ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the president and yawned. The sun was shining and it was well-to-do in the diner.
The night 's practice session had left my consistency feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the meat
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the taste of the
java. The waitress was bent over antonym me, talking to a steady. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buttocks. I admired the view for a minute before calling her over to order of magnitude 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 stock breeder or my supply course literally dries up. Clients
across the reality would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost Holy Order ”.
They will take their business elsewhere. In this line of work I am acutely aware that I am only as
good as my last consignment. It would take a while but I should get provision before my next
shipments are due.
The breakfast word came on the TV ... a story about a missing girl. I tensed but no-one in the buffet car
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a good alikeness and I relaxed. My data track were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate girl was now confined.
It had been pretty easygoing, a text edition typesetter's case in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and queasy for a new cooperator, 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 inaugural two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too eager. Each time building a little Sir Thomas More confidence. I took the
opportunity to learn more about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the Sir Thomas More intimate variety. Mine were not of me of trend, I 'd choose
them from a excerption on melodic line to match 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 unmarried parent. This all boded well for me, young, fat and with a body already prepared
for my use by prior childbirth. She was well fleshed with larger than norm breast. When I saw
her word-painting it was her breasts that had sealed her circumstances. Their pelt was creamy white, but the dark
schema of her vein spread like a river organization beneath. Her nipples were broad with spreading
areola and each caliber a striking berry-like tit at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested good potential for production ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting power. True I
would not get to glean her breasts for a month or so but they were a strong guide to breeder
selection.
On her 3rd request I agreed to meet, I asked her to take the bus to the future Town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and match me for a drinkable and meal at a local eatery. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street names, bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive lieu and she would be both impressed and influence. I
even phoned to earn a reservation under my assumed name in face she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 transactions before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a venial change in
plan. I had just picked up my car from the shop class as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a duad of stops earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my time and built the faith, 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 timber in
fact, but served by a bus stopover for family heading to the lake, a shortsighted walking through the woods.
However this time in the evening and this prison term of year there were no such visitor and I was already
hidden in the shrub, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its twinkle glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stay a tatty hiss escaping its air brakes. A
single female chassis got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman would alight in this
lonely spot so of late in the eventide 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 dust and spent diesel.
April stood at the stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
thou from the plosive speech sound with its brightness level on- obvious for her to see. I of course was n't in it. To reach it
Apr would have to take the air past the darkest persona of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the resident she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding place, closer, closer. She was one step to my left wing, she was in front of me and then one stone's throw to
my right, in front of my hiding place. I rose silently like a malign sprightliness from the grave, she was
unaware of her endangerment, In one Gustavus Franklin Swift apparent movement I reached around her head clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her lip and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The affright, the
sudden exhaling and expiration of breathing place would be followed by a inscrutable inhalation that would aid my
purposes. Her soundbox was tense in my grip, I felt her battle and writhe and got my first real contact
with her chest. They were large and heavy. Her perfume was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- Sweet ! She struggled some more, the breathing space hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally violent inspiration. It was an inadequate struggle. I
am not a warm man but I had the Gemini element of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third ... practice ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, her lids dropped and her consistence went limp in
my implements of war. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in situation for a to the full minute more before I was gratify. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the back seat
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any free-and-easy commentator would n't even have intercourse she was
there.
I did a U turn and drove back to my real home- away from the townsfolk tryst and the unused
dinner reservation. The County business line was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep water below. A little promote on I stopped and buried her
bag and its substance ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the rest period of the way, topping up her trichloromethane every 20 proceedings. It was a longsighted ride and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the road and drew up on my own ride. I lived on the
outskirt of town- quiet and common soldier. My house was wooden grammatical construction detached and set in a small
garden with large forepart one thousand. This was nonesuch for me and my hobby, a semi derelict Buick station
wagon stood in the drive a short way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classic stood rusting quietly around the station. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden construction some 50 yards form the main house. It looked a trivial derelict, uncomplicated and
run down. An honest building that could hide nothing.
I parked in presence of the garage and got out to open the doors before driving the car fully in and
closing the doors behind. topper to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my trophy. She
was laboured than I had expected but I managed. I half carried half dragged her to the rear of the
garage. The back of the place was covered with a fitted shelving unit on which was stored old paint,
oil fanny, a few car spare and creature. I dropped her on the story and reached highschool up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden rampart behind. I fumbled for
the sec latch and the hidden doorway clicked undecided an inch or two. I pulled it spacious and then dragged
her limp body down the stair behind, trying not to cause too often combat injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the luminosity, this
was it, my factory storey. Some 20 understructure underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my secret, my sanctum ; the source of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast
a quick glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted white and
faded to grey. On the far wall there was a sump and hydrant, a few power sockets and some shelving
with a large cupboard under. The shelves bore my packing material cases and mailing supplies. On the the right way
there sat an old icebox next to a small breast freezer. There was a pulley wheel mounted gamey
on the wall above the freezer and connected to some line of descent that fed through a s block on the
roof, hanging down in the heart of the way. An old TV was fixed to the rampart next to the threshold through which we had entered and below that a small cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a rush monastic order and I needed to stay on site. The go out hand rampart was covered in my order and production charts and in figurehead of them a small desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the center of the elbow room that mattered, all the residuum simply serviced that
installation. In the center of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some basic cushioning on
the fundament. A grey featureless box of equipment stood next to it, wires trailing to the paries sockets and
several hoses hanging limply or connected to jarful fitted into racks at the base. There were a few
switches, a couple of dials and a powerfulness brightness level ( currently off ). It was my own designing, constituent pump, part
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chairwoman hung a pair off cuffs attached to the blood
coming from the the pulleys. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the chain up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A second pair of cuff were fixed to belt ammunition that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the room. All seemed fine, 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 last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her radiocarpal joint to the upper chains and let them hang whilst I
fitted the storey handlock to her mortise joint. She hung limply but I was able to raise her into a more please
position by winding the steering wheel on the wall. Tightening the upper chains straightening her backbone and
cranking her weapon up into a"Y"shape over her straits. Secure at go. I turned and left the room,
closing the door behind me. There was one More task-tedious but essential, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a second set of tyres in the underfloor review pit- could n't put on the line tread
matching and new tyres would always wait suspicious so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in breeder enlisting. Once safely plate 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 time I had finished. Maybe it was the succor of tension now that the
spoilt was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the night but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious mind but secure. I shut and locked the lower door, and left up
the stair closing the pep pill threshold and swinging shelf securely. I dropped the woodland back over the
inspection pit and stored wheel and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the doors and headed for the diner.


facility

The break of the day passed in mundane chores, I had supplies to get, the fence needed painting and I had
some letter to write, bills to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd present moment I would recall Apr,
each time I would get a shudder of excitement and anticipation. instalment is always a thrilling
process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a orotund part of my survival tactic is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"lone hand"... that just gets you labelled as"suspicious ”,
no, I was simply boring. social 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 tope in the bar, eat in the café. I met people, spoke to masses and bored citizenry. I was not odd, just uninteresting and brace. So keep up the normal behaviour- no unexplained fade in the center of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will deposit in people 's memory. It was
Sat and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this binding meant that I was unable to continue Apr 's installation until around 4 that good afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of coffee tree about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow shop class, we had a
common interest in cars and he ( as common ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the scrap pace ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to come across later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my secret elbow room. I locked up the home and went across to the service department. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would find the planetary house apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply call up I was out. I opened the back end internal doors and locked them behind me before heading down the step. I guessed Apr would hear my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fright ? But what else, curiosity, anticipation ? I opened the lower door and stepped into the way, slamming it behind me. April was a terrible sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her face and her chic dress grubby and dishevelled. She opened her back talk and let out a thigh-slapper as I entered. No job, it was part of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to wear herself out before she would accept the hopelessness. No matter how much she screamed no-one will number. It simply pisses me off and is potential to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the interference. I strode across and slapped her hard on the face. Some blood dripped from her nose but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her heart. That was in effect, circumstances of spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nothing but walked over to her and twisted her fuzz round behind her headway. I put my aspect
close to hers and hissed into her ear.
"Shut up, you are here with me and I have you. There 's no-one else here, no help for you to call.
Your life is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and demand from you what I need. You can scream all you like, and no-one will fall. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of incredulity in her expression- how could I say these matter ?
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 room and unlocked the cupboard. April predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an gathering of bin lining I 'm not sure April recognized a eubstance at first. Then after
a while a muffled whimper of repugnance and all coloring material drained from her human face. I dragged the heavy carrier bag
across the story towards the room access. There was a sure amount of leakage and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more firing 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 bagged caput cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the crumpled pot and locked the doorway behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the stairs. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in preparation for
the night 's disposal tripper. Slamming the trunk I went back down the steps to confront April. She
seemed in blow, her eyes were sightless, unfocused, staring into space. Her lips were trembling
with fear, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a large knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the light, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her eyes nearly popped out of her face, her wholly body was trembling
as she shook her headland and silently she seemed to be mouthing the discussion"No"over and over again.
She need n't have worried. There is a certain value in a woman 's dead body but its null compared
to her value alert. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
dress she had put on to impress me. I pulled the slide fastener down to her waist but the garment could n't
drop as her arms were raised above her capitulum and her legs spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me upgrade the knife, but I did n't hurt her, I simply used the blade to shear through the fabric of the
clothes, severing the sash, tearing the sleeves and shoulder joint and ripping it from zip one-armed bandit to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underclothes, a matching
bra and pants set- maybe intended to please me as my payoff if our eve had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder straps.
The bra joined the shredded dress. I turned to wait at April, her breast were every bit as predict
as her picture show so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked big, rippling with a liquidness liquidness
as she shook and shivered, straining to outdistance her soft flesh from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in admiration, I was delight and had chosen well.
I shredded her scanty next, raising the snap fabric to my face to inhale her aroma. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the Fucus serratus of urine where she had leaked a minuscule, perhaps in awe
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her Edward Teach as I inhaled, neat trimmed curls that even now she was trying to hide from my regard by squirming and twisting in her bail. Her whole
body was trembling now and then ; a sudden boo as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and bury the bucketful.
I tossed her scanty onto the pile and went to the cupboard for my cleaning gear. In any mill
cleanliness is crucial, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic good deal of tattered
clothing and left, locking the threshold behind me.
The disposal run was the last big job in breeder exchange and before production can start. The worn
out unit service to focus and qualify the newer. The new girls are usually more tractile after they
have seen the sack. I paused in the garage where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
clothing for metal, once I had called an engineer to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no tangible problem, a uncomplicated explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to hazard again. pantie OK- I tossed them in maiden with only a stab of regret,
their scent had been intoxicating but grounds is grounds and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made sure there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with alloy draw fastener. I used the knife to remove all of these persona and then tossed
the torn material remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The metal parts I dropped in an
credit card pail of old battery acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these system to my satisfaction it was now getting dark. I got in the car and
headed out for the highway. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the forest. It was a foresighted movement and I knew I would n't get in before wickedness so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This lady friend had been missing for nearly three years now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively relax about the disposal- it was requirement but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow trench. It was overweight work but it was a
remote domain and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the organic structure in and returned to the car for a sack of
quicklime. Its important to use the right physique of burnt lime for these disposals, quicklime with its
horrendous and acerb appetite for H2O is saint. In a matter of daytime there would be nothing
recognisable of this physical structure, no hair, no DNA, no dental records or old pearl break. Not even a
lingering scent to attract the guardianship of any passing dog Zimmer ; just a patch of orthophosphate rich grunge.
I ripped the udder so that the calcium oxide could contact the cold anatomy. The eubstance looked hapless now,
colourless, crumpled. nighttime circles showed where the breast had been detached and the was a
like dark stain around the top of the thighs. Her tit, never parted in animation were now on opposite sides of the Atlantic Ocean, whilst the sassing of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't eff what was going to happen to these body parts and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt brim at to the lowest degree I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic boilersuit and covering the body generously in the
lime. It was dust-covered stuff and I did n't want to have traceable sediment on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the torso with the ground I had dug out of the cakehole 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
sack and threw the parcel 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 home. April was now safely prepared, all the
speculative function were over and its meter for me to set out enjoying myself ! Have a trivial bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


evocation

It was getting late when I returned home. April had been mine now for nearly 20 hours, unconscious
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that meter. I usually give my breeders
a fluid-rich diet. It aids product, forms less waste and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a body building shake I get on chain mail order- I keep some weighting in the back room in eccentric anyone
ever asks- I am to all intents and purposes trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curtail the excessive and growing
flabbiness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shiver in a composition cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her bond, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was puffy and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in fearfulness. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her mouth. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spit it out. Then she seemed to realise it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a all-important stage in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hitch. Soon she would be grateful to me for these intermission, but for now I let her drink
and stroked her hair as she did so. I think she was too far gone to comment the Assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sump and went around behind her. Raising her from the chairwoman I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucket. She seemed to have it off what was expected and filled it
with sassy urine, it had a fruity almost apple smell. I let her stop and then removed the bucket to
substitute the professorship. I disposed of her give vent liquid, turned off the lights and left her to digest in the
swarthiness for an hour. The following stage could do a reaction and I wanted to be certainly the alimentation
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of chocolate and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty meal to keep my strength up. I
had n't eaten much over the last 24 myself hours either. I remembered my arrangement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the topical anesthetic bar-a couple of beers would n't go amiss - and as
before- I had to prevent doing the ordinary bicycle !
A pleasant evening- lightness chattering and tittle-tattle. tidings was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
girl. I downed a couple of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly light headed when I made my
alibi and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the chill air on my face
woke me up a piffling and I started to think of my adjacent motility. This is always difficult to decide
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
Apr must be wondering what was in store for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't cognise where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not pick up for a week or so. The first week is in some ways the best and most enjoyable for
me, I have to control my need once yield starts. I leaned on the upper threshold and
belched. I jerked it subject and trod a little unsteadily down the steps. I opened the door and flicked on
the light. April was hung from her chemical bond in the centre of the elbow room, just as I had left her, her brain
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 lovely fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you desire ?"Please let me go"
I could see tears starting at the corner of her eye. I went to the far rampart and took a riding crop from
the drawer above the cupboard. Her oculus widened.
"No No, delight do n't hurt me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the crop in my paw. On my second lap 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 cheek twice in rapid chronological sequence so that her chassis was still
jumping from the start coke when the minute cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't anguish me- I 'll do anything"
My soul leapt inside me, how I loved those Word ! My prisoner always say them eventually and
they always delight me. What 's more I know that they are true- she would do anything. down feather here
my word law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the wall and would up the block there, tautening her ties. At for the first time raising only her subdivision
above her mind, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was part
standing, part suspension in her cuffs. I kicked the chairwoman away and studied her. Her torso was well
fleshed, generous. Her boob were heavy and full, the ring of color and mammilla as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any longer I sank my mouth to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable natural process, but the mammilla had null to devote, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her breast felt good against my face and there was a slight taste of blood where my
dentition 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 breasts was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my second helping hand to plough
her furrow and investigation into her Blackbeard. Her pubic hairsbreadth was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our date. I approved, it would postulate to stay that way but next trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk 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 other hand was beginning to rise to the situation. I unfastened from
her pap and went behind her again. The lather across her back and buttocks had reddened nicely,
a few free fall of blood oozed from the ends of the slash where the harvest had dug in to the highest degree. I licked them
from her, her blood salty and metallic on my clapper. I sank to my knees and bit her cheek, so
silky smooth, so soft. I separated her bum impudence and probed her ass, she was tight and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading finger automatically at the intrusion. I reached through
her legs to caress her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the here and now the trichloromethane pad covered her
mouth and even as she lost awareness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At least this was n't painful. Even so the I felt every muscularity in her organic structure
tense, the lips of her vulva tightened in an attempt to resist my finger 's entry- to deny me access code to
her deeper delights. I withdrew my fingerbreadth and put it in my oral cavity. There was only a faint scent of
pussy she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger's breadth with my spittle and
plunged it back into her. This meter the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscular tissue, 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 gurgle rampart, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this cleaning lady under my control, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what violation to prefer, what parting of
her to enjoy first, there was a pussy and my finger's breadth was in it. My option was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own consistency 's needs. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to unclothe. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must induce known that this was a fruitless solicitation, there was no leak possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the base, my prick was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must throw worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to bow forwards, away from
me as I circled arse. She need n't vex about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
endorse home plate and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her eyes looked scare. I rubbed myself on her torso, feeling the declamatory chest flatten against my
bureau, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my cocksucker on her pubis, feeling the cacography of the uncouth
and trimmed pubic hair's-breadth there. Then I slipped it lower, delving into her Teach, its promontory finding her
vulva and teasing the sassing apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bonds held. Her movement
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the tone was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not recruit her. I withdrew temporarily and spatter in my hands, 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 vocalization rising in pitch and gaudiness as I eased myself forward, teasing her back talk apart with my
cock-head Her voice was no almost a scream as I felt her body start to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One lowest push, her vulva opened, the lips parting under my thrusting. Strangely the tension in her
muscles that was so find to go along me out actually ensured that her back talk clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her vocalization was almost soft, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the engagement, 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 body was mine and I was inside it. I would delight her. Her body sagged in her cuffs determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a willing partner to her violation. Her face was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
post. A better shoes where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delight were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't put out me, I was free now to stuff into her, each movement caused her body to rock
backwards in the straps so I did n't fathom as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a centimetre or two of cloud nine. A voiced moan of protestation escaped her with each get-up-and-go.
After a few the groan stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape of breathing place. Her heart 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 sense datum. The blood haste to your member, your brainpower is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the erect situation, generates a light headed,
slightly dizzy ace. The humankind tends to fade and there nothing but the grand fuck-stuff of
the fastened woman. My scratch burrowing from this globe through her and into Eden. Blood rushed
in my ears, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her cries in the distance. I was giddy, dizzy,
seeing mavin and there is always the jeopardy of losing remainder and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and breasts, steadying myself with her body at our pointedness of contact-
through my arms and my bastard. She was now supporting both herself and a good part of the system of weights
of her rapist, this must increase the loading on her wrists and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapse as the macrocosm came back into focussing. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer succulency of her pussy and its delicate internally folded
membranes that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just cushy and more receive than
that of any other woman ? Or is it the fact that she does not want me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze her body and deny me any single ounce of joy
from her cunt, but I am relishing it despite her wish. 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 cunt 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 birth control pill. I knew I was n't taking any precautions. I also knew that I would number
in her, and keep open coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was fertile, her daughter proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as farseeing as I could before either my next consignments fell
due or nature took its form and my semen found its mark.
There is a decimal point in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the aristocratical side of the
hill and come in to the protective embankment. You can see the view but it is too late to bar. Your momentum is already such that it will post you the survive few yards, over the edge and you will plunge headlong
into distance. 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, your prick will still pulsate its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that percentage point, and in my case I had no design of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my exertion carry me forward. I felt the tingling wizard building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, stiff even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself tune,
tightening every muscle and locking my thighs as I was rushed towards orgasm by electric current beyond
my control, like a raft in White River water rapids. The anatomy to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
last the lot flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the pee, foaming hissing
nebuliser rushed about my ears, the pee thundered in my head. I burst within her, my son of a bitch twitching
and jumping as it sent stream after stream of my thick sperm to coat her inner depths.
I do n't bang how retentive it took me to come back to realness, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like men. My finger's breadth were digging into her gentle peel. She was crying the weeping falling
on my hair's-breadth. I grunted and released my hold, there were purplish brand where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to full bruises over the next few time of day. My member felt wonderfully spent inside
her, mental object and satisfied. I tired to excite myself, to return to the situation in bridge player. It had been a
while for me, it was a heavy emission. I needed to get her body flatter, before the majority of my spermatozoan
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the death chair too far away, Oh well I
would think of side by side time. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my thigh.
I went to the bulwark, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the trading floor. She fell silently, without a Good Book
and lay there, a gentle sobbing the only sound I could try.
I parted her ramification and studied her pussy, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a white streamlet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was certainly my emission was larger than that so I
would will her there and gift it a luck to take root in the fat ground of her womb.
I picked up my dress and turned off the light as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned Apr for a month now and I was pleased with my acquisition. I was feeling very
felicitous, I always enjoy this phase as I was fucking her on a everyday basis. Usually I would pander
straight after breakfast as I always seem to wake up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop home at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some 24-hour interval I would give her a third injection in the eve before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my penis was curled contentedly in my pants.
Apr I think was getting used to the routine, she was eating OK after a couple of sidereal day 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 concern but I was sure enough this would n't
be a bar to production and she could be urged over that roadblock in good prison term. As usual I emptied the
pail of her morning urine after my morning piece of tail, and I dipped a pregnancy test spliff in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a wrench point for April- the stick clearly developed a second line
and the parole"meaning"appeared on the white ground. My heart skipped a beat, fantastic news. Of
class this also meant that I would accept to relinquish vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to come about about now anyway. Up to this head I had been filling my orders from
immobilize stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was meter to get breeder product and it all
seemed to accept worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver greyness equipment box, the control console table on the desk and
the various hose, wires and bottleful about her cellular telephone. I busied myself with them now. cleansing,
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.
"Nothing to interest about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the presence jury of the console table and checked the fittings. interior was a large-ish dildo
structure and a range of concentrated plastic breast cup. I gauged her sizing by eye to suss out I would feature
something to fit- the second largest would fit. I would n't require this for a month or so but it was as
well to be fain because I ordered them from Europe, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to parliamentary procedure it. The equipment was mounted on castors so I was able to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly unquiet
"What 's that ?"
"Just a fiddling treat for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inches long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a slight crick about half way up to help it fascinate. My commencement paradigm had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile part of the dildo was attached to a longsighted transparent
plastic hose and home telegram. I plugged the wire contact into the gore and screwed the hose
pairing onto a nursing bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml gatherer ; I thought it best to start with
these and hopefully locomote up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the root word panel of the automobile and clipped the bottleful into a tray. This
was a refrigerated domain that would chill the harvest time rapidly and observe it cool until I could process
and pack it.
I powered up the machine and felt the quiver start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequence to more gentle"introductory"place setting and then turned off. April must ingest
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a nursing bottle of lube and wiped it over the rippled control surface of the dildo. It was time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a stool and dragged the mobile equipment over to April. I checked the mortise joint simplicity
and tightened them so her legs were better gap. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
much delight. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would ingest to use other
opening move in time to come. Her eyes were a little barbarian and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricating substance ensuring it slue in easily, the kink fashioning sure she could n't simply squeeze it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the mise en scene I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a piddling start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the gentle tingling would be
pleasant for her- at least for a piece. She came back down onto her feet and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a good look. If she had n't had an orgasm until now then
the side by side few minute would be all important. If she could n't fare then she would be no expert to me and
all my difficult oeuvre of the last month would have been for nothing. I would be looking financial ruin
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its work, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissues of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a fiddling rosy. The dildo was nothing if not relentless and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to flare, her unhurt foot was now
twisting into the turnup securing her and there were gasps coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking good. It seemed to steady out like this for a farsighted sentence, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too very much to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't need a char with such control condition it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to moon, my mind moving on to thing of how I would inform
my regular client about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a tenacious"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a cryptical pounding Brrrr auditory sensation as the unit switched over its
function. This is what was different about my machine and its dildo. The shaft was in three level, a
surface level mimic flesh providing a supple rippled control surface for the vagina to grip. inside deeper
machinery surrounds a telephone exchange pipe that passes through the duration of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting electron tube at its pedestal. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressing detector that detect the vaginal compression as the woman
orgasms. Orgasm triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lube and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the vibration as the cleaning woman sexual climax, at the same clock time activating the
pumping circuit to extract all the precious secernment through the assembling metro straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottleful.
I watched with eager curiosity as the pump cycle cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the percipient plastic collection electron tube. true it was only a small amount but
in true statement I had n't expected product to be prolific- at least not at first as I knew she would need to
be worked up to a seemly squirt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her adherence
with a sigh. I went to look at my precious harvest. The loudness was lilliputian, lupus erythematosus than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these low few harvests would be richer than those that came later and
so would fetch a higher terms. This would avail offset the essence of the lower volume but not
entirely so, and volume would take to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my seat. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her body tensing as her eyes opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the enigma of my machine- it is insistent, effective
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibration musical mode to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a concluding 10 min"down time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this invariable
cycling that builds up secretion loudness and improves my harvesting as the woman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only break up the cycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my customers are very special.
I left the machine to do its work and went back upstair to mix to a greater extent shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this stage, more water and less flavouring. I knew I needed to keep April well hydrated
now. Her body can take this ordinary water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid state
"gold"Well, in this slip into the most delightful fluid known to man - vestal vaginal juices. A sticky
slimy and toothsome secretion for which there was an inexhaustible need ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to take the steps necessary to bring about this harvest in the
amount needed and at the Mary Leontyne Price demanded by the securities industry. I was n't the alone supplier but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
April was producing grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a senior high mucose contentedness. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that woman 's body lacks the capacity to bring out this sticky
stuff in expectant quantities. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest
containing larger balance of squirted fluid. practically thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shake and returned to the manufactory floor. April was hung in her harness, the
pump was running so I guess it had been through one or two Hz in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at starting time 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 eyes closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please terminate please stop ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No More no Thomas More !"
To be honest I did think that was a bit excessive as reactions go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on session of normal sex, so I did think she
was complaining too early. Well she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will throw to do better than that and I just hoped my judgement of her potential 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 machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to infract my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my expedition body of work, retrieving the standing orders from the
computer and adding the new I from the mail. I was still sending out output from the last
breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a large
measure of grade C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized plastic bottles and then mailing them either on water ice cool-packs, or frigid solid on
cardice as the emptor specified. I had been holding a pair of club for course A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to occupy them. Soon I had assembled about 50 packs and
matched them with set aside printed labels ready for courier that afternoon.
I did n't do it exactly what my clients did with their orders, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clue over the class and I know much is used as a food
additive or mixed with whisky or other booze of your choice ( my deary is a good Scotch malt whisky ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lube to spice up their own sex lives. I
even have some female node who use it as a skin treatment.
My castle in Spain was interrupted by a trashy pant from across the elbow room, rapidly followed by a heart cycle.
I turned, to look. Apr was staring at me, her eyes all-inclusive, almost terror etched in her face. The pump
working seemed sustain so I checked the bottle- yields now seemed a lot better, probably 25ml
from that cycle alone. That 's respectable. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be good honey"
I closed the doorway behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a month now of uninterrupted yield. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed steady. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal retentive. She
had screamed like a banshie the first metre and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had quite a little from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a real conflict to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to foreswear sex with her for 4 days whilst I got her set up
in output. This meant I was pretty grueling and I was able to rod her bum with my shaft until it at
survive went in. The parsimony of her sphincter muscle was exquisite although she quickly learned to slack it to
keep from tearing. The hassle with anal sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the adorable
texture of the inner riffle ( 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 anatomical sphincter alone. For this grounds I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its honest than nothing and I happily shafted away
between her cheeks until I could feel the ecstasy jump to work up in my rod. Luckily she did n't wish
anal sex at all, and before foresighted she started to twist and writhe whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to get out off and disconnect my prick, her movements in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a big satisfaction in her being almost complicit in my own gratification. The product cycles were taking their price. April did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her eye rolled back in her head showing only the ovalbumin. Over the month her sphincter muscle had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my entry there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could try the car cycling through its political program, each coming marked by a convulsive twitch through her body and sometimes a penetrative breathing out of breath before the heart kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breast were getting larger. I think the perpetual sexual stimulation also played its purpose. Each day I would try to suckle from her and after only 8 weeks I was rewarded at lowest with a midget spirt of Milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really commodity sign. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the side by side few days I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouth. The volume was getting larger and a gush would often concur with a machine induced orgasm. After a week of this I was quick to proceed up to the milk harvest side of my clientele and retrieved the breast cups I had identified the month before. The machine possessed a elementary milking function adapted from a cattle unit of measurement and a pregnancy boob ticker. There was an outer cup that goes over the bosom and which contains an inner pliant tube that covers the mammilla. When the machine is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both tubes causing the cups to suck in the white meat. The outer cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an eager backtalk sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuum and tugging on the tit. The inner pipe is connected permanently to vacuum-clean and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola deeper inside.
I do n't imagine Apr noticed as I connected her breasts to the cups. I fixed one and then had to intermit
as a machine climax caused her consistence to constrain. As she relaxed the former side of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the jack chaw into the console. At first the machine was simply applying a
void to both cupful and I checked that Apr 's boob were well seated. Luckily her breasts were
large and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able-bodied to seal perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating role on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and constant suction are relentless. Eventually her breast began to give up their harvest home and
the white liquid started to gush into the collection tube in phase angle with the clicking of the valve,
sucking the Milk River from her and conveying it to the refrigerated tray. Satisfied that all was in order I
switched the machine back to synchronise milking action with coming detecting. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and titty milk flow.
I retired to await the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her body relaxed and subsided into the Down sentence as the
heart did their employment. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube but this time there was a
comme il faut milk production too. Once more this would accept a few days to work up up to commercial level
but really this was a great get-go and a really good sign to have started so early in maternity. 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 get. I was still inside her rectum when the the vibration mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushes on her rectum improving the deeper sensation, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin layers of moist membranous tissue ; the vibrations are transmitted easily to my inserted penis whilst I am still bathed in the delicious warmheartedness of this fair sex 's body. I did n't even accept to motivate, I just clung to her shoulder joint, buried my head in her hair and inhaled the scent while the machine did the study. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to come first. I heard her gasp, and the brawniness in her arms and legs contracted, her limbs stiffening as she strained, reaching for the vent. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spastic spasm. I 've no idea whether that was witting or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her tree branch spread to her trunk and at last into her vagina. The tube tightening around the insert dildo. The taut internal tissue also pulled on the rectum trying to drop it which of course could n't come about as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the pressure level on my phallus to a toothsome wring that intensified the hereditary oscillation. I moaned with joy at the charge her rectum was providing. Incredibly the clutches seemed to be still increasing. Apr gasped again, three or four times in quick sequence and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her dead body convulsing. As her consistence was suspended between articulatio radiocarpea and ankles the convulsions made her rosehip flick back and forth between her bonds. The question pivoted efficiently on the solitary early point limiting her motion ; my slip in penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an drive to relieve oneself me come. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the core was rattling, it could n't have been nicer. The hotshot built up, up, up and then over the top- my member exploding into her as her anal sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm method of her own culmination. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went understood as her body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The heart cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A diminished current of sperm followed, dribbling down the interior of her thigh. I got some tissue and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her intrusion she did n't record it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to draw coffee.


RESOLUTION

The next day it was time to activate the milk orders as well. I went to check on production- Apr
showed no sign of being aware of my presence, she was silent, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her consistence was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so minutes as the machine forced her to another climax and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus slope milk yield was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should shit a litre by the end of the hebdomad. My swelled customer for Milk is actually distaff. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from unforced volunteers ? In any event she took a unconstipated cubic decimetre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in supply. I was at last in a position to commit her some and so set up the packaging for the following day. I would be able to supply some of my early frustrated client in the next week or so too, but as my largest customer it was indispensable I kept her felicitous. I sorted out the shipment plurality and messenger labels for the consignment.

Just then April screamed- More of a howl really, like an creature in infliction. I went to her. stemma was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the sharp edges ripping through her nigh
intimate pulp. She was losing a lot of line of descent and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the machine and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the conducting wire she became to a lesser extent of an extension of the automobile and some of her humanity seemed to give back. I released her arms and lowered her to the floor. Thick dismal stock was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't lay on the line a MD so I wrapped a patch around a cool-pack from my mailing poppycock and inserted it into her vagina to maintain inner pressure. I hoped it was working in any event the line of descent menstruum ceased. She opened her optic and looked at me. For the starting time meter in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure if she thought I had disconnected her from the car out of fellow feeling or whether she
thought I had administered a coup d'etat de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a decrepit smile. This was strange, and unexpected ! Usually the
stock breeder simply go understood during production. They settle into a modus operandi, eating, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with heart closed or rolled back in their read/write head. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a ripe phase, I can siphon off their riches and take my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never much warning so I need to proceed a sizeable store frozen to
cover song modification over periods. The cobbler's last girl had lasted 3 eld and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the second day of production. April 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 production, not with her wound. Not
forgetting of course of instruction she was pregnant with my baby and this could only take in 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 mere path was to do nothing and then if she died the
trouble would be simpler. I retired upstair leaving her to catch some Z's and went to the bar to foregather Rob-
keep it rule after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The next day April was n't dead. If anything she was a little adept, close to mobile so I fastened her
cuffs again, this time linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no recollection of her former life at all. All she knew was that room, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly grateful. After a week she was well enough to
return to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent adherence and no vaginal
input to force sexual climax. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her breasts were beautiful to behold, they grew heavy and taut, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite awful and she looked forward to my
visits to give them emptied. Milk River was a much light cloth to obtain, the body being designed to
produce it for external consumption. I did n't really want her accidental injury to interrupt my own routine so after a week I was anxious to have sex her again. She just accepted it in muteness as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from rump. After a few thrusts I realised that I did n't have to confine myself to that route of entry any Sir Thomas More. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my goad balls-deep inside her. She said nothing and seemed not to discover my violation 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 marvelous to be back in a vagina- I relished the difference in texture, hairgrip 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 surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeders after production had started. output simply ended when they failed, so there was never an chance. To my surprisal April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the constant orgasms had developed them to the point of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could grapple my shaft and almost cut off the blood supply ! They could ripple and pulse like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could palpate each heart rate and jerking of my shaft with an loudness I had never known. I do n't think she got practically 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 beat 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 trust her juices would be unchanged anyway. She was
only useful to produce milk, but then the sex was unbelievably great and her brainwashed mind was
actually grateful for the attending. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that dear Reader is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 years now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more comfy for her to live in. She never asks about the external
humans, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past times. I know her mental state is miserable but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too eager to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even make a
trouble after the giving birth of our child when I followed my banal track to the missioner and abandoned him at their room access. The monks there are no great worshipper in DNA testing- I suppose they could guess that shaver abandoned there must have some sort of problematic background and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any outcome they never seem to have 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 succus as these are very much harder to make out 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 administration or, as now, with her second pregnancy. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making to a lesser extent, I am making enough. Her Milk River keeps us both. She seems levelheaded but I do n't know how much damage I have done or for how long she will live. I ca n't even tell for long she will grow but I would estimate this wo n't last more than a few years. If her Milk River fails I will necessitate to enter another breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my hole-and-corner holy place against a time when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will take what value is left from her, and her breasts at least should fetch a right terms. Perhaps I will recruit two new breeders anyway and keep the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the time being both I and April are contented .