ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the diner.
The nighttime 's exercise had left my body feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the core
was charred around the boundary from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the taste of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a steady. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buttocks. I admired the purview for a moment before calling her over to club 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 breeder or my provision blood literally dries up. node
across the humanity would not be proud of and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost Order ”.
They will take their business sector elsewhere. In this bank line of piece of work I am acutely cognisant that I am only as
good as my last consignment. It would take a while but I should have supplying before my next
cargo are due.
The breakfast intelligence came on the TV ... a narration about a missing lady friend. I tensed but no-one in the diner
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a good likeness and I relaxed. My running were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate daughter was now confined.
It had been pretty sluttish, a school text shell in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and anxious for a new partner, a new Father of the Church for her fry. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the first two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too eager. Each time building a little more than trustingness. I took the
chance to learn more about her- getting to some personal contingent. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the Sir Thomas More adumbrate variety. Mine were not of me of course, I 'd chosen
them from a extract on blood line to jibe more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his burger was certainly not what she had in judgement. April, I had learned
was 24, a unmarried parent. This all boded well for me, young, prolific and with a body already gear up
for my use by prior childbirth. She was well fleshed with with child than average knocker. When I saw
her photo it was her breasts that had sealed her portion. Their tegument was creamy whiteness, but the glum
synopsis of her nervure spread like a river organisation beneath. Her nipples were broad with spreading
ring of color and each bore a prominent berry-like nipple at its heart and soul I knew from experience this all
suggested good electric potential for production ; water-rich bod and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to harvest her tit for a calendar month or so but they were a inviolable guide to breeder
selection.
On her third base request I agreed to meet, I asked her to take the bus to the succeeding Town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and encounter me for a drink and meal at a local anesthetic restaurant. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street gens, parallel bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive stead and she would be both impressed and influence. I
even phoned to make a reservation under my assumed figure in case she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minutes before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a tike variety in
architectural plan. I had just picked up my car from the workshop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a couple of stops earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my meter and built the trust, she did n't even interrogate it
and happily agreed to get off 4 blockage out of townspeople. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus point for tribe heading to the lake, a unforesightful pass through the Ellen Price Wood.
However this sentence in the evening and this sentence of year there were no such visitant and I was already
hidden in the chaparral, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its luminosity glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a gaudy hiss escaping its air brake. A
I female person bod got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman would alight 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 care. The bus pulled away in a flurry of rubble and spent diesel engine.
April stood at the stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the stop with its lights on- obvious for her to see. I of course was n't in it. To strain it
April would throw to walk past the dark-skinned part of the Dubyuh, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupier she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding place, closer, closer. She was one footstep to my left hand, she was in front end of me and then one step to
my right, in front of my hiding shoes. I rose silently like a malevolent tone from the tomb, she was
unaware of her danger, In one swift movement I reached around her head clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her oral fissure and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of breathing spell would be followed by a cryptical inhalation that would aid my
role. Her consistency was strain in my hairgrip, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my starting time rattling physical contact
with her chest. They were orotund and wakeless. Her perfume was pleasant, womanly but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to instill me- dessert ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally vehement inspiration. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a strong man but I had the couple elements of surprisal and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
tierce ... praxis ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her heading, her palpebra dropped and her dead body went limp in
my arms. It could be a artifice so I held the pad in place for a full minute more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the relaxation of the way to the car. I spread her on the back seat
and covered her with a tarp for the effort home- any casual beholder would n't even jazz she was
there.
I did a U turn and drove back to my real home- away from the townsfolk rendezvous and the unused
dinner party booking. The County line was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep pee below. A trivial further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its capacity ( including the money ). I could n't lay on the line anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the residual of the way, topping up her trichloromethane every 20 minutes. It was a foresightful thrust and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the road and drew up on my own driving. I lived on the
outskirt of town- quietly and private. My house was wooden construction detached and set in a modest
garden with gravid front man yard. This was ideal for me and my by-line, a semi derelict Buick place
wagon stood in the drive a short-change way from the service department. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classic stood rusting quietly around the place. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden building some 50 yards form the main house. It looked a little abandoned ship, simple and
run down. An honest construction that could hide nothing.
I parked in front of the garage and got out to spread out the threshold 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 pillage. She
was heavier than I had expected but I managed. I half carried one-half dragged her to the keister of the
garage. The binding of the position was covered with a fitted shelving social unit on which was stored old rouge,
oil cans, a few car spares and tools. I dropped her on the floor and reached mellow up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden bulwark behind. I fumbled for
the s latch and the out of sight room access clicked out-of-doors an inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp trunk down the stairs behind, trying not to cause too much combat injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third room access and dragged her inside. I flicked on the light, this
was it, my manufactory floor. Some 20 substructure belowground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my secluded, my sanctum sanctorum ; the source of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast
a promptly glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden liner painted white and
faded to grey. On the far wall there was a sink and taps, a few magnate sockets and some shelving
with a large cupboard under. The shelves bore my packing case and mailing supplying. On the right field
there sat an old refrigerator next to a low bureau deep freezer. There was a pulley wheel mounted high
on the wall above the freezer and connected to some lines that fed through a endorsement pulley on the
roof, hanging down in the centre of the room. An old TV was fixed to the wall next to the threshold through which we had entered and below that a minuscule cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the juncture when I had a speed order and I needed to stay on site. The left hand manus wall was covered in my Holy Order and production charts and in forepart of them a small desk and PC plus printer.
It was the accommodation in the gist of the room that mattered, all the residuum simply serviced that
instalment. In the midriff of the room stood a chair, simpleton, wooden, with some basic padding on
the arse. A grey featureless box of equipment stood next to it, wires trailing to the paries sockets and
several hoses hanging limply or connected to jolt fitted into racks at the base. There were a few
switches, a couple of dial and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own design, region pump, parting
icebox and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chairperson hung a pair off handcuff attached to the lines
coming from the the pulleys. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the Sir Ernst Boris Chain up or down
via the rack positioned on the wall. A 2d couple of cuffs were fixed to belt that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the room. All seemed very well, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the door and propped her up on the death chair. I was in somewhat of a hurry
since it had now been rather longer than 20 moment since her hold up top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her wrist joint to the upper chains and let them hang whilst I
fitted the floor cuffs to her ankles. She hung limply but I was able to provoke her into a more pleasing
berth by winding the roulette wheel on the wall. Tightening the upper chains straightening her back and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"shape over her head. Secure at last. I turned and left the room,
closing the room access 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 inspection pit- could n't risk tread
matching and new tyres would always depend suspect so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in stock breeder enlisting. Once safely menage I changed back to my normal well-used wheels and
stashed the specials back under the floor in their place.
The sun was well up by the time I had finished. Maybe it was the relief of latent hostility now that the
worst 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 get down door, and left up
the stairs closing the upper threshold and swinging shelves securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
review pit and stored wheels and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the doors and headed for the diner.


INSTALLATION

The dawn passed in mundane chores, I had supplies to get, the fence needed painting and I had
some missive to write, bills to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd import I would recall April,
each time I would get a tingling of fervor and expectancy. Installation is always a thrilling
process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a large character of my survival of the fittest tactic is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"loner"... that just gets you labelled as"suspicious ”,
no, I was simply boring. Sociable but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to seek me out. So I would go to the town dancing, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would imbibe in the bar, eat in the café. I met people, spoke to multitude and bored people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and stiff. So hold on up the normal behaviour- no unexplained disappearing in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will stick around in mass 's memory. It was
Sat and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this cover meant that I was unable to bear on April 's installment until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of coffee tree about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow store, we had a
common interest in car and he ( as common ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the scrap cubic yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to run into later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my secret room. I locked up the home and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would come up the house apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply think I was out. I opened the hindquarters internal doors and locked them behind me before heading down the steps. I guessed Apr would hear my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, curiosity, expectation ? I opened the lower doorway and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. April was a terrible survey. Bedraggled and sweaty, her physical composition running down her boldness and her smart apparel grubby and dishevelled. She opened her sassing and let out a scream as I entered. No problem, it was piece of my program. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to wear herself out before she would take the hopelessness. No thing how very much she screamed no-one will fare. It simply pisses me off and is belike to bring in a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the noise. I strode across and slapped her severely on the cheek. Some parentage dripped from her nozzle but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her center. That was good, lots of emotional state. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said aught but walked over to her and twisted her fuzz troll behind her head. I put my face
close to hers and hissed into her ear.
"Shut up, you are here with me and I have you. There 's no-one else here, no aid for you to call.
Your living is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and submit from you what I need. You can shout out all you like, and no-one will come. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of disbelief in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't potential, it cant be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the elbow room and unlocked the cupboard. April predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an hookup of bin liner I 'm not sure enough Apr recognized a dead body at first. Then after
a while a softened whine of horror and all colouration drained from her face. I dragged the heavy sack
across the storey towards the door. There was a certain measure of outflow and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more than liberation to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the eubstance through the door and started up the step. The bagged capitulum cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the crumpled pile and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the step. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the prat of the car in preparation for
the Nox 's disposition trip. Slamming the automobile trunk I went back down the stairs to face up April. She
seemed in jar, her eyes were eyeless, unfocused, staring into quad. Her lips were trembling
with awe, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a bombastic knife, deliberately
flashing the vane 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 altogether 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 throw worried. There is a sure value in a woman 's drained torso but its nothing compared
to her time value alive. 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 zipper down to her waist but the garment could n't
bead as her blazon were raised above her point and her leg spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me leaven the knife, but I did n't spite her, I simply used the blade to shear through the fabric of the
wearing apparel, severing the girdle, tearing the sleeve and shoulder joint and ripping it from zipper expansion slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underwear, a matching
bra and pants set- maybe intended to please me as my reward if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the tongue to cut the articulatio humeri straps.
The bra joined the shredded garb. I turned to look at April, her bosom were every bit as predict
as her pictures so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked grievous, rippling with a melted fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her easy material body from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in wonder, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the pluck cloth to my face to inspire her fragrance. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the bladderwrack of urine where she had leaked a lilliputian, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatched roof as I inhaled, neat trimmed Curl that even now she was trying to conceal from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her altogether
eubstance was trembling now and then ; a sudden hiss as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and forget the bucket.
I tossed her panties onto the good deal and went to the closet for my cleaning train. In any factory
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic pile of tatterdemalion
habiliment and left, locking the doorway behind me.
The disposal run was the finale big job in stock breeder exchange and before output can start. The worn
out unit villein to focus and condition the newer. The new girls are usually more flexible after they
have seen the sack. I paused in the service department where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
habiliment 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 rattling trouble, a dewy-eyed explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to take a chance again. panty OK- I tossed them in inaugural with only a twinge of regret,
their smell had been intoxicating but evidence is grounds and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a moldable zip so having made trusted there was no alloy I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal hook fasteners. I used the knife to take away all of these parts and then tossed
the rupture textile remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The metal portion I dropped in an
plastic bucket of old barrage superman to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my atonement it was now getting nighttime. 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 yearn drive and I knew I would n't arrive before wickedness so I relaxed and listened to
the receiving set. This girl had been missing for nearly three years now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively relaxed about the disposal- it was requisite but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow trench. It was heavy work but it was a
remote area and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the body in and returned to the car for a shift of
quicklime. Its important to use the right manikin of lime for these disposals, quicklime with its
horrendous and sulfurous appetite for body of water is apotheosis. In a affair of solar day there would be nothing
recognisable of this body, no hair, no DNA, no dental records or old off-white fractures. Not even a
lingering scent to attract the charges of any passing dog Zimmer frame ; just a mend of orthophosphate racy soil.
I ripped the travelling bag so that the linden could contact the inhuman pulp. The body looked silly now,
colourless, crumpled. dark circles showed where the chest had been detached and the was a
interchangeable dark stain around the top of the second joint. Her breasts, never parted in lifetime were now on opposite sides of the Atlantic Ocean, whilst the back talk of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't know what was going to happen to these body region and I had been well paid not to ask. Her slit rim at least I was somewhat sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic overalls and covering the eubstance generously in the
lime. It was dusty clobber and I did n't want to have traceable sediment on myself or my fomite. Finally
I covered the soundbox with the solid ground I had dug out of the hole and left, erasing my footprint as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my boilersuit into the sacks, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the bundle into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my reward as I drove house. Apr was now safely train, all the
risky constituent were over and its metre for me to start enjoying myself ! Have a footling bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


generalization

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 sentence. I usually give my breeder
a fluid-rich diet. It aids yield, forms less waste and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a body building shake I get on ring armor order- I keep some system of weights in the hind elbow room in sheath anyone
ever asks- I am to all purport and intent trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curtail the exuberant and growing
flaccidity of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a paper cup before
heading down to my manufacturing plant floor.
April was hanging in her Julian Bond, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was turgid and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in care. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her mouth. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spit it out. Then she seemed to recognize it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a important point in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a preventive. Soon she would be grateful to me for these interruptions, but for now I let her drink
and stroked her hair's-breadth as she did so. I think she was too far gone to notice the assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sink and went around behind her. Raising her from the professorship I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the pail. She seemed to know what was expected and filled it
with impudent pee, it had a fruity almost Malus pumila flavour. I let her complete and then removed the bucket to
put back the president. I disposed of her give vent liquid, turned off the lights and left her to abide in the
swarthiness for an time of day. The following stage could cause a chemical reaction and I wanted to be sure the nourishment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee bean 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 organization with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the topical anesthetic bar-a duo of beers would n't go awry - and as
before- I had to keep doing the average !
A pleasant evening- light yakety-yak and gossip. news show was on in the bar- no cite of the missing
girl. I downed a couple of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly lightheaded headed when I made my
alibi and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the cool air on my face
woke me up a little and I started to think of my next move. This is always difficult to resolve
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritise ?
April must be wondering what was in computer memory for her, she must be expecting some form 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 con for a week or so. The first calendar week is in some path the best and most enjoyable for
me, I have to moderate my demands once production starts. I leaned on the upper door and
belched. I jerked it open and trod a little unsteadily down the stairs. I opened the room access and flicked on
the luminosity. April was hung from her bonds in the centre of the room, just as I had left her, her head
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her boob shaking with that adorable fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see tears starting at the box of her eye. I went to the far wall and took a riding harvest from
the drawer above the cupboard. Her eye widened.
"No No, delight do n't suffer 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 custody. On my bit circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her backbone. Her consistency flinched and she let out a cry of pain in the neck. I paused
and then repeated the action across her tooshie twice in rapid successiveness so that her flesh was still
jumping from the first blow when the second cut in. The tear were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please delight do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My soul leapt inside me, how I loved those words ! My captives always say them eventually and
they always delight me. What 's Sir Thomas More I know that they are true- she would do anything. Down here
my Holy Writ law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the paries and would up the pulley there, tautening her ties. At start raising only her sleeve
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was section
standing, parting dangling in her turnup. I kicked the chair away and studied her. Her eubstance was well
fleshed, generous. Her chest were sonorous and wax, the areolae and nipples as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any foresighted I sank my backtalk to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable action, but the nipple had aught to give, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her breast felt good against my face and there was a little discernment of blood where my
teeth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, fear or frigidness I could n't differentiate but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her titty was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my back hand to plough
her crease and probe into her Thatch. Her pubic hair was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
training for our appointment. I approved, it would need to stay that way but succeeding trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing fingerbreadth found her nether brim, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the former mitt was beginning to go up to the berth. I unfastened from
her teat and went behind her again. The lather across her back and buttocks had reddened nicely,
a few driblet of blood oozed from the ends of the slash where the crop had dug in most. I licked them
from her, her blood line salty and metallic on my spit. I sank to my knee and bit her buttocks, so
silky smooth, so indulgent. I separated her bum cheeks and probed her ass, she was tight and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading fingerbreadth automatically at the usurpation. I reached through
her peg to fondle her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the import the chloroform pad covered her
oral cavity 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 painful. Even so the I felt every muscle in her body
tense, the back talk of her vulva tightened in an attempt to baulk my fingerbreadth 's entry- to deny me memory access to
her deeper delectation. I withdrew my finger and put it in my back talk. There was only a syncope scent of
pussy she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger with my spittle and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a tight and satisfying rasp on her inner walls. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the rippled paries, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this fair sex under my control, who was mine for the pickings. My desire
rose, my conscious persuasion faded. I no longer worried about what infringement to chose, what division of
her to relish first, there was a puss and my finger was in it. My option was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own body 's need. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to discase. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must have known that this was a egotistic appeal, there was no escape possible here.
My apparel lay scattered on the floor, my peter 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 deflect forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't worry about that, not tonight. Later her anus will suit my
second home and will comfortably and frequently lodge me, but not yet, not this night. I faced
her, her heart looked scared. I rubbed myself on her dead body, feeling the large white meat flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my son of a bitch on her pubis, feeling the scratch of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hairsbreadth there. Then I slipped it lour, delving into her thatch, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bonds held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the intuitive feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my hired hand, wiping the spittle over
my engorged hammer forefront. Just as with my finger's breadth the lubrication will aid my penetration. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her vocalisation rising in delivery and loudness as I eased myself forward, teasing her brim apart with my
cock-head Her part was no almost a screaming as I felt her body take up to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One live on push, her vulva opened, the sassing parting under my thrust. Strangely the latent hostility in her
muscles that was so determined to keep me out actually ensured that her lips clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her voice was almost gentle, a whine
"No"
We both knew the battle, inadequate as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and nothing would
modification that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her consistence was mine and I was inside it. I would bask her. Her consistency sagged in her handlock determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a willing partner to her rapine. Her typeface was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
seat. A amend place where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delight were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched unfastened and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't bother me, I was free now to push up into her, each campaign caused her physical structure to shake
backwards in the strap so I did n't permeate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a cm or two of blissfulness. A mild moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the moan stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing outflow of breath. Her oculus closed
and a shoot down rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, inscrutable into her.
Fucking standing up is a magnificent star. The line rushes to your penis, your brain is
momentarily starved of provision and this, coupled with the vertical position, generates a visible radiation headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The globe tends to wither and there zippo but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the link fair sex. My scratch burrowing from this world through her and into Shangri-la. rip rushed
in my ears, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her cries in the distance. I was light-headed, woozy,
seeing principal and there is always the risk of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and breasts, steadying myself with her physical structure at our power point of contact-
through my arm and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a good role of the weight
of her raper, this must increase the shipment on her wrists and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a momentary backsliding as the globe came back into focus. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her pussy and its delicate internally folded
membranes that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just voiced and more welcoming 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 stop dead her soundbox and deny me any single apothecaries' ounce of delight
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 matter.
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 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 come
in her, and keep coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was fertile, her daughter proved
that, and I would savor vaginal sex for as farseeing as I could before either my adjacent consignments fell
due or nature took its course of study and my semen found its mark.
There is a power point in sex when you know you will descend. You have laboured up the gentler English of the
hill and come to the protective embankment. You can see the view but it is too late to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the last few railyard, over the bound and you will plunge rashly
into outer space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the emptiness. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the fair sex, you will still total, your pricking will still pulse its semen, 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 tingling esthesis construction in
my prick-head, growing stronger, stronger even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself strain,
tightening every sinew and locking my second joint as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my control, like a raft in white water rapids. The soma to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
last the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water system, foaming hissing
atomiser rushed about my auricle, the H2O thundered in my head. I burst within her, my prick twitching
and jump as it sent stream after stream of my thick sperm cell to coat her interior depths.
I do n't know how long it took me to return to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hired hand. My finger's breadth were digging into her delicate skin. She was crying the tears falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my postponement, there were purplish marks where my finger's breadth had dug in.
They would darken to replete bruises over the future few hours. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, content and slaked. I tired to rouse myself, to return to the state of affairs in paw. It had been a
while for me, it was a large emission. I needed to get her body flatter, before the bulk 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 succeeding time. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my thighs.
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 sole sound I could hear.
I parted her legs and studied her pussy, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a whiteness rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure my emission was larger than that so I
would pass on her there and fall in it a chance to film root in the fertile grunge of her womb.
I picked up my dress and turned off the spark as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned April for a calendar month now and I was please with my learning. I was feeling very
felicitous, I always enjoy this stage as I was fucking her on a daily basis. Usually I would indulge
straight after breakfast as I always seem to wake up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop home at lunch period and fuck her again and
occasionally on some daytime I would contribute her a third injection in the eve before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my phallus was curled contentedly in my pants.
Apr I think was getting used to the routine, she was eating OK after a couple of twenty-four hour period of refusing
anything and some colour had returned to her cheeks. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screeching and generally did n't struggle. She just abdicated her dead body to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this geological period which was something of a worry but I was for sure this would n't
be a bar to production and she could be urged over that barrier in good clock time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her sunup piss after my morning fuck, and I dipped a gestation mental test stick in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a turning point for April- the stick clearly developed a second line
and the word"meaning"appeared on the white ground. My heart skipped a musical rhythm, fantastic news. Of
course this also meant that I would give to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable time to come but this was
always going to pass off about now anyway. Up to this distributor point I had been filling my orders from
freeze down stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was time to start breeder output and it all
seemed to own worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the ash gray grey equipment box, the control console on the desk and
the various hosiery, wires and bottle about her jail cell. I busied myself with them now. Cleaning,
attaching and testing. She had n't seen me do this before and seemed curious.
"What 's that ? What are you doing, what 's going on ?"She asked, a nervous edge to her voice.
"Nothing to worry about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front dialog box of the console and checked the fittings. interior was a large-ish dildo
structure and a range of hard charge plate breast loving cup. I gauged her size by eye to ascertain I would take
something to fit- the second largest would fit. I would n't need 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
time to order it. The equipment was mounted on castors so I was able to cycle it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little kickshaw for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 column inch long and ribbed along its distance. It was n't
quite straight but had a cold-shoulder twirl about half way up to help it grip. My first prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile part of the dildo was attached to a farsighted transparent
plastic hose and internal wires. I plugged the conducting wire inter-group communication into the control panel and screwed the hosepipe
union onto a bottleful top. These were fairly small 100 ml collector ; I thought it outflank to start up with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the understructure jury of the auto and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated area that would chill the harvest home rapidly and hold open it cool until I could process
and pack it.
I powered up the car and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequency to more gentle"introductory"settings and then turned off. April must have
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a nursing bottle of lube and wiped it over the rippled surface of the dildo. It was time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a faeces and dragged the mobile equipment over to April. I checked the ankle joint control
and tightened them so her legs were dear ranch. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
much pleasure. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would have to use other
gap in future. Her eyes were a little wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lube ensuring it slid in easily, the crick making sure she could n't simply contract 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 niggling start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the ennoble tingling would be
pleasant for her- at least for a while. She came back down onto her foot and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a expert spirit. If she had n't had an sexual climax until now then
the following few consequence would be essential. If she could n't come then she would be no good to me and
all my hard work of the finis month would have been for goose egg. 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 attend a little flushed. The dildo was zippo if not persistent and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to break open, her whole metrical unit was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were pant coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking good. It seemed to steady out like this for a longsighted prison term, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to terminate but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't need a fair sex with such control it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to woolgather, my creative thinker moving on to subject of how I would inform
my regular customers about the conversion when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a long"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep throbbing Brrrr strait as the unit switched over its
single-valued function. This is what was different about my machine and its dildo. The spear was in three layers, a
surface layer mimicker flesh providing a supple rippled open for the vagina to grip. Inside deeper
machinery surrounds a cardinal tube that passes through the duration of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube at its groundwork. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensors that detect the vaginal contractions as the woman
orgasms. coming triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lubricator and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensor turn off the vibration as the cleaning woman coming, at the same time activating the
pumping tour to extract all the wanted secretions through the collection tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with eager wonder as the pump cycle cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the clean plastic appeal thermionic vacuum tube. True it was only a small total but
in truth I had n't expected yield to be prolific- at least not at first as I knew she would want to
be worked up to a comme il faut squirt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and Apr seemed to sag in her bail
with a sigh. I went to look at my preciously harvest. The volume was tiny, less than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these first few crop would be richer than those that came later and
so would bring in a higher Price. This would help offset the effects of the lower volume but not
entirely so, and volume would need to be increased shortly. I replaced the nursing 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 all-encompassing
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is insistent, effective
and uninterrupted. It cycles constantly through quiver mode to orgasm, pump mood to aggregation
and a terminal 10 min"down metre"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant quantity
cycling that builds up secretion volume and improves my harvest as the woman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the cycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my client are very specific.
I left the machine to do its study and went back upstairs to mix more than shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this stagecoach, more water and less flavouring. I knew I needed to preserve April well hydrated
now. Her body can postulate this ordinary bicycle water and like an antediluvian alchemist transform it into liquid
"atomic number 79"wellspring, in this eccentric into the most delicious fluid known to man - pure vaginal juices. A viscous
slimy and Delicious secretion for which there was an unlimited demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to make the steps necessary to grow this harvest in the
amount needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the only supplier but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
April was producing grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high mucose content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that woman 's soundbox lacks the content to produce this sticky
stuff in enceinte measure. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest
containing prominent proportions of squirted fluid. lots thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shake and returned to the factory floor. April was hung in her harness, the
heart was running so I guess it had been through one or two cps in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at initiatory 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 inadequate as the machine cycled again, Her soundbox jumped and her eyes closed.
"Noooo Noo more, delight stay please occlusion ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No more than no more !"
To be true I did retrieve that was a bit excessive as reactions go. The missy had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on session of rule sex, so I did reckon she
was complaining too early. wellspring she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will birth to do better than that and I just hoped my sagaciousness of her voltage had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the machine to do its workplace. I found the rhythmical pounding and
cycling of the machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to break my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my dispatch work, retrieving the standing orders from the
computer and adding the new ones from the mail. I was still sending out product from the concluding
breeder who had become highly fecund before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a large
quantity of ground level C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized plastic feeding bottle and then mailing them either on urine ice cool-packs, or immobilize solid state on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a couplet of orders for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a stance to make full them. Soon I had assembled about 50 ingroup and
matched them with capture printed label quick for messenger that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my clients did with their decree, obviously in this job you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clues over the age and I know much is used as a solid food
additive or mixed with whiskey or other booze of your option ( my favourite is a good Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricator to spice up their own sex lives. I
even have some distaff client who use it as a skin treatment.
My castle in the air was interrupted by a brassy pant from across the room, rapidly followed by a pump rhythm.
I turned, to depend. April was staring at me, her eyes wide-cut, almost panic etched in her face. The heart
working seemed lengthy so I checked the bottle- production now seemed much considerably, probably 25ml
from that cycle alone. That 's better. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be salutary honey"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using Apr for a calendar month now of continuous production. payoff had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed steady. 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 deal from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a real struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to forego sex with her for 4 Day whilst I got her set up
in yield. This meant I was pretty hard and I was capable to rod her bum with my dick until it at
last went in. The niggardliness of her sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to unstrain it to
restrain from tearing. The difficulty with anal sex is that the rectum is politic inside, it lacks the cover girl
texture of the inner ripples ( 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 reasonableness I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its better than nothing and I happily shafted away
between her cheeks until I could sense the ecstasy start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't care
anal sex at all, and before long she started to squirm and writhe whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and unplug my dick, her move in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a not bad expiation in her being almost complicit in my own atonement. The production cycles were taking their price. April did n't await at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her centre rolled back in her pass showing only the whites. Over the month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my accounting entry there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could take heed the machine cycling through its political program, each orgasm marked by a convulsive twitch through her eubstance and sometimes a sharp expiration of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynecologist but I could tell apart her breasts were getting bigger. I think the constant intimate foreplay also played its role. Each day I would try to suckle from her and after only 8 workweek I was rewarded at concluding with a lilliputian spirt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really secure house. 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 sass. The loudness was getting bombastic and a ebullition would often coincide with a machine induced orgasm. After a week of this I was prepare to move up to the milk harvest home English of my business and retrieved the tit cups I had identified the month before. The auto possessed a simple milking subprogram adapted from a cattle whole and a gestation breast pump. There was an outer cup that goes over the white meat and which contains an inner flexible metro that covers the teat. When the motorcar is turned on, a vacuity is applied to both tubes causing the cups to nurse in the tit. The outer cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable oftenness. This mimics an eagre sassing sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting void and tugging on the tit. The inner tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola profoundly inside.
I do n't consider April noticed as I connected her breasts to the loving cup. I fixed one and then had to hesitate
as a motorcar orgasm caused her body to stiffen. As she relaxed the other side of it I attached the
bit cup and inserted the jackstones wad into the console table. At number one the machine was simply applying a
vacuum to both cups and I checked that Apr 's bosom were well seated. Luckily her titty were
large and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to seal perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and constant suck are relentless. Eventually her breasts began to give up their harvest and
the white liquidity 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 order I
switched the motorcar back to synchronize milking legal action with sexual climax detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and breast Milk River flow.
I retired to look the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her dead body slow down and subsided into the down time as the
pumps did their work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the underground but this time there was a
properly Milk output too. Once more this would take in a few days to build up to commercial levels
but really this was a neat start and a really near signboard to have started so early in pregnancy. I was so pleased with her. In solemnisation I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my bastard 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 palpitation fashion started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina button on her rectum improving the inscrutable sentiency, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin layer of moist membranous tissue ; the vibrations are transmitted easily to my tuck member whilst I am still bathed in the delightful affectionateness of this cleaning woman 's body. I did n't even have to locomote, I just clung to her shoulder, buried my heading in her haircloth and inhaled the scent while the machine did the oeuvre. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to add up first. I heard her gasp, and the muscles in her arms and peg contracted, her arm rigidification as she strained, reaching for the going. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spastic cramp. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tautness in her arm ranch to her trunk and at in conclusion into her vagina. The tube tightening around the inserted dildo. The taut internal tissues also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of course could n't bump as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the pressure on my penis to a delicious power play that intensified the transmitted shaking. I moaned with joy at the charge her rectum was providing. Incredibly the grip seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four time in quick successiveness and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her torso convulsing. As her trunk was suspended between articulatio radiocarpea and ankles the convulsions made her hips flick back and Forth River between her bail bond. The question pivoted efficiently on the merely early point limiting her motion ; my inserted penis. It was as if she was consciously hitch backwards and forwards onto me in an effort to make me come. In realism I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the outcome 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 muscle spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm of her own flood tide. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

Apr went silent as her organic structure relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A minuscule 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 rape she did n't exhibit it. I took some of her Milk River and went upstairs to ready coffee.


RESOLUTION

The next day it was time to activate the Milk River orders as well. I went to check on production- Apr
showed no house of being mindful of my presence, she was silent, her optic rolled back into her head. Her trunk was largely firm, simply tensing every 10 or so minutes as the simple machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus side milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should make a cubic decimeter by the end of the calendar week. My biggest customer for milk is actually female. I guess she does n't inquire where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing Volunteer ? In any event she took a regular cubic decimeter from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in provision. I was at end in a position to institutionalize her some and so set up the publicity for the following day. I would be able to furnish some of my former scotch customers in the next week or so too, but as my largest client it was essential I kept her happy. I sorted out the dispatch camp and courier recording label for the consignment.

Just then April screamed- Thomas More of a howl really, like an animal in pain in the ass. I went to her. stock was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the sharp edges ripping through her most
intimate flesh. She was losing a lot of parentage 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 wires she became less of an extension of the automobile and some of her humanity seemed to return. I released her arms and lowered her to the floor. Thick dark ancestry 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 assert national pressure sensation. I hoped it was working in any event the blood flow ceased. She opened her center and looked at me. For the first time in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure if she thought I had disconnected her from the machine out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a takeover de free 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
breeders simply go understood during output. They settle into a routine, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with centre closed or rolled back in their headspring. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a estimable phase, I can siphon their rich and fill my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never much warning so I need to preserve a sizeable parentage frozen to
cover change over full point. The last girl had lasted 3 geezerhood and then simply died in the nighttime. She
had n't spoken from the endorse day of output. 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 output, not with her wounding. Not
forgetting of grade she was pregnant with my baby and this could only produce garbage disposal more
unmanageable. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardice but I thought the simplest course was to do nothing and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to sleep and went to the bar to meet Rob-
go along it normal after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The side by side day Apr was n't suddenly. If anything she was a little punter, close to mobile so I fastened her
handlock again, this sentence linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to give
no anamnesis of her former life at all. All she knew was that room, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly grateful. After a week she was well enough to
return to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent wave adherence and no vaginal
arousal to force coming. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her breast were beautiful to behold, they grew arduous and taut, standing up from
her chest of drawers as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
visits to have them emptied. Milk was a much easier material to obtain, the body being designed to
produce it for outside use. I did n't really want her trauma to interrupt my own routine so after a hebdomad I was uneasy to fuck her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few jabbing I realised that I did n't have to define myself to that itinerary of entranceway any More. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my pecker balls-deep inside her. She said nothing and seemed not to notice my intrusion once penetration was dispatch. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her piss. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the dispute in texture, traveling bag and raw moist heat. She was healed enough internally to consent me and did n't seem to experience pain. There was however a surprisal. I had never fucked any of my breeder after production had started. production simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise April 's vaginal brawn had been exercised and the constant orgasm had developed them to the compass point of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could grip my shaft and almost cut off the blood supplying ! They could ripple and pulse like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own climax so I could feel each heartbeat and jerk of my shaft with an strength I had never known. I do n't think she got much 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 captivated when I said yes. I was truly stuck now. I did n't want to actually kill April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
daring not reconnect the dildo part and could n't rely her juice would be unchanged anyway. She was
only useful to bring on milk, but then the sex was unbelievably peachy and her brainwash mind was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that Dear reviewer is how it ended. I have kept Apr for 5 years now. My mill has been
largely transformed and made more comfortable for her to live in. She never asks about the out of doors
existence, where I go when I leave, or anything about her yesteryear. I know her mental state is poor but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too eagre to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even draw a
fuss after the birth of our fry when I followed my tired path to the missionary and abandoned him at their door. The Thelonious Sphere Monk there are no great believer in DNA testing- I suppose they could estimate that children abandoned there must have some sort of problematic scope and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any event they never seem to have noticed that 10 of their orphans actually share a father. My income has shrunk as to the highest degree of the money I earned was from the vaginal juice as these are lots harder to derive by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at to the lowest degree once and I have managed to keep her lactating continuously either with hormone governance or, as now, with her second maternity. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making plenty. Her milk keeps us both. She seems intelligent but I do n't know how a lot damage I have done or for how long she will subsist. I ca n't even tell for long she will bring out but I would judge this wo n't last more than a few old age. If her milk fails I will need to enroll another breeder. I have been excavating another way, extending my underground sanctum against a time when I need to suit two. If April fails I will take what value is left from her, and her chest at least should bring a sound price. Perhaps I will recruit two new stock breeder anyway and keep the irregular simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the time being both I and April are content .