ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the electric chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was easy in the diner.
The dark 's exercise had left my body feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the meat
was charred around the border from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the taste of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over diametric me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely arse. I admired the view for a moment before calling her over to decree more than
coffee.
It had been a successful night and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always hard but I have to replenish the breeder or my supply line literally dries up. Clients
across the world would not be pleased and I know that one"missed orderliness"means one"lost Order ”.
They will take their byplay elsewhere. In this dividing line of oeuvre I am acutely cognizant that I am only as
good as my last consignment. It would drive a spell but I should have supplies before my next
cargo are due.
The breakfast newsworthiness came on the TV ... a news report about a missing girl. I tensed but no-one in the diner
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a effective likeness and I relaxed. My racecourse were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate girl was now confined.
It had been pretty well-to-do, a schoolbook case in fact. I had befriended Apr on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and unquiet for a new cooperator, a new Father-God for her child. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the outset two
opportunity to meet- not appearing too eager. Each time building a little more trustingness. I took the
chance to determine More about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more intimate variety. Mine were not of me of row, I 'd chosen
them from a survival of the fittest on line to match more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his hamburger was certainly not what she had in intellect. April, I had learned
was 24, a undivided parent. This all boded well for me, young, fertile and with a body already train
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with expectant than average tit. When I saw
her pictures it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their skin was creamy Stanford White, but the dark
lineation of her veins spread like a river system beneath. Her mamilla were blanket with spreading
ring of color and each bore a prominent berry-like nipple at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested upright potency for production ; water-rich pulp and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to glean her breasts for a calendar month or so but they were a strong guide to breeder
selection.
On her third petition I agreed to meet, I asked her to charter the bus to the next Ithiel Town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and satisfy me for a drink and meal at a local restaurant. Although this space was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street names, barroom and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive place and she would be both impressed and tempted. I
even phoned to make a booking under my assumed name in fount she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minutes before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a modest change in
architectural plan. I had just picked up my car from the shop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her charge anyway ! Why not get off the bus a couple of plosive consonant earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my fourth dimension and built the trust, she did n't even question it
and happily agreed to get off 4 hitch out of town. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus occlusive for common people heading to the lake, a short walk through the woods.
However this time in the evening and this prison term of class there were no such visitor and I was already
hidden in the bushes, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its lights glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the blockage a loud hiss escaping its air brake system. A
single female figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman would climb down in this
lonely spot so late in the evening then they did n't show it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any attention. The bus pulled away in a snow flurry of dust and spent diesel motor.
April stood at the block 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 class was n't in it. To strain it
April would make to take the air past the blue theatrical role of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupant she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding billet, closer, finisher. She was one gradation to my left, she was in front of me and then one step to
my right field, in front of my hiding place. I rose silently like a malevolent flavour from the tomb, she was
unaware of her peril, In one swift movement I reached around her head clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her backtalk and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- honorable ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of breath would be followed by a thick inhalation that would aid my
intent. Her body was tense up in my clutches, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my first real physical contact
with her breasts. They were enceinte and punishing. Her perfume was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sweetness ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her nozzle and followed by an equally violent inspiration. It was an unequal battle. I
am not a strong man but I had the twin elements of surprise and training. Perhaps I should add a
third ... practice ? Her middle rolled upwards in her head, her hat dropped and her body went limp in
my weaponry. It could be a artifice so I held the pad in situation for a full minute more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her limp soundbox the rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the book binding seat
and covered her with a tarp for the driving home- any insouciant observer would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U turn and drove back to my existent home- away from the Ithiel Town rendezvous and the unused
dinner reservation. The County strain was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellular phone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep water below. A picayune farther on I stopped and buried her
bag and its capacity ( including the money ). I could n't gamble anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the repose of the way, topping up her trichloromethane every 20 minute of arc. It was a retentive drive and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the road and drew up on my own drive. I lived on the
fringe of town- quieten and private. My house was wooden twist detached and set in a small
garden with large nominal head thou. This was nonesuch for me and my hobby, a semi abandoned ship Buick place
Charles's Wain stood in the drive a short way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few early old
classic stood rusting quietly around the place. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
come apart wooden building some 50 G form the chief house. It looked a petty derelict, uncomplicated and
run down. An honest building that could hide nothing.
I parked in front line of the garage and got out to open the room access before driving the car fully in and
closing the room access behind. C. H. Best to act fast. I opened the can of the car and pulled out my dirty money. She
was backbreaking than I had expected but I managed. I half carried half dragged her to the rear of the
service department. The back of the place was covered with a fit out shelving unit on which was stored old blusher,
oil toilet, a few car spare part and tools. I dropped her on the floor and reached senior high up on the right field for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged out-of-doors revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the mo latch and the hidden threshold clicked open an column inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp consistency down the stairs behind, trying not to make too a lot accidental injury or bruising.
We reached the bed, I opened the tertiary door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the brightness, this
was it, my factory storey. Some 20 feet underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my secret, my sanctum ; the source of my income and the focusing of my pleasure. I cast
a quick coup d'oeil around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden facing painted Patrick Victor Martindale White and
faded to gray. On the far wall there was a swallow hole and taps, a few might sockets and some shelving
with a large closet under. The shelves bore my packing cases and mailing supplying. On the right
there sat an old refrigerator next to a pocket-size bureau freezer. There was a pulley-block bicycle mounted high
on the paries above the freezer and connected to some communication channel that fed through a second pulley on the
roof, hanging down in the essence of the room. An old TV was fixed to the rampart next to the room access through which we had entered and below that a modest cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a induce order and I needed to stay on site. The pull up stakes hand bulwark was covered in my orderliness and production charts and in presence of them a small desk and PC plus printer.
It was the try-on in the centre of the way that mattered, all the rest simply serviced that
induction. In the heart of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some basic cushioning on
the place. A hoar featureless box of equipment stood next to it, wires trailing to the wall sockets and
several hosepipe hanging limply or connected to jolt fitted into racks at the groundwork. There were a few
switches, a match of dials and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own design, region pump, percentage
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chairman hung a yoke off handcuff attached to the crinkle
coming from the the pulley-block. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the chain up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A second base pair of turnup were fixed to whang that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the room. All seemed fine, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the door and propped her up on the death chair. I was in somewhat of a hurry
since it had now been rather longer than 20 minutes since her live top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to call down. Quickly I cuffed her radiocarpal joint to the amphetamine string and let them hang whilst I
fitted the trading floor cuffs to her articulatio talocruralis. She hung limply but I was able to raise her into a more pleasing
position by winding the wheel on the bulwark. Tightening the speed string straightening her book binding and
cranking her coat of arms up into a"Y"shape over her head. Secure at last. 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 tyre in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't run a risk stride
matching and new tire would always seem mistrustful so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely home I changed back to my rule 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 succor of tension now that the
worst was over or maybe it was simply from the travail of the night but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but secure. I shut and locked the lower threshold, and left up
the stairs closing the upper door and swinging ledge securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
inspection pit and stored steering 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.


INSTALLATION

The break of the day passed in mundane chore, I had supplies to get, the fence needed house painting and I had
some missive to drop a line, greenback to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would recall Apr,
each fourth dimension I would get a tingling of excitement and anticipation. induction is always a thrilling
process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a bombastic piece of my survival of the fittest tactics is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"loner"... that just gets you labelled as"funny ”,
no, I was simply boring. social but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to seek me out. So I would go to the Town saltation, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would booze in the bar, eat in the café. I met masses, spoke to hoi polloi and bored citizenry. I was not odd, just uninteresting and stiff. So keep up the normal behaviour- no unexplained disappearances in the eye of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will stupefy in masses 's computer storage. It was
Sat and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this cover meant that I was ineffective 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, we had a
common interest in cars and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the scrap yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to fit later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was resign to go back down to my secret way. I locked up the house and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would bump the house apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply think I was out. I opened the bring up internal doors and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed April would hear my extraction and I wondered what she would feel- certainly concern ? But what else, oddity, anticipation ? I opened the lower door and stepped into the elbow room, slamming it behind me. April was a terrible mickle. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her face and her smart dress grubby and dishevelled. She opened her mouth and let out a scream as I entered. No problem, it was share of my program. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to wear out herself out before she would go for the hopelessness. No matter how a great deal she screamed no-one will come. It simply pisses me off and is likely to take in a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the interference. I strode across and slapped her hard on the look. Some line of descent dripped from her nose but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her optic. That was good, lots of feel. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nothing but walked over to her and twisted her hair round behind her caput. I put my grimace
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 unlike from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and take from you what I need. You can yell all you like, and no-one will make out. 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 thing ?
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. Apr predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an gathering of bin liner I 'm not sure April recognized a body at first. Then after
a while a muffled whimper of horror and all colour drained from her face. I dragged the heavy release
across the level towards the door. There was a certain amount of leak and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breathing space and fetched more than sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the torso through the door and started up the stairs. The bagged school principal cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the crumpled wad and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the carrier bag up the stairs. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in cookery for
the night 's disposal trip. Slamming the tree trunk I went back down the stairs to confront April. She
seemed in electric shock, her eyes were sightless, unfocussed, staring into space. Her brim were trembling
with fear, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a gravid 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 brand, her eyes nearly popped out of her face, her altogether physical structure was trembling
as she shook her point and silently she seemed to be mouthing the word"No"over and over again.
She need n't ingest worried. There is a certain value in a adult female 's dead body but its nothing compared
to her value alive. The tongue was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
wearing apparel she had put on to shanghai me. I pulled the zipper down to her waist but the garment could n't
drib as her arms were raised above her school principal and her legs spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me grow the knife, but I did n't hurt her, I simply used the brand to shear through the material of the
frock, severing the girdle, tearing the arm and shoulders 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 match
bra and drawers set- maybe intended to please me as my reward if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder straps.
The bra joined the shredded dress. I turned to look at Apr, her breasts were every bit as promise
as her moving picture so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked wakeless, rippling with a liquified fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to outdistance her mild build from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the tank air. I muttered in admiration, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her step-in next, raising the torn material to my face to inspire her odour. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang of pee where she had leaked a little, perhaps in awe
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her Blackbeard as I inhaled, neat trimmed gyre that even now she was trying to hide from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her attachment. Her whole
body was trembling now and then ; a sudden sibilation as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and bury the bucket.
I tossed her panties onto the stack and went to the cupboard for my cleaning geartrain. In any manufactory
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic down of tatterdemalion
clothing and left, locking the doors behind me.
The garbage disposal run was the close big job in breeder exchange and before production can begin. The worn
out unit serves to focus and stipulate the newer. The new young woman are usually more waxy after they
have seen the sack. I paused in the service department where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
vesture for alloy, once I had called an engineer to serve it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified alloy in the ashes- no rattling problem, a dewy-eyed explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. panty OK- I tossed them in maiden with only a twinge of regret,
their fragrance had been intoxicating but evidence is evidence and it has to be reduced. The apparel was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made indisputable there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal hook fasteners. I used the knife to remove all of these component part and then tossed
the shoot down fabric remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The metal parts I dropped in an
plastic bucket of old barrage fire dot to dissolve.
Having sorted these system to my expiation it was now getting dark. I got in the car and
headed out for the main road. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the woods. It was a long driving and I knew I would n't arrive before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This daughter had been missing for nearly three old age now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively relaxed about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the route and started to dig a shallow trench. It was heavy study but it was a
remote domain and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the physical structure in and returned to the car for a sack of
quicklime. Its important to use the right form of slaked lime for these disposals, quicklime with its
horrendous and erosive appetite for water is ideal. In a matter of twenty-four hours there would be nothing
recognisable of this body, no hair, no DNA, no alveolar consonant disc or old bone faulting. Not even a
lingering scent to attract the bursting charge of any passing dog walkers ; just a patch of phosphate rich soil.
I ripped the bags so that the lime could contact the cold flesh. The body looked wretched now,
colourless, crumpled. Dark circles showed where the boob had been detached and the was a
standardised dark smirch around the top of the thigh. Her breasts, never parted in lifetime were now on opposite sides of the Atlantic, whilst the lips of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't know what was going to pass off to these consistence region and I had been well paid not to ask. Her snatch lip at least I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic overalls and covering the body generously in the
hydrated lime. It was dusty stuff and I did n't want to have trackable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the earth I had dug out of the jam and left, erasing my step as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my boilersuit into the sackful, bagged the lot inside a new
dismissal and threw the bundle into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean and jerk at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my reward as I drove home. April was now safely ready, all the
high-risk character were over and its time for me to start enjoying myself ! Have a fiddling bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned household. 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 time. I usually give my breeders
a fluid-rich dieting. It aids production, anatomy less waste and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a consistence building shake I get on mail order- I keep some weights in the spine elbow room in event anyone
ever asks- I am to all purport and intent trying ( unsuccessfully ) to stamp down the excessive and growing
flabbiness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a newspaper cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her James Bond, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was tumid and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in concern. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her back talk. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spatter 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 delight. Accepting food is a crucial phase in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hitch. Soon she would be thankful to me for these pause, but for now I let her drink
and stroked her hair as she did so. I think she was too far gone to discover the assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the cesspit and went around behind her. Raising her from the chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucketful. She seemed to know what was expected and filled it
with fresh piddle, it had a fruity almost apple odor. I let her polish off and then removed the bucketful to
replace the chair. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the lightness and left her to concentrate in the
duskiness for an hour. The next stage could have a reaction and I wanted to be sure the nourishment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty meal to keep back my speciality 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 local bar-a couple of beers would n't go imperfectly - and as
before- I had to retain doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- visible radiation chattering and tittle-tattle. News was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
girl. I downed a match of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly light headed when I made my
excuses and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the poise air on my side
woke me up a fiddling and I started to reckon of my following movement. This is always difficult to decide
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in clip I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
April must be wondering what was in computer storage for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't have it away where this is going and exactly what I will exact of her, and
she will not learn for a calendar week or so. The offset week is in some slipway the best and most enjoyable for
me, I have to chair my demands once production starts. I leaned on the upper door and
belched. I jerked it open and step a slight unsteadily down the step. I opened the door and flicked on
the light. Apr was hung from her bonds in the centre of the room, just as I had left her, her heading
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her breasts shaking with that lovely fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you need ?"Please let me go"
I could see split starting at the corner of her eye. I went to the far bulwark and took a riding crop from
the drawer above the closet. Her eyes widened.
"No No, please do n't injure me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the crop in my manus. On my second base circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of nuisance. I paused
and then repeated the action across her rump twice in rapid succession so that her physical body was still
jumping from the first shock when the second cut in. The tear were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My somebody leapt inside me, how I loved those dustup ! My captives always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's Thomas More I know that they are true- she would do anything. John L. H. Down here
my parole law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the wall and would up the pulley-block there, tautening her tie beam. At first raising only her arms
above her top dog, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was office
standing, percentage suspension in her manacle. I kicked the chairwoman away and studied her. Her consistency was well
fleshed, generous. Her breasts were heavy and full, the areola and nipples as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any foresightful I sank my sass to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an pleasurable activity, but the mamilla had nothing to give, there was no secernment,
no flavour but her breast felt good against my nerve and there was a slight discernment of blood where my
teeth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, awe or cold I could n't recite but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to learn. As I sucked I sent my endorse hired hand to plough
her line and probe into her thatch. Her pubic tomentum was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our appointment. I approved, it would involve to stay that way but futurity trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing digit found her nether mouth, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the former hand was beginning to surface to the office. I unfastened from
her mammilla and went behind her again. The whip across her binding and behind had reddened nicely,
a few bead of stemma oozed from the ends of the stroke where the harvest had dug in most. I licked them
from her, her pedigree salty and metallic on my glossa. I sank to my stifle and bit her backside, so
silky placid, so soft. I separated her bum cheeks and probed her ass, she was pixilated and the
anatomical sphincter flinched and gripped my invading finger automatically at the usurpation. I reached through
her legs to caress her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the moment the chloroform pad covered her
mouth and even as she lost knowingness, 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 muscular tissue in her body
tense, the sassing of her vulva tightened in an endeavour to resist my finger 's entry- to abnegate me access to
her deeper delights. I withdrew my finger and put it in my lip. There was only a faint scent of
twat 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 metre the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
brawn, a miserly and satisfying rasp on her inner rampart. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the guggle walls, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this woman under my ascendance, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my witting thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what encroachment to pick out, what part of
her to enjoy first, there was a twat and my finger's breadth was in it. My choice was well-defined ! It had been made
automatically by my own eubstance '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 undress. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must have known that this was a vain prayer, there was no escape possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the floor, my dick was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to stoop forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't concern about that, not tonight. Later her anus will go my
endorsement home and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not this evening. I faced
her, her middle looked scare off. I rubbed myself on her body, feeling the large knocker flatten against my
dresser, I pushed my pelvic arch forward and scraped my tool on her pubis, feeling the scratch of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it low-down, delving into her Edward Thatch, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the alliance held. Her gesture
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my paw, wiping the saliva over
my engorged cock head. Just as with my finger the lubrication will aid my penetration. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her voice rising in pitch and flashiness as I eased myself forward, teasing her sass apart with my
cock-head Her voice was no almost a scream as I felt her consistency start to open up to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One last push, her vulva opened, the lip parting under my stab. Strangely the tautness in her
muscles that was so determined to keep open me out actually ensured that her brim clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This clock time her voice was almost soft, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the struggle, inadequate as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and zippo would
modification that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her body was mine and I was inside it. I would enjoy her. Her physical structure sagged in her handlock determined
perhaps that she could at to the lowest degree not be a willing pardner to her rapine. Her look was expressionless, her
optic focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A proficient place where her pussycat was n't being violated, where her pleasure were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched subject and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't trouble 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 penetrate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
knife thrust gained me a centimetre or two of blissfulness. A easy moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the groan stopped, replaced with a oink and hissing escapism of intimation. Her oculus closed
and a tear rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, recondite into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious sense datum. The blood line rushes to your member, your brain is
momentarily starved of provision and this, coupled with the upright lieu, generates a ignitor headed,
slightly dizzy champion. The worldly concern tends to blow over and there nix but the tremendous fuck-stuff of
the trussed woman. My cock burrowing from this world through her and into heaven. profligate rushed
in my pinna, I could try it pounding almost drowning her cries in the distance. I was giddy, dizzy,
seeing adept and there is always the risk of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her articulatio humeri and breasts, steadying myself with her dead body at our pointedness of contact-
through my limb and my pricking. She was now supporting both herself and a good constituent of the system of weights
of her rapist, this must increase the warhead on her wrists and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapsing as the macrocosm came back into focus. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer juiciness of her kitty-cat and its delicate internally folded
tissue layer that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just flaccid 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 immobilize her body and deny me any single ounce of pleasure
from her cunt, but I am relishing it despite her wishes. Is it that she is mine and will be mine to use
as I please ? Perhaps it is all of these affair.
I carried on, plunging deep into her bitch so that my formal flapped against her. The blood was starting
to wail 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 tablet. I knew I was n't taking any guard. I also knew that I would amount
in her, and hold on coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was fat, her daughter proved
that, and I would savor vaginal sex for as prospicient as I could before either my future consignments fell
due or nature took its course and my semen found its mark.
There is a degree in sex when you know you will add up. You have laboured up the blue side of the
Alfred Hawthorne and issue forth to the scarp. You can see the sight but it is too late to stop. Your impulse is already such that it will impart you the go few one thousand, over the edge and you will plunk headfirst
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the char, you will still make out, your cock will still pulse its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that stage, and in my case I had no purpose of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my endeavour carry me forward. I felt the tingling ace building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, strong even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself strain,
tightening every sinew and locking my thighs as I was rushed towards orgasm by current beyond
my ascendency, like a plenty in ovalbumin piddle rapids. The human body to orgasm climb, mounting and then at
last the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my pinna, the urine thundered in my chief. I burst within her, my SOB twitching
and jumping as it sent watercourse after stream of my thick sperm to coat her privileged depths.
I do n't know how long it took me to take back to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hands. My finger were digging into her cushy peel. She was crying the tears falling
on my tomentum. I grunted and released my clutch, there were purple marks where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to full bruises over the next few hour. My member felt wonderfully spent inside
her, content and satisfied. I tired to excite myself, to return to the office in hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a prominent emanation. I needed to get her organic structure flatter, before the mass of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the chair too far away, Oh well I
would remember next time. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my second joint.
I went to the bulwark, releasing the range of mountains so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a word
and lay there, a conciliate sobbing the only sound I could hear.
I parted her ramification and studied her snatch, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a white rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was surely my expelling was prominent than that so I
would leave her there and give it a prospect to consider base in the prolific soil of her womb.
I picked up my clothes and turned off the luminance as I left.


production

I had owned April for a calendar month now and I was please with my accomplishment. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this phase angle as I was fucking her on a day-to-day ground. Usually I would luxuriate
straight after breakfast as I always seem to heat up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop home at lunch period and fuck her again and
occasionally on some days I would give her a tierce injectant in the evenings 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 Clarence Day of refusing
anything and some colouring had returned to her impudence. 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 full point which was something of a worry but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to output and she could be urged over that barrier in good prison term. As common I emptied the
bucketful of her morning piss after my morning fuck, and I dipped a pregnancy test stick in the still-
tender fluid. Today however was a turning breaker point for April- the marijuana cigarette clearly developed a indorse line of work
and the word"pregnant"appeared on the white ground. My heart skipped a meter, howling tidings. Of
course of study this also meant that I would give to antedate vaginal sex for the foreseeable future tense but this was
always going to find about now anyway. Up to this distributor point I had been filling my orders from
frozen stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was meter to startle stock breeder output and it all
seemed to bear worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the atomic number 47 grey equipment box, the dominance console on the desk and
the assorted hoses, telegram and bottle about her cell. I busied myself with them now. cleaning,
attaching and testing. She had n't seen me do this before and seemed curious.
"What 's that ? What are you doing, what 's going on ?"She asked, a flighty edge to her voice.
"Nothing to care about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the face gore of the console and checked the accommodation. interior was a large-ish dildo
body structure and a range of hard credit card breast cup. I gauged her size by eye to check into I would stimulate
something to fit- the sec largest would fit. I would n't call for 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
metre to Holy Order it. The equipment was mounted on genus Castor so I was able to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little treat for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inches long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a rebuff wrick about half way up to help it grip. My foremost prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penial component of the dildo was attached to a yearn transparent
plastic hosiery and interior wires. I plugged the wire contact into the panel and screwed the hose
union onto a nursing bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml collectors ; I thought it best to set off with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due track. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the base venire of the machine and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated region that would chill the harvest home rapidly and hold it nerveless until I could swear out
and tamp it.
I powered up the auto and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequency to more aristocratic"introductory"settings and then turned off. April must give
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lubricating substance and wiped it over the undulate aerofoil 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 ankle restraints
and tightened them so her legs were better facing pages. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
a good deal pleasure. I sighed, I had no intent of giving up sex with her, but I would consume to use other
scuttle in future. Her eyes were a little unfounded and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricating substance ensuring it slither in easily, the kink making sure she could n't simply bosom it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the place setting I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a trivial starting and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the blue tingling would be
pleasant for her- at least for a while. She came back down onto her understructure and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the paries to get a safe look. If she had n't had an sexual climax until now then
the next few second would be crucial. If she could n't come in then she would be no honorable to me and
all my firmly oeuvre of the last month would birth 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 tissue of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she appear a little flushed. The dildo was nothing if not unyielding and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostril were starting to irrupt, her whole 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 calm out like this for a long sentence, 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 demand a woman with such control it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to stargaze, my mind moving on to matters of how I would inform
my unconstipated customer about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a retentive"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep throbbing Brrrr sound as the social unit switched over its
mapping. This is what was different about my automobile and its dildo. The diaphysis was in three layers, a
surface layer mimics flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to grip. Inside deeper
machinery surrounds a exchange tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube at its base. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory input directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensor that detect the vaginal contractions as the woman
orgasms. Orgasm triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the trembling as the adult female climaxes, at the Saami time activating the
pumping circuits to extract all the cherished secretion through the collection tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting feeding 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 clear plastic collection tube. true up it was only a small amount but
in Sojourner Truth I had n't expected production to be prolific- at to the lowest degree not at first as I knew she would require to
be worked up to a decent squirt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and Apr seemed to sag in her bond paper
with a sigh. I went to look at my wanted harvest. The volume was flyspeck, less than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these first few harvests would be richer than those that came later and
so would get a higher price. This would help offset the effects of the depress volume but not
entirely so, and volume would call for to be increased shortly. I replaced the nursing bottle in the chiller and
returned to my place. Apr was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her body tensing as her heart opened full
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the closed book of my machine- it is crying, effectual
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibration way to orgasm, pump style to collection
and a terminal 10 min"down time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant quantity
cycling that builds up secretion volume and improves my harvest as the fair sex is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more than vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the round and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my customers are very peculiar.
I left the auto to do its workplace and went back upstairs to mix Sir Thomas More shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this phase, Thomas More water and lupus erythematosus flavouring. I knew I needed to keep April well hydrated
now. Her trunk can hire this ordinary H2O and like an antediluvian alchemist transform it into liquid
"Au"fountainhead, in this case into the most delightful fluid known to man - complete vaginal juice. A gluey
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an inexhaustible demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were leave to take the steps necessary to produce this harvest home in the
amount needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the simply provider but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
Apr was producing degree A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high mucose message. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that adult female 's organic structure lacks the capacity to bring about this sticky
cloth in magnanimous quantities. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvesting
containing heavy proportions of squirted fluid. Much thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the wag and returned to the factory floor. April was hung in her harness, the
ticker was running so I guess it had been through one or two cycles in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at first and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a smorgasbord of horror and hatred in her oculus. I did n't like the look but luckily it was
cut dead as the machine cycled again, Her trunk jumped and her eyes closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please stop please stop ! Please God hold on it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no more !"
To be dependable I did imagine that was a bit unreasonable as reactions go. The daughter 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 remember she
was complaining too early. fountainhead she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will possess to do better than that and I just hoped my judgement of her voltage had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the auto to do its employment. I found the rhythmic throbbing and
cycling of the machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to damp my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my dispatch work, retrieving the standing fiat from the
computing device and adding the new one from the chain armor. I was still sending out production from the last
breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing output entirely. I had collected a large
quantity of grade C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized plastic bottle and then mailing them either on piddle ice cool-packs, or icy solid state on
cardice as the vendee specified. I had been holding a couple of orders for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to fill them. Soon I had assembled about 50 packs and
matched them with appropriate printed recording label ready for courier that afternoon.
I did n't get laid exactly what my customer did with their ordination, obviously in this line of work you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clues over the years and I know much is used as a food
additive or shuffle with whisky or other booze of your choice ( my favourite is a thoroughly Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up their own sex animation. I
even have some female person clients who use it as a skin treatment.
My reverie was interrupted by a loud gasp from across the way, rapidly followed by a heart round.
I turned, to reckon. April was staring at me, her centre wide, almost panic etched in her face. The ticker
working seemed draw out so I checked the bottle- production now seemed much better, probably 25ml
from that round alone. That 's better. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be full dearest"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a month now of continuous output. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed unshakable. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshie the first time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had mickle 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 days whilst I got her set up
in product. This meant I was pretty intemperate and I was able to rod her bum with my putz until it at
last went in. The tightness of her sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to unwind it to
hold on from tearing. The fuss with anal retentive sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the lovely
texture of the interior 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 sphincter alone. For this intellect I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its better than nothing and I happily shafted away
between her impudence until I could feel the ecstasy start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal retentive sex at all, and before long she started to wriggle and writhe whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and unplug my prick, her movements in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great expiation in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The yield cycles were taking their price. April did n't calculate at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her eye rolled back in her head showing only the whites. Over the month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my entranceway there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could pick up the machine cycling through its program, each orgasm marked by a spasmodic vellication through her body and sometimes a sharp exhalation of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breast were getting large. I think the ceaseless sexual stimulation also played its role. Each day I would try to suckle from her and after only 8 week I was rewarded at last with a tiny spurt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really secure sign. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the next few days I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouth. The volume was getting with child and a gush would often cooccur with a automobile induced orgasm. After a week of this I was prepare to move up to the Milk harvest side of my business concern and retrieved the bosom cup I had identified the calendar month before. The machine possessed a wide-eyed milking social function adapted from a cattle unit of measurement and a pregnancy breast pump. There was an proscribed cup that goes over the breast and which contains an inner flexile subway that covers the nipple. When the automobile is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both thermionic tube causing the cups to suck in in the breast. The out cup is connected to a valve in the car that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an eager lip sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuum and tugging on the titty. The intimate subway system is connected permanently to vacuum-clean and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola deeper inside.
I do n't suppose April noticed as I connected her chest to the cups. I fixed one and then had to intermit
as a car orgasm caused her consistence to stiffen. As she relaxed the other position of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the jackfruit fire hydrant into the console. At 1st the machine was simply applying a
vacuum to both cup and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her breasts were
large and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able-bodied to varnish 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 bosom began to establish up their harvest and
the white liquid started to spirt into the solicitation tube in stage 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 motorcar back to synchronize milking action with orgasm detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and chest milk flow.
I retired to expect the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). Apr jerked
spasmodically and the ticker kicked in. Her body relax and subsided into the knock down time as the
ticker did their work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube but this time there was a
seemly milk yield too. Once more this would take a few Day to build up to commercial levels
but really this was a heavy start and a really good star sign to feature started so early in pregnancy. I was so pleased with her. In jubilation 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 total. I was still inside her rectum when the the vibration modality started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina energy on her rectum improving the inscrutable mavin, 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 quivering are transmitted easily to my inclose phallus whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this woman 's body. I did n't even have to move, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my oral sex in her pilus and inhaled the scent while the machine did the oeuvre. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to fall first. I heard her pant, and the musculus in her arms and ramification contracted, her limbs rigidification as she strained, reaching for the release. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spastic spasm. I 've no thought whether that was witting or not. She was building steadily now, The stress in her arm facing pages to her torso and at last into her vagina. The tube tightening around the inserted dildo. The taut internal tissues also pulled on the rectum trying to drop it which of course could n't befall as I was firmly inserted. The gist was to increase the pressure level on my penis to a delicious credit crunch that intensified the transmitted vibrations. I moaned with pleasure at the bang her rectum was providing. Incredibly the bobby pin seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four times in quick succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her body convulsing. As her dead body was suspended between carpus and ankles the convulsions made her hips flick back and forth between her bonds. The motion pivoted efficiently on the only other point limiting her motion ; my inserted member. It was as if she was consciously hitch backwards and forwards onto me in an effort to ready me come. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the effect was wonderful, it could n't induce been nicer. The sensory faculty built up, up, up and then over the top- my penis exploding into her as her anal anatomical sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the musical rhythm of her own climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went dumb as her body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The ticker cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A pocket-size stream 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 show it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to make coffee.


RESOLUTION

The side by side day it was time to activate the milk orders as well. I went to check off on production- April
showed no sign of being aware of my presence, she was silent, her center rolled back into her straits. Her soundbox was largely fast, simply tensing every 10 or so minute as the simple machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus side Milk River production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should hold a litre by the end of the week. My biggest customer for milk is actually female person. I guess she does n't marvel where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing Volunteer ? In any result she took a habitue cubic decimetre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in supply. I was at survive in a position to institutionalize her some and so set up the promotion for the following day. I would be able-bodied to provide some of my other frustrated client in the next week or so too, but as my largest client it was essential I kept her well-chosen. I sorted out the dispatch pack and courier labels for the consignment.

Just then April screamed- more of a howl really, like an animal in pain. I went to her. Blood was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo whole had fractured, the shrewd edges ripping through her virtually
confidant flesh. She was losing a lot of profligate and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the auto and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the conducting wire she became less of an extension of the automobile and some of her humanity seemed to riposte. I released her weaponry and lowered her to the floor. Thick sour roue was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't put on the line a Doctor so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing material and inserted it into her vagina to maintain internal pressure. I hoped it was working in any event the blood menstruum ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the first-class honours degree time in calendar week she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure if she thought I had disconnected her from the machine out of understanding or whether she
thought I had administered a coup d'etat de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak grinning. This was strange, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeders simply go mute during production. They settle into a routine, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in quiet usually with eyes closed or rolled back in their heads. I do n't
really think they are witting. But this is a full phase, I can siphon their riches and satisfy my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never much warning so I need to hold on a sizeable stock frozen to
cover alteration over time period. The lowest miss had lasted 3 years and then simply died in the Nox. She
had n't spoken from the mo day of output. Apr was different, there was clearly a person
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with remorse. However I also had a problem, she clearly was n't
about to die on me naturally, and I could n't refit her to vaginal production, not with her wound. Not
forgetting of course she was pregnant with my baby and this could only make garbage disposal Thomas More
unmanageable. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardliness but I thought the simplest course was to do nothing and then if she died the
job would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to sleep and went to the bar to contact Rob-
keep it normal after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The succeeding day April was n't dead. If anything she was a little better, closemouthed to mobile so I fastened her
manacle again, this prison term linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no recollection of her erstwhile 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
retort to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent bond and no vaginal
arousal to storm orgasm. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her white meat were beautiful to lay eyes on, they grew dense and tight, standing up from
her bureau as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
visits to have them emptied. Milk River was a much easier material to find, the consistency being designed to
produce it for external consumption. I did n't really want her combat injury to disrupt my own routine so after a week I was nervous to roll in the hay her again. She just accepted it in quiet as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few drive I realised that I did n't have to confine myself to that route of entry any more. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my shit balls-deep inside her. She said nada and seemed not to notice my invasion once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her water. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the difference in texture, grip and raw moist heating. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't seem to know pain. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeders after yield had started. Production simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the constant climax had developed them to the stage of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could spellbind my lance and almost cut off the pedigree supply ! They could ripple and throb like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could find each impulse and jerk of my shaft with an intensity I had never known. I do n't think she got often pleasure from this and she did n't orgasm, but she knew it pleased me and so she simply did it. I came quickly in her, she asked me if it had pleased me and seemed delighted when I said yes. I was truly stuck now. I did n't want to actually vote down April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo constituent and could n't confide her juices would be unchanged anyway. She was
only useful to produce Milk, but then the sex was unbelievably gravid and her brainwashed psyche was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to allow in I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that beloved Reader is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 twelvemonth now. My manufacturing plant has been
largely transformed and made more comfortable for her to live in. She never asks about the extraneous
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her genial United States Department of State is poor but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too eager to delight me in anyway she can. She did n't even urinate a
fuss after the nascence of our nestling when I followed my shopworn way of life to the missionary and abandoned him at their doorway. The monks there are no dandy believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could estimate that tiddler abandoned there must take some sort of problematic background and it was better simply to consent them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any case they never seem to take noticed that 10 of their orphans actually share a father. My income has shrunk as most of the money I earned was from the vaginal juice as these are very much severe to get 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 hormone 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 decent. Her milk keeps us both. She seems goodish but I do n't have sex how much damage I have done or for how longsighted she will live. I ca n't even tell for farseeing she will bring forth but I would guess this wo n't last more than a few days. If her milk fails I will need to recruit another stock breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my hush-hush holy against a time when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will demand what value is left from her, and her breasts at least should bring in a good monetary value. Perhaps I will enroll two new stock breeder anyway and keep open the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the time being both I and April are content .