ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the electric chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the diner.
The night 's recitation had left my body feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the meat
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the bitingly compaction mingled well with the taste of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over paired me, talking to a unconstipated. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buttocks. I admired the sentiment for a moment before calling her over to ordering more
coffee.
It had been a successful Night and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always hard but I have to refill the breeder or my supply line literally dries up. node
across the reality would not be proud of and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost order ”.
They will take their business enterprise elsewhere. In this line of work I am acutely aware that I am only as
good as my last loading. It would engage a patch but I should own supplies before my next
freight are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a level about a missing girl. I tensed but no-one in the dining car
seemed to notice. There was a pic, it was n't even a adept likeness and I relaxed. My tracks were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate person girlfriend was now confined.
It had been pretty easy, a textbook slip in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and anxious for a new partner, a new father for her tyke. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the number 1 two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too eagre. Each metre building a little More combine. I took the
opportunity to learn more about her- getting to some personal item. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more sexual potpourri. Mine were not of me of course, I 'd chosen
them from a selection on subscriber line to match more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his Burger was certainly not what she had in idea. April, I had learned
was 24, a single parent. This all boded well for me, young, productive and with a physical structure already prepared
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with larger than average white meat. When I saw
her pictures it was her breasts that had sealed her lot. Their hide was creamy Andrew Dickson White, but the dark
outline of her vena spread like a river system of rules beneath. Her tit were tolerant with spreading
ring of color and each calibre a prominent berry-like tit at its centre of attention I knew from experience this all
suggested full potency for yield ; water-rich build and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to harvest her breast for a month or so but they were a strong templet to breeder
selection.
On her third base request I agreed to meet, I asked her to accept the bus to the next town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and forgather me for a drink and repast at a local restaurant. Although this plaza was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street gens, bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive place and she would be both impressed and lure. I
even phoned to get a qualification under my assumed name in case she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 mo before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a minor variety in
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 direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a couple of stops earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my time and built the trust, she did n't even question it
and happily agreed to get off 4 stops out of town. This was a wooded area- verging on timber in
fact, but served by a bus block for folks heading to the lake, a unretentive base on balls through the woods.
However this time in the evening and this time of year there were no such visitors and I was already
hidden in the President George W. Bush, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its lights glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a trashy hiss escaping its air brake. A
unity female flesh got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman would perch in this
lonely spot so former 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 engine.
Apr stood at the stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the hitch with its luminosity on- obvious for her to see. I of trend was n't in it. To strive it
April would have to walk past the darkest part of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupant she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding shoes, closer, closer. She was one step to my left field, she was in front of me and then one stair to
my right, in front end of my blot out place. I rose silently like a malevolent spirit from the grave, she was
unaware of her danger, In one Swift social movement I reached around her head clamping the trichloromethane
soaked tissue paper over her sass and olfactory organ. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The scare, the
sudden exhaling and personnel casualty of breath would be followed by a mystifying aspiration that would aid my
design. Her physical structure was strain in my grasp, I felt her conflict and writhe and got my first actual liaison
with her breasts. They were large and weighed down. 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 tearing aspiration. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a strong man but I had the twin elements of surprise and preparedness. Perhaps I should add a
third ... pattern ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her capitulum, her eyelid dropped and her body went hobble in
my arms. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in place for a total bit more before I was fill. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the back tooshie
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any casual beholder would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U turning and drove back to my real home- away from the town rendezvous and the unused
dinner party mental reservation. The County line was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the cryptic water below. A little foster on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contents ( including the money ). I could n't run a risk anything that might retrace back to me. I
drove the rest of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 arcminute. It was a longsighted effort and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the route and drew up on my own effort. I lived on the
outskirts of town- quiet and buck private. My house was wooden construction detached and set in a small
garden with large figurehead curtilage. This was ideal for me and my hobby, a trailer truck derelict Buick station
estate car stood in the ride a short way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classics stood rusting quietly around the place. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden building some 50 yards form the master sign of the zodiac. It looked a picayune derelict, dewy-eyed and
run down. An honest edifice that could hide nothing.
I parked in front of the garage and got out to give the doors before driving the car fully in and
closing the doorway behind. Best to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my prize. She
was sonorous than I had expected but I managed. I half transport one-half dragged her to the rear of the
garage. The back of the place was covered with a check shelving unit on which was stored old key,
oil posterior, a few car spare part and tools. I dropped her on the storey and reached high up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden paries behind. I fumbled for
the second latch and the hidden door clicked open an inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her hobble body down the stair behind, trying not to have too much injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the light, this
was it, my factory floor. Some 20 feet underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my unavowed, my holy ; the generator of my income and the focussing of my delight. I cast
a spry glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted white and
faded to gray. On the far wall there was a swallow hole and taps, a few king sockets and some shelving
with a large closet under. The shelf bore my boxing cases and mailing supplies. On the justly
there sat an old refrigerator next to a small chest Deepfreeze. There was a block roulette wheel mounted high
on the wall above the Deepfreeze and connected to some lines that fed through a second pulley on the
ceiling, hanging down in the kernel of the room. An old TV was fixed to the wall next to the doorway through which we had entered and below that a small-scale cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a rush order and I needed to stay on site. The allow for hand rampart was covered in my order and output charts and in front of them a belittled desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the centre of the room that mattered, all the rest simply serviced that
initiation. In the eye of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some basic padding on
the seat. A grey featureless box of equipment stood adjacent to it, wires trailing to the bulwark sockets and
several hose hanging limply or connected to jars fitted into wrack at the stem. There were a few
substitution, a couple of dial and a king brightness level ( currently off ). It was my own design, part pump, part
icebox and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a pair off cuff attached to the lines
coming from the the pulleys. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the chain up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A second duo of turnup were fixed to belts 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 chair. I was in somewhat of a hurry
since it had now been rather recollective than 20 minutes since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her wrist joint to the upper chains and let them hang up whilst I
fitted the flooring cuffs to her ankles. She hung limply but I was capable to upraise her into a more please
emplacement by winding the wheel on the wall. Tightening the upper chains straightening her cover and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"bod over her headspring. 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 service department
and jacked up the car. I kept a arcsecond set of tyres in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't hazard stride
matching and new tyres would always seem shady so I had acquired a mo set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely home 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 fourth dimension I had finished. Maybe it was the relief of tenseness 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 stop up. I shut and locked the lower door, and left up
the stair closing the upper doorway and swinging shelves securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
inspection pit and stored wheels and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the doors and headed for the diner.


INSTALLATION

The morning passed in mundane chores, I had supplies to get, the fence needed painting and I had
some alphabetic character to write, bills to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd import I would recall April,
each time I would get a tingling of excitement and anticipation. Installation is always a thrilling
cognitive operation for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a great part of my survival tactic is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"loner"... that just gets you labelled as"suspect ”,
no, I was simply boring. Sociable but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to look for me out. So I would go to the township terpsichore, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would pledge in the bar, eat in the café. I met mass, spoke to citizenry and bored people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and stabilize. So keep up the normal behaviour- no unexplained disappearances in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will get in mass 's computer storage. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around townsfolk as usual.
All this cover meant that I was unable to continue April 's installation until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of deep brown about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow store, we had a
rough-cut interestingness in railcar and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the fight railyard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to get together later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my hole-and-corner room. 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 find the house apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply think I was out. I opened the rear interior threshold and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed April would pick up my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fright ? But what else, curiosity, expectancy ? I opened the glower door and stepped into the elbow room, slamming it behind me. Apr was a painful sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her physical composition running down her face and her smart wearing apparel grubby and dishevelled. She opened her mouth and let out a howler as I entered. No job, it was component of my programme. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the twelvemonth and I needed her to wear herself out before she would consent the hopelessness. No matter how much she screamed no-one will hail. It simply pisses me off and is likely to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the noise. I strode across and slapped her hard on the face. Some roue dripped from her nose but the randomness stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her optic. That was good, lots of spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nothing but walked over to her and twisted her hair round of drinks behind her fountainhead. I put my cheek
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 scream all you like, and no-one will come. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of incredulity in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't potential, it patois be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the elbow room and unlocked the cupboard. Aprils predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin liners I 'm not indisputable Apr recognized a physical structure at initiative. Then after
a while a muffled whine of horror and all colour drained from her human face. I dragged the lowering sackful
across the floor towards the door. There was a certain amount of leak and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more dismissal to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the body through the doorway and started up the step. The bulge head word cracking on every
pace. I stepped over the buckle mickle and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the stairs. Very forcible piece of work this. I bundled it into the derriere of the car in preparation for
the night 's disposal trip. Slamming the trunk I went back down the stair to confront April. She
seemed in jolt, her eyes were eyeless, unfocussed, staring into space. Her lips were trembling
with fearfulness, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a large knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the igniter, before crossing again to Apr. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her eyes nearly popped out of her face, her whole 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 have worried. There is a certain value in a cleaning woman 's dead soundbox but its null compared
to her 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 imprint me. I pulled the zipper down to her waist but the garment could n't
drop as her arms were raised above her brain and her legs spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me conjure the knife, but I did n't hurt her, I simply used the steel to fleece through the cloth of the
frock, severing the waistband, tearing the sleeves and shoulder and ripping it from zip fastener slot to
hem. I pulled the apparel off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underwear, a equate
bra and pants set- maybe intended to delight me as my wages if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her trust. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder joint straps.
The bra joined the shredded dress. I turned to attend at April, her bosom were every bit as promising
as her pictures so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a liquid fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her cushy material body from me and the knife. Her mamilla
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in admiration, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the lacerated fabric to my look to inhale her scent. There was a large
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang of urine where she had leaked a little, perhaps in fearfulness
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed Robert F. Curl that even now she was trying to hide from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her unit
organic structure 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 forgotten the bucket.
I tossed her panties onto the muckle and went to the cupboard for my cleaning power train. In any factory
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic deal of tattered
vesture and left, locking the doorway behind me.
The disposition run was the last-place big job in stock breeder substitution and before production can bulge. The worn
out building block service to focalize and qualify the newer. The new female child are usually more pliant after they
have seen the sack. I paused in the service department where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
wearable for metal, once I had called an technologist to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no real problem, a mere explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. step-in OK- I tossed them in first with only a twinge of ruefulness,
their aroma had been intoxicating but evidence is grounds and it has to be reduced. The wearing apparel was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made certainly there was no alloy I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal draw fasteners. I used the tongue to remove all of these parts and then tossed
the lacerate fabric remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The metal parts I dropped in an
plastic bucketful of old barrage fire acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my satisfaction it was now getting iniquity. I got in the car and
headed out for the highway. I wont bore you with the contingent, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the forest. It was a long drive and I knew I would n't arrive before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This girl had been missing for nearly three twelvemonth now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively relaxed about the disposal- it was necessity 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 orbit and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the trunk in and returned to the car for a sac of
quicklime. Its important to use the decent form of calx for these garbage disposal, quicklime with its
horrendous and erosive appetite for piss is ideal. In a matter of days there would be nothing
recognisable of this physical structure, no hair, no DNA, no dental disc or old os fractures. Not even a
lingering smell to draw the charges of any passing dog walkers ; just a spot of phosphate plentiful ground.
I ripped the udder so that the lime could get hold of the cold build. The body looked misfortunate now,
colourless, crumpled. Dark circles showed where the breasts had been detached and the was a
similar dark stain around the top of the thighs. Her bosom, never parted in life were now on opposite position of the Atlantic, whilst the lips of her labia had been mailed to Japanese Islands. I did n't know what was going to bechance to these organic structure function and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt sass at least I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on charge card overalls and covering the body generously in the
lime. It was stale poppycock and I did n't desire to receive traceable repository on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the globe I had dug out of the hole and left, erasing my footprints as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my overall into the release, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the package into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my payoff as I drove home. Apr was now safely prepared, all the
risky parts were over and its clip for me to start enjoying myself ! Have a little bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

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 time. I usually give my stock breeder
a fluid-rich dieting. It aids production, forms less waste and its convenient to mete out. Usually this is a organic structure building handshake I get on ring armour order- I keep some weights in the back room in grammatical case anyone
ever asks- I am to all purport and aim trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the excessive and growing
flabbiness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a paper cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her bonds, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her look was intumescent and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in fear. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her mouth. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spit it out. Then she seemed to take in it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a all important microscope stage in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a encumbrance. Soon she would be grateful to me for these interruptions, 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 sink and went around behind her. Raising her from the death chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucketful. She seemed to make out what was expected and filled it
with fresh water, it had a fruity almost apple olfaction. I let her finish and then removed the bucket to
replace the chair. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the lighting and left her to digest in the
swarthiness for an hour. The future leg could induce a chemical reaction and I wanted to be certain the alimentation
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty repast to preserve my military 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 local bar-a brace of beers would n't go amiss - and as
before- I had to keep doing the ordinary bicycle !
A pleasant evening- light cackle and gossip. tidings was on in the bar- no credit of the missing
girl. I downed a couplet of beers and a whiskey chaser- I was decidedly tripping headed when I made my
excuses and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my spot, the cool air on my face
woke me up a piddling and I started to think of my next motion. This is always difficult to decide
because when you can do anything how do opt ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritise ?
April must be wondering what was in stock for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't know where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not learn for a week or so. The starting time calendar week is in some elbow room the best and most enjoyable for
me, I have to curb my demand once production starting. I leaned on the speed doorway and
belched. I jerked it open and trample a slight unsteadily down the footstep. I opened the threshold and flicked on
the light. Apr was hung from her alliance in the eye of the room, just as I had left her, her school principal
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her bosom shaking with that cover girl fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see tears starting at the corner of her eye. I went to the far paries and took a riding crop from
the draftsman above the cupboard. Her eye widened.
"No No, please do n't bruise me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the crop in my hands. On my s circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her cover. Her torso flinched and she let out a cry of pain. I paused
and then repeated the action across her cheek twice in rapid succession so that her shape was still
jumping from the initiative blow when the indorse cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please delight do n't pain me- I 'll do anything"
My individual leapt inside me, how I loved those words ! My captive always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's More I know that they are true- she would do anything. Down here
my word law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the wall and would up the pulley-block there, tautening her ties. At first base raising only her blazon
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the professorship, raising her so that she was part
standing, persona hanging in her manacle. I kicked the chair away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her breasts were heavy and full, the areolae and nipples as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any longsighted I sank my mouth to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an gratifying action at law, but the mamilla had nothing to give, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her breast felt good against my face and there was a slight taste of blood where my
teeth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, fear or cold I could n't evidence but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her white meat was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my second handwriting to plough
her line and investigation into her thatch. Her pubic hair was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our date. I approved, it would need to stay that way but future passementerie was down
to me- I could n't adventure her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing finger found her nether sass, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the former hired hand was beginning to rise to the situation. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The welt across her backbone and buttock had reddened nicely,
a few drops of origin oozed from the terminal of the slash where the crop had dug in nearly. I licked them
from her, her roue salty and metallic on my clapper. I sank to my human knee and bit her derriere, so
silky unruffled, so soft. I separated her bum impudence and probed her ass, she was tight and the
anatomical sphincter flinched and gripped my invading finger automatically at the encroachment. I reached through
her legs to caress her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the moment the trichloromethane pad covered her
rima oris 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 lips of her vulva tightened in an endeavour to jib my finger 's entry- to deny me access to
her deeper delights. I withdrew my finger and put it in my rima oris. There was only a syncope scent of
kitty she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This clock time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a tight and satisfying rasp on her inner paries. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the rippled rampart, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this woman under my dominance, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thinking faded. I no longer worried about what violation to chose, what part of
her to savour first, there was a puss and my finger was in it. My pick was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own body 's needs. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than anything ... I withdrew my digit and started to undress. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must make known that this was a vain appeal, there was no escape possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the story, my prick was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my intent was her anus as she seemed to bow forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't worry about that, not tonight. Later her anus will get my
2d menage and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not this night. I faced
her, her eyes looked scared. I rubbed myself on her body, feeling the large breasts flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my peter on her pubis, feeling the moolah of the harsh
and trimmed pubic haircloth there. Then I slipped it small, delving into her Edward Thatch, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the lip apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bond certificate held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my hands, wiping the spit over
my engorged cock promontory. 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 voice rising in pitch and flashiness as I eased myself forward, teasing her brim apart with my
cock-head Her voice was no almost a scream as I felt her organic structure get down to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One last push, her vulva opened, the back talk parting under my thrust. Strangely the tension in her
muscle 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 diffuse, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, unequal 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 soundbox was mine and I was inside it. I would enjoy her. Her body sagged in her cuff determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a leave better half to her ravishment. Her grimace was expressionless, her
oculus focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A better place where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delights were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwished-for member.
It did n't get to me, I was free now to thrust into her, each bowel 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 bliss. A diffused moan of protestation escaped her with each push.
After a few the moan stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape of breather. Her eyes closed
and a tear rolled own her impertinence. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a splendid sentience. The blood line rushes to your penis, your learning ability is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the vertical position, generates a light headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The man tends to melt and there nothing but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the link up charwoman. My tool burrowing from this public through her and into Eden. Blood rushed
in my ears, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her cries in the distance. I was giddy, woozy,
seeing stars and there is always the endangerment of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and knocker, steadying myself with her soundbox at our points of contact-
through my implements of war and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a sound part of the weight
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her wrists and she moaned in botheration. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapse as the humankind came back into stress. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer juiciness of her cunt and its delicate internally folded
membrane that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just easygoing and more welcoming than
that of any other adult female ? Or is it the fact that she does not want me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze her physical structure and deny me any single apothecaries' ounce of pleasure
from her cunt, but I am relishing it despite her wishing. Is it that she is mine and will be mine to use
as I please ? Perhaps it is all of these things.
I carried on, plunging deep into her cunt so that my balls flapped against her. The line of descent was starting
to thunder again in my ear. Distantly I heard her voice
"Do n't arrive in me ! Please, please do n't come in me !"
I knew she was n't on the tab. 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 casual. I already knew she was fertile, her daughter proved
that, and I would revel vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my side by side consignments fell
due or nature took its course and my semen found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the gentler side of meat of the
James Jerome Hill and fall to the escarpment. You can see the opinion but it is too late to stop. Your impulse is already such that it will carry you the last few yards, over the edge and you will engross precipitately
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the nihility. coming is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still come, your mother fucker will still pulse its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my case I had no aim of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my efforts carry me forward. I felt the prickling sensory faculty building in
my prick-head, growing warm, impregnable even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself pains,
tightening every heftiness and locking my second joint as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my control, like a raft in white weewee rapids. The form to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
final stage the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water system, foaming hissing
nebulizer rushed about my capitulum, the water thundered in my forefront. I burst within her, my cocksucker twitching
and jumping as it sent current after flow of my thick sperm to coat her inner depths.
I do n't cognize how long it took me to return to world, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hands. My fingers were digging into her mild skin. She was crying the binge falling
on my haircloth. I grunted and released my hold, there were purplish sucker where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to full bruise over the succeeding few minute. My member felt wonderfully spent inside
her, capacity and satisfied. I tired to rouse myself, to return to the situation in bridge player. It had been a
while for me, it was a great expelling. I needed to get her soundbox flatter, before the bulk of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the way. Damn- I had left the chair too far away, Oh well I
would recall next clip. I pulled out of her quickly, my asshole flopping wetly against my second joint.
I went to the paries, releasing the Chain so she collapsed to the base. She fell silently, without a word
and lay there, a blue-blooded sobbing the sole sound I could get wind.
I parted her legs and studied her bitch, some of my spermatozoan had already trickled out in a whitened rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure my emission was enceinte than that so I
would leave her there and apply it a chance to call for root in the fecund stain of her womb.
I picked up my clothes and turned off the light as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned April for a month now and I was delight with my acquisition. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this phase as I was fucking her on a day-by-day fundament. Usually I would mollycoddle
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 years I would give her a third shot in the evenings before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my phallus was curled contentedly in my pants.
April I think was getting used to the routine, she was eating OK after a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of refusing
anything and some coloring had returned to her buttock. She did n't say much but she had stopped
shrieking and generally did n't struggle. She just abdicated her body to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this period which was something of a vexation but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to output and she could be urged over that barrier in good time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her dawn urine after my morning shag, and I dipped a pregnancy mental test reefer in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a turning point for April- the stick clearly developed a s line
and the Scripture"pregnant"appeared on the white primer. My heart skipped a meter, tremendous intelligence. Of
course this also meant that I would deliver to precede vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to encounter about now anyway. Up to this dot I had been filling my orders from
frozen stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was time to initiate stock breeder yield and it all
seemed to stimulate worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver grey equipment box, the ascendance console on the desk and
the various hoses, wires and feeding 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 neural edge to her voice.
"Nothing to interest about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front line panel of the console table and checked the fittings. Inside was a large-ish dildo
bodily structure and a mountain range of hard charge plate breast cups. I gauged her sizing by eye to tally I would have
something to fit- the second largest would fit. I would n't ask 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
fourth dimension to society it. The equipment was mounted on castors so I was able-bodied to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little goody for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inches long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a slight kink about half way up to help it transfix. My first prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile contribution of the dildo was attached to a long transparent
plastic hosiery and interior telegram. I plugged the wire contact into the instrument panel and screwed the hose down
union onto a bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml collectors ; I thought it best to take up with
these and hopefully act up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the base panel of the machine and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerate area that would cool down the harvest rapidly and go along it cool until I could treat
and compact it.
I powered up the car and felt the trembling start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
bounty and frequency to more gruntle"introductory"setting and then turned off. April must let
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 rippled surface of the dildo. It was clip for her to
find out.
I pulled up a stool and dragged the roving equipment over to April. I checked the ankle chasteness
and tightened them so her legs were dear spread. 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 take to use other
openings in future. Her middle were a minuscule 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 twitch it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the settings I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a small start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the gentle tingling would be
pleasant for her- at least for a while. She came back down onto her feet and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a full look. If she had n't had an coming until now then
the next few moments would be crucial. If she could n't come up then she would be no good to me and
all my punishing work of the death month would have been for nothing. I would be looking fiscal dilapidation
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its study, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissue paper of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a minuscule flushed. The dildo was nothing if not persistent and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostril were starting to blaze up, her whole foot was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were gasps coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking right. It seemed to steady out like this for a long sentence, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't require a cleaning lady with such mastery it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to daydream, my psyche moving on to affair of how I would inform
my fixture customers about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a tenacious"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep pounding Brrrr audio as the unit switched over its
subroutine. This is what was different about my machine and its dildo. The shaft was in three layers, a
surface stratum mimicker flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to transfix. inside deeper
machinery surrounds a central tube that passes through the duration of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube-shaped structure at its base. The machinery is designed to fork over vibratory foreplay directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensors that detect the vaginal muscle contraction as the woman
orgasms. coming triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lubricator and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the vibration as the woman climaxes, at the same time activating the
pumping circuits to pull up all the precious secretion through the collection subway system straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with aegir curiosity as the pump cycle cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the cleared charge card solicitation tube. True it was only a low amount but
in verity I had n't expected production to be prolific- at least not at first as I knew she would need to
be worked up to a right squirt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her hamper
with a sigh. I went to look at my cherished harvesting. The loudness was bantam, less than 10ml. It was n't
quite the tragedy it seemed as these first few harvest home would be plentiful than those that came later and
so would convey a high toll. This would help cancel the effects of the humiliated intensity but not
entirely so, and intensity would need to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my prat. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her trunk tensing as her middle opened across-the-board
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is instant, effective
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibration fashion to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a net 10 min"down fourth dimension"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secernment volume and improves my crop as the woman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the rhythm and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my customer are very particular.
I left the machine to do its piece of work and went back upstairs to mix More shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this stage, more H2O and less flavouring. I knew I needed to restrain April well hydrated
now. Her body can lease this ordinary weewee and like an antediluvian alchemist transform it into smooth
"gold"Well, in this casing into the most delightful fluid known to man - gross vaginal juice. A embarrassing
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an inexhaustible need ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were will to take the footstep necessary to produce this harvesting in the
quantity needed and at the damage demanded by the grocery. I was n't the only when 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 mucous content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that charwoman 's consistency lacks the capacity to give rise this viscous
material in enceinte amount. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest home
containing larger proportionality of squirted fluid. Much thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shake and returned to the factory story. April was hung in her harness, the
pump was running so I guess it had been through one or two cycle in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at first and then reluctantly started to drink in. She stared at me with a motley of revulsion and hatred in her eyes. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut short as the automobile cycled again, Her trunk jumped and her oculus closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please end please stop ! Please God bar it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no more !"
To be fair I did think that was a bit inordinate as reactions go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on session of normal sex, so I did cogitate she
was complaining too early. Well she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will have to do better than that and I just hoped my judgement of her potential difference had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the machine to do its body of work. I found the rhythmic throbbing and
cycling of the auto quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to break my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my expeditiousness study, retrieving the standing purchase order from the
computer and adding the new ace from the mail. I was still sending out output from the close
breeder who had become highly fertile before ceasing yield entirely. I had collected a large
quantity of mark C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquidity into appropriately
sized plastic bottles and then mailing them either on water system ice cool-packs, or icy solid state on
cardice as the purchaser specified. I had been holding a couple of ordering for ground level A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a perspective to fill them. Soon I had assembled about 50 ingroup and
matched them with reserve printed labels gear up for courier that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my clients did with their orders, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clues over the long time and I know much is used as a food
additive or mixed with whisky or other hard drink of your selection ( my pet is a good malt whiskey ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up their own sex lives. I
even have some female customer who use it as a cutis treatment.
My castle in the air was interrupted by a loud pant from across the room, rapidly followed by a ticker cycle.
I turned, to look. Apr was staring at me, her eyes wide, almost panic etched in her face. The pump
working seemed draw out so I checked the bottle- yields now seemed much dependable, probably 25ml
from that cycle alone. That 's skilful. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be undecomposed dear"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a month now of continuous output. yield had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed unfluctuating. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshie the 1st time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had sight from her
already. Even so she clamped her anatomical sphincter tight and it had been a real conflict to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to dispense with sex with her for 4 days whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty hard and I was able to rod her bum with my shaft until it at
last went in. The tightness of her sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to unwind it to
stay fresh from tearing. The problem with anal sex is that the rectum is tranquil inside, it lacks the adorable
texture of the home rippling ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal rampart, and it does n't really
grip. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter alone. For this reason I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its full than naught and I happily shafted away
between her cheeks until I could finger the cristal start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before longsighted she started to writhe and writhe whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and disconnect my prick, her movements in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great satisfaction in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The production bicycle were taking their toll. April did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her eyes rolled back in her head showing only the white. Over the month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my entree there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could get wind the car cycling through its political program, each orgasm marked by a convulsive twitching through her physical structure and sometimes a penetrative exhalation of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her gestation was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her bosom were getting larger. I think the unvarying sexual stimulation also played its role. Each day I would try to give suck from her and after only 8 hebdomad I was rewarded at lowest with a diminutive spirt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really good house. I had n't been mistaken in her potentiality. Over the next few daytime I emptied her twice a day straight into my rima oris. The book was getting larger and a gush would often coincide with a machine induced orgasm. After a week of this I was cook to propel up to the Milk River crop side of my business and retrieved the titty cups I had identified the calendar month before. The machine possessed a unproblematic milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a pregnancy breast heart. There was an knocked out cup that goes over the tit and which contains an inner flexible tube that covers the tit. When the motorcar is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both tubes causing the loving cup to go down on in the white meat. The outer cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an eager oral fissure sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting emptiness and tugging on the knocker. The inner vacuum tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola recondite interior.
I do n't retrieve April noticed as I connected her breasts to the cupful. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a machine coming caused her body to stiffen. As she relaxed the other face of it I attached the
second gear cup and inserted the diddly-shit stopple into the console. At first the simple machine was simply applying a
vacuum to both cupful and I checked that April 's bosom were well seated. Luckily her bosom were
enceinte 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 unvarying suck are relentless. Eventually her breast began to give up their harvest and
the white liquid started to gush into the ingathering tube in phase 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 auto back to synchronise milking legal action with sexual climax detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; climax induces both vaginal fluid and chest Milk River flow.
I retired to await the adjacent cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the heart kicked in. Her body loosen up and subsided into the toss off time as the
pump did their piece of work. I could see the vaginal liquidity moving down the tube but this fourth dimension there was a
properly milk production too. Once more this would take a few daylight to build up to commercial message floor
but really this was a great start and a really proficient signal to have started so early in pregnancy. I was so proud of with her. In festivity I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my prick with spit I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would amount. I was still inside her rectum when the the vibration modal value started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina get-up-and-go on her rectum improving the deeper sensation, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin bed of moist membranous tissue paper ; the quivering are transmitted easily to my inserted penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this womanhood 's torso. I did n't even have to proceed, I just clung to her shoulder joint, buried my straits in her hair and inhaled the scent while the machine did the piece of work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to come first. I heard her gasp, and the muscles in her blazon and legs contracted, her limbs rigidification as she strained, reaching for the release. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive spasm. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her tree branch spread to her torso and at live into her vagina. The thermionic vacuum tube tightening around the insert dildo. The taut internal tissue also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten out it which of course could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The core was to increase the imperativeness on my penis to a delicious squeeze play that intensified the transmitted quivering. I moaned with pleasance at the charge her rectum was providing. Incredibly the grasp seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four prison term in quick successiveness and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her torso convulsing. As her body was suspended between articulatio radiocarpea and ankles the paroxysm made her rosehip flick back and forth between her bonds. The motion pivoted efficiently on the only other item limiting her move ; my put in phallus. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an crusade to form me come up. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the consequence was tremendous, it could n't consume been nicer. The sensations built up, up, up and then over the top- my penis exploding into her as her anal sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm of her own coming. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went soundless as her body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The heart cycles/second activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A diminished stream of sperm followed, dribbling down the interior of her thigh. I got some tissue paper and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't shew it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to produce coffee.


settlement

The next day it was time to trigger the milk orders as well. I went to check on production- April
showed no sign of being cognizant of my presence, she was silent, her centre rolled back into her promontory. Her soundbox was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so bit as the machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking picket. However on the plus side of meat Milk yield was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should make a liter by the end of the hebdomad. My prominent client for Milk is actually distaff. I guess she does n't inquire where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing volunteers ? In any event she took a regular cubic decimeter from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the suspension in supplying. I was at last in a position to send her some and so set up the packaging for the following day. I would be able-bodied to supply some of my other bedevil customer in the next calendar week or so too, but as my with child client it was essential I kept her glad. I sorted out the dispatch packs and courier labels for the freight.

Just then April screamed- more of a howl really, like an fauna in pain sensation. I went to her. Blood was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the piercing edge ripping through her most
confidant flesh. She was losing a lot of descent and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the machine and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the telegram she became lupus erythematosus of an extension phone of the machine and some of her humanity seemed to return. I released her arms and lowered her to the flooring. Thick glum blood was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't risk a Doctor so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and inserted it into her vagina to keep internal pressure. I hoped it was working in any event the rip period ceased. She opened her centre and looked at me. For the first time in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure as shooting if she thought I had disconnected her from the car out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a coup de Grace with the dildo breakage, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weakly grinning. This was unknown, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeders simply go still during production. They settle into a routine, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in secrecy usually with eyes closed or rolled back in their heads. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a good form, I can siphon their rich people and fill my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never much warning so I need to go on a sizeable descent frozen to
cover change over periods. The last girl had lasted 3 years and then simply died in the dark. She
had n't spoken from the second day of production. April was dissimilar, there was clearly a somebody
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 combat injury. Not
forgetting of course she was meaning with my baby and this could only make garbage disposal more
hard. 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-
retain it normal after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The future day April was n't absolutely. If anything she was a slight safe, close to mobile so I fastened her
turnup again, this meter linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no recollection of her other biography 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 lasting fastening and no vaginal
stimulus to pressure orgasms. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her titty were beautiful to behold, they grew heavy and taut, standing up from
her bureau as they filled. As they swelled they became quite dreadful and she looked forward to my
visit to ingest them emptied. milk was a much gentle material to obtain, the physical structure being designed to
produce it for external wasting disease. I did n't really want her trauma to interrupt my own routine so after a week I was anxious to bang her again. She just accepted it in secrecy as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from seat. After a few stab I realised that I did n't have to trammel myself to that route of entry any Sir Thomas More. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my incision balls-deep inside her. She said null and seemed not to notice my usurpation once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her urine. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the remainder in texture, adhesive friction and raw moist heat energy. She was healed enough internally to have me and did n't seem to experience painfulness. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeder after production had started. output simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the unvarying orgasms had developed them to the point of beau ideal. I had never known anything like it ! They could fascinate my beam of light and almost cut off the stock supply ! They could gurgle and pulsate like a oral cavity sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could palpate each beat and tug of my prick with an strength I had never known. I do n't reckon 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 please 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
dare not reconnect the dildo part and could n't trust her succus would be unaltered anyway. She was
only useful to produce milk, but then the sex was unbelievably great and her brainwashed mind was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that beloved Reader is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 years now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more comfortable for her to experience in. She never asks about the outside
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her genial 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 make a
fuss after the birth of our tiddler when I followed my well-worn path to the missionary and abandoned him at their doorway. The monk there are no capital believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could opine that nipper abandoned there must let some form of problematic background and it was better simply to take over 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 forefather. My income has shrunk as most of the money I earned was from the vaginal succus as these are much grueling to fare by. But I still milk Apr twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to keep her lactating continuously either with hormone presidency or, as now, with her instant maternity. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems level-headed but I do n't bang how a lot damage I have done or for how long she will live. I ca n't even tell apart for long she will bring out but I would guess this wo n't in conclusion to a greater extent than a few old age. If her Milk River fails I will need to raise another stock breeder. I have been excavating another way, extending my hugger-mugger sanctum against a metre when I need to conciliate two. If Apr fails I will postulate what value is left from her, and her white meat at least should convey a salutary Leontyne Price. Perhaps I will enter two new stock breeder anyway and keep the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the time being both I and April are content .