ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chairperson and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the buffet car.
The Night 's exercise had left my body feeling pleasantly used, I took a snack of my burger- the core
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the discernment of the
chocolate. The waitress was bent over antonym me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buttocks. I admired the view for a mo before calling her over to order more than
deep brown.
It had been a successful night and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always hard but I have to fill again the breeders or my supply communication channel literally dries up. Clients
across the humanity would not be delight and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost orderliness ”.
They will take their business elsewhere. In this line of descent of work I am acutely cognisant that I am only as
good as my final consignment. It would ask a while but I should experience supplies before my following
loading are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a chronicle about a wanting girl. I tensed but no-one in the dining compartment
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a undecomposed likeness and I relaxed. My runway were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate person girl was now confined.
It had been pretty light, a textbook case in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and uneasy for a new pardner, a new father for her child. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the first two
chance to meet- not appearing too eager. Each fourth dimension building a little More trust. I took the
opportunity to read more about her- getting to some personal contingent. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more intimate variety. Mine were not of me of course of instruction, I 'd opt
them from a survival on line to match more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his Burger was certainly not what she had in mind. April, I had learned
was 24, a single parent. This all boded well for me, untested, fecund and with a eubstance already prepared
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with larger than average breasts. When I saw
her pictures it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their hide was creamy Patrick White, but the dark
synopsis of her veins spread like a river scheme beneath. Her pap were broad with spreading
areola and each eager a big berry-like nipple at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested well potential difference for production ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to glean her tit for a month or so but they were a strong guide to breeder
choice.
On her thirdly request I agreed to meet, I asked her to withdraw the bus to the succeeding town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and meet me for a swallow and meal at a local eating place. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street names, streak and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive place and she would be both strike and tempted. I
even phoned to make a reservation under my assumed name in shell she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minutes before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a minor alteration in
program. I had just picked up my car from the shop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a yoke of period earlier
and then we could go far together ? I had taken my time and built the faith, she did n't even oppugn 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 stop for sept heading to the lake, a dead walk through the woods.
However this time in the evening and this metre of yr there were no such visitors and I was already
hidden in the crotch hair, 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 consonant a meretricious Bronx cheer escaping its air bracken. A
single female digit got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman would climb down in this
lonely spot so tardily in the even 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 fuss of debris and spent Rudolf Diesel.
April stood at the full stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
chiliad from the layover with its Christ Within on- obvious for her to see. I of trend was n't in it. To extend to it
April would take in to walk past the darkest share 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 stead, closer, closer. She was one step to my left wing, she was in front of me and then one footstep to
my right, in front of my conceal billet. I rose silently like a evil spirit from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one Jonathan Swift movement I reached around her head teacher clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her mouth and nozzle. She struggled and tried to scream- effective ! The affright, the
sudden exhaling and red ink of breathing spell would be followed by a oceanic abyss inhalation that would aid my
design. Her body was tense in my grip, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my first actual contact
with her breasts. They were orotund and heavy. Her perfume was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sugariness ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her nozzle and followed by an equally violent inspiration. It was an inadequate struggle. I
am not a secure man but I had the match chemical element of surprise and prep. Perhaps I should add a
third ... pattern ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her top dog, her lids dropped and her trunk went wilted in
my arms. It could be a artifice so I held the pad in place for a full second more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her limp physical structure the eternal rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the back buns
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any free-and-easy observer would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U turn and aim back to my really home- away from the townspeople rendezvous and the idle
dinner reservation. The County telephone line was a river, I stopped on the bridge deck and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the late piddle below. A short far on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contents ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might hunt back to me. I
drove the rest of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 minutes. It was a long driving force and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the route and drew up on my own drive. I lived on the
outskirts of town- quiet and private. My house was wooden construction detached and set in a small
garden with turgid front yard. This was ideal for me and my pursuit, a semi derelict Buick place
wagon stood in the drive a unforesightful way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classics stood rusting quietly around the office. The service department itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
tell wooden building some 50 yards form the main sign of the zodiac. It looked a footling derelict, simple and
run down. An honest building that could hide nothing.
I parked in front of the service department and got out to give the door before driving the car fully in and
closing the door behind. topper to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my pillage. She
was weighty than I had expected but I managed. I half carried half dragged her to the rear of the
garage. The back of the place was covered with a go shelving unit on which was stored old key,
oil cans, a few car spare part and prick. I dropped her on the story and reached high up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged undefendable revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the irregular latch and the hidden threshold clicked open an in or two. I pulled it full and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to induce too much harm or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third threshold and dragged her inside. I flicked on the twinkle, this
was it, my manufacturing plant trading floor. Some 20 feet subway, soundproofed and completely hidden from
thought this was my secret, my sanctum ; the rootage of my income and the focusing of my pleasance. I cast
a agile glance around the way, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted Edward White and
faded to grey. On the far wall there was a sink and taps, a few power sockets and some shelving
with a magnanimous cupboard under. The shelves bore my packing cases and mailing supplies. On the decent
there sat an old icebox next to a humble dresser freezer. There was a pulley wheel mounted high
on the rampart above the freezer and connected to some tune that fed through a irregular block on the
roof, hanging down in the essence of the room. An old TV was fixed to the paries next to the door through which we had entered and below that a small cot with a Myxocephalus aenaeus mattress. I used this on the function when I had a bang rules of order and I needed to stay on internet site. The bequeath hand paries was covered in my orderliness and production charts and in front of them a small-scale desk and PC plus printer.
It was the accommodation in the centre of the room that mattered, all the residual simply serviced that
installment. In the middle of the room stood a chair, simpleton, wooden, with some basic padding on
the seat. A Second Earl Grey featureless box of equipment stood next to it, wires trailing to the wall sockets and
several hosepipe hanging limply or connected to jars fitted into wheel at the infrastructure. There were a few
switches, a match of dials and a power lighter ( currently off ). It was my own aim, part pump, part
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a distich off cuffs attached to the melodic line
coming from the the pulley block. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the concatenation up or down
via the wheel positioned on the rampart. A mo pair of cuffs were fixed to belts that were bolted into
the concrete level of the elbow room. All seemed fine, just as I had left it.
I dragged Apr through the door and propped her up on the professorship. I was in somewhat of a hastiness
since it had now been rather longer than 20 minutes since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to bring up. Quickly I cuffed her articulatio radiocarpea to the upper chains and let them fall whilst I
fitted the floor turnup to her ankle. She hung limply but I was able to enkindle her into a more pleasing
position by winding the wheel on the wall. Tightening the pep pill irons straightening her book binding and
cranking her 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 crucial, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a back set of tire in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't risk tread
matching and new tyres would always look leery so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely base I changed back to my normal well-used roulette wheel and
stashed the specials back under the story in their place.
The sun was well up by the metre I had finished. Maybe it was the reliever of tension now that the
uncollectible was over or maybe it was simply from the effort of the night but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious mind but secure. I shut and locked the lower door, and left up
the step closing the upper doorway and swinging shelves securely. I dropped the timber back over the
review pit and stored wheels and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the doors and headed for the diner.


INSTALLATION

The morning passed in mundane task, I had supply to get, the fence needed house painting and I had
some varsity letter to compose, pecker to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would withdraw April,
each prison term I would get a tingle of excitement and prediction. facility is always a thrilling
process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a large component part of my survival tactic is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"lone hand"... that just gets you labelled as"suspicious ”,
no, I was simply boring. sociable but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to seek me out. So I would go to the township dance, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would salute in the bar, eat in the café. I met people, spoke to masses and bored mass. I was not odd, just uninteresting and stabilize. So keep up the convention behaviour- no unexplained disappearing in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will amaze in masses 's remembering. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around township as usual.
All this top meant that I was ineffective to go forward April 's installation until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of coffee about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow store, we had a
common interest in auto 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 meet later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my enigma room. I locked up the household and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the threshold behind me- if anyone called they would find the sign apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply think I was out. I opened the raise inner doorway 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 fear ? But what else, curiosity, anticipation ? I opened the lower threshold and stepped into the elbow room, slamming it behind me. April was a tremendous sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her composition running down her face and her hurt dress grubby and dishevelled. She opened her lip and let out a riot as I entered. No problem, it was division of my programme. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to tire out herself out before she would admit the hopelessness. No thing how often she screamed no-one will number. 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 blood dripped from her nose but the stochasticity stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her eyes. That was safe, portion of spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said naught but walked over to her and twisted her haircloth round behind her headland. I put my fount
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 address.
Your life is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and get 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 things ?
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 closet. Aprils forerunner tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin liner I 'm not sure April recognized a eubstance at first. Then after
a while a strangle whimper of horror and all coloring drained from her face. I dragged the great dismissal
across the floor towards the door. There was a sealed amount of leakage and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more discharge to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the physical structure through the room access and started up the stairs. The bagged head cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the knit heap and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sackful up the step. Very physical workplace this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in planning for
the Night 's disposal trip. Slamming the proboscis I went back down the step to confront April. She
seemed in daze, her eyes were unseeing, unfocused, staring into outer space. Her lips were trembling
with fear, this was now all too tangible. I went to the closet and removed a large knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the luminance, before crossing again to Apr. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her center nearly popped out of her face, her unhurt body was trembling
as she shook her head word and silently she seemed to be mouthing the Book"No"over and over again.
She need n't hold worried. There is a sealed value in a woman 's dead body but its nothing compared
to her economic value alive. The tongue was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
dress she had put on to impress me. I pulled the zipper down to her shank but the garment could n't
bead as her arms were raised above her head and her stage spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me farm the knife, but I did n't bruise her, I simply used the blade to shear through the fabric of the
dress, severing the waistband, tearing the sleeves 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 matching
bra and pants set- maybe intended to please me as my reward if our even had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her authority. I unfastened the bra and used the tongue to cut the shoulder straps.
The bra joined the sliced frock. I turned to look at April, her breast were every bit as anticipate
as her moving-picture show so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a liquid fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her subdued flesh from me and the knife. Her nipples
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 buck framework to my face to inspire her fragrance. There was a punishing
musk there, mingled with sweet and the sapidity of urine where she had leaked a footling, perhaps in reverence
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed roll that even now she was trying to veil from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her unit
organic structure was trembling now and then ; a sudden raspberry as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her consistence and forgotten the bucket.
I tossed her panties onto the pile and went to the cupboard for my cleaning gear. In any manufacturing plant
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic quite a little of tattered
clothing and left, locking the threshold behind me.
The disposal run was the last big job in stock breeder exchange and before production can set off. The worn
out unit serves to focus and condition the newer. The new young woman are usually more pliant after they
have seen the shift. I paused in the garage where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
clothing for metal, once I had called an technologist to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no literal job, a simpleton explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to adventure again. pantie OK- I tossed them in beginning with only a twinge of regret,
their scent had been intoxicating but evidence is evidence and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a fictile zip so having made trusted there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metallic element claw fastener. I used the knife to remove all of these parts and then tossed
the pluck fabric remnant into the firebox and slammed the room access. The metal office I dropped in an
plastic bucketful of old battery Zen to dissolve.
Having sorted these transcription to my satisfaction it was now getting dark. I got in the car and
headed out for the main road. I wont bore you with the particular, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the timber. It was a long movement and I knew I would n't get in before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This girl had been missing for nearly three long time now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively relaxed about the disposal- it was essential but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow trench. It was heavy work but it was a
remote area and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the body in and returned to the car for a chemise of
quicklime. Its significant to use the right form of lime for these administration, quicklime with its
horrendous and caustic appetite for weewee is ideal. In a issue of days there would be nothing
recognisable of this trunk, no hair, no DNA, no dental records or old bone fault. Not even a
lingering scent to attract the charges of any passing dog walkers ; just a darn of orthophosphate rich soil.
I ripped the bags so that the lime could contact the cold pulp. The soundbox looked wretched now,
colourless, crumpled. darkness circles showed where the chest had been detached and the was a
standardised shadow spot around the top of the thigh. Her breasts, never parted in life were now on opposite sides of the Atlantic Ocean, whilst the lips of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't know what was going to hap to these body parts and I had been well paid not to ask. Her puss lips at to the lowest degree I was jolly sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on charge card overalls and covering the organic structure generously in the
lime. It was dusty stuff and I did n't want to consume trackable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the earth 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 carrier bag, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the bundle into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my rewards as I drove home. Apr was now safely prepared, all the
high-risk parts were over and its time for me to start enjoying myself ! Have a slight bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned home plate. Apr had been mine now for nearly 20 minute, unconscious
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that clock time. I usually give my stock breeder
a fluid-rich diet. It aids output, forms less waste and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a body building shake I get on chain mail order- I keep some exercising weight in the endorse room in case anyone
ever asks- I am to all intents and purposes trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the exuberant and growing
flabbiness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a report cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her bond paper, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her brass was puffy and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in concern. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her mouth. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spit out it out. Then she seemed to realise it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting intellectual nourishment is a all important stage in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a tour. Soon she would be grateful to me for these interruption, but for now I let her drink in
and stroked her pilus as she did so. I think she was too far gone to notice the violation. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sinkhole and went around behind her. Raising her from the chairperson I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the pail. She seemed to have it away what was expected and filled it
with sassy urine, it had a fruity almost apple smell. I let her finish and then removed the bucket to
replace the electric chair. I disposed of her air out liquidity, turned off the lights and left her to bear in the
shadow for an minute. The next stagecoach could cause a reaction and I wanted to be surely 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 my military capability up. I
had n't eaten often over the last 24 myself 60 minutes either. I remembered my organization with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a match of beers would n't go imperfectly - and as
before- I had to keep doing the ordinary bicycle !
A pleasant evening- brightness chatter and tittle-tattle. News was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
miss. I downed a match of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly light headed when I made my
exculpation and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my piazza, the cool down air on my expression
woke me up a little and I started to think of my side by side motion. 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 prioritise ?
April must be wondering what was in store 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 require of her, and
she will not learn for a week or so. The first week is in some ways the ripe and most enjoyable for
me, I have to moderate my need once production starts. I leaned on the upper threshold and
belched. I jerked it open and trod a fiddling unsteadily down the measure. I opened the door and flicked on
the lighter. Apr was hung from her alliance in the nitty-gritty of the room, just as I had left her, her head
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her titty shaking with that lovely fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see rip starting at the corner of her eye. I went to the far wall and took a riding crop from
the drawer above the closet. Her eyes widened.
"No No, please do n't hurt me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the crop in my hired hand. On my s circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her rachis. Her physical structure flinched and she let out a cry of infliction. I paused
and then repeated the action across her stern twice in rapid succession so that her form was still
jumping from the get-go blow when the second cut in. The bout were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My mortal leapt inside me, how I loved those wrangle ! My prisoner 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 affiliation. At initiatory raising only her arms
above her head teacher, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was voice
standing, part hanging in her handlock. I kicked the chair away and studied her. Her consistency was well
fleshed, generous. Her breasts were heavy and full, the areolae and nipples as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any longer I sank my backtalk to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an pleasurable activity, but the nipple had zilch to give, there was no secretion,
no feeling but her breast felt unspoiled against my face and there was a flimsy taste of stemma where my
teeth had torn her hide. She was shivering now, fear or cold I could n't tell but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my irregular hand to plough
her seam and probe into her thatch. Her pubic fuzz was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our date. I approved, it would need to stay that way but time to come clipping was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing digit found her under back talk, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the other hired hand was beginning to uprise to the situation. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The welts across her cover and bum had reddened nicely,
a few fall of blood oozed from the ends of the slash where the craw had dug in nigh. I licked them
from her, her stemma salty and metallic on my tongue. I sank to my knees and bit her rear end, so
silky smooth, 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 usurpation. I reached through
her peg 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 afflictive. Even so the I felt every musculus in her body
tense, the sassing of her vulva tightened in an attempt to hold out my digit 's entry- to traverse me access to
her deeper delight. I withdrew my finger's breadth and put it in my mouthpiece. There was only a faint scent of
pussy 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 time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscular tissue, a stringent and satisfying rasp on her inner walls. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the rippled walls, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this woman under my control, who was mine for the pickings. My desire
rose, my witting idea faded. I no longer worried about what violation to opt, what part of
her to enjoy first, there was a pussy and my finger was in it. My selection was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own torso 's need. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to undress. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must have known that this was a fruitless appeal, there was no escape possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the floor, my dick was standing proud like a ranging pole as I circled her.
She must induce worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't vex about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
second house and will comfortably and frequently lodge me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her eyes looked scare away. I rubbed myself on her eubstance, feeling the orotund breasts flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my bastard on her pubis, feeling the scrape of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it lower, delving into her thatch, its foreland finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bonds held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her scratch, the feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and patter in my hands, wiping the spittle over
my engorged hammer point. 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 sassing apart with my
cock-head Her vocalism was no almost a shrieking as I felt her body start to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One in conclusion button, her vulva opened, the lips parting under my push. Strangely the tensity in her
brawn that was so determined to retain me out actually ensured that her brim clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her articulation was almost soft, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the conflict, inadequate as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and zilch would
change that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her body was mine and I was inside it. I would bask her. Her body sagged in her handcuff determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a will partner to her rape. Her face was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the aloofness. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
station. A secure property where her kitty-cat was n't being violated, where her delectation were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched clear and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't rag me, I was free now to hurl into her, each drift caused her body to sway
backwards in the shoulder strap so I did n't fathom as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
stab gained me a centimetre or two of bliss. A soft moan of protest escaped her with each get-up-and-go.
After a few the moan stopped, replaced with a oink and hissing outflow of breath. Her eyes closed
and a tear rolled own her boldness. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a splendiferous sensation. The rakehell rushes to your penis, your brain is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the vertical place, generates a brightness headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to fade and there cipher but the marvellous fuck-stuff of
the level adult female. My prick burrowing from this reality through her and into Shangri-la. origin rushed
in my ears, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her watchword in the length. I was featherbrained, dizzy,
seeing stars and there is always the peril of losing balance wheel and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and breasts, steadying myself with her body at our points of contact-
through my arms and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a salutary function of the weight
of her rapist, this must increase the lading on her articulatio radiocarpea and she moaned in painfulness. I regained my
balance- a fugitive relapsing as the humanity came back into centering. I resumed my poking. She was
truly delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer succulency of her slit and its delicate internally folded
membranes that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just softer and more welcoming than
that of any former woman ? Or is it the fact that she does not require me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze out her body and refuse me any unity troy ounce of delight
from her cunt, but I am relishing it despite her wish. Is it that she is mine and will be mine to use
as I please ? Perhaps it is all of these affair.
I carried on, plunging deep into her pussy so that my balls flapped against her. The blood was starting
to roar again in my ear. Distantly I heard her spokesperson
"Do n't come in me ! Please, please do n't come in me !"
I knew she was n't on the pill. I knew I was n't taking any precautions. I also knew that I would add up
in her, and keep coming in her at least day-by-day. I already knew she was rich, her daughter proved
that, and I would relish vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my next consignments fell
due or nature took its row and my semen found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will issue forth. You have laboured up the gentler side of the
hill and come to the escarpment. You can see the view but it is too late to halt. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the last few yards, over the edge and you will soak up headlong
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the vacuum. sexual climax is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still come, your cock will still throb its semen, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that power point, and in my slip I had no design of withdrawing, I
froze and let the impulse of my feat carry me forward. I felt the tingling sentience building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, unassailable even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself mental strain,
tightening every heftiness and locking my thighs as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my command, like a batch in blanched water rapids. The build to orgasm climbing, mounting and then at
terminal the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the H2O, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my ear, the body of water thundered in my foreland. I burst within her, my prick twitching
and jump as it sent stream after watercourse of my chummy sperm to coat her privileged depths.
I do n't bonk how retentive it took me to recall to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hands. My finger's breadth were digging into her soft skin. She was crying the rent falling
on my pilus. I grunted and released my grasp, there were purplish marks where my finger had dug in.
They would darken to wide-cut contusion over the adjacent few hours. My member felt wonderfully spent inside
her, content and live up to. I tired to rouse myself, to return to the situation in helping hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a expectant discharge. I needed to get her trunk flatter, before the bulk 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 adjacent fourth dimension. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my thighs.
I went to the wall, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a word
and lay there, a gentle sobbing the sole sound I could get word.
I parted her legs and studied her pussy, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a Elwyn Brooks White rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure my discharge was larger than that so I
would impart her there and give it a chance to take root in the fertile soil of her womb.
I picked up my clothes and turned off the twinkle as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned April for a month now and I was pleased with my acquisition. I was feeling very
felicitous, I always enjoy this phase as I was fucking her on a daily foundation. Usually I would indulge
straight after breakfast as I always seem to wake up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop home at lunch period and fuck her again and
occasionally on some mean solar day I would give her a tertiary injection in the evenings before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my member was curled contentedly in my pants.
April I think was getting used to the routine, she was eating OK after a duet of days of refusing
anything and some colouration had returned to her boldness. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screaming and generally did n't struggle. She just abdicated her body to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this period of time which was something of a headache but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to production and she could be urged over that barrier in good time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her morning urine after my morning time shtup, and I dipped a maternity test stick in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a flex tip for April- the pin clearly developed a second line
and the word"pregnant"appeared on the white ground. My heart skipped a metre, wild news. Of
course this also meant that I would take to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable futurity but this was
always going to go on about now anyway. Up to this distributor point I had been filling my order from
frigid stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was fourth dimension to get going breeder yield and it all
seemed to have worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver Grey equipment box, the control console on the desk and
the several hosiery, wires 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 nervous edge to her voice.
"nada to concern about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the social movement panel of the cabinet and checked the fitting. inside was a large-ish dildo
structure and a mountain range of hard plastic chest cups. I gauged her size by eye to watch I would have
something to fit- the 2d expectant would fit. I would n't need this for a month or so but it was as
well to be set up because I ordered them from EU, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to order it. The equipment was mounted on Alpha Geminorum 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 slight kink about half way up to help it grip. My first prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penial percentage of the dildo was attached to a retentive transparent
charge plate hose and national wires. I plugged the wire contact into the panel and screwed the hose
union onto a bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml collectors ; I thought it adept to originate with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the pedestal panel of the machine and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated sphere that would chill the harvest time rapidly and maintain it aplomb until I could process
and pack it.
I powered up the car and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
bountifulness and frequency to more gentle"introductory"settings and then turned off. Apr must give birth
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lube and wiped it over the wavelike surface of the dildo. It was time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a faeces and dragged the mobile equipment over to April. I checked the ankle restraints
and tightened them so her ramification were better counterpane. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
much joy. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would have to use other
openings in future. Her eyes were a little wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricant ensuring it slew in easily, the kink making sure she could n't simply squeeze it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the settings I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's trunk gave a small beginning and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the gentle tingling would be
pleasant for her- at to the lowest degree for a spell. She came back down onto her feet and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a good aspect. If she had n't had an coming until now then
the next few moments would be crucial. If she could n't issue forth then she would be no good to me and
all my hard work of the last calendar month would birth been for nothing. I would be looking financial ruin
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its employment, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissues of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a little purge. The dildo was zippo if not unyielding and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to break open, her unit foot was now
twisting into the cuff securing her and there were pant coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking good. It seemed to stabilise out like this for a recollective time, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to land up but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't demand a woman with such restraint it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to dream, my nous moving on to affair of how I would inform
my regular client about the conversion when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a long"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a thick throbbing Brrrr sound as the whole switched over its
function. This is what was different about my machine and its dildo. The shaft was in three layer, a
open layer mimics flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to fascinate. inside deeper
machinery surrounds a central tube-shaped structure that passes through the duration of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting electron tube at its base. The machinery is designed to pitch vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensors that detect the vaginal muscular contraction as the cleaning lady
orgasms. Orgasm triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensing element turn off the oscillation as the adult female sexual climax, at the same time activating the
pumping circle to extract all the precious secretions through the accumulation subway straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with eager oddity as the pump cycle cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the exonerate credit card collection tube-shaped structure. true it was only a pocket-sized sum but
in truth I had n't expected product to be prolific- at least not at offset as I knew she would postulate to
be worked up to a becoming squirt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and Apr seemed to sag in her trammel
with a suspiration. I went to expect at my precious harvest. The intensity was tiny, 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 fetch a higher monetary value. This would help offset the core of the humiliated volume but not
entirely so, and mass would take to be increased shortly. I replaced the nursing bottle in the chiller and
returned to my bum. Apr was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her body tensing as her eyes opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the arcanum of my machine- it is insistent, effective
and continuous. It cycles constantly through shakiness style to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a final exam 10 min"down time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secretion volume and improves my harvest as the char is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying More vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the cycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my customers are very particular.
I left the machine to do its study and went back upstairs to mix Sir Thomas More shakes- I make these a piffling
weaker at this stage, more weewee and less flavouring. I knew I needed to hold on April well hydrated
now. Her consistence can take this ordinary H2O and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid
"gold"Well, in this case into the most delicious fluid known to man - thoroughgoing vaginal succus. A awkward
slimy and yummy secernment for which there was an inexhaustible requirement ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to ask the steps requisite to produce this harvesting in the
quantities needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the only supplier but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
April was producing grad A, midst and slightly cloudy with a high mucous depicted object. This would in
all chance cease soon as I find that adult female 's torso lacks the capacity to produce this sticky
textile in large amount. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest time
containing gravid balance of squirted fluid. Much diluent, Sir Thomas More lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shake and returned to the factory floor. Apr was hung in her harness, the
pump was running so I guess it had been through one or two cycles/second in my absence seizure. 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 mixture of horror and hatred in her eyes. I did n't like the formulation but luckily it was
cut forgetful as the simple machine cycled again, Her dead body jumped and her optic closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please stop please stop ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no More !"
To be honest I did retrieve that was a bit extravagant as reactions go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on academic term of normal sex, so I did think she
was complaining too early. wellspring 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 sagaciousness of her possible had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the auto to do its work. I found the rhythmic throb and
cycling of the motorcar quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to break my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my dispatch work, retrieving the standing monastic order from the
calculator and adding the new ones from the mail. I was still sending out production from the stopping point
breeder who had become highly fecund before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a great
quantity of level C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized plastic bottles and then mailing them either on water ice cool-packs, or frozen solid 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 reserve printed labels fix for courier that afternoon.
I did n't bonk 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 years and I know much is used as a food for thought
additive or mixed with whiskey or other hard liquor of your choice ( my favourite is a good Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up up their own sex life. I
even have some female customer who use it as a skin treatment.
My daydreaming was interrupted by a tacky gasp from across the elbow room, rapidly followed by a pump bicycle.
I turned, to wait. Apr was staring at me, her eyes wide, almost terror etched in her face. The pump
working seemed extend so I checked the bottle- yields now seemed much better, probably 25ml
from that cycles/second alone. That 's serious. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be good honey"
I closed the room access behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a month now of continuous yield. proceeds had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed steady. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshee the first of all sentence and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had plenty from her
already. Even so she clamped her anatomical sphincter tight and it had been a very battle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to foreswear sex with her for 4 days whilst I got her set up
in product. This meant I was pretty hard and I was able to rod her bum with my quill until it at
live went in. The niggardliness of her sphincter was keen although she quickly learned to relax it to
keep from tearing. The trouble with anal retentive sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the pin-up
grain of the national ripples ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
hold. 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 better than goose egg and I happily shafted away
between her boldness until I could feel the ecstasy get-go to build up in my rod. Luckily she did n't care
anal retentive sex at all, and before long she started to squirm and wriggle whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and unplug my shaft, 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 not bad atonement in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The product bike were taking their toll. Apr did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her heart rolled back in her heading showing only the Andrew D. White. Over the calendar month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my debut there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could hear the machine cycling through its computer programme, each orgasm marked by a convulsive twitch through her body and sometimes a knifelike exhalation of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breasts were getting declamatory. I think the unremitting sexual arousal also played its purpose. Each day I would try to lactate from her and after only 8 week I was rewarded at utmost with a lilliputian spurt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really good sign. I had n't been mistaken in her likely. Over the next few twenty-four hours I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouthpiece. The volume was getting larger and a gush would often coincide with a machine induced orgasm. After a week of this I was ready to make a motion up to the milk harvest side of my business and retrieved the breast loving cup I had identified the month before. The political machine possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a maternity breast pump. There was an KO'd cup that goes over the breast and which contains an inner flexible thermionic vacuum tube that covers the nipple. When the simple machine is turned on, a vacuum cleaner is applied to both subway causing the cupful to take up in the bosom. The verboten 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 vacuum and tugging on the breast. The inner tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola cryptical inside.
I do n't think April noticed as I connected her breasts to the cups. I fixed one and then had to hesitate
as a machine orgasm caused her consistency to stiffen. As she relaxed the other side of meat of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the knave male plug into the console. At first the motorcar 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 to seal perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating purpose on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmical
tugging and constant suck are relentless. Eventually her breasts began to gift up their harvest and
the whiteness liquid started to spirt into the collection tube in form with the clicking of the valve,
sucking the milk from her and conveying it to the refrigerated tray. Satisfied that all was in order I
switched the motorcar back to synchronize milking activeness with sexual climax detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and titty Milk River flow.
I retired to expect the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her body relaxed and subsided into the down feather fourth dimension as the
pumps did their work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube-shaped structure but this sentence there was a
decorous milk production 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 sign to take started so early in pregnancy. I was so delight with her. In solemnisation I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my prick with spittle I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would issue forth. I was still inside her rectum when the the shaking modality 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 layers of moist membrane-forming tissue ; the vibrations are transmitted easily to my slip in penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this woman 's dead body. I did n't even have to move, I just clung to her shoulder joint, buried my header in her hair and inhaled the olfactory property while the machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to come first. I heard her gasp, and the muscleman in her arms and wooden leg contracted, her branch stiffening as she strained, reaching for the expiration. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive muscle spasm. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tautness in her limbs bed cover to her torso and at last into her vagina. The underground tightening around the sneak in dildo. The taut inner tissue also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of trend could n't occur as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the pressure on my penis to a delicious squeeze that intensified the transmitted vibrations. I moaned with pleasure at the thrill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the hairgrip 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 soundbox convulsing. As her body was suspended between wrists and ankles the upheaval made her pelvic girdle flick back and Forth River between her bond. The move pivoted efficiently on the only other degree limiting her apparent movement ; my introduce penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an sweat to make me come. In realness I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the effect was howling, it could n't have been nicer. The sensation built up, up, up and then over the top- my penis exploding into her as her anal retentive sphincter muscle spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm of her own climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

Apr went mute as her body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump bike activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A minuscule 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 violation she did n't bear witness it. I took some of her Milk and went upstairs to make coffee.


RESOLUTION

The succeeding day it was time to activate the milk rescript as well. I went to crack on production- April
showed no mansion of being aware of my presence, she was silent, her optic rolled back into her principal. Her body was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so minute as the machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus side milk product was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should make a litre by the end of the week. My giving customer for milk is actually distaff. I guess she does n't marvel where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing volunteers ? In any event she took a regular litre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in supply. I was at terminal in a position to send her some and so set up the packaging for the stick with day. I would be capable to ply some of my other discomfited client in the next week or so too, but as my largest customer it was essential I kept her happy. I sorted out the dispatch battalion and courier labels for the consignment.

Just then April screamed- more of a ululation really, like an animal in pain sensation. I went to her. Blood was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo whole had fractured, the sharply edge ripping through her most
intimate flesh. She was losing a lot of blood 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 wire she became less of an extension of the machine and some of her humanity seemed to return. I released her weapon and lowered her to the floor. Thick dreary blood was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't adventure a medico so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and inserted it into her vagina to maintain inner pressure. I hoped it was working in any issue the descent menstruation ceased. She opened her eye and looked at me. For the first time in hebdomad she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not for certain if she thought I had disconnected her from the motorcar out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a coup de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any case she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a feeble smile. This was unusual, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeders simply go silent during output. They settle into a procedure, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with eyes closed or rolled back in their school principal. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a estimable stage, I can syphon their rich and fill my fiat
until one day they just fail. There 's never a good deal warning so I need to observe a sizeable stock frozen to
top modification over menstruation. The live daughter had lasted 3 year and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the second day of production. April was unlike, there was clearly a soul
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with compunction. However I also had a trouble, she clearly was n't
about to die on me naturally, and I could n't refit her to vaginal product, not with her lesion. Not
forgetting of course she was pregnant with my infant and this could only make disposal more than
difficult. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardice but I thought the simplest course of action was to do nothing and then if she died the
job would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to kip and went to the bar to receive Rob-
keep on it pattern after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The next day April was n't bushed. If anything she was a piffling better, close up to mobile so I fastened her
cuffs again, this time linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no anamnesis of her former life-time at all. All she knew was that way, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly thankful. After a week she was well enough to
takings to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent attachment and no vaginal
stimulation to force orgasms. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her breasts were beautiful to behold, they grew laborious and taut, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite sore and she looked forward to my
visits to receive them emptied. Milk was a much easier material to obtain, the dead body being designed to
produce it for extraneous consumption. I did n't really desire her injury to cut off my own modus operandi so after a week I was anxious to screw her again. She just accepted it in secrecy as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few thrusts I realised that I did n't have to limit myself to that route of launching any 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 nothing and seemed not to discover my intrusion once insight was dispatch. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her urine. It was wonderful 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 feel pain in the neck. There was however a surprisal. I had never fucked any of my breeders after production had started. yield simply ended when they failed, so there was never an chance. To my surprisal April 's vaginal sinew had been exercised and the unceasing orgasm had developed them to the decimal point of idol. I had never known anything like it ! They could grip my rotating shaft and almost cut off the blood provision ! They could ripple and throb like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could feel each pulse and jerk of my putz with an intensity I had never known. I do n't think she got often delight 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 enrapture when I said yes. I was truly baffle now. I did n't want to actually defeat April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo division and could n't hope her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only useful to produce Milk, but then the sex was unbelievably great and her brainwashed creative thinker was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to accommodate I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that Dear Reader is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 eld now. My manufacturing plant has been
largely transformed and made more easy for her to live in. She never asks about the outside
worldly concern, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past times. I know her mental res publica is poor but for
me this is a approval ; she is only too eager to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even make a
ado after the birth of our child when I followed my well-worn path to the missionary and abandoned him at their room access. The monks there are no great believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could approximate that children abandoned there must have some form of problematic background and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any result they never seem to let noticed that 10 of their orphans actually share a Padre. My income has shrunk as most of the money I earned was from the vaginal succus as these are a good deal backbreaking to come by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at to the lowest degree once and I have managed to keep her lactating continuously either with hormone administration or, as now, with her s maternity. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems healthy but I do n't do it how practically damage I have done or for how long she will live. I ca n't even tell for long she will produce but I would guess this wo n't endure Thomas More than a few years. If her milk fails I will postulate to recruit another stock breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my underground holy against a time when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will take what value is left from her, and her breasts at to the lowest degree should fetch a good price. Perhaps I will levy two new breeders anyway and keep the mo simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the sentence being both I and April are contentedness .