ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was well-off in the diner.
The night 's employment had left my soundbox feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the marrow
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the gustation of the
deep brown. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely arse. I admired the view for a moment before calling her over to order more
deep brown.
It had been a successful dark and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always unmanageable but I have to replenish the breeders or my supply personal line of credit literally dries up. guest
across the world would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost monastic order ”.
They will take their business organisation elsewhere. In this line of work I am acutely cognizant that I am only as
just as my last cargo. It would subscribe a piece but I should stimulate supplying before my next
shipments are due.
The breakfast tidings came on the TV ... a account about a missing daughter. I tensed but no-one in the buffet car
seemed to notice. There was a exposure, it was n't even a proficient likeness and I relaxed. My tracks were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate girl was now confined.
It had been pretty slow, a schoolbook example 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 begetter for her child. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the start two
chance to meet- not appearing too tidal bore. Each time building a little more cartel. I took the
opportunity to discover more about her- getting to some personal point. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more than insinuate variety. Mine were not of me of course, I 'd prefer
them from a selection on line to agree more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his burger was certainly not what she had in judgment. Apr, I had learned
was 24, a ace parent. This all boded well for me, young, fertile and with a trunk already devise
for my use by prior vaginal birth. She was well fleshed with larger than modal breasts. When I saw
her depiction it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their skin was creamy white, but the dark
outline of her venous blood vessel spread like a river system beneath. Her tit were broad with spreading
ring of color and each bore-hole a big berry-like nipple at its centre of attention I knew from experience this all
suggested honorable potential for production ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to reap her bosom for a month or so but they were a stiff guide to breeder
selection.
On her third postulation I agreed to get together, I asked her to take the bus to the following townspeople ( where I
supposedly lived ) and meet me for a drink and repast at a local eating house. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street public figure, stripe and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive position and she would be both impressed and entice. I
even phoned to pee-pee a reservation under my assumed figure in case she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minutes before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a minor modification in
plan. I had just picked up my car from the store 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 catch earlier
and then we could get together ? I had taken my metre and built the trust, she did n't even interrogate it
and happily agreed to get off 4 stops out of township. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus stop for family line heading to the lake, a short walk through the woods.
However this time in the evening and this time of year there were no such visitor and I was already
hidden in the scrub, 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 loud hiss escaping its air brakes. A
single female physical body got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone charwoman would alight 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 aid. The bus pulled away in a stir of dust and spent diesel.
April stood at the stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the plosive consonant with its lights on- obvious for her to see. I of line was n't in it. To strain it
April would have to take the air past the non-white part of the George Bush, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the resident she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding piazza, closer, closer. She was one step to my left, she was in front of me and then one step to
my right wing, in front of my hiding place. I rose silently like a malevolent disembodied spirit from the grave accent, she was
unaware of her danger, In one swift motion I reached around her headway clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her mouth and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of breath would be followed by a deep inhalant that would aid my
purposes. Her soundbox was tense in my hairgrip, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my first real contact
with her breasts. They were large and heavy. Her perfume was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sweet ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally violent inspiration. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a secure man but I had the matching elements of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third gear ... practice ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her capitulum, her eyelid dropped and her physical structure went limp in
my arms. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in place for a total minute more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her hobble trunk the rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the back seat
and covered her with a tarpaulin for the drive home- any casual observer would n't even eff she was
there.
I did a U turn and drove back to my real home- away from the town tryst and the fresh
dinner reservation. The County assembly line was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep water below. A petty further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contents ( including the money ). I could n't lay on the line anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the remainder of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 minutes. It was a long drive and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the road and drew up on my own movement. I lived on the
outskirt of town- placid and buck private. My firm was wooden building detached and set in a small
garden with turgid front chiliad. This was ideal for me and my by-line, a semitrailer derelict Buick place
wagon stood in the parkway a myopic way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classics stood rusting quietly around the lieu. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden building some 50 yards form the main sign. It looked a little derelict, uncomplicated and
run down. An honest construction that could conceal nothing.
I parked in battlefront of the garage and got out to open the doors before driving the car fully in and
closing the threshold behind. Best to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my prize. She
was heavier than I had expected but I managed. I half carried half dragged her to the rear of the
service department. The back of the topographic point was covered with a go shelving unit on which was stored old paint,
oil behind, a few car spare part and tools. I dropped her on the floor and reached high up on the right wing for
the door latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the second latch and the cover threshold clicked spread out an inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp body down the stair behind, trying not to cause too much injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third base door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the light, this
was it, my manufacturing plant base. Some 20 invertebrate foot underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my private, my sanctum ; the rootage of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast
a quick glimpse around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden liner painted white and
faded to grey. On the far wall there was a sink and wiretap, a few power sockets and some shelving
with a vauntingly cupboard under. The ledge bore my wadding grammatical case and mailing supplying. On the right
there sat an old refrigerator next to a lowly chest deep freezer. There was a pulley rack mounted high
on the wall above the deep-freeze and connected to some blood that fed through a second pulley on the
roof, hanging down in the centre of the elbow room. An old TV was fixed to the bulwark next to the door through which we had entered and below that a modest cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a rush order and I needed to quell on site. The left hand wall was covered in my order and production charts and in front of them a small desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the centre of the room that mattered, all the residual simply serviced that
installing. In the middle of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some canonical cushioning on
the posterior. A grey featureless box of equipment stood next to it, wires trailing to the bulwark sockets and
respective hoses hanging limply or connected to shock fitted into wheel at the base. There were a few
switches, a couple of dials and a power visible light ( currently off ). It was my own innovation, part pump, part
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a couplet off cuff attached to the lines
coming from the the pulleys. They were fully adjustable for distance by winding the chain up or down
via the cycle positioned on the wall. A instant duet of cuffs were fixed to belts that were bolted into
the concrete level of the way. All seemed ok, just as I had left it.
I dragged Apr through the doorway and propped her up on the chairperson. I was in somewhat of a hurry
since it had now been rather longer than 20 min since her lastly top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to raise. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the pep pill chains and let them hang whilst I
fitted the level handcuff to her ankles. She hung limply but I was able to nurture her into a more pleasing
position by winding the bike on the wall. Tightening the pep pill Ernst Boris Chain straightening her back and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"shape over her question. Secure at last. I turned and left the elbow room,
closing the door behind me. There was one more task-tedious but essential, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a 2nd set of tyre in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't risk step
matching and new Sur would always look suspicious so I had acquired a back set long ago for
use in stock breeder recruitment. Once safely household I changed back to my normal well-used wheel and
stashed the specials back under the floor in their place.
The sun was well up by the time I had finished. Maybe it was the backup man of tension now that the
worst was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the Nox but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but secure. I shut and locked the lower door, and left up
the stairs closing the upper berth door 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 threshold and headed for the diner.


INSTALLATION

The morning passed in mundane chore, I had supplies to get, the fencing needed house painting and I had
some letters to publish, posting to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd bit I would echo April,
each time I would get a tingle of excitement and anticipation. Installation is always a thrilling
outgrowth for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a heavy 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"suspicious ”,
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 Ithiel Town dance, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would toast in the bar, eat in the café. I met people, spoke to hoi polloi and bored citizenry. I was not odd, just uninteresting and steady. So keep on up the normal behaviour- no unexplained fade in the centre of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will stick in people 's retentiveness. It was
Sabbatum and I needed to be seen around Ithiel Town as usual.
All this cover meant that I was ineffectual to go on April 's installment until around 4 that good afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of coffee about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow shop class, we had a
commons interest in machine and he ( as common ) 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 suffer later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my secret way. 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 of the zodiac apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply recall I was out. I opened the fundament inner doorway and locked them behind me before heading down the stair. I guessed Apr would get a line my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fright ? But what else, curiosity, anticipation ? I opened the turn down door and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. April was a abominable sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her face and her smart dress grubby and dishevelled. She opened her mouth and let out a wow as I entered. No problem, it was voice of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to wear herself out before she would live with the hopelessness. No matter how much she screamed no-one will descend. 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 case. Some blood dripped from her nozzle but the randomness stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her centre. That was good, draw of flavour. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nothing but walked over to her and twisted her hair's-breadth daily round behind her pass. 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 assist for you to anticipate.
Your liveliness is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and subscribe 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 disbelief in her expression- how could I say these thing ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it argot be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the room and unlocked the cupboard. Aprils predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin liners I 'm not for certain April recognized a body at first. Then after
a while a stifle whimper of horror and all colouration drained from her boldness. I dragged the heavy sac
across the floor towards the door. There was a sealed amount of leakage and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my intimation and fetched more liberation to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the soundbox through the doorway and started up the stair. The bagged head word cracking on every
pace. I stepped over the crumpled heap and locked the room access behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the stairs. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in preparation for
the night 's disposition slip. Slamming the trunk I went back down the stairs to confront April. She
seemed in shock, her optic were sightless, unfocused, staring into blank. Her lips were trembling
with awe, this was now all too material. I went to the cupboard and removed a expectant knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the light, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her heart nearly popped out of her cheek, her totally soundbox was trembling
as she shook her top dog and silently she seemed to be mouthing the word"No"over and over again.
She need n't suffer worried. There is a certain note value in a fair sex 's dead consistence but its nothing compared
to her value alive. The tongue was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
dress she had put on to move me. I pulled the zip down to her waist but the garment could n't
drop as her weaponry were raised above her straits and her legs spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me promote the tongue, but I did n't smart her, I simply used the blade to shear through the fabric of the
dress, severing the waistcloth, tearing the sleeves and shoulder and ripping it from zip fastener slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underwear, a matching
bra and drawers set- maybe intended to please me as my reinforcement if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her sureness. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder straps.
The bra joined the shred dress. I turned to look at April, her breasts were every bit as bright
as her exposure 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 appreciation, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the torn cloth to my face to inspire her scent. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang of urine where she had leaked a little, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatched roof as I inhaled, neat trimmed ringlet that even now she was trying to hide from my regard by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her whole
body was trembling now and then ; a sudden Bronx cheer as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and forgotten the bucketful.
I tossed her pantie onto the pile and went to the cupboard for my cleansing gear. In any mill
cleanliness is requisite, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her miserable pile of shattered
wear and left, locking the doorway behind me.
The electric pig run was the finish big job in breeder central and before output can start. The have on
out social unit serve to concentrate and train the newer. The new girls are usually more pliant after they
have seen the pouch. I paused in the garage where the heating plant furnace was situated. I checked the
habiliment for alloy, 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 chance again. Panties OK- I tossed them in first with only a twinge of regret,
their scent had been intoxicating but evidence is evidence and it has to be reduced. The clothes was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made sure there was no metallic element I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal hook fasteners. I used the knife to remove all of these parts and then tossed
the torn textile oddment into the firebox and slammed the room access. The metal parts I dropped in an
credit card bucket of old battery acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my atonement it was now getting wickedness. I got in the car and
headed out for the highway. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the forest. It was a longsighted drive and I knew I would n't arrive before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radio set. This daughter had been missing for nearly three age now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively unwind about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow oceanic abyss. It was impenetrable piece of work but it was a
remote area and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the torso in and returned to the car for a dismission of
quicklime. Its important to use the rightfulness manakin of Citrus aurantifolia for these disposals, quicklime with its
horrendous and caustic appetency for body of water is ideal. In a matter of days there would be nothing
recognisable of this body, no whisker, no DNA, no alveolar records or old bone fracture. Not even a
lingering perfume to draw the charges of any passing dog walker ; just a patch of phosphate full-bodied grunge.
I ripped the bags so that the linden could contact the insensate flesh. The soundbox looked silly now,
colourless, crumpled. darkness circles showed where the knocker had been detached and the was a
like dark discolouration around the top of the second joint. Her chest, never parted in life were now on face-to-face sides of the Atlantic, whilst the sassing of her labia had been mailed to japan. I did n't acknowledge what was going to fall out to these body parts and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt back talk at least I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on credit card overalls and covering the eubstance generously in the
lime. It was moth-eaten material and I did n't want to make traceable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the Earth I had dug out of the kettle of fish and left, erasing my footprints as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my boilers suit into the hammock, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the sheaf into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my advantage as I drove home. April was now safely devise, all the
bad share were over and its time for me to part enjoying myself ! Have a short bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned house. 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 metre. I usually give my breeders
a fluid-rich dieting. It aids production, strain less waste product and its convenient to mete out. Usually this is a body building wag I get on mail order- I keep some system of weights in the binding way in case anyone
ever asks- I am to all design and determination trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the excessive and growing
limpness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a paper cup before
heading down to my mill floor.
Apr was hanging in her adherence, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was puffy 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 realise it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a important stage in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a rub. Soon she would be grateful to me for these interruptions, but for now I let her toast
and stroked her tomentum as she did so. I think she was too far gone to notice the assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sink and went around behind her. Raising her from the president I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucket. She seemed to make out what was expected and filled it
with freshly piss, it had a fruity almost apple smell. I let her end and then removed the bucket to
substitute the chairwoman. I disposed of her give vent liquid state, turned off the lights and left her to digest in the
darkness for an hour. The next degree could cause a reaction and I wanted to be sure the victuals
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of java and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty meal to keep my strength up. I
had n't eaten lots over the finis 24 myself hours either. I remembered my organization with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a couple of beers would n't go amiss - and as
before- I had to keep doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- spark yak and gab. News was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
girl. I downed a duo of beers and a whiskey chaser- I was decidedly light headed when I made my
excuses and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the cool air on my side
woke me up a minuscule and I started to intend of my future relocation. This is always difficult to resolve
because when you can do anything how do select ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
April must be wondering what was in fund for her, she must be expecting some variety of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't hump where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not find out for a week or so. The first of all workweek is in some means the best and most enjoyable for
me, I have to soften my demand once production starts. I leaned on the upper room access and
belched. I jerked it open and trod a little unsteadily down the steps. I opened the room access and flicked on
the visible radiation. April was hung from her James Bond in the marrow 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 bosom shaking with that lovely liquidness, 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 rampart 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 craw in my hands. On my second circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of painful sensation. I paused
and then repeated the action across her rump twice in rapid chronological succession so that her build was still
jumping from the first blow when the second cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please delight do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My soul leapt inside me, how I loved those Good Book ! My prisoner always say them eventually and
they always delight me. What 's more I know that they are true- she would do anything. Down 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 rampart and would up the pulley there, tautening her ties. At foremost raising only her limb
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was part
standing, contribution wall hanging in her cuffs. I kicked the president away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her breasts were threatening and full, the areolae and nipples as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any longer I sank my oral cavity to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable natural process, but the teat had nothing to chip in, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her knocker felt good against my face and there was a slight penchant of origin where my
teeth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, fearfulness or cold I could n't differentiate but the jiggling move
that was imparted to her knocker was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my bit hand to plough
her furrow and investigation 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 trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing finger's breadth found her nether back talk, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the former hand was beginning to get up to the state of affairs. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The welts across her rear and buttocks had reddened nicely,
a few drop curtain of origin oozed from the oddment of the diagonal where the craw had dug in virtually. I licked them
from her, her blood salty and metallic on my tongue. I sank to my knee and bit her buttocks, so
silky smooth, so soft. I separated her bum cheek and probed her ass, she was pie-eyed and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading finger automatically at the invasion. I reached through
her legs to caress her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the import the chloroform pad covered her
mouth and even as she lost awareness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At least this was n't painful. Even so the I felt every muscle in her soundbox
tense, the lips of her vulva tightened in an attempt to resist my finger 's entry- to deny me access to
her deeper delights. I withdrew my finger and put it in my sass. There was only a faint odour of
cunt she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger's breadth with my spittle and
plunged it back into her. This fourth dimension the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
sinew, a tight and satisfying rasping on her inner walls. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the guggle walls, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this adult female under my control, who was mine for the pickings. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what violation to chose, what part of
her to revel first, there was a pussy and my finger was in it. My selection was clear-cut ! It had been made
automatically by my own eubstance 's want. 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 have known that this was a swollen-headed charm, 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 consume worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled keister. She need n't concern about that, not tonight. Later her anus will suit my
secondment family and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her eyes looked scare. I rubbed myself on her torso, feeling the large white meat flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my peter on her os pubis, feeling the scratch of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it lower, delving into her Teach, its header finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the chemical bond held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the feel was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my hands, wiping the saliva over
my engorged hammer head word. 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 phonation rising in pitch and loudness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her spokesperson was no almost a screeching as I felt her body pop out to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One last pushing, her vulva opened, the lips parting under my poking. Strangely the latent hostility in her
muscles that was so ascertain to keep me out actually ensured that her sassing clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her voice was almost easy, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the struggle, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and aught 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 enjoy her. Her body sagged in her cuffs determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a willing partner to her violation. Her face was expressionless, her
eye focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A considerably place where her pussy was n't being violated, where her joy were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her body not pierced by a unknown 's
unwished member.
It did n't devil me, I was free now to thrust into her, each crusade caused her consistence to rock
backwards in the straps so I did n't get across as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a cm or two of seventh heaven. A soft moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the moans stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape of hint. Her eyes closed
and a tear rolled own her buttock. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious wiz. The blood charge to your member, your brain is
momentarily starved of supplying and this, coupled with the vertical position, generates a visible light headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to pass and there aught but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the tied woman. My bastard burrowing from this cosmos through her and into paradise. descent rushed
in my pinna, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her cries in the distance. I was light-headed, airheaded,
seeing star topology and there is always the risk of infection of losing balance 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 munition and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a dependable part of the weighting
of her rapist, this must increase the incumbrance on her wrists and she moaned in pain sensation. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapsing as the reality came back into focus. I resumed my thrust. She was
truly delightful. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her slit and its delicate internally folded
tissue layer that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just softer and more welcoming than
that of any other 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 her consistency and deny me any single ounce of pleasure
from her snatch, but I am relishing it despite her indirect request. 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 inscrutable into her pussy so that my balls flapped against her. The stock was starting
to roar again in my ear. Distantly I heard her phonation
"Do n't come in me ! Please, please do n't add up 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 amount
in her, and sustain coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was rich, her daughter proved
that, and I would relish vaginal sex for as farsighted as I could before either my next consignments fell
due or nature took its course of action and my semen found its mark.
There is a dot in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the docile side of the
J. J. Hill and descend to the escarpment. You can see the view but it is too late to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will post you the last few thousand, over the edge and you will plunge headlong
into blank space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the vacuum. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still come up, your SOB will still pulse its semen, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that pointedness, and in my fount I had no intention of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my sweat carry me forward. I felt the tingling sensations building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, firm even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself var.,
tightening every muscle and locking my thighs as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my control, like a plenty in white water rapids. The build to orgasm climbing, mounting and then at
last the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my ears, the water system thundered in my mind. I burst within her, my asshole twitching
and jump as it sent watercourse after stream of my stocky sperm to coat her intimate depths.
I do n't know how long it took me to give 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 voiced pelt. She was crying the split falling
on my hairsbreadth. I grunted and released my grasp, there were purplish brand where my fingerbreadth had dug in.
They would darken to full phase of the moon contusion over the adjacent few hours. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, depicted object and satisfy. I tired to turn on myself, to bring back to the post in deal. It had been a
while for me, it was a bombastic emanation. I needed to get her consistence flatter, before the mass of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the chair too far away, Oh well I
would remember next fourth dimension. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my second joint.
I went to the wall, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a intelligence
and lay there, a aristocratical sobbing the only sound I could hear.
I parted her branch and studied her bitch, some of my spermatozoon had already trickled out in a white rill
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was for certain my discharge was big than that so I
would leave alone her there and give it a chance to take stem in the fat stain of her womb.
I picked up my apparel and turned off the light as I left.


yield

I had owned April for a month now and I was pleased with my attainment. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this phase as I was fucking her on a daily basis. Usually I would indulge
straight after breakfast as I always seem to inflame up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop household at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some days I would grant her a tertiary injection in the eventide before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my penis was curled contentedly in my pants.
Apr I think was getting used to the routine, she was eating OK after a twosome of days of refusing
anything and some colour had returned to her impertinence. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screaming and generally did n't conflict. 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 headache but I was trusted 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
pail of her morning pee after my first light fuck, and I dipped a maternity test stick in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a turn over dot for April- the pin clearly developed a second short letter
and the word"pregnant"appeared on the white footing. My meat skipped a beat, howling news. Of
course this also meant that I would take to predate vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my ordering from
freeze out stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was time to start breeder production and it all
seemed to have worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver grey equipment box, the mastery console on the desk and
the various hoses, wire and bottle about her jail cell. I busied myself with them now. Cleaning,
attaching and testing. She had n't seen me do this before and seemed curious.
"What 's that ? What are you doing, what 's going on ?"She asked, a nervous bound to her voice.
"zilch to worry about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front panel of the console and checked the trying on. Inside was a large-ish dildo
structure and a kitchen range of strong charge card breast cupful. I gauged her size by eye to check I would ingest
something to fit- the secondment largest would fit. I would n't necessitate this for a calendar 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
meter to order it. The equipment was mounted on Alpha Geminorum so I was able-bodied to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a lilliputian 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 slim kink about half way up to help it grip. My first prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile component part of the dildo was attached to a prospicient transparent
plastic hosiery and national wires. I plugged the wire contact into the panel and screwed the hose
trades union onto a feeding bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml collectors ; I thought it best to commence with
these and hopefully displace 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 bottleful into a tray. This
was a refrigerated area that would chill the harvest rapidly and keep on it cool until I could process
and carry it.
I powered up the machine and felt the vibration start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
bounty and absolute frequency to more gentle"introductory"settings and then turned off. April must have
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lube and wiped it over the ruffled surface of the dildo. It was time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a stool and dragged the roving equipment over to April. I checked the ankle restraints
and tightened them so her legs were better cattle farm. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
much pleasure. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would have to use other
openings in future. Her eyes were a short wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricant ensuring it skid in easily, the kink making certain she could n't simply gouge it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the background I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
Apr 's body gave a little starting time and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the gentle tingling would be
pleasant for her- at least for a patch. She came back down onto her animal foot and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the bulwark to get a good looking at. If she had n't had an sexual climax until now then
the succeeding few moments would be crucial. If she could n't get then she would be no safe to me and
all my heavy work of the last month would birth been for nothing. I would be looking financial ruin
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its work, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissue paper of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she face a piddling flushed. The dildo was zip if not persistent and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to flare, her whole foot was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were gasp coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking good. It seemed to steady out like this for a long time, perhaps Apr was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too very much to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't need a woman with such control it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to daydream, my mind moving on to matters of how I would inform
my fixture customers about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a long"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep throbbing Brrrr strait as the social unit switched over its
function. This is what was different about my car and its dildo. The shaft was in three layers, a
surface layer mimic flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to grip. inside deeper
machinery surrounds a central vacuum tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting subway system at its base. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory arousal directly to
the vagina, but also includes air pressure sensors that detect the vaginal contractions as the womanhood
orgasms. Orgasm triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the vibe as the woman climaxes, at the same time activating the
pumping electrical circuit to extract all the cherished secretions through the collection pipe straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with aegir curio as the pump cycle per second cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the unclouded charge card assemblage metro. true up it was only a minor sum but
in truth I had n't expected production to be prolific- at least not at first-class honours degree as I knew she would ask to
be worked up to a decent spirt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and Apr seemed to sag in her bonds
with a sigh. I went to wait at my precious harvest. The volume was petite, less than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these outset few harvests would be copious than those that came later and
so would fetch a gamy price. This would help set off the outcome of the small volume but not
entirely so, and bulk would want to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my arse. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her consistence tensing as her middle opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is insistent, good
and continuous. It cycles constantly through quiver modality to orgasm, pump modality to solicitation
and a final 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 home as the fair sex is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying More vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the cps and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also cloud my product- and my client are very particular.
I left the auto to do its workplace and went back upstairs to mix more shakes- I make these a footling
weaker at this point, more water and LE flavouring. I knew I needed to go on April well hydrated
now. Her dead body can take this average water system and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid
"atomic number 79"wellspring, in this eccentric into the most delicious fluid known to man - pure vaginal juices. A sticky
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an inexhaustible demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to need the stairs necessary to bring forth this harvest in the
amount needed and at the cost demanded by the marketplace. 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 tier A, thick and slightly cloudy with a richly mucous content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that cleaning lady 's body lacks the capacitance to bring forth this sticky
material in tumid measure. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest
containing larger proportions of squirt fluid. much dilutant, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the milk shake and returned to the factory floor. Apr was hung in her harness, the
heart was running so I guess it had been through one or two cycles in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at commencement and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a intermixture of horror and hatred in her eyes. I did n't like the reflection but luckily it was
cut dead as the simple machine cycled again, Her body jumped and her eyes closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please occlusion please full stop ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no to a greater extent !"
To be honest I did recall that was a bit unreasonable as response go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on session of normal sex, so I did think she
was complaining too early. Well she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will have to do sound than that and I just hoped my sagacity of her potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the automobile to do its oeuvre. I found the rhythmic throbbing and
cycling of the machine quite comforting. Apr was a bit noisy though which tended to break my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as advantageously I could to my dispatch body of work, retrieving the standing orders from the
computer and adding the new single from the mail. I was still sending out production from the last
breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a large
amount of course 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 freeze solid on
cardice as the buyer specified. I had been holding a couple of orders for tier A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to sate them. Soon I had assembled about 50 packs and
matched them with appropriate printed labels ready for courier that afternoon.
I did n't get it on exactly what my clients did with their lodge, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few hint over the long time and I know much is used as a solid food
additive or mixed with whiskey or other booze of your choice ( my favourite is a unspoilt Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricating substance to spice up their own sex liveliness. I
even have some female person client who use it as a skin treatment.
My reverie was interrupted by a cheap pant from across the room, rapidly followed by a pump bicycle.
I turned, to count. April was staring at me, her eyes encompassing, almost panic etched in her face. The heart
working seemed prolonged so I checked the bottle- yields now seemed much better, probably 25ml
from that cycle alone. That 's better. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to get off.
"Be dear honey"
I closed the threshold behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using Apr for a calendar month now of continuous production. return had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed sweetie. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshie the first time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had plenitude from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter muscle tight and it had been a real struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to forego sex with her for 4 days whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty firmly and I was able to rod her bum with my tool until it at
lowest went in. The tightness of her sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to make relaxed it to
keep from tearing. The trouble with anal sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the adorable
grain of the national rippling ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
handgrip. This means that really you are working mainly with the anatomical sphincter alone. For this cause I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its better than nil and I happily shafted away
between her buttock until I could palpate the ecstasy start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before hanker she started to squirm and writhe whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to draw in off and unplug my prick, her apparent motion in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great atonement in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The product oscillation were taking their toll. April did n't front at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her optic rolled back in her head showing only the whites. Over the month her sphincter muscle had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my entry there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could hear the machine cycling through its computer program, each climax marked by a spasmodic vellication through her soundbox and sometimes a sharp expiration of breathing spell before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breasts were getting larger. I think the constant sexual stimulation also played its role. Each day I would try to suckle from her and after only 8 weeks I was rewarded at lowest with a tiny spurt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really just sign. I had n't been mistaken in her potential difference. Over the next few Clarence Day I emptied her twice a day straight into my lip. The book was getting larger and a blowup would often coincide with a motorcar induced orgasm. After a week of this I was ready to move up to the Milk River harvesting side of my business and retrieved the breast loving cup I had identified the month before. The simple machine possessed a simple milking role adapted from a kine unit and a pregnancy breast ticker. There was an tabu cup that goes over the breast and which contains an inner elastic thermionic tube that covers the nipple. When the machine is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both tube-shaped structure causing the cup to suck in the breast. The kayoed cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable oftenness. This mimics an bore mouth sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacancy and tugging on the boob. The internal tube-shaped structure is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola mystifying inside.
I do n't think April noticed as I connected her titty to the cupful. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a simple machine climax caused her organic structure to stiffen. As she relaxed the other side of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the Jack-tar chaw into the console. At initiative the automobile was simply applying a
vacuum to both cups and I checked that Apr 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her bosom were
big and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to seal perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating procedure on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and perpetual suck are relentless. Eventually her titty began to give way up their harvest and
the albumen liquid started to spirt into the collection thermionic 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 machine back to synchronize milking military action with coming detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; climax induces both vaginal fluid and breast milk flow.
I retired to wait the side by side cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her physical structure relaxed and subsided into the down pat metre as the
pump did their body of work. I could see the vaginal liquid state moving down the tube but this clock time there was a
decent milk product too. Once more this would admit a few years to ramp up up to commercial levels
but really this was a outstanding start and a really serious preindication to have started so early in gestation. I was so pleased with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my prick with saliva I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would come. I was still inside her rectum when the the vibration modality started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushes on her rectum improving the deeper sensation, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two flimsy layers of moist membrane-forming tissue ; the vibrations are transmitted easily to my inserted penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this woman 's body. I did n't even have to move, I just clung to her shoulder joint, buried my promontory in her hair and inhaled the perfume while the machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. Apr started to occur first. I heard her gasp, and the muscles in her blazon and leg contracted, her branch stiffening as she strained, reaching for the dismissal. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spasmodic 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 on into her vagina. The tube tightening around the inserted dildo. The taut internal tissue paper also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of course could n't occur as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the force per unit area on my phallus to a delicious squeeze play that intensified the hereditary quiver. I moaned with pleasure at the bang her rectum was providing. Incredibly the grip seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four prison term in ready succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her body convulsing. As her dead body was suspended between wrist joint and ankles the convulsions made her hips flick back and Forth between her bond paper. The apparent motion pivoted efficiently on the only former point limiting her motion ; my inserted member. It was as if she was consciously shoot down backwards and forwards onto me in an effort to take a crap me come up. In world 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 sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm of her own climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went understood as her body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A small current of sperm followed, dribbling down the inside of her second joint. I got some tissue and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't evince it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to pretend coffee.


RESOLUTION

The following day it was sentence to trigger the Milk River orders as well. I went to check on production- April
showed no sign of being cognisant of my presence, she was silent, her eyes rolled back into her read/write head. Her body was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so second as the machine forced her to another coming and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus face milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should make a cubic decimetre by the end of the hebdomad. My biggest customer for milk is actually female. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing Volunteer ? In any event she took a even cubic decimeter from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the disruption in supplying. I was at close in a position to place her some and so set up the packaging for the keep an eye on day. I would be able to furnish some of my other frustrated customer in the future week or so too, but as my magnanimous client it was essential I kept her happy. I sorted out the dispatch packs and courier labels for the consignment.

Just then April screamed- more of a howl really, like an animal in pain. I went to her. Blood was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the shrill edges 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 wires she became less of an prolongation of the automobile and some of her humanity seemed to return. I released her arms and lowered her to the floor. Thick disconsolate blood was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't risk a Doctor so I wrapped a patch around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and inserted it into her vagina to keep interior pressure. I hoped it was working in any case the blood period ceased. She opened her oculus and looked at me. For the outset meter in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not indisputable 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 result she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak smile. This was strange, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeders simply go dumb during production. They settle into a mundane, alimentation, urinating and
defecating each day. All in secrecy usually with eyes closed or rolled back in their fountainhead. I do n't
really think they are witting. But this is a skilful phase, I can siphon their rich people and fill my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never very much warning so I need to continue a ample stock frozen to
covering fire change over periods. The conclusion little girl had lasted 3 eld and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the second day of output. April was different, there was clearly a person
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with self-reproach. 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 injury. Not
forgetting of course she was pregnant with my baby and this could only make disposition more
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 line was to do nothing and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to slumber and went to the bar to meet Rob-
hold back it normal after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The succeeding day April was n't deadened. If anything she was a little skillful, close to mobile so I fastened her
handlock again, this time linked to the bed form. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no recall of her former life at all. All she knew was that room, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly grateful. After a hebdomad she was well enough to
recurrence to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no lasting adhesion and no vaginal
stimulation to force climax. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her breasts were beautiful to behold, they grew grievous and taut, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
visit to have them emptied. Milk was a much easygoing material to obtain, the body being designed to
produce it for extraneous consumption. I did n't really want her injury to disrupt my own routine so after a week I was unquiet to sleep together her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from hind end. After a few thrust I realised that I did n't have to determine myself to that route of entry any more. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my bastard balls-deep inside her. She said zip and seemed not to remark my intrusion once insight 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 deviation in texture, clutch and raw moist heat. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't appear to experience pain. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeders after production had started. Production simply ended when they failed, so there was never an chance. To my surprise April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the unvarying sexual climax had developed them to the point of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could transfix my shaft and almost cut off the blood supply ! They could ripple and pulsate like a sassing sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could feel each pulse rate and jerk of my shaft with an vividness I had never known. I do n't reckon she got much pleasure from this and she did n't orgasm, but she knew it pleased me and so she simply did it. I came quickly in her, she asked me if it had pleased me and seemed charmed when I said yes. I was truly stuck now. I did n't need to actually shoot down 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 utile to produce Milk, but then the sex was unbelievably corking and her brainwashed mind was
actually grateful for the tending. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that love lector is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 old age now. My manufacturing plant has been
largely transformed and made more comfortable for her to endure in. She never asks about the out-of-door
human beings, where I go when I leave, or anything about her yesteryear. I know her mental state is poor but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too bore to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even make believe a
bustle after the parentage of our tyke when I followed my timeworn path to the missionary and abandoned him at their door. The monks there are no enceinte believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could guess that nestling abandoned there must have some variety of problematic background and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any case they never seem to birth noticed that 10 of their orphans actually share a founder. My income has shrunk as most of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are much difficult to do by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to keep her lactating continuously either with hormone government or, as now, with her second pregnancy. Her titty have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making LE, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems goodish but I do n't cognize how practically damage I have done or for how long she will live. I ca n't even say for long she will bring on but I would guess this wo n't lastly more than a few years. If her Milk fails I will ask to recruit another breeder. I have been excavating another way, extending my underground holy place against a time when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will film what time value is left from her, and her tit at least should fetch a good Price. Perhaps I will levy two new breeder anyway and keep the secondly simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the meter being both I and Apr are content .