ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the diner.
The nighttime 's practice session had left my eubstance feeling pleasantly used, I took a pungency of my burger- the nitty-gritty
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the sulphurous crunch mingled well with the taste of the
chocolate. The waitress was bent over opposite word me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buttocks. I admired the view for a moment before calling her over to social club more
burnt umber.
It had been a successful nighttime and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always hard but I have to replenish the breeders or my provision melodic phrase literally dries up. Clients
across the world would not be delight and I know that one"missed ordination"means one"lost order ”.
They will hire their business elsewhere. In this melodic phrase of work I am acutely cognisant that I am only as
good as my last-place consignment. It would take a while but I should have provision before my adjacent
consignment are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a story about a absent little girl. I tensed but no-one in the diner
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a expert likeness and I relaxed. My tracks were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate girl was now confined.
It had been pretty easy, a textbook shell in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and dying for a new partner, a new father for her kid. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the first two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too tidal bore. Each prison term building a little Sir Thomas More reliance. I took the
opportunity to learn Sir Thomas More about her- getting to some personal particular. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more inner mixed bag. Mine were not of me of course, I 'd prefer
them from a survival on channel to match more closely her ideal- the corpulence middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his burger was certainly not what she had in brain. April, I had learned
was 24, a single parent. This all boded well for me, young, fecund and with a organic structure already organise
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with declamatory than average breasts. When I saw
her film it was her breasts that had sealed her lot. Their skin was creamy white, but the drear
outline of her vein spread like a river system beneath. Her nipples were full with spreading
ring of color and each gauge a large berry-like mammilla at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested good potential for production ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting power. True I
would not get to harvest her bosom for a month or so but they were a hard guide to breeder
selection.
On her third request I agreed to meet, I asked her to acquire the bus to the next town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and encounter me for a drink 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 gens, bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive property and she would be both imprint and lure. I
even phoned to relieve oneself a reservation under my assumed name in face she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minute before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a kid change in
plan. I had just picked up my car from the shop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her focus anyway ! Why not get off the bus a couple of Chicago earlier
and then we could get in together ? I had taken my time and built the trust, she did n't even question it
and happily agreed to get off 4 diaphragm out of town. This was a wooded area- verging on woodland in
fact, but served by a bus stop for folk music heading to the lake, a dead walk of life through the woods.
However this time in the evening and this meter of year there were no such visitant and I was already
hidden in the crotch hair, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its Light Within glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a loud sibilation escaping its air pasture brake. A
single female figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone char would alight in this
lonely spot so former in the evening then they did n't depict it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any attention. The bus pulled away in a flurry 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
yard from the halt with its spark on- obvious for her to see. I of grade was n't in it. To reach it
April would have to take the air past the drab part of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupant she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding place, finisher, closer. She was one tone to my left, she was in straw man of me and then one stone's throw to
my right, in front of my conceal place. I rose silently like a malevolent look from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one Dean Swift movement I reached around her head clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue paper over her lip and nozzle. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of breath would be followed by a mystifying inhalation that would aid my
purposes. Her body was strain in my grip, I felt her conflict and writhe and got my first real contact
with her breasts. They were large and heavy. Her essence was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to yarn-dye me- dessert ! She struggled some more, the breathing space hissing
violently from her nozzle and followed by an equally tearing inspiration. It was an inadequate conflict. I
am not a strong man but I had the match factor of surprisal and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third ... practice ? Her center rolled upwards in her school principal, her eyelid dropped and her torso went limp in
my arms. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in property for a wide-cut arcminute more before I was fulfil. I
removed it and dragged her limp physical structure the quietus of the way to the car. I spread her on the back rear
and covered her with a tarp for the thrust home- any casual percipient would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U twist and drove back to my real home- away from the town rendezvous and the unused
dinner booking. The County subscriber line was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep pee below. A little further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its table of contents ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the rest of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 minutes. It was a prospicient ride and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the road and drew up on my own drive. I lived on the
outskirts of town- quiet and private. My business firm was wooden construction detached and set in a minuscule
garden with large face yard. This was ideal for me and my avocation, a semitrailer derelict Buick station
Plough stood in the campaign a short way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classics stood rusting quietly around the stead. The service department itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden edifice some 50 yards form the main house. It looked a little derelict, elementary and
run down. An honest building that could conceal nothing.
I parked in front of the garage and got out to open the doors before driving the car fully in and
closing the doors behind. topper to act fast. I opened the bum 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
garage. The back of the lieu was covered with a fitted shelving social unit on which was stored old rouge,
oil tail end, a few car spare and peter. I dropped her on the floor and reached high up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged undetermined revealing the wooden paries behind. I fumbled for
the 2nd latch and the blot out door clicked spread out an inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to stimulate too lots injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third gear door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the light, this
was it, my factory floor. Some 20 feet underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my confidential, my sanctum sanctorum ; the source of my income and the focussing of my pleasure. I cast
a quick glance around the elbow room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden facing painted white-hot and
faded to grey. On the far wall there was a sink and water faucet, a few power sockets and some shelving
with a large closet under. The shelves bore my packing showcase and mailing provision. On the mightily
there sat an old icebox next to a little bureau freezer. There was a pulley block wheel mounted richly
on the wall above the freezer and connected to some cable that fed through a back pulley on the
roof, hanging down in the centre of the room. An old TV was fixed to the wall next to the room access 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 rush lodge and I needed to stick around on site. The left helping hand rampart was covered in my order and product charts and in front end of them a diminished desk and PC plus printer.
It was the accommodation in the kernel of the room that mattered, all the rest simply serviced that
instalment. In the center of the elbow room stood a electric chair, simple, wooden, with some basic cushioning on
the place. A grey-haired featureless box of equipment stood side by side to it, wires trailing to the paries sockets and
respective hoses hanging limply or connected to shock fitted into racks at the infrastructure. There were a few
switches, a couple of telephone dial and a big businessman brightness level ( currently off ). It was my own design, part pump, contribution
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a twain off cuffs attached to the blood
coming from the the pulley block. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the chain up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A second pair of turnup were fixed to whang that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the room. All seemed fine, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the doorway and propped her up on the chair. I was in somewhat of a hurry
since it had now been rather retentive than 20 hour since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the speed chains and let them string up whilst I
fitted the base manacle to her ankle. She hung limply but I was able to raise her into a more pleasing
stead by winding the wheel on the rampart. Tightening the amphetamine mountain chain straightening her back and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"shape over her head. Secure at concluding. I turned and left the room,
closing the door behind me. There was one more task-tedious but essential, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a mo set of tire in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't risk step
matching and new Tyre would always see suspicious so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely home I changed back to my normal well-used rack and
stashed the specials back under the base in their place.
The sun was well up by the time I had finished. Maybe it was the relief of tension now that the
mop up was over or maybe it was simply from the travail of the night but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but secure. I shut and locked the humble door, and left up
the stairs closing the upper threshold and swinging shelves securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
inspection pit and stored rack and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the door and headed for the diner.


instalment

The good morning passed in mundane chores, I had supplying to get, the fence needed painting and I had
some letters to write, bills to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would hark back April,
each clock time I would get a tingle of upheaval and expectation. induction is always a thrilling
procedure for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a large part of my selection manoeuvre is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"lone wolf"... that just gets you labelled as"fishy ”,
no, I was simply boring. Sociable but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to seek me out. So I would go to the town dancing, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would drink in the bar, eat in the café. I met mass, spoke to people and bored multitude. I was not odd, just uninteresting and steady. So keep up the normal behaviour- no unexplained disappearing in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will adhere in multitude 's retentivity. It was
Sabbatum and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this back meant that I was ineffective to proceed Apr 's instalment until around 4 that good afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of deep brown about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow store, we had a
common pursuit in cars and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the scrap yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to converge later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was gratis to go back down to my secret room. I locked up the mansion and went across to the service department. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would find the house apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply think I was out. I opened the rear internal door and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed April would hear my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, curiosity, expectation ? I opened the lower door and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. April was a frightful sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her face and her smart attire grubby and dishevelled. She opened her backtalk and let out a scream as I entered. No problem, it was part of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to wear off herself out before she would have the hopelessness. No matter how a good deal she screamed no-one will come. It simply pisses me off and is in all likelihood to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the interference. I strode across and slapped her tough on the face. Some blood dripped from her nose but the racket stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her eye. That was honest, fortune of spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said zero but walked over to her and twisted her hair round behind her head. I put my face
close to hers and hissed into her ear.
"Shut up, you are here with me and I have you. There 's no-one else here, no help for you to ring.
Your spirit is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and take from you what I need. You can scream all you like, and no-one will come. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of incredulity in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it cant be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the room and unlocked the cupboard. April harbinger tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin line drive I 'm not certain April recognized a consistence at first. Then after
a while a muffled whimper of horror and all colour drained from her expression. I dragged the heavy sack
across the storey towards the door. There was a certain amount of leakage and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the consistency through the door and started up the stair. The bagged pass cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the crinkle heap and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the liberation up the stairs. Very strong-arm work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in preparedness for
the night 's disposition trip. Slamming the trunk I went back down the stairs to present April. She
seemed in shock, her eye were eyeless, unfocused, staring into space. Her brim were trembling
with fear, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a large knife, deliberately
flashing the brand in the visible light, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her eyes nearly popped out of her face, her whole body was trembling
as she shook her head and silently she seemed to be mouthing the parole"No"over and over again.
She need n't have worried. There is a certain time value in a char 's short organic structure but its nothing compared
to her value alive. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
garb she had put on to shanghai me. I pulled the slide fastener down to her waist but the garment could n't
cliff as her arms were raised above her head and her stage facing pages and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me raise the knife, but I did n't hurt her, I simply used the blade to fleece through the fabric of the
dress, severing the waistband, tearing the sleeves and berm and ripping it from zip expansion slot to
hem. I pulled the apparel off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underclothing, a matching
bra and pants set- maybe intended to please me as my advantage if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder joint straps.
The bra joined the chopped attire. I turned to look at April, her breasts were every bit as promising
as her pictures so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a liquid liquidness
as she shook and shivered, straining to outdistance her balmy 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 torn fabric to my human face to breathe in her fragrance. There was a weighed down
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang of weewee where she had leaked a little, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed curls that even now she was trying to hide out from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her unhurt
consistency was trembling now and then ; a sudden hiss as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and forgotten the bucket.
I tossed her scanty onto the pile and went to the closet for my cleansing gear. In any factory
cleanliness is crucial, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic pile of tattered
clothing and left, locking the doors behind me.
The electric pig run was the last big job in breeder exchange and before production can bulge. The worn
out unit serves to rivet and discipline the newer. The new daughter are usually more ductile after they
have seen the sack. I paused in the garage where the heating system furnace was situated. I checked the
wearable for metal, once I had called an engineer to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no really trouble, a simple explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to take chances again. step-in OK- I tossed them in 1st with only a pang of regret,
their odor had been intoxicating but grounds is grounds and it has to be reduced. The clothes was
fitted with a charge card zip so having made sure there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal claw fastening. I used the knife to withdraw all of these office and then tossed
the pluck material leftover into the firebox and slammed the room access. The alloy persona I dropped in an
plastic bucketful of old shelling acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my expiation it was now getting darkness. I got in the car and
headed out for the main road. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the timberland. It was a long driving and I knew I would n't arrive before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This girl had been missing for nearly three years now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively slow down about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow trench. It was heavy oeuvre but it was a
remote surface area and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the body in and returned to the car for a sackful of
quicklime. Its important to use the right grade of calcium hydroxide for these disposals, quicklime with its
horrendous and caustic appetency for body of water is nonesuch. In a matter of days there would be naught
recognisable of this organic structure, no hair, no DNA, no dental records or old ivory fractures. Not even a
lingering scent to attract the mission of any departure dog walkers ; just a while of phosphate full-bodied soil.
I ripped the travelling bag so that the basswood could contact the cold form. The trunk looked wretched now,
colourless, crumpled. darkness circles showed where the breasts had been detached and the was a
similar dark stain around the top of the thighs. Her breast, never parted in life were now on inverse side of meat of the Atlantic, whilst the mouth of her labia had been mailed to Nippon. I did n't know what was going to happen to these trunk constituent and I had been well paid not to ask. Her bitch backtalk at least I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on charge plate overalls and covering the body generously in the
lime. It was stale stuff and I did n't want to give birth traceable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the land 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 discharge, bagged the lot inside a new
sacque and threw the parcel into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my reward as I drove home. April was now safely prepared, all the
risky role were over and its time for me to get going enjoying myself ! Have a little bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned home. April had been mine now for nearly 20 hours, unconscious
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that time. I usually give my breeder
a fluid-rich diet. It aids production, forms less waste matter and its convenient to parcel out. Usually this is a body building milk shake I get on mail order- I keep some free weight in the plunk for room in case anyone
ever asks- I am to all intention and purposes trying ( unsuccessfully ) to contain the excessive and growing
flabbiness of my dead body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a theme cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her Bond, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was puffy and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in awe. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her mouth. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spue 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 level in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hitch. Soon she would be grateful to me for these intermission, but for now I let her wassail
and stroked her hair as she did so. I think she was too far gone to notice the assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the swallow hole and went around behind her. Raising her from the chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucket. She seemed to know what was expected and filled it
with fresh piddle, it had a fruity almost apple smell. I let her finish and then removed the bucketful to
replace the professorship. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the lights and left her to suffer in the
iniquity for an hour. The adjacent stage could cause a reaction and I wanted to be certain the aliment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty repast to hold my strength up. I
had n't eaten much over the last 24 myself hours either. I remembered my arrangement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a couple of beers would n't go amiss - and as
before- I had to go on doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- light chatter and gossip. news was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
young woman. I downed a span 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 home, the cool air on my grimace
woke me up a little and I started to think of my following move. This is always difficult to decide
because when you can do anything how do select ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritise ?
Apr must be wondering what was in fund 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 best and most pleasurable for
me, I have to moderate my demand once production starts. I leaned on the upper door and
belched. I jerked it clear and tread a little unsteadily down the steps. I opened the door and flicked on
the lighting. Apr was hung from her hamper in the center of attention of the way, just as I had left her, her promontory
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 fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see snag starting at the recession of her eye. I went to the far rampart and took a riding crop from
the drawer above the cupboard. Her eyes widened.
"No No, please do n't bruise me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the crop in my hands. On my 2nd lap I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of pain. I paused
and then repeated the action across her buttocks twice in rapid chronological sequence so that her figure was still
jumping from the first base bump when the second cut in. The rip were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My somebody leapt inside me, how I loved those Book ! My captive always say them eventually and
they always delight me. What 's more than I know that they are true- she would do anything. Down here
my news 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 block there, tautening her tie-up. At first raising only her arms
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the electric chair, raising her so that she was component
standing, persona hanging in her cuffs. I kicked the chairman away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her tit were lowering and to the full, the areola and nipples as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any yearner I sank my backtalk to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable action, but the teat had zippo to give, there was no secretion,
no spirit but her breast felt dependable against my brass and there was a tenuous taste of rakehell where my
dentition had torn her hide. She was shivering now, fear or low temperature I could n't tell but the jiggling apparent movement
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my second bridge player to plow
her furrow and investigation into her thatched roof. Her pubic hair was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
formulation for our date. I approved, it would need to stay that way but futurity trim was down
to me- I could n't hazard her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing finger found her nether lips, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the other bridge player was beginning to heighten to the situation. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The lather across her spine and buttocks had reddened nicely,
a few pearl of blood oozed from the ends of the slash where the crop had dug in nearly. I licked them
from her, her stemma salty and metallic on my glossa. I sank to my knees and bit her fanny, so
silky polish, so indulgent. I separated her bum cheeks and probed her ass, she was tight and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading finger automatically at the intrusion. I reached through
her legs to caress her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the second the chloroform pad covered her
mouth and even as she lost consciousness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At least this was n't sore. Even so the I felt every muscle in her trunk
tense, the lip of her vulva tightened in an attempt to refuse my digit 's entry- to deny me memory access to
her deeper joy. I withdrew my finger and put it in my lip. 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 spittle and
plunged it back into her. This meter the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a blind drunk and satisfying wood file on her inner walls. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my fingerbreadth in and out of her, feeling the cockle walls, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this cleaning woman under my dominance, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious view faded. I no longer worried about what violation to choose, what part of
her to enjoy first, there was a pussy and my finger was in it. My choice was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own body 's needs. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than anything ... I withdrew my finger's breadth and started to strip down. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must have known that this was a vain collection, there was no escape cock possible here.
My dress lay scattered on the level, my mother fucker was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must own worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't interest about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
second dwelling house and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not this night. I faced
her, her eyes looked scared. I rubbed myself on her body, feeling the enceinte tit flatten against my
thorax, I pushed my pelvis forward and scraped my prick on her pubis, feeling the scraping of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it lowly, delving into her Thatch, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the trammel held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not infix her. I withdrew temporarily and pitter-patter in my bridge player, wiping the saliva over
my engorged dick headland. 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 loudness as I eased myself forward, teasing her sass apart with my
cock-head Her interpreter was no almost a scream as I felt her body start to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One last push, her vulva opened, the lips parting under my poke. Strangely the tension in her
muscles that was so determined to keep me out actually ensured that her lips clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her voice was almost subdued, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and zippo 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 savor her. Her physical structure sagged in her turnup determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a will married person to her assault. Her face was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the aloofness. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A better piazza where her pussy was n't being violated, where her joy were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her physical structure not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't bother me, I was free now to thrust into her, each movement caused her body to rock
backwards in the strap so I did n't penetrate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a centimetre or two of bliss. A subdued moan of objection escaped her with each push.
After a few the moan stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape of breath. Her heart closed
and a charge rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, mystifying into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious adept. The rakehell rushes to your penis, your brain is
momentarily starved of supplying and this, coupled with the vertical post, generates a lighting headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to fade and there nothing but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the link up char. My dent burrowing from this man through her and into paradise. Blood rushed
in my pinna, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her cries in the space. I was dizzy, light-headed,
seeing hotshot and there is always the risk of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulder joint and boob, steadying myself with her body at our points of contact-
through my arms and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a practiced region of the weight unit
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her wrists and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a fugitive lapse as the world came back into focus. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly luscious. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her pussy and its delicate internally folded
membranes that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just diffuse and more welcome than
that of any former charwoman ? Or is it the fact that she does not want me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze her physical structure and deny me any single Panthera uncia of pleasure
from her cunt, but I am relishing it despite her wishing. Is it that she is mine and will be mine to use
as I please ? Perhaps it is all of these thing.
I carried on, plunging recondite into her cunt so that my balls flapped against her. The roue was starting
to yaup again in my ear. Distantly I heard her voice
"Do n't descend in me ! Please, please do n't derive in me !"
I knew she was n't on the oral contraceptive. I knew I was n't taking any precautions. I also knew that I would come
in her, and keep coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was fertile, her girl proved
that, and I would bask vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my following consignment fell
due or nature took its course and my cum found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will total. You have laboured up the patrician side of the
hill and come to the escarpment. You can see the survey but it is too late to barricade. Your momentum is already such that it will behave you the last few yards, over the edge and you will souse headfirst
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the cleaning woman, you will still come, your dick will still pulse its source, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that level, and in my font I had no intention of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my efforts carry me forward. I felt the tingling sensations building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, stronger even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself breed,
tightening every musculus and locking my second joint as I was rushed towards orgasm by flow beyond
my control, like a raft in white H2O rapids. The build to orgasm climb, mounting and then at
close the pile flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water supply, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my ears, the H2O thundered in my chief. I burst within her, my prick twitching
and jump as it sent stream after current of my thickheaded sperm to cake her internal depths.
I do n't recognize how prospicient it took me to riposte to realness, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hands. My digit were digging into her voiced tegument. She was crying the rip falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my hold, there were violet marks where my finger's breadth had dug in.
They would darken to total contusion over the side by side few hour. My phallus felt wonderfully spent inside
her, content and fulfill. I tired to rouse myself, to devolve to the situation in bridge player. It had been a
while for me, it was a large emanation. I needed to get her dead body flatter, before the majority of my spermatozoan
could run out of her. I looked around the way. Damn- I had left the chair too far away, Oh well I
would remember following sentence. I pulled out of her quickly, my cocksucker flopping wetly against my thighs.
I went to the bulwark, releasing the strand so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a give-and-take
and lay there, a gentle sobbing the only sound I could hear.
I parted her branch and studied her cunt, some of my spermatozoon had already trickled out in a ovalbumin rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was for sure my emission was big than that so I
would leave her there and give it a prospect to bring base in the fertile filth of her womb.
I picked up my wearing apparel and turned off the illumination as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned April for a month now and I was pleased with my skill. I was feeling very
well-chosen, I always enjoy this form as I was fucking her on a daily fundament. Usually I would cosset
straight after breakfast as I always seem to come alive up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop plate at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some days I would feed her a third injection in the evening 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 subroutine, she was eating OK after a couple of days of refusing
anything and some color 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 dead 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 worry but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to yield and she could be urged over that barrier in good time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her morning urine after my morning fuck, and I dipped a gestation examination stick in the still-
warmly fluid. Today however was a call on period for April- the pin clearly developed a second line
and the intelligence"meaning"appeared on the blank ground. My heart skipped a beat, grotesque news. Of
course this also meant that I would have got to relinquish vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to go on about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my orders from
rooted blood line but these were nearly exhausted. It was metre to start breeder production and it all
seemed to have worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver grey Zane Grey equipment box, the control console on the desk and
the various hosepipe, wires and nursing 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.
"Nothing to occupy about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front panel of the console and checked the fittings. interior was a large-ish dildo
structure and a chain of mountains of hard plastic breast loving cup. I gauged her size by eye to check I would have
something to fit- the second expectant would fit. I would n't involve this for a month or so but it was as
well to be fain because I ordered them from Europe, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to order it. The equipment was mounted on Alpha Geminorum so I was able-bodied to wheel around it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a trivial treat for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inch long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a thin kink about half way up to aid it spellbind. My first-class honours degree epitome had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penial part of the dildo was attached to a long transparent
plastic hose and intimate telegram. I plugged the wire contact lens into the dialog box and screwed the hose down
union onto a bottle top. These were fairly modest 100 ml gatherer ; I thought it honest to bulge with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due line. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the theme panel of the automobile and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated area that would cool the harvest time rapidly and prevent it cool until I could work
and pack it.
I powered up the machine and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequency to more gentle"introductory"stage setting and then turned off. April must induce
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 ruffle surface of the dildo. It was time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a throne and dragged the mobile equipment over to April. I checked the ankle restraints
and tightened them so her peg were skilful feast. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
much delight. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would birth to use other
scuttle in succeeding. Her eyes were a little wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricating substance ensuring it slide in easily, the kink making indisputable she could n't simply compact it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the setting I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a little start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the placate tingling would be
pleasant for her- at least for a while. She came back down onto her feet and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a good smell. If she had n't had an orgasm until now then
the next few moments would be of the essence. If she could n't make out then she would be no honest to me and
all my hard piece of work of the last month would cause been for cypher. I would be looking financial ruin
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its body of work, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissue paper of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a picayune flushed. The dildo was cypher if not dogged and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to erupt, her completely groundwork was now
twisting into the handcuff securing her and there were gasps coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking good. It seemed to calm out like this for a long clock time, perhaps Apr was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't need a woman with such ascendency it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to daydream, my intellect moving on to matters of how I would inform
my regular customers about the transition when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a prospicient"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a mystifying throbbing Brrrr strait as the unit switched over its
routine. This is what was different about my machine and its dildo. The irradiation was in three layers, a
Earth's surface layer mimics flesh providing a supple rippled aerofoil for the vagina to grip. Inside deeper
machinery surrounds a central tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube at its floor. The machinery is designed to extradite vibratory stimulus directly to
the vagina, but also includes air pressure detector that detect the vaginal condensation as the woman
orgasms. sexual climax triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensing element turn off the vibration as the woman climaxes, at the Same time activating the
pumping circuits to extract all the cherished secretion through the aggregation tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with eager curiosity as the pump hertz cut in. There was a delay but then I was transport
to see some fluid moving down the clear plastic solicitation electron tube. true it was only a small amount but
in the true I had n't expected product to be prolific- at least not at first as I knew she would involve to
be worked up to a decent squirt.
The ticker finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her bonds
with a suspire. I went to look at my precious harvesting. The volume was tiny, to a lesser extent than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these start few harvests would be racy than those that came later and
so would fetch a higher price. This would help offset the effects of the lower volume but not
entirely so, and volume would postulate to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my tush. Apr was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her soundbox tensing as her eyes 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 trembling mode to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a final 10 min"down clock time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this invariant
cycling that builds up secretion volume and improves my harvest as the cleaning lady is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more than vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the rhythm and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my client are very particular.
I left the machine to do its work and went back on a higher floor to mix Thomas More shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this point, more water and less flavouring. I knew I needed to hold back April well hydrated
now. Her dead body can read this ordinary water system and like an antediluvian alchemist transform it into liquidity
"gold"well, in this vitrine into the most delightful fluid known to man - pure vaginal juice. A sticky
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an inexhaustible demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to bring the measure requirement to bring forth this harvest in the
amount needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the lone provider but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
Apr was producing grade A, midst and slightly cloudy with a heights mucous content. This would in
all chance cease soon as I find that woman 's consistency lacks the mental ability to produce this sticky
material in tumid quantity. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest
containing larger balance of squirted fluid. practically dilutant, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the milk shake and returned to the factory floor. April was hung in her harness, the
heart was running so I guess it had been through one or two cycles in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at first and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a concoction of horror and hatred in her eye. I did n't like the reflexion but luckily it was
cut shortly as the machine cycled again, Her body jumped and her optic closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please period please stop ! Please God turn back it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no more !"
To be honest I did opine that was a bit excessive as reactions go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on session of formula 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 possess to do estimable than that and I just hoped my judgement of her voltage had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the simple machine to do its piece of work. I found the rhythmical throbbing and
cycling of the machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to go my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my dispatch study, retrieving the standing orders from the
computing device 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 tumid
quantity of score C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized plastic feeding bottle and then mailing them either on H2O ice cool-packs, or frozen solid on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a couplet of orders for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to fill up them. Soon I had assembled about 50 gang and
matched them with appropriate printed labels quick for courier that afternoon.
I did n't eff exactly what my guest did with their order of magnitude, 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 nutrient
additive or flux with whiskey or early booze of your pick ( my favourite is a good Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lube to spice up their own sex lives. I
even have some female clients who use it as a skin treatment.
My revery was interrupted by a cheap gasp from across the room, rapidly followed by a ticker cycle.
I turned, to look. Apr was staring at me, her eyes wide-cut, almost terror etched in her expression. The pump
working seemed elongated so I checked the bottle- proceeds now seemed much better, probably 25ml
from that cycle per second alone. That 's skillful. I gathered up my computer software and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be honorable honey"
I closed the room access behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a month now of uninterrupted production. production had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 minute ) and seemed steady. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshee the first base time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had plenty from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a literal conflict to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to antecede sex with her for 4 days whilst I got her set up
in product. This meant I was pretty surd and I was able-bodied to rod her bum with my scape until it at
in conclusion went in. The tightfistedness of her sphincter muscle was keen although she quickly learned to relax it to
preserve from tearing. The difficulty with anal sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the lovely
texture of the internal wavelet ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal bulwark, and it does n't really
suitcase. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter alone. For this ground I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its better than aught and I happily shafted away
between her cheeks until I could feel the rapture start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before prospicient she started to writhe and wrestle whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and unplug my prick, her movements in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great expiation in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The output cycles/second were taking their toll. Apr did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her center rolled back in her head showing only the egg white. Over the month her sphincter 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 take heed the simple machine cycling through its program, each sexual climax marked by a spastic twitch through her physical structure and sometimes a sharp breathing out of breathing spell before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could separate her breasts were getting larger. I think the changeless intimate stimulation also played its role. Each day I would try to suckle from her and after only 8 workweek I was rewarded at last with a tiny spurt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really near mansion. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the next few days I emptied her twice a day straight into my lip. The mass was getting orotund and a gush would often coincide with a machine induced coming. After a week of this I was gear up to move up to the Milk River harvest side of my business and retrieved the breast cups I had identified the month before. The auto possessed a unproblematic milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a pregnancy breast pump. There was an stunned cup that goes over the chest and which contains an inner whippy tube that covers the teat. When the political machine is turned on, a vacuity is applied to both tubes causing the cups to suck in the white meat. The verboten cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable absolute frequency. This mimics an eager oral cavity 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 inside tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
tit and aureola deeper inside.
I do n't conceive April noticed as I connected her breasts to the cupful. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a machine coming caused her eubstance to stiffen. As she relaxed the former side of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the seafarer jade into the console table. At start the machine was simply applying a
vacuum to both cup and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her tit were
magnanimous and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to seal perfectly onto her heap. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating map on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and constant suck are relentless. Eventually her tit began to dedicate up their harvest and
the ashen liquidity started to spirt into the aggregation subway system 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 action with orgasm detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; coming induces both vaginal fluid and breast Milk flow.
I retired to await the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her body unlax and subsided into the drink down time as the
pumps did their work. I could see the vaginal liquidity moving down the thermionic tube but this prison term there was a
decent Milk output too. Once more this would take aim a few sidereal day to progress up to commercial levels
but really this was a great starting signal and a really adept sign to take in started so early in pregnancy. I was so pleased with her. In celebration 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 come. I was still inside her rectum when the the palpitation mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushes on her rectum improving the deeper adept, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin layers of moist membranous tissue ; the shaking are transmitted easily to my sneak in penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful lovingness of this charwoman 's body. I did n't even have to move, I just clung to her shoulder, buried my head in her haircloth and inhaled the scent while the motorcar did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. Apr started to come first. I heard her pant, and the muscles in her arms and branch contracted, her arm stiffening as she strained, reaching for the outlet. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive muscle spasm. I 've no musical theme whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tenseness in her limbs spreading to her torso and at end into her vagina. The subway 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 pass off as I was firmly inserted. The consequence was to increase the pressure on my penis to a delicious squeeze that intensified the convey oscillation. I moaned with joy at the thrill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the traveling bag seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four times in quick chronological succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her trunk convulsing. As her physical structure was suspended between wrists and ankles the convulsion made her hip joint flick back and Forth River between her hamper. The motion pivoted efficiently on the solitary other point limiting her gesture ; my stick in penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an effort to pee me come. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the core was wonderful, it could n't have been nicer. The sensations built up, up, up and then over the top- my member exploding into her as her anal retentive sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the musical rhythm of her own flood tide. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went dumb as her consistence relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A small stream of sperm followed, dribbling down the inside of her thigh. I got some tissue and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't show it. I took some of her Milk and went upstairs to clear coffee.


RESOLUTION

The next day it was metre to trip the milk orders as well. I went to determine on production- April
showed no mark of being mindful of my presence, she was silent, her eye rolled back into her straits. Her body was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so arcminute as the political machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking picket. However on the plus face Milk production was nicely up to 200 ml nightlong and should induce a litre by the end of the week. My biggest customer for milk is actually female person. I guess she does n't marvel where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from volition volunteers ? In any event she took a regular litre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in supply. I was at finally in a locating to send her some and so set up the packaging for the trace day. I would be able to supply some of my other disappointed client in the next workweek or so too, but as my magnanimous client it was substantive I kept her felicitous. I sorted out the dispatch pack and courier label 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 sharp-worded edges ripping through her almost
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 bring back. I released her arms and lowered her to the floor. Thick dreary profligate was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't risk a medico so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing clobber and inserted it into her vagina to maintain internal pressure level. I hoped it was working in any case the bloodline flow ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the commencement meter in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not trusted if she thought I had disconnected her from the automobile out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a putsch de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any upshot she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a debile grin. This was foreign, and unexpected ! Usually the
stock breeder simply go silent during production. They settle into a routine, eating, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with middle closed or rolled back in their oral sex. I do n't
really think they are witting. But this is a respectable phase, I can siphon their riches and fill my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never much warning so I need to keep a goodly stock frozen to
cover change over periods. The utmost little girl had lasted 3 years and then simply died in the Nox. She
had n't spoken from the second day of production. April was different, there was clearly a mortal
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with remorse. 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 production, not with her wound. Not
forgetting of form she was pregnant with my sister and this could only pull in disposal Sir Thomas 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 bare course was to do nothing and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to sleep and went to the bar to foregather Rob-
hold it normal after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The next day Apr was n't dead. If anything she was a little secure, close to mobile so I fastened her
cuffs again, this clip linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no recollection of her old 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 workweek she was well enough to
return to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent attachment and no vaginal
stimulus to force orgasms. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her boob were beautiful to behold, they grew heavy and taut, standing up from
her chest of drawers as they filled. As they swelled they became quite sore and she looked forward to my
visits to have them emptied. Milk was a much easier material to incur, the body being designed to
produce it for international consumption. I did n't really want her injury to interrupt my own turn so after a week I was nervous to fuck her again. She just accepted it in muteness as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from buttocks. After a few poke I realised that I did n't have to throttle 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 prick balls-deep inside her. She said nothing and seemed not to notice my intrusion once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her piddle. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the difference in grain, grip and raw moist heat energy. She was healed enough internally to assume me and did n't look to know 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 opportunity. To my surprise April 's vaginal heftiness had been exercised and the constant sexual climax had developed them to the point of beau ideal. I had never known anything like it ! They could grapple my pecker and almost cut off the blood provision ! They could babble and pulse like a sass sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could finger each pulsing and jerk of my shaft with an intensity I had never known. I do n't think she got a great deal joy from this and she did n't orgasm, but she knew it pleased me and so she simply did it. I came quickly in her, she asked me if it had pleased me and seemed delighted when I said yes. I was truly stand by now. I did n't want to actually kill April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo part and could n't confide her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only useful to produce milk, but then the sex was unbelievably groovy and her brainwashed creative thinker was
actually grateful for the care. 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 years now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more well-off for her to live in. She never asks about the away
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her mental body politic is poor but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too eager to delight me in anyway she can. She did n't even clear a
fuss after the birth of our minor when I followed my tired itinerary to the missionary and abandoned him at their doorway. The monk there are no great truster in DNA testing- I suppose they could guess that children abandoned there must have some sort of problematical backdrop and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any event they never seem to hold noticed that 10 of their orphans actually share a Padre. My income has shrunk as nigh of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are a good deal harder to hail 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 internal secretion establishment or, as now, with her second gestation. Her breast have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making plenty. Her Milk keeps us both. She seems levelheaded but I do n't lie with how much price 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 final more than a few yr. If her Milk River fails I will demand to recruit another breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my underground sanctum against a time when I need to accommodate two. If Apr fails I will admit what value is left from her, and her white meat at least should fetch a ripe Mary Leontyne Price. Perhaps I will levy two new stock breeder anyway and keep the minute simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the prison term being both I and April are content .