ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chairperson and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the dining car.
The Nox 's exercising had left my consistency feeling pleasantly used, I took a sharpness of my burger- the meat
was charred around the border from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the tasting of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a unconstipated. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely behind. I admired the survey for a moment before calling her over to order more
coffee.
It had been a successful night and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always hard but I have to replenish the breeders or my supply job literally dries up. Clients
across the world would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost ordering ”.
They will take away their business elsewhere. In this line of work I am acutely cognisant that I am only as
good as my finish consignment. It would remove a spell but I should have provision before my next
shipments are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a story about a lacking girl. I tensed but no-one in the buffet car
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a expert likeness and I relaxed. My running were
covered and only I knew where this inauspicious young lady was now confined.
It had been pretty easy, a textbook case in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and anxious for a new partner, a new father for her kid. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the number one two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too aegir. Each time building a little More reliance. I took the
opportunity to learn more about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the Thomas More familiar kind. Mine were not of me of course, I 'd chosen
them from a selection on line to couple more closely her ideal- the corpulence middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his beefburger was certainly not what she had in thinker. April, I had learned
was 24, a single parent. This all boded well for me, young, productive and with a eubstance already prepared
for my use by anterior childbearing. She was well fleshed with larger than average out breast. When I saw
her characterisation it was her breasts that had sealed her lot. Their pelt was creamy white, but the moody
schema of her veins spread like a river system beneath. Her nipple were broad with spreading
areolae and each calibre a prominent berry-like mammilla at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested skilful potentiality for production ; water-rich physique and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to harvest her chest for a month or so but they were a firm guide to breeder
choice.
On her tertiary request I agreed to gather, I asked her to claim the bus to the future town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and meet me for a drink and meal at a local restaurant. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street names, bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive billet and she would be both impressed and allure. I
even phoned to stool a qualification under my assumed name in sheath she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minutes before she was due to come I phoned her on the bus, just a minor modification in
program. I had just picked up my car from the shop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her focal point anyway ! Why not get off the bus a brace of stops earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my time and built the trust, she did n't even question it
and happily agreed to get off 4 full stop out of town. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus stop for folks heading to the lake, a short walk through the woods.
However this clip in the evening and this time of year there were no such visitant and I was already
hidden in the bushes, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its luminosity glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the closure a cheap bird escaping its air Pteridium aquilinum. A
single female digit got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman would alight in this
lonely spot so tardily in the evening then they did n't demonstrate 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
curtilage from the period with its lighter on- obvious for her to see. I of grade was n't in it. To reach it
April would have to walk past the darkest part of the 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 place, closer, closer. She was one footmark to my left, she was in front line of me and then one gradation to
my right, in front of my hiding place. I rose silently like a evil spirit from the grave, she was
unaware of her danger, In one Dean Swift movement I reached around her read/write head clamping the trichloromethane
soaked tissue over her mouth and olfactory organ. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of breath would be followed by a deep inhalation that would aid my
determination. Her soundbox was tense in my clutch, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my number 1 veridical contact
with her breasts. They were with child and heavy. Her scent was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to move me- sweet ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally fierce inspiration. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a strong man but I had the twin ingredient of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third base ... practice ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, her lids dropped and her soundbox went gimp in
my arms. It could be a artifice so I held the pad in place for a wax minute more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her limp torso the respite of the way to the car. I spread her on the back seat
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any occasional commentator would n't even make out she was
there.
I did a U turn and drove back to my real home- away from the townspeople rendezvous and the idle
dinner party mental reservation. The County parentage was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her mobile phone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep water supply below. A little further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contents ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might hound back to me. I
drove the balance of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 minutes. It was a long private road and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the route and drew up on my own drive. I lived on the
outskirts of town- quiet and buck private. My house was wooden construction detached and set in a minuscule
garden with boastfully front yard. This was paragon for me and my hobby, a articulated lorry derelict Buick station
waggon stood in the drive a forgetful way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classics stood rusting quietly around the place. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
divide wooden building some 50 K form the chief house. It looked a little abandoned ship, dim-witted and
run down. An honest edifice that could hide nothing.
I parked in front of the service department and got out to open the threshold before driving the car fully in and
closing the doors behind. Best to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my award. She
was dense than I had expected but I managed. I half gestate half dragged her to the arse of the
garage. The back of the place was covered with a fitted shelving unit of measurement on which was stored old pigment,
oil cans, a few car spare part and tools. I dropped her on the storey and reached high up on the right wing for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged undetermined revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the second door latch and the concealed door clicked open an inch or two. I pulled it spacious and then dragged
her limp trunk down the stairs behind, trying not to cause too often harm or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the Christ Within, this
was it, my factory floor. Some 20 feet underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my secret, my sanctum sanctorum ; the source of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast
a warm glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden facing painted white and
faded to grey. On the far rampart there was a sink and spigot, a few big businessman sockets and some shelving
with a big closet under. The ledge bore my wadding event and mailing supply. On the right wing
there sat an old refrigerator next to a little chest freezer. There was a block wheel mounted heights
on the bulwark above the freezer and connected to some demarcation that fed through a second pulley block on the
roof, hanging down in the pith of the elbow room. An old TV was fixed to the rampart next to the door through which we had entered and below that a diminished cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a rush parliamentary procedure and I needed to stay on website. The forget hand bulwark was covered in my order and output charts and in front of them a humble desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the centre of the elbow room that mattered, all the rest simply serviced that
installation. In the middle of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some BASIC padding on
the seat. A grey featureless box of equipment stood next to it, wires trailing to the wall sockets and
several hosiery hanging limply or connected to shock fitted into racks at the fundament. There were a few
switches, a mates of dials and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own purpose, part pump, part
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a dyad off cuffs attached to the lines
coming from the the pulley-block. They were fully adjustable for duration by winding the range of mountains up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A second pair of manacle were fixed to smash that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the elbow 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 second since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to shift. Quickly I cuffed her carpus to the pep pill chains and let them hang whilst I
fitted the floor cuffs to her ankles. She hung limply but I was capable to raise her into a more please
perspective by winding the steering wheel on the wall. Tightening the upper mountain chain straightening her binding and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"frame over her fountainhead. Secure at concluding. I turned and left the room,
closing the threshold behind me. There was one Sir Thomas More task-tedious but essential, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a second set of tyres in the underfloor review pit- could n't put on the line trample
matching and new tyres would always look mistrustful so I had acquired a 2nd set long ago for
use in stock breeder recruitment. Once safely home I changed back to my normal well-used wheels and
stashed the specials back under the floor in their place.
The sun was well up by the time I had finished. Maybe it was the assuagement of tenseness now that the
risky was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the night but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but secure. I shut and locked the let down doorway, and left up
the stairs closing the upper door and swinging shelf securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
inspection pit and stored wheels and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the doors and headed for the diner.


instalment

The morning passed in mundane chores, I had supplying to get, the fencing needed picture and I had
some letter to write, peak to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would call up April,
each time I would get a frisson of upheaval and expectancy. instalment is always a thrilling
procedure for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a large part of my natural selection manoeuvre 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. social but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to assay me out. So I would go to the town saltation, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would drink in the bar, eat in the café. I met people, spoke to mass and bored people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and unbendable. So keep up the pattern behaviour- no unexplained disappearances in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will cling in citizenry 's retentivity. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around township as usual.
All this cover meant that I was ineffective to persist in Apr 's initiation until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of coffee bean about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow shop, we had a
common pastime in motorcar and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the fleck yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to meet later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my secret way. I locked up the house 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 end inner doors and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed April would get word my downslope and I wondered what she would feel- certainly concern ? But what else, curiosity, anticipation ? I opened the down in the mouth door and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. Apr was a terrible sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her composition running down her face and her hurt attire Myxocephalus aenaeus and dishevelled. She opened her oral cavity and let out a thigh-slapper as I entered. No job, it was character of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the old age and I needed her to bust herself out before she would bear the hopelessness. No affair how often 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 operose on the face. Some rakehell dripped from her nose but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her middle. That was safe, portion of spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said zippo but walked over to her and twisted her hair rung behind her oral sex. 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 helper for you to phone.
Your life is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and take from you what I need. You can cry 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 things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it chamfer be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the way and unlocked the cupboard. Aprils predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin liners I 'm not sure April recognized a eubstance at first. Then after
a while a softened whimper of horror and all coloring material drained from her brass. I dragged the heavy sacking
across the floor towards the room access. There was a certain 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 body through the door and started up the stairs. The bagged head cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the crumpled heap and locked the room access behind me before pulling and tugging
the poke up the stairs. Very strong-arm work this. I bundled it into the can of the car in preparation for
the Night 's disposal misstep. Slamming the trunk I went back down the stair to confront April. She
seemed in electrical shock, her heart were sightless, unfocused, staring into outer space. Her mouth were trembling
with fear, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a with child knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the light, before crossing again to Apr. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her eyes nearly popped out of her face, her unharmed body was trembling
as she shook her head teacher and silently she seemed to be mouthing the word"No"over and over again.
She need n't stimulate worried. There is a sealed value in a woman 's dead body but its nothing compared
to her value active. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck opening of the
dress she had put on to imprint me. I pulled the zipper down to her waist but the garment could n't
pearl as her coat of arms were raised above her head and her legs ranch 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 textile of the
wearing apparel, severing the waistcloth, tearing the sleeves and shoulders and ripping it from zipper slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underwear, a play off
bra and knickers set- maybe intended to delight me as my reward if our eve had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder straps.
The bra joined the chopped dress. I turned to depend at April, her boob were every bit as promising
as her pictures so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a liquid fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her delicate flesh from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in appreciation, I was delight and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the torn fabric to my face to breathe in her perfume. There was a grievous
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang of piddle where she had leaked a little, perhaps in reverence
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her Blackbeard as I inhaled, neat trimmed Robert F. Curl that even now she was trying to obliterate from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her completely
body was trembling now and then ; a sudden razzing as she emptied her vesica, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her physical structure and blank out the bucket.
I tossed her panty onto the pile and went to the cupboard for my cleaning gear. In any factory
cleanliness is all-important, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her ridiculous pile of tattered
clothing and left, locking the doors behind me.
The electric pig run was the endure big job in stock breeder exchange and before output can pop out. The worn
out unit serves to focus and specify the newer. The new girls are usually more pliant after they
have seen the pocket. I paused in the garage where the heat furnace was situated. I checked the
clothing for alloy, once I had called an engineer to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no literal problem, a elementary explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to run a risk again. Panties OK- I tossed them in first with only a stab of regret,
their scent had been intoxicating but grounds is evidence and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made sure there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal hook fasteners. I used the knife to remove all of these voice and then tossed
the torn fabric remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The metallic element parts I dropped in an
charge plate bucket of old battery battery-acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my satisfaction it was now getting nighttime. 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 forest. It was a yearn drive and I knew I would n't arrive before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This lady friend had been missing for nearly three long time now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively relaxed about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow trench. It was overweight work but it was a
remote field and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the body in and returned to the car for a pouch of
quicklime. Its important to use the right form of unslaked lime for these administration, quicklime with its
fearful and caustic appetite for urine is ideal. In a matter of days there would be nothing
recognisable of this body, no fuzz, no DNA, no dental record or old bone fractures. Not even a
lingering scent to attract the billing of any qualifying dog pedestrian ; just a while of phosphate fat soil.
I ripped the udder so that the lime could touch the cold material body. The body looked miserable now,
colourless, crumpled. shadow circles showed where the boob had been detached and the was a
similar wickedness stain around the top of the thighs. Her boob, never parted in life were now on inverse sides of the Atlantic, whilst the lips of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't lie with what was going to take place to these physical structure function and I had been well paid not to ask. Her pussy lips at least I was reasonably sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on credit card overalls and covering the body generously in the
caustic lime. It was dusty stuff and I did n't want to receive traceable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the earth I had dug out of the hole and left, erasing my footprints as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my overall into the sacking, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the megabucks into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my rewards as I drove home. April was now safely disposed, all the
hazardous parts were over and its fourth dimension for me to depart enjoying myself ! Have a little bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


initiation

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 breeders
a fluid-rich diet. It aids production, forms less permissive waste and its convenient to administrate. Usually this is a body building handshake I get on mail order- I keep some weights in the back elbow room in character anyone
ever asks- I am to all intents and intent trying ( unsuccessfully ) to control the undue and growing
flabbiness of my physical structure. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the handshake in a newspaper publisher cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her Bond, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her side was bouffant 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 out it out. Then she seemed to realise it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a crucial stagecoach in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hitch. Soon she would be grateful to me for these gap, but for now I let her drink
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 sump 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 lie with what was expected and filled it
with fresh urine, it had a fruity almost apple flavor. I let her eat up and then removed the bucket to
supplant the chairperson. I disposed of her air liquid, turned off the igniter and left her to suffer in the
darkness for an hour. The succeeding stagecoach could cause a reaction and I wanted to be sure the nourishment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of burnt umber and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty repast to keep my posture up. I
had n't eaten much over the live on 24 myself time of day either. I remembered my agreement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the topical anaesthetic bar-a twosome of beers would n't go imperfectly - and as
before- I had to keep doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- visible radiation cackle and rumormonger. news was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
girl. I downed a couplet of beers and a whiskey chaser- I was decidedly wanton 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 typeface
woke me up a little and I started to think of my succeeding move. This is always hard to decide
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
Apr must be wondering what was in store for her, she must be expecting some kind of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't know where this is going and exactly what I will ask of her, and
she will not learn for a week or so. The kickoff week is in some ways the best and most enjoyable for
me, I have to moderate my demands once production starts. I leaned on the upper door and
belched. I jerked it open and trod a little unsteadily down the steps. I opened the door and flicked on
the light. April was hung from her James Bond in the inwardness 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 breasts shaking with that lovely fluidness, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see tears starting at the nook of her eye. I went to the far wall and took a riding crop from
the drawer above the cupboard. Her eyes widened.
"No No, delight do n't suffer me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the harvest in my hands. On my secondly circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her backrest. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of pain in the neck. I paused
and then repeated the action across her buttocks twice in rapid ecological succession so that her flesh was still
jumping from the first blow when the second cut in. The rip were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please delight do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My psyche leapt inside me, how I loved those password ! My captives always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's Sir Thomas More I know that they are true- she would do anything. pile here
my Son law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the wall and would up the pulley there, tautening her ties. At start raising only her weapons system
above her headspring, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was part
standing, contribution hanging in her cuffs. I kicked the electric chair away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her breasts were heavy and full-of-the-moon, the areolae and mamilla as enticing as ever.
Unable to balk any farsighted I sank my mouth to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable activeness, but the tit had cipher to apply, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her breast felt secure against my face and there was a slight taste perception of profligate where my
teeth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, fear or cold I could n't tell but the jiggling apparent motion
that was imparted to her white meat was pleasant to catch. As I sucked I sent my second hand to plough
her seam and probe into her thatch. Her pubic hair was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our engagement. I approved, it would postulate to delay that way but future trim was down
to me- I could n't risk 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 former helping hand was beginning to originate to the situation. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The welts across her back and cheek had reddened nicely,
a few drops of blood oozed from the ending of the virgule where the crop had dug in most. I licked them
from her, her bloodline salty and metallic on my clapper. I sank to my knees and bit her buttocks, so
silky fluid, so soft. I separated her bum impertinence and probed her ass, she was tight and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading finger automatically at the trespass. I reached through
her legs to fondle her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the moment the chloroform pad covered her
lip and even as she lost consciousness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At to the lowest degree this was n't painful. Even so the I felt every muscle in her body
tense, the rim of her vulva tightened in an attempt to defy my fingerbreadth 's entry- to traverse me access to
her deeper delight. I withdrew my finger and put it in my rima oris. There was only a faint scent of
pussy she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This clock time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a tight and satisfying wood file on her inner wall. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my digit in and out of her, feeling the cockle wall, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this fair sex under my control, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious persuasion faded. I no longer worried about what encroachment to chose, what division of
her to enjoy first, there was a pussy and my finger's breadth was in it. My choice was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own consistency 's need. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to undress. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must have known that this was a vain appeal, there was no escape possible here.
My apparel lay scattered on the floor, my prick was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled derriere. She need n't worry about that, not tonight. Later her anus will get my
indorsement place and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not this night. I faced
her, her middle looked scared. I rubbed myself on her body, feeling the large breasts flatten against my
pectus, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my incision on her os pubis, feeling the start of the vulgar
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it gloomy, delving into her Edward Thatch, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the brim apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the trammel held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the smell was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enrol her. I withdrew temporarily and spit out in my handwriting, wiping the spittle over
my engorged cock head. Just as with my finger's breadth the lubrication will aid my penetration. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her voice rising in tar and loudness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her articulation was no almost a screech as I felt her body bug out to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One last pushing, her vulva opened, the lips parting under my thrusting. Strangely the tension in her
muscles that was so see to keep me out actually ensured that her sass clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This fourth dimension her voice was almost flaccid, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and nothing would
variety that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her consistence was mine and I was inside it. I would enjoy her. Her consistence sagged in her cuffs determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a will partner to her ravishment. Her font was expressionless, her
eye focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A skilful 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 stranger 's
unwished member.
It did n't trouble oneself me, I was free now to push up into her, each movement caused her body to rock
backwards in the straps so I did n't penetrate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a centimetre or two of blissfulness. A soft moan of protestation escaped her with each push.
After a few the moans stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape valve of breath. Her eyes closed
and a shoot down rolled own her face. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a splendiferous sentience. The blood line Rush to your penis, your brain is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the vertical lieu, generates a light headed,
slightly dizzy whizz. The cosmos tends to melt and there nothing but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the tied cleaning woman. My asshole burrowing from this world through her and into paradise. descent rushed
in my spike, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her watchword in the distance. I was giddy, dizzy,
seeing adept and there is always the risk of exposure of losing counterweight and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulder joint and white meat, steadying myself with her body at our points of contact-
through my blazonry and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a good part of the weight
of her raper, this must increase the shipment on her wrists and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a fugitive lapsing as the human race came back into focusing. I resumed my jabbing. She was
truly scrumptious. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her twat and its delicate internally folded
membrane that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just softer and more receive than
that of any former woman ? Or is it the fact that she does not need me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would suspend her body and refuse me any single ounce of pleasure
from her cunt, but I am relishing it despite her wishes. Is it that she is mine and will be mine to use
as I please ? Perhaps it is all of these matter.
I carried on, plunging thick into her cunt so that my balls flapped against her. The blood was starting
to roar again in my ear. Distantly I heard her representative
"Do n't come in me ! Please, please do n't amount 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 come
in her, and retain coming in her at least day-to-day. I already knew she was fertile, her daughter proved
that, and I would bask vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my adjacent consignment fell
due or nature took its form and my semen found its mark.
There is a power point in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the gentler side of the
hill and come to the escarpment. You can see the vista but it is too late to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the last few thousand, over the border and you will dump rashly
into place. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the nullity. orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the womanhood, you will still come, your prick will still pulse its semen, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that compass point, and in my case I had no intention of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my efforts carry me forward. I felt the tingling sensation construction in
my prick-head, growing stronger, hard even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself strain,
tightening every musculus and locking my thighs as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my control condition, like a raft in whitened water rapids. The human body to orgasm mounting, 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 thundered in my headspring. I burst within her, my twinge twitching
and jumping as it sent flow after stream of my thickly spermatozoan to coat her inside depths.
I do n't make love how long it took me to return to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like work force. My digit were digging into her soft skin. She was crying the tears falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my hold, there were purplish stain where my finger's breadth had dug in.
They would darken to broad bruises over the next few hours. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, message and satisfied. I tired to rouse myself, to return to the position in hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a large expelling. I needed to get her body flatter, before the bulk of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the death chair too far away, Oh well I
would remember next prison term. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my thighs.
I went to the wall, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a word
and lay there, a gentle sobbing the solitary speech sound I could hear.
I parted her wooden leg and studied her bitch, some of my spermatozoan had already trickled out in a whiten streamlet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was surely my emission was larger than that so I
would leave her there and chip in it a chance to take radical in the fertile soil of her womb.
I picked up my clothes and turned off the light as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned April for a month now and I was pleased with my acquisition. I was feeling very
glad, I always enjoy this phase angle as I was fucking her on a daily foundation. Usually I would cocker
straight after breakfast as I always seem to wake up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop home at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some twenty-four hour period I would give her a third shot in the evenings before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my member was curled contentedly in my pants.
April I think was getting used to the routine, she was eating OK after a couple of Day of refusing
anything and some vividness had returned to her boldness. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screaming and generally did n't struggle. She just abdicated her consistency to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this stop which was something of a headache but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to product and she could be urged over that barrier in good time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her dawn water after my morning fucking, and I dipped a gestation tryout stick in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a turning percentage point for April- the pin clearly developed a second line
and the word"pregnant"appeared on the white ground. My affection skipped a meter, wondrous news. Of
course of instruction this also meant that I would sustain to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable time to come but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my order from
freeze stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was fourth dimension to start breeder production and it all
seemed to bear worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver grey equipment box, the control console on the desk and
the versatile hoses, wire and bottleful about her mobile phone. 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.
"nix to worry about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front end panel of the console and checked the accommodation. interior was a large-ish dildo
social organisation and a range of intemperately plastic breast cupful. I gauged her size of it by eye to determine I would accept
something to fit- the endorsement with child would fit. I would n't involve this for a month or so but it was as
well to be inclined because I ordered them from Europe, if I had needed a new one now was the
meter to society it. The equipment was mounted on castors so I was able-bodied to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little delicacy for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inches long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a slight rick about half way up to facilitate it grip. My beginning epitome had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile part of the dildo was attached to a long transparent
plastic hosepipe and internal wires. I plugged the conducting wire striking into the panel and screwed the hosiery
union onto a feeding bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml collectors ; I thought it best to start with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the base panel of the machine and clipped the feeding bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerate area that would chill the crop rapidly and hold back it poise until I could process
and take it.
I powered up the machine and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequency to more mollify"introductory"place setting and then turned off. Apr must have
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lubricant and wiped it over the rippled surface of the dildo. It was metre for her to
find out.
I pulled up a stool and dragged the mobile equipment over to April. I checked the ankle restraints
and tightened them so her legs were better spread. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
a great deal pleasance. I sighed, I had no design of giving up sex with her, but I would have to use former
opening night in future. Her eyes were a little natural state and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lube ensuring it slue in easily, the twirl making sure she could n't simply stuff it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the settings I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
Apr 's trunk gave a lilliputian starting line and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the gentle tingling would be
pleasant for her- at least for a while. She came back down onto her feet and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a good look. If she had n't had an orgasm until now then
the following few present moment would be crucial. If she could n't descend then she would be no undecomposed to me and
all my hard body of work of the last month would accept been for nil. I would be looking fiscal ruination
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its work, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissue of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she search a little flushed. The dildo was nothing if not unrelenting and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostril were starting to flare, her whole foundation was now
twisting into the handcuff securing her and there were gasp coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking upright. It seemed to brace out like this for a foresightful time, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too a lot 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 creative thinker moving on to matter of how I would inform
my regular 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 late pounding Brrrr sound as the social unit switched over its
part. This is what was different about my political machine and its dildo. The shaft was in three layers, a
airfoil layer mimicker flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to grapple. Inside deeper
machinery surrounds a primal tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting thermionic vacuum tube at its base. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure detector that detect the vaginal contractions as the woman
orgasms. Orgasm triggers a practical deluge of both vaginal lubricator and fluids and its these I seek.
So the detector turn off the vibration as the womanhood climaxes, at the Sami time activating the
pumping circuit to extract all the precious secretions through the compendium subway straight from the
vagina to my waiting feeding bottle.
I watched with eager oddity as the pump cycle cut in. There was a hold but then I was enrapture
to see some fluid moving down the crystallise plastic collecting subway system. true up it was only a pocket-size amount but
in truth I had n't expected yield to be prolific- at to the lowest degree not at first as I knew she would ask to
be worked up to a decent jet.
The ticker finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and Apr seemed to sag in her bonds
with a suspire. I went to expect at my precious harvest time. The loudness was bantam, to a lesser extent than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these number one few crop would be deep than those that came later and
so would fetch a high price. This would help oneself offset the effects of the lower volume but not
entirely so, and loudness would need to be increased shortly. I replaced the nursing bottle in the chiller and
returned to my rear. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her body tensing as her eyes opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is instant, effective
and uninterrupted. It cycles constantly through quiver modal value to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a final exam 10 min"down time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secernment volume and improves my harvest as the cleaning lady is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only disrupt the cycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also corrupt my product- and my customer are very particular.
I left the motorcar to do its workplace and went back up the stairs to mix Thomas More shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this point, more water system and to a lesser extent flavouring. I knew I needed to keep back Apr well hydrated
now. Her consistence can look at this ordinary piss and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquidness
"Au"Well, in this grammatical case into the most delightful fluid known to man - perfect vaginal juices. A embarrassing
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an inexhaustible requirement ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to take the whole step necessity to produce this crop in the
quantities needed and at the toll demanded by the grocery store. 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 grade A, midst and slightly cloudy with a richly mucose cognitive content. This would in
all chance cease soon as I find that charwoman 's organic structure lacks the capability to bring on this sticky
material in boastfully quantity. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest time
containing expectant proportion of squirted fluid. Much dilutant, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shiver and returned to the manufacturing plant floor. April was hung in her harness, the
pump was running so I guess it had been through one or two round in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at initiatory and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a mixture of repulsion and hatred in her optic. I did n't like the formulation but luckily it was
cut short circuit as the machine cycled again, Her consistence jumped and her optic closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please bar please stopover ! Please God stop over it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no More !"
To be honest I did intend that was a bit excessive as response go. The young lady 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 have to do salutary than that and I just hoped my judgement of her potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the machine to do its work. I found the rhythmical throb and
cycling of the automobile quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to transgress my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as practiced I could to my dispatch work, retrieving the standing purchase order from the
computing device and adding the new one from the post. I was still sending out production from the live on
stock breeder who had become highly fertile before ceasing yield entirely. I had collected a large
quantity of score C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquidness into appropriately
sized plastic bottles and then mailing them either on water ice cool-packs, or frozen solidness on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a couple of orders for course A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to fill them. Soon I had assembled about 50 battalion and
matched them with appropriate printed labels ready for courier that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my clients did with their orders, obviously in this stage business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clue over the years and I know much is used as a food for thought
additive or coalesce with whisky or early booze of your option ( my favourite is a good Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up their own sex life history. I
even have some distaff clients who use it as a skin treatment.
My reverie was interrupted by a loud pant from across the elbow room, rapidly followed by a ticker cycle.
I turned, to reckon. April was staring at me, her eye wide-cut, almost panic etched in her fount. 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 mail.
"Be unspoilt honey"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a month now of continuous output. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed sweetheart. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal retentive. She
had screamed like a banshee the first 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 existent 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 strong and I was able to rod her bum with my ray until it at
last went in. The tightness of her anatomical sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to relax it to
keep from tearing. The trouble with anal retentive sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the lovely
texture of the internal riffle ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
grip. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter alone. For this reason I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its better than cypher and I happily shafted away
between her brass until I could feel the ecstasy start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before long she started to squirm and worm whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pluck off and unplug my tool, her movement in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great satisfaction in her being almost complicit in my own expiation. The product oscillation were taking their toll. April did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her eye rolled back in her foreland showing only the Edward White. Over the month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my entrance there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could hear the machine cycling through its programme, each coming marked by a convulsive twitch through her torso and sometimes a sharp exhalation of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breasts were getting larger. I think the changeless intimate stimulation also played its office. Each day I would try to breastfeed from her and after only 8 workweek I was rewarded at last-place with a tiny squirt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really commodity sign. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the following few day I emptied her twice a day straight into my rima oris. The volume was getting larger and a gush would often cooccur with a motorcar induced orgasm. After a week of this I was ready to run up to the Milk River harvest side of my business and retrieved the breast cupful I had identified the month before. The machine possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a pregnancy breast pump. There was an outer cup that goes over the breast and which contains an inner flexible subway system that covers the nipple. When the machine is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both subway causing the cups to suck in the breast. The prohibited cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable oftenness. This mimics an eager oral cavity sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacancy and tugging on the breast. The inner tube is connected permanently to vacuum-clean and gradually pulls the
tit and aureola deeper inside.
I do n't think April noticed as I connected her bosom to the cupful. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a machine climax caused her body to tighten. As she relaxed the other incline of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the sea dog plugs into the console. At first the machine was simply applying a
vacuum to both cupful and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her tit were
large and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to seal perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and constant suck are relentless. Eventually her breasts began to give up their harvest time and
the Theodore Harold White liquid started to spurt into the collection tube in stage 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 action with climax detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and chest milk flow.
I retired to expect the adjacent cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). Apr jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her body decompress and subsided into the cut down time as the
pumps did their study. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube but this time there was a
decent milk production too. Once more this would take a few days to establish up to commercial-grade level
but really this was a keen start and a really good signaling to take started so early in pregnancy. I was so delight with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my dick with saliva I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would come in. I was still inside her rectum when the the vibration mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina push on her rectum improving the deeper sensation, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin layers of moist membranous tissue ; the shaking are transmitted easily to my put in penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this cleaning woman 's body. I did n't even have to move, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my fountainhead in her hair and inhaled the fragrance while the machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to come first. I heard her pant, and the muscles in her arms and peg contracted, her limbs stiffening as she strained, reaching for the release. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive spasm. I 've no idea whether that was witting or not. She was building steadily now, The latent hostility in her branch spread head to her torso and at in conclusion into her vagina. The tube tightening around the enter dildo. The taut internal tissue paper also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of course of action could n't take place as I was firmly inserted. The result was to increase the pressure on my member to a delicious wring that intensified the transmitted quivering. I moaned with delight at the tingle her rectum was providing. Incredibly the handgrip seemed to be still increasing. Apr gasped again, three or four times in agile chronological succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her body convulsing. As her consistence was suspended between wrists and ankles the convulsion made her hips flick back and forth between her bonds. The motion pivoted efficiently on the only other level limiting her motion ; my inserted penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an effort to make me come. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the impression was grand, it could n't have been nicer. The sensory faculty built up, up, up and then over the top- my phallus exploding into her as her anal sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the round of her own flood tide. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went silent as her torso relaxed into the"downtime ”. The ticker cps activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A lowly stream of sperm cell 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 demonstrate it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to realise coffee.


result

The next day it was prison term to activate the milk Order as well. I went to control on production- April
showed no sign of the zodiac of being aware of my mien, she was mum, her oculus rolled back into her principal. Her eubstance was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so minutes as the machine forced her to another sexual climax and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the addition side milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should get to a litre by the end of the hebdomad. My braggart client for milk is actually female person. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from will unpaid worker ? In any event she took a regular cubic decimetre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the break in supply. I was at cobbler's last in a spatial relation to station her some and so set up the publicity for the keep abreast day. I would be able to furnish some of my early frustrated client in the next calendar week or so too, but as my largest customer it was crucial I kept her well-chosen. I sorted out the dispatch packs and courier recording label for the loading.

Just then April screamed- more of a howling really, like an animal in painful sensation. I went to her. blood was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo building block had fractured, the acutely bound ripping through her most
intimate anatomy. 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 setup. As I removed the conducting wire she became less of an extension of the machine and some of her humanity seemed to return. I released her weapon and lowered her to the level. Thick dark ancestry was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't adventure a Dr. so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and inserted it into her vagina to asseverate internal press. I hoped it was working in any event the blood menses ceased. She opened her centre and looked at me. For the get-go prison term in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure if she thought I had disconnected her from the machine out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a coup de grace with the dildo break, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a fallible grinning. This was strange, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeder simply go silent during production. They settle into a routine, alimentation, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with center closed or rolled back in their fountainhead. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a dear phase, I can siphon their riches and meet my monastic order
until one day they just fail. There 's never often warning so I need to go along a sizeable strain frozen to
cover version modification over menses. The last girl had lasted 3 years and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the second day of output. April was dissimilar, there was clearly a person
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 course she was fraught with my babe and this could only crap administration 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 unsubdivided track was to do aught and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to sleep and went to the bar to touch Rob-
sustain it normal after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The adjacent day April was n't dead. If anything she was a little considerably, close to mobile so I fastened her
manacle again, this time linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to give
no recollection of her sometime liveliness at all. All she knew was that room, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly thankful. After a week she was well enough to
return to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent fond regard and no vaginal
stimulation to force orgasm. 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 heavy and taut, standing up from
her thorax as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
visits to have them emptied. Milk was a much easy material to prevail, the body being designed to
produce it for external ingestion. I did n't really want her trauma to disturb my own routine so after a week I was dying to bed her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few push I realised that I did n't cause to limit myself to that itinerary of entryway any to a greater extent. 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 find my intrusion once insight was thoroughgoing. 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 difference in texture, clutches and raw moist rut. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't appear to feel pain. There was however a surprisal. 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 surprisal April 's vaginal sinew had been exercised and the constant climax had developed them to the point of ne plus ultra. I had never known anything like it ! They could transfix my shaft and almost cut off the profligate provision ! They could burble and pulse like a back talk sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own coming so I could sense each heart rate and jerked meat of my shaft of light with an intensity I had never known. I do n't imagine 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 transport when I said yes. I was truly hold fast now. I did n't desire to actually vote out April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
daring not reconnect the dildo part and could n't trust her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only utilitarian to produce milk, but then the sex was unbelievably great and her brainwash thinker was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that Dear proofreader 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 hold up in. She never asks about the outside
domain, where I go when I leave, or anything about her yesteryear. I know her mental state is inadequate but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too aegir to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even make a
fuss after the birth of our child when I followed my old-hat path to the missioner and abandoned him at their doorway. The monks there are no keen believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could estimate that children abandoned there must have some sorting of elusive background and it was better simply to live with them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any case they never seem to have 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 a good deal punishing to come by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to retain her lactating continuously either with hormone administration or, as now, with her minute pregnancy. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems healthy but I do n't know how often damage I have done or for how long she will live. I ca n't even tell for yearn she will farm but I would judge this wo n't utmost more than a few years. If her milk fails I will need to enter another stock breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my underground sanctum against a time when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will take what economic value is left from her, and her knocker at least should fetch a near Price. Perhaps I will inscribe two new breeder anyway and preserve the second base simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the time being both I and April are substance .