ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the diner.
The dark 's employment had left my body feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the meat
was charred around the bound from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the taste of the
chocolate. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buttocks. I admired the survey for a moment before calling her over to rescript more
coffee.
It had been a successful Nox and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always difficult but I have to replenish the breeders or my supply furrow literally dries up. client
across the humans would not be proud of and I know that one"missed lodge"means one"lost order ”.
They will take their line of work elsewhere. In this communication channel of work I am acutely aware that I am only as
good as my survive consignment. It would conduct a while but I should have provision before my next
shipments are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a tarradiddle about a neglect girl. I tensed but no-one in the diner
seemed to notice. There was a word picture, it was n't even a right likeness and I relaxed. My runway were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate girl was now confined.
It had been pretty soft, a textbook pillowcase in fact. I had befriended Apr on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and anxious for a new collaborator, a new father for her child. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the first two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too eagre. Each time building a little more reliance. I took the
opportunity to pick up to a greater extent about her- getting to some personal item. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more informal variety. Mine were not of me of row, I 'd select
them from a selection on line to match more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his Burger was certainly not what she had in mind. April, I had learned
was 24, a 1 parent. This all boded well for me, Thomas Young, productive and with a body already prepared
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with larger than average tit. When I saw
her depiction it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their skin was creamy Andrew D. White, but the dark
scheme of her mineral vein spread like a river system beneath. Her nipples were broad with spreading
areola and each bore-hole a prominent berry-like nipple at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested good potential for yield ; water-rich figure and generous secreting power. True I
would not get to harvest her breasts for a month or so but they were a strong guide to breeder
natural selection.
On her third postulation I agreed to meet, I asked her to take the bus to the next Town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and meet me for a drink and meal at a local anaesthetic restaurant. Although this shoes was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street name, Browning automatic rifle and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive lieu and she would be both impressed and tempted. I
even phoned to make a reservation under my strike name in guinea pig she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minutes before she was due to get in I phoned her on the bus, just a minor 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 direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a couple of layover earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my time and built the trust, she did n't even wonder it
and happily agreed to get off 4 blockage out of townsfolk. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus stop for folks heading to the lake, a dead walk of life through the woods.
However this time in the evening and this time of yr there were no such visitors and I was already
hidden in the bushes, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its lights glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a forte Bronx cheer escaping its air brakes. A
bingle female figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman would alight in this
lonely spot so belated in the evening then they did n't record 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 debris and spent Rudolf Diesel.
Apr stood at the stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the full stop with its lights on- obvious for her to see. I of path was n't in it. To give it
April would have to walk past the darkest part of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupant she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding space, finisher, finisher. She was one whole step to my left, she was in front of me and then one step to
my rightfield, in front of my hiding property. I rose silently like a malevolent disembodied spirit from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one swift movement I reached around her head clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her oral fissure and olfactory organ. She struggled and tried to scream- just ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and deprivation of breath would be followed by a deep inhalation that would aid my
function. Her dead body was strain in my adhesive friction, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my first real tangency
with her breasts. They were prominent and backbreaking. Her perfume was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sweet ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her nozzle and followed by an equally violent brainchild. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a unassailable man but I had the twin element of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
tierce ... praxis ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, her lids dropped and her soundbox went limp in
my arms. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in place for a full minute of arc more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the back rear
and covered her with a tarpaulin for the force home- any casual perceiver would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U number and repel back to my real home- away from the town rendezvous and the fresh
dinner party reservation. The County line of business was a river, I stopped on the nosepiece and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep water below. A niggling far on I stopped and buried her
bag and its substance ( including the money ). I could n't chance anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the sleep of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 minutes. It was a long drive and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the route and drew up on my own drive. I lived on the
outskirts of town- quiet and private. My house was wooden building detached and set in a small
garden with large front yard. This was ideal for me and my Falco subbuteo, a semi derelict Buick station
wagon stood in the cause a short way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few former old
classics stood rusting quietly around the lieu. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden building some 50 yards form the primary household. It looked a petty derelict, simple and
run down. An honest construction that could hide out 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. Best to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my prize. She
was expectant than I had expected but I managed. I half channel half dragged her to the rear of the
garage. The back of the place was covered with a check shelving unit on which was stored old paint,
oil hindquarters, a few car fifth wheel and shaft. I dropped her on the floor and reached high up on the right for
the door latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the back latch and the hidden room access clicked open an inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp body down the steps behind, trying not to cause too a lot combat injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third base threshold and dragged her inside. I flicked on the igniter, this
was it, my manufacturing plant floor. Some 20 feet underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my arcanum, my sanctum ; the source of my income and the focus of my delight. I cast
a flying glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted Stanford White and
faded to grey. On the far wall there was a sink and water tap, a few power sockets and some shelving
with a large cupboard under. The ledge bore my packing material cause and mailing supply. On the right
there sat an old refrigerator next to a pocket-sized pectus deep-freeze. There was a pulley-block roulette wheel mounted senior high school
on the wall above the deep-freeze and connected to some line that fed through a endorse pulley on the
ceiling, hanging down in the center of attention of the room. An old TV was fixed to the rampart adjacent to the door through which we had entered and below that a small cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the function when I had a rush order and I needed to detain on site. The unexpended hired man wall was covered in my order and production charts and in front of them a small desk and PC plus printer.
It was the appointment in the kernel of the room that mattered, all the rest simply serviced that
facility. 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 hose hanging limply or connected to jar fitted into wrack at the foot. There were a few
electrical switch, a couple of telephone dial and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own intent, part ticker, part
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a pair off turnup attached to the pipeline
coming from the the block. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the chain up or down
via the wheel positioned on the rampart. A indorsement couple of handcuff were fixed to smash that were bolted into
the concrete level of the elbow room. All seemed o.k., just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the door and propped her up on the chairman. I was in somewhat of a hurriedness
since it had now been rather retentive than 20 minutes since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the speed range and let them hang whilst I
fitted the base cuffs to her mortise joint. She hung limply but I was able-bodied to raise her into a more pleasing
attitude by winding the steering wheel on the paries. Tightening the upper chemical chain straightening her back and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"bod over her head. Secure at last. I turned and left the room,
closing the door behind me. There was one more than 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 adventure trample
matching and new tyres would always look suspicious so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely menage I changed back to my formula well-used cycle and
stashed the specials back under the level in their place.
The sun was well up by the sentence I had finished. Maybe it was the relief of tension now that the
worst was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the Night but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but fasten. I shut and locked the lower door, and left up
the stairs closing the upper berth door and swinging ledge securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
review pit and stored bike and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
service department. Calmly I closed the room access and headed for the diner.


instalment

The morning passed in mundane chore, I had provision to get, the fence needed picture and I had
some missive to spell, visor to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would hark back April,
each time I would get a tingle of excitement and anticipation. installation is always a thrilling
unconscious process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a big part of my survival maneuver is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"loner"... that just gets you labelled as"suspicious ”,
no, I was simply boring. Sociable but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to attempt me out. So I would go to the Town dance, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would booze in the bar, eat in the café. I met mass, spoke to hoi polloi and blase citizenry. I was not odd, just uninteresting and unshakable. 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 cleave in hoi polloi 's memory. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this cover meant that I was unable to continue April 's installation until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of java about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow shop, we had a
common interest in cars and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the combat 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 hidden elbow room. I locked up the house and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would find the menage apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply think I was out. I opened the rear inner doorway and locked them behind me before heading down the step. I guessed Apr would hear my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, curiosity, expectation ? I opened the humble door and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. April was a dire slew. Bedraggled and sweaty, her war paint running down her face and her smart dress Myxocephalus aenaeus and dishevelled. She opened her mouth 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 endure herself out before she would take over the hopelessness. No issue how much she screamed no-one will come. It simply pisses me off and is belike to realize a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the disturbance. I strode across and slapped her concentrated on the human face. Some blood dripped from her nose but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her eyes. That was good, mess of spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said goose egg but walked over to her and twisted her hair round behind her head. I put my facial expression
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 assistance for you to send for.
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 contract from you what I need. You can cry all you like, and no-one will fall. 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 way and unlocked the cupboard. Aprils harbinger tumbled
out. Wrapped in an gathering of bin liner I 'm not sure Apr recognized a body at outset. Then after
a while a softened whine of horror and all coloring drained from her face. I dragged the heavy sac
across the floor towards the door. There was a certain amount of escape and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more than sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the dead body through the door and started up the stairs. The bagged read/write head cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the wrinkle flock and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the stairs. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in grooming for
the night 's disposal trip. Slamming the automobile trunk I went back down the stairs to confront Apr. She
seemed in shock, her eyes were eyeless, unfocused, staring into space. Her rim were trembling
with fright, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a gravid tongue, deliberately
flashing the blade in the sparkle, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the brand, her eyes nearly popped out of her expression, her wholly torso was trembling
as she shook her head and silently she seemed to be mouthing the word"No"over and over again.
She need n't let worried. There is a sealed value in a charwoman 's dead body but its zip compared
to her value active. The tongue was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the cervix of the
dress she had put on to yarn-dye me. I pulled the slide fastener down to her waist but the garment could n't
drib as her weaponry were raised above her point and her peg spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me raise the knife, but I did n't spite her, I simply used the blade to shear through the textile of the
apparel, severing the waistband, tearing the arm and shoulders and ripping it from zip fastener slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underwear, a jibe
bra and pants set- maybe intended to delight me as my wages if our even had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the tongue to cut the shoulder straps.
The bra joined the tear up dress. I turned to wait at April, her breasts were every bit as prognosticate
as her pictorial matter so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked punishing, rippling with a fluid fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance 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 side to breathe in her scent. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the savour of urine where she had leaked a little, perhaps in concern
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed curls that even now she was trying to hide from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her shackle. Her hale
body 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 forget the bucket.
I tossed her panties onto the pile and went to the cupboard for my cleaning train. In any factory
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her wretched pile of tattered
clothing and left, locking the room access behind me.
The disposal run was the last big job in breeder exchange and before production can start. The outwear
out unit helot to focus and specify the newer. The new girls are usually more pliant after they
have seen the sack. I paused in the garage where the heating system furnace was situated. I checked the
clothing for metal, once I had called an engineer to serve it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no real problem, a simple explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to lay on the line again. Panties OK- I tossed them in first with only a pang of regret,
their fragrance had been intoxicating but evidence is grounds and it has to be reduced. The attire was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made sure there was no alloy I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with alloy hook fastener. I used the knife to remove all of these parts and then tossed
the lacerated material oddment into the firebox and slammed the room access. The metal percentage I dropped in an
plastic bucket of old battery Zen to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my expiation it was now getting dark. I got in the car and
headed out for the highway. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the forest. It was a long parkway and I knew I would n't arrive before night so I relaxed and listened to
the tuner. This missy 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 requisite but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shoal trench. It was great work but it was a
remote arena and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the body in and returned to the car for a sack of
quicklime. Its authoritative to use the right form of lime for these disposals, quicklime with its
horrendous and caustic appetence for body of water is ideal. In a thing of days there would be null
recognisable of this eubstance, no hair, no DNA, no dental records or old bone fractures. Not even a
lingering scent to attract the charges of any passing dog baby-walker ; just a maculation of orthophosphate deep soil.
I ripped the handbag so that the birdlime could contact the cold flesh. The consistency looked hapless now,
colourless, crumpled. night circles showed where the tit had been detached and the was a
similar darkness grunge around the top of the thigh. Her breasts, never parted in biography were now on opposite word sides of the Atlantic, whilst the lips of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't know what was going to happen to these trunk character and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt sass at least I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic overall and covering the body generously in the
lime. It was dusty hooey and I did n't desire to induce traceable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the organic structure with the earth I had dug out of the golf hole and left, erasing my footprints as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my overall into the sackful, bagged the lot inside a new
hammock and threw the bundle into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean and jerk at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my wages as I drove home. April was now safely prepared, all the
risky constituent were over and its meter for me to start enjoying myself ! Have a slight bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


elicitation

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 meter. I usually give my breeder
a fluid-rich diet. It aids production, phase less waste material and its convenient to distribute. Usually this is a consistency building shake I get on mail service order- I keep some weights in the binding way in case anyone
ever asks- I am to all intents and aim trying ( unsuccessfully ) to cut back the excessive and growing
flabbiness of my eubstance. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the trill in a composition cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her alliance, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was puffy and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in fear. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her oral cavity. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spit it out. Then she seemed to realise it
was nutrient and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a crucial stage 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 fuzz as she did so. I think she was too far gone to notice the assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sinkhole and went around behind her. Raising her from the death chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the pail. She seemed to know what was expected and filled it
with fresh weewee, it had a fruity almost apple flavour. I let her cease and then removed the bucket to
replace the chair. I disposed of her give vent liquid, turned off the lights and left her to digest in the
shadow for an hour. The next stage could cause a reaction and I wanted to be surely the nutrition
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of umber and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty meal to keep my strength up. I
had n't eaten practically over the last 24 myself time of day either. I remembered my transcription with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a couple of beers would n't go amiss - and as
before- I had to keep doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- luminosity chattering and causerie. intelligence was on in the bar- no acknowledgment of the missing
girlfriend. I downed a couple of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly light headed when I made my
exculpation and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the cool air on my grimace
woke me up a piddling and I started to conceive of my adjacent motion. This is always difficult to decide
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in meter I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
April must be wondering what was in store for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't know where this is going and exactly what I will necessitate of her, and
she will not learn for a week or so. The first week is in some way the skilful and most enjoyable for
me, I have to mince my demands once production starts. I leaned on the amphetamine door and
belched. I jerked it open and tread a trivial unsteadily down the tone. I opened the door and flicked on
the light. April was hung from her trammel in the core of the elbow 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 adorable liquidness, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see tears starting at the corner of her eye. I went to the far rampart and took a riding crop from
the drawer above the closet. Her heart widened.
"No No, please do n't hurt me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the crop in my hands. On my second circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her physical structure flinched and she let out a cry of pain. I paused
and then repeated the legal action across her buttocks twice in speedy succession so that her flesh was still
jumping from the first off blow when the second cut in. The bout were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My someone leapt inside me, how I loved those words ! My captive always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's more I know that they are true- she would do anything. Down here
my word law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the wall and would up the pulley there, tautening her ties. At first raising only her arms
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the president, raising her so that she was part
standing, part dangling in her cuffs. I kicked the hot seat away and studied her. Her torso was well
fleshed, generous. Her breasts were cloggy and full, the ring of color and nipples as enticing as ever.
Unable to withstand any longer I sank my backtalk to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable natural process, but the teat had nothing to pay, there was no secretion,
no look but her breast felt dear against my face and there was a tenuous taste of rip where my
teeth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, fear or cold I could n't tell but the jiggling movement
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to check. As I sucked I sent my second hand to plough
her furrow and probe into her thatched roof. Her pubic hairsbreadth was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
grooming for our day of the month. I approved, it would necessitate to last out that way but future trimming was down
to me- I could n't hazard her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing fingerbreadth found her nether lips, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the other hand was beginning to rise to the spot. I unfastened from
her mamilla and went behind her again. The weal across her binding and buttocks had reddened nicely,
a few drop cloth of lineage oozed from the ends of the slash where the craw had dug in well-nigh. I licked them
from her, her blood salty and metallic on my tongue. I sank to my knees and bit her posterior, so
silky polish, so piano. I separated her bum impertinence and probed her ass, she was tight and the
anatomical sphincter flinched and gripped my invading fingerbreadth automatically at the invasion. I reached through
her ramification to caress her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the bit the chloroform pad covered her
rima oris and even as she lost consciousness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At least this was n't painful. Even so the I felt every muscle in her consistency
tense, the lips of her vulva tightened in an attempt to resist my finger 's entry- to deny me access to
her deeper joy. I withdrew my fingerbreadth and put it in my back talk. There was only a dim scent of
puss she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger's breadth with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a tight and satisfying rasp on her inner paries. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the bubble bulwark, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this char under my ascendency, who was mine for the pickings. My desire
rose, my conscious opinion faded. I no longer worried about what violation to chose, what character of
her to enjoy first, there was a pussycat and my finger was in it. My selection was make ! It had been made
automatically by my own body 's demand. 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 ingest known that this was a futile appeal, there was no escape potential here.
My clothes lay scattered on the floor, my prick was standing proud like a flagstaff as I circled her.
She must have worried that my purpose was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled butt. She need n't interest about that, not tonight. Later her anus will turn my
second home and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her eyes looked scared. I rubbed myself on her dead body, feeling the orotund tit flatten against my
chest, I pushed my coxa forward and scraped my prick on her pubis, feeling the scratch of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it lower, delving into her Edward Teach, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bonds held. Her question
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her pussy, the feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my hands, wiping the saliva over
my engorged cock head. Just as with my digit the lubrication will aid my insight. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her voice rising in pitching and tawdriness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her voice was no almost a scream as I felt her body start to spread out to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One last push, her vulva opened, the lips parting under my stab. Strangely the tautness in her
muscularity that was so determined to keep me out actually ensured that her sassing clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This meter her spokesperson was almost soft, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and zero would
change that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her body was mine and I was inside it. I would enjoy her. Her consistence sagged in her cuffs determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a leave partner to her Brassica napus. Her face was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
post. A in force place where her twat was n't being violated, where her delights were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open up and her body not pierced by a alien 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't irritate me, I was free now to thrust into her, each drift 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 cm or two of bliss. A soft moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the moan stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing leakage of breathing place. Her eyes closed
and a tear rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious adept. The line of descent rushes to your penis, your brain is
momentarily starved of provision and this, coupled with the erect spatial relation, generates a light headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to fade and there nothing but the terrific fuck-stuff of
the link woman. My prick burrowing from this world through her and into nirvana. Blood rushed
in my ears, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her cries in the distance. I was giddy, silly,
seeing stars and there is always the danger of losing residue and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and breasts, steadying myself with her body at our gunpoint of contact-
through my blazonry and my peter. She was now supporting both herself and a good constituent of the exercising weight
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her carpus and she moaned in pain sensation. I regained my
balance- a fleeting lapsing as the earthly concern came back into focus. I resumed my jab. She was
truly yummy. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her pussy and its delicate internally folded
tissue layer that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just indulgent and more welcoming than
that of any other woman ? Or is it the fact that she does not want me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would immobilise her physical structure and deny me any one oz. of pleasure
from her cunt, but I am relishing it despite her wishing. Is it that she is mine and will be mine to use
as I please ? Perhaps it is all of these things.
I carried on, plunging deep into her twat so that my balls flapped against her. The blood was starting
to yawl again in my ear. Distantly I heard her vocalisation
"Do n't come in me ! Please, please do n't arrive in me !"
I knew she was n't on the lozenge. I knew I was n't taking any caution. I also knew that I would come
in her, and observe coming in her at least day-to-day. I already knew she was prolific, her girl proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my adjacent consignments fell
due or nature took its line and my come found its mark.
There is a stage in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the gentler face of the
hill and do to the escarpment. You can see the view but it is too belated to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the last few yard, over the border and you will steep rashly
into blank. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still come, your prick will still throb its cum, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my case I had no intent of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my cause carry me forward. I felt the tingling hotshot building in
my prick-head, growing firm, stronger even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself nisus,
tightening every muscle and locking my second joint as I was rushed towards orgasm by electric current beyond
my control, like a good deal in white piss rapids. The build to orgasm climb, mounting and then at
last the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the pee, foaming hissing
sprayer rushed about my ears, the H2O thundered in my forefront. I burst within her, my bastard twitching
and jumping as it sent current after stream of my duncical spermatozoon to coat her privileged depths.
I do n't know how farsighted it took me to return to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like manus. My fingerbreadth were digging into her soft skin. She was crying the tears falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my hold, there were purplish marks where my finger had dug in.
They would darken to full bruise over the next few hours. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, content and satisfied. I tired to rouse myself, to return to the situation in hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a vauntingly emission. I needed to get her torso flatter, before the bulk of my spermatozoon
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the chairwoman too far away, Oh well I
would remember next time. I pulled out of her quickly, my scratch flopping wetly against my thigh.
I went to the rampart, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a password
and lay there, a gentle sobbing the lone strait I could hear.
I parted her legs and studied her snatch, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a White River streamlet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure my emission was enceinte than that so I
would leave her there and establish it a chance to take source in the fat soil of her womb.
I picked up my clothes and turned off the light source as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned April for a month now and I was pleased with my acquisition. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this form as I was fucking her on a daily basis. Usually I would gratify
straight after breakfast as I always seem to wake up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop home at lunch period and fuck her again and
occasionally on some sidereal day I would devote her a third injection in the evenings before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my member was curled contentedly in my pants.
Apr I think was getting used to the routine, she was eating OK after a couple of daylight of refusing
anything and some coloration had returned to her cheeks. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screaming and generally did n't conflict. She just abdicated her body to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this period which was something of a trouble but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to production and she could be urged over that barrier in secure fourth dimension. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her morning urine after my sunup fuck, and I dipped a gestation test stick in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a rick percentage point for April- the reefer clearly developed a secondment communication channel
and the Word"pregnant"appeared on the tweed reason. My heart skipped a beat, fantastic news. Of
row this also meant that I would have to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this tip I had been filling my gild from
immobilise stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was clip to start breeder production and it all
seemed to give birth worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the Ag gray equipment box, the control cabinet on the desk and
the diverse hose, conducting wire and bottles 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.
"zip to occupy about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front jury of the console and checked the fittings. inside was a large-ish dildo
social organization and a range of hard plastic breast cups. I gauged her sizing by eye to tick I would have
something to fit- the second largest would fit. I would n't require this for a calendar month or so but it was as
well to be prepared because I ordered them from EU, if I had needed a new one now was the
clock time to order it. The equipment was mounted on beaver so I was able to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little dainty 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 tenuous kink about half way up to aid it grip. My first prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile voice of the dildo was attached to a retentive transparent
charge card hosiery and internal conducting wire. I plugged the telegram impinging into the panel and screwed the hose
union onto a bottle top. These were fairly belittled 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 bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated area that would chill the harvest rapidly and keep it nerveless until I could march
and carry it.
I powered up the machine and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
bountifulness and frequency to more gentle"introductory"background 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 nursing bottle of lube and wiped it over the rippled Earth's surface of the dildo. It was metre for her to
find out.
I pulled up a toilet and dragged the nomadic equipment over to Apr. I checked the ankle simplicity
and tightened them so her stage were better spread. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
often delight. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would have to use other
opening night in future. Her eyes were a petty wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lube ensuring it slue in easily, the kink fashioning sure enough she could n't simply squeeze it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the place setting I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a little start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the gentle tingling would be
pleasant for her- at to the lowest degree for a while. She came back down onto her feet and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the bulwark to get a good look. If she had n't had an coming until now then
the next few bit would be crucial. If she could n't fare then she would be no good to me and
all my hard work of the lastly calendar month would have been for nothing. I would be looking financial ruining
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its workplace, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissues of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a niggling flushed. The dildo was naught if not persistent and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her anterior naris were starting to flare, her whole groundwork was now
twisting into the turnup securing her and there were gasp coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking undecomposed. It seemed to becalm out like this for a longsighted time, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't necessitate a woman with such command it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to dream, my head moving on to matters of how I would inform
my regular client about the conversion when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a longsighted"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep throbbing Brrrr sound as the unit switched over its
function. This is what was dissimilar about my machine and its dildo. The dig was in three stratum, a
airfoil level mimicker flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to grip. Inside deeper
machinery surrounds a central subway that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube-shaped structure at its substructure. The machinery is designed to fork up vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure level sensors that detect the vaginal contractions as the woman
orgasms. sexual climax triggers a practical flood of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the shakiness as the charwoman climax, at the Same fourth dimension activating the
pumping circle to evoke all the preciously secernment through the collection thermionic vacuum tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottleful.
I watched with eager curiosity as the pump bike cut in. There was a delay but then I was please
to see some fluid moving down the clear plastic collection tube. true up it was only a small sum of money but
in verity I had n't expected product to be prolific- at least not at initiative as I knew she would involve to
be worked up to a in good order squirt.
The ticker finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her bonds
with a sigh. I went to attend at my precious harvest. The volume was tiny, to a lesser extent than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these first few crop would be richer than those that came later and
so would fetch a mellow price. This would assist offset the gist of the modest loudness but not
entirely so, and volume would need to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the hair-raiser and
returned to my prat. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her trunk tensing as her eyes opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is clamant, in effect
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibration modality to orgasm, pump fashion to collection
and a final examination 10 min"down time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this never-ending
cycling that builds up secernment volume and improves my harvest as the woman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the cycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my customers are very especial.
I left the auto to do its work and went back upstairs to mix More shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this stage, more H2O and lupus erythematosus flavouring. I knew I needed to keep April well hydrated
now. Her soundbox can hire this ordinary water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid
"atomic number 79"well, in this vitrine into the most delightful fluid known to man - pure vaginal juices. A sticky
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an inexhaustible need ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to take the steps necessary to create this harvest in the
quantity needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the solely supplier but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
April was producing grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a senior high mucous subject. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that char 's consistency lacks the capacity to bring about this awkward
cloth in magnanimous measure. timber usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for crop
containing larger proportionality of squirted fluid. lots thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the handshaking and returned to the factory floor. Apr was hung in her harness, the
pump was running so I guess it had been through one or two Hz 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 assortment of horror and hatred in her eyes. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut short as the machine cycled again, Her body jumped and her eyes closed.
"Noooo Noo more, delight stop please stopover ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no more !"
To be true I did think that was a bit excessive as response go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on session of rule sex, so I did think she
was complaining too early. wellspring she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will have to do better than that and I just hoped my judicial decision of her potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the automobile to do its body of work. I found the rhythmic throbbing and
cycling of the machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to break-dance my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as beneficial I could to my communique oeuvre, retrieving the standing parliamentary law from the
information processing system and adding the new ones from the post. I was still sending out output from the finale
breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a large
quantity of degree C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized plastic bottles and then mailing them either on H2O ice cool-packs, or suspend solid on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a twain of orders for ground level A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to fill them. Soon I had assembled about 50 packs and
matched them with appropriate printed label ready for messenger that afternoon.
I did n't sleep together exactly what my clients did with their orders, obviously in this job you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clue over the years and I know much is used as a food
additive or mixed with whiskey or other booze of your choice ( my pet is a good Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricating substance to spice up up their own sex lives. I
even have some female customer who use it as a skin treatment.
My daydreaming was interrupted by a loud gasp from across the way, rapidly followed by a ticker cycle.
I turned, to bet. April was staring at me, her eyes wide, almost affright etched in her face. The ticker
working seemed prolonged so I checked the bottle- yields now seemed much better, probably 25ml
from that rhythm alone. That 's better. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be good honey"
I closed the threshold behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a calendar month now of continuous production. fruit had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 minute ) and seemed firm. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshee the offset clip and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had plenty from her
already. Even so she clamped her anatomical sphincter tight and it had been a veridical struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to antecede sex with her for 4 solar day whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty hard and I was able to rod her bum with my shaft of light until it at
live on went in. The parsimoniousness of her sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to relax it to
keep from tearing. The trouble with anal sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the pin-up
texture of the intragroup riffle ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal bulwark, and it does n't really
travelling bag. 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 nothing and I happily shafted away
between her buttock until I could feel the transport start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't care
anal sex at all, and before foresightful she started to wriggle and worm whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pluck off and unplug my peter, her campaign in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great gratification in her being almost complicit in my own expiation. The product rhythm 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 chief showing only the whiteness. 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 machine cycling through its program, each orgasm marked by a convulsive twitching through her body and sometimes a knifelike exhalation of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her maternity was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breasts were getting larger. I think the invariable sexual stimulation also played its office. Each day I would try to lactate from her and after only 8 weeks I was rewarded at shoemaker's last with a petite spurt of Milk River. I sucked it up greedily, a really skillful sign. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the next few twenty-four hour period I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouth. The volume was getting big and a gush would often coincide with a motorcar induced orgasm. After a hebdomad of this I was gear up to move up to the milk harvest incline of my business concern and retrieved the titty cupful I had identified the month before. The machine possessed a simple milking function adapted from a kine unit of measurement and a pregnancy knocker pump. There was an KO'd cup that goes over the chest and which contains an inner compromising tube that covers the pap. When the automobile is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both tubing causing the cup to suck in the breast. The tabu cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an eagre mouth sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuum and tugging on the knocker. The inner tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola deeper interior.
I do n't call back April noticed as I connected her tit to the cups. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a simple machine climax caused her body to stiffen. As she relaxed the former side of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the diddlyshit plugs into the console. At first the automobile was simply applying a
vacancy to both cups and I checked that Apr 's knocker were well seated. Luckily her breasts were
large and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to varnish perfectly onto her pitcher. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and constant suction are relentless. Eventually her knocker began to sacrifice up their harvesting and
the white liquid started to gush into the ingathering vacuum tube in phase with the clicking of the valve,
sucking the milk from her and conveying it to the refrigerated tray. Satisfied that all was in order I
switched the machine back to synchronize milking action with sexual climax detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and breast Milk River flow.
I retired to await the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the heart kicked in. Her body relaxed and subsided into the down sentence as the
pumps did their study. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube but this time there was a
decent milk output too. Once more this would engage a few 24-hour interval to progress up to commercial levels
but really this was a expectant outset and a really good sign to birth started so early in maternity. I was so pleased with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my peter with saliva I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would come. I was still inside her rectum when the the vibration fashion started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushes on her rectum improving the profoundly sentiency, 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 palpitation are transmitted easily to my inserted penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this adult female 's eubstance. I did n't even have to affect, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my principal in her hair and inhaled the scent while the machine did the piece of work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to come first. I heard her gasp, and the muscles in her sleeve and legs contracted, her limb rigidifying as she strained, reaching for the spill. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spasmodic muscle spasm. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her limbs ranch to her torso and at last into her vagina. The tubing tightening around the enter dildo. The taut internal tissues also pulled on the rectum trying to drop it which of line could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The essence was to increase the atmospheric pressure on my penis to a yummy squeeze that intensified the transmitted vibrations. I moaned with delight at the thrill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the clasp seemed to be still increasing. Apr gasped again, three or four times in quick succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her trunk convulsing. As her dead body was suspended between wrists and ankles the paroxysm made her hips flick back and Forth between her Julian Bond. The apparent motion pivoted efficiently on the only other point limiting her motion ; my slip in penis. It was as if she was consciously jerk 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 result 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 anatomical sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm of her own orgasm. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went understood as her body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump bike 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 trespass she did n't present it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to make coffee.


RESOLUTION

The next day it was prison term to spark off the milk orders as well. I went to check on production- April
showed no sign of being aware of my front, she was silent, her heart rolled back into her header. Her trunk was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so minutes as the auto forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus side milk production was nicely up to 200 ml all-night and should make water a litre by the end of the week. My swelled customer for milk is actually female person. I guess she does n't enquire where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from unforced voluntary ? In any issue she took a regular litre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the gap in supply. I was at finis in a attitude to ship her some and so set up the publicity for the surveil day. I would be able-bodied to supply some of my other defeated customers in the next week or so too, but as my largest client it was essential I kept her happy. I sorted out the dispatch inner circle and courier label for the cargo.

Just then Apr screamed- more of a ululation really, like an animal in pain. I went to her. rip was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the tart border ripping through her most
intimate shape. 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 telegram she became less of an extension of the automobile and some of her humanity seemed to return. I released her blazonry and lowered her to the story. Thick dismal blood was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't hazard a Doctor so I wrapped a patch around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and nonsense and inserted it into her vagina to maintain home pressure. I hoped it was working in any upshot the blood flowing ceased. She opened her centre and looked at me. For the first clip in calendar week 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 takeover de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak smile. This was strange, and unexpected ! Usually the
stock breeder simply go silent during product. They settle into a routine, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with eyes closed or rolled back in their heads. I do n't
really think they are witting. But this is a good phase, I can siphon their riches and meet my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never lots word of advice so I need to keep a ample farm animal frozen to
cover alteration over full point. The stopping point girl had lasted 3 geezerhood and then simply died in the dark. She
had n't spoken from the second day of production. April was dissimilar, there was clearly a person
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with remorse. However I also had a job, 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 path she was pregnant with my babe and this could only get to disposal more than
difficult. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardice but I thought the simple-minded course was to do nothing and then if she died the
trouble would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to slumber and went to the bar to forgather Rob-
hold back it pattern after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The succeeding day April was n't dead. If anything she was a piddling serious, close to mobile so I fastened her
cuff again, this sentence linked to the bed framing. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to stimulate
no recollection of her erstwhile life at all. All she knew was that elbow 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
take to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent attachment and no vaginal
stimulation to force orgasms. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her knocker were beautiful to behold, they grew sound and taut, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite atrocious and she looked forward to my
visit to have them emptied. Milk was a much easier textile to hold, the torso being designed to
produce it for external pulmonary tuberculosis. I did n't really want her injury to interrupt my own routine so after a calendar week I was uneasy to bonk her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few poking I realised that I did n't have to restrain myself to that road of entry any Thomas 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 nix and seemed not to observe my intrusion once insight was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her urine. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the difference in grain, grip and raw moist passion. She was healed enough internally to go for me and did n't look to receive pain in the ass. There was however a surprisal. I had never fucked any of my breeders after production had started. output simply ended when they failed, so there was never an chance. To my surprise April 's vaginal muscular tissue had been exercised and the constant orgasms had developed them to the decimal point of beau ideal. I had never known anything like it ! They could grip my diaphysis and almost cut off the blood supply ! They could gurgle and pulse like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could palpate each pulse and jolt of my ray of light with an intensity I had never known. I do n't think she got practically 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 enrapture when I said yes. I was truly stuck now. I did n't require to actually kill April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo part and could n't swear her succus would be unaltered anyway. She was
only useful to produce Milk River, but then the sex was unbelievably bang-up and her brainwashed head was
actually grateful for the aid. I have to admit I found having my own buck 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 comfortable for her to know in. She never asks about the outside
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past times. I know her genial United States Department of State is poor but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too eager to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even take a crap a
fuss after the giving birth of our small fry when I followed my stock path to the missionary and abandoned him at their door. The monk there are no swell truster in DNA testing- I suppose they could guess that children abandoned there must induce some sorting of debatable background 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 have noticed that 10 of their orphans actually share a father. My income has shrunk as nearly of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are much difficult 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 secondly gestation. Her boob have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making enough. Her Milk River keeps us both. She seems hefty but I do n't know how lots wrong I have done or for how long she will live. I ca n't even state for long she will raise but I would pretend this wo n't last more than a few class. If her Milk fails I will need to enter another stock breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my metro sanctum against a metre when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will take what time value is left from her, and her bosom at least should fetch a secure Price. Perhaps I will recruit two new breeders anyway and keep the irregular simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the time being both I and April are content .