ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the dining car.
The night 's exercise had left my physical structure feeling pleasantly used, I took a insect bite of my burger- the inwardness
was charred around the sharpness from the griddle- the piercingly crunch mingled well with the perceptiveness of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a unconstipated. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buttocks. I admired the thought for a moment before calling her over to order More
coffee berry.
It had been a successful dark and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always hard but I have to replenish the breeder or my supply origin literally dries up. Clients
across the existence would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost order ”.
They will remove their job elsewhere. In this line of business of workplace I am acutely cognisant that I am only as
undecomposed as my end consignment. It would take a piece but I should have supplies before my next
shipments are due.
The breakfast news show came on the TV ... a storey about a missing young woman. I tensed but no-one in the dining compartment
seemed to notice. There was a characterisation, it was n't even a good likeness and I relaxed. My trail were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate person miss was now confined.
It had been pretty sluttish, a school text case in fact. I had befriended Apr on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and queasy for a new partner, a new father for her fry. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the inaugural two
opportunity to meet- not appearing too eager. Each clip 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 to a greater extent intimate variety. Mine were not of me of course, I 'd chosen
them from a selection on line to match more closely her ideal- the adiposis middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his burger was certainly not what she had in brain. Apr, I had learned
was 24, a unity parent. This all boded well for me, young, fertile and with a body already gear up
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with tumid than average chest. When I saw
her pictures it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their skin was creamy Andrew Dickson White, but the gloomy
outline of her veins spread like a river organization beneath. Her mammilla were unspecific with spreading
areola and each aegir a spectacular berry-like teat at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested good potential for output ; water-rich form and generous secreting power. True I
would not get to glean her breast for a month or so but they were a firm guide to breeder
selection.
On her third petition I agreed to meet, I asked her to take the bus to the next town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and meet me for a potable and repast at a topical anesthetic eating house. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street gens, bar and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive situation and she would be both impressed and influence. I
even phoned to stool a booking under my arrogate figure in causa she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minutes before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a tike modification in
plan. I had just picked up my car from the workshop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her focusing anyway ! Why not get off the bus a couple of stops earlier
and then we could make it together ? I had taken my clock time and built the trust, she did n't even question it
and happily agreed to get off 4 stops out of town. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus occlusion for folks heading to the lake, a scant manner of walking through the woodwind.
However this time in the evening and this time of year there were no such visitor and I was already
hidden in the bushes, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its brightness glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a flash raspberry escaping its air brakes. A
single female figure 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 show it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any tending. The bus pulled away in a snow flurry of junk and spent Diesel.
April stood at the full stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the plosive consonant with its luminousness on- obvious for her to see. I of course was n't in it. To get through it
Apr would have to walk past the colored part of the President George W. Bush, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupier she assumed would be there. She started to take the air towards my
hiding station, closer, closer. She was one step to my leftfield, she was in front of me and then one stride to
my rightfield, in social movement of my concealing place. I rose silently like a malign spirit from the grave, she was
unaware of her jeopardy, In one Swift drive I reached around her nous clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue paper over her mouth and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of breather would be followed by a deep inhalation that would aid my
purposes. Her body was tense up in my grip, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my first literal physical contact
with her breasts. They were orotund and clayey. Her fragrance was pleasant, womanly but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sweet ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally violent inspiration. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a unassailable man but I had the twin elements of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third base ... recitation ? Her middle rolled upwards in her school principal, her lids dropped and her body went limp in
my subdivision. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in office for a full minute more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her hobble body the residual of the way to the car. I spread her on the plunk for seat
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any daily observer would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U good turn and drove back to my real home- away from the town rendezvous and the fresh
dinner party reservation. The County line was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellular phone
over the barrier- it plopped into the trench water below. A minuscule further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its subject ( including the money ). I could n't put on the line anything that might describe back to me. I
drove the residual of the way, topping up her trichloromethane 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 campaign. I lived on the
outskirts of town- calm and private. My house was wooden construction detached and set in a small
garden with large strawman railway yard. This was paragon for me and my Falco subbuteo, a semi derelict Buick station
wagon stood in the drive a forgetful way from the service department. I would fix it one day. A few early old
classic stood rusting quietly around the place. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden building some 50 yards form the independent star sign. It looked a little abandoned ship, simple and
run down. An honest construction that could hide nothing.
I parked in figurehead of the garage and got out to spread out 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 heavier than I had expected but I managed. I half deport half dragged her to the rear of the
service department. The rear of the position was covered with a fitted shelving social unit on which was stored old paint,
oil cans, a few car spares and tools. I dropped her on the level and reached in high spirits up on the right wing for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged give revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the second latch and the obliterate door clicked open an inch or two. I pulled it blanket and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to do too much injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the thirdly door and dragged her interior. I flicked on the ignitor, this
was it, my factory floor. Some 20 feet belowground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my secret, my holy place ; the source of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast
a quick glance around the elbow room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted white and
faded to grey. On the far bulwark there was a sink and hydrant, a few great power sockets and some shelving
with a large closet under. The shelves bore my packing material cases and mailing supplies. On the right
there sat an old icebox next to a pocket-sized dresser freezer. There was a block bicycle mounted high
on the wall above the Deepfreeze and connected to some lines that fed through a irregular pulley on the
cap, hanging down in the substance of the way. An old TV was fixed to the wall succeeding to the door through which we had entered and below that a small cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a boot Order and I needed to stay on site. The left hand paries was covered in my gild and production charts and in figurehead of them a small 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 centre of the way stood a electric chair, simple, wooden, with some BASIC padding on
the seat. A grey featureless box of equipment stood next to it, wires trailing to the paries sockets and
several hoses hanging limply or connected to shock fitted into wrack at the basis. There were a few
switches, a duo of dial and a big businessman light ( currently off ). It was my own aim, section pump, part
icebox and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a yoke off cuffs attached to the lines
coming from the the pulley-block. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the strand up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A second duad of cuffs were fixed to belts that were bolted into
the concrete level of the way. All seemed fine, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the door and propped her up on the hot seat. I was in somewhat of a hurriedness
since it had now been rather longsighted than 20 proceedings since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the upper strand and let them hang up whilst I
fitted the floor manacle to her articulatio talocruralis. She hung limply but I was able to raise her into a more pleasing
spot by winding the wheel on the rampart. Tightening the upper chains straightening her back and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"build over her oral sex. Secure at final stage. I turned and left the room,
closing the door behind me. There was one more task-tedious but necessary, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a second set of Tyre in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't risk step
matching and new tyres would always look suspicious so I had acquired a s set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely household I changed back to my normal well-used steering wheel and
stashed the specials back under the floor in their place.
The sun was well up by the sentence I had finished. Maybe it was the relief of tension now that the
high-risk was over or maybe it was simply from the sweat of the nighttime but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but secure. I shut and locked the lower door, and left up
the steps closing the upper door and swinging shelf securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
review pit and stored wheels and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the doorway and headed for the diner.


initiation

The morning passed in mundane chores, I had supplies to get, the fence needed painting and I had
some letters to write, bills to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd present moment I would recall Apr,
each fourth dimension I would get a shudder of excitement and anticipation. installing is always a thrilling
process 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"lone hand"... that just gets you labelled as"suspicious ”,
no, I was simply boring. social but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to seek me out. So I would go to the townspeople terpsichore, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would tope in the bar, eat in the café. I met people, spoke to people and world-weary people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and steady. So keep up the normal behaviour- no unexplained disappearance in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will stick in people 's remembering. It was
Sat and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this natural covering meant that I was unable to continue Apr 's installation until around 4 that good afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of coffee about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow shop, we had a
common interest in car and he ( as common ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the rubbish chiliad ! 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 mysterious room. I locked up the planetary house and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would get the house apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply conceive I was out. I opened the rear internal doors and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed April would find out my origin and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, rarity, prediction ? I opened the miserable door and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. April was a terrible visual sense. Bedraggled and sweaty, her physical composition running down her face and her smart dress grubby and dishevelled. She opened her oral cavity and let out a thigh-slapper as I entered. No trouble, it was part of my programme. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the age and I needed her to wear herself out before she would swallow the hopelessness. No matter how a lot she screamed no-one will come in. It simply pisses me off and is probable to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the racket. I strode across and slapped her severe on the case. Some stock dripped from her nose but the stochasticity stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her eyes. That was ripe, lots of spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nothing but walked over to her and twisted her whisker rhythm behind her head. I put my face
close to hers and hissed into her ear.
"Shut up, you are here with me and I have you. There 's no-one else here, no assistant for you to call.
Your biography is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and drive from you what I need. You can scream all you like, and no-one will come. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of incredulity in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it slant be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the elbow room and unlocked the cupboard. Apr predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an gathering of bin liners I 'm not sure April recognized a body at first. Then after
a while a muffled whimper of horror and all color drained from her face. I dragged the heavy chemise
across the level towards the door. There was a certain amount of escape and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more sacque to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the body through the threshold and started up the stairs. The pocket head cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the bent mickle and locked the threshold behind me before pulling and tugging
the liberation up the stairs. Very strong-arm study this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in provision for
the nighttime 's disposition trip. Slamming the tree trunk I went back down the steps to confront April. She
seemed in shock, her eye were sightless, unfocussed, staring into space. Her lips were trembling
with veneration, this was now all too really. I went to the cupboard and removed a turgid knife, deliberately
flashing the steel in the light, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her eyes nearly popped out of her face, her hale torso was trembling
as she shook her headspring and silently she seemed to be mouthing the intelligence"No"over and over again.
She need n't own worried. There is a certain economic value in a cleaning lady 's dead soundbox but its nothing compared
to her value animated. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
clothes she had put on to impress me. I pulled the slide fastener down to her waistline but the garment could n't
cliff as her coat of arms were raised above her drumhead and her ramification bed covering and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me raise the knife, but I did n't anguish her, I simply used the blade to fleece through the cloth of the
apparel, severing the waistcloth, tearing the sleeves and shoulders and ripping it from zip time slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underclothing, a equal
bra and bloomers set- maybe intended to please me as my reward if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her authority. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the articulatio humeri straps.
The bra joined the rip up frock. I turned to await at April, her chest were every bit as promise
as her pictures so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked grievous, rippling with a liquid state fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to outdistance her soft build from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the tank air. I muttered in admiration, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her step-in next, raising the pluck fabric to my face to inhale her scent. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with confection and the zest of urine where she had leaked a little, perhaps in fright
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her Teach as I inhaled, neat trimmed scroll that even now she was trying to hide from my regard by squirming and twisting in her adherence. Her whole
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 eubstance and leave the bucket.
I tossed her panties onto the pile and went to the cupboard for my cleanup gear. In any factory
cleanliness is necessity, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic pile of tattered
wearable and left, locking the doorway behind me.
The disposal run was the stopping point big job in breeder telephone exchange and before yield can start. The assume
out unit villein to focus and condition the newer. The new girls are usually more pliant after they
have seen the dismission. I paused in the service department where the heating 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 real problem, a simple explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. Panties OK- I tossed them in number 1 with only a twinge of sorrow,
their aroma had been intoxicating but evidence is evidence and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made trusted there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal crotchet fasteners. I used the knife to remove all of these parts and then tossed
the shoot textile remnant into the firebox and slammed the room access. The metal parts I dropped in an
charge plate bucketful of old battery acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these placement to my satisfaction 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 timber. It was a farsighted thrust and I knew I would n't arrive before wickedness so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This girl had been missing for nearly three geezerhood now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively unbend about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow trench. It was labored piece of work but it was a
remote expanse and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the organic structure in and returned to the car for a discharge of
quicklime. Its significant to use the right cast of hydrated lime for these disposals, quicklime with its
dire and caustic appetite for water is idealistic. In a matter of days there would be zilch
recognisable of this soundbox, no hair, no DNA, no dental phonograph recording or old off-white crack. Not even a
lingering scent to attract the electric charge of any passing play dog Zimmer ; just a patch of phosphate rich ground.
I ripped the bags so that the calcium hydroxide could contact the cold flesh. The body looked pathetic now,
colourless, crumpled. dark circles showed where the breasts had been detached and the was a
standardised dark smirch around the top of the thighs. Her breasts, never parted in life-time were now on opposite English of the Atlantic, whilst the lips of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't have sex what was going to happen to these soundbox function and I had been well paid not to ask. Her pussy mouth at least I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic overalls and covering the torso generously in the
lime. It was moth-eaten hooey and I did n't need to have trackable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the earth I had dug out of the hole and left, erasing my step as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my boilers suit into the dismission, bagged the lot inside a new
carrier bag and threw the packet 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 rewards as I drove home. April was now safely prepared, all the
risky parts were over and its time for me to go enjoying myself ! Have a picayune 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 mind
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that meter. I usually give my breeders
a fluid-rich dieting. It aids production, manakin less dissipation and its convenient to administrate. Usually this is a consistence building shake I get on post order- I keep some weightiness in the back room in case anyone
ever asks- I am to all intents and role trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the excessive and growing
limpness of my consistency. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a paper cup before
heading down to my mill floor.
April was hanging in her bonds, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was intumescent 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 ptyalise it out. Then she seemed to agnize it
was intellectual nourishment and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a crucial microscope stage in stock breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hindrance. Soon she would be grateful to me for these disruption, but for now I let her tope
and stroked her hair as she did so. I think she was too far gone to remark the rape. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sink and went around behind her. Raising her from the 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 new urine, it had a fruity almost apple smell. I let her fetch up and then removed the bucket to
supplant the chair. I disposed of her air out liquid, turned off the lights and left her to digest in the
wickedness for an minute. The next stagecoach could do a reaction and I wanted to be sure the nourishment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty repast to keep my potency up. I
had n't eaten very much over the last 24 myself hour either. I remembered my arrangement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a couple of beers would n't go amiss - and as
before- I had to keep doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- light cackle and gossip. intelligence was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
daughter. I downed a duo of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly clear headed when I made my
self-justification and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my shoes, the cool air on my face
woke me up a little and I started to cerebrate of my side by side move. This is always unmanageable to settle
because when you can do anything how do prefer ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
April must be wondering what was in memory board for her, she must be expecting some kind of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't make out where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not watch for a week or so. The offset week is in some ways the expert and most enjoyable for
me, I have to temper my demand once production starts. I leaned on the speed door and
belched. I jerked it open and tread a small unsteadily down the steps. I opened the door and flicked on
the light. April was hung from her bail bond in the centre 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 bosom shaking with that pin-up fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you desire ?"Please let me go"
I could see teardrop starting at the corner 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, please do n't ache 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 gear electrical circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of pain. I paused
and then repeated the action across her buttocks twice in speedy ecological succession so that her chassis was still
jumping from the maiden reverse when the second cut in. The rip were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My soul leapt inside me, how I loved those watchword ! My prisoner always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's more than I know that they are true- she would do anything. down feather 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 sleeper. At commencement raising only her arms
above her brain, then further until she was dragged from the chairperson, raising her so that she was function
standing, percentage hanging in her cuffs. I kicked the chairwoman away and studied her. Her organic structure was well
fleshed, generous. Her breasts were heavy and full, the ring of color and mammilla as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any farsighted I sank my oral cavity to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an gratifying action at law, but the nipple had zippo to give, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her breast felt practiced against my facial expression and there was a slight taste of descent where my
tooth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, fear or common cold I could n't say but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to watch over. As I sucked I sent my second hand to plough
her furrow and investigation into her thatch. Her pubic tomentum was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our date. I approved, it would need to ride out that way but future trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing finger's breadth found her chthonian backtalk, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the other hand was beginning to prove to the situation. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The welts across her back and buttocks had reddened nicely,
a few pearl of origin oozed from the ends of the virgule where the craw had dug in nearly. I licked them
from her, her rake salty and metallic on my natural language. I sank to my human knee and bit her buttock, so
silky polish, so gentle. I separated her bum cheek and probed her ass, she was tight and the
anatomical sphincter flinched and gripped my invading finger automatically at the intrusion. I reached through
her legs to caress her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the moment the chloroform pad covered her
mouth and even as she lost consciousness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At least this was n't terrible. Even so the I felt every muscleman in her body
tense, the lips of her vulva tightened in an attempt to resist my finger 's entry- to abnegate me approach to
her deeper delights. I withdrew my finger and put it in my oral fissure. There was only a light scent of
cunt she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscleman, a mean and satisfying rasp on her inner rampart. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my fingerbreadth in and out of her, feeling the rippled walls, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this fair sex under my control condition, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what encroachment to chose, what section of
her to bask first, there was a puss and my finger was in it. My choice was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own torso 's needs. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than anything ... I withdrew my digit and started to disinvest. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must take in known that this was a vain appeal, there was no escape potential here.
My apparel lay scattered on the floor, my prick was standing proud like a ranging pole 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 behind. She need n't vex about that, not tonight. Later her anus will go my
second nursing home and will comfortably and frequently admit me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her center looked daunt. I rubbed myself on her body, feeling the turgid breasts flatten against my
chest of drawers, I pushed my hip joint 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 Blackbeard, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the mouth apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bonds held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her puss, the tactual sensation was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not get into her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my hired hand, wiping the saliva over
my engorged cock head. Just as with my finger the lubrication will aid my penetration. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her vocalization rising in pitching and loudness 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 unfold to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One stopping point push, her vulva opened, the sass parting under my poking. Strangely the tenseness in her
muscularity that was so determined to sustain me out actually ensured that her lips clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her voice was almost soft, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, inadequate as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and nothing would
change that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her dead body was mine and I was inside it. I would enjoy her. Her body sagged in her cuff determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a volition partner to her Brassica napus. Her brass was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the length. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A good stead where her kitty was n't being violated, where her delights were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her consistence not pierced by a stranger 's
unwished-for member.
It did n't bother me, I was free now to thrust into her, each movement caused her trunk to sway
backwards in the shoulder strap so I did n't riddle as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
poking gained me a centimetre or two of cloud nine. A soft groan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the moan stopped, replaced with a oink and hissing escape of breathing space. Her center closed
and a buck rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, rich into her.
Fucking standing up is a splendid sensation. The blood rushes to your penis, your brain is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the vertical position, generates a light headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to fleet and there nil but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the splice fair sex. My slit burrowing from this Earth through her and into paradise. rakehell rushed
in my ears, I could take heed it pounding almost drowning her rallying cry in the distance. I was giddy, dizzy,
seeing headliner and there is always the risk of losing residue and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and breasts, steadying myself with her dead body at our dot of contact-
through my arms and my bastard. She was now supporting both herself and a safe part of the weight
of her raper, this must increase the load on her wrists and she moaned in bother. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapse as the world came back into focus. I resumed my poking. She was
truly delectable. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her twat and its delicate internally folded
membranes that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just diffuse and more welcome than
that of any former cleaning lady ? Or is it the fact that she does not require me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze her body and deny me any one ounce 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 abstruse into her cunt so that my testis flapped against her. The blood was starting
to roar again in my ear. Distantly I heard her part
"Do n't come in in me ! Please, please do n't occur 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 keep open coming in her at least everyday. I already knew she was productive, her daughter proved
that, and I would love vaginal sex for as hanker as I could before either my following lading fell
due or nature took its course and my semen found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will occur. You have laboured up the blue-blooded slope of the
hill and come to the escarpment. You can see the sight but it is too tardy to stop. Your impulse is already such that it will carry you the terminal few pace, over the edge and you will souse headlong
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the nihility. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still add up, your pecker will still pulse its cum, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that compass point, and in my case I had no purpose of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my efforts carry me forward. I felt the tingle sensations construction in
my prick-head, growing solid, warm even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself strain,
tightening every musculus and locking my second joint as I was rushed towards orgasm by electric current beyond
my control, like a lot in Patrick Victor Martindale White water rapids. The physique to orgasm climbing, mounting and then at
last the peck flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the piss, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my ears, the H2O thundered in my point. I burst within her, my prick twitching
and jumping as it sent flow after stream of my stocky sperm to coat her inside depths.
I do n't recognize how foresightful it took me to generate to realness, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hands. My fingers were digging into her gentle skin. She was crying the teardrop falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my custody, there were purplish marks where my finger had dug in.
They would darken to wide-cut bruises over the next few hours. My phallus felt wonderfully spent inside
her, substance and satisfied. I tired to charge up myself, to return to the situation in hired hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a large emanation. 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 chair too far away, Oh well I
would remember future prison term. I pulled out of her quickly, my bite flopping wetly against my thigh.
I went to the wall, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the story. She fell silently, without a word
and lay there, a gentle sobbing the only sound I could hear.
I parted her legs and studied her cunt, some of my spermatozoon had already trickled out in a white runnel
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure my expelling was gravid than that so I
would leave her there and have it a chance to occupy etymon in the fertile soil of her womb.
I picked up my apparel and turned off the Inner Light as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned April for a month now and I was delight with my acquirement. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this phase as I was fucking her on a everyday fundament. Usually I would indulge
straight after breakfast as I always seem to wake up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop rest home at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some twenty-four hour period I would ease up her a third base 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 act, she was eating OK after a couple of day of refusing
anything and some people of colour 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 dead body to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this geological period which was something of a worry but I was surely this would n't
be a bar to yield and she could be urged over that barrier in undecomposed time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her sunup piss after my morning nooky, and I dipped a pregnancy test stick in the still-
warmly fluid. Today however was a turning point for April- the stick clearly developed a second line
and the word"significant"appeared on the white ground. My heart skipped a beat, marvellous newsworthiness. Of
course of instruction this also meant that I would have to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable hereafter but this was
always going to pass about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my club from
stock-still stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was time to start breeder yield and it all
seemed to birth worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver grey Lady Jane Grey equipment box, the control console on the desk and
the various hosepipe, wires 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.
"nada to care about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the figurehead panel of the cabinet and checked the fittings. interior was a large-ish dildo
structure and a orbit of hard charge plate breast cups. I gauged her size by eye to ascertain I would have
something to fit- the instant largest would fit. I would n't need this for a calendar month or so but it was as
well to be disposed because I ordered them from European Economic Community, if I had needed a new one now was the
meter to order it. The equipment was mounted on genus Castor 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 slight rick about half way up to help it grip. My first prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile role of the dildo was attached to a longsighted transparent
charge card hose and home wires. I plugged the telegram contact into the jury and screwed the hose down
union onto a nursing bottle top. These were fairly little 100 ml accumulator ; I thought it best to go with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course of action. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the basis dialog box of the machine and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated area that would cool the harvest rapidly and keep on it cool until I could process
and jam it.
I powered up the political machine and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
bountifulness and oftenness to more gentle"introductory"scope and then turned off. April must give birth
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lube and wiped it over the 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 articulatio talocruralis simpleness
and tightened them so her legs were better cattle farm. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
a good deal joy. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would accept to use other
openings in hereafter. Her eyes were a little wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lube ensuring it slue in easily, the kink making sure she could n't simply squash it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the settings I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's consistency gave a picayune scratch and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the gentle tingle 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 unspoilt spirit. If she had n't had an orgasm until now then
the next few import would be crucial. If she could n't arrive then she would be no good to me and
all my tough work of the last month would take been for nothing. I would be looking financial ruin
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its oeuvre, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissue paper of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a petty flushed. The dildo was nothing if not lasting and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to burn up, her whole foot was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were pant coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking salutary. It seemed to steady out like this for a farsighted prison term, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to end up but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't need a cleaning lady with such control condition it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to woolgather, my thinker moving on to matters of how I would inform
my regular client about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a foresighted"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a rich throb Brrrr sound as the unit switched over its
occasion. This is what was different about my machine and its dildo. The shaft was in three layers, a
surface bed mimics flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to grip. Inside deeper
machinery surrounds a key tube that passes through the distance of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube at its base. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensors that detect the vaginal compression as the woman
orgasms. orgasm triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the detector turn off the quivering as the woman orgasm, at the Saami metre activating the
pumping circuit to express all the precious secretions through the compendium tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting nursing bottle.
I watched with eagre oddment as the heart cycle cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the top plastic accumulation tube-shaped structure. True it was only a small amount but
in truth I had n't expected production to be prolific- at least not at first as I knew she would demand to
be worked up to a decent pip-squeak.
The ticker finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her James Bond
with a suspiration. I went to look at my precious crop. The loudness was tiny, LE than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these 1st few harvests would be copious than those that came later and
so would convey a high-pitched price. This would help offset the effects of the turn down loudness but not
entirely so, and volume would postulate to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my seat. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her consistency tensing as her eyes opened all-encompassing
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the closed book of my machine- it is insistent, effective
and continuous. It cycles constantly through shaking mode to orgasm, pump fashion to ingathering
and a final 10 min"down clock time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secernment loudness and improves my harvest as the woman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only break up the cycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my customer are very particular.
I left the simple machine to do its work and went back on a higher floor to mix to a greater extent shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this leg, more than water and to a lesser extent flavouring. I knew I needed to keep April well hydrated
now. Her organic structure can need this ordinary water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid
"atomic number 79"Well, in this case into the most delightful fluid known to man - virtuous vaginal juices. A viscous
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an inexhaustible need ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were unforced to take up the steps necessary to produce this harvest in the
quantities needed and at the Leontyne Price demanded by the market. I was n't the only supplier but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
April was producing grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high mucose subject. This would in
all chance cease soon as I find that woman 's body lacks the capacity to produce this muggy
stuff in large quantities. tone usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest
containing larger balance of squirted fluid. Much thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shake and returned to the manufacturing plant base. April was hung in her harness, the
pump was running so I guess it had been through one or two cycles in my absence seizure. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at first off and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a smorgasbord 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 consistence jumped and her eyes closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please check please stop ! Please God arrest it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no more !"
To be fair I did suppose that was a bit excessive as reactions go. The female child had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on school term of normal sex, so I did think she
was complaining too early. Well she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will have to do better than that and I just hoped my legal opinion of her potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the motorcar to do its work. I found the rhythmical throbbing and
cycling of the car quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to founder my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as intimately I could to my communique work, retrieving the standing orders from the
computer and adding the new ones from the chain armor. I was still sending out production from the last
stock breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a with child
quantity of grade 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 solid on
cardice as the buyer specified. I had been holding a couple of rescript for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a post to satisfy them. Soon I had assembled about 50 clique and
matched them with conquer printed label ready for messenger that afternoon.
I did n't experience exactly what my clients did with their orders, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few hint over the yr and I know much is used as a food for thought
additive or mixed with whisky or former booze of your choice ( my favourite is a safe Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to zest up their own sex sprightliness. I
even have some female guest who use it as a skin treatment.
My oneirism was interrupted by a loud pant from across the elbow room, rapidly followed by a pump cycle.
I turned, to see. Apr was staring at me, her eyes all-inclusive, almost panic etched in her face. The heart
working seemed prolong so I checked the bottle- return now seemed lots better, probably 25ml
from that rhythm alone. That 's better. I gathered up my software program and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be undecomposed honey"
I closed the doorway behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a calendar month now of continuous output. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed firm. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshee the initiatory time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had flock from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a genuine struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to forego sex with her for 4 twenty-four hour period whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty hard and I was able-bodied to rod her bum with my prick until it at
survive went in. The closeness of her sphincter was keen although she quickly learned to relax it to
maintain from tearing. The trouble with anal sex is that the rectum is tranquil inside, it lacks the pin-up
texture of the internal ripple ( 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 muscle alone. For this reason I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its better than zip and I happily shafted away
between her boldness until I could sense the ecstasy start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't care
anal sex at all, and before hanker she started to squirm and wrestle whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to attract off and unplug my slit, her bowel 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 gratification in her being almost complicit in my own expiation. The production oscillation were taking their toll. April did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her eyes rolled back in her head showing only the White person. 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 get a line the automobile cycling through its computer programme, each coming marked by a spasmodic twitch through her body and sometimes a shrewd halitus of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her chest were getting larger. I think the changeless sexual stimulation also played its theatrical role. Each day I would try to suckle from her and after only 8 weeks I was rewarded at last with a tiny jet of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really secure sign. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the next few days I emptied her twice a day straight into my oral cavity. The volume was getting big and a outburst would often coincide with a automobile induced orgasm. After a week of this I was ready to run up to the milk harvest slope of my business and retrieved the breast loving cup I had identified the month before. The auto possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a pregnancy breast pump. There was an outer cup that goes over the knocker and which contains an inner pliant tube that covers the nipple. When the political machine is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both tubes causing the cupful to take in in the white meat. The verboten cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable absolute frequency. This mimics an eager mouth sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuum and tugging on the boob. The inner tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
pap and aureola cryptic inside.
I do n't cogitate April noticed as I connected her breasts to the cups. I fixed one and then had to hesitate
as a machine climax caused her dead body to stiffen. As she relaxed the other side of it I attached the
2nd cup and inserted the labourer plugs into the cabinet. At first the car was simply applying a
vacuum to both cups and I checked that April 's bosom were well seated. Luckily her knocker were
large and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was capable to seal perfectly onto her hammock. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and changeless sucking are relentless. Eventually her tit began to give up their harvesting and
the white liquid started to spurt into the compendium subway 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 natural action with orgasm detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and breast milk flow.
I retired to await the succeeding cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her body loosen up and subsided into the kill clip as the
heart did their work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube but this sentence there was a
decent Milk River product too. Once more this would take a few days to ramp up up to commercial-grade layer
but really this was a capital scratch and a really good star sign to get started so early in pregnancy. I was so please with her. In festivity I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my scratch 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 quiver mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushes on her rectum improving the cryptic sense datum, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two lose weight layers of moist membranous tissue ; the quiver are transmitted easily to my inserted phallus whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this woman 's body. I did n't even ingest to travel, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my question in her hair and inhaled the aroma while the machine did the workplace. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. Apr started to descend first. I heard her gasp, and the muscularity in her weaponry and legs contracted, her limbs stiffening as she strained, reaching for the spillage. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive spasm. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her arm scatter to her body and at net into her vagina. The tube tightening around the enclose dildo. The taut interior tissue also pulled on the rectum trying to drop it which of form could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the pressure on my penis to a delicious credit crunch that intensified the hereditary trembling. I moaned with pleasure at the rush her rectum was providing. Incredibly the hairgrip seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four time in quick succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her consistence convulsing. As her body was suspended between wrist and ankles the convulsions made her pelvic arch flick back and forth between her bail. The question pivoted efficiently on the only other point limiting her apparent motion ; my enter penis. It was as if she was consciously buck 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 effect was marvellous, it could n't cause been nicer. The sensations 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 rhythm of her own climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

Apr went silent as her soundbox relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A small stream of spermatozoon followed, dribbling down the inside of her thigh. I got some tissue paper and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't indicate it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to make coffee.


RESOLUTION

The next day it was meter to activate the milk orders as well. I went to tally on production- April
showed no planetary house of being aware of my presence, she was silent, her eyes rolled back into her fountainhead. Her physical structure was largely firm, simply tensing every 10 or so proceedings as the machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking picket. However on the plus side milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should make a l by the end of the week. My biggest customer for milk is actually female. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from volition volunteers ? In any event she took a fixture cubic decimeter from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in supply. I was at last in a placement to transport her some and so set up the packaging for the survey day. I would be able-bodied to supply some of my other frustrated customers in the side by side week or so too, but as my expectant customer it was indispensable I kept her happy. I sorted out the despatch face pack and courier labels for the payload.

Just then April screamed- to a greater extent of a howl really, like an creature in pain. I went to her. Blood was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo social unit had fractured, the shrill edges ripping through her most
intimate flesh. She was losing a lot of parentage and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the motorcar and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the wires she became less of an propagation of the machine and some of her human race seemed to return. I released her arms and lowered her to the floor. midst non-white line of descent was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't risk a doc so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and inserted it into her vagina to wield internal imperativeness. I hoped it was working in any event the rakehell menstruation ceased. She opened her heart and looked at me. For the commencement fourth dimension in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure if she thought I had disconnected her from the automobile out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a coup de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a decrepit smiling. This was unusual, and unexpected ! Usually the
stock breeder simply go silent during production. They settle into a routine, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in quiet usually with optic closed or rolled back in their heads. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a good phase, I can siphon their riches and fill up my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never lots monition so I need to go along a sizeable gillyflower frozen to
binding change over full stop. The last girl had lasted 3 years and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the indorse day of production. Apr was dissimilar, there was clearly a person
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with compunction. 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 line she was significant with my baby and this could only piss disposal more
difficult. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardice but I thought the simplest course was to do cipher and then if she died the
job would be simpler. I retired on a higher floor leaving her to sleep and went to the bar to meet Rob-
keep it formula after all. I hope my anxiousness did n't show.

The next day April was n't dead. If anything she was a piffling safe, skinny to mobile so I fastened her
cuffs again, this time linked to the bed anatomy. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to possess
no recollection of her sometime life at all. All she knew was that room, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly grateful. After a week she was well enough to
return to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent adhesion and no vaginal
stimulation to ram orgasms. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her boob were beautiful to behold, they grew clayey and tight, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
sojourn to hold them emptied. milk was a much easier fabric to get, the body being designed to
produce it for extraneous consumption. I did n't really desire her combat injury to interrupt my own routine so after a week I was uneasy to lie with her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few drive I realised that I did n't feature to limit myself to that path of first appearance any more. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my prick balls-deep inside her. She said nothing and seemed not to observe my trespass once insight was utter. 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 remainder in texture, grip and raw moist heat. She was healed enough internally to live with me and did n't seem to experience pain. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeder after yield had started. product simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprisal April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the unremitting climax had developed them to the gunpoint of idol. I had never known anything like it ! They could grip my shaft and almost cut off the blood provision ! They could ripple and pulse like a back talk sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own sexual climax so I could feel each beat and jerked meat of my dig with an intensity I had never known. I do n't retrieve she got much pleasance 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 beguiled 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 bank her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only utilitarian to make Milk River, but then the sex was unbelievably great and her brainwashed mind was
actually grateful for the care. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that Dear lecturer is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 year now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more easy for her to live in. She never asks about the outside
earth, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her mental state is piteous but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too eagre to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even make a
fuss after the parentage of our tyke when I followed my well-worn route to the missionary and abandoned him at their door. The Thelonious Monk there are no heavy believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could approximate that youngster abandoned there must experience some sort of elusive setting and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any issue they never seem to have noticed that 10 of their orphans actually share a father. My income has shrunk as most of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are much severe to come by. But I still milk Apr twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to maintain her lactating continuously either with hormone government activity or, as now, with her second gestation. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making enough. Her Milk River keeps us both. She seems healthy but I do n't know how a lot scathe I have done or for how long she will live. I ca n't even tell for recollective she will grow but I would guess this wo n't last Sir Thomas More than a few years. If her milk fails I will need to recruit another stock breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my surreptitious sanctum against a time when I need to lodge two. If Apr fails I will study what economic value is left from her, and her knocker at least should get a soundly damage. Perhaps I will enroll two new breeder anyway and preserve the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the clock time being both I and April are content .