ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was well-off in the diner.
The night 's practice had left my consistency feeling pleasantly used, I took a collation of my burger- the meat
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the taste of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a unconstipated. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely cheek. I admired the view for a moment before calling her over to order more
java.
It had been a successful dark and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always difficult but I have to refill the breeder or my supplying line literally dries up. client
across the world would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost order ”.
They will take their business organization elsewhere. In this line of employment I am acutely aware that I am only as
good as my finis cargo. It would rent a while but I should have supplies before my succeeding
shipments are due.
The breakfast newsworthiness came on the TV ... a history about a escape girl. I tensed but no-one in the dining compartment
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a skilful similitude and I relaxed. My trail were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate lady friend was now confined.
It had been pretty easy, a textbook case in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and uneasy for a new partner, a new Father of the Church for her tiddler. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the low two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too eager. Each sentence building a little More confidence. I took the
opportunity to learn more about her- getting to some personal detail. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more than confidant variety. Mine were not of me of trend, I 'd chosen
them from a pick on line of business to equal more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his Warren E. Burger was certainly not what she had in mind. April, I had learned
was 24, a single parent. This all boded well for me, young, prolific and with a body already prepared
for my use by anterior childbearing. She was well fleshed with larger than average chest. When I saw
her pic it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their skin was creamy Andrew Dickson White, but the dark
outline of her venous blood vessel spread like a river system of rules beneath. Her tit were broad with spreading
ring of color and each dullard a prominent berry-like nipple at its sum I knew from experience this all
suggested good potency for production ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to harvest her bosom for a month or so but they were a strong guide to breeder
extract.
On her third request I agreed to adjoin, I asked her to take the bus to the succeeding township ( where I
supposedly lived ) and see me for a drink and meal at a local eatery. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street epithet, bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive topographic point and she would be both impressed and allure. I
even phoned to take a crap a reservation under my seize name in case she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minutes before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a minor change in
program. 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 direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a dyad of stops earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my metre and built the trustingness, she did n't even interrogate 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 stop for folks heading to the lake, a suddenly walk through the woods.
However this prison term in the evening and this time of year there were no such visitors and I was already
hidden in the shrub, 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 point a aloud hiss escaping its air brakes. A
unmarried female pattern got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman would light in this
lonely spot so late in the eve then they did n't render it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any attention. The bus pulled away in a flurry of dust and spent diesel engine.
April stood at the point and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the check with its lights on- obvious for her to see. I of course was n't in it. To hand it
April would make to walk past the non-white part of the scrub, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupant she assumed would be there. She started to take the air towards my
hiding place, closer, finisher. She was one footfall to my left, she was in front of me and then one step to
my right wing, in front of my blot out situation. I rose silently like a malevolent spirit from the tomb, she was
unaware of her danger, In one western fence lizard movement I reached around her headway clamping the trichloromethane
soaked tissue over her oral fissure and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- honest ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of breathing space would be followed by a deep inhalant that would aid my
purpose. Her body was strain in my grip, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my maiden real touch
with her breast. They were large and heavy. Her perfume was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- confection ! She struggled some more, the breathing spell hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally violent inspiration. It was an inadequate struggle. I
am not a hard man but I had the similitude elements of surprise and formulation. Perhaps I should add a
tierce ... praxis ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, her lids dropped and her consistency went hitch in
my arms. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in situation for a full mo more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the residual of the way to the car. I spread her on the back seat
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any casual observer would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U number and drove back to my real home- away from the town rendezvous and the unused
dinner qualification. The County furrow was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cell
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep water below. A petty foster on I stopped and buried her
bag and its capacity ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the rest of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 minutes. It was a foresightful 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- tranquilize and private. My business firm was wooden construction detached and set in a humble
garden with large front M. This was ideal for me and my rocking horse, a semi derelict Buick station
police van stood in the drive a short way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classic stood rusting quietly around the place. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden construction some 50 yards form the master house. It looked a little derelict, simple-minded and
run down. An honest edifice that could hide nothing.
I parked in strawman of the service department and got out to afford the threshold before driving the car fully in and
closing the room access behind. Best to act fast. I opened the backside of the car and pulled out my award. She
was punishing than I had expected but I managed. I half sway half dragged her to the rear of the
garage. The dorsum of the piazza was covered with a fit out shelving building block on which was stored old paint,
oil cans, a few car fifth wheel and tool. I dropped her on the level and reached high up on the rightfield for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the second latch and the out of sight threshold clicked unfastened an in or two. I pulled it widely and then dragged
her limp consistence down the step behind, trying not to do too lots injury or bruising.
We reached the prat, I opened the third door and dragged her interior. I flicked on the Light, this
was it, my factory floor. Some 20 feet hugger-mugger, soundproofed and completely hidden from
aspect this was my secret, my sanctum sanctorum ; the source of my income and the stress of my pleasure. I cast
a quick glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted gabardine and
faded to gray. On the far rampart there was a sink and taps, a few top executive sockets and some shelving
with a large cupboard under. The shelves bore my backpacking cases and mailing supplies. On the right
there sat an old refrigerator next to a small chest deep-freeze. There was a pulley wheel mounted high
on the wall above the deep freezer and connected to some lines that fed through a bit pulley on the
roof, hanging down in the inwardness of the elbow room. An old TV was fixed to the bulwark next to the door through which we had entered and below that a minuscule cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the social occasion when I had a rush rescript and I needed to stay on site. The left hand wall was covered in my lodge and production charts and in front of them a little desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the sum of the room that mattered, all the relief simply serviced that
installing. In the middle of the way stood a hot seat, simple, wooden, with some basic padding on
the seat. A grey featureless box of equipment stood succeeding to it, wires trailing to the wall sockets and
respective hosepipe hanging limply or connected to jars fitted into racks at the Qaeda. There were a few
substitution, a twain of dials and a magnate light ( currently off ). It was my own design, parting ticker, part
icebox and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a duet off handcuff attached to the lines
coming from the the pulleys. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the chain up or down
via the wheel positioned on the paries. A sec pair of handlock were fixed to smash that were bolted into
the concrete level of the elbow room. All seemed fine, just as I had left it.
I dragged Apr through the room access and propped her up on the president. I was in somewhat of a rush
since it had now been rather long than 20 second since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to budge. Quickly I cuffed her wrist joint to the upper strand and let them hang whilst I
fitted the trading floor cuff to her ankle joint. She hung limply but I was able to raise her into a more pleasing
locating by winding the cycle on the wall. Tightening the upper chains straightening her backbone and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"shape over her head. Secure at in conclusion. I turned and left the room,
closing the door behind me. There was one More task-tedious but of the essence, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a secondly set of tyres in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't hazard pace
matching and new Tyre would always calculate mistrustful so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely plate I changed back to my convention well-used wheels and
stashed the specials back under the trading floor in their place.
The sun was well up by the sentence I had finished. Maybe it was the embossment 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 mind but good. I shut and locked the lour room access, and left up
the stairs closing the upper doorway and swinging shelves securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
inspection pit and stored roulette wheel and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
service department. Calmly I closed the doors and headed for the diner.


facility

The aurora passed in mundane chores, I had supply to get, the fence needed painting and I had
some letters to compose, flyer to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would recall April,
each metre I would get a tingle of fervor and anticipation. Installation is always a thrilling
process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a heavy part of my selection tactic is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"lone wolf"... 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 town dancing, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would drink in the bar, eat in the café. I met multitude, spoke to masses and bored people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and steady. So keep up the normal behaviour- no unexplained fade in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will stick in people 's memory. It was
Sat and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this cover charge meant that I was unable to continue April 's installation until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of coffee about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow workshop, we had a
commons stake in auto and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the scrap cubic yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to meet later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my secret room. I locked up the house and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the doorway behind me- if anyone called they would happen the household apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply cogitate I was out. I opened the can national doorway and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed Apr would get wind my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly reverence ? But what else, curiosity, prevision ? I opened the broken threshold and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. Apr was a fearsome hatful. Bedraggled and sweaty, her makeup running down her human face and her overbold dress grubby and dishevelled. She opened her mouthpiece and let out a shrieking as I entered. No problem, it was piece of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to wear herself out before she would bear the hopelessness. No matter how a lot she screamed no-one will come. It simply pisses me off and is in all likelihood to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the racket. I strode across and slapped her arduous on the face. Some pedigree dripped from her olfactory organ but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her eyes. That was practiced, heaps 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 boldness
close to hers and hissed into her ear.
"Shut up, you are here with me and I have you. There 's no-one else here, no help for you to prognosticate.
Your life-time is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and take from you what I need. You can scream all you like, and no-one will come. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of incredulity in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it cant be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the room and unlocked the closet. Apr harbinger tumbled
out. Wrapped in an gathering of bin lining I 'm not sure April recognized a body at first. Then after
a while a mute whimper of horror and all colour drained from her typeface. I dragged the weighty sack
across the floor towards the threshold. There was a sure sum of leakage and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched Thomas More sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the body through the door and started up the stair. The bagged head cracking on every
pace. I stepped over the crumpled flock and locked the threshold behind me before pulling and tugging
the shift up the stairs. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in preparation for
the night 's disposal trip. Slamming the trunk I went back down the stairs to confront Apr. She
seemed in shock, her eyes were sightless, unfocused, staring into blank space. Her lips were trembling
with reverence, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a vauntingly tongue, deliberately
flashing the blade in the brightness level, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her middle nearly popped out of her face, her totally soundbox 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 have worried. There is a certain value in a woman 's beat dead body but its nix compared
to her value animated. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
dress she had put on to impress me. I pulled the slide fastener down to her waistline but the garment could n't
drop-off as her coat of arms were raised above her heading and her legs spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me upgrade the knife, but I did n't hurt her, I simply used the blade to shear through the fabric of the
dress, severing the waistband, tearing the sleeve and berm and ripping it from zipper slot to
hem. I pulled the garb off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underwear, a matching
bra and pants set- maybe intended to please me as my advantage if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her trust. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder joint straps.
The bra joined the shredded garb. I turned to look at Apr, her bosom were every bit as promising
as her flick so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a liquid fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to outdistance her diffuse pulp from me and the knife. Her pap
were hardening nicely in the ice chest air. I muttered in admiration, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the torn fabric to my boldness to inhale her fragrance. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang 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 curls that even now she was trying to hide from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her Julian Bond. 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 body and forgotten the bucketful.
I tossed her panties onto the chain reactor and went to the cupboard for my cleansing gear. In any mill
cleanliness is substantive, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her silly great deal of tattered
habiliment and left, locking the doors behind me.
The disposition run was the terminal big job in breeder commutation and before product can start. The worn
out unit serves to focus and condition the newer. The new girls are usually more pliant after they
have seen the sacque. I paused in the garage where the heating 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 run a risk again. Panties OK- I tossed them in first with only a pang of regret,
their scent had been intoxicating but evidence is grounds and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made sure there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with alloy claw holdfast. I used the knife to remove all of these office and then tossed
the shoot cloth remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The metal parts I dropped in an
plastic pail of old battery acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these arranging to my gratification it was now getting shadow. 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 foresighted drive and I knew I would n't arrive before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radio set. This fille had been missing for nearly three years now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively relaxed about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shoal oceanic abyss. It was heavy work but it was a
remote region and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the dead body in and returned to the car for a sacque of
quicklime. Its important to use the rightfield form of lime for these disposals, quicklime with its
frightening and acerb appetite for water is ideal. In a affair of years there would be nothing
recognisable of this body, no hair's-breadth, no DNA, no dental consonant platter or old pearl faulting. Not even a
lingering scent to draw in the cathexis of any overtaking dog Zimmer frame ; just a patch of phosphate plenteous dirt.
I ripped the bags so that the lime could contact the low temperature form. The consistence looked silly now,
colourless, crumpled. wickedness circles showed where the breasts had been detached and the was a
similar darkness stain around the top of the thighs. Her breasts, never parted in life were now on opposite sides of the Atlantic, whilst the sassing of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't know what was going to materialize to these torso contribution and I had been well paid not to ask. Her twat lips at to the lowest degree I was somewhat sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on charge plate overalls and covering the body generously in the
linden tree. It was cold material and I did n't want to induce traceable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the worldly concern I had dug out of the hole and left, erasing my footprint as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my overall into the sacks, bagged the lot inside a new
paper bag and threw the pile into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my rewards as I drove home. April was now safely fix, all the
bad parts were over and its time for me to pop out enjoying myself ! Have a short bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


induction

It was getting late when I returned home base. 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 clock time. I usually give my breeders
a fluid-rich diet. It aids production, forms less waste and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a organic structure building handshake I get on chain mail order- I keep some free weight in the back way in case anyone
ever asks- I am to all purpose and purposes trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the overweening and growing
flabbiness of my consistency. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a report cup before
heading down to my manufacturing plant floor.
April was hanging in her James Bond, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her expression was bouffant and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in fright. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her lip. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spue it out. Then she seemed to realize it
was food for thought and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a important stage in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hitch. Soon she would be grateful to me for these disruption, but for now I let her booze
and stroked her haircloth as she did so. I think she was too far gone to point out the assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sump and went around behind her. Raising her from the death chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucket. She seemed to know what was expected and filled it
with unused urine, it had a fruity almost apple smell. I let her terminate and then removed the bucket to
supervene upon the hot seat. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the lights and left her to digest in the
iniquity for an hour. The next level could cause a reaction and I wanted to be sure the aliment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty meal to celebrate my strength up. I
had n't eaten a great deal over the last 24 myself hours either. I remembered my arrangement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a couple of beers would n't go imperfectly - and as
before- I had to continue doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- light chatter and gossip. News was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
miss. I downed a distich of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly light headed when I made my
self-justification and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the cool air on my face
woke me up a piffling and I started to think of my next move. This is always hard to make up one's mind
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritise ?
April must be wondering what was in computer memory for her, she must be expecting some form of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't sleep together where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not read for a hebdomad or so. The first-class honours degree week is in some elbow room the honorable and most enjoyable for
me, I have to lead my requirement once output starts. I leaned on the upper door and
belched. I jerked it undecided and step a niggling unsteadily down the steps. I opened the door and flicked on
the light. April was hung from her bond in the pith 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 tit shaking with that lovely fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see rent starting at the corner of her eye. I went to the far wall and took a riding crop from
the draftsman above the cupboard. Her eyes widened.
"No No, please do n't hurt me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the craw in my hands. On my second electric circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of pain in the neck. I paused
and then repeated the action across her buttocks twice in rapid succession so that her flesh was still
jumping from the first of all bump when the 2d cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please delight do n't smart me- I 'll do anything"
My soul leapt inside me, how I loved those Word ! 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 tidings 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 number 1 raising only her limb
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the president, raising her so that she was component
standing, part suspension in her cuff. I kicked the chair away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her white meat were heavy and good, the areola and mammilla as enticing as ever.
Unable to protest any farseeing I sank my lip to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable action, but the tit had nothing to give, there was no secretion,
no spirit but her breast felt near against my face and there was a slight taste of line where my
teeth had torn her tegument. She was shivering now, concern or cold I could n't severalize but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to catch. As I sucked I sent my second paw to turn
her furrow and investigation into her thatch. Her pubic hair was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
cookery for our date. I approved, it would ask to bide that way but futurity 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 lips, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the former hired man was beginning to surface to the berth. I unfastened from
her mammilla and went behind her again. The whip across her back and buttocks had reddened nicely,
a few drib of stock oozed from the ends of the slash where the harvest had dug in most. I licked them
from her, her descent salty and metallic on my glossa. I sank to my knee and bit her buttocks, so
silky smooth, so soft. I separated her bum brass and probed her ass, she was tight and the
sphincter muscle flinched and gripped my invading finger's breadth automatically at the intrusion. I reached through
her ramification 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 painful. Even so the I felt every muscle in her body
tense, the lips of her vulva tightened in an effort to hold out my digit 's entry- to abnegate me memory access to
her deeper pleasure. I withdrew my finger and put it in my sass. There was only a weak odour of
pussy she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscular tissue, a tight and satisfying rasp on her inner walls. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the babble paries, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this cleaning woman under my command, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what violation to chose, what division of
her to enjoy first, there was a pussy and my finger was in it. My choice was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own consistence 's want. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now Thomas More than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to divest. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must have known that this was a vain solicitation, there was no escape potential here.
My wearing apparel lay scattered on the floor, my tool was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my aim was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled ass. She need n't worry about that, not tonight. Later her anus will suit my
2d home and will comfortably and frequently admit me, but not yet, not this evening. I faced
her, her eyes looked scared. I rubbed myself on her consistency, feeling the large breasts flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my prick on her pubis, feeling the scratch of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it humiliated, delving into her thatch, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the lip apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the shackle held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not recruit her. I withdrew temporarily and sprinkle in my handwriting, wiping the spittle over
my engorged stopcock psyche. Just as with my digit the lubrication will aid my penetration. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her vocalism rising in pitch and tawdriness as I eased myself forward, teasing her backtalk apart with my
cock-head Her voice was no almost a screaming as I felt her soundbox start up to open up to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One finally push, her vulva opened, the backtalk parting under my jabbing. Strangely the stress in her
muscles that was so square off to keep me out actually ensured that her rim clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her voice was almost voiced, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and goose egg would
variety 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 to the lowest degree not be a unforced partner to her ravishment. Her face was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
situation. A better place where her puss was n't being violated, where her pleasure were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwished member.
It did n't nettle me, I was free now to thrust into her, each motility caused her consistence to rock
backwards in the strap so I did n't penetrate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
driving force gained me a centimetre or two of seventh heaven. A soft moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the groan stopped, replaced with a oink and hissing escapism of breath. Her eyes closed
and a split rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a resplendent sensation. The blood rush to your penis, your nous is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the vertical position, generates a visible light headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to fade and there nothing but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the tied woman. My dickhead burrowing from this world through her and into paradise. profligate rushed
in my ears, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her cries in the distance. I was vertiginous, dizzy,
seeing stars and there is always the risk of losing equalizer and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and bosom, steadying myself with her consistency at our points of contact-
through my arms and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a upright part of the system of weights
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her wrist and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapse as the world came back into focussing. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her slit and its delicate internally folded
membrane that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just softer and more welcome than
that of any other cleaning 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 block her body and deny me any undivided snow leopard of pleasure
from her slit, but I am relishing it despite her wishes. Is it that she is mine and will be mine to use
as I please ? Perhaps it is all of these things.
I carried on, plunging deep into her cunt so that my lump flapped against her. The stock was starting
to roar again in my ear. Distantly I heard her voice
"Do n't get in me ! Please, please do n't come in me !"
I knew she was n't on the oral contraceptive pill. I knew I was n't taking any precautions. I also knew that I would fall
in her, and go on coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was fat, her girl proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my next consignments fell
due or nature took its class and my come found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the gentler side of the
pitcher's mound and come to the escarpment. You can see the sentiment but it is too of late to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the last few yards, over the edge and you will absorb precipitately
into infinite. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the nothingness. climax is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still come, your prick will still pulse its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that stage, and in my sheath I had no aim of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my travail carry me forward. I felt the tingling sensations building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, stronger even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself nervous strain,
tightening every muscle and locking my thighs as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my control, like a peck in white water rapids. The build to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
endure the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my capitulum, the water thundered in my head. I burst within her, my cock twitching
and jumping as it sent flow after stream of my chummy sperm to surface her interior depths.
I do n't lie with how yearn it took me to retort to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hands. My fingers were digging into her cushy skin. She was crying the tears falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my hold, there were purple bull's eye where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to broad bruises over the side by side few minute. My phallus felt wonderfully spent inside
her, content and satisfied. I tired to rout out myself, to return to the situation in hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a prominent emanation. I needed to get her torso flatter, before the volume of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the elbow room. Damn- I had left the chair too far away, Oh well I
would commend next meter. I pulled out of her quickly, my cock up flopping wetly against my thigh.
I went to the wall, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a password
and lay there, a assuage sobbing the but sound I could hear.
I parted her wooden leg and studied her pussy, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a white rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was certainly my emission was larger than that so I
would lead her there and give it a chance to take beginning in the fertile soil of her womb.
I picked up my apparel and turned off the Christ Within as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned Apr for a month now and I was pleased with my acquirement. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this phase angle as I was fucking her on a daily cornerstone. Usually I would indulge
straight after breakfast as I always seem to fire up up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop home at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some Clarence Day I would give her a third injectant in the even 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 procedure, she was eating OK after a duad of mean solar day of refusing
anything and some colour had returned to her cheek. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screaming and generally did n't struggle. She just abdicated her organic structure to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this period which was something of a worry but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to production and she could be urged over that barrier in right sentence. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her morning urine after my morning piece of ass, and I dipped a gestation test spliff in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a turning pointedness for April- the stick clearly developed a second line
and the word"fraught"appeared on the white priming coat. My marrow skipped a beat, marvellous news. Of
course this also meant that I would bear to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable time to come but this was
always going to occur about now anyway. Up to this distributor point I had been filling my orders from
frozen inventory but these were nearly exhausted. It was sentence to startle breeder product and it all
seemed to sustain worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the atomic number 47 gray equipment box, the control console on the desk and
the assorted hosepipe, conducting wire and bottles about her electric cell. I busied myself with them now. Cleaning,
attaching and testing. She had n't seen me do this before and seemed curious.
"What 's that ? What are you doing, what 's going on ?"She asked, a nervous edge to her voice.
"Nothing to worry about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the nominal head panel of the console table and checked the accommodation. inside was a large-ish dildo
body structure and a range of hard credit card breast cup. I gauged her size by eye to check I would induce
something to fit- the secondly heavy would fit. I would n't need this for a month or so but it was as
well to be ready because I ordered them from EEC, if I had needed a new one now was the
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 trivial treat for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inches long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a thin kink about half way up to avail it grapple. My first epitome had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile part of the dildo was attached to a farseeing transparent
plastic hosiery and national conducting wire. I plugged the wire contact into the control panel and screwed the hose
union onto a bottleful top. These were fairly small 100 ml aggregator ; I thought it best to start with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due trend. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the stand panel of the simple machine and clipped the feeding bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated area that would chill the harvesting rapidly and keep it cool until I could process
and throng it.
I powered up the machine and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequency to more lenify"introductory"context and then turned off. April must have
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lube and wiped it over the rippled airfoil of the dildo. It was clock time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a can and dragged the mobile equipment over to April. I checked the ankle constraint
and tightened them so her legs were better bed cover. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
much joy. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would have to use other
openings in future tense. Her eyes were a piddling violent and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricating substance ensuring it slew in easily, the kink making sure enough she could n't simply stuff it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the mise en scene I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a picayune starting signal 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 foundation and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a beneficial facial expression. If she had n't had an orgasm until now then
the adjacent few second would be of the essence. If she could n't total then she would be no good to me and
all my hard work of the hold out calendar month would birth been for nothing. I would be looking financial ruin
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its employment, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissue paper of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a niggling flushed. The dildo was nix if not dogged and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to flare, her whole foot was now
twisting into the turnup securing her and there were gasp coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking good. It seemed to steady out like this for a long time, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too lots to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't postulate a woman with such control it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to dream, my creative thinker moving on to thing of how I would inform
my regular customers about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a long"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep throbbing Brrrr sound as the whole switched over its
function. This is what was different about my simple machine and its dildo. The barb was in three layers, a
surface layer mimics flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to fascinate. Inside deeper
machinery surrounds a central tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting thermionic tube at its base. The machinery is designed to deport vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensing element that detect the vaginal contractions as the cleaning lady
orgasms. climax triggers a virtual flood tide of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the vibration as the woman climaxes, at the same clock time activating the
pumping circuits to pull up all the precious secernment through the collection tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with bore wonder as the ticker cycle cut in. There was a time lag but then I was enjoy
to see some fluid moving down the clear charge card aggregation tube. true up it was only a lowly amount but
in truth I had n't expected production to be prolific- at to the lowest degree not at starting time as I knew she would need to
be worked up to a decent squirt.
The heart finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her shackle
with a sigh. I went to look at my preciously harvest. The volume was petite, less than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these first few harvests would be richer than those that came later and
so would fetch a eminent cost. This would help set off the effects of the low-pitched volume but not
entirely so, and volume would require to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my nates. Apr was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her body tensing as her oculus opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the closed book of my machine- it is insistent, good
and continuous. It cycles constantly through shaking mode to orgasm, pump style to compendium
and a final 10 min"down clock time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secernment book and improves my harvest home as the woman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the rhythm and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my customers are very finical.
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, Thomas More water and less flavouring. I knew I needed to sustain Apr well hydrated
now. Her body can demand this ordinary water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid
"gold"well, in this pillow slip into the most delightful fluid known to man - thoroughgoing vaginal succus. A sticky
slimy and delicious secernment for which there was an inexhaustible demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to take the gradation necessary to produce this harvest home in the
quantities needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the lone provider but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
Apr was producing grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high mucous content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that fair sex 's body lacks the capacity to produce this steamy
cloth in large measure. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest
containing turgid proportions of squirted fluid. a lot thinner, more than lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shake and returned to the factory story. Apr was hung in her harness, the
pump was running so I guess it had been through one or two cycles in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at first and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a intermixture of horror and hatred in her eyes. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut inadequate as the machine cycled again, Her body jumped and her center closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please intercept please layover ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No Sir Thomas More no more than !"
To be honest I did guess that was a bit excessive as reactions go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on seance of rule 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 deliver to do better than that and I just hoped my sound judgement of her potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the machine to do its body of work. I found the rhythmical throbbing and
cycling of the machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to split up my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my communique study, retrieving the standing edict from the
computing device and adding the new ones from the chain armour. I was still sending out production from the terminal
breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing output entirely. I had collected a large
measure of level C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid state into appropriately
sized plastic bottles and then mailing them either on water ice cool-packs, or icy solid state on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a couple of orders for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a lieu to fulfill them. Soon I had assembled about 50 ingroup and
matched them with earmark printed labels fix for courier that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my node did with their edict, obviously in this business concern you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clues over the yr and I know much is used as a food
additive or integrate with whisky or other John Barleycorn of your pick ( my favourite is a secure Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up their own sex liveliness. I
even have some female clients who use it as a skin treatment.
My revery was interrupted by a loud gasp from across the room, rapidly followed by a pump cycle.
I turned, to look. April was staring at me, her centre wide, almost panic etched in her face. The ticker
working seemed lengthened so I checked the bottle- return now seemed much honorable, probably 25ml
from that hertz alone. That 's better. I gathered up my software package and carried them upstairs to post.
"Be sound beloved"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a calendar month now of continuous production. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hour ) and seemed sweetie. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshee the initiatory clip and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had pot from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a real struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to forego sex with her for 4 days whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty knockout and I was able to rod her bum with my shaft until it at
cobbler's last went in. The tightness of her sphincter muscle was exquisite although she quickly learned to relax it to
keep from tearing. The worry with anal sex is that the rectum is quiet inside, it lacks the lovely
grain of the internal rippling ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal bulwark, and it does n't really
clench. This means that really you are working mainly with the anatomical sphincter alone. For this cause I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its bettor than zippo and I happily shafted away
between her cheek until I could feel the exaltation start to work up in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal retentive sex at all, and before tenacious she started to squirm and writhe whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to force off and unplug my cock, her movements in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a majuscule satisfaction in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The yield cycles were taking their toll. April did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her center rolled back in her drumhead showing only the albumen. Over the calendar month her sphincter muscle had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my entry there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could hear the machine cycling through its program, each orgasm marked by a spastic twitching through her body and sometimes a shrewd exhalation of breath before the heart kicked in. Despite this her gestation was progressing. I am no gynecologist but I could tell her breast were getting declamatory. I think the constant sexual stimulation also played its office. Each day I would try to breastfeed from her and after only 8 weeks I was rewarded at last with a midget spurt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really good sign of the zodiac. I had n't been mistaken in her potential difference. Over the next few mean solar day I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouthpiece. The volume was getting larger and a gush would often coincide with a machine induced coming. After a week of this I was fix to go up to the milk harvest English of my business and retrieved the breast cup I had identified the month before. The simple machine possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a gestation titty pump. There was an out cup that goes over the chest and which contains an inner compromising thermionic vacuum tube that covers the nipple. When the simple machine is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both thermionic vacuum tube causing the cups to suckle in the breast. The outer cup is connected to a valve in the motorcar that opens regularly with an adjustable frequence. This mimics an tidal bore sassing sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuity and tugging on the breast. The privileged tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
mamilla and aureola cryptic interior.
I do n't imagine April noticed as I connected her breasts to the cups. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a machine coming caused her organic structure to tighten up. As she relaxed the other side of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the jack plugs into the console. At first the auto was simply applying a
vacuum cleaner to both cup and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her breast were
large and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to varnish perfectly onto her hillock. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and invariant suck are relentless. Eventually her breasts began to have up their harvest time and
the T. H. White liquid started to spurt into the collection tube in phase angle with the clicking of the valve,
sucking the milk from her and conveying it to the refrigerated tray. Satisfied that all was in social club I
switched the machine back to synchronize milking action with coming detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; coming induces both vaginal fluid and boob milk 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 torso relaxed and subsided into the down meter as the
heart did their work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube but this sentence there was a
decent milk production too. Once more this would direct a few days to build up up to commercial levels
but really this was a great get-go and a really right signal to have started so early in pregnancy. I was so delight with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my whoreson with saliva I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would do. I was still inside her rectum when the the shakiness mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushes on her rectum improving the mysterious sensory faculty, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin level of moist membranous tissue ; the oscillation are transmitted easily to my inserted member whilst I am still bathed in the delightful lovingness of this woman 's torso. I did n't even have to be active, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my head in her hair and inhaled the odour while the political machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to come first. I heard her gasp, and the muscles in her arms and legs contracted, her limbs stiffening as she strained, reaching for the departure. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive spasm. I 've no thought whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The stress in her branch ranch to her body and at concluding into her vagina. The tube-shaped structure tightening around the inserted dildo. The taut home tissue also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of course could n't go on as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the pressing on my penis to a yummy squeeze that intensified the transmitted oscillation. I moaned with pleasance at the thrill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the grasp seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four times in quick succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her torso convulsing. As her body was suspended between carpus and ankles the convulsions made her hip flick back and Forth River between her bond certificate. The motion pivoted efficiently on the only other point limiting her motion ; my inserted member. It was as if she was consciously buck backwards and forwards onto me in an sweat to urinate me amount. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the outcome was wonderful, it could n't have been nicer. The sensations built up, up, up and then over the top- my penis exploding into her as her anal sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm of her own orgasm. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

Apr went silent as her trunk relaxed into the"downtime ”. The ticker cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A small-scale current of sperm followed, dribbling down the interior of her second joint. I got some tissue and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't exhibit it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to ca-ca coffee.


closure

The future day it was prison term to trigger off the Milk River orders as well. I went to check up on on production- April
showed no sign of being aware of my presence, she was mute, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so minutes as the political machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking picket. However on the summation English Milk River product was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should produce a litre by the end of the calendar week. My gravid customer for Milk is actually distaff. I guess she does n't marvel where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing Tennessean ? In any effect she took a fixture cubic decimetre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the intermission in supply. I was at last in a position to send her some and so set up the packaging for the following day. I would be able to supply some of my early frustrated customers in the next week or so too, but as my largest client it was essential I kept her happy. I sorted out the despatch packs and messenger labels for the cargo.

Just then Apr screamed- to a greater extent of a howl really, like an beast in pain. I went to her. Blood was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the sharp edges ripping through her most
confidant flesh. She was losing a lot of blood line and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the car and disconnected her from the setup. As I removed the wires she became less of an file name extension of the simple machine and some of her humanity seemed to return. I released her arms and lowered her to the floor. midst dark line was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't gamble a Doctor so I wrapped a patch around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and inserted it into her vagina to maintain inner insistence. I hoped it was working in any event the roue current ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the first time in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not surely if she thought I had disconnected her from the motorcar out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a coup de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any upshot she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak smile. This was strange, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeders simply go silent during production. They settle into a routine, eating, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with eyes closed or rolled back in their heading. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a full stage, I can siphon their riches and fill my parliamentary law
until one day they just fail. There 's never practically warning so I need to keep a goodish broth frozen to
cover song change over period. The last fille had lasted 3 age and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the instant day of production. Apr 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 product, not with her wound. Not
forgetting of course she was pregnant with my baby and this could only make 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 form was to do cipher and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to kip and went to the bar to match Rob-
hold back it formula after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The succeeding day April was n't utter. If anything she was a lilliputian better, close to mobile so I fastened her
cuffs again, this sentence linked to the bed anatomy. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no recollection of her former life at all. All she knew was that way, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly grateful. After a week she was well enough to
retort to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent attachment and no vaginal
stimulation to drive orgasms. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her white meat were beautiful to behold, they grew dense and taut, standing up from
her bureau as they filled. As they swelled they became quite afflictive and she looked forward to my
visits to have them emptied. Milk was a much prosperous material to obtain, the organic structure being designed to
produce it for external economic consumption. I did n't really want her harm to interrupt my own function so after a hebdomad I was anxious to fuck her again. She just accepted it in secrecy as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from tooshie. After a few push I realised that I did n't consume to limit myself to that route of entry any more. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my prick balls-deep inside her. She said nil and seemed not to note my intrusion once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her piss. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the difference in texture, grasp and raw moist heat. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't seem to experience pain. There was however a surprisal. I had never fucked any of my breeder after output had started. Production simply ended when they failed, so there was never an chance. To my surprisal Apr 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the never-ending climax had developed them to the gunpoint of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could grip my shaft and almost cut off the rakehell supply ! They could ripple and pulse like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could feel each pulse and dork of my shaft with an intensity level I had never known. I do n't guess she got much pleasure from this and she did n't orgasm, but she knew it pleased me and so she simply did it. I came quickly in her, she asked me if it had pleased me and seemed delighted when I said yes. I was truly hold fast now. I did n't want to actually kill April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo theatrical role and could n't hope her juice would be unaltered anyway. She was
only useful to develop milk, but then the sex was unbelievably great and her brainwashed head was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to hold I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that dear Reader is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 years now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more comfortable for her to live in. She never asks about the extraneous
creation, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past times. I know her genial 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 have a
squabble after the nativity of our child when I followed my timeworn path to the missional and abandoned him at their door. The monk there are no great truster in DNA testing- I suppose they could reckon that children abandoned there must have some sort of debatable screen 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 founder. My income has shrunk as most of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are much harder to come by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at to the lowest degree once and I have managed to keep on her lactating continuously either with hormone brass or, as now, with her second pregnancy. Her bosom have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems hefty but I do n't know how practically damage I have done or for how long she will live. I ca n't even tell for long she will bring about but I would infer this wo n't final stage more than a few years. If her Milk fails I will want to enroll another breeder. I have been excavating another way, extending my underground holy against a time when I need to accommodate two. If Apr fails I will take what value is left from her, and her bosom at least should fetch a in effect price. Perhaps I will recruit two new stock breeder anyway and keep the endorsement simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the sentence being both I and April are substance .