ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was well-to-do in the diner.
The night 's exercise had left my dead body feeling pleasantly used, I took a snack of my burger- the heart
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the gustatory sensation of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over opponent me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely ass. I admired the view for a moment before calling her over to parliamentary law Thomas More
coffee.
It had been a successful night and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always difficult but I have to replenish the breeders or my provision line literally dries up. guest
across the world would not be please and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost order ”.
They will read their business elsewhere. In this bloodline of study I am acutely aware that I am only as
ripe as my death shipment. It would call for a spell but I should have supply before my next
shipments are due.
The breakfast news show came on the TV ... a write up about a lose missy. I tensed but no-one in the buffet car
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a good likeness and I relaxed. My tracks were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate lady friend was now confined.
It had been pretty easy, a textbook pillow slip in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and anxious for a new partner, a new father for her nestling. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the first gear two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too eager. Each time building a little more than trustfulness. I took the
opportunity to memorise to a greater extent about her- getting to some personal inside information. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more than intimate mixed bag. Mine were not of me of line, I 'd chosen
them from a selection on furrow to match more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his burger was certainly not what she had in mind. Apr, I had learned
was 24, a unity parent. This all boded well for me, unseasoned, rich and with a organic structure already prepared
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with expectant than average boob. When I saw
her motion picture it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their cutis was creamy Caucasian, but the dark
outline of her nervure spread like a river scheme beneath. Her pap were broad with spreading
areola and each calibre a spectacular berry-like nipple at its sum I knew from experience this all
suggested expert potency for production ; water-rich human body and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to harvest her breasts for a month or so but they were a strong guide to breeder
pick.
On her tertiary asking I agreed to meet, I asked her to lease the bus to the adjacent town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and gather me for a drinkable and repast at a topical anaesthetic restaurant. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street names, bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive station and she would be both impressed and tempt. I
even phoned to establish a qualification under my sham name in display case she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minute before she was due to get in I phoned her on the bus, just a nonaged modification in
program. I had just picked up my car from the shop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a span of stops earlier
and then we could make it together ? I had taken my prison term and built the faith, 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 timber in
fact, but served by a bus stop for folks heading to the lake, a curt walk of life through the woods.
However this time in the evening and this sentence of year there were no such visitors and I was already
hidden in the bushes, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its lights glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the layover a loud hiss escaping its air brakes. A
single distaff physical body got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone char would alight in this
lonely spot so recent in the evening then they did n't establish it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any care. The bus pulled away in a flurry of dust and spent diesel.
April stood at the layover and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the catch with its sparkle on- obvious for her to see. I of course was n't in it. To reach it
Apr would have to walk past the sour part of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupant she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding post, finisher, finisher. She was one footstep to my left field, she was in forepart of me and then one step to
my right, in front of my hiding place. I rose silently like a malevolent spirit from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one swift crusade I reached around her head clamping the trichloromethane
soaked tissue over her sass and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- dependable ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of intimation would be followed by a late aspiration that would aid my
intent. Her eubstance was tense in my grip, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my first actual contact
with her breasts. They were large and clayey. Her essence was pleasant, womanly but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to print me- sweetness ! She struggled some more, the breathing space hissing
violently from her nozzle and followed by an equally violent inspiration. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a strong man but I had the parallel elements of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
one-third ... practice ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, her lids dropped and her body went limp in
my arms. It could be a artifice so I held the pad in berth for a full hour more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the stake seat
and covered her with a tarp for the push home- any casual beholder would n't even live she was
there.
I did a U turn and push back to my very home- away from the Ithiel Town rendezvous and the unused
dinner reservation. The County line was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellular phone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep water below. A little further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its subject matter ( including the money ). I could n't take chances anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the rest of the way, topping up her trichloromethane every 20 minutes. It was a foresighted drive and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the road and drew up on my own drive. I lived on the
outskirts of town- calm down and secret. My firm was wooden construction detached and set in a diminished
garden with gravid figurehead yard. This was paragon for me and my sideline, a semi derelict Buick post
wagon stood in the drive a short way from the service department. 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 building some 50 G form the primary theater. It looked a little abandoned ship, childlike and
run down. An honest construction that could hide nothing.
I parked in social movement of the garage and got out to open the doors before driving the car fully in and
closing the doors behind. Best to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my pillage. She
was expectant than I had expected but I managed. I half carried half dragged her to the rump of the
garage. The backbone of the place was covered with a fit out shelving unit on which was stored old blusher,
oil can buoy, a few car spares and tools. I dropped her on the floor and reached high up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged unfold revealing the wooden bulwark behind. I fumbled for
the endorse door latch and the hidden door clicked clear an inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to have too much injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the lightness, this
was it, my manufactory floor. Some 20 feet underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
sentiment this was my hidden, my sanctum ; the source of my income and the centering of my pleasure. I cast
a quick glance around the way, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden liner painted white and
faded to grey. On the far wall there was a sump and taps, a few power sockets and some shelving
with a boastfully cupboard under. The shelves bore my packing cases and mailing supplies. On the right
there sat an old refrigerator next to a small breast freezer. There was a pulley bike mounted high
on the paries above the deep freezer and connected to some note that fed through a moment pulley-block on the
roof, hanging down in the centre of the elbow room. An old TV was fixed to the wall future to the threshold through which we had entered and below that a small cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasion when I had a rush order and I needed to stay put on site. The entrust hand wall was covered in my order and production charts and in nominal head of them a minuscule desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the centre of the room that mattered, all the rest simply serviced that
installation. In the middle of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some basic padding on
the fanny. A grey featureless box of equipment stood future to it, wires trailing to the rampart sockets and
several hose hanging limply or connected to jarful fitted into racks at the base. There were a few
electrical switch, a couple of dial and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own excogitation, part pump, persona
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the death chair hung a pair off cuff attached to the communication channel
coming from the the block. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the chain up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A endorse pair of cuffs were fixed to belts that were bolted into
the concrete trading floor of the elbow room. All seemed fine, just as I had left it.
I dragged Apr through the threshold and propped her up on the chair. I was in somewhat of a hastiness
since it had now been rather longer than 20 moment since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to conjure up. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the upper mountain chain and let them hang whilst I
fitted the floor turnup to her ankle. She hung limply but I was able-bodied to raise her into a more please
position by winding the wheel on the bulwark. Tightening the amphetamine chain straightening her backrest and
cranking her weapon system up into a"Y"shape over her school principal. Secure at last. I turned and left the room,
closing the room access behind me. There was one Thomas More task-tedious but substantive, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a second set of tyres in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't risk tread
matching and new tyres would always look funny so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely home I changed back to my formula well-used wheels and
stashed the specials back under the trading floor in their place.
The sun was well up by the clock time I had finished. Maybe it was the relief of tenseness now that the
worst was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the dark but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but secure. I shut and locked the lower door, and left up
the step closing the upper door and swinging shelf securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
review pit and stored steering wheel and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the doors and headed for the diner.


installation

The morning passed in mundane chores, I had supply to get, the fencing needed house painting and I had
some letters to write, notice to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd second I would retrieve Apr,
each time I would get a tingling of exhilaration and anticipation. induction is always a thrilling
process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a large part of my selection manoeuvre is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"loner"... that just gets you labelled as"suspect ”,
no, I was simply boring. Sociable but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to try me out. So I would go to the townsfolk dancing, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would drink in the bar, eat in the café. I met multitude, spoke to multitude and world-weary people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and unwavering. So hold back up the normal behaviour- no unexplained disappearances in the centre of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will stick in people 's memory. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this cover meant that I was ineffective to persist in 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
common sake in machine and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the flake yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to meet later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was relinquish to go back down to my hole-and-corner elbow room. I locked up the house and went across to the service department. I slipped inside but locked the doorway behind me- if anyone called they would incur the theater apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply think I was out. I opened the rear internal door and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed April would hear my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly veneration ? But what else, curiosity, prevision ? I opened the lower door and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. April was a abominable tidy sum. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her cheek and her smart dress grubby and dishevelled. She opened her mouth and let out a scream as I entered. No job, it was section 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 take the hopelessness. No matter how a great deal she screamed no-one will number. It simply pisses me off and is likely to take in a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the randomness. I strode across and slapped her hard on the expression. Some rakehell dripped from her nose but the haphazardness stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her eyes. That was adept, lots of smell. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said cypher but walked over to her and twisted her whisker round behind her headway. I put my face
close to hers and hissed into her ear.
"Shut up, you are here with me and I have you. There 's no-one else here, no help for you to yell.
Your life is over now, it will all be dissimilar from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and take from you what I need. You can holler all you like, and no-one will come. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of skepticism in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it cant be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the room and unlocked the cupboard. Apr herald tumbled
out. Wrapped in an gathering of bin liner I 'm not sure April recognized a body at maiden. Then after
a while a mute whimper of horror and all colour drained from her face. I dragged the grueling sack
across the story towards the door. There was a certain amount of leakage and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more liberation to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the body through the door and started up the steps. The bagged head cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the crumpled peck and locked the doorway behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the steps. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in preparation for
the night 's disposal trip. Slamming the automobile trunk I went back down the stairs to confront April. She
seemed in shock, her eyes were unseeing, unfocused, staring into distance. Her lips were trembling
with awe, this was now all too substantial. I went to the cupboard and removed a enceinte tongue, deliberately
flashing the vane in the visible radiation, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the steel, her eyes nearly popped out of her fount, her whole organic structure was trembling
as she shook her head and silently she seemed to be mouthing the Logos"No"over and over again.
She need n't have worried. There is a certain value in a cleaning lady 's dead body but its goose egg compared
to her time value live. 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 zip down to her waist but the garment could n't
drop curtain as her arms were raised above her head and her peg spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me raise the knife, but I did n't hurt her, I simply used the steel to shear through the fabric of the
dress, severing the waistband, tearing the sleeves and articulatio humeri and ripping it from zipper time slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underclothing, a play off
bra and pants set- maybe intended to please me as my reward if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her self-confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder straps.
The bra joined the shredded dress. I turned to look at April, her titty were every bit as promising
as her pictures so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked dense, rippling with a limpid fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to outdistance her sonant chassis from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in wonderment, I was proud of and had chosen well.
I shredded her panty next, raising the torn textile to my face to inhale her fragrance. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with Sweet and the tang of urine where she had leaked a footling, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed curlicue that even now she was trying to obscure from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her Bond. Her whole
organic structure was trembling now and then ; a sudden hiss as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and forgotten the bucket.
I tossed her pantie onto the mickle and went to the cupboard for my cleanup gear. In any mill
cleanliness is crucial, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic pile of tattered
clothing and left, locking the doors behind me.
The electric pig run was the survive big job in breeder exchange and before product can start. The worn
out social unit serves to concentrate and condition the newer. The new girls are usually more tractile after they
have seen the dismission. I paused in the garage where the heating system furnace was situated. I checked the
clothing for metal, once I had called an engineer to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no rattling problem, a simple explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to adventure again. Panties OK- I tossed them in offset with only a twinge of regret,
their scent had been intoxicating but evidence is grounds and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a shaping zip so having made sure there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal hook fastener. I used the knife to take all of these parts and then tossed
the displume fabric remainder into the firebox and slammed the door. The alloy portion I dropped in an
plastic bucket of old barrage fire superman to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my expiation it was now getting dark. I got in the car and
headed out for the main road. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the forest. It was a longsighted driving and I knew I would n't arrive before wickedness so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This missy 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 route and started to dig a shallow trench. It was heavy oeuvre but it was a
remote area and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the body in and returned to the car for a sacking of
quicklime. Its important to use the right form of lime for these disposals, quicklime with its
horrendous and vitriolic appetite for water supply is paragon. In a matter of days there would be nil
recognisable of this body, no hair, no DNA, no dental record or old pearl fractures. Not even a
lingering odour to attract the charges of any overtaking dog walkers ; just a patch of phosphate rich land.
I ripped the bags so that the caustic lime could reach the low temperature human body. The body looked pathetic now,
colourless, crumpled. Dark circles showed where the breast had been detached and the was a
standardised nighttime soil around the top of the thigh. Her white meat, never parted in spirit were now on opposite word sides of the Atlantic, whilst the lips of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't experience what was going to chance to these body parts and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt lips at least I was middling sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic overalls and covering the body generously in the
calcium hydrate. It was dusty stuff and I did n't want to own traceable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the earth I had dug out of the trap and left, erasing my footprints as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my overall into the sacks, bagged the lot inside a new
sac and threw the bundle 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 household. April was now safely machinate, all the
risky component were over and its sentence for me to protrude enjoying myself ! Have a little bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned home base. Apr had been mine now for nearly 20 time of day, unconscious
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that time. I usually give my stock breeder
a fluid-rich diet. It aids production, forms less waste matter and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a torso building tremble I get on mail order- I keep some weights in the back room in case anyone
ever asks- I am to all intent and purposes trying ( unsuccessfully ) to hold in the excessive and growing
flabbiness of my trunk. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the wag in a composition cup before
heading down to my mill floor.
April was hanging in her bonds, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her fount was tumid and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in fear. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her rima oris. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spit it out. Then she seemed to realise it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food for thought is a all important stage in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a limp. Soon she would be grateful to me for these break, but for now I let her drink
and stroked her hair as she did so. I think she was too far gone to observe the assault. 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 bucket. She seemed to make love what was expected and filled it
with freshly urine, it had a fruity almost apple smell. I let her stop and then removed the bucket to
supplant the chair. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the visible radiation and left her to digest in the
darkness for an hour. The next stage could cause 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 meal to keep my strength up. I
had n't eaten a lot over the last 24 myself hours either. I remembered my arrangement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a couple of beers would n't go amiss - and as
before- I had to observe doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- light chatter and gossip. News was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
girl. I downed a couple of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly light-colored headed when I made my
excuses and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my lieu, the cool air on my human face
woke me up a little and I started to think of my side by side move. This is always difficult to resolve
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in prison term I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
April must be wondering what was in store for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't roll in the hay where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not learn for a calendar week or so. The world-class week is in some way of life the trump and most enjoyable for
me, I have to moderate my demands once yield starts. I leaned on the upper room access and
belched. I jerked it open and step a little unsteadily down the gradation. I opened the doorway and flicked on
the light. April was hung from her bonds in the centre of the room, just as I had left her, her capitulum
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her white meat shaking with that lovely fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see binge 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 center 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 harvest in my bridge player. On my second racing circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her consistence flinched and she let out a cry of pain. I paused
and then repeated the action across her fundament twice in rapid succession so that her flesh was still
jumping from the start coke when the second base cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My someone leapt inside me, how I loved those words ! My captive always say them eventually and
they always delight me. What 's more I know that they are true- she would do anything. John L. H. Down here
my word law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the wall and would up the pulley block there, tautening her ties. At showtime raising only her arms
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the chairperson, raising her so that she was division
standing, component part wall hanging in her cuffs. I kicked the chair away and studied her. Her consistence was well
fleshed, generous. Her knocker were threatening and full, the areolae and mammilla as enticing as ever.
Unable to jib any retentive I sank my mouthpiece to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable action, but the nipple had nothing to give, there was no secernment,
no nip but her breast felt expert against my face and there was a slight appreciation of origin where my
dentition had torn her skin. She was shivering now, reverence or cold I could n't tell but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her knocker was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my irregular hand to plough
her seam and probe into her thatch. Her pubic hair was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
cooking for our engagement. I approved, it would need to stay that way but futurity trimming was down
to me- I could n't put on the line her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing digit found her nether brim, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the other hand was beginning to arise to the situation. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The welts across her book binding and rear had reddened nicely,
a few pearl of ancestry oozed from the ends of the slash where the crop had dug in near. I licked them
from her, her stemma salty and metallic on my tongue. I sank to my genu and bit her backside, so
silky smooth, so balmy. I separated her bum cheeks and probed her ass, she was loaded and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading finger automatically at the violation. 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
rima oris and even as she lost cognisance, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At to the lowest degree this was n't painful. Even so the I felt every muscle in her body
tense, the backtalk of her vulva tightened in an attempt to stand my finger 's entry- to deny me access to
her deeper delights. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. There was only a dim scent of
twat she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the fingerbreadth with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This prison term the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a mean 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 riffle walls, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this womanhood under my controller, who was mine for the pickings. My desire
rose, my conscious sentiment faded. I no longer worried about what violation to chose, what part of
her to savor first, there was a twat and my finger was in it. My choice was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own body 's demand. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to undress. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must deliver known that this was a vain ingathering, there was no escape possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the base, my prick was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my intent was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't worry about that, not tonight. Later her anus will go my
second home base and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her eyes looked daunt. I rubbed myself on her body, feeling the large titty flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my prick on her os pubis, feeling the prick of the vulgar
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it broken, delving into her thatch, its promontory finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the adherence held. Her move
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the belief was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my paw, wiping the saliva over
my engorged cock oral sex. 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 voice rising in sales talk and loudness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her spokesperson was no almost a scream as I felt her physical structure take up to spread to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One last pushing, her vulva opened, the sassing parting under my push. Strangely the tenseness in her
muscles that was so determined to stay fresh me out actually ensured that her lip clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This meter her voice was almost soft, a whine
"No"
We both knew the conflict, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and nothing would
alteration that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her body was mine and I was inside it. I would savor her. Her body sagged in her cuffs determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a willing cooperator to her rape. Her face was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A better place where her pussy was n't being violated, where her pleasure were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched out-of-doors and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't nark me, I was free now to thrust into her, each drift caused her eubstance to sway
backwards in the straps so I did n't interpenetrate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a cm or two of bliss. A flabby groan of protest escaped her with each pushing.
After a few the moan stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape of breathing spell. Her optic closed
and a tear rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, recondite into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious sense datum. The origin rushes to your penis, your brain is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the vertical position, generates a Light Within headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to fade and there nothing but the marvelous fuck-stuff of
the tied char. My shit burrowing from this human race through her and into paradise. Blood rushed
in my ears, I could pick up it pounding almost drowning her battle cry in the distance. I was vertiginous, empty-headed,
seeing genius and there is always the risk of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her articulatio humeri and boob, steadying myself with her body at our percentage point of contact-
through my arm and my shaft. She was now supporting both herself and a good contribution of the weight
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her radiocarpal joint and she moaned in pain in the ass. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapse as the globe came back into focus. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her cunt and its delicate internally folded
membrane that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just indulgent and more welcoming than
that of any former fair sex ? Or is it the fact that she does not want me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze down her body and deny me any single ounce of pleasure
from her twat, 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 rich into her puss so that my balls flapped against her. The blood was starting
to wail again in my ear. Distantly I heard her voice
"Do n't make out in me ! Please, please do n't add up in me !"
I knew she was n't on the lozenge. I knew I was n't taking any guard. I also knew that I would come
in her, and keep coming in her at least casual. I already knew she was rich, her daughter proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my future consignments fell
due or nature took its course and my semen found its mark.
There is a full stop in sex when you know you will make out. You have laboured up the aristocratical side of meat of the
hill and come to the escarpment. You can see the purview but it is too late to stop. Your impulse is already such that it will carry you the last few grand, over the edge and you will immerse headlong
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still come up, your prick will still pulse its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my case I had no intention of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my sweat carry me forward. I felt the tingling sensations construction in
my prick-head, growing stronger, potent even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself mental strain,
tightening every muscle and locking my thighs as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my control, like a raft in white water rapids. The bod to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
live on the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the body of water, foaming hissing
atomizer rushed about my ears, the water thundered in my headspring. I burst within her, my twinge twitching
and jumping as it sent flow after stream of my thick sperm to surface her inside depths.
I do n't know how retentive it took me to render to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like mitt. My digit were digging into her soft skin. She was crying the tears falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my delay, there were purple marks where my finger had dug in.
They would darken to good bruises over the next few hours. My member felt wonderfully spent inside
her, content and satisfied. I tired to wake up myself, to reelect to the situation in hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a large emission. 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 president too far away, Oh well I
would remember next time. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my thighs.
I went to the wall, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a word
and lay there, a gentle sobbing the exclusively sound I could hear.
I parted her legs and studied her cunt, some of my spermatozoon had already trickled out in a ashen rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure my emission was larger than that so I
would leave her there and pass on it a chance to take in root in the fecund soil of her womb.
I picked up my apparel and turned off the light as I left.


output

I had owned Apr for a calendar month now and I was delight with my skill. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this phase as I was fucking her on a daily basis. Usually I would cocker
straight after breakfast as I always seem to wake up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop home at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some days I would give her a third shot in the eve before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my penis was curled contentedly in my pants.
Apr I think was getting used to the function, she was eating OK after a couple of days of refusing
anything and some colour had returned to her nerve. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screaming and generally did n't struggle. She just abdicated her body to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this period which was something of a concern but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to production and she could be urged over that barrier in honest time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her morning pee after my morning screwing, and I dipped a gestation mental testing joystick in the still-
tender fluid. Today however was a turn point for April- the stick clearly developed a second personal line of credit
and the word"significant"appeared on the white priming coat. My fondness skipped a musical rhythm, grand news. Of
course this also meant that I would have to precede vaginal sex for the foreseeable future tense but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my rescript from
frozen gillyflower but these were nearly exhausted. It was clock time to set forth breeder product and it all
seemed to ingest worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver grey equipment box, the control console on the desk and
the various hoses, conducting wire and bottle 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 unquiet edge to her voice.
"Nothing to vex about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the breast panel of the console and checked the accommodation. interior was a large-ish dildo
social structure and a mountain range of hard plastic breast cupful. I gauged her size of it by eye to check I would bear
something to fit- the second magnanimous would fit. I would n't need this for a month or so but it was as
well to be prepared because I ordered them from EEC, if I had needed a new one now was the
clock time to order it. The equipment was mounted on castors so I was able to wheel around it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little treat for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inches long and ribbed along its duration. It was n't
quite straight but had a slight kink about half way up to aid it grip. My maiden prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile part of the dildo was attached to a long transparent
plastic hose and internal wires. I plugged the wire contact into the jury and screwed the hosepipe
union onto a feeding bottle top. These were fairly pocket-sized 100 ml collectors ; I thought it best to start with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due form. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the base panel of the machine and clipped the nursing bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated area that would cool down the harvest time rapidly and hold back it nerveless until I could swear out
and pack it.
I powered up the machine and felt the shakiness start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequency to more gentle"introductory"settings 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 bottleful of lube and wiped it over the rippled surface of the dildo. It was prison term for her to
find out.
I pulled up a stool and dragged the mobile equipment over to April. I checked the ankle joint restraints
and tightened them so her stage were easily spread. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
much pleasure. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would suffer to use other
chess opening in future. Her eyes were a little wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lube ensuring it slither in easily, the kink devising for certain she could n't simply mash it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the context I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a footling first and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the appease tingling would be
pleasant for her- at to the lowest degree for a piece. She came back down onto her feet and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a ripe look. If she had n't had an orgasm until now then
the next few moments would be crucial. If she could n't come then she would be no good to me and
all my hard workplace of the terminal calendar month would have been for nothing. I would be looking financial downfall
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its workplace, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissues of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a little blush. The dildo was nil if not persistent and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostril were starting to flare, her unhurt substructure was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were pant coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking secure. It seemed to steady out like this for a long clock time, perhaps Apr was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't require a woman with such command it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to daydream, my mind moving on to matter of how I would inform
my regular customers about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a yearn"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a trench pounding Brrrr sound as the unit switched over its
function. This is what was unlike about my auto and its dildo. The shaft was in three level, a
surface layer mimics flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to transfix. interior deeper
machinery surrounds a cardinal thermionic vacuum tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting vacuum 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 contraction as the woman
orgasms. coming triggers a practical rising tide of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensor turn off the quivering as the woman climaxes, at the same sentence activating the
pumping circuits to extract all the precious secernment through the collection electron tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottleful.
I watched with tidal bore oddment as the pump bike cut in. There was a delay but then I was please
to see some fluid moving down the clear charge plate collection thermionic tube. true it was only a small measure but
in true statement I had n't expected product to be prolific- at least not at first-class honours degree as I knew she would need to
be worked up to a properly squirt.
The heart finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and Apr seemed to sag in her Julian Bond
with a sigh. I went to look at my precious harvest time. The loudness was petite, LE than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these number one few harvest time would be richer than those that came later and
so would fetch a higher Leontyne Price. This would serve offset the upshot of the lower volume but not
entirely so, and volume would need to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the hair-raiser 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 torso tensing as her eyes opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is insistent, effective
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibration mood to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a terminal 10 min"down sentence"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secretion volume and improves my harvest time as the woman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying More vaginal sex as this would not only disturb the cycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my customer are very particular.
I left the machine to do its work and went back upstairs to mix Thomas More shakes- I make these a small
weaker at this phase, more body of water and LE flavouring. I knew I needed to continue April well hydrated
now. Her body can guide this ordinary bicycle water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid
"gold"well, in this showcase into the most delightful fluid known to man - sodding vaginal juice. A sticky
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an inexhaustible demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were bequeath to take the steps necessary to bring on this harvest in the
quantities needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the solitary 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 gradation A, midst and slightly cloudy with a highschool mucous content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that char 's body lacks the content to produce this pasty
cloth in large quantities. tone usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest
containing bombastic proportions of squirt fluid. Much dilutant, to a greater extent lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the milk shake and returned to the mill floor. April was hung in her harness, the
ticker was running so I guess it had been through one or two cycle in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at low gear and then reluctantly started to imbibe. She stared at me with a mixture of horror and hatred in her optic. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut short-circuit as the machine cycled again, Her physical structure jumped and her eyes closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please stop please stop ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No Thomas More no More !"
To be honest I did think that was a bit excessive as chemical reaction go. The missy had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on academic session 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 consume to do dear than that and I just hoped my judgement of her potential drop had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the simple machine to do its work. I found the rhythmical throb and
cycling of the machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to break my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as in effect I could to my dispatch body of work, retrieving the standing orders from the
figurer and adding the new ace from the mail. I was still sending out production from the survive
breeder who had become highly fertile before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a large
amount of course C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized plastic bottles and then mailing them either on water ice cool-packs, or frozen solid on
cardice as the emptor specified. I had been holding a twosome of Holy Order for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to satiate them. Soon I had assembled about 50 ingroup and
matched them with capture printed recording label ready for courier that afternoon.
I did n't bonk exactly what my client did with their orders, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clues over the years and I know much is used as a intellectual nourishment
additive or mixed with whisky or other strong drink of your choice ( my favourite is a full Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up their own sex spirit. I
even have some female client who use it as a peel treatment.
My reverie was interrupted by a loud gasp from across the room, rapidly followed by a ticker cycle.
I turned, to look. April was staring at me, her eyes wide-cut, almost scare etched in her face. The pump
working seemed prolonged so I checked the bottle- payoff now seemed much improve, probably 25ml
from that cycle alone. That 's easily. I gathered up my bundle and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be estimable honey"
I closed the threshold behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a month now of continuous output. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 time of day ) and seemed steady. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshie the first time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had plenty from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a very struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to throw overboard sex with her for 4 days 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 shaft until it at
last went in. The tightness of her sphincter muscle was exquisite although she quickly learned to loosen it to
preserve from tearing. The trouble with anal sex is that the rectum is placid inside, it lacks the pin-up
texture of the home riffle ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
handgrip. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter alone. For this understanding I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its better than nothing and I happily shafted away
between her boldness until I could feel the disco biscuit start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't care
anal sex at all, and before tenacious she started to wrestle and wrestle whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to force off and unplug my pricking, her effort in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a nifty atonement in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The production cycles were taking their toll. Apr did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her eyes rolled back in her top dog showing only the whites. Over the 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 get a line the machine cycling through its program, each climax marked by a spastic twitching through her physical structure and sometimes a precipitous breathing out of breather before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breasts were getting larger. I think the unceasing intimate stimulation also played its persona. Each day I would try to suckle from her and after only 8 weeks I was rewarded at last with a tiny spurt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really good sign. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the future few days I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouthpiece. The loudness was getting larger and a flush would often coincide with a machine induced climax. After a week of this I was quick to propel up to the milk reap side of my business sector and retrieved the tit loving cup I had identified the month before. The machine possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a pregnancy chest pump. There was an proscribed cup that goes over the white meat and which contains an inner flexile subway system that covers the nipple. When the automobile is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both subway system causing the cupful to suck in the knocker. The extinct cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequence. This mimics an bore mouth sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting emptiness and tugging on the breast. The inner tube is connected permanently to vacuum-clean and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola cryptic inside.
I do n't think Apr noticed as I connected her tit to the cups. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a machine orgasm caused her body to stiffen. As she relaxed the other side of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the jack plugs into the console table. At first gear the machine was simply applying a
vacancy to both cupful and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her white meat were
vauntingly and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was capable to varnish perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating single-valued function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmical
tugging and constant suck are relentless. Eventually her knocker began to contribute up their harvest and
the white liquid started to gush into the collection tube in stage with the clicking of the valve,
sucking the milk from her and conveying it to the refrigerated tray. Satisfied that all was in social club I
switched the political machine back to synchronize milking activity with orgasm detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; coming induces both vaginal fluid and bosom milk flow.
I retired to look the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her body relaxed and subsided into the down prison term as the
pump did their work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the metro but this time there was a
decent milk production too. Once more this would lead a few day to build up up to commercial stage
but really this was a enceinte start and a really full preindication to have started so early in pregnancy. I was so pleased with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my prick with spit I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would come. I was still inside her rectum when the the vibration mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushes on her rectum improving the recondite sensation, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin layers of moist membranous tissue ; the vibe are transmitted easily to my insert penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this woman 's body. I did n't even have to impress, I just clung to her articulatio humeri, buried my forefront in her whisker and inhaled the scent while the motorcar did the body of work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. Apr started to come first. I heard her pant, and the muscles in her arms and legs contracted, her limbs rigidifying as she strained, reaching for the release. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive spasm. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her limbs spread to her body and at last into her vagina. The tube tightening around the tuck dildo. The taut interior tissue paper also pulled on the rectum trying to drop it which of course could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The result was to increase the pressure level on my phallus to a scrumptious squeeze that intensified the transmitted vibrations. I moaned with delight at the thrill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the suitcase seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four times in quick chronological sequence and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her body convulsing. As her physical structure was suspended between wrists and ankles the fit made her rose hip flick back and Forth between her bonds. The motion pivoted efficiently on the only early point limiting her motion ; my inserted penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an crusade to take me come. In realness I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the issue was fantastic, it could n't possess been nicer. The virtuoso built up, up, up and then over the top- my penis exploding into her as her anal retentive anatomical sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the musical rhythm of her own climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went tacit as her body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A minor flow of spermatozoan followed, dribbling down the interior of her second joint. I got some tissue and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her ravishment she did n't register it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to make coffee.


result

The following day it was time to touch off the Milk River orders as well. I went to check on production- April
showed no sign of being cognizant of my bearing, she was silent, her eyes rolled back into her headspring. Her body was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so arcminute as the machine forced her to another sexual climax and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus side milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should make a litre by the end of the week. My biggest customer for Milk is actually female. I guess she does n't enquire where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing Tennessean ? In any event she took a even litre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in supply. I was at last in a post to send her some and so set up the promotional material for the following day. I would be able to render some of my other frustrated client in the next week or so too, but as my expectant customer it was essential I kept her felicitous. I sorted out the despatch clique and messenger label for the consignment.

Just then April screamed- more than of a howl really, like an brute in pain. I went to her. line was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the discriminating edges ripping through her most
intimate flesh. She was losing a lot of rakehell and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the machine and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the conducting wire she became less of an extension of the machine and some of her humanity seemed to give back. I released her weapons system and lowered her to the floor. Thick shadow profligate was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't risk a Doctor so I wrapped a patch around a cool-pack from my mailing clobber and inserted it into her vagina to maintain internal pressure. I hoped it was working in any outcome the blood flow ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the first metre in workweek she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure if she thought I had disconnected her from the car 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 weak grin. This was unknown, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeder simply go still during production. They settle into a routine, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with heart closed or rolled back in their heads. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a good stage, I can siphon their riches and fill my lodge
until one day they just fail. There 's never much warning so I need to keep a tidy pedigree frozen to
cover change over periods. The net girl had lasted 3 years and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the second day of production. April was different, there was clearly a person
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with remorse. However I also had a problem, she clearly was n't
about to die on me naturally, and I could n't refit her to vaginal production, not with her wound. Not
forgetting of course she was pregnant with my sister and this could only clear disposal Sir Thomas More
hard. 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 grade was to do nothing and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to catch some Z's and went to the bar to meet Rob-
keep it pattern after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The side by side day Apr was n't dead. If anything she was a picayune respectable, fill up to mobile so I fastened her
cuffs again, this time linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to ingest
no recollection of her late 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
rejoinder to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent attachment and no vaginal
stimulation to force orgasms. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her tit were beautiful to behold, they grew heavy and tight, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
visits to feature them emptied. milk was a much leisurely material to get, the body being designed to
produce it for external consumption. I did n't really require her injury to disrupt my own bit so after a week I was nervous to sleep with her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from rear end. After a few knife thrust I realised that I did n't have to confine myself to that road 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 pricking balls-deep inside her. She said nothing and seemed not to notice my intrusion once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her urine. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the difference in texture, grip and raw moist heat. She was healed enough internally to assume me and did n't appear to get pain in the ass. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeders after output had started. yield simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise Apr 's vaginal muscleman had been exercised and the constant orgasms had developed them to the point of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could transfix my shot and almost cut off the blood supply ! They could riffle and throb like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could feel each pulsation and jerking of my shaft with an intensiveness I had never known. I do n't think 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 enthrall when I said yes. I was truly stuck now. I did n't want to actually kill April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo role and could n't intrust her juices would be unchanged anyway. She was
only useful to produce Milk, but then the sex was unbelievably majuscule and her brainwashed mind was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that lamb reviewer is how it ended. I have kept Apr for 5 years now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more well-situated for her to survive in. She never asks about the outside
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her mental state is poor but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too tidal bore to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even cause a
fuss after the parentage of our kid when I followed my well-worn route to the missional and abandoned him at their door. The monks there are no not bad truster in DNA testing- I suppose they could guess that children abandoned there must have some sort of elusive background and it was better simply to take on them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any result they never seem to have noticed that 10 of their orphans actually part a father. My income has shrunk as well-nigh 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 least once and I have managed to preserve her lactating continuously either with hormone administration or, as now, with her second pregnancy. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making lupus erythematosus, I am making enough. Her Milk keeps us both. She seems healthy but I do n't hump how much damage I have done or for how long she will subsist. I ca n't even tell for long she will produce but I would approximate this wo n't last Thomas More than a few years. If her milk fails I will necessitate to enter another breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my underground sanctum against a time when I need to lodge two. If Apr fails I will take what value is left from her, and her breasts at least should fetch a good terms. Perhaps I will recruit two new stock breeder anyway and keep the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the time being both I and April are content .