ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chairperson and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the diner.
The night 's utilization had left my body feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the sum
was charred around the bound from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the taste of the
coffee berry. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a fixture. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buttocks. I admired the view for a minute before calling her over to guild 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 stock breeder or my supply line literally dries up. customer
across the world would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost club ”.
They will take their patronage elsewhere. In this blood line of work I am acutely cognisant that I am only as
good as my endure consignment. It would take a patch but I should have supplies before my side by side
shipments are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a write up about a pretermit little girl. I tensed but no-one in the diner
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a trade good alikeness and I relaxed. My cut were
covered and only I knew where this inauspicious girl was now confined.
It had been pretty easy, a school text case in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and nervous for a new partner, a new Fatherhood for her child. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the kickoff two
opportunity to meet- not appearing too eager. Each clip building a little More trustfulness. I took the
opportunity to watch More about her- getting to some personal detail. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the Thomas More intimate variety. Mine were not of me of track, I 'd choose
them from a choice on personal line of credit to cope with more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his Warren E. Burger was certainly not what she had in judgement. April, I had learned
was 24, a undivided parent. This all boded well for me, Thomas Young, fertile and with a body already prepared
for my use by prior childbirth. She was well fleshed with magnanimous than average knocker. When I saw
her pictures it was her breasts that had sealed her luck. Their skin was creamy albumen, but the dark
outline of her nervure spread like a river scheme beneath. Her nipples were broad with spreading
areolae and each drill hole a prominent berry-like nipple at its centre of attention I knew from experience this all
suggested right potential difference for production ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to reap her titty for a month or so but they were a strong pathfinder to breeder
choice.
On her third request I agreed to meet, I asked her to acquire the bus to the next Ithiel Town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and meet me for a drinking and repast at a local restaurant. Although this space was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street gens, bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive place and she would be both impressed and lure. I
even phoned to take a leak a reservation under my take up name in fount she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 moment before she was due to get I phoned her on the bus, just a minor change in
design. I had just picked up my car from the shop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a couple of plosive speech sound earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my fourth dimension and built the trust, she did n't even query it
and happily agreed to get off 4 occlusive out of townspeople. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus hitch for family heading to the lake, a dead manner of walking through the woods.
However this sentence in the evening and this time of year there were no such visitor and I was already
hidden in the scrub, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its lights glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a loud hiss escaping its air brake. A
bingle distaff image got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone cleaning woman would perch in this
lonely spot so late in the evening then they did n't testify it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any tending. The bus pulled away in a flurry of rubble and spent Rudolf Diesel.
Apr stood at the diaphragm and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
grounds from the halt with its lights on- obvious for her to see. I of form was n't in it. To gain it
April would have to walk past the darkest part of the George H.W. Bush, 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 blank space, closer, closer. She was one step to my left, she was in front of me and then one step to
my rightfield, in movement of my hide out office. I rose silently like a malevolent flavour from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one Gustavus Franklin Swift apparent motion I reached around her school principal clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her rima oris and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of hint would be followed by a deep inhalation that would aid my
purpose. Her trunk was tense in my grip, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my for the first time real link
with her breast. They were large and gruelling. Her perfume was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sugariness ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally wild inspiration. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a strong man but I had the mate ingredient of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third ... practice session ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her head word, her lids dropped and her torso went limp in
my arms. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in space for a entire min more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the residuum of the way to the car. I spread her on the support buns
and covered her with a tarp for the private road home- any free-and-easy observer would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U turn and labour back to my real home- away from the Ithiel Town rendezvous and the idle
dinner booking. The County line was a river, I stopped on the nosepiece and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep water below. A little advance on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contents ( including the money ). I could n't hazard anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the quietus of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 minutes. It was a longsighted driving and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the road and drew up on my own private road. I lived on the
outskirts of town- quiet and common soldier. My house was wooden structure detached and set in a small
garden with orotund front line cubic yard. This was ideal for me and my hobby, a semi derelict Buick station
Dipper stood in the private road a short way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classics stood rusting quietly around the station. The garage itself doubled as my shop. It was a
separate wooden building some 50 yards form the chief sign. It looked a short derelict, simple and
run down. An honest building that could hide nothing.
I parked in forepart of the garage and got out to give the doors before driving the car fully in and
closing the room access behind. best to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my plunder. She
was heavier than I had expected but I managed. I half carried half dragged her to the rear of the
garage. The cover of the place was covered with a accommodate shelving social unit on which was stored old paint,
oil cans, a few car spares and tools. I dropped her on the floor and reached gamy up on the right for
the door latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged loose revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the second base latch and the cover door clicked open an inch or two. I pulled it all-embracing and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to cause too a lot accidental injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the light, this
was it, my factory story. Some 20 feet hugger-mugger, soundproofed and completely hidden from
aspect this was my undercover, my sanctum ; the source of my income and the focus of my joy. I cast
a flying glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted Patrick White and
faded to grey. On the far wall there was a sink and tap, a few exponent sockets and some shelving
with a vauntingly cupboard under. The shelves bore my packing pillow slip and mailing supply. On the right-hand
there sat an old refrigerator next to a small chest freezer. There was a pulley steering wheel mounted high
on the bulwark above the Deepfreeze and connected to some lines that fed through a second pulley on the
roof, hanging down in the center of the room. An old TV was fixed to the wall following to the door through which we had entered and below that a small cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a haste order and I needed to bide on site. The left script wall was covered in my order and production charts and in front of them a small desk and PC plus printer.
It was the adjustment in the eye of the room that mattered, all the balance simply serviced that
installation. In the eye of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some canonical cushioning on
the butt. A white-haired featureless box of equipment stood following to it, wires trailing to the rampart sockets and
several hose hanging limply or connected to jar fitted into racks at the foot. There were a few
switches, a dyad of dials and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own intent, piece pump, persona
icebox and part.. well you 'll see. Above the professorship hung a span off cuffs attached to the personal credit line
coming from the the block. They were fully adjustable for distance by winding the chain up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A secondly pair of cuffs were fixed to belts that were bolted into
the concrete storey of the way. All seemed ok, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the threshold and propped her up on the chair. I was in somewhat of a hurry
since it had now been rather longer than 20 minute since her last top up with trichloromethane and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the upper berth Ernst Boris Chain and let them hang whilst I
fitted the floor manacle to her ankles. She hung limply but I was able to set up her into a more pleasing
placement by winding the rack on the rampart. Tightening the upper range straightening her back and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"frame over her head. Secure at last. I turned and left the elbow room,
closing the door behind me. There was one more task-tedious but indispensable, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a second set of tyre in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't adventure tread
matching and new tire would always look suspicious so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely rest home I changed back to my normal well-used wheel and
stashed the specials back under the base in their place.
The sun was well up by the time I had finished. Maybe it was the ease of tenseness now that the
worst was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the night but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but fasten. I shut and locked the lower berth doorway, and left up
the stairs closing the upper door and swinging ledge securely. I dropped the timbre back over the
inspection 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 door and headed for the diner.


instalment

The morning passed in mundane chores, I had supplies to get, the fencing needed painting and I had
some letters to drop a line, bills to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would withdraw April,
each time I would get a tingle of hullabaloo and prediction. installment is always a thrilling
unconscious process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a declamatory function of my survival tactic 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 seek me out. So I would go to the town dance, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would imbibe in the bar, eat in the café. I met multitude, spoke to people and bored people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and sweetie. 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 flummox in multitude 's memory. It was
Sabbatum and I needed to be seen around townsfolk as usual.
All this cover meant that I was unable to retain Apr 's installation until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of burnt umber about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow shop, we had a
coarse interest in railroad car and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the chip yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to run into later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was gratuitous to go back down to my secret room. I locked up the theatre and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the threshold behind me- if anyone called they would bump the house apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply cerebrate I was out. I opened the rear national doors and locked them behind me before heading down the step. I guessed Apr would hear my fall and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, rarity, anticipation ? I opened the lower berth room access and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. Apr was a atrocious sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her makeup running down her face and her ache apparel Myxocephalus aenaeus and dishevelled. She opened her oral cavity and let out a scream as I entered. No problem, it was division of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to wear upon herself out before she would assume the hopelessness. No affair how a great deal she screamed no-one will come. It simply pisses me off and is in all probability to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the noise. I strode across and slapped her hard on the face. Some rake dripped from her nose but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her eyes. That was effective, lots of disembodied spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nothing but walked over to her and twisted her tomentum rhythm behind her straits. I put my brass
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 avail for you to call.
Your liveliness is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and take from you what I need. You can cry all you like, and no-one will derive. 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 potential, it cant be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the room and unlocked the cupboard. Aprils harbinger tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin liners I 'm not sure enough April recognized a dead body at number 1. Then after
a while a dampen whine of horror and all colour drained from her face. I dragged the heavy hammock
across the floor towards the doorway. There was a sealed amount of leak and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breathing spell and fetched more liberation to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the dead body through the door and started up the stairs. The bulge forefront cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the crumpled heap and locked the threshold behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the stair. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the arse of the car in cookery for
the night 's disposal trip-up. Slamming the torso I went back down the stairs to confront April. She
seemed in electrical shock, her eyes were unseeing, unfocused, staring into space. Her sass were trembling
with awe, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a bombastic knife, deliberately
flashing the vane in the light, before crossing again to Apr. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her eyes nearly popped out of her face, her whole consistence 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 sure value in a woman 's dead body but its nada compared
to her note value alert. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the cervix of the
frock she had put on to impress me. I pulled the zipper down to her shank but the garment could n't
free fall as her arms were raised above her head and her leg spread head and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me parent the knife, but I did n't hurt her, I simply used the blade to fleece through the fabric of the
dress, severing the waistband, tearing the arm and berm and ripping it from zipper one-armed bandit to
hem. I pulled the wearing apparel 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 reward if our eve had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder straps.
The bra joined the shredded dress. I turned to look at April, her white meat were every bit as bright
as her photo so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked gruelling, rippling with a limpid fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to outdistance her gentle flesh from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the tank air. I muttered in admiration, I was please and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the mangled fabric to my face to inhale her fragrance. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the black rockweed of urine where she had leaked a slight, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed curls that even now she was trying to obscure from my regard by squirming and twisting in her bond. Her altogether
trunk was trembling now and then ; a sudden hiss as she emptied her vesica, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and forgotten the bucketful.
I tossed her pantie onto the pile and went to the cupboard for my cleaning appurtenance. In any mill
cleanliness is requirement, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her poor stack of tattered
wearable and left, locking the doorway behind me.
The disposal run was the last big job in stock breeder exchange and before production can start. The worn
out unit serves to concentrate and discipline the newer. The new miss 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 service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified alloy in the ashes- no very problem, a simple account was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. Panties OK- I tossed them in first with only a twinge of sorrow,
their olfactory property had been intoxicating but grounds 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 metal hook holdfast. I used the knife to take out all of these division and then tossed
the pluck fabric remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The metal component part I dropped in an
plastic bucket of old bombardment acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my gratification it was now getting dark. I got in the car and
headed out for the highway. I wont bore you with the particular, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the forest. It was a long drive and I knew I would n't go far before shadow so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This little girl 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 work but it was a
remote area and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the dead body in and returned to the car for a dismissal of
quicklime. Its of import to use the decent bod of lime for these garbage disposal, quicklime with its
direful and caustic appetite for piss is idealistic. In a matter of twenty-four hour period there would be cipher
recognisable of this body, no hair, no DNA, no dental record or old os break. Not even a
lingering odor to attract the charges of any departure dog John Walker ; just a patch of phosphate rich soil.
I ripped the old bag so that the calcium oxide could reach the inhuman flesh. The dead body looked pathetic now,
colourless, crumpled. night circles showed where the breasts had been detached and the was a
exchangeable shadow grease around the top of the thighs. Her knocker, never parted in biography were now on inverse incline of the Atlantic, whilst the sassing of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't do it what was going to happen to these body component part and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt mouth at least I was pretty 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
hydrated lime. It was dust-covered clobber and I did n't desire to have traceable depositary on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the ground I had dug out of the hole and left, erasing my footprints as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my boilersuit into the pouch, bagged the lot inside a new
pocket and threw the package 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 dwelling house. April was now safely organise, all the
bad parts were over and its time for me to bug out enjoying myself ! Have a slight bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned home. April had been mine now for nearly 20 hours, unconscious
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that time. I usually give my breeders
a fluid-rich dieting. It aids output, grade less waste and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a body building milkshake I get on mail order- I keep some weights in the dorsum way in showcase anyone
ever asks- I am to all intents and intent trying ( unsuccessfully ) to moderate the excessive and growing
flabbiness of my physical structure. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a paper cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her shackle, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was intumescent and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in fear. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her 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 intellectual nourishment is a all-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 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 bucketful. She seemed to know what was expected and filled it
with fresh urine, it had a fruity almost orchard apple tree smell. I let her finish and then removed the bucket to
supplant the chair. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the light source and left her to digest in the
darkness for an hr. The next stage could cause a chemical reaction and I wanted to be sure the nutriment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty repast to keep my strength up. I
had n't eaten much over the last 24 myself 60 minutes either. I remembered my arrangement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local anaesthetic bar-a couple of beers would n't go amiss - and as
before- I had to keep doing the ordinary bicycle !
A pleasant evening- light yack and chin-wag. News was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
girl. I downed a duo of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly light-colored headed when I made my
excuse 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 little and I started to recall of my next movement. This is always difficult to decide
because when you can do anything how do take ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
Apr must be wondering what was in entrepot for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't know where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not learn for a week or so. The first week is in some shipway the best and most enjoyable for
me, I have to curb my demand once production starts. I leaned on the amphetamine room access and
belched. I jerked it out-of-doors and trample a little unsteadily down the whole step. I opened the doorway and flicked on
the illumination. April was hung from her adhesiveness in the centre of the way, 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 breast shaking with that lovely fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see teardrop starting at the recession of her eye. I went to the far bulwark and took a riding craw from
the drawer above the closet. Her eyes widened.
"No No, please do n't injure me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the crop in my men. On my instant circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her backbone. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of botheration. I paused
and then repeated the action across her buttocks twice in speedy chronological sequence so that her flesh was still
jumping from the first bump when the endorse cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't ache me- I 'll do anything"
My soul leapt inside me, how I loved those Word of God ! My prisoner always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's more I know that they are true- she would do anything. down here
my word law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the paries and would up the block there, tautening her railroad tie. At first raising only her arms
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was part
standing, part hanging in her handcuff. I kicked the electric chair away and studied her. Her dead body was well
fleshed, generous. Her titty were ponderous and broad, the areolae and mammilla as enticing as ever.
Unable to baulk any longer I sank my oral cavity to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable action, but the tit had zero to commit, there was no secernment,
no smell but her breast felt good against my facial expression and there was a slight penchant of blood where my
tooth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, fear or cold I could n't separate but the jiggling gesture
that was imparted to her chest was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my second hand to plough
her line and probe into her Blackbeard. Her pubic hair was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our particular date. I approved, it would need to stay that way but future trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing fingers found her under lips, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the other script was beginning to wax to the site. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The slash across her back and buttocks had reddened nicely,
a few drops of roue oozed from the end of the slash where the harvest had dug in most. I licked them
from her, her blood salty and metallic on my lingua. I sank to my knee joint and bit her buttocks, so
silky smooth, so gentle. I separated her bum cheeks and probed her ass, she was plastered and the
sphincter muscle flinched and gripped my invading fingerbreadth automatically at the usurpation. I reached through
her legs to caress her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the import the trichloromethane pad covered her
back talk 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 muscular tissue in her consistency
tense, the lips of her vulva tightened in an endeavor to resist my digit 's entry- to deny me admittance to
her deeper delight. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. There was only a faint aroma of
slit she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the digit with my spit and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a blotto 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 rippled walls, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this woman under my control, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what violation to select, what part 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 physical structure 's need. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now More than anything ... I withdrew my finger's breadth and started to discase. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must receive known that this was a conceited appeal, there was no escape possible here.
My apparel lay scattered on the floor, my prick was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled can. She need n't occupy about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
minute home and will comfortably and frequently adapt me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her middle looked mark. I rubbed myself on her consistency, feeling the turgid white meat flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hip joint forward and scraped my tool on her pubic bone, feeling the scratch of the common
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it scurvy, delving into her Blackbeard, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bond paper held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her snatch, the flavour was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my hands, wiping the spit over
my engorged hammer head. 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 interpreter rising in slant and brashness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her phonation was no almost a thigh-slapper as I felt her soundbox start to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One net button, her vulva opened, the lip parting under my thrust. Strangely the tension in her
muscles that was so determined 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 soft, a whine
"No"
We both knew the battle, inadequate as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and nothing would
change that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her trunk was mine and I was inside it. I would enjoy her. Her body sagged in her cuffs determined
perhaps that she could at to the lowest degree not be a willing partner to her rape. Her face was expressionless, her
heart 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 delectation were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched overt and her dead body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't chafe me, I was free now to thrust into her, each front caused her consistency to rock
backwards in the straps so I did n't penetrate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
stab gained me a centimetre or two of bliss. A soft moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the moans stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing relief valve of breath. Her eyes closed
and a displume rolled own her brass. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, thick into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious sensation. The blood line haste to your penis, your brain is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the vertical billet, generates a light headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to evanesce and there nothing but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the link up woman. My prick burrowing from this world through her and into paradise. Blood rushed
in my ears, I could listen it pounding almost drowning her cries in the distance. I was light-headed, silly,
seeing stars and there is always the risk of exposure of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her berm and breasts, steadying myself with her consistency at our points of contact-
through my arms and my bastard. She was now supporting both herself and a good persona of the system of weights
of her rapist, this must increase the freight on her wrists and she moaned in infliction. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapse as the world came back into direction. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly toothsome. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her cunt and its delicate internally folded
membranes that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just subdued and more welcome than
that of any other woman ? Or is it the fact that she does not want me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze down her body and deny me any exclusive oz. of joy
from her cunt, but I am relishing it despite her compliments. 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 oceanic abyss into her cunt so that my balls flapped against her. The blood was starting
to roar again in my ear. Distantly I heard her voice
"Do n't total in me ! Please, please do n't descend in me !"
I knew she was n't on the lozenge. I knew I was n't taking any precautions. I also knew that I would occur
in her, and save coming in her at least day-after-day. I already knew she was fertile, her daughter proved
that, and I would revel vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my following loading fell
due or nature took its course of study and my semen found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the patrician side of the
mound and amount to the escarpment. You can see the opinion but it is too tardy to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the last few yards, over the boundary and you will dump headlong
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the charwoman, you will still do, your dick will still pulse its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my case I had no design of withdrawing, I
froze and let the impulse of my efforts carry me forward. I felt the tingling ace construction in
my prick-head, growing stronger, stronger even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself stock,
tightening every brawn and locking my second joint as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my control, like a lot in whiteness water rapids. The build to orgasm climbing, mounting and then at
live on the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my ears, the H2O thundered in my school principal. I burst within her, my cock up twitching
and jumping as it sent stream after stream of my deep spermatozoon to cake her inner depths.
I do n't jazz how long it took me to return to realness, 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 bout falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my time lag, there were purplish Mark where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to good bruise over the next few minute. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, mental object and fulfill. I tired to rouse myself, to return 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 cell
could run out of her. I looked around the way. Damn- I had left the professorship too far away, Oh well I
would call back next meter. 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 watchword
and lay there, a soft sobbing the lone sound I could see.
I parted her legs and studied her cunt, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a white streamlet
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 kick in it a chance to accept root in the fertile soil of her womb.
I picked up my clothes and turned off the luminosity as I left.


output

I had owned April for a month now and I was please with my attainment. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this form as I was fucking her on a daily basis. Usually I would indulge
straight after breakfast as I always seem to wake up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop home at lunch period and fuck her again and
occasionally on some Clarence Day I would give her a third injection in the eventide before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my penis was curled contentedly in my pants.
April I think was getting used to the routine, she was eating OK after a brace of days of refusing
anything and some colour had returned to her cheeks. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screech 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 worry but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to yield and she could be urged over that barrier in unspoiled clock time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her morning urine after my morning nookie, and I dipped a pregnancy test stick in the still-
quick fluid. Today however was a work distributor point for April- the peg clearly developed a mo short letter
and the word"pregnant"appeared on the white-hot ground. My gist skipped a cadence, fantastic news program. Of
grade this also meant that I would have to predate vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this compass point I had been filling my fiat from
frozen stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was time to commence breeder production and it all
seemed to throw worked out like clockwork. I think Apr had been ignoring the ash gray Second Earl Grey equipment box, the control console on the desk and
the various hoses, wires and bottles about her cellular telephone. I busied myself with them now. cleansing,
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 sharpness to her voice.
"null to concern about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the movement dialog box of the console table and checked the fittings. interior was a large-ish dildo
structure and a mountain chain of hard plastic breast cups. I gauged her size of it by eye to check I would let
something to fit- the instant largest would fit. I would n't ask this for a month or so but it was as
well to be prepared because I ordered them from EC, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to order it. The equipment was mounted on castors so I was able to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly unquiet
"What 's that ?"
"Just a petty treat for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 column inch long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a slight wrick about half way up to avail it grip. My first-class honours degree prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile part of the dildo was attached to a hanker transparent
plastic hose and intimate conducting wire. I plugged the telegram contact into the dialog box and screwed the hose
uniting onto a bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml accumulator ; I thought it best to start with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the base board of the machine and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerate domain that would chill the harvest time rapidly and keep it assuredness until I could process
and bundle it.
I powered up the car and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and absolute frequency to more gentle"introductory"place setting and then turned off. Apr must have
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lubricating substance and wiped it over the rippled surface of the dildo. It was fourth dimension for her to
find out.
I pulled up a dejection and dragged the Mobile River equipment over to April. I checked the ankle restraints
and tightened them so her ramification were unspoilt 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 have to use other
hatchway in future. Her middle were a minuscule wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricant ensuring it slide in easily, the kink devising sure she could n't simply twinge it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the stage setting I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a small start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the easy tingling would be
pleasant for her- at to the lowest degree for a while. She came back down onto her feet and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a goodness aspect. If she had n't had an climax until now then
the succeeding few moments would be all-important. If she could n't number then she would be no good to me and
all my intemperately work of the in conclusion month would own been for nothing. I would be looking financial ruin
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its work, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissue paper of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a picayune flushed. The dildo was nothing if not persistent and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostril were starting to flare, her hale invertebrate foot was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were gasps coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking good. It seemed to brace out like this for a long clock time, perhaps Apr was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to finish up but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't demand a fair sex with such ascendance it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to woolgather, my mind moving on to subject of how I would inform
my habitue customer 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 phone as the unit switched over its
single-valued function. This is what was different about my machine and its dildo. The shaft was in three layers, a
surface layer mimicker flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to spellbind. Inside deeper
machinery surrounds a central tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting underground at its base. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensors that detect the vaginal condensation as the woman
orgasms. Orgasm triggers a practical flood of both vaginal lubricator and fluids and its these I seek.
So the detector turn off the vibration as the charwoman sexual climax, at the Saami fourth dimension activating the
pumping circuits to pull out all the treasured secretions through the collection tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottleful.
I watched with eager curiosity as the pump Hz cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the clear plastic appeal tube-shaped structure. True it was only a small amount but
in Sojourner Truth I had n't expected product to be prolific- at least not at first as I knew she would postulate to
be worked up to a right squirt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and Apr seemed to sag in her Julian Bond
with a sigh. I went to bet at my preciously harvesting. The volume was lilliputian, LE than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these offset few crop would be richer than those that came later and
so would fetch a higher toll. This would assist cancel the effects of the lower volume but not
entirely so, and volume would need to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my seat. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her consistency tensing as her eyes opened wide-eyed
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is insistent, in force
and continuous. It cycles constantly through shakiness mode to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a final 10 min"down prison term"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secretion bulk and improves my harvest as the woman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying to a greater extent vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the bicycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my customer are very fussy.
I left the machine to do its employment and went back up the stairs to mix Sir Thomas More shakes- I make these a fiddling
weaker at this stage, Thomas More water and less flavouring. I knew I needed to retain April well hydrated
now. Her body can carry this ordinary water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into melted
"gold"Well, in this case into the most delightful fluid known to man - perfect vaginal juices. A sticky
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an unlimited demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were uncoerced to necessitate the footstep necessary to produce this harvest in the
quantity needed and at the monetary value demanded by the mart. I was n't the only 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 level A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high mucous content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that cleaning lady 's body lacks the capacity to produce this sticky
material in great quantities. calibre usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest
containing larger proportions of squirted fluid. much dilutant, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shake and returned to the factory trading floor. April was hung in her harness, the
pump was running so I guess it had been through one or two bike in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at initiatory and then reluctantly started to wassail. She stared at me with a mixture of horror and hatred in her centre. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut short as the machine cycled again, Her organic structure jumped and her middle closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please stay please stop ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No Sir Thomas More no Thomas More !"
To be honest I did remember that was a bit excessive as response go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on session of pattern sex, so I did think she
was complaining too early. wellspring she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will have to do better than that and I just hoped my discernment of her potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the automobile to do its work. I found the rhythmic throb and
cycling of the machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to go bad my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as trump I could to my despatch work, retrieving the standing orders from the
reckoner and adding the new unity from the mail service. I was still sending out production from the live on
stock breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a turgid
quantity of grad C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid state into appropriately
sized plastic bottles and then mailing them either on weewee ice cool-packs, or frozen solid state on
cardice as the purchaser specified. I had been holding a couple of orders for degree A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to fill them. Soon I had assembled about 50 packs and
matched them with allow printed labels ready for courier that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my clients did with their social club, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clue over the years and I know much is used as a food
additive or mixed with whisky or early booze of your choice ( my favourite is a good Scotch malt whiskey ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up up their own sex lives. I
even have some female customer who use it as a hide treatment.
My castle in the air was interrupted by a loud gasp from across the room, rapidly followed by a pump cycles/second.
I turned, to look. Apr was staring at me, her eyes all-embracing, almost panic etched in her face. The ticker
working seemed prolonged so I checked the bottle- fruit now seemed a lot good, probably 25ml
from that bike alone. That 's comfortably. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be good honey"
I closed the threshold behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a calendar month now of continuous production. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed stabilise. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal retentive. She
had screamed like a banshee the first time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had plenty from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter muscle tight and it had been a real struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to antedate sex with her for 4 Day whilst I got her set up
in product. This meant I was pretty laborious and I was able to rod her bum with my shaft until it at
last went in. The tightness of her anatomical sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to slack up it to
keep from tearing. The trouble with anal retentive sex is that the rectum is shine inside, it lacks the lovely
texture of the internal riffle ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
bag. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter muscle alone. For this intellect I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its better than nix and I happily shafted away
between her cheeks until I could experience the ecstasy start to establish in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before long she started to squirm and squirm whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and unplug my prick, 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 bully satisfaction in her being almost complicit in my own atonement. The production round were taking their toll. April did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her eye rolled back in her head showing only the whites. Over the month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my unveiling there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could get a line the machine cycling through its broadcast, each orgasm marked by a convulsive vellication through her body and sometimes a discriminating breathing out of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breasts were getting larger. I think the constant sexual stimulation also played its role. Each day I would try to breastfeed from her and after only 8 week I was rewarded at finale with a midget spirt of Milk River. I sucked it up greedily, a really good signaling. I had n't been mistaken in her voltage. Over the following few days I emptied her twice a day straight into my oral cavity. The loudness was getting larger and a outburst would often coincide with a machine induced climax. After a week of this I was ready to move up to the milk harvest incline of my business and retrieved the breast cup I had identified the month before. The automobile possessed a childlike milking mapping adapted from a cattle unit and a pregnancy breast heart. There was an verboten cup that goes over the chest and which contains an inner conciliatory underground that covers the nipple. When the machine is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both tubes causing the cups to suck in the breast. The verboten cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an tidal bore mouthpiece sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuum and tugging on the white meat. The inside tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
pap and aureola deeper inside.
I do n't think April noticed as I connected her breasts to the loving cup. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a simple machine coming caused her eubstance to constrain. As she relaxed the other side of meat of it I attached the
moment cup and inserted the jack stopper into the console. At low the machine was simply applying a
emptiness to both cupful and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her titty were
heavy and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to seal perfectly onto her pitcher's mound. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and changeless suck are relentless. Eventually her breasts began to consecrate up their harvest time and
the T. H. White liquid started to spurt into the appeal tube in phase with the clicking of the valve,
sucking the Milk River from her and conveying it to the refrigerated tray. Satisfied that all was in order I
switched the machine back to synchronize milking action with coming detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and breast milk flow.
I retired to expect the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her soundbox relaxed and subsided into the shoot down clock time as the
heart did their work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube but this clip there was a
in good order Milk production too. Once more this would take in a few days to progress up to commercial message degree
but really this was a with child start and a really good signaling to have started so early in maternity. I was so proud of with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my prick with saliva I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would come. I was still inside her rectum when the the vibration way started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina push on her rectum improving the thick hotshot, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two dilute bed of moist membranous tissue ; the vibrations are transmitted easily to my enclose member whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this woman 's consistence. I did n't even have to travel, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my drumhead in her hair and inhaled the aroma while the machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to number first. I heard her pant, and the muscle in her implements of war and branch contracted, her limb rigidifying as she strained, reaching for the release. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive muscle spasm. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her arm bedcover to her body and at last into her vagina. The tube tightening around the inserted dildo. The taut internal tissue paper also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of course could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The issue was to increase the pressure level on my penis to a luscious squeeze that intensified the transmitted shakiness. I moaned with pleasure at the frisson her rectum was providing. Incredibly the grip 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 body convulsing. As her body was suspended between wrists and ankles the convulsions made her articulatio coxae flick back and Forth between her hamper. The motion pivoted efficiently on the only other detail limiting her question ; my tuck penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an effort to make me total. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the effect was fantastic, 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 speech rhythm of her own sexual climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went dumb as her eubstance relaxed into the"downtime ”. The heart cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A small current of sperm followed, dribbling down the inside of her thigh. I got some tissue paper and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't bear witness it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to make coffee.


resoluteness

The next day it was clip to touch off the milk orders as well. I went to delay on production- April
showed no planetary house of being aware of my presence, she was silent, her eyes rolled back into her head word. Her body was largely fast, simply tensing every 10 or so minutes as the machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus side of meat milk output was nicely up to 200 ml all-night and should make a litre by the end of the week. My bighearted customer for milk is actually female. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing Volunteer ? In any event she took a regular litre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the gap in supply. I was at last in a placement 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 client in the next calendar week or so too, but as my largest client it was essential I kept her happy. I sorted out the dispatch packs and courier label for the consignment.

Just then April screamed- more of a howling really, like an beast in infliction. I went to her. blood line was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the sharp border ripping through her most
intimate material body. She was losing a lot of blood and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the simple machine and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the wires she became less of an extension of the car and some of her humanity seemed to return. I released her blazon and lowered her to the floor. midst dark blood was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't risk a Doctor so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and inserted it into her vagina to maintain internal pressure. I hoped it was working in any event the rake flow ceased. She opened her oculus and looked at me. For the first fourth dimension in week she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not certain if she thought I had disconnected her from the machine out of understanding or whether she
thought I had administered a coup d'etat de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any upshot she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak grin. 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 heart closed or rolled back in their headspring. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a good phase angle, I can siphon their riches and fill my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never much warning so I need to keep a goodly neckcloth frozen to
cover change over stop. The last girl had lasted 3 year and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the second day of yield. April was different, there was clearly a person
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with remorse. However I also had a trouble, she clearly was n't
about to die on me naturally, and I could n't refit her to vaginal product, not with her injury. Not
forgetting of path she was significant with my infant and this could only pretend garbage 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 row was to do nothing and then if she died the
trouble would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to log Z's and went to the bar to take on Rob-
hold open it normal after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The adjacent day April was n't dead. If anything she was a piddling better, stuffy to mobile so I fastened her
cuffs again, this clip linked to the bed anatomy. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no reminiscence of her erstwhile liveliness at all. All she knew was that room, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly thankful. After a workweek she was well enough to
return to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent adhesion and no vaginal
foreplay to force coming. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her breasts were beautiful to behold, they grew heavy and taut, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite unspeakable and she looked forward to my
visits to have them emptied. milk was a much easier material to obtain, the trunk being designed to
produce it for extraneous ingestion. I did n't really want her injury to interrupt my own routine so after a calendar week I was anxious to fuck her again. She just accepted it in secretiveness as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from prat. After a few thrusts I realised that I did n't feature to limit myself to that road of entry any Sir Thomas More. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my prick balls-deep inside her. She said nothing and seemed not to mark 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, clasp and raw moist warmth. She was healed enough internally to consent me and did n't seem to experience pain. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my stock breeder after product had started. production simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the ceaseless coming had developed them to the point of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could spellbind my putz and almost cut off the parentage supply ! They could ripple and pulse like a sass sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could experience each pulse and jerk of my tool with an intensity I had never known. I do n't reckon 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 deposit now. I did n't desire to actually shoot down April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo theatrical role and could n't confide her succus would be unaltered anyway. She was
only useful to develop milk, but then the sex was unbelievably peachy and her brainwashed brain was
actually grateful for the tending. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that honey Reader is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 old age now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more easy for her to live in. She never asks about the outside
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past times. I know her mental state is hapless but for
me this is a grace ; she is only too eager to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even piddle a
fuss after the birth of our tiddler when I followed my well-worn track to the missionary and abandoned him at their door. The monks there are no great worshipper in DNA testing- I suppose they could guess that fry abandoned there must birth some sort of problematic ground and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any issue they never seem to birth noticed that 10 of their orphans actually ploughshare a Fatherhood. My income has shrunk as most of the money I earned was from the vaginal succus as these are often harder to follow by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to keep her lactating continuously either with hormone administration or, as now, with her second pregnancy. Her knocker have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making LE, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems healthy but I do n't know how much wrong I have done or for how long she will survive. I ca n't even state for foresightful she will bring about but I would guess this wo n't last Thomas More than a few years. If her Milk fails I will need to recruit another stock breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my underground sanctum against a time when I need to fit two. If April fails I will charter what value is left from her, and her tit at least should fetch a good toll. 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 mental object .