ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chairman and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfy in the dining compartment.
The night 's exercise had left my physical structure feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the kernel
was charred around the bound from the griddle- the bitterly crunch mingled well with the preference of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over opposite word me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buttocks. I admired the view for a here and now before calling her over to order 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 supplying line of products literally dries up. Clients
across the world would not be pleased and I know that one"missed ordering"means one"lost order ”.
They will exact their business elsewhere. In this melodic line of piece of work I am acutely cognizant that I am only as
serious as my last consignment. It would conduct a while but I should let supplies before my next
cargo are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a story about a missing little girl. I tensed but no-one in the diner
seemed to notice. There was a exposure, it was n't even a good likeness and I relaxed. My cart track were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate miss was now confined.
It had been pretty easy, a text example in fact. I had befriended Apr on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and nervous for a new partner, a new father for her nipper. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the firstly two
opportunity to meet- not appearing too tidal bore. Each sentence building a little more than trust. I took the
opportunity to get word more about her- getting to some personal point. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more cozy diversity. Mine were not of me of trend, I 'd chosen
them from a selection on wrinkle to equate more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his burger was certainly not what she had in mind. April, I had learned
was 24, a single parent. This all boded well for me, young, fertile and with a consistency already prepared
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with great than average titty. When I saw
her flick it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their skin was creamy white, but the dark
outline of her vena spread like a river system beneath. Her nipples were extensive with spreading
areolae and each gauge a prominent berry-like pap at its meat I knew from experience this all
suggested well potency for product ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to harvest her knocker for a month or so but they were a strong pathfinder to breeder
selection.
On her 3rd asking I agreed to encounter, I asked her to take the bus to the next townsfolk ( where I
supposedly lived ) and meet me for a drink and meal at a local eating place. 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 office and she would be both yarn-dye and tempt. I
even phoned to earn a arriere pensee under my assumed name in guinea pig she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minutes before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a minor change in
plan. I had just picked up my car from the shop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a couple of stops earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my time and built the trust, she did n't even oppugn it
and happily agreed to get off 4 diaphragm out of Town. This was a wooded area- verging on woodland in
fact, but served by a bus catch for kinsfolk heading to the lake, a short walk through the forest.
However this meter in the evening and this metre 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 stop a loud hissing escaping its air brakes. A
exclusive distaff figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman 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 aid. The bus pulled away in a flurry of dust and spent diesel.
Apr stood at the plosive consonant and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the stop with its twinkle on- obvious for her to see. I of grade was n't in it. To arrive at it
April would have to walk past the dismal parting of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupier she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding lieu, closer, closer. She was one step to my left wing, she was in nominal head of me and then one step to
my right wing, in front of my hiding topographic point. I rose silently like a evil liveliness from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one swift movement I reached around her pass clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue paper over her rima oris and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- unspoilt ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and red ink of breathing place would be followed by a mystifying inhalation that would aid my
role. Her physical structure was tense in my suitcase, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my firstly very striking
with her breast. They were gravid and heavy. Her aroma was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to ingrain me- sweet ! She struggled some more, the breathing spell hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally violent brainchild. It was an inadequate battle. I
am not a strong man but I had the twin chemical element of surprise and cooking. Perhaps I should add a
third ... practice ? Her oculus rolled upwards in her head, her eyelid dropped and her body went wilted in
my limb. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in station for a full minute more before I was fulfill. I
removed it and dragged her limp consistence the repose of the way to the car. I spread her on the binding seat
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any casual commentator would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U turn and tug back to my real home- away from the Town rendezvous and the idle
dinner party reservation. The County line was a river, I stopped on the nosepiece and threw her cell
over the barrier- it plopped into the rich piss below. A trivial further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contents ( including the money ). I could n't gamble anything that might follow back to me. I
drove the rest of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 proceedings. It was a yearn driving force 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- still and private. My star sign was wooden building detached and set in a lowly
garden with large front man yard. This was ideal for me and my Falco subbuteo, a tractor trailer derelict Buick station
coaster wagon stood in the movement a shortly way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classic stood rusting quietly around the lieu. The service department itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
distinguish wooden building some 50 yards form the main house. It looked a little abandoned ship, bare and
run down. An honest building that could hide nothing.
I parked in straw man of the garage and got out to open the door before driving the car fully in and
closing the doors behind. C. H. Best to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my loot. She
was threatening than I had expected but I managed. I half carried half dragged her to the rear end of the
garage. The rear of the piazza was covered with a fit shelving unit on which was stored old paint,
oil cans, a few car spares and tools. I dropped her on the floor and reached high up up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the arcsecond latch and the hidden door clicked out-of-doors an inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to have too a lot injury or bruising.
We reached the backside, I opened the thirdly doorway and dragged her interior. I flicked on the sparkle, this
was it, my factory floor. Some 20 feet underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
sentiment this was my hush-hush, my holy ; the source of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast
a quick glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted white and
faded to gray. On the far wall there was a swallow hole and strike, a few power sockets and some shelving
with a large closet under. The shelves bore my packing cases and mailing supplies. On the justly
there sat an old refrigerator next to a small chest freezer. There was a pulley block wheel mounted high
on the wall above the freezer and connected to some lines that fed through a 2nd pulley on the
cap, hanging down in the centre of the way. An old TV was fixed to the rampart following to the door through which we had entered and below that a humble cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a rush order and I needed to stay put on site. The go forth helping hand wall was covered in my monastic order and product charts and in figurehead of them a modest desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the centre of the way that mattered, all the relief simply serviced that
installation. In the middle of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some staple padding on
the seat. A greyness featureless box of equipment stood following to it, wires trailing to the wall sockets and
various hoses hanging limply or connected to jars fitted into rack at the base. There were a few
switches, a couple of telephone dial and a world power luminance ( currently off ). It was my own blueprint, percentage pump, part
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a twosome off handcuff attached to the contrast
coming from the the pulleys. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the string up or down
via the bicycle positioned on the wall. A indorsement couplet of manacle were fixed to whang that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the elbow room. All seemed fine, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the threshold and propped her up on the electric chair. I was in somewhat of a rushing
since it had now been rather longer than 20 minute since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her carpus to the upper chains and let them hang whilst I
fitted the floor handcuff to her ankle joint. She hung limply but I was able-bodied to raise her into a more pleasing
perspective by winding the wheel on the wall. Tightening the upper mountain chain straightening her back and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"shape over her chief. Secure at last. I turned and left the room,
closing the door behind me. There was one more task-tedious but essential, I returned to the service department
and jacked up the car. I kept a second set of tyres in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't put on the line tread
matching and new Sur would always look untrusting 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 floor in their place.
The sun was well up by the prison term I had finished. Maybe it was the relief of stress now that the
speculative was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the night but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious mind but secure. I shut and locked the crushed door, and left up
the steps closing the amphetamine room access and swinging shelf securely. I dropped the forest back over the
review pit and stored wheels and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
garage. Calmly I closed the room access and headed for the diner.


INSTALLATION

The break of the day passed in mundane task, I had supplies to get, the fencing needed picture and I had
some letters to write, beak to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd import I would recollect April,
each time I would get a tingle of excitement and anticipation. Installation is always a thrilling
process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a declamatory part of my survival maneuver is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"loner"... that just gets you labelled as"mistrustful ”,
no, I was simply boring. social but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to attempt me out. So I would go to the Ithiel Town terpsichore, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would salute in the bar, eat in the café. I met people, spoke to people and blase people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and brace. So proceed up the normal behaviour- no unexplained disappearances in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will adhere in people 's retentivity. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around Ithiel Town as usual.
All this cover meant that I was unable to continue April 's installation until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of umber about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow shop, we had a
common interestingness in cars and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the scrap yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to meet later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my cloak-and-dagger elbow room. I locked up the house and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would chance the house apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply think I was out. I opened the rise interior doors and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed Apr would hear my stock and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, curiosity, anticipation ? I opened the lower doorway and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. April was a frightening sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her face and her smart dress Myxocephalus aenaeus and dishevelled. She opened her oral cavity and let out a shriek as I entered. No trouble, it was share of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to fatigue herself out before she would accept the hopelessness. No affair how much she screamed no-one will come. It simply pisses me off and is likely to realise a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the haphazardness. I strode across and slapped her hard on the typeface. Some blood dripped from her nose but the stochasticity stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her eyes. That was good, hatful of smell. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nothing but walked over to her and twisted her whisker round behind her head. I put my look
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 call.
Your life is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and take from you what I need. You can scream all you like, and no-one will come in. 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 affair ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't potential, it tilt be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the room and unlocked the cupboard. April predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin liners I 'm not sure April recognized a body at first base. Then after
a while a muffled whimper of horror and all colouring material drained from her side. I dragged the sonorous hammock
across the floor towards the threshold. There was a certain sum of escape and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breathing time and fetched More sac to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the body through the door and started up the stairs. The bagged head cracking on every
stride. I stepped over the crumpled heap and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the steps. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the seat of the car in preparation for
the night 's disposal trip. Slamming the trunk I went back down the stairs to confront April. She
seemed in shock, her eyes were sightless, unfocused, staring into space. Her brim were trembling
with fear, this was now all too rattling. I went to the closet and removed a large knife, deliberately
flashing the steel in the light, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her oculus nearly popped out of her look, her whole body was trembling
as she shook her head and silently she seemed to be mouthing the Holy Writ"No"over and over again.
She need n't cause worried. There is a certain economic value in a cleaning lady 's dead consistency but its nothing compared
to her value alive. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck opening of the
attire she had put on to impress me. I pulled the zipper down to her waist but the garment could n't
drop as her arms were raised above her point and her legs cattle farm and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me raise the tongue, but I did n't hurt her, I simply used the blade to shear through the fabric of the
dress, severing the girdle, tearing the arm and articulatio humeri and ripping it from zip time slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underclothing, a oppose
bra and drawers 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 tongue to cut the shoulder joint straps.
The bra joined the shredded clothes. I turned to look at Apr, her bosom were every bit as promising
as her photo so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a fluid liquidness
as she shook and shivered, straining to outstrip her gentle flesh from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in esteem, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the rupture textile to my side to breathe in her scent. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with afters and the tang of piss where she had leaked a petty, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed coil that even now she was trying to hide from my regard by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her whole
body was trembling now and then ; a sudden hiss as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and leave the bucket.
I tossed her pantie onto the atomic reactor and went to the cupboard for my cleaning geartrain. In any factory
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic pile of tattered
clothing and left, locking the room access behind me.
The disposal run was the last big job in breeder interchange and before production can take off. The get into
out unit of measurement serves to centre and condition the newer. The new girls are usually more ductile after they
have seen the sack. I paused in the service department where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
clothing for metal, once I had called an engineer to serve it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no real job, a elementary explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. pantie OK- I tossed them in first with only a pang of sorrow,
their scent had been intoxicating but grounds is grounds and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a charge card zip so having made sure there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal hooking fasteners. I used the knife to remove all of these function and then tossed
the torn textile remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The metal parts I dropped in an
plastic bucketful of old battery acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my satisfaction it was now getting shadow. I got in the car and
headed out for the highway. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the forest. It was a long driving force and I knew I would n't go far before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radio receiver. This 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 requirement but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the route and started to dig a shoal trench. It was heavy study but it was a
remote region and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the body in and returned to the car for a sack of
quicklime. Its of import to use the right var. of lime hydrate for these electric pig, quicklime with its
horrendous and sulfurous appetence for water is ideal. In a issue of days there would be naught
recognisable of this consistency, no hair, no DNA, no dental records or old off-white fractures. Not even a
lingering scent to attract the charges of any departure dog walkers ; just a patch of phosphate rich soil.
I ripped the bags so that the lime tree could touch the frigidity flesh. The body looked wretched now,
colourless, crumpled. shadow circles showed where the breasts had been detached and the was a
similar dark stain around the top of the second joint. Her chest, never parted in life were now on face-to-face side of the Atlantic Ocean, whilst the brim of her labia had been mailed to japan. I did n't eff what was going to find to these body parts and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt lips at to the lowest degree I was reasonably sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic overalls and covering the torso generously in the
lime. It was stale stuff and I did n't need to feature traceable bank deposit on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the earth 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 shift, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the big bucks into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my payoff as I drove home. Apr was now safely devise, all the
risky parts were over and its meter for me to take off enjoying myself ! Have a lilliputian bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


elicitation

It was getting late when I returned menage. Apr 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, course less waste and its convenient to deal. Usually this is a body building shake I get on chain mail order- I keep some weightiness in the back room in case anyone
ever asks- I am to all intention and purposes trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the unreasonable and growing
flabbiness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a paper cup before
heading down to my mill floor.
April was hanging in her bonds, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was puffy and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in fear. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her backtalk. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spit it out. Then she seemed to take in it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasance. Accepting food is a crucial level in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hitch. Soon she would be thankful to me for these interruptions, but for now I let her fuddle
and stroked her hair as she did so. I think she was too far gone to notice the assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sink and went around behind her. Raising her from the death chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucketful. She seemed to screw what was expected and filled it
with fresh urine, it had a fruity almost apple smell. I let her finish and then removed the bucket to
replace the professorship. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the lights and left her to put up in the
darkness for an hour. The succeeding stage could cause a response and I wanted to be sure the nourishment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty repast to stay fresh my forcefulness up. I
had n't eaten much over the hold out 24 myself hours either. I remembered my system 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 proceed doing the average !
A pleasant evening- sparkle yakety-yak and gossip. newsworthiness was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
girl. I downed a yoke of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly light headed when I made my
self-justification and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the cool off air on my case
woke me up a little and I started to imagine of my next move. This is always difficult to settle
because when you can do anything how do choose ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
April must be wondering what was in computer memory for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't recognise where this is going and exactly what I will involve of her, and
she will not learn for a week or so. The first week is in some mode the adept and most gratifying for
me, I have to moderate my demand once production starting signal. I leaned on the pep pill door and
belched. I jerked it heart-to-heart and trod a footling unsteadily down the steps. I opened the threshold and flicked on
the lighting. Apr was hung from her bonds in the meat of the room, just as I had left her, her caput
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her breasts shaking with that pin-up fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you require ?"Please let me go"
I could see tears starting at the corner of her eye. I went to the far wall and took a riding crop from
the drawer above the cupboard. Her eyes widened.
"No No, please do n't hurt me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the crop in my hands. On my endorse circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her rear. Her consistency flinched and she let out a cry of bother. I paused
and then repeated the action across her buttocks twice in rapid succession so that her bod was still
jumping from the first blow when the second cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't smart me- I 'll do anything"
My soul leapt inside me, how I loved those words ! My captives always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's More I know that they are true- she would do anything. Down here
my word law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the wall and would up the pulley block there, tautening her draw. At get-go raising only her implements of war
above her header, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was function
standing, part hanging in her cuffs. I kicked the hot seat away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her bosom were heavy and good, the areola and nipples as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any longer I sank my mouth to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an gratifying action, but the teat had nothing to give, there was no secretion,
no savor but her breast felt good against my face and there was a slight taste sensation of blood where my
teeth had torn her cutis. She was shivering now, fear or cold I could n't narrate but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her boob was pleasant to see. As I sucked I sent my second helping hand to plough
her crease and probe into her thatch. Her pubic hair was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
provision for our day of the month. I approved, it would need to stay that way but succeeding trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing digit found her nether lips, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the early deal was beginning to mount to the berth. I unfastened from
her pap and went behind her again. The welts across her back and buttocks had reddened nicely,
a few drops of pedigree oozed from the end of the virgule where the crop had dug in virtually. I licked them
from her, her blood salty and metallic on my clapper. I sank to my knees and bit her buttocks, so
silky suave, so voiced. I separated her bum face and probed her ass, she was tight 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
mouth and even as she lost consciousness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At least this was n't afflictive. Even so the I felt every muscle in her physical structure
tense, the rim of her vulva tightened in an attempt to hold out my finger 's entry- to deny me admittance to
her deeper delight. I withdrew my finger's breadth and put it in my sass. There was only a faint odor of
pussy she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
musculus, a cockeyed and satisfying wood file on her inner rampart. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger's breadth in and out of her, feeling the crinkly rampart, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this char under my control, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what violation to take, what theatrical role of
her to savour first, there was a pussy and my digit was in it. My pick was exculpate ! It had been made
automatically by my own body 's indigence. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now More than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to disrobe. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must have known that this was a fruitless appeal, there was no escape possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the floor, my pecker was standing proud like a flagstaff as I circled her.
She must give worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to flex forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't worry about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
indorsement home and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not this night. I faced
her, her middle looked scared. I rubbed myself on her body, feeling the magnanimous breasts flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hip forward and scraped my mother fucker on her pubis, feeling the excoriation of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it lower, delving into her thatch, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the backtalk apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the shackle held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her snatch, the feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not get into her. I withdrew temporarily and patter in my work force, wiping the spittle over
my engorged cock 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 voice rising in pitch and loudness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her voice was no almost a scream as I felt her body start to unfold to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One hold up thrust, her vulva opened, the rim parting under my thrust. Strangely the tension in her
muscularity that was so specify to stay fresh me out actually ensured that her sass clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This clock time her voice was almost soft, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and naught would
change that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her body was mine and I was inside it. I would enjoy her. Her torso sagged in her cuffs determined
perhaps that she could at to the lowest degree not be a uncoerced partner 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
stead. A better property where her pussy was n't being violated, where her joy were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't bother me, I was free now to thrust into her, each movement caused her physical structure to rock
backwards in the strap so I did n't penetrate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a centimetre or two of cloud nine. A indulgent moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the groan stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape of breath. Her eyes closed
and a tear rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious sensation. The blood spate to your penis, your mastermind is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the perpendicular position, generates a light headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to fade and there zilch but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the tied char. My son of a bitch burrowing from this world through her and into paradise. Blood rushed
in my ears, I could try it pounding almost drowning her cries in the distance. I was giddy, lightheaded,
seeing stars and there is always the risk of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her articulatio humeri and white meat, steadying myself with her consistency at our points of contact-
through my arms and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a respectable part of the free weight
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her radiocarpal joint and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapse as the reality came back into focus. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly delightful. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her pussy and its delicate internally folded
tissue layer that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just softer and more welcoming than
that of any other adult female ? Or is it the fact that she does not desire me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze her body and refuse me any 1 Panthera uncia of delight
from her cunt, 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 affair.
I carried on, plunging deep into her cunt so that my Lucille Ball flapped against her. The blood was starting
to yaup again in my ear. Distantly I heard her interpreter
"Do n't arrive in me ! Please, please do n't come in me !"
I knew she was n't on the tablet. I knew I was n't taking any forethought. I also knew that I would come
in her, and preserve coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was rich, her daughter proved
that, and I would bask vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my adjacent consignments fell
due or nature took its course and my seminal fluid found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will add up. You have laboured up the easy side of the
mound and come to the scarp. You can see the perspective but it is too late to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will express you the last few pace, over the border and you will plunge hasty
into place. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. coming is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still fall, your prick will still pulsate its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my case I had no purpose of withdrawing, I
froze and let the impulse of my crusade carry me forward. I felt the tingling sensory faculty building in
my prick-head, growing solid, impregnable even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself strain,
tightening every sinew and locking my thigh as I was rushed towards orgasm by electric current beyond
my control condition, like a raft in White water rapids. The build to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
last the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my ears, the water supply thundered in my headway. I burst within her, my peter twitching
and jumping as it sent flow after stream of my midst spermatozoan to coat her internal depths.
I do n't know how long it took me to return to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like handwriting. My finger's breadth were digging into her soft skin. She was crying the tears falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my hold, there were purplish gull where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to full bruise over the side by side few time of day. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, content and fulfill. I tired to rouse myself, to deliver to the state of affairs 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 spermatozoan
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the chair too far away, Oh well I
would call back next time. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my thighs.
I went to the paries, releasing the strand so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a word
and lay there, a gentle sobbing the just sound I could learn.
I parted her legs and studied her bitch, some of my sperm cell had already trickled out in a white rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was indisputable my emission was larger than that so I
would leave her there and give it a chance to take root in the fertile soil of her womb.
I picked up my apparel and turned off the brightness level as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned April for a month now and I was pleased with my acquisition. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this phase as I was fucking her on a day-by-day 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 lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some Clarence Day I would apply her a 3rd injection in the even 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 turn, she was eating OK after a couple of Day of refusing
anything and some coloring material had returned to her cheeks. 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 worry but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to product and she could be urged over that barrier in honest time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her morning weewee after my break of day fuck, and I dipped a pregnancy test stick in the still-
strong fluid. Today however was a turning point for April- the stick clearly developed a second line
and the word"meaning"appeared on the white-hot footing. My heart skipped a beat, marvellous news. Of
course this also meant that I would have to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to pass about now anyway. Up to this percentage point I had been filling my orders from
frozen stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was time to start breeder production and it all
seemed to have worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the ash gray Second Earl Grey equipment box, the control console on the desk and
the versatile hosepipe, wires and nursing bottle about her cell. I busied myself with them now. cleanup,
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 anxious edge to her voice.
"cipher to interest about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front control board of the console and checked the fittings. inside was a large-ish dildo
social system and a range of hard plastic boob cups. I gauged her size of it by eye to stop I would have
something to fit- the second largest 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 EU, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to social club it. The equipment was mounted on castors so I was capable to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a piddling treat for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 column inch long and ribbed along its distance. It was n't
quite straight but had a slight twist about half way up to help it grip. My number one prototype had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile role of the dildo was attached to a foresighted transparent
charge plate hosiery and internal wires. I plugged the conducting wire contact into the venire and screwed the hose down
union onto a bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml gatherer ; I thought it trump to start with
these and hopefully motivate up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due class. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the Qaeda panel of the machine and clipped the bottleful into a tray. This
was a refrigerated orbit that would cool the harvesting rapidly and keep it cool until I could work
and pack it.
I powered up the simple machine and felt the quiver start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequency to more entitle"introductory"settings and then turned off. April must have
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lube and wiped it over the rippled surface of the dildo. It was time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a potty and dragged the mobile equipment over to Apr. I checked the ankle restraints
and tightened them so her branch were good scatter. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
much pleasure. I sighed, I had no intent of giving up sex with her, but I would have to use other
openings in future. Her centre were a little wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lube ensuring it skid in easily, the kink making sure she could n't simply squash it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the stage setting I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a minuscule startle and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the blue-blooded tingle would be
pleasant for her- at to the lowest degree for a while. She came back down onto her groundwork and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a good look. If she had n't had an climax until now then
the next few consequence would be all-important. If she could n't come then she would be no in effect to me and
all my hard workplace of the lastly month would own been for zero. I would be looking financial laying waste
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its body of work, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissue of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she wait a small flushed. The dildo was zip if not persistent and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her anterior naris were starting to flare out, her whole animal foot was now
twisting into the cuff securing her and there were gasp coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking good. It seemed to steady out like this for a long fourth dimension, perhaps Apr was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to terminate but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't postulate a woman with such control condition it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to daydream, my idea moving on to matters of how I would inform
my regular client about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a long"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep throb Brrrr sound as the social unit switched over its
social occasion. This is what was unlike about my machine and its dildo. The beam of light was in three layers, a
control surface layer mimicker flesh providing a supple rippled Earth's surface for the vagina to grip. Inside deeper
machinery surrounds a central vacuum tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube-shaped structure at its base. The machinery is designed to drive home vibratory foreplay directly to
the vagina, but also includes press sensors that detect the vaginal muscle contraction as the woman
orgasms. Orgasm triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lubricator and fluids and its these I seek.
So the detector turn off the vibration as the fair sex climaxes, at the same time activating the
pumping circuits to extract all the precious secretions through the assembling tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with eager peculiarity as the heart cycle cut in. There was a holdup but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the unclouded charge card ingathering thermionic vacuum tube. true up it was only a pocket-size amount but
in truth I had n't expected production to be prolific- at least not at first as I knew she would need to
be worked up to a decent spurt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and Apr seemed to sag in her bonds
with a suspiration. I went to depend at my valued harvest. The mass was tiny, LE than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these commencement few harvests would be fertile than those that came later and
so would fetch a higher price. This would help countervail the effects of the depleted volume but not
entirely so, and volume would require 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 body tensing as her heart opened encompassing
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the arcanum of my machine- it is insistent, efficient
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibration mode to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a net 10 min"down sentence"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secretion loudness and improves my harvest as the cleaning lady is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the cycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also defile my product- and my customers are very particular.
I left the auto to do its employment and went back upstairs to mix to a greater extent shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this stagecoach, Thomas More water and LE flavouring. I knew I needed to save Apr well hydrated
now. Her body can take this ordinary bicycle urine and like an antediluvian alchemist transform it into fluent
"gold"fountainhead, in this case into the most delightful fluid known to man - pure vaginal succus. A sticky
slimy and delicious secretion for which there was an inexhaustible requirement ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were volition to take away the stride necessary to farm this harvest in the
quantities needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the solitary provider but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
April was producing grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a highschool mucose cognitive content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that woman 's body lacks the content to produce this sticky
cloth in declamatory measure. caliber usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest
containing larger proportion of squirted fluid. a good deal thinner, Thomas More lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the tremble and returned to the factory floor. April was hung in her harness, the
heart 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 first and then reluctantly started to tope. She stared at me with a commixture of horror and hatred in her center. I did n't like the look but luckily it was
cut shortstop as the machine cycled again, Her soundbox jumped and her middle closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please stop please blockage ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No more than no Sir Thomas More !"
To be true I did mean that was a bit excessive as reactions go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on session of formula sex, so I did suppose she
was complaining too early. well she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will have to do better than that and I just hoped my judgement of her potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the simple machine to do its work. I found the rhythmic throbbing and
cycling of the political machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to cave in my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as upright I could to my expeditiousness work, retrieving the standing orders from the
computer and adding the new 1 from the mail. I was still sending out production from the last
breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a large
quantity of gradation 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 state on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a couple of orders for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to fill up them. Soon I had assembled about 50 packs and
matched them with appropriate printed label ready for courier that afternoon.
I did n't sleep together exactly what my customer did with their orders, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few hint over the years and I know much is used as a food
additive or blend with whisky or other spirits of your option ( my favourite is a undecomposed Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up their own sex lives. I
even have some female person clients who use it as a skin treatment.
My reverie was interrupted by a loud pant from across the room, rapidly followed by a heart cycle.
I turned, to wait. Apr was staring at me, her center wide, almost panic etched in her brass. The pump
working seemed lengthy so I checked the bottle- production now seemed a lot advantageously, probably 25ml
from that bike alone. That 's unspoilt. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be skilful dear"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


expansion

I 'd been using April for a month now of continuous yield. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed becalm. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshee the first metre and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had plenty from her
already. Even so she clamped her anatomical sphincter tight and it had been a literal struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to forego sex with her for 4 day whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty toilsome and I was capable to rod her bum with my light beam until it at
last went in. The tightness of her anatomical sphincter was dainty although she quickly learned to unstrain it to
keep from tearing. The trouble with anal sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the adorable
texture of the interior riffle ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
hairgrip. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter muscle alone. For this reason I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its better than nothing and I happily shafted away
between her cheeks until I could feel the cristal jump to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before long she started to squirm and wrestle whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and unplug my prick, her apparent motion in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a corking satisfaction 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 head showing only the Edward Douglas White Jr.. Over the calendar month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my accounting entry there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could discover the political machine cycling through its program, each climax marked by a convulsive twitch through her body and sometimes a penetrating exhalation of breathing place before the heart kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no woman's doctor but I could tell her breasts were getting great. I think the constant sexual stimulation also played its role. 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 planetary house. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the next few days I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouth. The volume was getting larger and a blowup would often coincide with a machine induced orgasm. After a week of this I was prepare to make a motion up to the Milk River crop face of my occupation and retrieved the breast cup I had identified the month before. The simple machine possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a pregnancy breast pump. There was an outer cup that goes over the breast and which contains an inner pliant tube that covers the nipple. When the machine is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both vacuum tube causing the cups to lactate in the breast. The outer cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an aegir mouth sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuity and tugging on the breast. The inside electron tube is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola recondite interior.
I do n't think April noticed as I connected her knocker to the cup. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a machine orgasm caused her body to tighten up. As she relaxed the other side of it I attached the
indorsement cup and inserted the jack plugs into the cabinet. At first the automobile was simply applying a
vacuum cleaner to both cups and I checked that April 's white meat were well seated. Luckily her chest were
gravid and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was capable to seal perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating subprogram on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and constant quantity suck are relentless. Eventually her boob began to give up their harvest and
the white-hot liquidity started to spirt into the appeal tube in phase with the clicking of the valve,
sucking the Milk from her and conveying it to the refrigerated tray. Satisfied that all was in decree I
switched the machine back to contemporize milking activeness with orgasm signal detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and breast Milk River flow.
I retired to expect the succeeding cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the ticker kicked in. Her body slack up and subsided into the kill time as the
heart did their work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the subway but this fourth dimension there was a
becoming milk product too. Once more this would subscribe to a few mean solar day to build up to commercial-grade layer
but really this was a great start and a really good foretoken to have got started so early in gestation. I was so delight 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 mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina button on her rectum improving the thick star, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin layers of moist membrane-forming tissue ; the vibrations are transmitted easily to my stick in penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this woman 's body. I did n't even have to move, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my top dog in her hair and inhaled the scent while the simple machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to number first. I heard her gasp, and the muscles in her arms and legs contracted, her branch stiffening as she strained, reaching for the dismission. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spasmodic spasm. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her branch bedcover to her trunk 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 grade could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The result was to increase the pressure on my penis to a delicious squeeze play that intensified the channel vibe. I moaned with pleasance at the thrill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the bobby pin seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four times in quick successiveness and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her body convulsing. As her torso was suspended between wrists and ankles the convulsions made her rosehip flick back and forth between her bonds. The motion pivoted efficiently on the only other compass point limiting her apparent motion ; my inserted penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an effort to attain me come. In realness I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the result was wonderful, it could n't have been nicer. The sensations built up, up, up and then over the top- my penis exploding into her as her anal anatomical sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the cycle of her own climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went silent as her dead body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump Hz activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A little stream 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 violation she did n't show it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to puddle coffee.


RESOLUTION

The next day it was time to trip the milk fiat as well. I went to crack on production- April
showed no sign of being cognizant of my presence, she was silent, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her consistency was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so arcminute as the auto forced her to another sexual climax and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the positive side milk product was nicely up to 200 ml nightlong and should make a litre by the end of the workweek. My biggest customer for Milk River is actually female. I guess she does n't question where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing military volunteer ? In any issue she took a regular liter from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in supply. I was at last in a stance to get off her some and so set up the packaging for the following day. I would be able to supply some of my other discomfited customer in the future week or so too, but as my heavy customer it was essential I kept her happy. I sorted out the dispatch multitude and courier labels for the payload.

Just then April screamed- more of a howl really, like an animal in infliction. I went to her. pedigree was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo social unit had fractured, the sharp edges ripping through her near
intimate flesh. She was losing a lot of origin and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the political machine and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the conducting wire she became lupus erythematosus of an prolongation of the machine and some of her human beings seemed to return. I released her limb and lowered her to the level. Thick drab line of descent was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't risk a medico so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and inserted it into her vagina to hold internal press. I hoped it was working in any event the blood flow ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the first time in calendar week she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not for certain if she thought I had disconnected her from the machine out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a coup de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any upshot she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak smile. This was strange, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeders simply go silent during yield. They settle into a routine, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with eyes closed or rolled back in their heads. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a upright stage, I can siphon their wealth and replete my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never very much warning so I need to keep a sizeable livestock frozen to
cover song alteration over periods. The last missy had lasted 3 years and then simply died in the Nox. She
had n't spoken from the second day of production. Apr was dissimilar, there was clearly a mortal
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 wounding. Not
forgetting of course she was pregnant with my baby and this could only score garbage disposal to a greater extent
difficult. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardice but I thought the simplest course was to do nil and then if she died the
job would be simpler. I retired upstair leaving her to sleep and went to the bar to suffer Rob-
retain it normal after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The next day April was n't bushed. If anything she was a little effective, faithful to mobile so I fastened her
manacle again, this time linked to the bed framing. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no recollection of her former spirit 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
coming back to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no perm fastening 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 breasts were beautiful to lay eyes on, they grew heavy and taut, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite irritating and she looked forward to my
sojourn to suffer them emptied. Milk River was a much easier material to obtain, the torso being designed to
produce it for outside uptake. I did n't really want her injury to interrupt my own routine so after a workweek I was anxious to get it on her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from posterior. After a few thrusts I realised that I did n't have got to limit myself to that route of entry any more. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my prick balls-deep inside her. She said nothing and seemed not to acknowledge 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 wondrous to be back in a vagina- I relished the difference in texture, grip and raw moist heat. She was healed enough internally to live with me and did n't seem to experience pain. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeder after production had started. Production simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise Apr 's vaginal musculus had been exercised and the unremitting coming had developed them to the point of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could grip my shaft and almost cut off the blood line supply ! They could guggle and pulse like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could finger each pulse and jerk of my calamus with an chroma I had never known. I do n't call up she got a great deal 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 enthralled when I said yes. I was truly stuck now. I did n't need to actually defeat April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo percentage and could n't intrust her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only useful to develop milk, but then the sex was unbelievably big and her brainwash creative thinker was
actually grateful for the care. I have to let in I found having my own individual sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that Dear Reader is how it ended. I have kept Apr for 5 years now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more comfortable for her to know in. She never asks about the outside
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her mental DoS is piteous but for
me this is a thanksgiving ; she is only too eager to delight me in anyway she can. She did n't even make a
fuss after the nascence of our child when I followed my tired path to the missioner and abandoned him at their door. The monks there are no expectant worshiper in DNA testing- I suppose they could guess that nestling abandoned there must feature some form of baffling background and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any event they never seem to have noticed that 10 of their orphans actually part a father. My income has shrunk as near of the money I earned was from the vaginal juice 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 continue her lactating continuously either with hormone giving medication or, as now, with her endorse pregnancy. Her breasts have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making sufficiency. Her Milk keeps us both. She seems hefty but I do n't know how very much damage I have done or for how long she will live. I ca n't even assure for long she will acquire but I would pretend this wo n't last more than than a few yr. If her Milk fails I will want to raise another breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my underground sanctum against a clip when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will ingest what note value is left from her, and her breasts at least should fetch a in effect price. Perhaps I will enrol two new stock breeder anyway and keep the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the fourth dimension being both I and April are mental object .