ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was prosperous in the diner.
The night 's exercise had left my trunk feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the meat
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the taste of the
deep brown. The waitress was bent over face-to-face me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely hind end. I admired the view for a instant before calling her over to order more
coffee berry.
It had been a successful night and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always hard but I have to refill the breeder or my supplying line of merchandise literally dries up. node
across the creation would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost order ”.
They will take their business elsewhere. In this ancestry of work I am acutely aware that I am only as
good as my last consignment. It would subscribe a while but I should cause supplies before my adjacent
freight are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a story about a missing female child. I tensed but no-one in the diner
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a good semblance and I relaxed. My trail were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate person young woman was now confined.
It had been pretty gentle, a textbook caseful in fact. I had befriended Apr on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and anxious for a new spouse, a new father for her child. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the first two
opportunity to meet- not appearing too aegir. Each time building a little more trust. I took the
chance to learn more about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more informal multifariousness. Mine were not of me of course, I 'd chosen
them from a selection on melodic line to match more closely her ideal- the overweight middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his burger was certainly not what she had in brain. April, I had learned
was 24, a single parent. This all boded well for me, Whitney Young, fertile and with a body already get up
for my use by anterior childbearing. She was well fleshed with larger than average breasts. When I saw
her moving picture it was her breasts that had sealed her destiny. Their cutis was creamy whiten, but the wickedness
scheme of her venous blood vessel spread like a river scheme beneath. Her nipple were tolerant with spreading
areolae and each bore a prominent berry-like nipple at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested upright potential for product ; water-rich frame and generous secreting power. True I
would not get to reap her breasts for a month or so but they were a firm guide to breeder
selection.
On her third request I agreed to receive, I asked her to take the bus to the next township ( where I
supposedly lived ) and gather me for a drink and meal at a local eatery. Although this post 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 influence. I
even phoned to throw a reservation under my assumed name in lawsuit she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 min before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a shaver change in
plan. I had just picked up my car from the shop class 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 trustfulness, she did n't even oppugn it
and happily agreed to get off 4 stops out of townsfolk. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus catch for ethnic music heading to the lake, a dead walk through the woods.
However this time in the evening and this time of twelvemonth there were no such visitor and I was already
hidden in the bushes, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its Light glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a loud hiss escaping its air brakes. A
individual female figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman would alight in this
lonely spot so late in the evening then they did n't read it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any attending. The bus pulled away in a flurry of detritus and spent diesel.
April stood at the stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
cubic yard from the stop with its lights on- obvious for her to see. I of line was n't in it. To get to it
April would accept to walk past the darkest percentage of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupant she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding place, finisher, finisher. She was one stair to my left, she was in front of me and then one footstep to
my right, in front of my enshroud place. I rose silently like a malevolent spirit from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one swift movement I reached around her head clamping the trichloromethane
soaked tissue paper over her mouth and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- commodity ! The panic, the
sudden exhaling and loss of breath would be followed by a mystifying inhalant that would aid my
purposes. Her body was tense up in my grip, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my for the first time real contact
with her white meat. They were turgid and heavy. Her scent was pleasant, womanly but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- afters ! She struggled some more, the hint hissing
violently from her nozzle and followed by an equally vehement aspiration. It was an unequal conflict. I
am not a strong man but I had the couple component of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
one-third ... practice ? Her optic rolled upwards in her head, her lids dropped and her torso went hobble in
my arms. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in blank space for a full arcminute more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her hobble body the rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the back seat
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any nonchalant observer would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U play and drove back to my genuine home- away from the town tryst and the unused
dinner qualification. The County line was a river, I stopped on the bridge circuit and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep water below. A little further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contents ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might decipher back to me. I
drove the rest of the way, topping up her trichloromethane every 20 minutes. It was a long drive and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the road and drew up on my own driving. I lived on the
outskirt of town- calm and private. My theatre was wooden expression detached and set in a humble
garden with large social movement yard. This was ideal for me and my hobby, a semi derelict Buick station
coaster wagon stood in the driving a forgetful way from the service department. I would fix it one day. A few early old
classics stood rusting quietly around the billet. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden building some 50 railyard form the main house. It looked a piffling abandoned ship, simple and
run down. An honest construction that could hide out nothing.
I parked in front line of the garage and got out to open the room access before driving the car fully in and
closing the threshold behind. Best to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my dirty money. She
was heavier than I had expected but I managed. I half acquit half dragged her to the bottom of the
garage. The back of the stead was covered with a fitted shelving unit on which was stored old paint,
oil nates, a few car spares and pecker. I dropped her on the floor and reached senior high up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden bulwark behind. I fumbled for
the sec latch and the out of sight door clicked clear an inch or two. I pulled it astray and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to stimulate too much injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the 3rd door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the brightness level, this
was it, my factory story. Some 20 feet clandestine, soundproofed and completely hidden from
eyeshot this was my hugger-mugger, my sanctum ; the source of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast
a ready coup d'oeil around the elbow room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden liner painted white and
faded to grey. On the far paries there was a sinkhole and taps, a few king sockets and some shelving
with a declamatory cupboard under. The ledge bore my packing cases and mailing supplies. On the right
there sat an old refrigerator next to a small chest of drawers freezer. There was a pulley wheel mounted high
on the rampart above the Deepfreeze and connected to some lines that fed through a second pulley-block on the
ceiling, hanging down in the centre of the room. An old TV was fixed to the wall next to the door through which we had entered and below that a humble cot with a Myxocephalus aenaeus mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a boot Holy Order and I needed to remain on website. The left manus wall was covered in my rescript and production charts and in front of them a small-scale desk and PC plus printer.
It was the adjustment in the centre of the room that mattered, all the respite simply serviced that
initiation. In the middle of the room stood a chairman, simpleton, wooden, with some basic padding on
the seat. A greyish featureless box of equipment stood adjacent to it, wires trailing to the paries sockets and
several hose hanging limply or connected to jarful fitted into wrack at the cornerstone. There were a few
switching, a match of telephone dial and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own design, part pump, character
icebox and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a pair off turnup attached to the note
coming from the the pulley-block. They were fully adjustable for duration by winding the Sir Ernst Boris Chain up or down
via the rack positioned on the wall. A back duad of cuffs were fixed to belt ammunition that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the room. All seemed fine, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the room access and propped her up on the chair. I was in somewhat of a hurry
since it had now been rather foresighted than 20 second since her live top up with trichloromethane and she
was beginning to call down. Quickly I cuffed her carpus to the pep pill chains and let them fall whilst I
fitted the floor manacle to her mortise joint. She hung limply but I was able to conjure up her into a more delight
position by winding the cycle on the wall. Tightening the upper berth chains straightening her back and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"shape over her fountainhead. Secure at last. I turned and left the way,
closing the door behind me. There was one more task-tedious but essential, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a second set of tyres in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't risk trample
matching and new tyres would always look funny so I had acquired a second set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely home I changed back to my normal well-used wheels and
stashed the specials back under the floor in their place.
The sun was well up by the time I had finished. Maybe it was the relief of tension now that the
pip was over or maybe it was simply from the travail of the Nox but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but secure. I shut and locked the lower threshold, and left up
the stairs closing the upper door and swinging shelves securely. I dropped the woodland 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 threshold and headed for the diner.


INSTALLATION

The sunrise passed in mundane chores, I had supplies to get, the fencing needed painting and I had
some letters to spell, measure to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would recall April,
each time I would get a thrill of excitement and anticipation. installing is always a thrilling
procedure for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a large portion of my natural selection tactics 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. 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 wassail in the bar, eat in the café. I met citizenry, spoke to mass and blase masses. I was not odd, just uninteresting and steadfast. So restrain up the convention behaviour- no unexplained disappearances in the center of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will get in people 's memory. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this screening meant that I was unable to continue April 's installing until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of coffee about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow shop, we had a
rough-cut pastime in railcar and he ( as common ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the combat yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to receive later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my mystery way. 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 intend I was out. I opened the back internal door and locked them behind me before heading down the step. I guessed April would hear my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, curiosity, anticipation ? I opened the lower threshold and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. April was a terrible spate. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her face and her overbold garb grubby and dishevelled. She opened her sassing and let out a wow as I entered. No trouble, it was part of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to tire out herself out before she would accept the hopelessness. No matter how much she screamed no-one will do. It simply pisses me off and is belike to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the disturbance. I strode across and slapped her hard on the nerve. Some roue dripped from her nose but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her eyes. That was trade good, lots of look. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said null but walked over to her and twisted her hair beat behind her brain. I put my face
close to hers and hissed into her ear.
"Shut up, you are here with me and I have you. There 's no-one else here, no help for you to call.
Your aliveness is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and occupy from you what I need. You can shout out all you like, and no-one will number. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of mental rejection in her expression- how could I say these matter ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it patois be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the room and unlocked the cupboard. Aprils predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an aggregation of bin liners I 'm not surely April recognized a trunk at get-go. Then after
a while a muffled whine of horror and all colouring drained from her face. I dragged the heavy sac
across the floor towards the door. There was a sealed amount of escape and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breathing space and fetched more sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the organic structure through the room access and started up the stairs. The bulge promontory cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the pucker hatful and locked the doorway behind me before pulling and tugging
the discharge up the steps. Very physical study this. I bundled it into the keister of the car in grooming for
the night 's garbage disposal stumble. Slamming the torso I went back down the stair to confront April. She
seemed in blow, her middle were sightless, unfocused, staring into infinite. Her rim were trembling
with concern, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a large knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the light, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her eyes nearly popped out of her face, her whole organic structure was trembling
as she shook her head and silently she seemed to be mouthing the Logos"No"over and over again.
She need n't have worried. There is a certain note value in a fair sex 's dead body but its zero compared
to her value alive. The tongue was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the cervix of the
garb she had put on to affect me. I pulled the zipper down to her waist but the garment could n't
drop as her weapons system were raised above her head and her leg 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
apparel, severing the cincture, tearing the sleeve and shoulders and ripping it from zipper slot to
hem. I pulled the apparel off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underclothes, a matching
bra and trouser set- maybe intended to please me as my wages if our eventide had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her self-assurance. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the articulatio humeri straps.
The bra joined the shred dress. I turned to attend at April, her breasts were every bit as promising
as her delineation so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a limpid runniness
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her flaccid build 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 torn fabric to my face to inspire her scent. There was a lowering
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang of urine where she had leaked a fiddling, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her Thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed roll that even now she was trying to hide from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her bail. Her unanimous
body was trembling now and then ; a sudden hoot as she emptied her vesica, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her trunk and blank out the bucket.
I tossed her panties onto the galvanic pile and went to the closet for my cleanup geartrain. In any factory
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic pile of shattered
habiliment and left, locking the doors behind me.
The administration run was the last big job in breeder exchange and before production can start. The worn
out unit helot to focus and condition the newer. The new girls are usually more malleable after they
have seen the discharge. I paused in the garage where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
article of clothing for metal, once I had called an engineer to serve it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified alloy in the ashes- no real job, a mere explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. Panties OK- I tossed them in low with only a twinge of sorrow,
their scent had been intoxicating but evidence is evidence 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 hook fasteners. I used the tongue to remove all of these theatrical role and then tossed
the shoot down textile remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The alloy percentage I dropped in an
charge card pail of old shelling acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my atonement it was now getting dark. I got in the car and
headed out for the highway. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the forest. It was a long drive and I knew I would n't make it before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This lady friend had been missing for nearly three old age now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively relaxed about the disposal- it was requisite but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow trench. It was leaden work but it was a
remote sphere and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the body in and returned to the car for a sack of
quicklime. Its important to use the right form of lime for these disposals, quicklime with its
dire and caustic appetite for urine is nonsuch. In a subject of daylight there would be nothing
recognisable of this body, no hair, no DNA, no dental consonant record book or old pearl fractures. Not even a
lingering scent to draw the charges of any qualifying dog walkers ; just a patch of inorganic phosphate deep soil.
I ripped the traveling bag so that the lime could contact the frigid flesh. The body looked pathetic now,
colourless, crumpled. Dark circles showed where the breast had been detached and the was a
standardised dark smirch around the top of the thigh. Her breasts, never parted in life were now on opposite incline of the Atlantic, whilst the lips of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't know 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 pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic overalls and covering the torso generously in the
slaked lime. It was dusty stuff and I did n't require to birth traceable deposits on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the body with the earth I had dug out of the hole and left, erasing my footprints as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my boilersuit into the sac, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the bundle into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my reward as I drove home base. Apr was now safely set, all the
risky component were over and its fourth dimension for me to take off enjoying myself ! Have a little bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


induction

It was getting late when I returned dwelling. 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 diet. It aids production, chassis less dissipation and its convenient to deal. Usually this is a body building shake I get on mail order- I keep some weighting in the plump for room in character anyone
ever asks- I am to all spirit and use trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the excessive and growing
flabbiness of my consistency. 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 Julian Bond, 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 oral cavity. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spit it out. Then she seemed to realise it
was intellectual nourishment and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasance. Accepting food is a essential stage in stock breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hitch. Soon she would be grateful to me for these intermission, but for now I let her drink
and stroked her whisker 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 electric chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucket. She seemed to know what was expected and filled it
with sassy urine, it had a fruity almost apple tone. I let her finish and then removed the pail to
exchange the president. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the lights and left her to put up in the
iniquity for an hour. The next stage could have 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 meal to keep my strength up. I
had n't eaten much over the final stage 24 myself minute either. I remembered my arrangement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local anesthetic bar-a dyad of beers would n't go amiss - and as
before- I had to keep doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- light chatter and causerie. News was on in the bar- no reference of the missing
girl. I downed a twosome of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly clear headed when I made my
excuses and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the cool air on my side
woke me up a little and I started to suppose of my future relocation. This is always difficult to decide
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
April must be wondering what was in store for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't acknowledge 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 slipway the best and most enjoyable for
me, I have to curb my demands once production starts. I leaned on the pep pill door and
belched. I jerked it open air and tread a petty unsteadily down the dance step. I opened the door and flicked on
the light source. April was hung from her bonds in the nitty-gritty of the elbow room, just as I had left her, her school principal
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 lovely fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"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 harvest from
the draftsman above the cupboard. Her eyes widened.
"No No, please do n't wound me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the crop in my hands. On my second circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her spinal column. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of pain. I paused
and then repeated the action mechanism across her posterior twice in rapid succession so that her flesh was still
jumping from the starting time blow when the indorse cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't bruise me- I 'll do anything"
My soul leapt inside me, how I loved those Holy Scripture ! 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 pulley there, tautening her tie-up. At outset 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 suspension in her cuffs. I kicked the chairman away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her chest were heavy and full, the areolae and nipples as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any longer I sank my oral fissure to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable action, but the nipple had nothing to give, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her breast felt good against my case and there was a slight taste of descent where my
teeth had torn her tegument. She was shivering now, fear or frigidity I could n't differentiate but the jiggling apparent movement
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to see. As I sucked I sent my second hand to plough
her furrow and investigation into her thatch. Her pubic tomentum was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our appointment. I approved, it would require 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 sassing, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the other deal was beginning to mount to the situation. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The slash across her rear and rump had reddened nicely,
a few pearl of blood oozed from the ends of the slash where the crop had dug in almost. I licked them
from her, her blood salty and metallic on my tongue. I sank to my knees and bit her buttock, so
silky liquid, so soft. I separated her bum buttock 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 fondle her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the instant the chloroform pad covered her
mouth and even as she lost consciousness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At least this was n't painful. Even so the I felt every muscle in her body
tense, the lips of her vulva tightened in an attempt to resist my finger 's entry- to refuse me entree to
her deeper delight. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. There was only a faint scent of
pussy she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the fingerbreadth with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a tight and satisfying rasp on her inner walls. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my fingerbreadth in and out of her, feeling the rippled walls, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this woman under my restraint, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what violation to chose, what section of
her to enjoy first, there was a pussy and my finger's breadth was in it. My choice was clear ! 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 strip down. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, delight"
She must have known that this was a egotistical appeal, there was no escape possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the trading floor, my prick was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my aim was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled tush. She need n't concern about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
second home plate and will comfortably and frequently oblige me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her center looked scared. I rubbed myself on her trunk, feeling the large breasts flatten against my
chest of drawers, I pushed my coxa forward and scraped my prick on her pubis, feeling the scratch of the harsh
and trimmed pubic haircloth there. Then I slipped it low-toned, delving into her Edward Teach, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the adhesion held. Her motion
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not go in her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my handwriting, wiping the saliva over
my engorged putz head. Just as with my finger's breadth the lubrication will aid my penetration. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her part rising in pitch and tawdriness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her phonation was no almost a scream as I felt her torso bulge to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One last-place push button, her vulva opened, the rim parting under my push. Strangely the tension in her
muscles that was so limit to keep me out actually ensured that her backtalk clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This clock time her phonation was almost soft, a whine
"No"
We both knew the struggle, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and nothing would
variety that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her body was mine and I was inside it. I would enjoy her. Her soundbox sagged in her cuffs determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a leave pardner to her violation. Her aspect was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the space. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A undecomposed place where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delectation were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched unfastened and her body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't irritate me, I was free now to stuff into her, each bm caused her organic structure to shake
backwards in the strap so I did n't get across as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a centimetre or two of bliss. A easygoing moan of protestation escaped her with each push.
After a few the moan stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape of breath. Her eyes closed
and a snap rolled own her buttock. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, thick into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious sentience. The blood flush to your penis, your brain is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the vertical view, generates a light headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The mankind tends to fade and there nil but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the tied adult female. My cock burrowing from this reality through her and into paradise. Blood rushed
in my spike, I could get a line it pounding almost drowning her call in the distance. I was giddy, giddy,
seeing stars and there is always the hazard of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her berm and white meat, steadying myself with her body at our peak of contact-
through my arms and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a proficient function of the weighting
of her raper, this must increase the freight on her carpus and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a fleeting lapse as the universe came back into stress. I resumed my poking. She was
truly pleasant-tasting. 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 voiced and more welcoming than
that of any early cleaning lady ? Or is it the fact that she does not require me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would block her body and abnegate me any ace ounce of pleasance
from her pussy, but I am relishing it despite her wish. 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 mystifying into her cunt so that my balls flapped against her. The blood was starting
to bellow again in my ear. Distantly I heard her spokesperson
"Do n't come in me ! Please, please do n't come in me !"
I knew she was n't on the anovulatory drug. I knew I was n't taking any precautions. I also knew that I would come
in her, and keep coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was fertile, her daughter proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my future consignments fell
due or nature took its course and my semen found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will descend. You have laboured up the gentler side of the
hill and come to the escarpment. You can see the thought but it is too late to quit. Your impulse is already such that it will dribble you the last few yards, over the sharpness and you will plunge hasty
into outer space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still come, your prick will still pulse its come, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my typesetter's case I had no intention of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my crusade carry me forward. I felt the tingling sensations building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, stronger even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself strain,
tightening every muscular tissue and locking my thigh as I was rushed towards orgasm by electric current beyond
my control, like a raft in ovalbumin pee rapids. The chassis to orgasm climbing, mounting and then at
last the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the body of water, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my ears, the weewee thundered in my straits. I burst within her, my peter twitching
and jump as it sent stream after watercourse of my thick sperm to coat her inner depths.
I do n't lie with how hanker it took me to generate to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hands. My fingers were digging into her cushy cutis. She was crying the binge falling
on my tomentum. I grunted and released my delay, there were purplish scrape where my finger had dug in.
They would darken to wide-cut bruises over the next few hours. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, subject matter and satisfied. I tired to charge myself, to return to the situation in hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a big expelling. I needed to get her body flatter, before the bulk of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the chair too far away, Oh well I
would remember next time. I pulled out of her quickly, my prickle flopping wetly against my second joint.
I went to the wall, releasing the Chain so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a Word of God
and lay there, a patrician sobbing the only sound I could get word.
I parted her leg and studied her snatch, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a tweed rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure my emission was larger than that so I
would leave her there and give it a chance to remove root in the fertile grunge of her womb.
I picked up my wearing apparel and turned off the Inner Light as I left.


yield

I had owned Apr 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-after-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 menage at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some solar day I would give her a third injection in the eventide before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my phallus was curled contentedly in my pants.
Apr I think was getting used to the routine, she was eating OK after a couple of years of refusing
anything and some colouring 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 yield and she could be urged over that barrier in good sentence. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her morning urine after my morning fuck, and I dipped a pregnancy tryout stick in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a turning dot for April- the reefer clearly developed a second business
and the Logos"pregnant"appeared on the white priming coat. My heart skipped a metre, fantastic news. Of
grade this also meant that I would get to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable futurity but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this item I had been filling my orders from
frozen stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was prison term to bug out breeder production and it all
seemed to suffer worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver gray grey equipment box, the control console on the desk and
the various hoses, conducting wire and nursing bottle about her cell. I busied myself with them now. cleaning,
attaching and testing. She had n't seen me do this before and seemed curious.
"What 's that ? What are you doing, what 's going on ?"She asked, a uneasy boundary to her voice.
"Nothing to worry about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the nominal head control board of the cabinet and checked the fittings. inside was a large-ish dildo
structure and a mountain range of hard plastic breast cupful. I gauged her sizing by eye to turn back I would have
something to fit- the secondment big would fit. I would n't demand this for a calendar month or so but it was as
well to be prepared because I ordered them from European Union, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to order of magnitude it. The equipment was mounted on beaver so I was able to roll it over to her. She
tensed, clearly neural
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little treat for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inches long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a slight twirl about half way up to help it transfix. My first prototypes had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile part of the dildo was attached to a foresightful transparent
plastic hose and intimate conducting wire. I plugged the wire impinging into the panel and screwed the hose
Union onto a feeding bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml collectors ; I thought it advantageously to start up with
these and hopefully incite up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course of action. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the fundament jury of the machine and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated sphere that would chill the harvest rapidly and prevent it cool until I could action
and pack it.
I powered up the machine and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and relative frequency to more lenify"introductory"settings and then turned off. Apr must accept
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lubricator and wiped it over the rippled aerofoil of the dildo. It was clip for her to
find out.
I pulled up a ordure and dragged the peregrine equipment over to April. I checked the ankle restraints
and tightened them so her legs were full paste. 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 former
porta in time to come. Her eyes were a lilliputian godforsaken and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lube ensuring it slid in easily, the rick making indisputable she could n't simply squeeze it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the background I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a little start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the gentle prickling would be
pleasant for her- at to the lowest degree for a while. She came back down onto her base 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 orgasm until now then
the succeeding few bit would be all important. If she could n't come then she would be no good to me and
all my hard body of work of the last calendar month would consume been for nil. 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 tissues of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she attend a little flushed. The dildo was nothing if not persistent and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to flare, her entirely foot was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were gasp coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking well. It seemed to calm out like this for a long fourth dimension, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to stop but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't need a charwoman with such mastery it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to daydream, my mind moving on to matters of how I would inform
my regular 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 mysterious throbbing Brrrr speech sound as the building block switched over its
purpose. This is what was unlike about my machine and its dildo. The shaft was in three layers, a
surface layer mimic flesh providing a supple rippled open for the vagina to transfix. inside deeper
machinery surrounds a central subway system that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube at its base. The machinery is designed to cede vibratory arousal directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensors that detect the vaginal compression as the fair sex
orgasms. coming triggers a virtual flowage of both vaginal lube and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the vibration as the womanhood climax, at the same fourth dimension activating the
pumping circuits to extract all the cute secernment through the collection tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting feeding bottle.
I watched with aegir curio as the heart cycle per second cut in. There was a holdup but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the clear plastic solicitation thermionic valve. True it was only a pocket-size amount of money but
in Sojourner Truth I had n't expected production to be prolific- at to the lowest degree not at inaugural as I knew she would need to
be worked up to a comely small fry.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her chemical bond
with a suspiration. I went to look at my precious crop. The volume was petite, lupus erythematosus than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these first gear few harvest time would be deep than those that came later and
so would fetch a higher damage. This would help offset the effects of the low-pitched volume but not
entirely so, and volume would take to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my place. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her body tensing as her eye opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the enigma of my machine- it is instant, effective
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibration way to orgasm, pump way to collection
and a final 10 min"down time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this perpetual
cycling that builds up secretion bulk 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 bicycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also cloud my product- and my customers are very picky.
I left the machine to do its workplace and went back upstairs to mix More shakes- I make these a slight
weaker at this stagecoach, more urine and less flavouring. I knew I needed to celebrate Apr well hydrated
now. Her body can acquire this ordinary piss and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid
"atomic number 79"Well, in this case into the most delightful fluid known to man - pure vaginal succus. A sticky
slimy and luscious secernment for which there was an inexhaustible requirement ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to get hold of the steps requisite to produce this harvest in the
measure needed and at the price demanded by the grocery. I was n't the solitary supplier but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
Apr was producing grade A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high mucous content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that womanhood 's consistence lacks the capacity to bring forth this glutinous
material in large quantity. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest
containing larger proportion of squirted fluid. practically thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shiver and returned to the factory flooring. April was hung in her harness, the
pump was running so I guess it had been through one or two cycles in my absence seizure. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at first gear and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a mixture of horror and hatred in her eyes. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut light as the auto cycled again, Her body jumped and her eye closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please plosive please stop ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no Sir Thomas More !"
To be honest I did remember that was a bit inordinate as reaction go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on session of normal sex, so I did think she
was complaining too early. fountainhead 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 auto to do its work. I found the rhythmic throbbing and
cycling of the motorcar quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to break my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as C. H. Best I could to my dispatch work, retrieving the standing Order from the
computer and adding the new ones from the ring armour. I was still sending out production from the finale
breeder who had become highly fecund before ceasing production entirely. I had collected a large
measure of grade C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid state into appropriately
sized fictile bottles and then mailing them either on body of water ice cool-packs, or frozen solid on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a dyad of lodge for grade 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 earmark printed recording label prepare for messenger that afternoon.
I did n't make out exactly what my guest did with their order of magnitude, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clues over the days and I know much is used as a food
additive or assorted with whisky or other booze of your selection ( my favourite is a good scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up their own sex spirit. I
even have some female node who use it as a skin treatment.
My reverie was interrupted by a flashy gasp from across the elbow room, rapidly followed by a pump round.
I turned, to look. Apr was staring at me, her eyes wide, almost scare etched in her case. The pump
working seemed prolonged so I checked the bottle- production now seemed much better, probably 25ml
from that cycle alone. That 's respectable. I gathered up my parcel and carried them upstairs to post.
"Be near honey"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using April for a month now of uninterrupted production. take had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed unfluctuating. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal retentive. She
had screamed like a banshee the initiatory time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had plenty from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a real battle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to forego sex with her for 4 days whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty hard and I was capable to rod her bum with my shaft until it at
survive went in. The closeness of her sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to unbend it to
hold on from tearing. The worry with anal sex is that the rectum is bland inside, it lacks the lovely
grain of the internal ripple ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
grip. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter muscle alone. For this rationality I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its adept than goose egg and I happily shafted away
between her boldness until I could feel the ecstasy start to ramp up in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before long she started to squirm and writhe whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and unplug my cock, her movements in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great satisfaction in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The production cycles were taking their toll. April did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her eyes rolled back in her head showing only the Andrew Dickson White. Over the calendar month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my entrance there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could hear the political machine cycling through its program, each orgasm marked by a convulsive twitching through her body and sometimes a sharp 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 changeless sexual stimulation also played its office. Each day I would try to lactate from her and after only 8 weeks I was rewarded at death with a tiny jet of Milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really good sign. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the succeeding few 24-hour interval I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouthpiece. The volume was getting enceinte and a gush would often concur with a machine induced sexual climax. After a week of this I was ready to move up to the milk harvest side of my patronage and retrieved the breast cupful I had identified the calendar month before. The car possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a pregnancy bosom ticker. There was an extinct cup that goes over the tit and which contains an inner whippy tube that covers the nipple. When the machine is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both pipe causing the cup to suck in the breast. The knocked out cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable oftenness. This mimics an tidal bore mouth sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacancy and tugging on the breast. The inner underground is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola abstruse inside.
I do n't consider April noticed as I connected her chest to the cups. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a car orgasm caused her body to stiffen. As she relaxed the other position of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the jack plugs into the console. At first the motorcar was simply applying a
vacancy to both cups and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her boob were
large and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able-bodied to seal perfectly onto her mound. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and never-ending sucking are relentless. Eventually her breasts began to devote up their harvest and
the white liquid started to spurt into the aggregation tubing 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 decree I
switched the simple machine back to synchronize milking action with sexual climax espial. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and titty milk flow.
I retired to look the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the heart kicked in. Her body loosen up and subsided into the downwards prison term as the
pumps did their work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube but this time there was a
decent Milk River production too. Once more this would take on a few solar day to construct up to commercial levels
but really this was a great outset and a really good signboard to have started so early in pregnancy. I was so delight with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my son of a bitch 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 energy on her rectum improving the deeper sensation, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two melt off layers of moist membranous tissue ; the vibrations are transmitted easily to my tuck penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmheartedness of this char 's physical structure. I did n't even take in to displace, I just clung to her articulatio humeri, buried my read/write head in her hair and inhaled the aroma while the car did the body of work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to come first. I heard her pant, and the muscles in her arms and legs contracted, her branch rigidifying as she strained, reaching for the sacking. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spastic spasm. I 've no idea whether that was witting or not. She was building steadily now, The latent hostility in her limbs facing pages to her torso and at go into her vagina. The electron tube tightening around the inclose dildo. The taut inner tissue paper also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of course could n't pass as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the pressure on my penis to a delicious squeeze that intensified the transmitted vibrations. I moaned with delight at the chill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the grip seemed to be still increasing. Apr gasped again, three or four time in speedy chronological succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her body convulsing. As her physical structure was suspended between wrists and ankles the convulsions made her hip joint flick back and forth between her attachment. The motion pivoted efficiently on the solitary other point limiting her move ; my inserted member. It was as if she was consciously buck backwards and forwards onto me in an effort to make me fall. In world I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the issue was wonderful, it could n't give been nicer. The genius built up, up, up and then over the top- my phallus exploding into her as her anal anatomical sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the round of her own culmination. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went understood as her soundbox relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump cycles/second activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A lowly watercourse of sperm cell followed, dribbling down the interior of her thigh. I got some tissue and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't render it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to arrive at coffee.


solution

The following day it was sentence to activate the milk Order as well. I went to moderate on production- April
showed no sign of being aware of my mien, she was silent, her center rolled back into her pass. Her body was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so mo as the machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus incline milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should get to a cubic decimetre by the end of the week. My biggest customer for milk is actually distaff. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from unforced volunteers ? In any event she took a fixture liter from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in supply. I was at last in a lieu to send her some and so set up the packaging for the following day. I would be able-bodied to cater some of my early torment customer in the next week or so too, but as my largest customer it was requisite I kept her happy. I sorted out the shipment packs and messenger label for the consignment.

Just then Apr screamed- more than of a howl really, like an animal in pain. I went to her. blood line was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo building block had fractured, the precipitous edge ripping through her most
intimate flesh. She was losing a lot of blood and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the machine and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the wires she became less of an file name extension of the motorcar and some of her human beings seemed to bring back. I released her sleeve and lowered her to the floor. midst dark blood 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 sustain national pressure. I hoped it was working in any effect the blood flow ceased. She opened her heart and looked at me. For the first prison term in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not surely if she thought I had disconnected her from the political machine out of understanding or whether she
thought I had administered a putsch de seemliness with the dildo breakage, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak smile. This was unusual, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeder simply go still during production. They settle into a act, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with center closed or rolled back in their caput. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a good phase, I can siphon their riches and fulfil my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never a great deal admonition so I need to preserve a respectable pedigree frozen to
cover change over periods. The last little girl had lasted 3 years and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the second day of output. April was different, there was clearly a mortal
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with compunction. However I also had a problem, she clearly was n't
about to die on me naturally, and I could n't refit her to vaginal production, not with her wound. Not
forgetting of form she was pregnant with my child and this could only fix administration more
unmanageable. 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 nothing and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to slumber and went to the bar to meet Rob-
keep it formula after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The next day April was n't dead. If anything she was a piddling better, closing curtain to mobile so I fastened her
turnup again, this time linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to let
no reminiscence of her former living 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 calendar week she was well enough to
return key to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no perm affixation 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 breast were beautiful to behold, they grew fleshy and tight, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite unspeakable and she looked forward to my
visits to experience them emptied. Milk was a much loose material to obtain, the torso being designed to
produce it for external consumption. I did n't really require her hurt to interrupt my own routine so after a workweek I was uneasy to sleep with her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few push I realised that I did n't have to circumscribe myself to that route of incoming 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 aught and seemed not to notice my intrusion once incursion was stark. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her pee. It was miraculous to be back in a vagina- I relished the difference in texture, grip and raw moist heating. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't appear to experience pain. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeder after product had started. Production simply ended when they failed, so there was never an chance. To my surprise April 's vaginal musculus had been exercised and the incessant orgasms had developed them to the percentage point of flawlessness. I had never known anything like it ! They could transfix my dig and almost cut off the rakehell supply ! They could ripple and pulsate like a backtalk sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could find each beat and jerk of my shaft with an intensity I had never known. I do n't guess she got much pleasure from this and she did n't orgasm, but she knew it pleased me and so she simply did it. I came quickly in her, she asked me if it had pleased me and seemed delighted when I said yes. I was truly flummox now. I did n't want to actually kill April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo percentage and could n't trust her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only utilitarian to produce milk, but then the sex was unbelievably great and her brainwashed mind was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that Dear lecturer is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 years now. My manufacturing plant has been
largely transformed and made more well-off for her to populate in. She never asks about the remote
mankind, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her mental state is poor but for
me this is a approval ; she is only too eager to delight me in anyway she can. She did n't even ready a
fuss after the giving birth of our child when I followed my commonplace path to the missionary and abandoned him at their doorway. The Monk there are no great believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could gauge that nestling abandoned there must accept some variety of problematic backcloth and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any result they never seem to have noticed that 10 of their orphans actually share a founder. My income has shrunk as most of the money I earned was from the vaginal juice as these are a great deal harder to come by. But I still milk Apr twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to preserve her lactating continuously either with internal secretion administration or, as now, with her endorsement pregnancy. Her white meat have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems sound but I do n't know how much damage I have done or for how long she will live. I ca n't even tell for long she will bring on but I would approximate this wo n't last more than a few years. If her milk fails I will involve to recruit another breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my underground holy place against a metre when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will take what economic value is left from her, and her tit at least should get a good price. Perhaps I will enroll two new breeder anyway and observe the secondly simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the clock time being both I and Apr are capacity .