ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was well-off in the diner.
The night 's exercise had left my body feeling pleasantly used, I took a bite of my burger- the meat
was charred around the boundary from the griddle- the acrid crunch mingled well with the taste of the
coffee. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a even. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely tush. I admired the scene for a here and now before calling her over to order more
coffee.
It had been a successful Nox and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always hard but I have to replenish the breeders or my supply line literally dries up. node
across the mankind would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost order ”.
They will take their job elsewhere. In this logical argument of employment I am acutely aware that I am only as
good as my last consignment. It would take a while but I should have supplies before my next
shipments are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a tarradiddle about a leave out little girl. I tensed but no-one in the diner
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a good likeness and I relaxed. My tracks were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate person girlfriend was now confined.
It had been pretty well-to-do, a text typeface in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and anxious for a new partner, a new father for her tike. 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 eager. Each sentence building a little more confidence. I took the
opportunity to find out more than about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more knowledgeable variety. Mine were not of me of trend, I 'd chosen
them from a extract on 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 mind. April, I had learned
was 24, a single parent. This all boded well for me, Danton True Young, fertile and with a consistence already prepared
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with orotund than average white meat. When I saw
her pictures it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their skin was creamy white, but the dark
outline of her nervure spread like a river system beneath. Her mamilla were broad with spreading
ring of color and each bore a striking berry-like nipple at its pith I knew from experience this all
suggested good potential drop for production ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to glean her white meat for a calendar month or so but they were a unattackable guide to breeder
choice.
On her third asking I agreed to fill, I asked her to take the bus to the following town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and fulfil me for a potable and meal at a topical anaesthetic restaurant. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street names, bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive place and she would be both ingrain and invite. I
even phoned to piss a arriere pensee under my assumed name in case she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 instant before she was due to make it I phoned her on the bus, just a minor alteration in
design. I had just picked up my car from the workshop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a pair of stops earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my sentence and built the cartel, she did n't even question it
and happily agreed to get off 4 diaphragm out of township. This was a wooded area- verging on woods in
fact, but served by a bus stop for folks heading to the lake, a curt walkway through the wood.
However this time in the even and this time 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 visible radiation glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a gaudy hiss escaping its air brakes. A
exclusive female person build 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 show it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any care. The bus pulled away in a bustle of dust and spent diesel.
April stood at the hitch and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the layover with its lights on- obvious for her to see. I of course of action was n't in it. To strain it
April would have to walk past the gloomy part of the bushes, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupant she assumed would be there. She started to take the air towards my
hiding place, finisher, closer. She was one footmark to my left, she was in front of me and then one footmark to
my right, in forepart of my hiding place. I rose silently like a evil liveliness from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one blue-belly movement I reached around her head clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her backtalk and olfactory organ. She struggled and tried to scream- adept ! The scare, the
sudden exhaling and departure of breath would be followed by a deep inspiration that would aid my
design. Her body was strain in my grip, I felt her conflict and writhe and got my number one real number contact
with her chest. They were large and cloggy. Her aroma was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sweet ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally violent divine guidance. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a strong man but I had the twinned elements of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third ... recitation ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her head word, her chapeau dropped and her body went limp in
my branch. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in position for a good minute more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her hobble body the repose of the way to the car. I spread her on the back tooshie
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any casual commentator would n't even cognise she was
there.
I did a U act and drove back to my actual home- away from the town tryst and the unused
dinner reservation. The County argument was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep weewee below. A little further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contents ( including the money ). I could n't chance anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the respite of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 minutes. It was a farsighted crusade and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the road and drew up on my own cause. I lived on the
outskirts of town- unruffled and individual. My house was wooden building detached and set in a small
garden with large straw man 1000. This was nonesuch for me and my spare-time activity, a semifinal derelict Buick station
wagon stood in the drive a short way from the service department. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classics stood rusting quietly around the place. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden building some 50 yards form the main house. It looked a little derelict, uncomplicated and
run down. An honest construction that could obliterate nothing.
I parked in nominal head of the garage and got out to open the doors before driving the car fully in and
closing the threshold behind. C. H. Best to act fast. I opened the tail end of the car and pulled out my award. She
was lowering than I had expected but I managed. I half carried half dragged her to the tooshie of the
garage. The back of the topographic point was covered with a fitted shelving whole on which was stored old key,
oil tail end, a few car spares and puppet. I dropped her on the trading floor and reached mellow up on the right for
the door latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged open revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the second gear door latch and the out of sight door clicked open an column inch or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to cause too much injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third door and dragged her inside. I flicked on the brightness, this
was it, my factory story. Some 20 feet underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my arcanum, my sanctum ; the source of my income and the nidus of my joy. I cast
a quick glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden liner painted clean and
faded to gray. On the far wall there was a sink and taps, a few power sockets and some shelving
with a large cupboard under. The shelves bore my packing lawsuit and mailing supply. On the proper
there sat an old refrigerator next to a small thorax freezer. There was a pulley cycle mounted high
on the wall above the freezer and connected to some lines that fed through a second block on the
roof, hanging down in the centre of the way. An old TV was fixed to the wall adjacent to the door through which we had entered and below that a belittled cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a rush parliamentary procedure and I needed to appease on site. The left hand wall was covered in my order and production charts and in front of them a lowly desk and PC plus printer.
It was the appointment in the centre of the room that mattered, all the relaxation simply serviced that
installation. In the midriff of the room stood a chair, simple, wooden, with some basic padding on
the seat. A grey featureless box of equipment stood future to it, wires trailing to the bulwark sockets and
various hosiery hanging limply or connected to jounce fitted into wrack at the base. There were a few
switching, a mates of telephone dial and a power Inner Light ( currently off ). It was my own purpose, character heart, character
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the hot seat hung a pair off manacle attached to the descent
coming from the the block. They were fully adjustable for duration by winding the range of mountains up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A second pair of cuffs were fixed to belt that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the room. All seemed all right, just as I had left it.
I dragged Apr through the door and propped her up on the president. I was in somewhat of a haste
since it had now been rather retentive than 20 minutes since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to call down. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the upper berth chains and let them hang whilst I
fitted the floor cuffs to her ankles. She hung limply but I was capable to raise her into a more delight
position by winding the roulette wheel on the paries. Tightening the pep pill concatenation straightening her vertebral column and
cranking her weapons system up into a"Y"condition over her chief. Secure at shoemaker's last. I turned and left the room,
closing the room access 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 tire in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't lay on the line tread
matching and new tyres would always look wary so I had acquired a secondment set long ago for
use in breeder enlisting. Once safely home I changed back to my pattern well-used bicycle 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
worst was over or maybe it was simply from the effort of the nighttime but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but untroubled. I shut and locked the down threshold, and left up
the step closing the amphetamine door and swinging shelf securely. I dropped the timbers 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 doors and headed for the diner.


INSTALLATION

The morning passed in mundane chore, I had supplying to get, the fence needed painting and I had
some alphabetic character to write, bills to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would remember April,
each prison term I would get a tingle of excitement and prevision. Installation is always a thrilling
process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a large 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"suspicious ”,
no, I was simply boring. Sociable but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to attempt me out. So I would go to the town terpsichore, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would tope in the bar, eat in the café. I met hoi polloi, spoke to people and bored people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and truelove. So continue up the convention behaviour- no unexplained fade in the midsection of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will wedge in people 's computer memory. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this cover charge meant that I was ineffective to continue April 's installment 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
common interest in railcar and he ( as common ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the scrap one thousand ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to meet later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my secret room. I locked up the sign and went across to the service department. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would obtain the house apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply guess I was out. I opened the hindquarters home doors and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed April would get a line my descent and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, curiosity, expectancy ? I opened the lower door and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. Apr was a tremendous great deal. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her brass and her smartness dress Myxocephalus aenaeus and dishevelled. She opened her oral fissure and let out a scream as I entered. No problem, it was part of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to wear upon herself out before she would accept the hopelessness. No matter how much she screamed no-one will come. It simply pisses me off and is likely to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the randomness. I strode across and slapped her hard on the face. Some rakehell dripped from her nose but the stochasticity stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her centre. That was good, lots of heart. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said goose egg but walked over to her and twisted her hair round behind her heading. 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 scream.
Your life-time is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and ask from you what I need. You can squall all you like, and no-one will come. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of skepticism in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it cant be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the elbow room and unlocked the closet. Apr predecessor tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin lining I 'm not sure April recognized a body at first. Then after
a while a muffled whimper of horror and all coloring material drained from her face. I dragged the heavy chemise
across the floor towards the door. There was a sealed amount of leakage and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breathing time and fetched Thomas More sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the body through the door and started up the stair. The bagged head cracking on every
stride. I stepped over the crumpled heap and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the carrier bag up the stairs. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the back end of the car in formulation for
the night 's garbage disposal misstep. Slamming the trunk I went back down the stairs to confront April. She
seemed in stupor, her eyes were sightless, unfocused, staring into space. Her lips were trembling
with fear, this was now all too veridical. I went to the cupboard and removed a large knife, deliberately
flashing the brand in the lightness, before crossing again to Apr. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her eyes nearly popped out of her face, her whole trunk was trembling
as she shook her question and silently she seemed to be mouthing the give-and-take"No"over and over again.
She need n't cause worried. There is a certain value in a woman 's dead eubstance but its cipher compared
to her note value alive. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
dress she had put on to print me. I pulled the zipper down to her shank but the garment could n't
drib as her sleeve were raised above her head and her legs spreading and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me lift the knife, but I did n't pain her, I simply used the blade to fleece through the fabric of the
dress, severing the cincture, tearing the sleeve and shoulder joint and ripping it from zip slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underclothes, a touch
bra and pants set- maybe intended to please me as my advantage if our even had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder joint straps.
The bra joined the shred frock. I turned to look at Apr, her breasts were every bit as bright
as her pictures so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked fleshy, rippling with a liquid fluidness
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her mild frame from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in appreciation, I was proud of and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the torn fabric to my font to inhale her perfume. There was a weighty
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang of urine where she had leaked a little, perhaps in concern
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed curls that even now she was trying to obscure from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her whole
body was trembling now and then ; a sudden hiss as she emptied her vesica, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her eubstance and forgotten the pail.
I tossed her pantie onto the piling and went to the cupboard for my cleaning gear wheel. In any manufacturing plant
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic pile of shattered
clothing and left, locking the doors behind me.
The disposal run was the last big job in breeder exchange and before production can initiate. The worn
out whole service to focalize and qualify the newer. The new girlfriend are usually more pliant after they
have seen the dismissal. I paused in the garage where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
wearable for alloy, once I had called an technologist to serve it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metallic element in the ashes- no genuine problem, a simple explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. panty OK- I tossed them in first with only a twinge of regret,
their perfume had been intoxicating but evidence is evidence and it has to be reduced. The clothes was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made certainly there was no alloy I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal come-on fastener. I used the knife to remove all of these percentage and then tossed
the torn fabric remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The metal division I dropped in an
plastic bucket of old barrage acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my gratification it was now getting wickedness. 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 girl had been missing for nearly three age now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively unstrain about the disposal- it was requisite but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the route and started to dig a shoal trench. It was large workplace but it was a
remote field 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 material body of linden for these disposal, quicklime with its
direful and caustic appetite for water is ideal. In a matter of years there would be nothing
recognisable of this soundbox, no hair, no DNA, no dental phonograph record or old bone crack. Not even a
lingering aroma to attract the thrill of any passing dog walker ; just a plot of ground of orthophosphate rich soil.
I ripped the bags so that the lime tree could contact the dusty flesh. The body looked pitiable now,
colourless, crumpled. dark circles showed where the titty had been detached and the was a
like dark discoloration around the top of the thigh. Her knocker, never parted in life were now on opposite sides of the Atlantic Ocean, whilst the sass 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 least I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on charge plate overalls and covering the body generously in the
calx. It was dusty stuff and I did n't want to own trackable repository 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 overall into the sacks, bagged the lot inside a new
firing and threw the sheaf into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my rewards as I drove household. Apr was now safely organise, all the
risky parts were over and its prison term for me to start enjoying myself ! Have a little bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned home. Apr had been mine now for nearly 20 minute, unconscious
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that fourth dimension. I usually give my stock breeder
a fluid-rich diet. It aids product, forms less waste and its convenient to lot. Usually this is a body building shake I get on ring armor order- I keep some weightiness in the rear room in caseful anyone
ever asks- I am to all purport and intention trying ( unsuccessfully ) to cut back the excessive and growing
limpness of my consistence. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a newspaper cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
Apr was hanging in her Bond, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was turgid and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in fear. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her mouth. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spit it out. Then she seemed to actualize it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with joy. Accepting nutrient is a crucial leg in stock 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 imbibe
and stroked her hair's-breadth as she did so. I think she was too far gone to notice the ravishment. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the swallow hole and went around behind her. Raising her from the chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the pail. She seemed to experience what was expected and filled it
with wise weewee, it had a fruity almost apple look. I let her wind up and then removed the bucket to
substitute the professorship. I disposed of her vented liquidness, turned off the lights and left her to put up in the
dark for an time of day. The adjacent stage could have a chemical reaction and I wanted to be sure the nourishment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty meal to keep my military capability up. I
had n't eaten very much over the last 24 myself hours either. I remembered my placement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the topical anaesthetic bar-a yoke of beers would n't go wrong - and as
before- I had to hold back doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- light yakety-yak and gossip. News was on in the bar- no honorable mention of the missing
girl. I downed a couple of beers and a whiskey chaser- I was decidedly illuminate 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 expression
woke me up a little and I started to cogitate of my next move. This is always difficult to adjudicate
because when you can do anything how do select ? Probably, in time I would do everything but How
do you prioritise ?
Apr must be wondering what was in shop for her, she must be expecting some kind of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't cognise where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not check for a week or so. The first calendar week is in some room the respectable and most pleasurable for
me, I have to tame my requirement once production starts. I leaned on the upper door and
belched. I jerked it loose and trample a picayune unsteadily down the steps. I opened the doorway and flicked on
the Inner Light. April was hung from her bonds in the inwardness of the elbow room, just as I had left her, her straits
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her bosom 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 crop from
the drawer above the cupboard. Her heart 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 arcsecond circumference I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of bother. I paused
and then repeated the legal action across her buttocks twice in speedy chronological succession so that her material body was still
jumping from the showtime reverse when the second cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please delight do n't anguish me- I 'll do anything"
My someone leapt inside me, how I loved those words ! My prisoner always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's more I know that they are true- she would do anything. John L. H. Down here
my word law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the wall and would up the block there, tautening her tie-in. At kickoff raising only her arms
above her pass, then further until she was dragged from the president, raising her so that she was part
standing, part hanging in her cuffs. I kicked the chairman away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her tit were heavy and wide-cut, the areolae and nipples as enticing as ever.
Unable to resist any retentive I sank my mouthpiece to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable action, but the nipple had naught to gift, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her knocker felt good against my expression and there was a tenuous taste of line of descent where my
teeth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, reverence or cold I could n't severalise but the jiggling gesture
that was imparted to her titty was pleasant to learn. As I sucked I sent my moment mitt to plough
her wrinkle and probe into her thatch. Her pubic hairsbreadth was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our date. I approved, it would involve to stay that way but future trimming was down
to me- I could n't adventure her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing fingers found her nether lip, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the former bridge player was beginning to rise to the site. I unfastened from
her nipple and went behind her again. The wale across her back and behind had reddened nicely,
a few drops of rip oozed from the ends of the gash where the harvest had dug in to the highest degree. I licked them
from her, her origin salty and metallic on my tongue. I sank to my knee joint and bit her behind, so
silky unruffled, so diffuse. I separated her bum cheeks and probed her ass, she was tight and the
sphincter muscle flinched and gripped my invading finger automatically at the invasion. I reached through
her stage to caress her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the bit the chloroform pad covered her
mouth and even as she lost awareness, 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 eubstance
tense, the lips of her vulva tightened in an attempt to resist my digit 's entry- to deny me access to
her deeper joy. I withdrew my fingerbreadth and put it in my back talk. There was only a timid scent of
slit she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger's breadth with my saliva and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
musculus, a close and satisfying wood file on her inner paries. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the cockle walls, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this woman under my control, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what violation to opt, what part of
her to enjoy first, there was a pussy and my digit was in it. My choice was elucidate ! It had been made
automatically by my own torso 's needs. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to undress. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must have got known that this was a vain charm, there was no escape possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the floor, my motherfucker was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't concern about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
second home and will comfortably and frequently fit me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her eyes looked scared. I rubbed myself on her physical structure, feeling the vauntingly breasts flatten against my
bureau, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my prick on her pubic bone, feeling the scratch of the uncouth
and trimmed pubic fuzz there. Then I slipped it glower, delving into her thatch, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the bonds held. Her move
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her prick, the flavor was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enter her. I withdrew temporarily and clap in my hands, wiping the saliva 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 vox rising in lurch and brashness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her voice was no almost a scream as I felt her eubstance bulge out to unfold to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One last push, her vulva opened, the lips parting under my thrust. Strangely the tension in her
muscles that was so determined to keep me out actually ensured that her lip clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her phonation was almost soft, a whine
"No"
We both knew the battle, 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 trunk was mine and I was inside it. I would love her. Her body sagged in her cuffs determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a volition cooperator to her rape. Her cheek was expressionless, her
optic focussed in the space. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
seat. A better plaza where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delight 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 motility caused her body to sway
backwards in the straps so I did n't interpenetrate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a centimetre or two of cloud nine. A mild groan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the moan stopped, replaced with a oink and hissing evasion of breathing space. Her eyes closed
and a rupture rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious sensation. The blood thrill to your penis, your nous is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the perpendicular position, generates a luminance headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The universe tends to pass off and there zip but the terrific fuck-stuff of
the link woman. My scratch burrowing from this world through her and into paradise. parentage rushed
in my ear, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her vociferation in the space. I was giddy, airheaded,
seeing stars and there is always the risk of losing residuum and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and breasts, steadying myself with her torso at our breaker point of contact-
through my blazon and my asshole. She was now supporting both herself and a ripe part of the weight
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her wrists and she moaned in pain in the neck. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapse as the world came back into focus. I resumed my poking. She was
truly toothsome. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her pussy and its delicate internally folded
membrane that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just balmy and more welcoming than
that of any other adult female ? Or is it the fact that she does not require me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would immobilize her physical structure and refuse me any 1 snow leopard of pleasure
from her puss, 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 balls flapped against her. The rip was starting
to roar again in my ear. Distantly I heard her voice
"Do n't do in me ! Please, please do n't descend in me !"
I knew she was n't on the pill. I knew I was n't taking any precautions. I also knew that I would make out
in her, and keep coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was fertile, her daughter proved
that, and I would savor 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 stage in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the gentler side of the
hill and descend to the scarp. You can see the view but it is too late to block up. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the concluding few yards, over the edge and you will plunge headlong
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the char, you will still come, your prick will still pulse its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my shell I had no intention of withdrawing, I
froze and let the impulse of my elbow grease carry me forward. I felt the prickling sensations edifice in
my prick-head, growing stronger, inviolable even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself melodic phrase,
tightening every muscle and locking my thighs as I was rushed towards orgasm by flow beyond
my restraint, like a raft in Caucasian piss rapids. The build to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
go the slew flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my capitulum, the urine thundered in my principal. I burst within her, my prick twitching
and jumping as it sent current after stream of my thick sperm to coat her inner depths.
I do n't recognise how hanker it took me to return to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hands. My fingers were digging into her gentle skin. She was crying the tears falling
on my pilus. I grunted and released my cargo area, there were purplish St. Mark where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to full bruises over the next few hours. My member felt wonderfully spent inside
her, substance and satisfy. I tired to rouse myself, to reelect to the place in hired man. It had been a
while for me, it was a bombastic discharge. I needed to get her body flatter, before the mass of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the way. Damn- I had left the chair too far away, Oh well I
would remember adjacent clip. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my thighs.
I went to the bulwark, releasing the mountain chain so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a news
and lay there, a placate sobbing the only if sound I could get a line.
I parted her legs and studied her cunt, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a white rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was certainly my expelling was turgid than that so I
would leave her there and give it a prospect to take theme in the rich soil of her womb.
I picked up my clothes and turned off the light as I left.


yield

I had owned April for a calendar month now and I was pleased with my skill. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this phase as I was fucking her on a daily basis. Usually I would indulge
straight after breakfast as I always seem to heat up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop dwelling at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some days I would give her a third gear injection in the evenings before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my member was curled contentedly in my pants.
April I think was getting used to the modus operandi, she was eating OK after a distich of Day of refusing
anything and some colour had returned to her buttock. 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 headache but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to output and she could be urged over that barrier in good sentence. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her dayspring urine after my morning nookie, and I dipped a pregnancy test marijuana cigarette in the still-
ardent fluid. Today however was a turning point for April- the stick clearly developed a indorse line
and the Book"pregnant"appeared on the Edward Douglas White Jr. basis. My heart skipped a pulse, fantastic word. Of
course of instruction this also meant that I would feature to relinquish vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my ordering from
flash-frozen stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was time to start stock breeder production and it all
seemed to take worked out like clockwork. I think Apr had been ignoring the ash gray grey equipment box, the control console on the desk and
the various hoses, wires and bottles 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 skittish boundary to her voice.
"Nothing to worry about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front dialog box of the console and checked the fittings. inside was a large-ish dildo
complex body part and a cooking stove of severely plastic breast cupful. I gauged her size by eye to learn I would ingest
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 devise because I ordered them from European Community, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to order it. The equipment was mounted on castors so I was able to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little kickshaw 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 rick about half way up to help it grip. My first prototype had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile division of the dildo was attached to a long transparent
charge card hosiery and national wires. I plugged the wire impinging into the gore and screwed the hosiery
conjugation onto a feeding bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml aggregator ; I thought it best to start out with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the base panel of the machine and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated orbit that would chill the harvest rapidly and keep it cool until I could process
and pack it.
I powered up the machine and felt the vibrations start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
bountifulness and relative frequency to more assuage"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 nursing bottle of lube and wiped it over the riffle airfoil of the dildo. It was time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a stool and dragged the Mobile River equipment over to April. I checked the ankle control
and tightened them so her legs were amend spread. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
much pleasure. I sighed, I had no aim of giving up sex with her, but I would bear to use other
opening in next. Her optic were a picayune baseless and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricator ensuring it slew in easily, the crick qualification sure she could n't simply press it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the scene I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's consistency gave a little first and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the assuage prickling would be
pleasant for her- at least for a piece. She came back down onto her feet and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the wall to get a good expression. If she had n't had an climax until now then
the next few consequence would be crucial. If she could n't come then she would be no sound to me and
all my gruelling piece of work of the hold up month would stimulate been for nothing. I would be looking fiscal downfall
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 look a little flushed. The dildo was nothing if not dour and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her anterior naris were starting to flare, her whole invertebrate foot was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were gasps coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking respectable. It seemed to stabilize out like this for a long metre, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too a great deal to cease but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't need a woman with such ascendancy 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 even customers about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a long"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep throb Brrrr sound as the unit switched over its
mapping. This is what was different about my motorcar and its dildo. The scape was in three stratum, a
surface bed mimic flesh providing a supple rippled aerofoil for the vagina to grip. interior deeper
machinery surrounds a primal subway system that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube at its Base. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory input directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensation sensor that detect the vaginal contractions as the woman
orgasms. Orgasm triggers a virtual flood of both vaginal lube and fluids and its these I seek.
So the detector turn off the oscillation as the woman climax, at the same time activating the
pumping circumference to extract all the precious secretions through the ingathering tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with eager oddment as the pump cycles/second cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the clear plastic collection thermionic vacuum tube. True it was only a little quantity but
in accuracy I had n't expected production to be prolific- at to the lowest degree not at first as I knew she would need to
be worked up to a decent squirt.
The ticker finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and Apr seemed to sag in her bonds
with a suspire. I went to expect at my precious harvest. The volume was tiny, lupus erythematosus than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these first few harvest home would be richer than those that came later and
so would fetch a higher terms. This would help offset the effects of the bring down book but not
entirely so, and intensity would need to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my bum. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her trunk tensing as her center opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is insistent, effective
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibration mode to orgasm, pump musical mode to collection
and a final 10 min"down time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this unceasing
cycling that builds up secretion mass and improves my harvest as the woman 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 taint my product- and my customer are very particular proposition.
I left the machine to do its work and went back on a higher floor to mix more shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this stage, more water and less flavouring. I knew I needed to keep April well hydrated
now. Her body can necessitate this average water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquified
"gold"wellspring, in this case into the most delightful fluid known to man - pure vaginal juice. A embarrassing
slimy and toothsome secretion for which there was an inexhaustible demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were bequeath to claim the whole tone necessary to produce this harvesting in the
quantity needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the but 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 grad A, thick and slightly cloudy with a high mucous contentedness. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that woman 's physical structure lacks the capacity to make this viscid
material in turgid quantity. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for crop
containing larger proportions of squirted fluid. Much thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shake and returned to the mill trading floor. 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 and then reluctantly started to salute. She stared at me with a miscellany of horror and hatred in her eyes. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut light as the car cycled again, Her body jumped and her oculus closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please occlusive please period ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no to a greater extent !"
To be honest I did reckon that was a bit excessive as reactions go. The fille had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on school term of normal sex, so I did think she
was complaining too early. Well she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will stimulate to do practiced than that and I just hoped my opinion of her potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the car to do its employment. I found the rhythmical throbbing and
cycling of the car quite comforting. Apr was a bit noisy though which tended to bust my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as safe I could to my dispatch work, retrieving the standing orderliness from the
computer and adding the new 1 from the ring armor. I was still sending out production from the finale
breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing product entirely. I had collected a with child
quantity of grade C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid state into appropriately
sized formative nursing bottle and then mailing them either on water ice cool-packs, or frosty solid on
cardice as the purchaser specified. I had been holding a couple of order of magnitude for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a military position to satiate them. Soon I had assembled about 50 battalion and
matched them with appropriate printed labels ready for courier that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my customer did with their orders, obviously in this byplay you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clues over the long time and I know much is used as a intellectual nourishment
additive or mixed with whisky or early booze of your choice ( my darling is a good Scotch malt whisky ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lube to spice up their own sex lives. I
even have some distaff guest who use it as a skin treatment.
My reverie was interrupted by a gaudy pant from across the elbow room, rapidly followed by a heart cycle.
I turned, to look. Apr was staring at me, her center wide, almost affright etched in her face. The heart
working seemed prolonged so I checked the bottle- issue now seemed much unspoilt, probably 25ml
from that cycle alone. That 's better. I gathered up my software and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be secure beloved"
I closed the threshold behind me and turned out the lights.


expansion

I 'd been using April for a month now of continuous production. take had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed steady. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshee the first time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had wad from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a real struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to forego sex with her for 4 days whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty voiceless and I was able to rod her bum with my shaft until it at
last went in. The stringency of her sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to decompress it to
keep from tearing. The trouble with anal retentive sex is that the rectum is suave inside, it lacks the lovely
texture of the intragroup ripples ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal bulwark, and it does n't really
handle. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter 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 impudence until I could feel the go startle to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't wish
anal sex at all, and before long she started to squirm and twist whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to displume off and unplug my bastard, 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 gravid satisfaction in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The production cycle per second 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 gabardine. Over the calendar month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my entry there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could hear the auto cycling through its program, each orgasm marked by a convulsive twitching through her body and sometimes a tart exhalation of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no woman's doctor but I could evidence her chest were getting larger. I think the unvarying sexual stimulation also played its persona. Each day I would try to suck from her and after only 8 calendar week I was rewarded at lowest with a tiny spirt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really proficient foretoken. I had n't been mistaken in her potential drop. Over the next few sidereal day I emptied her twice a day straight into my mouth. The volume was getting large and a gush would often concur with a simple machine induced coming. After a calendar week of this I was quick to actuate up to the milk crop face of my business and retrieved the breast cups I had identified the calendar month before. The motorcar possessed a simpleton milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a pregnancy bosom heart. There was an forbidden cup that goes over the breast and which contains an inner flexible thermionic vacuum tube that covers the nipple. When the machine is turned on, a emptiness is applied to both tubes causing the loving cup to suck in the white meat. The outer cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an eager oral fissure sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuum and tugging on the tit. The inner tubing is connected permanently to hoover and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola deeper interior.
I do n't guess April noticed as I connected her breasts to the cups. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a machine orgasm caused her consistence to stiffen. As she relaxed the other side of it I attached the
second cup and inserted the jack wad into the console. At first the auto was simply applying a
vacuum to both loving cup and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her breasts were
large and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to seal perfectly onto her heap. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating subprogram on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmical
tugging and constant suck are relentless. Eventually her chest began to give up their crop and
the E. B. White liquid started to spurt into the collecting tube in phase with the clicking of the valve,
sucking the Milk River from her and conveying it to the refrigerated tray. Satisfied that all was in order I
switched the machine back to synchronise milking activeness with orgasm catching. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and bosom milk flow.
I retired to await the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the ticker kicked in. Her body relaxed and subsided into the down in the mouth time as the
heart did their work. I could see the vaginal liquidness moving down the thermionic vacuum tube but this meter there was a
in good order milk output too. Once more this would engage a few days to ramp up up to commercial levels
but really this was a nifty beginning and a really good sign to have started so early in pregnancy. I was so pleased with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my prick with spit I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would come. I was still inside her rectum when the the palpitation musical mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina energy on her rectum improving the thick sensation, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two dilute stratum of moist membranous tissue paper ; the vibrations are transmitted easily to my insert penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this adult female 's trunk. I did n't even have to move, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my oral sex in her hair and inhaled the scent while the machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to come first. I heard her gasp, and the heftiness in her blazon and peg contracted, her limb stiffening as she strained, reaching for the sack. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spasmodic spasm. I 've no melodic theme whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tenseness in her limbs scatter to her body and at final stage into her vagina. The tube tightening around the inserted dildo. The tight interior tissues also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of course could n't encounter as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the pressure on my phallus to a delicious credit crunch that intensified the inherited vibration. I moaned with delight at the thrill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the adhesive friction seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four times in quick succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her consistence convulsing. As her body was suspended between wrists and ankles the convulsions made her pelvic girdle flick back and forth between her bond certificate. The motility pivoted efficiently on the only other period limiting her motion ; my inserted phallus. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an effort to make me come. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the effect was wonderful, it could n't get been nicer. The sensations built up, up, up and then over the top- my penis exploding into her as her anal sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm of her own sexual climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went silent as her eubstance relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump rhythm activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A small-scale flow of spermatozoon followed, dribbling down the inside of her thigh. I got some tissue paper and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't show it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to produce coffee.


RESOLUTION

The side by side day it was time to activate the milk ordination as well. I went to check on production- April
showed no sign of being aware of my mien, she was silent, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her trunk was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so transactions as the car forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking picket. However on the addition position milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should make believe a litre by the end of the week. My biggest customer for Milk River is actually female. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from volition Volunteer ? In any case she took a veritable litre from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in supply. I was at last in a berth to send her some and so set up the promotional material for the following day. I would be capable to supply some of my other frustrated customers in the next workweek or so too, but as my largest customer it was essential I kept her happy. I sorted out the dispatch packs and courier labels for the consignment.

Just then April screamed- more than of a howl really, like an animal in infliction. I went to her. stemma was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the tart border ripping through her near
confidant 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 wing of the auto and some of her mankind seemed to devolve. I released her arms and lowered her to the trading floor. Thick dark blood was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't risk a Doctor so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing stuff and inserted it into her vagina to maintain internal pressure. I hoped it was working in any outcome the blood flow ceased. She opened her middle and looked at me. For the first time in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure if she thought I had disconnected her from the auto out of understanding or whether she
thought I had administered a coup d'etat de grace with the dildo breaking, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak smile. This was strange, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeder simply go mute during production. They settle into a subprogram, 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 witting. But this is a good phase, I can siphon their riches and fill my ordination
until one day they just fail. There 's never a great deal warning so I need to keep a sizeable bloodline frozen to
cover change over periods. The last girl had lasted 3 years and then simply died in the nighttime. She
had n't spoken from the second day of production. April was unlike, there was clearly a person
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with self-reproach. 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 output, not with her wound. Not
forgetting of course of study she was significant with my baby and this could only constitute disposal more
unmanageable. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardliness but I thought the simplest path was to do zippo 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-
prevent it normal after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The next day April was n't dead. If anything she was a little better, secretive to mobile so I fastened her
cuffs again, this time linked to the bed frame of reference. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to take
no remembrance of her former liveliness 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 calendar week she was well enough to
riposte to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent wave adhesion and no vaginal
stimulant to draw orgasms. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her chest were beautiful to behold, they grew heavy and tight, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
sojourn to have them emptied. Milk was a much well-heeled material to obtain, the body being designed to
produce it for external consumption. I did n't really want her combat injury to interrupt my own routine so after a week I was nervous to fuck her again. She just accepted it in quiet as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from tush. After a few thrusts I realised that I did n't make to limit myself to that route of entranceway 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 notice my usurpation once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her piss. It was rattling to be back in a vagina- I relished the conflict in grain, grip and raw moist heat. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't seem to experience botheration. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeders after output had started. output simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the unvarying orgasm had developed them to the head of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could fascinate my beam of light and almost cut off the blood supply ! They could ripple and pulse like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own orgasm so I could feel each pulse and tug of my jibe with an intensity I had never known. I do n't cogitate she got much pleasance 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 stuck now. I did n't need to actually shoot down April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo region and could n't intrust her juices would be unaltered anyway. She was
only utile to acquire Milk, but then the sex was unbelievably majuscule and her brainwashed creative thinker was
actually grateful for the care. I have to admit I found having my own private sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that Dear Reader is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 age now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more comfortable for her to survive in. She never asks about the outside
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past. I know her genial State Department is poor but for
me this is a grace ; she is only too tidal bore to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even make a
fuss after the nascency of our small fry when I followed my well-worn path to the missionary and abandoned him at their room access. The monks there are no outstanding believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could guess that children abandoned there must have some sorting of problematic background knowledge 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 plowshare a father. My income has shrunk as near of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are often toilsome to come by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at to the lowest degree once and I have managed to keep her lactating continuously either with hormone establishment or, as now, with her second gestation. Her knocker have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making to a lesser extent, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems intelligent but I do n't know how practically damage I have done or for how longsighted she will hold up. I ca n't even tell for hanker she will bring out but I would guess this wo n't last more than a few old age. If her milk fails I will need to recruit another stock breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my hush-hush sanctum against a time when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will direct what note value is left from her, and her breasts at least should fetch a proficient toll. Perhaps I will recruit two new breeders anyway and preserve the moment simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the clip being both I and April are content .