ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chairperson and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfortable in the diner.
The night 's exercise had left my body feeling pleasantly used, I took a raciness of my burger- the center
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the taste of the
coffee bean. The waitress was bent over face-to-face me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely butt. I admired the thought for a here and now before calling her over to club more
java.
It had been a successful night and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always difficult but I have to replenish the breeders or my supply telephone circuit literally dries up. Clients
across the human beings would not be pleased and I know that one"missed order"means one"lost society ”.
They will aim their business elsewhere. In this line of piece of work I am acutely mindful that I am only as
unspoiled as my last load. It would take a piece but I should have supplies before my next
loading are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a news report about a missing girl. I tensed but no-one in the dining car
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a good alikeness and I relaxed. My tracks were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate girl was now confined.
It had been pretty soft, a textbook case in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and nervous for a new partner, a new 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
opportunities to meet- not appearing too aegir. Each time building a little more than trustfulness. I took the
opportunity to learn more about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more intimate assortment. Mine were not of me of course, I 'd prefer
them from a selection on production line to match more closely her ideal- the stoutness middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his beefburger was certainly not what she had in mind. April, I had learned
was 24, a one parent. This all boded well for me, young, fertile and with a physical structure already organize
for my use by anterior childbearing. She was well fleshed with declamatory than average breasts. 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 veins spread like a river system beneath. Her nipples were tolerant with spreading
areolae and each bore a salient berry-like nipple at its eye I knew from experience this all
suggested adept electric potential for production ; water-rich flesh and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to harvest her breasts for a month or so but they were a unassailable guide to breeder
survival.
On her third request I agreed to satisfy, I asked her to take away the bus to the next town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and meet me for a drink and meal at a local restaurant. Although this place was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street public figure, prevention and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive place and she would be both strike and tempted. I
even phoned to establish a reservation under my acquire name in fount she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 moment before she was due to make it I phoned her on the bus, just a kid change in
plan. 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 couple of occlusive earlier
and then we could get in together ? I had taken my clip and built the reliance, she did n't even oppugn it
and happily agreed to get off 4 catch out of townspeople. This was a wooded area- verging on woodland in
fact, but served by a bus stop for folks heading to the lake, a curtly walk through the woods.
However this time in the evening 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 luminosity glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a loud hiss escaping its air brake. A
single female figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone woman would climb down in this
lonely spot so belatedly 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 tending. The bus pulled away in a flurry of junk and spent diesel motor.
April stood at the stop and looked for the waiting car I had promised. My car was parked about 100
yards from the stop with its brightness on- obvious for her to see. I of course of study was n't in it. To touch it
April would give to take the air past the darkest part of the chaparral, 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, closer, finisher. She was one dance step to my leftfield, she was in movement of me and then one step to
my right, in front of my hiding office. I rose silently like a malevolent spirit from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one Dean Swift movement I reached around her point clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her mouth and nozzle. She struggled and tried to scream- right ! The scare, the
sudden exhaling and exit of breath would be followed by a deep inhalation that would aid my
design. Her body was strain in my suitcase, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my first veridical striking
with her white meat. They were orotund and heavy. Her scent was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sweet ! She struggled some more, the breathing space hissing
violently from her nose and followed by an equally tearing divine guidance. It was an inadequate struggle. I
am not a unattackable man but I had the Gemini ingredient of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third ... practice ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, her lids dropped and her body went wilted in
my arms. It could be a artifice so I held the pad in post for a good instant more before I was fill. I
removed it and dragged her hitch consistency the rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the backbone buns
and covered her with a tarp for the drive home- any casual percipient would n't even get it on she was
there.
I did a U turn and repulse back to my real home- away from the town tryst and the unused
dinner party reservation. The County line was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her mobile phone
over the barrier- it plopped into the deep water below. A little promote on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contentedness ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might draw back to me. I
drove the rest of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 minutes. It was a long drive and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the route and drew up on my own drive. I lived on the
outskirts of town- smooth and common soldier. My sign was wooden grammatical construction detached and set in a pocket-size
garden with large front yard. This was ideal for me and my hobby, a semi derelict Buick station
wagon stood in the parkway a shortsighted way from the service department. I would fix it one day. A few other old
classic stood rusting quietly around the place. The garage itself doubled as my shop. It was a
severalise wooden building some 50 yards form the main house. It looked a little derelict, simple and
run down. An honest building that could hide nothing.
I parked in forepart of the garage and got out to open the doors before driving the car fully in and
closing the doors behind. Best to act fast. I opened the rear of the car and pulled out my booty. She
was wakeless than I had expected but I managed. I half carried half dragged her to the rear of the
garage. The backrest of the space was covered with a conform to shelving unit on which was stored old blusher,
oil cans, a few car spares and tools. I dropped her on the floor and reached high up on the right for
the door latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged opened revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the second door latch and the hide 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 rear end, I opened the third gear door and dragged her interior. I flicked on the light, this
was it, my manufacturing plant floor. Some 20 metrical unit underground, soundproofed and completely hidden from
opinion this was my hush-hush, my holy place ; the source of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast
a quick glimpse around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden liner painted blank and
faded to grey. On the far bulwark there was a sink and dab, a few office sockets and some shelving
with a vauntingly cupboard under. The ledge bore my boxing cases and mailing supplies. On the right
there sat an old icebox next to a small pectus freezer. There was a pulley wheel mounted eminent
on the rampart above the deep-freeze and connected to some lines that fed through a second block on the
cap, 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 modest cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a kick decree and I needed to delay on site. The left bridge player rampart was covered in my ordering and production charts and in front of them a diminished desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the centre of the room that mattered, all the ease simply serviced that
induction. In the heart of the elbow room stood a chairperson, simple, wooden, with some basic padding on
the seat. A grey featureless box of equipment stood succeeding to it, wires trailing to the wall sockets and
several hosiery hanging limply or connected to jars fitted into single-foot at the base. There were a few
electrical switch, a couple of dials and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own pattern, part heart, contribution
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a duad off turnup attached to the lines
coming from the the pulley-block. They were fully adjustable for duration by winding the chain up or down
via the rack positioned on the wall. A second couplet of handcuff were fixed to belts that were bolted into
the concrete floor of the room. All seemed fine, just as I had left it.
I dragged April through the door and propped her up on the chair. I was in somewhat of a hurry
since it had now been rather yearner than 20 minute of arc since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to stir. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the amphetamine Sir Ernst Boris Chain and let them hang whilst I
fitted the floor cuffs to her ankles. She hung limply but I was capable to upgrade her into a more pleasing
position by winding the wheel on the wall. Tightening the pep pill chains straightening her rear and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"anatomy over her read/write head. Secure at last. I turned and left the room,
closing the door behind me. There was one more task-tedious but indispensable, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a instant set of Sur in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't risk stride
matching and new tyres would always seem suspicious so I had acquired a second base set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely base I changed back to my normal well-used wheels and
stashed the specials back under the story in their place.
The sun was well up by the time I had finished. Maybe it was the backup of tension now that the
mop up was over or maybe it was simply from the travail of the night but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but untroubled. I shut and locked the downhearted door, and left up
the step closing the upper door and swinging shelf securely. I dropped the quality 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 good morning passed in mundane chores, I had supply to get, the fence needed house painting and I had
some letters to write, bills to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would recall April,
each fourth dimension I would get a thrill of hullabaloo and anticipation. Installation is always a thrilling
process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a large function of my survival tactic is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"lone wolf"... that just gets you labelled as"wary ”,
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 saltation, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would drink in in the bar, eat in the café. I met multitude, spoke to people and bored people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and steady. So stay fresh up the normal behaviour- no unexplained disappearances in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will bind in people 's store. It was
Sat and I needed to be seen around town as usual.
All this cover version meant that I was unable to continue April 's installation until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of coffee about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow shop, we had a
rough-cut sake in cars and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the scrap curtilage ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to play later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was detached to go back down to my hugger-mugger elbow room. I locked up the planetary house and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would find the theater apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply think I was out. I opened the rear intragroup doors and locked them behind me before heading down the stairs. I guessed April would hear my declension and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, curiosity, prevision ? I opened the lower berth door and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. Apr was a terrible sight. Bedraggled and sweaty, her war paint running down her aspect and her chic clothes grubby and dishevelled. She opened her oral cavity and let out a belly laugh as I entered. No problem, it was part of my architectural plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the long time and I needed her to wear herself out before she would accept the hopelessness. No affair how much she screamed no-one will occur. It simply pisses me off and is in all probability to pull in a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the noise. I strode across and slapped her hard on the face. Some blood dripped from her nose but the randomness stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her heart. That was serious, circumstances of look. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nil but walked over to her and twisted her hairsbreadth round behind her head. I put my fount
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 helper for you to call.
Your spirit is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and consume from you what I need. You can scream 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 patois be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the elbow room and unlocked the closet. Aprils harbinger tumbled
out. Wrapped in an assemblage of bin liner I 'm not certainly Apr recognized a soundbox at first. Then after
a while a smother whimper of repulsion and all colour drained from her side. I dragged the heavy firing
across the base towards the room access. There was a certain measure of escape and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breather and fetched more than sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the body through the threshold and started up the stairs. The bag head word cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the crumpled heap and locked the room access behind me before pulling and tugging
the hammock up the stairs. Very physical piece of work this. I bundled it into the rear of the car in preparation for
the Night 's garbage disposal misstep. Slamming the trunk I went back down the steps to confront April. She
seemed in jar, her eyes were sightless, unfocussed, staring into blank. Her lips were trembling
with fearfulness, this was now all too real. I went to the closet and removed a large knife, deliberately
flashing the vane 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 human face, her whole trunk was trembling
as she shook her principal and silently she seemed to be mouthing the intelligence"No"over and over again.
She need n't take in worried. There is a certain value in a woman 's bushed physical structure but its nothing compared
to her value alive. The knife was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck opening of the
garb she had put on to ingrain me. I pulled the zipper down to her shank but the garment could n't
drop as her coat of arms were raised above her head and her legs spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me elevate the knife, but I did n't pain her, I simply used the blade to shear through the material of the
dress, severing the waistband, tearing the arm and shoulders and ripping it from zipper slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underwear, a matching
bra and pants set- maybe intended to delight me as my wages if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the articulatio humeri straps.
The bra joined the rip up dress. I turned to look at April, her breasts were every bit as promising
as her pictures so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a liquid fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her soft flesh from me and the knife. Her nipples
were hardening nicely in the tank air. I muttered in wonder, I was proud of and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the charge fabric to my face to inhale her scent. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the tang of urine where she had leaked a picayune, perhaps in fear
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her thatch as I inhaled, neat trimmed curls that even now she was trying to hide from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her adhesiveness. Her whole
soundbox was trembling now and then ; a sudden hiss as she emptied her vesica, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and forget the bucket.
I tossed her pantie onto the pile and went to the cupboard for my cleaning gear. In any factory
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic tidy sum of tattered
vesture and left, locking the doors behind me.
The disposal run was the last big job in breeder exchange and before output can start. The worn
out unit helot to focus and discipline the newer. The new lady friend are usually more malleable after they
have seen the sack. I paused in the garage where the warming furnace was situated. I checked the
article of clothing for metal, once I had called an locomotive engineer to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no very problem, a simple explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. pantie OK- I tossed them in first with only a twinge of sorrow,
their smell had been intoxicating but evidence is evidence and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a plastic zip so having made certainly there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with alloy hook fasteners. I used the knife to remove all of these parts and then tossed
the pull fabric remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The metallic element parts I dropped in an
plastic bucket of old stamp battery acid to dissolve.
Having sorted these musical arrangement to my atonement it was now getting iniquity. I got in the car and
headed out for the highway. I wont bore you with the inside information, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the timberland. It was a long drive and I knew I would n't arrive before dark so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This girl had been missing for nearly three year now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively loose about the disposal- it was requisite but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shoal trench. It was gravid 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 sacque of
quicklime. Its important to use the aright kind of lime for these disposals, quicklime with its
dreadful and vitriolic appetite for urine is ideal. In a affair of days there would be zero
recognisable of this body, no hair, no DNA, no dental record book or old osseous tissue faulting. Not even a
lingering fragrance to attract the charges of any loss dog walkers ; just a patch of inorganic phosphate ample stain.
I ripped the bags so that the caustic lime could contact the moth-eaten build. The organic structure looked pitiful now,
colourless, crumpled. dark circles showed where the white meat had been detached and the was a
standardized iniquity grime around the top of the thighs. Her breasts, never parted in life story were now on opposite position of the Atlantic, whilst the lips of her labia had been mailed to Japanese Islands. I did n't know what was going to happen to these eubstance parts and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt back talk at least I was fairly sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic overalls and covering the body generously in the
lime. It was dusty material and I did n't want to have 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 step as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my overall into the carrier bag, bagged the lot inside a new
dismissal and threw the megabucks 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 dwelling house. April was now safely cook, all the
speculative component were over and its time for me to pop out enjoying myself ! Have a little bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned base. April had been mine now for nearly 20 hr, unconscious mind
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that time. I usually give my stock breeder
a fluid-rich dieting. It aids production, forms less waste product and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a body building milkshake I get on mail order- I keep some system of weights in the cover room in display case anyone
ever asks- I am to all intents and purposes trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the undue and growing
flabbiness of my physical structure. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the wag in a paper cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her bonds, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was turgid and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in veneration. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her lip. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to spit it out. Then she seemed to realise it
was food for thought and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a all important stage in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hitch. Soon she would be thankful to me for these interruption, but for now I let her drink
and stroked her hair as she did so. I think she was too far gone to point out the assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sink and went around behind her. Raising her from the chair I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucket. She seemed to eff what was expected and filled it
with fresh urine, it had a fruity almost apple smell. I let her finish and then removed the pail to
replace the president. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the Light and left her to bear in the
wickedness for an hr. The next stage could cause a reaction and I wanted to be sure the aliment
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 enduringness up. I
had n't eaten practically over the last 24 myself hr either. I remembered my arrangement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a yoke of beers would n't go imperfectly - and as
before- I had to continue doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- ignitor chatter and gossip. news was on in the bar- no mention of the missing
girl. I downed a couple of beers and a whisky chaser- I was decidedly luminance headed when I made my
excuses and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my billet, the cool air on my look
woke me up a little and I started to imagine of my future move. This is always difficult to settle
because when you can do anything how do prefer ? Probably, in metre I would do everything but How
do you prioritise ?
April must be wondering what was in fund for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't know where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not learn for a week or so. The kickoff calendar week is in some style the best and most gratifying for
me, I have to control my requirement once production starts. I leaned on the upper threshold and
belched. I jerked it open and trample a lilliputian unsteadily down the pace. I opened the room access and flicked on
the visible light. April was hung from her bonds in the sum of the room, just as I had left her, her head
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her white meat shaking with that adorable fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you require ?"Please let me go"
I could see tears starting at the corner of her eye. I went to the far wall and took a riding harvest from
the drawer above the cupboard. Her center widened.
"No No, please do n't suffer 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 moment circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her binding. Her torso flinched and she let out a cry of painful sensation. I paused
and then repeated the action across her keister twice in speedy taking over so that her anatomy was still
jumping from the first blow when the second cut in. The tears were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't hurt me- I 'll do anything"
My soul leapt inside me, how I loved those language ! My captive 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 bulwark and would up the pulley there, tautening her ties. At showtime raising only her munition
above her pass, then further until she was dragged from the chairperson, raising her so that she was part
standing, share suspension in her cuffs. I kicked the hot seat away and studied her. Her dead body was well
fleshed, generous. Her chest were dense and full, the areolae and nipple as enticing as ever.
Unable to hold out any longer I sank my mouth to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable action, but the nipple had nothing to move over, there was no secretion,
no spirit but her breast felt commodity against my face and there was a slight taste of stemma where my
teeth had torn her tegument. She was shivering now, fear or cold I could n't severalise but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my second paw to turn
her furrow and probe into her thatch. Her pubic hair's-breadth was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
formulation for our day of the month. I approved, it would want to continue that way but hereafter trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing fingers found her nether rim, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the other bridge player was beginning to rise to the site. I unfastened from
her teat and went behind her again. The welts across her back and buttocks had reddened nicely,
a few cliff of rakehell oozed from the ending of the slash where the crop had dug in near. I licked them
from her, her blood salty and metallic on my lingua. I sank to my stifle and bit her buttocks, so
silky smoothen, so flaccid. I separated her bum cheeks and probed her ass, she was crocked and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading digit 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 moment the chloroform pad covered her
lip 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 musculus in her torso
tense, the brim of her vulva tightened in an attempt to protest my finger 's entry- to deny me access to
her deeper delectation. I withdrew my fingerbreadth and put it in my lip. There was only a faint smell of
pussy she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger with my spittle and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscle, a besotted and satisfying rasping on her inner walls. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the rippled paries, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this woman under my control, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious cerebration faded. I no longer worried about what misdemeanour to pick out, what part of
her to love first, there was a pussy and my fingerbreadth was in it. My choice was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own body 's needs. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now Thomas More than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to undress. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must have known that this was a egotistic appeal, there was no escape possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the floor, my prick was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to bend forwards, away from
me as I circled behind. She need n't worry about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
2nd home and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her eyes looked pall. I rubbed myself on her organic structure, feeling the large tit flatten against my
chest, I pushed my hips forward and scraped my pecker on her pubis, feeling the scratch of the coarse
and trimmed pubic pilus there. Then I slipped it turn down, delving into her thatch, its school principal finding her
vulva and teasing the sassing apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the Bond 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 enter her. I withdrew temporarily and spat in my hands, wiping the saliva over
my engorged tool 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 vocalization rising in pitch and brashness as I eased myself forward, teasing her lip apart with my
cock-head Her phonation was no almost a screech as I felt her physical structure originate to open up to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One hold out thrust, her vulva opened, the lips parting under my poke. Strangely the latent hostility in her
brawniness that was so determined to maintain me out actually ensured that her lips clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This meter her voice was almost soft, a whine
"No"
We both knew the battle, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and zero would
change that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her body was mine and I was inside it. I would enjoy her. Her physical structure sagged in her cuff determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a willing partner to her assault. Her face was expressionless, her
centre focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
topographic point. A expert lieu where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delights were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched opened and her consistence not pierced by a stranger 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't bother me, I was free now to thrust into her, each apparent movement caused her body to rock
backwards in the straps so I did n't permeate as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
stab gained me a centimeter or two of seventh heaven. A delicate moan of dissent escaped her with each energy.
After a few the moans stopped, replaced with a oink and hissing escape of hint. Her eyes closed
and a tear rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, cryptical into her.
Fucking standing up is a resplendent maven. The rakehell haste to your penis, your head is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the upright lieu, generates a light headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to fade and there nothing but the wonderful fuck-stuff of
the draw cleaning lady. My prick burrowing from this man through her and into Shangri-la. lineage rushed
in my capitulum, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her cries in the distance. I was giddy, dizzy,
seeing stars and there is always the endangerment of losing residual and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her articulatio humeri and breasts, steadying myself with her body at our points of contact-
through my branch and my bastard. She was now supporting both herself and a good part of the free weight
of her rapist, this must increase the lode on her carpus and she moaned in pain in the ass. I regained my
balance- a momentary lapse as the world came back into focus. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her pussycat and its delicate internally folded
membrane that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just delicate and more welcoming than
that of any other woman ? Or is it the fact that she does not need me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze her soundbox and deny me any single oz. of pleasure
from her slit, but I am relishing it despite her wishes. Is it that she is mine and will be mine to use
as I please ? Perhaps it is all of these things.
I carried on, plunging rich into her cunt so that my balls flapped against her. The blood was starting
to roar again in my ear. Distantly I heard her voice
"Do n't come in me ! Please, please do n't come in me !"
I knew she was n't on the lozenge. I knew I was n't taking any guard. I also knew that I would come up
in her, and keep open coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was fertile, her girl proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as long as I could before either my next shipment fell
due or nature took its course and my ejaculate found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the blue-blooded side of the
pitcher's mound and issue forth to the escarpment. You can see the panorama but it is too late to break. Your momentum is already such that it will run you the last few one thousand, over the edge and you will plunge headlong
into place. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. climax is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still fare, your prick will still pulse its seed, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that level, and in my case I had no design of withdrawing, I
froze and let the momentum of my efforts carry me forward. I felt the prickling sensations building in
my prick-head, growing potent, stronger even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself straining,
tightening every muscle and locking my thigh as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my control, like a wad in Andrew D. White piddle rapids. The build to orgasm mounting, mounting and then at
shoemaker's last the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the water, foaming hissing
nebuliser rushed about my ear, the water thundered in my header. I burst within her, my prick twitching
and jumping as it sent flow after stream of my thick sperm to surface her inside depths.
I do n't know how tenacious it took me to regress to realness, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hands. My finger were digging into her soft cutis. She was crying the rip falling
on my hair. I grunted and released my storage area, there were violet marks where my digit had dug in.
They would darken to to the full bruises over the next few minute. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, content and fulfill. I tired to charge myself, to bring back to the situation in hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a large emission. I needed to get her body flatter, before the bulk of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the way. Damn- I had left the chairwoman too far away, Oh well I
would remember next time. I pulled out of her quickly, my tool flopping wetly against my second joint.
I went to the wall, releasing the chains so she collapsed to the floor. She fell silently, without a Word of God
and lay there, a patrician sobbing the lone sound I could get wind.
I parted her legs and studied her cunt, some of my spermatozoan had already trickled out in a white rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was sure my emission was larger than that so I
would provide her there and consecrate it a hazard to take beginning in the fertile grease of her womb.
I picked up my dress and turned off the light as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned April for a month now and I was delight with my accomplishment. I was feeling very
well-chosen, I always enjoy this stage as I was fucking her on a day by day cornerstone. 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 family at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some daytime I would give way her a third injection in the evening before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my penis was curled contentedly in my pants.
April I think was getting used to the subprogram, she was eating OK after a dyad of days of refusing
anything and some colour had returned to her cheek. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screaming and generally did n't battle. She just abdicated her body to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this menses which was something of a worry but I was indisputable this would n't
be a bar to product and she could be urged over that barrier in upright time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her morning urine after my morning shag, and I dipped a maternity psychometric test stick in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a sprain point for April- the stick clearly developed a irregular line
and the word"fraught"appeared on the whitened ground. My inwardness skipped a pulsation, fantastic news. Of
course this also meant that I would stimulate to waive vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to pass off about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my orders from
frosty stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was clip to start stock breeder production and it all
seemed to have worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver grey grey equipment box, the command console table on the desk and
the various hosepipe, conducting wire and bottles about her prison cell. I busied myself with them now. cleanup,
attaching and testing. She had n't seen me do this before and seemed curious.
"What 's that ? What are you doing, what 's going on ?"She asked, a flighty edge to her voice.
"zero to concern about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front panel of the console and checked the fitting. Inside was a large-ish dildo
social organisation and a range of hard plastic breast cups. I gauged her sizing by eye to chink I would possess
something to fit- the 2nd largest would fit. I would n't postulate this for a month or so but it was as
well to be prepared because I ordered them from European Economic Community, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to order it. The equipment was mounted on beaver 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 svelte rick about half way up to help it fascinate. My inaugural prototype had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile share of the dildo was attached to a long transparent
plastic hosiery and intimate wires. I plugged the wire middleman into the control board and screwed the hose
Union onto a bottle top. These were fairly diminished 100 ml collectors ; I thought it best to set 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 control board of the machine and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated arena that would chill the harvest rapidly and keep it cool until I could litigate
and wad it.
I powered up the auto and felt the palpitation start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
bounty and frequency to more gentle"introductory"place setting 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 feeding bottle of lubricating substance and wiped it over the rippled surface of the dildo. It was time for her to
find out.
I pulled up a throne and dragged the mobile equipment over to Apr. I checked the ankle chasteness
and tightened them so her legs were right banquet. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
often delight. I sighed, I had no design of giving up sex with her, but I would feature to use other
openings in future. Her eyes were a little wild and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricant ensuring it slid in easily, the twirl qualification sure she could n't simply squeeze it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the settings I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
Apr 's torso gave a trivial jump and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the lenify tingling would be
pleasant for her- at to the lowest degree for a while. She came back down onto her infantry and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the rampart to get a good look. If she had n't had an coming until now then
the future few moments would be crucial. If she could n't come then she would be no right to me and
all my hard work of the last month would have been for nothing. I would be looking financial laying waste
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its work, the its insistent buzzing muffled by the tissue of her vagina.
Was it my imagination-or did she look a little flushed. The dildo was null if not dogged and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostril were starting to break open, her solid foot was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were gasps coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking skillful. It seemed to stabilise out like this for a long prison term, perhaps Apr was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too often to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't require a adult female with such dominance 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 customers about the transition when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a long"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep throbbing Brrrr strait as the social unit switched over its
function. This is what was unlike about my machine and its dildo. The prick was in three layers, a
surface bed mimics flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to grip. interior deeper
machinery surrounds a central tube that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting subway system at its theme. The machinery is designed to render vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensors that detect the vaginal contractions as the cleaning woman
orgasms. climax triggers a practical flood of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensor turn off the vibration as the woman climaxes, at the same sentence activating the
pumping circuits to pull up all the precious secretion through the collection tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with eager curiosity as the pump cycle cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the clear plastic collection tube. True it was only a small amount but
in truth I had n't expected production to be prolific- at least not at outset as I knew she would demand to
be worked up to a in good order squirt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her bond
with a sigh. I went to wait at my valued harvest time. The volume was tiny, less than 10ml. It was n't
quite the cataclysm it seemed as these first few harvesting would be full-bodied than those that came later and
so would fetch a higher price. This would help offset the effects of the low volume but not
entirely so, and volume would need to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the hair-raiser and
returned to my seat. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her physical structure tensing as her center opened all-inclusive
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is insistent, effective
and continuous. It cycles constantly through vibration mood to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a final 10 min"down time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this changeless
cycling that builds up secernment volume and improves my harvest as the womanhood is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying to a greater extent vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the cycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also taint my product- and my client are very particular.
I left the car to do its work and went back upstairs to mix to a greater extent shakes- I make these a niggling
weaker at this degree, more urine and less flavouring. I knew I needed to keep April well hydrated
now. Her trunk can adopt this average water 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 juice. A gummy
slimy and Delicious secretion for which there was an unlimited demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to take the tone necessary to grow this harvest time in the
amount needed and at the cost demanded by the market. I was n't the only when supplier but I was one
of the more successful and I shipped worldwide ! I graded the fluids from A through to E, Currently
April was producing grade A, midst and slightly cloudy with a high mucous content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that woman 's dead body lacks the content to bring on this gluey
material in large quantities. timber usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for crop
containing larger proportionality of squeeze out fluid. a good deal dilutant, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shake and returned to the factory 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. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at first and then reluctantly started to pledge. She stared at me with a mixture of horror and hatred in her middle. I did n't like the saying but luckily it was
cut short-circuit as the machine cycled again, Her body jumped and her optic closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please full point please stop ! Please God bar it ! I ca n't I cant. No to a greater extent no more !"
To be honest I did think that was a bit excessive as reaction go. The girl had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on seance of normal sex, so I did call back she
was complaining too early. Well she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will bear 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 throb and
cycling of the auto quite comforting. Apr was a bit noisy though which tended to collapse my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my dispatch oeuvre, retrieving the standing lodge from the
computer and adding the new ones from the mail. I was still sending out production from the last
stock breeder who had become highly fertile before ceasing yield entirely. I had collected a large
quantity of score C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized plastic feeding bottle and then mailing them either on water ice cool-packs, or rooted solid state on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a couple of orders for grade A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a position to fill them. Soon I had assembled about 50 packs and
matched them with appropriate printed labels ready for messenger that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my clients did with their orders, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clew over the twelvemonth and I know much is used as a food
additive or assorted with whiskey or other booze of your choice ( my ducky is a sound Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up their own sex lives. I
even have some female guest who use it as a pelt treatment.
My reverie was interrupted by a tacky gasp from across the room, rapidly followed by a pump cycle.
I turned, to attend. April was staring at me, her heart wide-cut, almost affright etched in her face. The pump
working seemed lengthy so I checked the bottle- output now seemed practically better, probably 25ml
from that Hz alone. That 's respectable. I gathered up my software and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be good honey"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


elaboration

I 'd been using April for a month now of continuous yield. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed steadfast. 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 plenty from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a real number struggle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to waive sex with her for 4 years whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty hard and I was able to rod her bum with my shaft until it at
last went in. The tautness of her anatomical sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to relax it to
hold open from tearing. The trouble with anal sex is that the rectum is smoothen inside, it lacks the lovely
texture of the internal ripples ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal paries, and it does n't really
hairgrip. 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 advantageously than naught and I happily shafted away
between her cheeks until I could find the ecstasy start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't care
anal retentive sex at all, and before long she started to writhe and wriggle whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to pull off and unplug my prick, her social movement 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 output cycle were taking their bell. Apr did n't wait at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her center rolled back in her school principal showing only the gabardine. Over the 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 machine cycling through its computer program, each coming marked by a spastic twitching through her physical structure and sometimes a sharp exhalation of breathing time before the ticker kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breasts were getting larger. I think the constant sexual stimulation also played its role. Each day I would try to suckle from her and after only 8 weeks I was rewarded at last with a tiny spurt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really good sign. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the succeeding few days I emptied her twice a day straight into my back talk. The volume was getting larger and a blowup would often coincide with a machine induced orgasm. After a hebdomad of this I was ready to move up to the Milk harvest side of my business and retrieved the chest cup I had identified the month before. The auto possessed a simple milking function adapted from a cattle unit and a pregnancy breast pump. There was an forbidden cup that goes over the breast and which contains an inner flexible tube that covers the nipple. When the machine is turned on, a vacuum is applied to both tubes causing the cup to go down on in the breast. The extinct cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an eagre sassing sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacancy and tugging on the bosom. The inner thermionic valve is connected permanently to hoover and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola cryptical inside.
I do n't think April noticed as I connected her breast to the cupful. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a machine climax caused her body to stiffen. As she relaxed the early side of it I attached the
secondly cup and inserted the jack plugs into the console table. At firstly the machine was simply applying a
vacuum to both cup and I checked that April 's breasts were well seated. Luckily her breasts were
vauntingly and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to varnish perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmical
tugging and ceaseless suck are relentless. Eventually her breasts began to give up their harvest home and
the Theodore Harold White liquid started to forge into the collection tube in phase with the clicking of the valve,
sucking the milk from her and conveying it to the refrigerated tray. Satisfied that all was in ordering I
switched the auto back to synchronize milking natural action with orgasm detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and breast milk flow.
I retired to wait the adjacent cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the heart kicked in. Her consistency relaxed and subsided into the down sentence as the
pump did their body of work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube but this clock time there was a
decent milk production too. Once more this would take a few Day to build up to commercial levels
but really this was a great start and a really good sign to have started so early in pregnancy. I was so please with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my prick with saliva I pushed forwards and and entered her easily. Once inside I relaxed and waited, knowing what would come. I was still inside her rectum when the the oscillation mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina pushes on her rectum improving the deep sensation, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin layers of moist membranous tissue ; the vibrations are transmitted easily to my sneak in phallus whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this fair sex 's physical structure. I did n't even have to move, I just clung to her shoulders, buried my foreland in her hair and inhaled the odor while the machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to hail first. I heard her gasp, and the brawn in her weapon system and legs contracted, her tree branch rigidifying as she strained, reaching for the release. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a convulsive spasm. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her arm spread to her body and at last into her vagina. The tube tightening around the inserted dildo. The tight internal tissues also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of form could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the pressure on my penis to a delectable squeeze that intensified the transmitted oscillation. I moaned with pleasance at the thrill her rectum was providing. Incredibly the traveling bag seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four times in quick succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her body convulsing. As her body was suspended between wrists and ankles the convulsions made her pelvic arch flick back and forth between her alliance. The motion pivoted efficiently on the just other point limiting her motion ; my inserted penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an effort to relieve oneself me occur. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the effect was wonderful, it could n't have been nicer. The genius built up, up, up and then over the top- my penis exploding into her as her anal anatomical sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm of her own climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

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


RESOLUTION

The future day it was time to activate the Milk River orders as well. I went to see on production- April
showed no sign of being aware of my mien, she was dumb, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her consistency was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so minutes as the machine forced her to another climax and then drained her. She was looking picket. However on the positive side milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should make a cubic decimetre by the end of the week. My biggest client for milk is actually distaff. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing military volunteer ? In any event she took a regular cubic decimeter from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the intermission in supply. I was at last in a position to send her some and so set up the packaging for the following day. I would be able to furnish some of my early bilk customers in the side by side hebdomad or so too, but as my largest client it was essential I kept her happy. I sorted out the expedition packs and courier label for the consignment.

Just then April screamed- More of a howling really, like an fauna in pain in the neck. I went to her. ancestry was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the sharp edges ripping through her most
intimate build. 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 annex of the car and some of her humanity seemed to reelect. I released her weapon and lowered her to the floor. Thick morose blood was seeping from her vagina ,. Obviously I could n't hazard a Doctor of the Church so I wrapped a bandage around a cool-pack from my mailing poppycock and inserted it into her vagina to maintain internal insistency. I hoped it was working in any event the pedigree current ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the first-class honours degree time in week she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not certain if she thought I had disconnected her from the machine out of sympathy or whether she
thought I had administered a coup de grace with the dildo breaking, but in any result she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a weak smile. This was foreign, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeders simply go mum during yield. They settle into a procedure, alimentation, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with eyes closed or rolled back in their heads. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a good form, I can siphon off their riches and make full my purchase order
until one day they just fail. There 's never much warning so I need to continue a sizeable descent frozen to
cover modification over periods. The stopping point girl had lasted 3 geezerhood and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the sec day of production. Apr was different, there was clearly a person
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with remorse. However I also had a trouble, she clearly was n't
about to die on me naturally, and I could n't refit her to vaginal production, not with her lesion. Not
forgetting of course she was significant with my child and this could only shit disposal Thomas More
difficult. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardice but I thought the mere trend was to do goose egg and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired upstairs leaving her to sleep and went to the bar to foregather Rob-
keep it pattern after all. I hope my anxiousness did n't show.

The next day April was n't dead. If anything she was a fiddling easily, stopping point to mobile so I fastened her
manacle again, this time linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no recollection of her onetime biography at all. All she knew was that room, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly thankful. After a workweek she was well enough to
take to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent attachment and no vaginal
stimulation to force orgasms. I found that I could get enough from her by milking her twice a day
like a cow. In fact her breasts were beautiful to behold, they grew heavy and taut, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
visit to have them emptied. Milk was a much easier cloth to obtain, the body being designed to
produce it for external consumption. I did n't really require her injury to cut off my own routine so after a week I was anxious to make out her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from backside. After a few thrusts I realised that I did n't own to limit myself to that route of entering 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 intrusion once penetration was double-dyed. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her urine. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the difference in texture, grip and raw moist heat. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't seem to see pain in the neck. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeders after production had started. yield simply ended when they failed, so there was never an chance. To my surprisal April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the never-ending orgasms had developed them to the point of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could transfix my rotating shaft and almost cut off the origin supplying ! They could undulate and pulse like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own sexual climax so I could feel each pulse and jerk of my slam with an saturation I had never known. I do n't intend she got very much delight 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 entranced when I said yes. I was truly stuck now. I did n't need to actually drink down April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo component and could n't intrust her juices would be unchanged anyway. She was
only useful to produce milk, but then the sex was unbelievably expectant and her brainwashed thinker was
actually grateful for the attending. I have to let in I found having my own common soldier sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that Dear lector is how it ended. I have kept Apr for 5 twelvemonth now. My factory has been
largely transformed and made more well-heeled for her to populate in. She never asks about the international
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past times. I know her mental state is pitiable but for
me this is a blessing ; she is only too eager to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even shit a
fuss after the birth of our youngster when I followed my banal route to the missioner and abandoned him at their door. The Thelonious Monk there are no great believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could guess that kid abandoned there must own some sort of baffling backdrop and it was better simply to take over 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 share a father. My income has shrunk as to the highest degree of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are much harder to fare by. But I still milk April twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to keep her lactating continuously either with hormone administration or, as now, with her second gestation. Her tit have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems healthy but I do n't know how much scathe I have done or for how long she will live. I ca n't even tell apart for long she will produce but I would estimate this wo n't in conclusion more than a few years. If her milk fails I will ask to raise another stock breeder. I have been excavating another way, extending my underground sanctum sanctorum against a time when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will take what value is left from her, and her breasts at least should fetch a good Price. Perhaps I will levy two new breeders anyway and preserve the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the time being both I and April are substance .