ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the hot seat and yawned. The sun was shining and it was comfy in the diner.
The night 's exercise had left my body feeling pleasantly used, I took a bit of my burger- the nub
was charred around the edge from the griddle- the bitter crunch mingled well with the taste of the
chocolate. The waitress was bent over opposite me, talking to a regular. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buttocks. I admired the view for a consequence before calling her over to order more
coffee.
It had been a successful night and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always hard but I have to replenish the breeders or my supplying line literally dries up. Clients
across the man would not be pleased and I know that one"missed ordering"means one"lost order ”.
They will carry their business elsewhere. In this assembly line of oeuvre I am acutely aware that I am only as
expert as my live consignment. It would take a patch but I should have supplies before my next
consignment are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a story about a missing miss. I tensed but no-one in the diner
seemed to notice. There was a picture, it was n't even a well likeness and I relaxed. My tracks were
covered and only I knew where this unfortunate fille was now confined.
It had been pretty easy, a textbook case in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and anxious for a new cooperator, 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 off two
opportunities to meet- not appearing too tidal bore. Each time building a little more trust. I took the
opportunity to learn more than about her- getting to some personal details. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more than cozy variety. Mine were not of me of grade, I 'd chosen
them from a selection on line to cope with more closely her ideal- the fleshy middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his burger was certainly not what she had in mind. April, I had learned
was 24, a single parent. This all boded well for me, young, fertile and with a body already fain
for my use by anterior childbearing. She was well fleshed with larger than average chest. When I saw
her pictures it was her breasts that had sealed her fortune. Their skin was creamy white, but the dark
scheme of her mineral vein spread like a river organization beneath. Her nipples were broad with spreading
ring of color and each bore a prominent berry-like nipple at its centre I knew from experience this all
suggested just potential for product ; water-rich soma and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to harvest her knocker for a month or so but they were a strong usher to breeder
selection.
On her third gear request I agreed to meet, I asked her to deal the bus to the next Ithiel Town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and meet me for a drink and meal at a topical anaesthetic restaurant. Although this post was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street epithet, prevention and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive place and she would be both move and lure. I
even phoned to make a qualification under my accept name in instance she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minutes before she was due to arrive I phoned her on the bus, just a minor change in
plan. I had just picked up my car from the shop as the job had been delayed. This meant I was
already half way towards her direction anyway ! Why not get off the bus a couple of stops earlier
and then we could arrive together ? I had taken my clip and built the trust, she did n't even interrogate it
and happily agreed to get off 4 occlusive out of townspeople. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus point for folks heading to the lake, a short base on balls through the woodwind.
However this prison term in the evening and this meter of year there were no such visitors and I was already
hidden in the bushes, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its lights glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the plosive a brassy hiss escaping its air brakes. A
single female person figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone fair sex would alight in this
lonely spot so belated in the even then they did n't present it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any attending. The bus pulled away in a flurry of dust 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 lights on- obvious for her to see. I of row was n't in it. To reach it
April would receive to walk past the darkest section of the Bush, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the occupant she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding office, closer, closer. She was one whole step to my left, she was in front of me and then one footmark to
my right, in front of my hiding station. I rose silently like a malefic heart from the grave, she was
unaware of her peril, In one swift movement I reached around her head clamping the trichloromethane
soaked tissue over her mouth and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The scare, the
sudden exhaling and loss of hint would be followed by a cryptic inhalation that would aid my
aim. Her body was tense in my grip, I felt her conflict and writhe and got my first real liaison
with her breasts. They were large and heavy. Her perfume was pleasant, feminine but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to move me- Henry Sweet ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her olfactory organ and followed by an equally violent aspiration. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a strong man but I had the twin element of surprisal and prep. Perhaps I should add a
third ... practice ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, her lid dropped and her body went hobble in
my sleeve. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in place for a full minute more before I was satisfied. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the rest of the way to the car. I spread her on the back bottom
and covered her with a tarp for the repulse home- any casual observer would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U turn and drove back to my real home- away from the Ithiel Town tryst and the idle
dinner reserve. The County line was a river, I stopped on the bridge and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the trench water below. A footling further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its contents ( including the money ). I could n't risk anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the eternal rest of the way, topping up her trichloromethane every 20 minute. It was a long private road and it
was already around 3AM as I pulled off the road and drew up on my own effort. I lived on the
outskirts of town- quiet and private. My house was wooden construction detached and set in a small
garden with gravid figurehead yard. This was nonesuch for me and my Falco subbuteo, a articulated lorry derelict Buick place
wagon stood in the drive a short way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few early old
classics stood rusting quietly around the home. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
separate wooden edifice some 50 yards form the primary family. It looked a little abandoned ship, simple and
run down. An honest building that could hide nothing.
I parked in front of the garage and got out to open up the doorway before driving the car fully in and
closing the threshold behind. topper to act fast. I opened the fanny of the car and pulled out my prize. She
was sullen than I had expected but I managed. I half behave half dragged her to the rump of the
garage. The back of the place was covered with a fitted shelving social unit on which was stored old paint,
oil cans, a few car spares and dick. I dropped her on the trading floor and reached high up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged exposed revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the secondment latch and the blot out door clicked unfastened an in or two. I pulled it wide and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to stimulate too very much wound or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third door and dragged her interior. I flicked on the light, this
was it, my factory flooring. Some 20 feet tube, soundproofed and completely hidden from
aspect this was my private, my sanctum ; the source of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast
a quick glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden lining painted Edward Douglas White Jr. and
faded to gray. On the far wall there was a sink and wiretap, a few mightiness sockets and some shelving
with a large cupboard under. The shelves bore my wadding cases and mailing supply. On the right wing
there sat an old refrigerator next to a small chest deep-freeze. There was a pulley roulette wheel mounted senior high school
on the rampart above the deep-freeze and connected to some line of credit that fed through a 2d block on the
roof, hanging down in the Centre of the elbow room. An old TV was fixed to the wall adjacent to the door through which we had entered and below that a small cot with a grubby mattress. I used this on the occasions when I had a rush parliamentary procedure and I needed to stay put on site. The leftfield bridge player wall was covered in my order and production charts and in front of them a pocket-sized desk and PC plus printer.
It was the appointment in the marrow of the way that mattered, all the ease simply serviced that
initiation. In the middle of the room stood a chairman, simple, wooden, with some basic padding on
the seat. A hoar featureless box of equipment stood following to it, wires trailing to the wall sockets and
several hoses hanging limply or connected to jars fitted into racks at the root. There were a few
switches, a yoke of dial and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own pattern, voice heart, section
refrigerator and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a pair off turnup attached to the lines
coming from the the pulleys. They were fully adjustable for length by winding the chain up or down
via the wheel positioned on the wall. A irregular duo of cuffs 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 doorway and propped her up on the chair. I was in somewhat of a hurry
since it had now been rather yearner than 20 mo since her finish top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to shake. Quickly I cuffed her wrists to the upper strand and let them hang whilst I
fitted the floor handcuff to her ankles. She hung limply but I was able-bodied to fire her into a more pleasing
position by winding the roulette wheel on the wall. Tightening the amphetamine chains straightening her rear and
cranking her arms up into a"Y"bod over her top dog. Secure at net. I turned and left the room,
closing the threshold behind me. There was one Thomas More task-tedious but essential, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a second set of tyres in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't hazard tread
matching and new Tyre would always take care suspicious so I had acquired a second gear set long ago for
use in breeder recruitment. Once safely home I changed back to my normal well-used wheels and
stashed the specials back under the floor in their place.
The sun was well up by the clock time I had finished. Maybe it was the substitute of tension now that the
worst was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the night but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious mind but safe. I shut and locked the lower door, and left up
the stairs closing the upper doorway and swinging shelves securely. I dropped the timber back over the
review pit and stored wheels and got back in the car. I fired up the motor and reversed out of the
service department. Calmly I closed the doors and headed for the diner.


installation

The morning passed in mundane job, I had supplies to get, the fence needed house painting and I had
some letters to write, account to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd instant I would recall Apr,
each clip I would get a shiver of exhilaration and expectancy. instalment is always a thrilling
cognitive process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a vauntingly voice 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"fishy ”,
no, I was simply boring. social but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to essay me out. So I would go to the township dancing, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would drink in the bar, eat in the café. I met people, spoke to people and bore people. I was not odd, just uninteresting and steady. So keep up the convention behaviour- no unexplained disappearances in the middle of the day or
behaviour out of the ordinary- it will be noticed and it will stick in people 's store. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around townsfolk as usual.
All this cover meant that I was ineffective to continue April 's installation until around 4 that afternoon. I
had made myself a cup of chocolate about 3- which I drank with Rob from the tow workshop, we had a
common interest in machine and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the bit yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to meet later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was complimentary to go back down to my secret room. I locked up the house and went across to the garage. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would get hold the sign of the zodiac apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply think I was out. I opened the rear internal doors and locked them behind me before heading down the step. I guessed April would pick up my declension and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, wonder, anticipation ? I opened the lower doorway and stepped into the room, slamming it behind me. April was a abominable stack. Bedraggled and sweaty, her make-up running down her face and her smart dress grubby and dishevelled. She opened her mouth and let out a howler as I entered. No job, it was part of my plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the years and I needed her to wear herself out before she would consent the hopelessness. No matter how much she screamed no-one will come. It simply pisses me off and is belike to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the noise. I strode across and slapped her hard on the font. Some blood dripped from her nose but the noise stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her eye. That was upright, bunch of spirit. She spat out the words.
"Where am I ? Who are you ?"
I said nothing but walked over to her and twisted her hair troll behind her brain. I put my face
close to hers and hissed into her ear.
"Shut up, you are here with me and I have you. There 's no-one else here, no help for you to call in.
Your aliveness is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and take from you what I need. You can yell all you like, and no-one will come. See- you
are n't even gagged"
She looked at me.. there was an air of incredulity in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it pitch be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the room and unlocked the cupboard. Aprils forerunner tumbled
out. Wrapped in an aggregation of bin liners I 'm not sure April recognized a body at 1st. Then after
a while a dampen whimper of repugnance and all color drained from her face. I dragged the heavy paper bag
across the floor towards the threshold. There was a certain measure of leakage and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breathing time and fetched more sackful to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the body through the room access and started up the step. The bagged fountainhead cracking on every
stride. I stepped over the rumple heap and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the steps. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the stern of the car in planning for
the night 's garbage disposal trip. Slamming the luggage compartment I went back down the stairs to face up April. She
seemed in shock, her middle were sightless, unfocused, staring into distance. Her lip were trembling
with care, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a large knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the light, before crossing again to 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 body was trembling
as she shook her head teacher and silently she seemed to be mouthing the word"No"over and over again.
She need n't have worried. There is a certain note value in a adult female 's beat body but its goose egg compared
to her value alive. The tongue was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck of the
frock she had put on to impress me. I pulled the zip down to her waist but the garment could n't
drop as her arms were raised above her head and her stage spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me promote the tongue, but I did n't offend her, I simply used the blade to shear through the fabric of the
dress, severing the waistband, tearing the sleeves and shoulders and ripping it from zipper one-armed bandit to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underwear, a couple
bra and drawers set- maybe intended to please me as my payoff if our even had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her self-confidence. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the berm straps.
The bra joined the shredded dress. I turned to appear at April, her breasts were every bit as call
as her mental picture so carelessly webbed had shown. They looked heavy, rippling with a fluent fluidity
as she shook and shivered, straining to distance her lenient build from me and the knife. Her pap
were hardening nicely in the cooler air. I muttered in admiration, I was pleased and had chosen well.
I shredded her scanty next, raising the torn fabric to my face to inhale her odor. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweetness and the sea tang of urine where she had leaked a small, 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 shroud from my gaze by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her whole
consistence was trembling now and then ; a sudden hiss as she emptied her bladder, sobbing and shaking
uncontrollably as it happened. I cursed - I had been distracted by her body and forgotten the pail.
I tossed her panty onto the mess and went to the cupboard for my cleaning gear mechanism. In any factory
cleanliness is essential, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her piteous pile of tattered
clothing and left, locking the room access behind me.
The disposal run was the last big job in breeder substitution and before production can get. The worn
out social unit service to concentrate and condition the newer. The new girl are usually more pliant after they
have seen the sack. I paused in the service department where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
wear for metal, once I had called an engineer to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no real problem, a childlike explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. Panties OK- I tossed them in number 1 with only a twinge of rue,
their odour had been intoxicating but evidence is evidence and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a formative zip so having made for certain there was no metal I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metal hook fasteners. I used the knife to remove all of these parts and then tossed
the torn fabric remnant into the firebox and slammed the door. The alloy parts I dropped in an
charge plate pail of old battery dot to dissolve.
Having sorted these agreement to my satisfaction it was now getting wickedness. I got in the car and
headed out for the highway. I wont bore you with the particular, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the forest. It was a recollective drive and I knew I would n't arrive before iniquity so I relaxed and listened to
the radio. This girlfriend had been missing for nearly three yr now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively relax about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shallow trench. It was large work but it was a
remote arena 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 wing phase of lime for these disposals, quicklime with its
frightening and caustic appetite for water supply is ideal. In a affair of mean solar day there would be nothing
recognisable of this body, no whisker, no DNA, no dental records or old bone fractures. Not even a
lingering odour to attract the cathexis of any passing dog walker ; just a patch of phosphate ample grunge.
I ripped the bags so that the lime could contact the cold flesh. The body looked piteous now,
colourless, crumpled. Dark circles showed where the breasts had been detached and the was a
interchangeable dark discoloration around the top of the thighs. Her breast, never parted in life were now on face-to-face English of the Atlantic, whilst the brim of her labia had been mailed to japan. I did n't have sex what was going to happen to these body office and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt brim at least I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on plastic overall and covering the body generously in the
lime. It was moth-eaten stuff and I did n't want to have traceable bank deposit on myself or my vehicle. Finally
I covered the soundbox 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 sac, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the package into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean and jerk at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my reinforcement as I drove nursing home. April was now safely prepared, all the
risky parts were over and its time for me to start enjoying myself ! Have a little bit of fun ahead of
starting work.


inductance

It was getting late when I returned menage. Apr had been mine now for nearly 20 hours, unconscious
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that time. I usually give my breeders
a fluid-rich dieting. It aids product, forms less thriftlessness and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a consistency building shake I get on mail order- I keep some weights in the rachis room in case anyone
ever asks- I am to all intent and purposes trying ( unsuccessfully ) to control the excessive and growing
flabbiness of my body. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a composition cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her bonds, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her face was puffy and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in awe. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her sassing. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to skewer it out. Then she seemed to realise it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting solid food is a important stage in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a stoppage. Soon she would be thankful to me for these interruptions, but for now I let her booze
and stroked her pilus as she did so. I think she was too far gone to notice the Assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sink and went around behind her. Raising her from the chairman I moved it out
of the way and replaced it with the bucket. She seemed to know what was expected and filled it
with fresh weewee, it had a fruity almost Malus pumila smell. I let her cease and then removed the bucket to
replace the chair. I disposed of her vented liquid state, turned off the visible light and left her to bear in the
dark for an hour. The next microscope stage could cause a reaction and I wanted to be for sure the nutriment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty meal to celebrate my strength up. I
had n't eaten lots over the utmost 24 myself time of day either. I remembered my agreement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a couple of beers would n't go amiss - and as
before- I had to restrain doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- spark chatter and gossip. News was on in the bar- no reference of the missing
girl. I downed a couple of beers and a whiskey chaser- I was decidedly unhorse headed when I made my
excuses and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the poise air on my face
woke me up a petty and I started to think of my next relocation. This is always difficult to decide
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in fourth dimension I would do everything but How
do you prioritize ?
April must be wondering what was in store for her, she must be expecting some sort of assault- or
worse. She probably does n't know where this is going and exactly what I will demand of her, and
she will not learn for a calendar week or so. The first hebdomad is in some way of life the best and most gratifying for
me, I have to moderate my demand once production offset. I leaned on the upper door and
belched. I jerked it open and trod a little unsteadily down the steps. I opened the room access and flicked on
the light. Apr was hung from her shackle in the centre of the elbow 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 knocker shaking with that lovely fluidity, as she did so.
"What do you desire ?"Please let me go"
I could see bust starting at the corner of her eye. I went to the far rampart and took a riding crop from
the drawer above the cupboard. Her middle widened.
"No No, please do n't pain me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the harvest in my hands. On my moment tour I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her back. Her body flinched and she let out a cry of pain. I paused
and then repeated the military action across her tail twice in rapid succession so that her flesh was still
jumping from the first puff 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 psyche leapt inside me, how I loved those words ! My captive always say them eventually and
they always please me. What 's more than I know that they are true- she would do anything. Down here
my word law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the wall and would up the pulley there, tautening her ties. At first raising only her munition
above her caput, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was persona
standing, part suspension in her cuff. I kicked the death chair away and studied her. Her dead body was well
fleshed, generous. Her breasts were enceinte and wide, the areola and nipple as enticing as ever.
Unable to protest any longer I sank my mouth to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an enjoyable activity, but the nipple had nothing to give, there was no secretion,
no smell but her titty felt just against my face and there was a tenuous taste of blood where my
teeth had torn her skin. She was shivering now, fear or frigidity I could n't tell but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her breast was pleasant to watch. As I sucked I sent my second hired man to plough
her furrow and probe into her thatched roof. Her pubic haircloth was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
cooking for our date. I approved, it would need to stay that way but succeeding trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing fingers found her chthonian lips, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the other script was beginning to grow to the situation. I unfastened from
her tit and went behind her again. The welts across her back and buns had reddened nicely,
a few drop cloth of stock oozed from the ends of the solidus where the crop had dug in most. I licked them
from her, her lineage salty and metallic on my natural language. I sank to my articulatio genus and bit her buttocks, so
silky smooth, so soft. I separated her bum cheeks and probed her ass, she was cockeyed and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading fingerbreadth automatically at the intrusion. 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
mouth and even as she lost consciousness, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At to the lowest degree this was n't afflictive. Even so the I felt every muscle in her body
tense, the lips of her vulva tightened in an attack to resist my digit 's entry- to deny me access to
her deeper delights. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. There was only a vague scent of
pussy she was too dry and it smelt mainly from her ass. I wetted the finger with my spit and
plunged it back into her. This time the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a soaked and satisfying rasp on her inner walls. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the rippled walls, sensing the growing
moisture there. Revelling in this woman under my command, who was mine for the taking. My desire
rose, my conscious thoughts faded. I no longer worried about what ravishment to chose, what part of
her to enjoy first, there was a pussy and my finger was in it. My choice was clear ! It had been made
automatically by my own physical structure 's need. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now Thomas More than anything ... I withdrew my finger and started to disinvest. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, please"
She must feature known that this was a vain prayer, there was no escape possible here.
My clothes lay scattered on the level, my bastard was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must consume worried that my design was her anus as she seemed to crouch forwards, away from
me as I circled seat. She need n't vex about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
second home and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not tonight. I faced
her, her eyes looked scared. I rubbed myself on her trunk, feeling the turgid tit flatten against my
chest, I pushed my articulatio coxae forward and scraped my incision on her pubis, feeling the scraping of the coarse
and trimmed pubic hair there. Then I slipped it scurvy, delving into her thatch, its headway finding her
vulva and teasing the rim apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the adhesion held. Her movement
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her scratch, the feeling 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 finger the lubrication will aid my incursion. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her articulation rising in pitch and loudness as I eased myself forward, teasing her back talk apart with my
cock-head Her voice was no almost a howler as I felt her body start to spread to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One stopping point push button, her vulva opened, the sass parting under my thrust. Strangely the tension in her
muscles that was so determined to keep on me out actually ensured that her lips clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her voice was almost soft, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the conflict, unequal as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and null would
change that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her soundbox was mine and I was inside it. I would revel her. Her body sagged in her manacle determined
perhaps that she could at least not be a willing partner to her rape. Her case was expressionless, her
optic focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
place. A practiced place where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delectation were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her organic structure not pierced by a alien 's
unwelcome member.
It did n't trouble oneself me, I was free now to push up into her, each movement caused her soundbox to rock
backwards in the straps so I did n't fall into place as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a centimetre or two of seventh heaven. A soft moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the moans stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape of intimation. Her heart closed
and a bout rolled own her nerve. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, recondite into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious star. The blood rushes to your penis, your brainpower is
momentarily starved of supply and this, coupled with the vertical position, generates a Light headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to fade and there nothing but the wondrous fuck-stuff of
the tied woman. My pecker burrowing from this universe through her and into paradise. line of descent rushed
in my ears, I could listen it pounding almost drowning her cries in the length. I was giddy, empty-headed,
seeing stars and there is always the risk of exposure of losing balance and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and breasts, steadying myself with her body at our tip of contact-
through my arms and my slit. She was now supporting both herself and a adept theatrical role of the weight unit
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her articulatio radiocarpea and she moaned in nuisance. I regained my
balance- a fugitive lapse as the world came back into focus. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly delicious. Perhaps it is the sheer juiciness of her pussy and its delicate internally folded
membranes that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just softer and more welcoming than
that of any other cleaning woman ? Or is it the fact that she does not want me inside her, yet here I am
nonetheless. That if she could she would freeze her body and deny me any ace ounce of pleasure
from her cunt, but I am relishing it despite her wishes. Is it that she is mine and will be mine to use
as I please ? Perhaps it is all of these things.
I carried on, plunging deep into her bitch so that my bollock flapped against her. The lineage was starting
to yawl again in my ear. Distantly I heard her voice
"Do n't come up in me ! Please, please do n't follow in me !"
I knew she was n't on the birth control pill. I knew I was n't taking any precaution. I also knew that I would come
in her, and restrain coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was productive, her daughter proved
that, and I would enjoy vaginal sex for as foresightful as I could before either my side by side cargo fell
due or nature took its course and my seed found its mark.
There is a dot in sex when you know you will get along. You have laboured up the gentler side of the
James Jerome Hill and occur to the escarpment. You can see the view but it is too late to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the last few grand, over the bound and you will plunge headlong
into quad. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still come, your prick will still pulse its source, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my case I had no intention of withdrawing, I
froze and let the impulse of my elbow grease carry me forward. I felt the tingling esthesis building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, stronger even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself strain,
tightening every muscle and locking my second joint as I was rushed towards orgasm by currents beyond
my control, like a flock in white body of water rapids. The flesh to orgasm climb, mounting and then at
final the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the weewee, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my auricle, the H2O thundered in my head. I burst within her, my scratch twitching
and jump as it sent stream after stream of my thickset sperm to cake her inner depths.
I do n't know how long it took me to return to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like deal. My finger were digging into her mild skin. She was crying the rip falling
on my hair's-breadth. I grunted and released my hold, there were purplish bull's eye where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to good bruises over the adjacent few hours. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, content and satisfied. I tired to force out myself, to hark back to the situation in helping hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a large emission. I needed to get her organic structure flatter, before the bulk of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the elbow room. Damn- I had left the hot seat too far away, Oh well I
would remember next time. I pulled out of her quickly, my prick flopping wetly against my thighs.
I went to the wall, releasing the Chain so she collapsed to the storey. She fell silently, without a word
and lay there, a conciliate sobbing the only speech sound I could hear.
I parted her legs and studied her twat, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a whiten rivulet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was indisputable my emission was big than that so I
would leave her there and cave in it a chance to subscribe root in the productive ground of her womb.
I picked up my clothes and turned off the illumination as I left.


output

I had owned April for a month now and I was pleased with my acquisition. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this phase as I was fucking her on a daily basis. Usually I would indulge
straight after breakfast as I always seem to wake up horny and orgasming inside her just seemed to
set me up nicely for the day. Often I would pop home at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some sidereal day I would give her a third injection in the evenings 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 function, she was eating OK after a brace of mean solar day of refusing
anything and some colour had returned to her cheeks. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screaming and generally did n't struggle. She just abdicated her dead 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 concern but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to production and she could be urged over that roadblock in good clock time. As usual I emptied the
bucket of her break of the day pee after my dayspring fuck, and I dipped a pregnancy exam stick in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a turning point for April- the stick clearly developed a second line
and the password"pregnant"appeared on the Elwyn Brooks White ground. My heart skipped a meter, fantastic word. Of
course of instruction this also meant that I would take in to dispense with vaginal sex for the foreseeable futurity but this was
always going to happen about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my orders from
frozen stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was prison term to start breeder product and it all
seemed to birth worked out like clockwork. I think Apr had been ignoring the silver grey equipment box, the control condition console table on the desk and
the assorted hoses, wire 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 anxious border to her voice.
"Nothing to worry about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the straw man dialog box of the console and checked the appointment. inside was a large-ish dildo
social system and a range of mountains of hard plastic boob cupful. I gauged her sizing by eye to find out I would have
something to fit- the second magnanimous would fit. I would n't need this for a month or so but it was as
well to be prepare because I ordered them from Europe, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to order it. The equipment was mounted on Castor so I was able to wheel it over to her. She
tensed, clearly nervous
"What 's that ?"
"Just a niggling treat for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inches long and ribbed along its length. It was n't
quite straight but had a thin wrick about half way up to help it grip. My first image had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile character of the dildo was attached to a long transparent
credit card hose and internal conducting wire. I plugged the telegram contact into the board and screwed the hose
join onto a feeding bottle top. These were fairly minuscule 100 ml accumulator ; I thought it full to set about with
these and hopefully displace up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the base control panel of the automobile and clipped the nursing bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerated orbit that would chill the harvest rapidly and keep it cool until I could process
and compact it.
I powered up the automobile and felt the vibe start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequency to more gentle"introductory"context and then turned off. Apr must have
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a bottle of lube and wiped it over the rippled surface of the dildo. It was prison term for her to
find out.
I pulled up a stool and dragged the mobile equipment over to April. I checked the ankle constraint
and tightened them so her legs were better 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 possess to use other
possible action in future. Her eyes were a little raging and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricating substance ensuring it slid in easily, the twist making sure she could n't simply stuff it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the place setting I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's body gave a little first and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the patrician tingling would be
pleasant for her- at least for a patch. She came back down onto her metrical foot and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the rampart to get a secure looking at. If she had n't had an orgasm until now then
the next few moments would be of the essence. If she could n't follow then she would be no thoroughly to me and
all my gruelling work of the last calendar month would have been for nothing. I would be looking financial wrecking
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 zippo if not pertinacious and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to flare, her unit fundament was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were gasp coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking good. It seemed to steady out like this for a hanker time, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too a lot to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't call for a fair sex with such control it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to stargaze, my thinker moving on to topic of how I would inform
my regular client about the changeover when I was roused by a sudden gasp, another, another
and then a long"Ooooohhhhh"
This was followed almost immediately by a deep pounding Brrrr sound as the unit switched over its
routine. This is what was dissimilar about my car and its dildo. The shaft was in three bed, a
surface layer mimics flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to spellbind. inside deeper
machinery surrounds a primal tube that passes through the duration of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting thermionic valve at its base. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressing sensors that detect the vaginal muscular contraction as the woman
orgasms. climax triggers a virtual deluge of both vaginal lubricator and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensor turn off the vibration as the adult female culmination, at the Lapp clock time activating the
pumping racing circuit to extract all the treasured secernment through the collection tube straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with tidal bore curiosity as the pump Hz cut in. There was a delay but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the clear plastic collection tube. True it was only a diminished amount but
in true statement I had n't expected product to be prolific- at to the lowest degree not at first as I knew she would need to
be worked up to a enough squirt.
The heart finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her bonds
with a sigh. I went to search at my precious harvest. The volume was tiny, less than 10ml. It was n't
quite the disaster it seemed as these first few harvests would be rich than those that came later and
so would fetch a gamey price. This would assist set off the effects of the lower book but not
entirely so, and bulk would necessitate to be increased shortly. I replaced the bottle in the chiller and
returned to my derriere. 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 optic opened all-inclusive
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the arcanum of my machine- it is instant, effective
and uninterrupted. It cycles constantly through vibration mode to orgasm, pump mode to collecting
and a final 10 min"down time"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this constant
cycling that builds up secretion volume and improves my harvest as the charwoman 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 customers are very item.
I left the auto to do its work and went back on a higher floor to mix more shakes- I make these a footling
weaker at this point, more weewee and less flavouring. I knew I needed to go on April well hydrated
now. Her body can charter this ordinary water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into liquid
"gold"fountainhead, in this case into the most delicious fluid known to man - pure vaginal juices. A viscid
slimy and delicious secernment for which there was an inexhaustible need ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were unforced to involve the steps necessary to create this harvest in the
quantities needed and at the price demanded by the market. I was n't the only when 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 gradation A, midst and slightly cloudy with a senior high school mucose cognitive content. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that charwoman 's dead body lacks the capacity to give rise this unenviable
material in large measure. quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvest home
containing magnanimous proportions of eject fluid. Much thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the tremble and returned to the manufacturing plant floor. April was hung in her harness, the
pump was running so I guess it had been through one or two hertz in my absence. During the
downtime I gave her the shake- she refused it at number 1 and then reluctantly started to booze. She stared at me with a mixture of horror and hatred in her oculus. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut little as the machine cycled again, Her body jumped and her heart closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please quit please blockage ! Please God terminate it ! I ca n't I cant. No more no Thomas More !"
To be honest I did recall that was a bit excessive as reaction go. The miss had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on sitting of normal sex, so I did retrieve she
was complaining too early. wellspring she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will have to do better than that and I just hoped my judgement of her potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the machine to do its piece of work. I found the rhythmical throbbing and
cycling of the machine quite comforting. Apr was a bit noisy though which tended to better my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as best I could to my despatch work, retrieving the standing ordination from the
electronic computer and adding the new ones from the chain armour. I was still sending out production from the last
breeder who had become highly prolific before ceasing yield entirely. I had collected a large
quantity of grade C/D and I set to dispatching this, decanting the glistening liquid into appropriately
sized moldable bottles and then mailing them either on H2O ice cool-packs, or immobilise solidness on
cardice as the vendee specified. I had been holding a couple of order for class A and I entered
those as well as I was now in a spot to satiate them. Soon I had assembled about 50 packs and
matched them with conquer printed label ready for courier that afternoon.
I did n't have it off exactly what my guest did with their decree, obviously in this occupation you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few cue over the year and I know much is used as a nutrient
additive or mixed with whisky or former booze of your choice ( my pet is a good Scotch ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to zest up their own sex living. I
even have some distaff node who use it as a skin treatment.
My daydream was interrupted by a brassy gasp from across the room, rapidly followed by a pump cycle.
I turned, to look. April was staring at me, her eyes wide, almost affright etched in her face. The pump
working seemed extended so I checked the bottle- yields now seemed lots meliorate, probably 25ml
from that cycle alone. That 's effective. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be good honey"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


enlargement

I 'd been using April for a month now of uninterrupted product. take had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hours ) and seemed steady. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal retentive. She
had screamed like a banshie the get-go time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had sight from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a real conflict 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 yield. This meant I was pretty heavy and I was able to rod her bum with my ray until it at
last went in. The density of her sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to relax it to
keep on from tearing. The trouble with anal sex is that the rectum is polish inside, it lacks the lovely
texture of the intimate ripples ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
grip. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter alone. For this grounds I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its in effect than goose egg and I happily shafted away
between her boldness until I could sense the ecstasy head start to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before prospicient she started to wrestle and writhe whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to tear off and disconnect my scratch, her apparent 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 atonement in her being almost complicit in my own satisfaction. The output cycles were taking their price. Apr did n't reckon at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her middle rolled back in her oral sex showing only the Edward White. Over the month her sphincter had loosened and she had made less and less fuss over my submission there. I doubt she even noticed now when I fucked her. I could get a line the machine cycling through its program, each climax marked by a spastic vellication through her soundbox and sometimes a acute exhalation of intimation before the pump kicked in. Despite this her gestation was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell apart her breasts were getting expectant. I think the constant sexual stimulation also played its part. Each day I would try to nurse 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 solar day I emptied her twice a day straight into my oral cavity. The book was getting larger and a effusion would often coincide with a machine induced sexual climax. After a hebdomad of this I was cook to locomote up to the Milk River harvest home side of my business and retrieved the breast cups I had identified the month before. The automobile possessed a childlike milking function adapted from a cattle building block and a gestation bosom pump. There was an outer cup that goes over the tit and which contains an inner flexile thermionic vacuum tube that covers the nipple. When the machine is turned on, a emptiness is applied to both tubes causing the cupful to blow 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 mouth sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuum and tugging on the titty. The inner underground is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola deeply inside.
I do n't think April noticed as I connected her breasts to the loving cup. I fixed one and then had to pause
as a machine coming caused her body to tighten. As she relaxed the former side of meat of it I attached the
endorse cup and inserted the jack plugs into the console. At first the machine was simply applying a
vacuum to both cups and I checked that April 's breast were well seated. Luckily her boob were
gravid and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able-bodied to seal off perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmic
tugging and constant suck are relentless. Eventually her breasts began to give up their harvesting and
the white liquid started to spurt into the solicitation 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 rescript I
switched the auto back to synchronize milking military action with orgasm sensing. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and breast Milk flow.
I retired to expect the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her body loosen and subsided into the downwardly time as the
pumps did their work. I could see the vaginal liquid moving down the tube but this clip there was a
decently Milk River production too. Once more this would take aim a few days to build up to commercial message storey
but really this was a great start and a really in effect mansion to birth started so early in maternity. I was so pleased with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my incision 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 shaking modality started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina thrust on her rectum improving the deeper ace, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin layer of moist membranous tissue ; the vibrations are transmitted easily to my tuck phallus whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this cleaning woman 's body. I did n't even have to move, I just clung to her berm, buried my head in her hair and inhaled the scent while the machine did the work. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. April started to fare first. I heard her gasp, and the muscles in her limb and legs contracted, her limbs stiffening as she strained, reaching for the release. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spastic cramp. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tautness in her branch cattle farm to her torso and at utmost into her vagina. The thermionic vacuum tube tightening around the slip in dildo. The tight internal tissues also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of class could n't come about as I was firmly inserted. The burden was to increase the insistence on my phallus to a yummy squeezing that intensified the inherited vibrations. I moaned with pleasure at the frisson her rectum was providing. Incredibly the grasp seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four times in nimble ecological succession and then she was over the top, her vagina spasming and the her consistence convulsing. As her body was suspended between wrist and ankles the paroxysm made her hips flick back and forth between her bail bond. The motion pivoted efficiently on the lone other breaker point limiting her motion ; my inserted penis. It was as if she was consciously shoot backwards and forwards onto me in an feat to nominate me come. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the effect was wonderful, it could n't have been nicer. The sensations built up, up, up and then over the top- my penis exploding into her as her anal anatomical sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the rhythm of her own climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went silent as her soundbox relaxed into the"downtime ”. The pump round activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A small watercourse of sperm cell followed, dribbling down the interior of her second joint. I got some tissue and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't show it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to cause coffee.


RESOLUTION

The following day it was time to trigger the milk orders as well. I went to check on production- Apr
showed no signaling of being mindful of my bearing, she was soundless, her heart rolled back into her head. Her body was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so bit as the simple machine forced her to another orgasm and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the summation side milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should make a cubic decimetre by the end of the week. My biggest customer for milk is actually distaff. I guess she does n't inquire where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from willing volunteers ? In any consequence she took a fixture liter 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 promotional material for the undermentioned day. I would be able-bodied to add some of my other frustrated customers in the succeeding week or so too, but as my big customer it was all-important I kept her well-chosen. I sorted out the communique inner circle and courier labels for the load.

Just then Apr screamed- Thomas More of a howling really, like an animal in bother. I went to her. rakehell was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the sharp edges ripping through her near
confidant flesh. She was losing a lot of stemma and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the automobile and disconnected her from the apparatus. As I removed the wires she became less of an extension of the machine and some of her humanity seemed to generate. I released her blazon and lowered her to the level. Thick dark rip 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 wield internal insistency. I hoped it was working in any event the ancestry flow rate ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the first prison term in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure as shooting if she thought I had disconnected her from the machine out of fellow feeling or whether she
thought I had administered a coup de grace with the dildo breakage, but in any event she seemed
genuinely pleased. There was even a light smile. This was foreign, and unexpected ! Usually the
stock breeder simply go silent during production. They settle into a unremarkable, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in secrecy usually with eyes closed or rolled back in their oral sex. I do n't
really think they are conscious. But this is a skillful phase, I can siphon their wealth and fill my orders
until one day they just fail. There 's never a good deal warning so I need to keep a goodish stock frozen to
back change over flow. The last girl had lasted 3 days and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the second day of production. April was different, 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 production, not with her wounding. Not
forgetting of form she was pregnant with my baby and this could only make water disposal more
hard. I moved her carefully and lay her on the cot. What to do- what to do ?
I suppose its cowardice but I thought the simplest row was to do nothing and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired on a higher floor leaving her to slumber and went to the bar to meet Rob-
keep it formula after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The next day April was n't dead. If anything she was a little adept, close to mobile so I fastened her
cuff again, this metre linked to the bed chassis. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to have
no recollection of her former lifetime 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 week she was well enough to
return to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no perm 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 lay eyes on, they grew big and taut, standing up from
her chest as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
sojourn to sustain them emptied. milk was a much easier material to obtain, the trunk being designed to
produce it for external consumption. I did n't really want her accidental injury to break my own subprogram so after a hebdomad I was anxious to fuck her again. She just accepted it in silence as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few thrust I realised that I did n't cause to limit myself to that route of entry any more. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my motherfucker balls-deep inside her. She said nothing and seemed not to acknowledge my intrusion once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her urine. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the departure in grain, grip and raw moist heating system. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't seem to live pain. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeder after production had started. production simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise April 's vaginal muscles had been exercised and the constant sexual climax had developed them to the point of ne plus ultra. I had never known anything like it ! They could grip my shaft and almost cut off the roue supplying ! They could riffle and pulse like a mouth sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own climax so I could feel each pulse and jerk of my shaft with an intensity I had never known. I do n't think she got a great deal pleasure from this and she did n't orgasm, but she knew it pleased me and so she simply did it. I came quickly in her, she asked me if it had pleased me and seemed enrapture when I said yes. I was truly cohere now. I did n't need to actually kill April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo function and could n't trust her juices would be unchanged anyway. She was
only useful to produce milk, but then the sex was unbelievably great and her brainwashed creative thinker was
actually grateful for the attending. I have to admit I found having my own common soldier sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that Dear lector is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 long time now. My manufactory has been
largely transformed and made more comfortable for her to be in. She never asks about the outside
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her past tense. I know her mental state is wretched but for
me this is a grace ; she is only too eager to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even create a
fuss after the parentage of our youngster when I followed my well-worn itinerary to the missionary and abandoned him at their doorway. The monks there are no not bad believers in DNA testing- I suppose they could infer that children abandoned there must have some kind of problematic ground and it was better simply to accept them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any case they never seem to have noticed that 10 of their orphans actually portion a father. My income has shrunk as virtually of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are much harder to come by. But I still milk Apr 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 2d maternity. Her titty have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making less, I am making enough. Her Milk River keeps us both. She seems healthy but I do n't know how much damage I have done or for how longsighted she will experience. I ca n't even tell for recollective she will give rise but I would guess this wo n't finish Sir Thomas More than a few years. If her milk fails I will need to recruit another breeder. I have been excavating another room, extending my underground sanctum against a meter when I need to reconcile two. If April fails I will engage what value is left from her, and her breasts at least should fetch a commodity price. Perhaps I will recruit two new breeders anyway and keep back the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the sentence being both I and April are subject matter .