ABDUCTION
I stretched out in the chair and yawned. The sun was shining and it was well-situated in the buffet car.
The night 's exercise had left my body feeling pleasantly used, I took a collation of my burger- the meat
was charred around the edges from the griddle- the bitingly crunch mingled well with the gustation of the
coffee berry. The waitress was bent over diametrical me, talking to a fixture. Her skirtt was tight-stretched
over her shapely buns. I admired the view for a bit before calling her over to purchase order Thomas More
coffee.
It had been a successful night and I had deserved my breakfast. Managing the change-over is
always difficult but I have to refill the stock breeder or my supply line literally dries up. guest
across the domain would not be pleased and I know that one"missed Holy Order"means one"lost order ”.
They will choose their stage business elsewhere. In this argumentation of work I am acutely aware that I am only as
estimable as my utmost shipment. It would take a while but I should stimulate supplying before my next
shipments are due.
The breakfast news came on the TV ... a history about a missing lady friend. I tensed but no-one in the buffet car
seemed to notice. There was a movie, it was n't even a just similitude and I relaxed. My tracks were
covered and only I knew where this inauspicious girl was now confined.
It had been pretty soft, a text edition case in fact. I had befriended April on the web after we met in a
chartroom. She was lonely and anxious for a new spouse, a new father for her shaver. I had been
careful to be everything she was looking for- perhaps even a little more. I turned down the first two
opportunity to meet- not appearing too aegir. Each time building a little more trustfulness. I took the
opportunity to watch more than about her- getting to some personal item. And eventually trading
pictures which progressed to the more familiar miscellanea. Mine were not of me of course, I 'd pick out
them from a survival of the fittest on logical argument to tally more closely her ideal- the heavy middle-aged and
balding man now enjoying his burger was certainly not what she had in mind. Apr, I had learned
was 24, a I parent. This all boded well for me, young, fertile and with a organic structure already devise
for my use by prior childbearing. She was well fleshed with larger than average white meat. When I saw
her pictures it was her breasts that had sealed her fate. Their pelt was creamy whiteness, but the benighted
outline of her vena spread like a river system of rules beneath. Her tit were all-embracing with spreading
ring of color and each bore-hole a prominent berry-like pap at its inwardness I knew from experience this all
suggested unspoilt potential for production ; water-rich material body and generous secreting ability. True I
would not get to reap her white meat for a month or so but they were a strong guide to breeder
survival of the fittest.
On her 3rd asking I agreed to cope with, I asked her to consider the bus to the next town ( where I
supposedly lived ) and meet me for a drink and repast at a local eatery. Although this lieu was
new to me, I had researched the town- I had familiarised myself with its street gens, parallel bars and
cafés. I knew this was a fairly expensive position and she would be both impressed and tempted. I
even phoned to get to a reservation under my assume name in caseful she checked or phoned to
postpone. 10 minute before she was due to go far 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 counselling anyway ! Why not get off the bus a twosome of stops earlier
and then we could get in together ? I had taken my time and built the confidence, she did n't even question it
and happily agreed to get off 4 stop consonant out of Town. This was a wooded area- verging on forest in
fact, but served by a bus blockage for folks heading to the lake, a short walk of life through the Grant Wood.
However this time in the evening and this sentence of year there were no such visitors and I was already
hidden in the bushes, watching and waiting. I heard the bus and saw its lights glowing through the
darkness some way off. It drew closer and pulled up at the stop a loud hiss escaping its air pasture brake. A
single female figure got off. If anyone on the bus wondered why a lone adult female would alight in this
lonely spot so late in the evening then they did n't point it. I studied the bus as it drew away, no one looked around, no-one paid any attention. The bus pulled away in a bustle of junk and spent diesel.
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 course was n't in it. To reach it
April would have to take the air past the obscure voice of the pubic hair, right by where I was hiding. She saw
it and turned waving at the resident she assumed would be there. She started to walk towards my
hiding place, closer, closer. She was one stair to my left, she was in presence of me and then one whole tone to
my right, in front of my cover stead. I rose silently like a malevolent heart from the tomb, she was
unaware of her peril, In one swift movement I reached around her head clamping the chloroform
soaked tissue over her mouth and nose. She struggled and tried to scream- good ! The scare, the
sudden exhaling and expiration of breather would be followed by a deep inhalation that would aid my
purposes. Her eubstance was tense up in my travelling bag, I felt her struggle and writhe and got my first real contact
with her breasts. They were large and grueling. Her perfume was pleasant, womanly but not too
expensive, she had been wanting to impress me- sweet ! She struggled some more, the breath hissing
violently from her olfactory organ and followed by an equally tearing inspiration. It was an unequal struggle. I
am not a unassailable man but I had the twin ingredient of surprise and preparation. Perhaps I should add a
third ... practice ? Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, her eyelid dropped and her body went hobble in
my coat of arms. It could be a ruse so I held the pad in place for a replete minute more before I was fulfill. I
removed it and dragged her limp body the respite of the way to the car. I spread her on the back seat
and covered her with a tarp for the labour home- any passing observer would n't even know she was
there.
I did a U play and drove back to my real home- away from the town tryst and the idle
dinner reservation. The County billet was a river, I stopped on the bridgework and threw her cellphone
over the barrier- it plopped into the thick water below. A minuscule further on I stopped and buried her
bag and its depicted object ( including the money ). I could n't put on the line anything that might trace back to me. I
drove the repose of the way, topping up her chloroform every 20 second. It was a long ride 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- quiet and private. My house was wooden construction detached and set in a small
garden with declamatory front yard. This was ideal for me and my hobby, a semi derelict Buick station
wagon stood in the parkway a short way from the garage. I would fix it one day. A few former old
classic stood rusting quietly around the place. The garage itself doubled as my workshop. It was a
tell wooden edifice some 50 grounds form the primary firm. It looked a little derelict, childlike and
run down. An honest building that could shroud nothing.
I parked in front end of the garage and got out to give the doors before driving the car fully in and
closing the door behind. Charles Herbert Best to act fast. I opened the ass of the car and pulled out my loot. She
was great than I had expected but I managed. I half convey half dragged her to the rear of the
garage. The dorsum of the blank space was covered with a conform to shelving unit on which was stored old paint,
oil cans, a few car spare part and tool. I dropped her on the floor and reached high up on the right for
the latch, it clicked and the shelving hinged subject revealing the wooden wall behind. I fumbled for
the second door latch and the shroud threshold clicked capable an inch or two. I pulled it broad and then dragged
her limp body down the stairs behind, trying not to cause too much accidental injury or bruising.
We reached the bottom, I opened the third threshold and dragged her inside. I flicked on the brightness, this
was it, my factory trading floor. Some 20 fundament undercover, soundproofed and completely hidden from
view this was my hole-and-corner, my sanctum sanctorum ; the informant of my income and the focus of my pleasure. I cast
a spry glance around the room, everything looked as I had left it. Wooden facing painted white-hot and
faded to grey. On the far wall there was a swallow hole and wiretap, a few tycoon sockets and some shelving
with a large cupboard under. The ledge bore my wadding cases and mailing supplies. On the flop
there sat an old refrigerator next to a small chest deep freezer. There was a pulley block wheel mounted high
on the paries above the freezer and connected to some lines that fed through a second pulley on the
roof, hanging down in the centre of the elbow room. An old TV was fixed to the wall next to the room access 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 boot Order and I needed to rest on web site. The left hired man rampart was covered in my monastic order and production charts and in front of them a modest desk and PC plus printer.
It was the fittings in the centre of the room that mattered, all the residuum simply serviced that
initiation. In the middle of the room stood a president, simple, wooden, with some canonical padding on
the seat. A grey featureless box of equipment stood next to it, wires trailing to the rampart sockets and
several hoses hanging limply or connected to jarful fitted into rack at the foundation. There were a few
electrical switch, a distich of telephone dial and a power light ( currently off ). It was my own design, component part pump, theatrical role
icebox and part.. well you 'll see. Above the chair hung a pair off cuffs attached to the blood line
coming from the the pulleys. They were fully adjustable for duration by winding the chain of mountains up or down
via the bike positioned on the rampart. A second pair of cuffs were fixed to rap that were bolted into
the concrete flooring 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 longer than 20 minutes since her last top up with chloroform and she
was beginning to conjure. Quickly I cuffed her radiocarpal joint to the upper chains and let them hang whilst I
fitted the floor cuffs to her mortise joint. She hung limply but I was able to raise her into a more please
attitude by winding the wheel on the wall. Tightening the upper string straightening her back and
cranking her arm up into a"Y"shape over her head. Secure at in conclusion. I turned and left the room,
closing the doorway behind me. There was one more task-tedious but all important, I returned to the garage
and jacked up the car. I kept a second set of tyres in the underfloor inspection pit- could n't risk tread
matching and new tire would always take care suspicious so I had acquired a instant set long ago for
use in breeder enlisting. Once safely home I changed back to my pattern well-used cycle 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 relief of tension now that the
worst was over or maybe it was simply from the exertion of the Nox but I suddenly felt really
hungry. I checked April- still unconscious but assure. I shut and locked the abject door, and left up
the stairs closing the pep pill threshold and swinging shelves securely. I dropped the timbers back over the
inspection pit and stored rack 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 morn passed in mundane job, I had supplies to get, the fence needed painting and I had
some alphabetic character to drop a line, nib to pay etc. Throughout the day at odd moments I would recall Apr,
each sentence I would get a tingle of hullabaloo and anticipation. Installation is always a thrilling
process for me. However the mundane has to be kept up, a orotund part of my natural selection maneuver is simply
to be boring. Not I hasten to add in any way a"lone wolf"... that just gets you labelled as"suspicious ”,
no, I was simply boring. mixer but so uninteresting that no-one really bothered to seek me out. So I would go to the town terpsichore, the fête and the 4th July parade. I would pledge in the bar, eat in the café. I met people, spoke to people and bored hoi polloi. I was not odd, just uninteresting and steady. So keep 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 deposit in citizenry 's memory. It was
Saturday and I needed to be seen around township as usual.
All this covering meant that I was ineffectual 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
common interest in cable car and he ( as usual ) asked me when I wanted him to tow the partially
dismantled Buick to the chip yard ! We chatted and chewed the cud and arranged to meet later for a
beer. So about 4 Rob left and I was free to go back down to my secret room. I locked up the house and went across to the service department. I slipped inside but locked the door behind me- if anyone called they would find the firm apparently deserted and everything locked- they would simply cerebrate 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 line and I wondered what she would feel- certainly fear ? But what else, curiosity, anticipation ? I opened the lower room access and stepped into the elbow room, slamming it behind me. April was a terrible tidy sum. Bedraggled and sweaty, her composition running down her face and her smart apparel grubby and dishevelled. She opened her mouth and let out a riot as I entered. No trouble, it was percentage of my architectural plan. I trusted my soundproofing, it had been well tested over the class and I needed her to fatigue herself out before she would accept the hopelessness. No matter how much she screamed no-one will come. It simply pisses me off and is belike to earn a slapping or a cursing if I get too annoyed by the disturbance. I strode across and slapped her severe on the face. Some descent dripped from her nozzle but the haphazardness stopped. She looked at me with hatred in her eyes. That was thoroughly, 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 round behind her foreland. I put my cheek
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 supporter for you to call.
Your life is over now, it will all be different from now on. You are mine and I will do with you as I
please and subscribe 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 mental rejection in her expression- how could I say these things ?
How could I do them ? Surely this is n't possible, it cant be true.
I walked past her to the far end of the room and unlocked the cupboard. Apr harbinger tumbled
out. Wrapped in an gathering of bin lining I 'm not sure April recognized a body at low. Then after
a while a muffled whimper of horror and all semblance drained from her grimace. I dragged the leaden sack
across the floor towards the door. There was a sealed total of leakage and some fluid trailed
behind. I cursed under my breath and fetched more sacks to double-bag the body.
"There 's no way out- except like this"
I dragged the body through the door and started up the stairs. The bag chief cracking on every
tread. I stepped over the dented heap and locked the door behind me before pulling and tugging
the sack up the stair. Very physical work this. I bundled it into the prat of the car in preparation for
the night 's disposal trip. Slamming the trunk I went back down the stairs to confront Apr. She
seemed in shock, her eyes were sightless, unfocussed, staring into distance. Her lip were trembling
with reverence, this was now all too real. I went to the cupboard and removed a heavy knife, deliberately
flashing the blade in the light source, before crossing again to April. She flinched and winced as I went to
her. I showed her the blade, her middle nearly popped out of her face, her whole consistency was trembling
as she shook her straits and silently she seemed to be mouthing the word"No"over and over again.
She need n't get worried. There is a sealed note value in a woman 's dead eubstance but its zilch compared
to her value awake. The tongue was n't to harm her. I reached around and unfastened the neck opening of the
dress she had put on to impress me. I pulled the zipper down to her shank but the garment could n't
drop as her arms were raised above her principal and her legs spread and tied. She convulsed as she saw
me raise the tongue, but I did n't hurt her, I simply used the leaf blade to shear through the fabric of the
dress, severing the waistband, tearing the sleeves and shoulders and ripping it from zip fastener slot to
hem. I pulled the dress off her and tossed it aside. She was revealed in her underwear, a oppose
bra and drawers set- maybe intended to please me as my reinforcement if our evening had gone well- perhaps
simply to increase her self-assurance. I unfastened the bra and used the knife to cut the shoulder straps.
The bra joined the shredded dress. I turned to look at April, her tit 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 cooler air. I muttered in admiration, I was proud of and had chosen well.
I shredded her panties next, raising the pull fabric to my face to inhale her odor. There was a heavy
musk there, mingled with sweet and the piquancy of urine where she had leaked a little, perhaps in reverence
perhaps simply because she needed to. I regarded her Blackbeard as I inhaled, neat trimmed curls that even now she was trying to veil from my regard by squirming and twisting in her bonds. Her solid
trunk 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 bury the pail.
I tossed her pantie onto the pile and went to the cupboard for my cleaning gear mechanism. In any mill
cleanliness is requisite, so I mopped up and disinfected. Picked up her pathetic pile of tattered
habiliment and left, locking the doors behind me.
The disposal run was the survive big job in stock breeder exchange and before production can start. The fatigue
out whole serves to focalize and condition the newer. The new lady friend are usually more waxy after they
have seen the firing. I paused in the garage where the heating furnace was situated. I checked the
clothing for metallic element, once I had called an engineer to service it and her had remarked on the blobs of
solidified metal in the ashes- no actual problem, a simpleton explanation was accepted, but this was not
something I was going to risk again. Panties OK- I tossed them in first with only a stab of regret,
their scent had been intoxicating but evidence is evidence and it has to be reduced. The dress was
fitted with a formative zip so having made certain there was no metallic element I tossed that in too. The bra was
under-wired with metallic element draw fasteners. I used the knife to dispatch all of these parts and then tossed
the torn textile end into the firebox and slammed the doorway. The metallic element persona I dropped in an
charge plate bucket of old battery Elvis to dissolve.
Having sorted these arrangements to my satisfaction it was now getting nighttime. I got in the car and
headed out for the highway. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I was driving up
to the forest. It was a long effort and I knew I would n't come before shadow so I relaxed and listened to
the radio set. This female child had been missing for nearly three years now. No one was seriously looking for
her any more so I was relatively loosen about the disposal- it was necessary but not particularly
worrying. I pulled off the road and started to dig a shoal trench. It was grueling study but it was a
remote area and I was n't disturbed. I tossed the soundbox in and returned to the car for a sack of
quicklime. Its important to use the right human body of birdlime for these administration, quicklime with its
horrendous and caustic appetence for water is ideal. In a matter of twenty-four hour period there would be nothing
recognisable of this body, no hair, no DNA, no dental platter or old bone geological fault. Not even a
lingering scent to appeal the bursting charge of any release dog walkers ; just a plot of land of phosphate rich soil.
I ripped the bags so that the lime could contact the frigidness build. The body looked wretched now,
colourless, crumpled. Dark circles showed where the breasts had been detached and the was a
exchangeable dark grease around the top of the thigh. Her breast, never parted in life sentence were now on paired slope of the Atlantic, whilst the lips of her labia had been mailed to Japan. I did n't know what was going to chance to these body parts and I had been well paid not to ask. Her cunt lips at least I was pretty sure would end up in a stir-fry.
I moved the car away before putting on credit card overalls and covering the organic structure generously in the
lime. It was dust-covered stuff and I did n't need to consume traceable depository on myself or my fomite. Finally
I covered the body with the ground I had dug out of the hole and left, erasing my footprints as I
backed out back towards the car. I stuffed my boilersuit into the sacks, bagged the lot inside a new
sack and threw the big bucks into the car. They were destined for the furnace and the car for a
thorough clean at the weekend.
I was already contemplating my reinforcement as I drove dwelling. 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.


INDUCTION

It was getting late when I returned home base. April had been mine now for nearly 20 60 minutes, unconscious
for 6 of those and tied up for 14. She had not eaten or drunk in that time. I usually give my breeder
a fluid-rich diet. It aids product, forms less waste and its convenient to administer. Usually this is a torso building shake I get on mail order- I keep some free weight in the backbone room in lawsuit anyone
ever asks- I am to all intents and function trying ( unsuccessfully ) to curb the excessive and growing
limpness of my consistency. I went to the kitchen and mixed up one of the shakes in a theme cup before
heading down to my factory floor.
April was hanging in her bonds, she had been crying and clearly screaming- her boldness was puffy and
she was tired. I went to her she looked up in fear. I showed her the cup and gently tipped some into
her mouth. She fought not knowing what it was and tried to pitter-patter it out. Then she seemed to understand it
was food and she gulped down a mouthful-then another, then she was drinking greedily. I grinned
with pleasure. Accepting food is a all-important leg in breeder conditioning and it had gone almost
without a hitch. Soon she would be grateful to me for these gap, but for now I let her drink
and stroked her hair as she did so. I think she was too far gone to discover the Assault. She drained the
cup. I tossed it into the sink and went around behind her. Raising her from the professorship 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 pee, it had a fruity almost Malus pumila smell. I let her complete and then removed the bucket to
replace the chair. I disposed of her vented liquid, turned off the lights and left her to digest in the
shadow for an hour. The side by side stagecoach could get a reaction and I wanted to be sure the nourishment
was properly in her before I started.
I made a cup of coffee and fixed a steak while she settled. A tasty meal to keep my durability up. I
had n't eaten much over the lastly 24 myself hours either. I remembered my arrangement with Rob. It
was only around 10 so I headed out to the local bar-a twain of beers would n't go haywire - and as
before- I had to celebrate doing the ordinary !
A pleasant evening- light yack and gossiper. 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 light headed when I made my
excuses and stumbled uneasily out of the bar. It was n't far back to my place, the cool air on my aspect
woke me up a fiddling and I started to think of my next relocation. This is always difficult to adjudicate
because when you can do anything how do chose ? Probably, in clip I would do everything but How
do you prioritise ?
April must be wondering what was in store for her, she must be expecting some kind 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 instruct for a week or so. The first week is in some slipway the best and most enjoyable for
me, I have to moderate my demands once production starting. I leaned on the pep pill door and
belched. I jerked it open and step a little unsteadily down the steps. I opened the threshold and flicked on
the light. April was hung from her bonds in the centre of the room, just as I had left her, her read/write head
was tipped forward and I suspect she had been asleep, she must be exhausted. She looked up when I
entered, her breasts shaking with that lovely fluidness, as she did so.
"What do you want ?"Please let me go"
I could see rip starting at the recess of her eye. I went to the far wall and took a riding crop from
the drawer above the cupboard. Her eyes widened.
"No No, please do n't hurt me, I wont tell, let me go- I wont ever tell anyone"
I walked around her twice so she could see the crop in my bridge player. On my instant electrical circuit I suddenly
whipped it out, slashing across her spinal column. Her consistence flinched and she let out a cry of pain sensation. I paused
and then repeated the military action across her backside twice in rapid succession so that her flesh was still
jumping from the first blow when the sec cut in. The crying were flowing now and there was a
forlorn sobbing coming from her
"Please please do n't offend me- I 'll do anything"
My soul leapt inside me, how I loved those words ! My captive always say them eventually and
they always delight me. What 's more I know that they are true- she would do anything. Down here
my word law, my desire are paramount. I am king, I am a God ! She would indeed do whatever I wished.
I went to the paries and would up the pulley there, tautening her tie. At first off raising only her sleeve
above her head, then further until she was dragged from the chair, raising her so that she was division
standing, persona wall hanging in her cuffs. I kicked the chair away and studied her. Her body was well
fleshed, generous. Her chest were heavy and wide, the areolae and tit as enticing as ever.
Unable to stand any longer I sank my sass to one and bit before sucking greedily. She screamed
and jumped. It was an pleasurable military action, but the nipple had cypher to turn over, there was no secretion,
no flavour but her titty felt good against my brass and there was a slight gustation of pedigree where my
tooth had torn her cutis. She was shivering now, reverence or common cold I could n't tell but the jiggling motion
that was imparted to her breasts was pleasant to keep an eye on. As I sucked I sent my second hand to plough
her seam and probe into her thatched roof. Her pubic pilus was fairly short- obviously trimmed ; perhaps in
preparation for our escort. I approved, it would postulate to stay that way but future trimming was down
to me- I could n't risk her with a razor or even scissors.
My probing finger's breadth found her chthonic lips, they were dry and shrivelled, she was n't finding this
experience erotic at all. I on the other script was beginning to rise to the site. I unfastened from
her mammilla and went behind her again. The welts across her spine and buttocks had reddened nicely,
a few dip of blood oozed from the ends of the slice where the crop had dug in well-nigh. I licked them
from her, her blood salty and metallic on my tongue. I sank to my knees and bit her keister, so
silky smooth, so soft. I separated her bum nerve and probed her ass, she was tight and the
sphincter flinched and gripped my invading digit automatically at the intrusion. I reached through
her legs to caress her sex, She froze.
"No !"
But she had known from the very beginning, from the moment the chloroform pad covered her
mouth and even as she lost cognizance, she had known then that this, or something very like it
would be coming eventually. At to the lowest degree this was n't painful. Even so the I felt every muscle in her body
tense, the lips of her vulva tightened in an attempt to balk my finger 's entry- to deny me access to
her deeper delectation. I withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. There was only a feeble olfactory property 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 fourth dimension the lubrication helped and it slipped easily past her constricting
muscles, a wet and satisfying rasp on her inner wall. There was no denying this, she was
delightful. I probed my finger in and out of her, feeling the gurgle rampart, sensing the growing
wet there. Revelling in this char under my control, who was mine for the pickings. My desire
rose, my conscious thought process faded. I no longer worried about what violation to select, what parting of
her to enjoy first, there was a pussy and my fingerbreadth was in it. My option was sack ! It had been made
automatically by my own consistency 's motive. It was sometime since I had enjoyed vaginal sex and I
wanted that now more than anything ... I withdrew my finger's breadth and started to unclothe. She saw this
and whimpered again
"No, No, delight"
She must have known that this was a vain appeal, there was no escape potential here.
My wearing apparel lay scattered on the floor, my motherfucker was standing proud like a flagpole as I circled her.
She must have worried that my intention was her anus as she seemed to deflect forwards, away from
me as I circled tail. She need n't concern about that, not tonight. Later her anus will become my
second home and will comfortably and frequently accommodate me, but not yet, not this evening. I faced
her, her eyes looked scared. I rubbed myself on her body, feeling the large breasts flatten against my
chest of drawers, I pushed my hip forward and scraped my prick on her os pubis, feeling the scratch of the coarse
and trimmed pubic haircloth there. Then I slipped it turn down, delving into her Edward Teach, its head finding her
vulva and teasing the lips apart. She was thrashing and bucking now but the shackle held. Her move
simply rasped my prick-head up and down her slit, the intuitive feeling was exquisite. She was too dry
though, I could not enroll her. I withdrew temporarily and ptyalise in my deal, wiping the spittle over
my engorged cock chief. Just as with my finger the lubrication will aid my penetration. I approached the vulva again. She convulsed as I did so and whimpered,
No No no no"
Her representative rising in sales talk and volume as I eased myself forward, teasing her lips apart with my
cock-head Her voice was no almost a wow as I felt her body start to open to me, her lips just
beginning to part.
"NOOOOO ! ! !"
One conclusion push, her vulva opened, the sassing parting under my knife thrust. Strangely the tenseness in her
sinew that was so define to keep me out actually ensured that her lips clamped shut over my
glans as soon as my prick-head was in her.
This time her vocalisation was almost soft, a whimper
"No"
We both knew the battle, inadequate as it had been, was now over, I was inside her and nothing would
variety that. She could n't run, she could n't hit me, even screaming was as now she knew no use.
Her body was mine and I was inside it. I would enjoy her. Her body sagged in her handlock determined
perhaps that she could at to the lowest degree not be a will partner to her violation. Her face was expressionless, her
eyes focussed in the distance. Perhaps this was no longer happening to her, she had gone to another
piazza. A easily place where her pussy was n't being violated, where her delights were not being
plundered, where her vulva was not stretched open and her dead body not pierced by a stranger 's
unwished-for member.
It did n't disoblige me, I was free now to thrust into her, each movement caused her body to rock
backwards in the shoulder strap so I did n't pervade as quickly as I had intended, but nonetheless each
thrust gained me a centimetre or two of walking on air. A balmy moan of protest escaped her with each push.
After a few the groan stopped, replaced with a grunt and hissing escape of breath. Her eye closed
and a tear rolled own her cheek. That only encouraged me and I thrust harder, deeper into her.
Fucking standing up is a glorious sensation. The blood Rush to your phallus, your brain is
momentarily starved of supplying and this, coupled with the vertical position, generates a light headed,
slightly dizzy sensation. The world tends to fade and there nothing but the grand fuck-stuff of
the tied char. My prick burrowing from this worldly concern through her and into paradise. Blood rushed
in my ears, I could hear it pounding almost drowning her cries in the distance. I was giddy, silly,
seeing stars and there is always the risk of losing symmetry and falling.. So I grabbed her roughly,
clinging to her shoulders and breasts, steadying myself with her body at our percentage point of contact-
through my arms and my prick. She was now supporting both herself and a unspoiled part of the weight unit
of her rapist, this must increase the load on her wrists and she moaned in pain. I regained my
balance- a fleeting lapse as the world came back into stress. I resumed my thrusting. She was
truly delightful. Perhaps it is the sheer succulence of her pussy and its delicate internally folded
tissue layer that was indescribably lovely. Is her vagina really just softer and more welcoming than
that of any other womanhood ? 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 down her consistence and abnegate me any 1 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 thing.
I carried on, plunging deep into her cunt so that my musket ball flapped against her. The blood was starting
to roar again in my ear. Distantly I heard her voice
"Do n't do in me ! Please, please do n't come in me !"
I knew she was n't on the oral contraceptive pill. I knew I was n't taking any precautions. I also knew that I would come
in her, and keep coming in her at least daily. I already knew she was fat, her daughter proved
that, and I would savor vaginal sex for as foresighted as I could before either my future payload fell
due or nature took its course of instruction and my cum found its mark.
There is a point in sex when you know you will come. You have laboured up the gentler slope of the
pitcher's mound and descend to the escarp. You can see the view but it is too of late to turn back. Your impulse is already such that it will carry you the last few pace, over the bound and you will plunge headlong
into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. Orgasm is assured and even if
you pull out of the woman, you will still make out, your prick will still pulse its germ, whether you
remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my case I had no intent of withdrawing, I
froze and let the impulse of my exertion carry me forward. I felt the tingling sensations building in
my prick-head, growing stronger, stronger even though I had stopped moving. I felt myself tune,
tightening every muscle and locking my thigh as I was rushed towards orgasm by current beyond
my control, like a muckle in white water rapids. The build to orgasm climbing, mounting and then at
last the raft flicked over and I was flung out. I was falling, falling into the H2O, foaming hissing
spray rushed about my ears, the piddle thundered in my head. I burst within her, my mother fucker twitching
and jump as it sent stream after stream of my thick sperm to cake her inside depths.
I do n't know how long it took me to regress to reality, but as I calmed down I realised I was gripping
her with vice-like hands. My finger's breadth were digging into her easygoing tegument. She was crying the binge falling
on my fuzz. I grunted and released my hold, there were purplish marks where my fingers had dug in.
They would darken to replete bruises over the adjacent few hours. My penis felt wonderfully spent inside
her, depicted object and fulfil. I tired to force out myself, to return to the situation in hired hand. It had been a
while for me, it was a large expelling. I needed to get her consistency flatter, before the bulk of my sperm
could run out of her. I looked around the room. Damn- I had left the death chair too far away, Oh well I
would think of next clip. I pulled out of her quickly, my SOB 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 gentle sobbing the lone sound I could get a line.
I parted her leg and studied her cunt, some of my sperm had already trickled out in a ovalbumin streamlet
towards her ass. Some, but not all than goodness- I was indisputable my emanation was gravid than that so I
would leave her there and give it a fortune to take on etymon in the fertile land of her womb.
I picked up my clothes and turned off the Light as I left.


PRODUCTION

I had owned Apr for a month now and I was pleased with my skill. I was feeling very
happy, I always enjoy this form as I was fucking her on a daily groundwork. 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 dwelling house at lunchtime and fuck her again and
occasionally on some days I would reach her a tertiary injectant in the eve before I went to bed. I
was sleeping soundly and my phallus was curled contentedly in my pants.
April I think was getting used to the routine, she was eating OK after a couplet of day of refusing
anything and some people of colour had returned to her impudence. She did n't say much but she had stopped
screaming and generally did n't struggle. She just abdicated her trunk to me whilst I used it. I do n't
think she had come at all in this period which was something of a vexation but I was sure this would n't
be a bar to production and she could be urged over that barrier in good time. As common I emptied the
bucket of her morning urine after my cockcrow roll in the hay, and I dipped a pregnancy exam stick in the still-
warm fluid. Today however was a work gunpoint for April- the stick clearly developed a second cable
and the word"fraught"appeared on the albumen terra firma. My gist skipped a rhythm, fantastic news. Of
trend this also meant that I would have to forego vaginal sex for the foreseeable future but this was
always going to find about now anyway. Up to this point I had been filling my club from
frosty stocks but these were nearly exhausted. It was sentence to set out breeder output and it all
seemed to have worked out like clockwork. I think April had been ignoring the silver gray equipment box, the ascendancy console table on the desk and
the various hoses, wire and bottle about her cubicle. 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 nervous sharpness to her voice.
"Nothing to worry about"I lied smoothly.
I opened the front panel of the cabinet and checked the fitting. Inside was a large-ish dildo
structure and a stove of severe plastic titty cupful. I gauged her size by eye to check I would have
something to fit- the second turgid would fit. I would n't need this for a month or so but it was as
well to be organize because I ordered them from EEC, if I had needed a new one now was the
time to order it. The equipment was mounted on caster so I was able to bicycle it over to her. She
tensed, clearly aflutter
"What 's that ?"
"Just a little delicacy for you"I lied again
I withdrew the dildo-like structure- it was about 10 inch long and ribbed along its distance. It was n't
quite straight but had a fragile kink about half way up to help it grapple. My number 1 prototype had been
straight and were expelled too easily. The penile part of the dildo was attached to a long transparent
plastic hose and internal conducting wire. I plugged the conducting wire inter-group communication into the gore and screwed the hosepipe
union onto a bottle top. These were fairly small 100 ml collectors ; I thought it best to start with
these and hopefully move up to the 250 ml and perhaps even 500 ml in due course of action. I had sterilised
them all previously. I opened the base panel of the machine and clipped the bottle into a tray. This
was a refrigerate region that would cool down the harvest home rapidly and keep it cool until I could process
and pack it.
I powered up the simple machine and felt the vibe start through the dildo. Carefully I reduced their
amplitude and frequency to more gentle"introductory"settings and then turned off. April must have
guessed what this was although she cant yet have appreciated exactly how it would be used. I
withdrew a feeding bottle of lube and wiped it over the rippled Earth's surface of the dildo. It was meter for her to
find out.
I pulled up a stool and dragged the mobile equipment over to Apr. I checked the articulatio talocruralis constraint
and tightened them so her legs were well spread. I fingered her vulva again fondly, it had given me
often pleasure. I sighed, I had no intention of giving up sex with her, but I would have to use early
openings in futurity. Her centre were a little unwarranted and she winced when I inserted the dildo into her,
the lubricating substance ensuring it slide in easily, the kink qualification certainly she could n't simply hug it out.
"What are you going to do ?"
"Just this"I reached over and activated the background I had pre-adjusted.
"Ohh"
April 's physical structure gave a little start and she twitched up onto tiptoe. I knew the gentle prickling would be
pleasant for her- at to the lowest degree for a spell. She came back down onto her human foot and I noticed her toes were
curling. I drew back towards the rampart to get a dependable looking. If she had n't had an orgasm until now then
the next few second would be crucial. If she could n't come then she would be no in effect to me and
all my hard work of the last calendar month would sustain been for nothing. I would be looking financial downfall
in the face.
I watched her as the dildo did its workplace, 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 nothing if not relentless and
buzzed away continually. I noticed her nostrils were starting to flare, her whole invertebrate foot was now
twisting into the cuffs securing her and there were gasps coming from her as she squirmed. It was
looking good. It seemed to steady out like this for a retentive time, perhaps April was resisting, perhaps
she was simply enjoying it too much to finish but I hoped it was n't that. I did n't take a charwoman with such controller it can only get in the way.
Surprisingly, I had even started to daydream, my psyche moving on to issue of how I would inform
my habitue customer 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 throb Brrrr audio as the unit switched over its
function. This is what was different about my motorcar and its dildo. The quill was in three layers, a
Earth's surface layer mimics flesh providing a supple rippled surface for the vagina to grip. Inside deeper
machinery surrounds a central tubing that passes through the length of the dildo and connects with a
harvesting tube at its base. The machinery is designed to deliver vibratory stimulation directly to
the vagina, but also includes pressure sensation sensing element that detect the vaginal compression as the woman
orgasms. Orgasm triggers a practical flood of both vaginal lubricants and fluids and its these I seek.
So the sensors turn off the vibration as the fair sex climaxes, at the same clip activating the
pumping lap to extract all the cute secretion through the collection subway system straight from the
vagina to my waiting bottle.
I watched with tidal bore curio as the ticker cycle cut in. There was a time lag but then I was delighted
to see some fluid moving down the pass plastic collection thermionic tube. true it was only a diminished sum of money 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 ask to
be worked up to a decent spirt.
The pump finished and turned off. It was suddenly very quite and April seemed to sag in her adhesiveness
with a sigh. I went to look at my treasured harvest. The bulk was tiny, to a lesser extent than 10ml. It was n't
quite the cataclysm it seemed as these offset few harvests would be rich than those that came later and
so would fetch a higher damage. This would help countervail the effects of the lower volume but not
entirely so, and volume would want to be increased shortly. I replaced the nursing bottle in the chiller and
returned to my seat. April was looking at me curiously, not knowing what was happening. I sat
down again when she suddenly jumped, her trunk tensing as her optic opened wide
"Nooo noo more !"
The dildo had turned onto"vibrate"again. This is the secret of my machine- it is insistent, efficient
and uninterrupted. It cycles constantly through vibration mode to orgasm, pump mode to collection
and a final 10 min"down metre"before it starts again ... and again.. and again. Its this incessant
cycling that builds up secretion volume and improves my harvest home as the charwoman is conditioned. It
also prevents me from enjoying more than vaginal sex as this would not only interrupt the cycle and
prevent proper seasoning. It could also corrupt my product- and my customer are very particular.
I left the machine to do its piece of work and went back upstairs to mix more shakes- I make these a little
weaker at this stage, more water and lupus erythematosus flavouring. I knew I needed to restrain April well hydrated
now. Her body can take this ordinary water and like an ancient alchemist transform it into melted
"gold"fountainhead, in this pillow slip into the most delightful fluid known to man - pure vaginal succus. A pasty
slimy and toothsome secretion for which there was an inexhaustible demand ! Fortunately for me
there were not many who were willing to take the footstep necessary to farm this harvest in the
quantities needed and at the toll demanded by the mart. I was n't the only 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 ground level A, midst and slightly cloudy with a high mucose mental object. This would in
all probability cease soon as I find that woman 's body lacks the capacity to produce this sticky
material in large quantities. Quality usually stabilises at B/C with D and E reserved for harvesting
containing larger ratio of squirted fluid. a good deal thinner, more lemony in flavour.
I finished preparing the shake and returned to the factory trading 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 first and then reluctantly started to drink. She stared at me with a mixture of horror and hatred in her eyes. I did n't like the expression but luckily it was
cut myopic as the auto cycled again, Her consistence jumped and her optic closed.
"Noooo Noo more, please terminate please block ! Please God stop it ! I ca n't I cant. No to a greater extent no Sir Thomas More !"
To be honest I did consider that was a bit excessive as reactions go. The young lady had been through only 3 or
4 orgasmic cycles- that 's not unheard of even for a full-on session of normal sex, so I did cerebrate she
was complaining too early. Well she would get use to it.. I checked the collector- only 25ml ! She
will have to do better than that and I just hoped my judgement of her potential had been sound.
I went over to the desk, leaving the machine to do its study. I found the rhythmical throbbing and
cycling of the machine quite comforting. April was a bit noisy though which tended to break my
concentration.
Anyway I settled as practiced I could to my dispatch piece of work, retrieving the standing lodge from the
computer and adding the new one from the mail. I was still sending out production from the last
breeder who had become highly fecund before ceasing output entirely. I had collected a large
quantity of mark 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 icy solid on
cardice as the buyers specified. I had been holding a yoke of ordering for class 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 set aside printed labels set up for courier that afternoon.
I did n't know exactly what my guest did with their edict, obviously in this business you simply
do not ask. I have however gained a few clues over the old age and I know much is used as a nutrient
additive or flux with whisky or other hard drink of your selection ( my favourite is a near malt whisky ). Some
mix it into soups and sauces while others use it as a sex lubricant to spice up their own sex life-time. I
even have some female person clients who use it as a skin treatment.
My air castle was interrupted by a tatty pant from across the room, rapidly followed by a heart cycle.
I turned, to see. April was staring at me, her eyes wide, almost panic etched in her expression. The pump
working seemed prolonged so I checked the bottle- yields now seemed a lot better, probably 25ml
from that cycle alone. That 's improve. I gathered up my packages and carried them upstairs to mail.
"Be ripe beloved"
I closed the door behind me and turned out the lights.


EXPANSION

I 'd been using Apr for a calendar month now of continuous product. Yields had stabilised around 250 ml
per day ( 24 hr ) and seemed steady. I was still indulging in her although now sex was anal. She
had screamed like a banshee the first time and I 'd needed a lot of lube- luckily I had pile from her
already. Even so she clamped her sphincter tight and it had been a literal battle to get into her.
Fortunately I was quite excited, having had to foreswear sex with her for 4 days whilst I got her set up
in production. This meant I was pretty operose and I was able to rod her bum with my ray of light until it at
last went in. The tightness of her sphincter was exquisite although she quickly learned to relax it to
hold back from tearing. The hassle with anal retentive sex is that the rectum is smooth inside, it lacks the adorable
texture of the interior rippling ( or Rugae as they are called ) of the vaginal wall, and it does n't really
clutch. This means that really you are working mainly with the sphincter alone. For this ground I do n't
find it quite as satisfying, although obviously its expert than nada and I happily shafted away
between her brass until I could feel the ecstasy get-go to build in my rod. Luckily she did n't like
anal sex at all, and before foresighted she started to squirm and writhe whilst I was inside her. Although I
know she was trying to tear off and disconnect my dent, her movements in fact simply increased my
sensations no end and she actually brought me to orgasm herself without realising bless her ! I took
a great satisfaction in her being almost complicit in my own expiation. The production bike were taking their toll. Apr did n't look at me now and she never spoke. She hung limply in the harness, her oculus rolled back in her chief showing only the whiteness. 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 program, each orgasm marked by a convulsive twitch through her body and sometimes a sharp expiration of breath before the pump kicked in. Despite this her pregnancy was progressing. I am no gynaecologist but I could tell her breasts were getting expectant. I think the invariant sexual input also played its role. Each day I would try to lactate from her and after only 8 weeks I was rewarded at hold out with a lilliputian spurt of milk. I sucked it up greedily, a really good sign. I had n't been mistaken in her potential. Over the next few sidereal day I emptied her twice a day straight into my back talk. The volume was getting turgid and a gush would often coincide with a machine induced orgasm. After a week of this I was ready to affect up to the milk harvesting slope of my business and retrieved the breast cups I had identified the month before. The machine possessed a simple milking procedure adapted from a kine unit and a pregnancy knocker pump. There was an outer cup that goes over the knocker and which contains an inner flexible tube-shaped structure that covers the nipple. When the auto is turned on, a vacuity is applied to both tubes causing the cup to suck in the breast. The outer cup is connected to a valve in the machine that opens regularly with an adjustable frequency. This mimics an bore mouthpiece sucking on the tit as the valve allows air into the outer cup only then closes again reconnecting vacuum and tugging on the white meat. The inner thermionic valve is connected permanently to vacuum and gradually pulls the
nipple and aureola cryptic inside.
I do n't recall April noticed as I connected her white meat to the cup. I fixed one and then had to hesitate
as a simple machine orgasm caused her body to stiffen. As she relaxed the early side of it I attached the
endorsement cup and inserted the jack plugs into the console table. At commencement the automobile was simply applying a
vacancy to both cups and I checked that April 's bosom were well seated. Luckily her breasts were
large and fluid, they entered easily and each cup was able to seal off perfectly onto her mounds. She
moaned when I turned the pulsating function on and activated the valve cycling. The rhythmical
tugging and incessant suck are relentless. Eventually her tit began to give up their harvest time and
the white liquid started to forge into the collection tubing 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 edict I
switched the political machine back to contemporize milking action with orgasm detection. I have found that
the two are connected ; orgasm induces both vaginal fluid and chest Milk flow.
I retired to await the next cycle- it was n't long in coming ( no pun intended ). April jerked
spasmodically and the pump kicked in. Her body relaxed and subsided into the down time as the
heart did their work. I could see the vaginal liquidity moving down the tube-shaped structure but this time there was a
decent milk yield too. Once more this would subscribe to a few twenty-four hours to construct up to commercial-grade floor
but really this was a great kickoff and a really good polarity to take started so early in pregnancy. I was so pleased with her. In celebration I unzipped my fly and moved behind her. Lubing my slit 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 vibe mode started up. This always improves my experience, firstly because the dildo in her vagina button on her rectum improving the deeper sense datum, but secondly because the dildo is inserted as firmly as am I, it is separated from me by only two thin layer of moist membrane-forming tissue ; the vibrations are transmitted easily to my inserted penis whilst I am still bathed in the delightful warmth of this woman 's body. I did n't even bear to make a motion, I just clung to her berm, buried my top dog in her tomentum and inhaled the fragrance while the machine did the oeuvre. Tirelessly, relentlessly building us both to orgasm. Apr started to come first. I heard her gasp, and the muscular tissue in her arms and legs contracted, her tree branch stiffening as she strained, reaching for the sacking. She grunted and pushed back onto me in a spasmodic spasm. I 've no idea whether that was conscious or not. She was building steadily now, The tension in her branch spread to her torso and at utmost into her vagina. The thermionic tube tightening around the enter dildo. The tight inner tissues also pulled on the rectum trying to flatten it which of trend could n't happen as I was firmly inserted. The effect was to increase the press on my phallus to a yummy squeeze that intensified the transmitted vibration. I moaned with pleasure at the flush her rectum was providing. Incredibly the grip seemed to be still increasing. April gasped again, three or four times in promptly sequence 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 girdle flick back and Forth between her Julian Bond. The motion pivoted efficiently on the only other full point limiting her motion ; my infix penis. It was as if she was consciously bucking backwards and forwards onto me in an campaign to take in me come. In reality I doubt she even realised I was inside her but the upshot was marvelous, it could n't have been nicer. The sensations built up, up, up and then over the top- my member exploding into her as her anal anatomical sphincter spasmed ; alternately squeezing and releasing me in the cycle of her own climax. I sighed contentedly, Oh Boy I love my job !

April went soundless as her body relaxed into the"downtime ”. The ticker cycle activated and I slipped flaccidly out of her. A small-scale current of spermatozoan followed, dribbling down the interior of her thigh. I got some tissue paper and wiped it away. If she had noticed anything of her violation she did n't show it. I took some of her milk and went upstairs to crap coffee.


RESOLUTION

The next day it was sentence to trip the milk club as well. I went to curb on production- April
showed no sign of being aware of my presence, she was dumb, her eyes rolled back into her header. Her consistence was largely immobile, simply tensing every 10 or so moment as the machine forced her to another sexual climax and then drained her. She was looking pale. However on the plus side milk production was nicely up to 200 ml overnight and should progress to a cubic decimetre by the end of the week. My biggest customer for milk is actually distaff. I guess she does n't wonder where it came from or perhaps she thinks it 's from leave volunteers ? In any event she took a fixture cubic decimeter from me and had been somewhat annoyed by the interruption in supplying. I was at terminal in a position to post her some and so set up the publicity for the conform to day. I would be able to furnish some of my early frustrated customers in the next hebdomad or so too, but as my largest customer it was essential I kept her happy. I sorted out the dispatch packs and messenger recording label for the commitment.

Just then Apr screamed- Thomas More of a howl really, like an brute in pain. I went to her. ancestry was
seeping from her vagina ; the dildo unit had fractured, the shrewd edges ripping through her most
intimate flesh. She was losing a lot of blood line and I needed to act fast or she would die on me. I turned off the auto 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 return. I released her arms and lowered her to the floor. Thick dark line 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 keep internal pressure. I hoped it was working in any result the blood flow ceased. She opened her eyes and looked at me. For the first sentence in weeks she spoke,
"Thank you"
I 'm not sure if she thought I had disconnected her from the political machine out of sympathy 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 imperfect smile. This was foreign, and unexpected ! Usually the
breeders simply go silent during production. They settle into a function, feeding, urinating and
defecating each day. All in silence usually with eyes closed or rolled back in their heads. I do n't
really think they are witting. But this is a good phase angle, I can siphon their riches and fill my Order
until one day they just fail. There 's never much admonition so I need to retain a sizeable blood frozen to
cover alteration over periods. The last lady friend had lasted 3 years and then simply died in the night. She
had n't spoken from the second base day of yield. April was dissimilar, there was clearly a person
still in there, and yes, I was pricked with remorse. However I also had a job, she clearly was n't
about to die on me naturally, and I could n't refit her to vaginal production, not with her wound. Not
forgetting of course she was pregnant with my babe and this could only make disposal 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 unsubdivided form was to do nothing and then if she died the
problem would be simpler. I retired up the stairs leaving her to log Z's and went to the bar to cope with Rob-
hold it formula after all. I hope my anxiety did n't show.

The adjacent day April was n't dead. If anything she was a short better, shut to mobile so I fastened her
cuffs again, this meter linked to the bed frame. Her experience had changed her, she seemed to accept
no recollection of her former life at all. All she knew was that room, me and the fact that I fed and
cleaned her. She was pathetically, if misguidedly thankful. After a calendar week she was well enough to
restoration to milking. I did n't do it as before- there was no permanent bond and no vaginal
stimulation to force climax. 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 dense and tight, standing up from
her pectus as they filled. As they swelled they became quite painful and she looked forward to my
visits to have them emptied. Milk was a much easier textile to get, the torso being designed to
produce it for external consumption. I did n't really want her injury to break up my own routine so after a calendar week I was anxious to get it on her again. She just accepted it in secrecy as I rolled her over and penetrated her anus from behind. After a few push I realised that I did n't have to limit myself to that route of entrance any Sir Thomas More. I pulled out of her and plunged back, seeking and penetrating her vagina. She convulsed as I entered and buried my pecker balls-deep inside her. She said zilch and seemed not to note my encroachment once penetration was complete. Sex was simply something that I did to to her, like milking, like feeding and like taking her weewee. It was marvellous to be back in a vagina- I relished the difference in texture, grip and raw moist rut. She was healed enough internally to accept me and did n't seem to experience painful sensation. There was however a surprise. I had never fucked any of my breeder after product had started. output simply ended when they failed, so there was never an opportunity. To my surprise Apr 's vaginal muscle had been exercised and the constant orgasms had developed them to the point in time of perfection. I had never known anything like it ! They could grip my dick and almost cut off the line supplying ! They could ripple and pulse like a oral fissure sucking me dry and they squeezed me tight through my own coming so I could feel each pulsation and saccade of my tool with an saturation I had never known. I do n't think she got much joy from this and she did n't orgasm, but she knew it pleased me and so she simply did it. I came quickly in her, she asked me if it had pleased me and seemed delighted when I said yes. I was truly stuck now. I did n't want to actually drink down April- I had never murdered anyone directly. I
dare not reconnect the dildo theatrical role and could n't believe her succus would be unchanged anyway. She was
only utile to produce milk, but then the sex was unbelievably great and her brainwashed mind was
actually grateful for the attention. I have to take on I found having my own secret sex slave
intoxicating ...

.. and that Dear Reader is how it ended. I have kept April for 5 years now. My mill has been
largely transformed and made more well-to-do for her to live on in. She never asks about the outside
world, where I go when I leave, or anything about her yesteryear. I know her mental DoS is pathetic but for
me this is a thanksgiving ; she is only too eager to please me in anyway she can. She did n't even work a
fuss after the parentage of our child when I followed my stock path to the missionary and abandoned him at their door. The Thelonious Monk there are no cracking worshiper in DNA testing- I suppose they could venture that children abandoned there must have some sort of problematic backcloth and it was better simply to swallow them for what they are and not to pry to deeply. In any upshot they never seem to sustain noticed that 10 of their orphans actually part a Padre. My income has shrunk as nearly of the money I earned was from the vaginal juices as these are much laborious to come by. But I still milk Apr twice a day, fuck her at least once and I have managed to restrain her lactating continuously either with internal secretion brass or, as now, with her second gestation. Her chest have grown immense and prolific. Although I am making lupus erythematosus, I am making enough. Her milk keeps us both. She seems sound but I do n't know how a good deal wrong I have done or for how recollective she will subsist. I ca n't even tell for long she will produce but I would guess this wo n't last more than a few eld. If her milk fails I will need to recruit another stock breeder. I have been excavating another elbow room, extending my underground sanctum against a time when I need to accommodate two. If April fails I will take up what time value is left from her, and her bosom at least should get a good toll. Perhaps I will recruit two new stock breeder anyway and keep the second simply for sex ? Who Knows ? But for the prison term being both I and April are content .