Chapter 3

Setting up the love nest

Once David had the front-end loader put away, he made one last run through the barn to make sure no traces were left of Eddie's presence. He cleaned up the little bit of blood on the barn floor, picked up the broken glass from the root cellar, and double-checked the loft to ensure that he hadn't missed anything.

Satisfied, he turned off the lights in the barn and secured it for the evening. As he sauntered back to the house he considered what to do with Sharon. Half way to the house he turned around and went back to the barn to get an assortment of tools and supplies that would help him contain Sharon in her new home.

Once he was back in the house, David cleaned up and then fixed dinner for himself. He made half again as much as usual and after he had finished eating, put the leftovers on a paper plate and brought them into the basement, along with an old, thin blanket from his linen closet.

Sharon was exactly where he had left her. The puddles on the floor were a bit larger, and she was, frankly a mess. Dried blood and cum were all over her legs and stomach, her hair was filthy. She looked up with terror in her eyes as he came down the stairs, certain that another horrifying rape was about to occur.

David put the dinner plate aside and untied the girl. As soon as her bonds were free she collapsed onto the piss-covered plastic sheeting, unable to stand on her own, unable to care that she was sitting in her own wastes. David picked her up and carried her to the basement shower where he cranked up the cold water full blast and roughly scrubbed the filth off of her. Sharon was shivering when he finally pulled her from the shower and toweled her off. He then carried her back to the room where he had spot welded the bed to the floor and sat her on the thin mattress. Using a nylon cable-tie, he secured on ankle to the bed frame and handed her the plate of left over food.

Sharon looked at the plate of food and then looked up at him with a quizzical look.

"You sure as shit didn't expect silverware and fine china, did you? Just use your hands and fingers. You need to earn the right to use plates and eating utensils."

Sharon looked down and tentatively began picking at her food using her fingers, and her hunger quickly overcame her reluctance to eat using her hands.

While she ate, David went to his basement workbench and began working. He had brought some leather, steel cable, u-bolts and other items with him. He measured off about 20 feet of steel cable, and ran one end through the eyebolt he had mounted earlier in the ceiling, and secured it with a pair of u-bolts. He then cut some leather into a strip 12 inches long and 1-1/2 inches wide. Using strong wire, he sewed the leather into a tube and inserted the other end of the cable through the tube. David then walked over to where Sharon was eating and fitted the leather-clad cable around her neck, and secured it with another pair of u-bolts. David made sure that the cable loop could not be pulled off of Sharon's neck, and the leather would prevent the cable from tearing the skin around Sharon's neck. The only thing that surprised David was how docile Sharon had become. She did not resist at all when he looped the cable around her neck.

David then snipped the cable tie holding Sharon's leg to the bed frame. With this setup, Sharon would be able to roam the small room where he had put the bed, but would not be able to access the entire cellar. David then got a plastic five gallon food pail - this one once held pickles - and a roll of toilet paper. He set both items in the far corner of the room, well within Sharon's reach.

He then went upstairs and got a half-gallon Tupperware container, filled it with tap water and brought it back downstairs. This he set in the opposite corner along with a roll of paper towels and a second empty five-gallon pail.

Sharon had finished eating and was carefully watching him.

"OK, Sharon. Pay attention," he intoned. "By your silence, I'm assuming that you have learned your first lesson about not speaking unless spoken to. Is that correct?"

"Yes sir," she softly replied.

"Good for you," David cheerfully observed. "If you listen carefully, and learn your new lessons, your new life will not be as violent and painful as the last 24 hours."

"If," he cautioned, "you resist, or fight back, or make me unhappy, the last 24 hours will seem like a trip to Disneyland."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," the soft voice replied.

"Good. Now, here are a couple of new things for you to learn. This room is your new home. You have a bed, a pillow and a small blanket. That corner is your toilet. This corner is your kitchen. You have one container of water for drinking and cleaning."

"If you behave and demonstrate an ability to learn, you will earn privileges, such as a toothbrush, a shower, utensils to eat with, more food, etc. It is up to you. You re now my property and your entire future depends upon my good will. Understood?"

"Yes sir," she said.

"Now, put your paper plate in your kitchen pail, then get the small square of foam and come over here."

Lesson plan

Sharon visibly trembled as she stood to follow his instructions. Clutching the damp towel with one hand, she did as instructed and stood before David.

"Hand me the towel."

Sharon complied.

"Hand me the foam."

Sharon did as instructed.

David took her arm and moved to the doorway. Just inside the doorway he placed the foam on the basement floor, and pointed to it.

"Whenever I come downstairs, you are to kneel on this foam, facing the doorway. You will have your hands by your side and you will await instructions from me. Understood?"

"Yes sir," she intoned.

"Well?"

Sharon had a puzzled look on her face for a moment, then reality hit and she dropped to her knees.