Shannon and I were actually getting along as her pregnancy progressed and she seemed to be looking forward to the birth of our child. I guess I was feeling almost married to her, it was so nice. The bomb shelter was a very dark place to keep someone you cared about so I made the effort to accommodate the mother of my fourth child. The trip to the feed store yielded a nice obedience collar that's used to keep dogs in their yard and I was sure that Shannon would enjoy the relative freedom she would have soon. Upon getting home I dissected one of my many stun guns and with some diligent testing and creative camouflaging of the perimeter sensors I now had a working device. Of course it wouldn't have been right to pass up the opportunity to test Shannon's commitment to me so I went downstairs and set about changing her collars.
"Sweetie, this'll be a lot more comfortable for you especially since it's time for you to join me upstairs, what do you think?"
She was elated. The new collar was readily accepted and then we made our way up the stairs with Shannon walking ahead of me. Right at the top of the stairs she turned around with a look I've only seen in movies.
"You BASTARD!!!" was the last thing I heard as her foot connected with my forehead.
When I came to, with an ungodly headache, I made my way up the stairs and then out the front door where I found Shannon twitching on the porch. Her super-charged obedience collar triggered when she ran out the door without the perimeter being disarmed and it gave her one hell of a surprise. She lay there with her eyes glazed from the ongoing effects of the collar. The whine of the capacitors was in the air as the collar built up another stunning charge of electricity. I picked her up and carried her inside and, once in the door, the whine stopped. I laid her on the daybed in my living room and waited for her to come to her senses. My own senses were a little screwed up and a huge pain pill soon had my headache in check.
We ended up having a bit of a discussion about her new freedoms and I explained to her that the house was quite a ways from the next house and that the only phone was my code-protected cell phone. I made it very clear to Shannon that the only difference between her captivity in the shelter and her captivity upstairs was fresh air. It didn't need to be said that I didn't trust her anymore.
With the illusions of our relationship out of the way we didn't talk much anymore. I left her alone and didn't touch her at all the last three months of the pregnancy. Feeling betrayed by her actions I didn't have it in me to even look at her. When she went into labor it was a fairly easy birth. I used a different technique to birth the child and had Shannon stand with her arms over her head while leaning against the tile of the shower. I spread her legs as the contractions intensified and gravity helped do the rest. A screaming little boy with a full head of blonde hair was dropped into my hands with his umbilical cord still tying him to his weeping and exhausted mother. A quick snip separated the two of them and I bundled the child into his bassinette. In a few more minutes I delivered the placenta and then I held Shannon in the shower as I washed her off. She about passed out when I got her to the bed and then let her lie there as I cleaned up our little boy. She was almost asleep when I placed the child at her breast and he immediately went to his first meal. Instinctively, Shannon held the child close and her eyes opened and looked at the fruit of our joining with the clearest and purest love I've ever seen.
It was about another four months when I saw Shannon feeding Eric (she chose the name) and I felt a need stir up for the first time in a long time. She caught my glance and her look told me that this wouldn't be consensual if I pursued it. I was blown away by what she said next.
"If that's what you want then get another pussy 'cause you're never getting in this one ever again."
A few hours later I asked he what she meant and she told me that I needed to go fishin' again.
Another week passed by and I secured Shannon and Eric in the shelter and headed off to L.A. I'd actually planned on the usual recon of the area and was making my across town to I-5 when I was stuck at a red light and opportunity knocked.
Or hit me, I should say. I pulled into the shelter of a closed gas station and had a little station wagon pull up next to me in the blind side of my van. Out popped the cutest, perkiest little thing I'd ever seen. She was trim, lithe, maybe 5'6" with her brown hair in a boyishly short cut. I didn't hear a single word of her blathering and crying and I just stood there transfixed by what the Fates had brought to me. I opened the side doors of the van and got the stun gun in my hand as she came up behind me begging me not to let her parents know about what had happened. Her eyes met mine as I turned around and I watched her pleading look suddenly change to one of dismay as the powerful capacitor discharged into her body. The obligatory drugs were tossed in the glove compartment of the car and then I took the keys and her purse and locked the thing up. A quick shot of a horse tranquilizer settled her in for the trip. Ten hours later I had her collared in the basement and ready for my pleasure. Shannon was actually pleased to see me return with the girl since she knew that as long as I had this new toy I'd leave her alone. She barely acknowledged the girl's existence as I carried her in and trussed her up. Shannon excused herself and took Eric upstairs without a word. Being a bit tired from a very long day I left my new guest secured on the bed and I went upstairs for the night. It was sort of unreal as Shannon asked me about the abduction in such a clinical manner. Adding to the other-worldly quality of our conversation was the fact that our chat resembled a very wholesome scene of husband and wife and child sharing an evening together.
The next morning I awoke to Eric's cries and a chill ran through me as I wondered in Shannon had escaped. I gathered Eric up in my arms and heated a bottle of milk for him. Shannon had stopped breastfeeding him when he cut teeth, only to note that her period promptly started up again. After getting Eric taken care of I checked the perimeter sensors and found, to my relief, that Shannon had not triggered them. I looked around the house and then went downstairs to where I found Shannon chatting with the tear-stained nymph I had tied to the bed.
"Patrick," (shit, she gave my name!) "meet Lori. I was just telling Lori what you did to me and how you were going to do the same thing to her, too." Lori exploded in tears at Shannon’s' dispassionate words.
