Chapter 5(OB)
There was little else for it but to keep sailing, the oxygen waited for no one, they could not tarry. The wheat flanked river was endless, just going on and on. It was now so narrow that it was difficult to pick the side branches from the river proper, and Z8C was frantically consulting the GPS to figure out which way to go.
"Ok we need to go down the next side river on the left, the farm can only be reached by following a series of river branches. It's a good farm by soil mineral content, grows well but very hard to get to. Only the smaller grain boats can reach it, but has less access to snooping sheriffs, so can grow drugs more boldly." Z8C told her.
J3N nodded and a few minutes later, Z8C took the first branch on the left, traveling down a stream so shallow that he had to pull up the fibreglass fin thing to sail down it.
The land soon became less cultivated as they got further away from the main river, with only the best bits of land cultivated as opposed to the entire shoreline. Bare dead land became noticeable as they sailed increasingly off the main river, getting ever more wild and lonely, with ever bigger gaps between the crop fields.
The wind became less strong as they got further afield, and the bottom of the boat scraped on the rocky stream bed several times as they navigated through hazardous shallows. This farm was REALLY off the beaten track!
At times Z8C had to get out of the boat and physically drag it free of the shallows, and J3N wondered out loud how a grain boat could get up here.
"The grain boats that can reach his farm are designed for shallow water, my sailboat was never meant for streams this shallow", Z8C said grumpily.
J3N had to get out several times to reduce weight in the boat so Z8C could tug it free, they were getting stuck more often as they continued. They had to turn into steadily smaller branches as they continued, the streams getting narrower all the time and getting them stuck more often.
Eventually they got out of the boat altogether, and walked on foot in the water, dragging the boat behind them with a nylon rope. They were eventually forced to offload half of the empty gas bottles to reduce the weight, stacking them beside the river with "please don't steal" written on them with bright yellow permanent marker.
The journey was terrible, but on they trudged! Pulling the damn boat behind them since it only floated without them onboard. The water was slightly less than knee deep, not meant for a 12 foot sailboat. The gravity was especially brutal on poor J3N, her legs ached terribly as she marched through knee deep water.
She was nearly at the end of her strength when they spotted a tiny electric rowboat designed for shallow water, moving towards them behind a tiny electric propellor motor designed for use in shallows.
The boat was piloted by a rugged looking local man with a dark beard, about 40 years old and looking at home out here. He seemed to recognise Z8C instantly, and moved towards them with resolve.
"Thank the Emperor, Seth! We are in a real bad way, nearly died in that rain yesterday!" Z8C called out to the man.
J3N brightened up considerably at the mention of "Seth", looking at the man with feverish hope.
"I got worried when you didn't show up by mid morning, decided to make sure nothing happened to you," the man said.
"Good thing you did, we had to leave behind half the empty bottles down river just to make it this far. I'm scared they will be stolen. I'm not sure if I have enough air to get back, really nasty business getting here," Z8C told the man.
"Don't worry about that, I will refill all your empties for you. I will head down river and find your empties before they get nicked. You two just hang tight here for a while." The man said and sped off down the river past them without another word.
J3N watched him go, looking terribly agitated.
"Was that...?" J3N asked.
"Yes J3N, that was your new husband Seth Renwick." Z8C confirmed.
J3N gasped with joy, feeling a feeling of completion. She would imprint on him for life the moment the transaction was all completed, her entire world would now revolve around this man, as she was genetically programmed.
J3N was almost sick with excitement as she waited for her lawful owner to return, anxious to imprint on him and instantly fall madly in love with him. Having him appear and then disappear again so quickly almost drove her mad!
"Why didn't he say anything to me?" J3N asked insecurely.
"He's shy I think. He hasn't seen a woman in a long time, probably isn't sure how to talk to women. Don't worry, he paid 50 grand to buy you, he will value you very highly no matter how shy he is," Z8C reassured her.
"He's shy?" J3N asked, seeking encouragement.
"Yeah, he's just shy. He hasn't seen a woman in years probably. None of these isolated farmers can leave their farms unattended, they are locked to their farms. No women ever come out this far, even the hive scum wives don't stick around in these isolated farms, they get too lonely and bored. He might not have seen a woman in 20 years!" Z8C insisted.
"But he will love me?" J3N asked anxiously.
"You kidding?! This man hasn't seen a woman in years, and suddenly he has a perfectly bred 679 line pedigree programmed to be utterly obedient to him! He is going to be absolutely all over you! You're going to be cherished, he spent everything he ever saved up to buy you! You will be loved, BELIEVE me," Z8C passionately reassured her.
J3N found these words comforting, and Z8C continued reassuring her, calming her down. Her entire purpose in life was to be a wife, it was an all consuming biological imperative. Every fibre of her being wanted, no YEARNED, to be the perfect wife for a man that she was commanded to imprint on!
Once she imprinted on a chosen man, the process was irreversible. Until she imprinted, she was completely asexual. After she imprinted she would become extremely sexually receptive, but only to one man, for life. If the man died then she would simply remain a widow, continuing to raise any children and maintaining the family business until one of the children grew up to take over.
She was feverishly interested in Seth Renwick, but had not yet imprinted, not until the last of the transaction procedures were finished. It was still technically possible for Seth to cancel the sale at this point, sending her back to be sold to someone else, and for this reason alone she would not imprint quite yet.
An agonisingly long time later, Seth returned, boat almost sinking under the weight of all their shed gas bottles. J3N waved excitedly, euphoric with excitement.
"I will be back for you, sit tight," Seth said as he sailed past them without stopping.
J3N dropped her waving hand, feeling discouraged, and Z8C reminded her that he was probably just shy.
***...
J3N was almost sick from waiting so long, when Seth finally returned with his little boat. J3N frantically gestured to him, but he couldn't even hold eye contact with her, obviously very shy. The boat pulled up beside them, and Seth deliberately looked only at Z8C, his shyness now painfully obvious.
"Husband?" J3N said gently to him.
Seth flinched at her word, looking resolutely at the bottom of his boat.
"Seth Renwick, meet your new mail order bride. She doesn't yet have a name, her name is up to you. At the moment she answers to J3N in place of a name. She is very anxious to meet you," Z8C said proudly.
"Nice to meet you," J3N added demurely.
"Hi..." Seth managed to shyly say to her.
Seth broke the tension by getting out of the boat and looking in the bottom of Z8C's sailboat. He immediately dragged the heaviest full air bottles out of the bottom of the sailboat with bulging biceps, loading the heavy things into his own boat until the sailboat rose up quite high in the water without the extra weight.
Seth took the nylon rope Z8C had been using to pull the sailboat with, tying it to the back of his own boat.
"Get in," Seth said, pointing at his own little boat.
J3N eagerly sat right next to where Seth would be sitting in the boat, and Z8C sat in the front of the boat to better distribute the weight. Seth very hesitantly took his seat next to J3N, his face was quite pale from obvious nerves, as if this fearless rugged outdoorsman who braved this dangerous wilderness was scared to death by a woman.
Seth started the motor, and carefully steered the boat to the deepest parts of the stream. With a lurch, the rope tightened, and the sailboat pulled behind them. With so little weight in the sailboat now, it easily cleared the bottom of the stream, and they made good progress without any scraping on the riverbed.
The little boat the 3 of them sat in was extremely wide and flat, designed for carrying moderately heavy cargos in very shallow water. It was made of thicker fibreglass than the sailboat, clearly much better quality workmanship, built by someone who actually made boats for a living rather than homemade. The electric motor was likewise clearly manufactured by someone who knew what they were doing, the sort you would buy in a shop.
The little boat was clearly struggling with the weight of the heavy gas bottles and people inside. Seth himself wore a backpack mounted air bottle and transparent air mask, which didn't look light in this gravity. J3N and Z8C had their own transparent air masks connected to two of the full bottles in Seth's boat. Together it was quite a lot of weight, and J3N was impressed that the boat didn't sink or scrape the bottom.
It was slow progress, but faster than they had been going before Seth showed up. Seth steered the boat down several side branches for several miles, until the stream was so narrow and shallow that J3N was amazed that they still hadn't been beached.
The land became rockier, the stream sides gradually getting higher like small canyons or ravines, carved into the rock by the high gravity stream. It was still pretty flat, but high enough to obscure some of the crop fields from view of the river, maybe 8 foot high. It would be extremely easy to hide drug crops in terrain like this, perfect for this in fact.
Without warning they pulled up next to a wide lip of flat rock with mooring pegs screwed into the rock, they had apparently arrived. The lip was connected to a gently sloping vehicle track, obviously blasted into the canyon side with dynamite or similar explosives. An electric quad bike with a cargo trailer behind it was parked on the lip, padlocked with a chain to a wall ring screwed to the rock to prevent theft.
Seth moored both boats up beside the lip of rock, padlocking them to the moorings with chains to deter local thieves.
They got out onto the lip, and Seth and Z8C started loading gas bottles into the trailer of the quad bike. Seth loaded only a fraction of all the bottles in the trailer before driving off in the quad bike, apparently because it could only pull so much weight at a time. J3N waited to one side, and Z8C kept unloading both boats onto the lip of rock.
Seth didn't drive very far by the sound of the quad bike, still within earshot somewhere past the top of the canyon side. The sounds of gas bottles being gently set down on a hard surface could be heard.
It wasn't long before the quad bike engine sounded again with a faint electric hum, with the sounds of the tyres crunching over loose stones and gravel, and the metallic clatter of the trailer rattling behind it. The quad bike quickly appeared over the lip of the gently sloping vehicle track, and drove back down to the rock lip beside the water.
With some difficulty Seth used an especially wide bit of the rock surface to do a 3 point turn to turn the bike and trailer the other way around. Z8C was already loading more stuff in the trailer before Seth even got off the quad bike, and mere minutes later the quad bike was off again.
It took several trips to get all the stuff up to wherever Seth was taking everything, and J3N stood carefully to one side, muscles not yet accustomed enough to this gravity to be much help lifting anything. She wanted to help, but had been delaying more than helping when she tried, so gave up.
When Seth finished taking away the last of the stuff except for the pair of gas bottles J3N and Z8C were using, he came back again for the pair. He and Z8C lifted the air bottles into the trailer, and J3N and Z8C sat in the trailer with their air supplies.
Seth drove the quad bike, and J3N held on for dear life as the trailer bucked and bounced up the sloping vehicle track. The cliff was only about 8 feet tall, but it was still extremely unnerving, especially given the local gravity.
The quad bike and trailer crested the top of the canyon, revealing a surprisingly flat landscape of rock and muddy clay sediment. Little pools of rainwater were gathered in rock polls in the bedrock in places, in other places wet clay formed mudflats over the flat highlands.
Fields of crops grew in the mud, wheat and other familiar crops, mixed with plants that J3N had never seen before. The mixed in crops were partly concealed by the surrounding plants, only a halfhearted attempt being made to hide them. J3N guessed that they were drugs.
Well worn tyre tracks in the rock showed a number of vehicle tracks branching off from the track up from the water, going to different parts of the farm. Corrugated iron buildings were scattered about in places all over the farm, mostly farm sheds or barns by the look of them.
Only about 30 meters from the top of the canyon sloping track was a low roofed farm shed. It had a wide corrugated iron door gate, currently swung wide open, revealing a level concrete floor stacked with all of the stuff from the boat, as well as a lot of farm stuff like bags of manure and sacks of grain.
Seth got off the quad bike to close this shed door and locked it with a padlock for safety, and then remounted the bike and continued driving.
J3N looked around her new home in wonder, all of this was now her's! It covered a huge area by the look of it, though it was hard to be sure where one property ended and another began. Fields, sheds, barns, a windmill water pump off in the distance, a bank of rows of ground based solar panels in a reasonably large solar farm, Seth Renwick had it all!
The quad bike followed one of the well worn pairs of tyre tracks, moving towards a large corrugated iron house, a shack really but it looked grand enough for J3N.
Seth Renwick drove in taciturn silence, obviously painfully shy of the beautiful young woman in his presence. He looked almost terrified of her to be honest. Now that she understood that it was merely shyness around women, she actually found this trait endearing, it was very sweet.
The quad bike pulled into a garage with a concrete floor, and Seth turned it off, padlocking the quad bike to a floor harness, which made it seem like theft was a very big problem here. He walked to a side door of the garage that connected it to the house, and unlocked the door with a key and disappeared inside for a moment.
He came back out a moment later, no longer carrying a backpack air bottle. He had a new transparent air mask over his mouth and nose, connected to a very long transparent air hose, and in his hands he carried two identical air masks on long hoses.
J3N and Z8C gratefully put on these new masks, turning off the unwieldy air bottles in the trailer, and Seth showed the pair of them into his home.
J3N excitedly entered her new home and looked around. It was furnished with locally manufactured kit furniture, the sort that you have to assemble yourself from easy to carry packages that would fit on a small boat.
The house itself looked like a kit home, lots of little bits of metal all bolted together. The house had a bare concrete floor, quite dirty with muddy boot prints, flat and level but rather basic.
The walls were decorated with about twenty years worth of naked lady calendars, messy farm tools and machine parts littered the entire house. It looked like the quintessential "man cave", a place that had never ever seen a woman's touch.
Looking at all this mess, J3N had an overwhelming urge to leave it all alone and not move any of it. She would certainly clean around it, clean under it even, and maybe give the items themselves a good clean, but she would then put every single item back exactly as she found it. She was bred to be a man's ultimate wife, and an ultimate wife doesn't move stuff around so a man can't find it.
J3N was filled with little instincts like this, carefully designed to breed out all of the female habits that men find irritating. She was already memorising the locations of the various items of clutter, so she could put it back where it was before if it accidentally got moved.
They were shown into what might be considered the lounge room of the house, with kit assembled metal chairs to sit on. Seth moved some of the stuff off two of the chairs and gestured for them to sit. J3N daintily sat down, legs crossed chastely, and gazed at Seth with a beaming smile through her transparent air mask.
Seth could not make eye contact for even a second, the skin under his dark beard was looking distinctly grey from nervousness, he was a huge bundle of nerves around her.
J3N spared him some discomfort by averting her gaze, returning to looking around the room, and Seth busied himself pottering about his kitchen in another room to put some distance between himself and J3N.
The air hose on J3N's mask intrigued her, and she followed it with her gaze to a room full of machinery. The three tubes were all hooked up to gas outlet faucets in the complicated tangle of pipes and machinery of that room. As well as their tubes, a number of air bottles were hooked up to the machine too, with noisy compressors apparently refilling them.
"That's the hydrolysis room of the house. It uses electricity to turn water into hydrogen and oxygen. Uses the oxygen, but dumps the unwanted hydrogen out that exhaust pipe that goes out through the ceiling, dumps it in the atmosphere." Z8C whispered.
J3N nodded in understanding.
Seth returned from the kitchen with various types of bread on a pair of battered metal plates, handing a plate to each of them before disappearing back into the kitchen. Z8C lifted up his mask repeatedly to bite huge mouthfuls of bread, eating ravenously with the air mask returned after each bite. J3N ate much more daintily, incapable of highly unladylike behaviour, even though she was starving.
Seth returned with metal cups of rainwater for them all, balanced on his own plate of bread, and they both took a cup of water gratefully. He sat down and ate in silence, completely at a loss for words.
When they all finished eating and drinking, Z8C cleared his throat.
"Shall we conclude the sale transaction now?" Z8C prompted gently.
Seth went even paler, and could only manage a little grunt of agreement.
"Ok, well as you can see, your new 679 line wife pedigree has safely arrived to you. Her serial code is J3N-4T7-RT1-9U5-H65-77D-FA2-K0X-VMR-679 and her paperwork is all correct. I will now show you her naked features to confirm everything is pleasing." Z8C said.
J3N dutifully removed her bra and stripped out of her dress, standing naked before Seth except for the fully sealed chastity belt. Seth couldn't look her in the eyes, but he did give her body a good look up and down, trembling all over as he did so.
J3N slowly rotated in a full circle, showing herself from every angle, hiding nothing. Seth was hyperventilating and shaking quite badly now.
"Is J3N physically to your liking? Are you happy with all her physical features?" Z8C asked.
Seth was breathing hard and excused himself to another room. J3N could hear the sound of Seth vomiting loudly in a bucket.
"Are you ok?" Z8C asked in concern.
"I, I'm fine, just must be some bad bit of bread," Seth shakily called back.
Z8C and J3N waited for Seth to compose himself, just standing waiting for him. He eventually poked his head out of the doorway, saw J3N standing topless waiting for him, and pulled his head back quickly. He didn't seem able to reenter the room.
"Mr Renwick sir, will you be ready soon to continue the transaction?" Z8C asked gently.
Seth shambled out of the doorway, resolutely not looking at J3N, quaking with fear. He had obviously not seen a woman in a very long time, unless you count naked lady calendars, and suddenly having one naked in front of him was more than he could take.
Seth sat down, looking firmly at his own lap, and Z8C continued.
"Is J3N to your physical liking, are you happy with all the physical features?" Z8C repeated.
"Yes..." Seth managed to whisper.
"Purchaser approves of product's physical features, tick, ok. Give me a moment to fill out this form," Z8C said, pulling out his handheld computer retail device that Wsuioo had issued him.
"Ok, let's move on to the chastity seals. As you can see, the officially sealed zip ties are all unbroken and time stamped. This chastity belt has been sealed ever since her pelvis reached full size, would you like to inspect the chastity seals sir?" Z8C asked.
Seth reluctantly looked at all the seals on the chastity belt, confirming total virginity of J3N.
"Are you confident that the seals are all unbroken and chastity intact?" Z8C asked.
"Yes," Seth said quietly.
Z8C typed up this information.
"Would you like a demonstration of her abilities as a housekeeper? Cooking, cleaning and the like?" Z8C asked.
Seth shook his head and said no.
Z8C typed this up too.
Z8C continued through a mountain of paperwork, making absolutely sure that Seth was satisfied with J3N, asking all sorts of mandatory questions. Seth shyly confirmed in all regards that he was satisfied with his purchase. J3N put her bra and clothes back on chastely once her nudity was no longer required, and this slightly calmed down Seth, though not much.
"Ok, lastly I need you to sign this electronic marriage certificate, legally marrying you to J3N. I am a legally authorised marriage celebrant, and will declare you as husband and wife. J3N will you please sign first," Z8C said excitedly.
J3N did not even hesitate to sign, using a fingertip on the touchscreen, followed by a thumbprint scan to confirm her identity. She was moments away from imprinting on Seth, the moment Z8C declared them husband and wife she would imprint on Seth for life. She was nearly orgasmic with pleasure and excitement right now!
Z8C handed the device to Seth to sign.
There was a terrible pause, and then Seth tried to use his badly shaking hands to sign. He was shaking too much to recreate a match for his earlier signatures, and Z8C had to fill out even more paperwork on the device to let Seth try again.
Straining with effort Seth managed to sign the signature properly. Z8C then scanned Seth's thumb print and filled out yet more paperwork as J3N waited with painful excitement.
"Ok, by the power vested in me by the Imperial government of 1D8V-44 and the holy Imperium of Man, I now pronounce you husband and wife," Z8C said those wonderful words.
Suddenly, a profound and irreversible hormonal change activated in J3N's biochemistry, causing a change in her brain chemistry. Her "wife mode" was instantly unlocked, and she irreversibly imprinted on Seth Renwick.
J3N gazed at Seth in complete adoration, completely and totally in love with him.
Contrary to the wishful thinking of some humans, love is nothing more than a chemical interaction in the brain. And like any chemical interaction, a skilled enough engineer can tamper with it and take control of it.
J3N was now quite literally in love with Seth Renwick, a deep love, far deeper than all but the most all consuming of natural human romances. It wasn't a "fake" love, as it used exactly the same chemical pathways as "true" love. It was completely hijacked and commandeered by the nightmarish human breeders of Wsuioo, with THEM deciding who she would fall in love with, but it was still unquestionably love.
Orgasmic pleasure filled J3N as her biochemistry shifted, completely astonishing pleasure as she was irreversibly psychologically rewritten. She didn't make a sound, simply basking in this wonderful feeling, gazing at Seth with hypnotic rapture.
Her husband was so handsome! She felt her vagina becoming uncontrollably wet by his mere proximity! For the first time in her life, she was sexually receptive and capable of feeling sexual pleasure. Her standard of what she considered sexually attractive began and ended with Seth. No one else was even remotely sexually attractive to her, but Seth was the very embodiment of ALL sexual attraction!
It was deliberately bred into all 679 line women. No matter how repulsively ugly a purchaser might be, the moment the 679 imprinted, she would be extremely sexually attracted to her designated husband. These women were products for the benefit of their purchasers, not human beings that might have their own desires in life.
For better or worse, J3N was now permanently bound to Seth Renwick, completely at his mercy, totally under his control. She was incapable of hating him, incapable of leaving him, incapable of disobeying him. She could only pray that he would be kind to her, her fate was now entirely in his hands.
***...
J3N had only imprinted on Seth less than a minute ago, but it felt like a lifetime to her. She had been temporarily sessile as her biochemistry changed, but now the immobility was wearing off.
J3N inched closer towards her husband, desiring to consummate the marriage, and Z8C excused himself from the room.
Seth was shaking terribly as J3N edged steadily closer to him. She was displaying extremely sexual body language designed to excite men, very slowly creeping closer to her husband.
Seth looked pale as a sheet of paper now, and he quickly sat down on a chair, looking like he might faint if he kept standing. J3N daintily sat down on his lap, and moved her face very close to his.
Seth was showing extremely mixed body language, he was obviously extremely shy and nervous, but also showed desire. Mostly however, he just looked completely overwhelmed. He had only just met her, he was not used to women, and obviously this was all moving a bit too fast for him.
J3N invaded his personal space, and he pulled his face back, clearly uncomfortable with how fast she was being intimate towards him. J3N pulled her face back, giving him some space.
"Would you prefer it if I got off your lap, Seth?" J3N asked softly.
"I, oh Emperor, this is such a lot to take," Seth exclaimed in a whisper.
"There is no hurry, we have the rest of our lives. No rush," J3N reassured her husband.
Seth nodded and shifted J3N off his lap.
Seth got up and went to another room, wanting some space to think, so J3N instead went to find Z8C to chat for a while as Seth calmed down.
To be continued