Chapter 6(OB)
J3N found Z8C topping up the two air bottles from the trailer in the hydrolysis room, using a compressor to refill them with oxygen.
"Mrs Renwick? Why aren't you with your husband right now?" Z8C asked in surprise.
J3N flushed with pleasure at being called Mrs Renwick, and explained that her husband had wanted some space for a while.
"Ah, very good. You did well to obey your husband. So what are you doing now?" Z8C asked.
"I will probably never see you again, so I just wanted to spend some time with you before you leave. I will miss you," J3N said honestly.
"You can still call me on the long range radio any time, as long as I'm home at the time and not too busy. My house has a huge radio antenna on the roof, every farm on the planet is in signal range. Seth has a similar big antenna somewhere on the farm, that's how he got in contact with me to buy you." Z8C reassured her.
"Does it do video chat?" J3N asked hopefully.
"Unfortunately not, audio only. It's long wave radio, huge broadcast range but very limited information carrying capacity." Z8C explained apologetically.
"But you could still come out this way again? Maybe in the future?" J3N asked hopefully.
"It's possible that one of the nearby farmers will purchase a 679 in the future, if it is not too far from here then I might pop in to visit on the return journey from such a trip. But with my boat the way it is, I probably can't make it here, I will die if I get beached in the shallows this far out." Z8C said.
"How did you even get here in the first place for Seth to buy me? My purchase paperwork said it was a cash in hand transaction," J3N asked curiously.
"That was months ago, just after the wet season when the rivers were higher. It wasn't so shallow, and I needed less air bottles as I had only myself as a passenger. Less weight of bottles, only one person adding weight to the boat, deeper rivers, didn't get beached in shallows even once." Z8C began to recount.
"It was also just after the end of the big wet season, just after the wet season it doesn't rain for a few weeks. I didn't get caught in any rain, and the breeze was quite good, made much better time than we did,"
"The rivers always have a lot more boat traffic after the wet season when the rivers are really high, lets the grain boats and cargo boats get right into even the most hard to reach farms. It's one of the biggest selling times on this part of the planet, when grain harvests that had been stockpiled up for months on the harder to reach farms can finally be sold to the grain boats,"
"With boats everywhere, it was easy to get directions and advice to find the farm. I was also able to sell some odds and ends to the boats, so my business didn't suffer too much."
"Since then it has gotten much more dangerous on the rivers, the rain is hard to predict this time of year, very sporadic, catches you by surprise. 1D8V-44 has very poor meteorology services, they only have a single weather satellite, can only give vague weather predictions this time of year. The rivers are now much lower than right after the wet season, getting dangerously shallow in places."
"How did my husband even find out about the 679 line, how did he even contact you to come out here?" J3N asked.
"He learned through word of mouth from a grain boat pilot, the locals chat a lot. Seth was interested but not sure, so he found my frequency in an old local radio phone book, and got in contact with me over the long range radio. We chatted back and forth for maybe a week, and he then decided that he wanted to buy a base model 679 line."
"I traveled to meet him, and showed him all the brochures and photos. He was very interested and we filled out all the order paperwork. He paid me 50000 credits in cash, I gave him paperwork of the transaction and a 679 line chastity belt key, and I returned home. Getting back down river is easy, the current carries the boat the entire way."
"Getting back north up the coast against the north easterly winds was inconvenient but not difficult, just had to zigzag against the wind, did it far out where I could do really big zigzags to save time."
"I then used an astropath in the town to message Wsuioo to have you delivered, and used a secure registered cash transport box, all sealed up with time stamped seals so it couldn't be secretly opened on the trip. I sent the box of cash straight to Wsuioo on a merchant ship, minus my own 50 credit commission of course".
"When Wsuioo received the money, they immediately sent you on the next ship that had a scheduled stop at 1D8V-44, the cost of your transport was already included in your purchase price see, and you know the rest," Z8C recounted.
"Wait, I thought that all the chastity belts had a unique key?!" J3N asked.
"Nah, they just tell you that as an extra safeguard to make you behave. All the belts do have a very good lock, but all use exactly the same keys. Otherwise it would be a logistical nightmare. I was sent a small box of like a thousand keys from Wsuioo when the 679 line was a few months away from being first released for sale, if they ever run low then I will just get a local locksmith to make thousands of copies." Z8C admitted with a chuckle.
"Will you be able to get home safely with the river so shallow? Especially if my husband refills all your empty bottles," J3N asked in concern.
"Not without Seth's help. He will have to tow my boat out to where it is very deep, and then make many trips in his small boat to bring all the full air bottles to load into my sailboat. It will take many hours of this before it's all loaded and ready for me to start sailing home." Z8C said gravely.
"Will you be able to make ends meet once you get home?" J3N asked gently.
"The extra oxygen from Seth will really help me, let me turn off my hydrolysis equipment for a while to reduce my power bills. My rooftop solar panels are only enough to fully run my hydrolysis equipment during the sunniest part of mid day, at all other times I need at least a bit of grid power to keep breathing. Seth's generosity will let me have more money to spend on food." Z8C said thankfully.
"How does my husband have so much oxygen to spare?" J3N asked.
"Your husband grows bliss grass, I saw it in among his wheat plants on the way to the farmhouse. Bliss grass is used to make heroin, and heroin is very expensive, so Seth can afford huge banks of solar panels and batteries to have power to spare. I'm programmed to have no part in the illegal drug trade, and anyone without some involvement in the drug trade on this planet will be very poor, too poor to afford a lot of solar panels. Especially with all the money I lose doing my duty to Wsuioo," Z8C said sadly.
Z8C finished refilling the bottles, and carried them back to the quad bike trailer. He then excused himself and had a well needed sleep on an out of the way corner of the concrete floor of the house.
J3N did not try to stop him, he looked terribly tired and exhausted. She instead respectfully explored her new house, being extremely careful not to move anything in the process.
The house was very clearly composed of a number of single story small kit homes, all joined together into a larger home. The concrete floor was not a single slab, but several slabs. The house was arranged in a line of connected kit homes on parallel concrete slabs.
On the left end of the house was the quad bike garage and a single small kit home, both on the same slab. This was clearly the oldest part of the house, the original slab floor. Heading towards the right end of the house was a series of steadily newer slabs with kit homes, all hard against the older sections with outside doorways pressed together, with the gaps sealed up and doors removed to form a continuous building.
The hydrolysis room, lounge room they had gotten married in, and kitchen Seth had gotten bread from were all part of the original kit home. Z8C was sleeping next to the doorway leading to the quad bike garage room, deliberately laying down to one side out of the way of anyone walking to the garage.
J3N checked the length of her air hose, wondering if she could reach the entire house. She was relieved to find that the tangled hose was apparently longer than the entire house, though it was knotted rather dangerously over itself and caught under furniture.
J3N did not like to interfere with clutter, but an air hose was life and death enough to override her instinct not to meddle. Nevertheless, she only untangled her own air hose, and only just enough to be safe. It was a long and fiddly process, but eventually J3N worked all the knots out of her air hose.
With that done, J3N gathered up her air hose and explored the newer sections of her home. She did not open any closed doors, programmed not to snoop without prior permission from her husband, but did very respectfully and slowly look inside every room with an open door. She saw a lot of storage furniture, lots of metal tables with tools and junk sitting on them, and the occasional metal kit chair.
The walls were covered by an entire pornographic library worth of naked lady posters, most of them many years old, but had no other decorations. The windows were all made of thick grimy perspex rather than glass, with silicone gel of some sort sealing all the gaps to keep out the weather. The windows were further reinforced with bars to keep out burglars.
She found numerous rooms that seemed to serve no purpose at all, empty but for the odd bit of clutter, and other rooms that were piled high with boxes. She found no proper toilets, but did find a bucket under a kit chair with a plastic toilet seat, near the toilet bucket was a grated floor drain with a water hose and a half empty box of bars of a locally produced brand of soap. Clearly Seth went to the toilet in the bucket, and then used soap and water to clean himself up afterwards. She saw no toilet paper.
She soon found what was apparently the laundry, all using hand wash methods, and J3N took especial note of this room, knowing that she would be spending a lot of time doing laundry for her husband from now on.
J3N was then thrilled to find a partially set up nursery room! It had an unopened cardboard box on the floor labeled INFANT OXYGEN TENT, with a picture of the completely set up product, a transparent tent with a crude airlock and a baby in a crib sitting inside it, with air tubes sticking out of the tent!
J3N put her hands over her heart in bliss, Seth was already preparing for when she had a baby! It was so touching.
The nursery room had a partially assembled metal crib, a box of brightly coloured plastic baby toys, pacifiers and baby bottles on a metal side table, and numerous other baby stuff. J3N wiped happy tears from her eyes, feeling so deeply touched that she was crying.
J3N returned to the toilet room, and used a lot of soap and water to carefully clean up her face after crying, being extremely fastidious. She found a tiny hanging wall mirror in the corner of the toilet room, and took advantage of it to tidy up her hair before continuing to explore.
In the newest end of the house, she found her husband Seth. He was sitting in a messy workshop room, absentmindedly fiddling with a small bit of machinery in his hands, staring off into space as he processed everything that had happened today, the way men tend to do in these sorts of life changing situations.
Seth heard her, and turned to face her, his eyes distant, mind far away. J3N did not come any closer, very carefully looking at his body language to gauge what he wanted her to do.
Her husband looked her up and down, and J3N did not move, knowing that any sudden movements would spook him. He took in her beautiful appearance for a few long moments, as she held absolutely still, and then his body language showed that this little view was all he wanted right now. J3N silently gradually slid out of the room to give him the space he clearly needed.
J3N deliberately moved very calmly to the other end of the house, to give her husband some space, and she returned to the lounge room, to wait until he was ready to come to her.
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Many hours later, J3N was still sitting patiently on the metal chair in the lounge room. Z8C was still fast asleep on the floor, his breathing slow and even. Like all Wsuian pedigrees, Z8C was bred to be perfectly content to sleep on even the most uncomfortable surfaces without complaint, and he clearly didn't mind sleeping on the hard concrete floor.
Seth still had not returned from the far end of the house, but the occasional shift of his air hose showed that he was still alive and well pottering around his house.
J3N was bored, but her instincts and indoctrination compelled her to stay put. Seth was clearly in his man cave, needing his space, and a 679 line wife was loath to ever disturb the sanctity of a husband in his man cave.
It was now getting dark outside. The sun was setting over the raised highlands outside, setting to the west like it would on Terra.
J3N had very little experience with sunsets. Back on Wsuioo, none of the buildings had had windows, just bare atomic bomb resistant concrete walls. The slave breeders didn't want their stock to have dreams, didn't want them gazing out a window at a world beyond the narrow scope of their slave duties.
As a wife pedigree, the 679 line were given brief educational field trips to the various outdoor biomes and terrains of Wsuioo, an unimaginable privilege designed to acclimatise them to the sorts of environments they might be sent to live in as wives.
Wsuioo might have a nightmarish human society, but it had extremely beautiful landscapes and seas, breathtakingly beautiful. Outside of the militarised human battery farms and slave labor factories, past the reinforced concrete and razor wire fences, Wsuioo was a green agrarian paradise.
Rolling fields of green genetically modified crops, huge forests of timber plantations, wide open deserts dotted with slave labor mines, icy snow caps trudged by lines of freezing cold slave pedigree women bred for hard labor, and magnificent oceans plied by container ships filled with human cargos in shipping crates.
Wsuioo was in so many ways nothing at all like 1D8V-44, but in one very specific way it was exactly the same, the unbreathable atmosphere. While 1D8V-44 might have an unbreathable atmosphere simply because it was primordial, the plants not yet having time to raise the oxygen levels even to one percent, Wsuioo had an unbreathable atmosphere by DESIGN.
The only oxygenated environments on Wsuioo was inside the buildings, ships and vehicles directly controlled by the excessive military of the planetary government. The atmosphere outside was artificially stripped of oxygen, stripped faster than the plants could make it. On Wsuioo, you only breathed if you breathed as a slave, to escape from the slavers was to forfeit your life.
J3N had been on highly policed field trips outside many times, always with air tubes in her nostrils, the tubes always connected to heavy military vehicles by long tubes, so she could acclimatise to the outdoors but never move a single step beyond the reach of the hose, seeing only what she was permitted to see. She had been outside so many times, but had never witnessed a sunset, never until she came to 1D8V-44 had she ever seen sunrise nor sunset.
J3N had been told that on certain planets, it was possible to remove the air hoses, and just breath the atmosphere! She had been so excited, dreaming of one day being able to just do away with breathing equipment outside of buildings, to be able to actually smell the flowers of the fields, to wander around outside without the bother of a heavy air bottle or the easily tangled air hoses.
J3N had sat in those oxygenated windowless buildings of the slave production farms, dreaming about the day when she would be able to freely breathe both inside and outside. Now instead she found herself in a place where she couldn't even breathe INSIDE!
It was a bitter blow to her very limited dreams, pretty much the only thing on her "bucket list" was to experience unaided breathing outside. It was a blow, but it could be SO much worse. To be born as a woman on Wsuioo, J3N really had won the lottery, hit the cosmic jackpot.
For her there was no being sent to a nasty brothel on Terra, no being locked away in the harem of some planetary governor as a plaything, to compete with a thousand other women for the attention of just one man. No walking the streets of some dangerous city as a hooker, and no brutal slave labor in the local industries of Wsuioo.
Rather than so many hideously awful fates, J3N was the lawful wife of a shy and gentle farmer who wanted to raise a family with her. She had cost Seth his entire life savings, so she would be cherished above everything else he owned.
While she would be breathing out of an air hose for the rest of her life, and in a slightly lonely location, in the scheme of things she had won the Wsuian lottery!
J3N pondered these things, and she felt intensely thankful, so grateful in fact. A husband who was too shy to even look at her on the first day was far more comforting than some aggressive man who might beat her up.
It started to get dark after the beautiful sunset, and J3N couldn't see. She had not been shown how to turn on the lights of the house, and was instinctively prompted to refrain from fiddling with switches, as this annoyed some men. She simply sat quietly in the dark, not being a bother.
J3N could see stars out the window, and looked at them until her neck got sore in the high gravity. She wanted to lay down to rest her neck, but she knew that the floor was filthy, and could not bear to be unclean. She was also getting hungry and thirsty, but couldn't see to get a drink and wouldn't eat in the dark.
J3N was then startled by Z8C stirring awake in the corner, having forgotten he was there. She gave a little squeak of fear, not an irritating scream but a much more pleasant sounding feminine noise of fear. Z8C immediately told her that it was only him, relaxing her. Seth seemed to hear the sound of J3N being afraid, and his boot steps sounded on the floor, lights popping on as he flicked light switches on as he walked through the house.
Seth turned on the lights to the lounge room, and held up a small revolver, scanning the room for threats.
"Your wife merely got startled when I woke up and made a noise in the dark, there are no intruders Seth," Z8C reassured him.
J3N squinted at her husband in the sudden bright light, partially blinded until her eyes accustomed to the light of the bright high efficiency light bulbs. Seth looked as if he had been tinkering in his workshop this entire time, simply losing all track of the time.
"I... Sorry, lost track of the time. Have you just been sitting in the dark all this time?" Seth asked.
"Yes husband, I didn't want to disturb you, so I have just been sitting quietly until you are ready for me to do something else," J3N said happily.
"I'm surprised you are not hungry yet," Seth said, not making eye contact with her.
"I am very hungry and quite thirsty too, may I please have some water?" J3N asked obediently.
"Um, yeah of course you can, you don't even need to ask. If you are ever hungry, the kitchen always has bread." Seth told her.
"Thank you Seth, would you like me to cook for you?" J3N asked sweetly.
"It's a bit late to start cooking something, maybe tomorrow if you like. I mostly just eat bread," Seth told her.
"Yes husband, I will cook for you tomorrow, anything you like. I will cook for you every day if you allow me," J3N said cheerfully.
J3N daintily got up and moved gently past Seth to go to the kitchen. She immediately found a messy clutter of half cut bread loaves, and dutifully used a knife impaled into a loaf to cut plentiful slices for 3 people. She impaled the knife back in the loaf as she had found it, and found 3 clean metal dinner plates to put the bread slices on.
J3N found a clean metal cup, and moved to a kit assembled fibreglass kitchen sink with a metal water faucet. She turned the faucet and clean rainwater came out. J3N drank many glasses of water, stopping only before it made her sick. She was quite dehydrated.
J3N then carried the plates of bread out to the lounge room, serving her husband and Z8C, before then returning to the kitchen to get the two men glasses of water. With that done, J3N sat down, and daintily ate the bread, breaking it into bite size chunks and putting it in her mouth by briefly lifting up her air mask.
The 3 of them ate in silence, Seth still very shy around J3N. When he finished eating, Seth excused himself and went into the quad bike garage. He lifted up the seat of the quad bike, and lifted out a large lightweight battery, carrying it inside and putting it in a recharge station. Apparently he had forgotten to do this earlier with the excitement caused by J3N.
Seth then pulled an identical fully charged battery out of an adjacent recharge station, and carried it to his quad bike, loading it under the seat and closing the seat back down over it. Seth unlocked the quad bike from the floor chain, and turned it on.
Seth ducked back inside for a second to put on a backpack air bottle, taking off the house air mask, and mounted the quad bike. The headlights and rear lights flicked on the quad bike, and Seth reversed it out and drove off into the darkness.
J3N could clearly see the bright red rear lights and white headlights of the quad bike as it drove off, illuminating it's forward surroundings with bright high beams. It drove straight to the farm shed near the river, and Seth got off his bike and opened up the shed with a key.
The quad bike was then turned around and the trailer backed inside.
J3N could then hear the clanking of gas bottles. A few minutes later, the quad bike drove out of the shed, and Seth dismounted to close and lock the farm shed, before then driving back to the garage.
J3N instantly noticed that the two full air bottles were no longer in the trailer, but in their place was a pile of empty bottles. Seth and Z8C immediately started carrying these empties to the hydrolysis room, hooking them up to compressors to refill them.
Seth then drove off again to get more, and J3N busied herself in the kitchen, washing up the plates and cups, and doing all the other washing up that Seth was clearly procrastinating over for the past few days.
J3N found 20 years worth of chores to be getting started on as the men refilled air bottles, being diligent and quiet as she stayed out of their way. It took slightly less than 20 minutes for Seth to bring all the bottles to the house, but the process of refilling the bottles a few at a time took over 2 hours.
When the men finally finished it was getting quite late. They reentered the lounge room to find it looking the cleanest it had been in years, with every single bit of clutter dutifully cleaned under and then returned perfectly to where it had lay.
Seth looked around in wonder, clearly not minding what she had done.
"What time are you wanting to get away?" Seth asked Z8C, changing the subject.
"The sooner the better, I have a long journey ahead of me. No later than tomorrow morning if possible." Z8C said frankly.
"Stay the night at least, I will give you some food to take with you, I have a lot of bread to spare, as a thank you for working so hard to get my, um, well, for working so hard to get here, at such a terrible time of year," Seth insisted.
"You are a life saver Seth, you really are saving my life with all your generosity. Thank you so much," Z8C said sincerely.
Seth nonchalantly brushed off the praise, and J3N felt deep respect for her generous husband.
"We had better all get some sleep, early start in the morning," Seth told them.
"Ok!" J3N said excitedly.
Seth shuddered with terrible nervous trepidation.
"Where do we sleep husband?" J3N asked with unconcealed lust.
"Just sleep tonight, have a very early morning, just sleeping," Seth murmured quietly.
"Yes husband," J3N agreed in total obedience to her imprinted husband.
"Z8C I'm afraid that I don't have a spare bed for you, maybe I can lay out some grain sacks for you to sleep on?" Seth offered.
"The floor is fine for me," Z8C said cheerfully.
Seth reluctantly agreed, and locked all the outside doors for the night, locking them in and any possible burglars out.
Z8C settled down on the floor where he had before, and J3N eagerly followed her husband to his own bedroom.
She was greeted by a kit bed frame with an inflatable air mattress on top of it. The air mattress had a threadbare see through under sheet that barely functioned as a mattress protector, and inflated pillow with no pillow case, and a crumpled up blanket and sheet at the foot of the bed.
The bedroom was extremely messy, with crumpled up clothes all over the floor, and tall stacks of hard pornography magazines with well thumbed corners next to the bed.
Seth looked extremely nervous, but closed the bedroom door after J3N entered. The bedroom door had an inch high gap under the bottom of the door, letting the air hoses slide under it very easily. Seth pulled a lot of hose length under the door for each hose, giving them a lot of hose slack to move around the room.
J3N peeled out of her dress, careful to free it from the air hose by briefly removing her mask. She then very daintily removed her sandals, standing in front of her husband wearing only her bra and chastity belt.
Seth looked at her with eyes wide, absolutely terrified.
J3N gestured to her chastity belt.
Seth gulped, but nodded, and pulled a key out of his pocket.
With trembling hands, Seth pushed the key into the lock of the chastity belt. The key slid in perfectly with a click. Seth turned the key, and the chastity belt unlocked.
The zip tie seals were still in place, and loosely held the belt closed. Seth pulled a pocket knife from his pocket and cut away the zip ties.
The chastity belt fell to the floor with a very loud clatter in the high gravity, revealing a flawless vagina and intact hymen.
J3N daintily removed her bra, and stood naked in front of her trembling husband, wearing nothing except her fully transparent air mask. Her vaginal folds glistened wetly in the presence of her husband, her brain hardwired to be completely sexually receptive to him.
J3N walked very slowly forward, right up to her fully clothed husband. She very gently took one of his calloused rough farmers hands, and gently placed it on one of her breasts.
Seth looked hypnotised, and softly ran his hand over her soft bulging breast, feeling the soft skin. J3N guided the other hand to touch her.
From this point onwards, Seth became steadily less shy, and steadily more excited.
For all his talk of going straight to sleep, he had now lost interest in merely sleeping. J3N gasped and moaned as her hymen was finally broken, and the husband and wife made love long into the night.
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To be continued.