Chapter 8(OB)
It was agonisingly long and tedious work harvesting bliss grass by hand, especially in the high gravity and relatively hot weather. Seth insisted that not a single bliss grass plant be left behind, explaining that it was worth a fortune.
The sun was soon shining brightly in the sky, an orange orb rather than a yellow orb, the colour of a slightly smaller star than the Terran sun. Jen was very fair skinned, but hadn't been sunburnt at all from the long days of sun exposure on the boat. 1D8V-44 did not have enough oxygen to form an ozone layer, so this could only mean that the small orange star did not produce much in the way of UV light. From what she could remember of her very few astronomy classes, she seemed to recall learning that smaller orange stars did not produce UV radiation.
It might not give her sunburn, but it was still very warm under the sun with the elevated local greenhouse effect. She was sweating heavily, and had to return to the quad bike trailer many times to drink from a water flask it contained.
Jen was trying her best, but was very new at this. Seth was gathering the harvest more than three times as fast as she was, filling several sacks before Jen even finished one. She just soldiered on implacably, but did still find it discouraging.
It took her over an hour to fill her first sack, and had harvested very little of the massive crop field for all her hard work. She was just not strong enough to keep up with Seth, and lacked his experienced skill to harvest quickly.
Her arms ached, her back ached, everything ached and hurt. It was HARD work. Even without the brutal high gravity it would have been hard work. With her entire body feeling heavier, it was intolerable.
The air bottle on her back was so heavy. Every time it was close to being almost a bearable weight, it was almost empty and had to be changed for a super heavy new bottle! The nearby farm shed had scores of full backpack bottles, to let them change bottles without returning to the house. Seth had mentioned that he had filled these bottles in the house a few days before Jen arrived and left them in the shed in readiness for the harvest.
It might save time, but Jen would have personally preferred to drive back to the house every time the bottle got low to give her poor body a rest!
As painful and gruelling as it might be, Jen was from Wsuioo, and people from her planet did not shy away from doing even the most gruesomely hard work. With the single mindedness of a servitor, Jen just ignored the pain and suffering, and worked as hard and fast as her agony wracked body could physically go.
***...
Jen was passed out from pain and exhaustion by the time Seth drove her home on the quad bike. It was WAY after dark.
They had been working nonstop, only briefly pausing to change air bottles and eat and drink. For their efforts they had, amazingly, cleared well over half a hectare!
It was Seth who deserved the credit for harvesting so much in a single day, he was just amazingly fast! Jen had gotten faster with practice, but had eventually collapsed with exhaustion, and had had to be carried back to the quad bike by Seth!
Seth had wanted them to keep working even later, but to her great shame, Jen was simply physically incapable of going on any longer in this high gravity. She felt really guilty for letting her husband down like this, so SO guilty!
Jen was groaning in terrible agony as every muscle in her body screamed at her, her muscles were swelling up quite badly from over 12 hours of the equivalent of a gym weight training workout. She had wanted to keep working, to keep fulfilling her husband's wishes, but several muscles seemed to have torn quite badly, and she could now hardly move under her own power.
The quad bike went over a particularly bad bump, and Jen screamed in agony. Seth got so worried that he pulled over and checked on her.
"Are you ok Jen?" Seth asked worriedly.
"It hurts," Jen sobbed softly.
Seth fumbled with a first aid kit, and pulled out a syringe and a metal spoon. He tapped a tiny amount of white powder onto the spoon, and used an electric camp stove to melt the powder into a liquid.
"Jen, this is a very small dose of bliss grass heroin. According to the brochures Z8C gave me about the 679 line, you are bred to not get addicted to heroin or other drugs. I made sure of it before I bought you, as the last thing I need is an addict on a heroin farm. This is only a small dose, but it will help the pain," Seth told her tenderly.
Jen nodded and Seth disinfected her arm with a gin swab, found a vein, and injected her with a very small dose of pure uncut heroin.
Jen moaned orgasmically as a feeling of wonderful pleasure flooded her brain, dulling some of the terrible pain so wonderfully! She felt almost completely better with the pain gone, and wanted to get up and keep working.
"No Jen, that's the heroin talking, you just take it easy as I get you home," Seth told her gently.
"Yes husband," Jen said obediently and relaxed as commanded.
Seth drove her home, as she basked in the intense pleasure of a heroin high and moaned softly in bliss. She now understood why it was called "bliss" grass, this really was absolute bliss!
Jen was only vaguely aware of her surroundings as the drug took more and more affect, she felt euphoric and blissful, but also quite drowsy, only half awake. She nodded off to sleep and slept for a long time.
***...
Jen awoke to screaming muscles, and nearly vomited into her air mask from the pain. She groaned in complete agony, unable to move a single limb without agonising pain.
"Easy Jen, easy, it's ok. Just relax," she heard Seth's voice say from behind her.
"Yes husband," Jen's programming said instantly in complete obedience, and she relaxed her body.
Jen was laying on her side in bed, still fully clothed except for her bare feet, and facing the pornography covered bedroom wall, back to the doorway. The bedroom window had it's curtain pulled closed, but the light of day creeped around the edges of the curtain to show that it must be daylight outside.
"How are you feeling girl?" Seth asked with tender concern.
"I feel awful, I have never known so much pain," Jen admitted wretchedly.
She felt Seth sit down on the air mattress behind her, and groaned slightly as the air mattress shifted slightly under her. Seth put a comforting hand on her arm, and made soothing noises.
Jen held still as Seth ran his hands all over her body, not over her intimate areas but over her muscles, checking for injuries. Jen moaned in agony as Seth bent and straightened her limbs experimentally, but did not offer any kind of resistance.
Tears ran down her face as her limbs were moved around in a full range of motions. Her muscles were clearly torn and the mere movements were causing the most agonising cramps! Seth massaged her screaming muscles with impossibly strong fingers, and she could only sob in pain, psychologically incapable of resisting her imprinted husband from doing even the most painful things to her body.
Jen had been bred with the understanding that some men were sadists who enjoyed torturing their wives, and deliberately programmed to let them if they wished. Jen started involuntarily making sexual noises designed to excite sadists, and became automatically wet as her husband "tortured" her.
"Golden throne Jen, you really are insatiable! I'm not trying to get frisky with you, I'm just doing what the radio doctor advised," Seth said seriously.
"Radio doctor?" Jen asked.
"Yeah, last night when I got you home I got on the radio, got in touch with a doctor in Town 1A, told him what happened. He thinks that you have torn muscles, from repetitive strain injury in higher gravity than you are accustomed to," Seth explained.
"I'm so sorry for this husband, I feel ashamed," Jen apologised profusely.
"Don't be ridiculous. The doctor actually shouted at me for working you in the field so soon, really put me in my place. I'm man enough to admit when I am wrong, this was no way to treat a lady so new to this gravity. I'm so sorry that I did this to you Jen," Seth said humbly.
"I am your property, to do with as you wish. If you want me to work in a field then I work in a field, I obey your every command in complete obedience," Jen replied with complete submission.
"Damn Jen, those slave farms really messed you up didn't they?" Seth said gravely.
"Yes husband," Jen said, incapable of being offended by Seth's highly insulting remark and instead forced to agree with him.
"Jen, you are my wife now, you are not a slave anymore. You are now a free woman, everything I own is shared with you. You don't have to be afraid anymore," Seth said with deep tenderness.
"I am not afraid Seth, I used to be afraid, but not anymore. I know that you will always take care of me," Jen replied tenderly.
"You don't have to just blindly obey me, not if it injures you like this," Seth told her.
"I am incapable of ever disobeying you Seth. For as long as I live I will never be able to be disobedient to you. A 679 line CANNOT disobey her imprinted husband. Decades of research and development went into designing the 679 line genetic code, with generations of prototype test models to iron out the bugs. You paid for complete flawless perfection, I am incapable of anything except total obedience to you Seth," Jen explained sympathetically.
"That's a lot of pressure on me Jen, I need you to not be stupid, to have some common sense and avoid getting hurt. I can't always just micromanage you all the time to keep you safe, I need you to think independently for yourself," Seth said unhappily.
Jen felt absolutely terrible for disappointing Seth, and bent her head in shame.
Seth noticed her expression and shifted on the bed. He carefully rolled Jen over to face him, causing her to cry out in agony. Jen looked at him, and saw only tender concern on his face.
"I'm sorry Jen, that was mean of me to say. Z8C did explain to me that you would be totally obedient, I just assumed that it was only during sex and big decisions. I didn't think that you would work yourself nearly to death just to obey me," Seth said placatingly.
"I'm so sorry to, I have upset you, I have let you down, I'm so terribly sorry," Jen apologised.
Seth stroked her long blonde hair comfortingly, and after a pause he lay down beside her on the bed. Seth didn't make love to her, but put an arm around her and pulled her into an agonising cuddle. He patted her hair and she relaxed her head against his shoulder.
"The doctor said that you are to rest for at least a week, to let your muscles heal. Absolutely no strenuous exercise. If you don't get better in a few days then you may need the doctor to come out here in person. I want you to stay in bed today, not go anywhere without me with you. I won't leave the house today, if you need the bathroom or anything else then call out for me to come," Seth said tenderly.
"What about the harvest?" Jen asked.
"Screw the harvest, I care more about my wife than a field of wheat grains," Seth insisted.
"But will the bliss grass be safe?" Jen asked.
"It will be fine, the wheat will just drop it's seeds, the stalks will still obscure the bliss grass. That wheat is worth maybe a few hundred credits tops, it's money lost but money we can live without for the moment," Seth reassured her.
Jen nodded and just relaxed into that wonderful cuddle. For the rest of the day she was nursed by her husband, carrying her to the bathroom when she needed to go and generally taking care of her.
Jen felt deeply touched by how well she was being treated, this really was better than anything she could have hoped for. Seth really was the perfect husband to this helpless slave wife!
***...
For the next few days Seth did not leave the house, completely neglecting his mountain of farm work. Jen was able to walk again on the second day, but Seth still fussed over her tenderly.
Jen felt so amazingly well cared for, really so deeply touched, it was so romantic! She was pampered and fussed over so sweetly, giving her such gooey feelings in her heart, he really was such a gentleman.
Today was early in the third day of being nursed and Jen was currently sitting quietly in Seth's radio room of the house as Seth did stuff with machinery in his workshop room. Z8C should be arriving home some time this morning today, delayed this long as it took longer to sail north against the wind. In actual fact he should have arrived yesterday, but his radio frequency was still silent.
Jen had been given radio duties for something to do, and sat at a table with radio equipment on it, listening to the crackling static of Z8C's frequency for any hint of a signal. To pass the time, Seth had given her a stack of his pornographic magazines to thumb through. He had so little to read that it was either porn or some sort of manual or other such technical book.
Jen gently folded out centrefold displays of naked women with vague interest, mostly in the hope of learning more about what Seth liked. She read highly questionable sexual account articles about plumbers having sex with the daughters of planetary governors, about imperial guardsmen receiving fellatio from sisters of battle, and other such fanciful nonsense.
The ads for Wsuian sex slaves interested Jen far more than the discreditable articles, with everything from the 388 line Governor Concubine model to the 501 line Dominatrix model, all for sale to anyone with the cash to buy them. No matter what you were into sexually with with human females, Wsuioo had a line to fulfil the fantasy.
Jen read one of the ads:
"Got a thirst for milk? The 3 line "dairy" model can quench your thirst! Originally bred to be wet nurses in the slave farm nurseries on Wsuioo, the 3 line dairy model produces copious amounts of milk! A must have purchase for any lactation fetishist, she is yours to own forever for the low low price of 70000 credits! Buy yours today!"
Jen read another ad:
"Into puke fetish? The..."
Jen very quickly stopped reading that particular ad!
Jen read through ad after ad of different pedigrees for sale, some of them bred for truly disturbing sexual fetishes. From masochistic lines that grew back entire limbs if some sick sadist hacked them off, to piss fetish lines who produced truly astonishing amounts of urine, a line existed for anyone with the money to buy them.
It was deeply disturbing even to Jen. Growing up in the slave farms alongside these other lines, getting to know these girls as actual people, and then to see them advertised for these hideous hideous roles, it was just so heartbreaking. Jen had of course known what these lines were designed for on an intellectual level, but to see them advertised with graphic photos in a porno magazine like this, it just really made it somehow seem more real.
Jen was soon in tears as she found more and more of these ads, some of them were truly disturbing!
Particularly disquieting was the 600 line "eternal child" model. It was a line that completely stopped growing, both physically and mentally, by the age of 6 years old! Bred especially for pedophiles, the 600 line never grew up, just stayed a 6 year old girl forever, not just the body but also the mind!
The ad for the 600 line upset Jen so much that she broke down in loud sobs. Seth heard her sobbing and came running to check on her.
"What's wrong Jen?" Seth asked in concern.
Jen couldn't speak coherently through her sobbing and just pointed urgently at the ad. Seth read it curiously and then cringed in deep disgust.
"They're 6! Just 6 years old!" Jen sobbed loudly.
"It's fucked up. I always deliberately skip over the ads, I only look at the centrefolds and other naked lady pictures, can't stand seeing those ads," Seth said grimly.
Jen pointed at the contact details on the ad of this locally printed magazine:
"To purchase your very own 600 line eternal child, contact Z8C in town 1A..."
***...
It was perhaps a less than opportune moment, but 30 seconds later, the radio crackled to life on Z8C's frequency.
"I am home safely J3N, just finished unloading the boat and locking it to its moorings," Z8C's voice crackled over the radio.
Seth instantly grabbed the microphone on their end and said, "roger that Z8C".
"Is that you Seth?" Z8C asked.
"Yeah Z8C, this is Seth Renwick. How was your journey?" Seth confirmed.
"Got caught in a big storm on the way back, nasty business. Without those refilled air bottles I would not have made it back alive. You saved my life Seth," Z8C replied gratefully.
"I'm glad to hear it," Seth said quietly.
"How is J3N going?" Z8C asked.
Seth handed her the microphone.
"I'm here," Jen sobbed.
"What's wrong Mrs Renwick? Are you ok?" Z8C asked.
Seth used the microphone.
"No she's not ok. She just found one of your ads for the 600 line in an old porno magazine in my house. You really selling little kids to pedophiles!?" Seth demanded.
"The 600 line eternal child model? No I have never sold one, in my 40 years of doing business on 1D8V-44 I have never sold one of the 600 line. I don't even make those ads, Wsuioo sends the ads directly to the publishers of those magazines by astropath. Wsuioo pays for the ads not me, they do that on every planet with a resident S41 line salesman," Z8C stated matter of factly in a confused tone.
"Thank the golden throne! I knew that you couldn't be that big a prick to advertise something like that!" Seth exclaimed in relief.
"I don't decide the product lines Wsuioo produces. The 600 line has always been controversial. It is the most often line to be declared illegal to buy on a lot of planets, a lot of planets even give the death penalty to anyone buying, selling, or in possession of a 600 line eternal child model. At the moment it is not illegal to have a 600 line model on 1D8V-44, if you want to make it illegal then you should speak to the planetary governor," Z8C advised.
"I will do that today," Seth confirmed adamantly.
"I personally think that it should be discontinued as a line, it is bad for business, upsets our other customers," Z8C opined.
"Plus it's evil," Seth added.
"If you start picking and choosing which type of slavery you consider evil, you'll soon find yourself on a very slippery slope. Before you know it, you'll find yourself advocating to abolish slavery altogether!" Z8C exclaimed, as though this idea was utterly unthinkable.
"I don't want to get all philosophical, but selling kids to pedophiles should be illegal. I will ask the governor as soon as I stop talking to you," Seth said.
"Please do, I'm all in favour. Apart from being upset by the 600 line, is everything ok?" Z8C asked.
"No it's not, Jen, I changed her name to Jen, Jen is injured, muscle tears from working in the fields 4 days ago," Seth told him.
"Oh no! Is she ok now?" Z8C asked in alarm.
Jen spoke in the microphone.
"I am being well cared for by my wonderful husband. My muscles are starting to heal now," Jen said happily.
The rest of the radio conversation went more smoothly from then on. Z8C told them about his journey getting home, and the married couple told Z8C an edited version of Jen's health and married life in general.
Z8C eventually reminded them that he hadn't slept properly in days, and politely took his leave of the radio. Seth then retuned the radio to talk to the general inquiries office of the planetary governor.
***...
To be continued.