Chapter 9(OB)
"You have reached the governor's office general inquiries," said the voice of a bored sounding geriatric man over the radio.
"Hello friend, this is Seth Renwick, how's it going your end?" Seth said conversationally.
"All is fine my end, the old gout is playing up a bit, but apart from that all is fine I guess," the man replied conversationally.
"Good to hear it, sorry to hear about the gout," Seth replied.
"Ah well, I will be 78 next birthday, I'm doing alright for an old man", the man rambled.
"Yeah? Well happy birthday in advance," Seth said friendlily.
"Thank you friend, you have yourself a fine day," the old man said and said nothing more.
Jen and Seth exchanged a glance.
Seth tried radioing the man again.
"Hello? You've reached, um, the governor inquiries, um I mean the general inquiries," the old man dithered.
"Hello, this is still Seth Renwick, I need to request a law be passed," Seth said.
"Um, well what did you have in mind?" The man asked in geriatric confusion.
"I need to get the governor to make it illegal to sell kids to pedophiles, especially the 600 line Wsuian "eternal child" model sex slave." Seth explained.
"The 600 what?" The man asked.
"It's a Wsuioo sex slave line bred for pedophiles, it stay 6 years old forever," Seth explained.
"Wait, I'm getting confused, start at the beginning," the man asked.
Seth explained the entire story to the man. The man however clearly had the beginnings of dementia and just got confused.
With a lot of dithering, Seth managed to get hold of someone further up the chain of command, and explained the entire story all over again.
"That's fucked up! I should shoot Z8C right now!" The new man exclaimed.
"No WAIT! Listen to me! Z8C is the one who told me to radio you about it! He wants it to be illegal as well!" Seth insisted frantically.
The radio man listened more carefully as Seth explained AGAIN the entire story.
The radio man called in yet more people and Seth had to keep repeating himself to yet more people. The people didn't listen properly and almost formed a lynch mob to kill Z8C until Seth managed to drum into their thick heads what he was saying.
"This is Jacob Stone the planetary governor, what the fuck is all this I hear about pedophiles on my planet!" an authoritative elderly male voice demanded over the radio.
Jen was truly astonished that they had gotten all the way to the top, only on a frontier world with a tiny population would an ordinary citizen even be able to talk to the governor! This planet REALLY was a crude affair!
Seth explained everything to the governor, making especial note that Z8C was completely innocent and in favour of the law change. The governor seemed to be smarter than his subordinates, and did not try to lynch Z8C.
"I can't believe I didn't make this illegal 40 years ago! Fucking hell! I don't read that porno filth, never saw the ads. No one brought it up till now. This shit is illegal right the fuck now! Thank you for having the common decency to bring this to my attention," the governor exclaimed firmly.
Jen gasped with astonishment, Seth had actually done it!
***...
A week later Jen was pretty much completely healed and doing chores around the house, Seth was out doing farm work, wisely leaving Jen to cook and clean. Until Jen fully acclimatised to the high gravity, Seth had forbidden her to work the farm, letting her focus on the much less physical job of being a housewife.
Jen had cleaned every inch of the house, even dusting the roofing frames. She had washed and folded every bit of fabric Seth owned, even the empty wheat sacks, which Seth had chuckled about.
Piles of now meticulously cleaned clutter lay exactly where Seth had left it, the beautifully cleaned air hoses had every single knot worked out of them, the dishes were all done, and wonderful meals were cooked morning noon and night.
Jen felt so blissfully happy as she put her house in order, she LOVED doing housework! She was bred for this, it gave her such intense satisfaction!
Jen smiled in bliss as she hung up her wedding dress and bra to drip dry on an indoor clothes line. The wedding dress was quite heavy when wet, but Jen was getting better at lifting it up to the line.
Jen was currently naked, owning no other clothes, but in this isolated place it was not immodest to walk around naked inside your own house. Jen did unfortunately need to use her arms to support the weight of her large breasts in the high gravity to prevent soreness. Her boobs weighed a TON in this gravity, and gave her dreadful back ache without the support of her bra!
Jen still didn't have panties. She was quite worried about what would happen if she had her time of the month without panties, it would be gross! Having periods in the chastity belt had been beyond disgusting, forever rushing to the bathroom to wash, virtually living on the toilet when the flow was at it's heaviest! She was just so thankful that she had finished her period a few days before arriving at 1D8V-44, so glad that Seth didn't see the mess!
Jen had tried on Seth's underpants, but they were too big for her. His trousers were too long for her legs and too big for her tiny waistline, his other clothes were also too big for her, as were his shoes. She had only what she had brought with her.
Jen of course knew how to sew and knit, but didn't have much to work with. Seth simply bought new clothes and gear off traveling boat merchants when the rivers were high, never mending old clothes and lacking even a needle and thread! Seth had promised to order clothes and sewing supplies for her after the next wet season, but that was several months away!
Jen pulled up a chair in the kitchen and sat on it backwards, resting her heavy boobs on top of the back rest for support. Jen knew that Seth loved her big boobs, but they sure were not meant for high gravity! Her back muscles were killing her from the weight!
Jen took her mind off her problematic mammaries, and instead watched the canned fish and garden vegetables roasting in the electric oven. Like almost everything else Seth owned, this oven had arrived in a space saving kit, and had been assembled by Seth himself.
The vegetables she was baking all came from a garden behind the house, all low oxygen strains of plants of course. The bathroom floor drain pipe came out directly onto the garden for year round irrigation, and the toilet bucket was likewise emptied directly onto the garden for year round fertiliser. After 20 years of this the back garden had some of the best soil in the entire farm and the vegetables grew well.
The fish she was cooking came in a can, and were not from 1D8V-44. According to the can, the fish came from an agri world called 55/9-ZX-Sigma-T-90, which Jen vaguely remembered the Habib's Pride stopping at early in the journey on the way here to 1D8V-44, just a mix of land and water like so many other planets had been. The cans of imported meat were a bit expensive, but Seth liked his meat and was prepared to pay the price to get it.
Seth mostly just lived on bread as his staple food however, eating astonishing quantities of the stuff. He liked meat too of course, but it was too expensive to eat much of it each week. He was not overly fond of vegetables, "greens" he called them, but did grudgingly eat them to prevent nutritional deficiencies. Jen was trying her best to find new ways to cook the vegetables to make them more palatable to Seth, and was having mixed success.
Jen wanted to get on with more chores, but couldn't do much until her bra dried, her boobs really were restrictive, too damn big. At the moment she was comfortable with the chair supporting their weight, but the moment she stood up she would be in pain. Oh the woes of big boobs!
Jen was not sure what drew her attention but she looked at the kitchen window. It took her a moment to notice a dark bearded face gazing in at her. Jen assumed it was Seth and smiled and waved.
The face went pale with sick desire, and with horror Jen noticed that it wasn't Seth's face that was looking in at her!
Jen screamed Seth's name and frantically covered herself, yelling loudly for Seth to come to her rescue. But Seth was miles away on the other end of the farm, out of hearing range!
***...
Jen backed frantically away from the strange man through the window, desperately covering herself with her hands and arms. The man gazed through the window at her with open mouthed wonder on his face.
Jen screamed but the stranger didn't move from the window, his eyes glued to her bare body like a magnet. Jen's heart was pounding hard, adrenaline surging through her body, but the man still didn't move, merely looking completely hypnotised by the sight of a flesh and blood beautiful naked woman.
Jen was pinned in place, not daring to move so long as the stranger didn't move, terrified that any move on her part would provoke him to rape her! She was horribly aware of just how vulnerable she was, a man used to the local gravity would be easily strong enough to overpower her, and she was already completely naked! She would be raped!
Then Jen remembered that all the doors were locked, strong metal doors that even a local couldn't break down. Relief flooded her and she fled to the laundry to put on her wet clothes.
The man followed her outside the house, moving from window to window to keep her in his sight. Jen very quickly got dressed, and the man looked disappointed but still transfixed by her even with clothes on.
The man said nothing to Jen, merely gawking at her, and she was programmed not to talk to strange men in this situation. She merely kept yelling for Seth to come.
This standoff continued to the point of absurdity, he just wouldn't leave! He was carrying an extra large twin air bottle backpack that must weigh a ton in this gravity, and seemed equipped to perv at her for several hours!
Jen was terribly afraid, but was also getting irritated. She was wearing a clammy wet dress that she'd very much like to remove, and had a mountain of chores that she couldn't get on with while this pervert was gawking at her!
The man eventually went to a door and knocked to be let in. He tried to open it and found it locked, and tried knocking again. Jen did not go near the door, and screamed in distress for Seth to rescue her.
The man tried every other door to the house, searching for a weakness, but thankfully found all doors securely locked. He tried to break down the door but couldn't budge it. He then tried all the windows, but found them all firmly barred with steel bars.
The man even tried to get in via the roof, jumping up and down on the corrugated iron roofing sheets in the high gravity to try to break his way inside to get at the beautiful woman. The corrugated iron dented terribly but miraculously did not give way. He then tried to break down every outside wall, and systematically probed every single part of the house for a weakness, but found no way inside.
Eventually after several hours, his oxygen supply seemed to get too low to safely stay any longer, and he fled away down to the river. She heard no sounds of a boat motor, but did see the tip of a very short sail poking above the top of the canyon. The sail tip moved down the river and was soon lost from sight.
Seth didn't return until after dark, having decided to skip her cooked lunch to get more work done. When he finally did return, he was far from pleased at hearing what happened, rather pissed off in fact.
***...
Jen held the revolver uncertainly, aiming at the empty tin can. Her hand was shaking terribly, mucking up her attempts at aiming.
Jen squeezed the trigger fearfully, and then dropped the revolver in fright as it made a terrifyingly loud BANG!
Seth squatted down and returned the revolver to her. Jen held it nervously, afraid of it going bang again.
This time Seth wrapped his arms around her, and placed his hands over the top of her own hands. He guided her hands to aim at the can, and pushed down on her finger to pull the trigger. The gun made another loud bang, but Seth stopped her from dropping it. The tin can fell off the rock it had been sitting on, hit by the bullet.
After nearly getting raped yesterday, Seth was insisting that Jen learn to use a gun, just incase this happened again. They were currently in a wide open bit of the farm with plenty of space, with empty tin cans set up on rocks as targets. The quad bike trailer was loaded with boxes of bullets beside them.
Seth owned two revolvers, the only guns he owned, both identical incase he lost one. They each carried only 6 bullets, using mere .22 caliber bullets. They had virtually no recoil, but Jen was being a wuss about the loud bang they made.
Seth was a very patient teacher, and Jen gradually learned to fire the gun without dropping it, but still couldn't hit any cans.
"You are doing fine Jen, keep trying," Seth encouraged her.
"Will I be able to hit a stranger, this is really hard," Jen asked anxiously.
"You probably won't have to even fire at him. You MUST NOT go shooting first and asking questions later, don't fire unless you have no other option available. The moment you pull out a gun, most people will back off, especially rapists," Seth said firmly.
"I don't have to fire?" Jen asked in surprise.
"No, it's better if you don't. These bullets won't even always kill a man, and if he's being shot at he might just pull out an even bigger gun of his own to defend himself. They are a deterrent, merely to make the other person think twice before trying something. A purely defensive weapon," Seth explained.
"Why don't you use a bigger gun?" Jen asked.
"Because I'm not a murderer, if I shoot someone, I only try to wound them, and then I personally nurse them back to health if I can. Too many people die around these parts from trigger happy morons." Seth said gravely.
"But why spare them if they mean you harm?" Jen asked in shock.
"If I go and shoot a local boy dead, then all his brothers and friends might go gunning for me in revenge. A lot of vendettas around these parts. I have on occasion been forced to shoot a local, but only wounded them, and then nursed them back to health until their brothers or friends come to collect them. The friends and relatives then gain respect for me, and a fight is avoided." Seth explained.
"But what if they get in the house! Shouldn't I kill them?" Jen asked.
"No, you mustn't kill them if possible. You need to avoid killing them at all costs. If you can't safely wound a rapist then just let him do what he came to do. I know it's horrible, but it's easier to recover from rape then to recover from all his buddies putting a bullet in your brain," Seth said sombrely.
"Just let him?" Jen asked obediently.
"Well, only if you have no other choice. These guys have not seen a woman in a long time, and they are starting to learn that I have one. If I had been present then I could have defused the situation just by talking to the guy. There are alternatives to violence in many cases." Seth explained.
"What would happen if the worst came to the worst? Would I die?" Jen asked.
"No, you wouldn't die, just be very unpleasant. If he had gotten inside, that local boy would have forced himself on you, emptied out his balls, and then come to his senses and left. Then I would find out who he was, radio some of the locals to tell them that he raped my wife, and the locals would pay the man a visit to punch some manners into him," Seth explained.
"What about the sheriffs? Don't they enforce the law?" Jen asked.
"You want a bunch of heroin farmers to involve the sheriffs? You are joking right?" Seth chuckled softly.
"No, we have our own ways of justice out here, no law involved, all settled ourselves," Seth explained.
Jen nodded and tried to hit another can, missing it widely.
"Until you can actually aim, your own revolver will be kept unloaded outside of firing practice. A rapist won't know that it's not loaded, and will still back off if you pull out the gun. I will adjust a holster belt to fit you, you will wear the belt at all times when I'm not around," Seth told her.
"Yes husband," Jen said obediently.
Jen practiced for 2 more hours before Seth took her back to the house. She had hit maybe 5 cans in that entire time. The bullets cost way less than a credit each, a local made brand that was widely sold locally, so were cheap enough to waste like this.
Jen did not see any strange men this day, but was on edge the rest of the day. Yesterday had been terrifying. She jumped at every slight noise, and carefully scanned every window she saw.
She was too on edge to get as many chores done as she would like today, she was just too afraid and tightly wound. The day was wasted, she felt.
Jen was almost sick with relief when Seth returned home that night, and ran to his side as soon as he arrived home. Seth locked the doors very carefully and immediately closed every curtain in the house.
Jen felt so relieved when she made love to her husband long into that night, only he should be the person to penetrate her, no other man! Seth alone must father her children, no one else was welcome!
Jen passionately got her husband to cum in her again and again, desperate to get pregnant as soon as possible lest some stranger contaminate her womb. With all her might she willed herself to get pregnant, it was absolutely imperative now!
Long long into the night they tenderly made love, and the feel of her husband inside her was more comforting to her fears than anything else right now. To a 679 line wife, getting pregnant to anyone other than her imprinted husband was absolutely unthinkable! Her instincts demanded that Seth MUST be the father!
Greedily her panicking instincts rode that cock, her anatomy hungry for the seed that it contained. Seth seemed to understand her desperation, and went far longer than he did most nights, to give her some peace of mind. Jen really had been sold to a keeper, her husband really was a great guy, just a wonderful husband.
Jen might be in a dangerous place populated by rapists, but as long as she had Seth taking such tender care of her, she didn't want to be anywhere else in the universe. She felt so loved.
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To be continued