Chapter 12(OB)
One evening, Seth and Jen were eating dinner together. Seth had just come home a few minutes ago, and the sex had not yet begun.
Seth and Jen had a routine that they followed most nights. The night started with Seth coming home to a hot cooked meal. After the meal the pair got naked and bathed together, first washing each other and then having sex in the bathroom. The pair then gradually migrated from the bathroom to the bedroom, and just kept having sex until Seth fell asleep.
Seth described this arrangement as "heaven", but it unfortunately left little time for Jen to talk to Seth much each night.
The morning ritual was very similar to the night ritual, except in reverse order. It started with Seth and Jen waking up and sleepily having sex in bed. They then moved to the bathroom, were Seth would usually take a brief morning dump in the toilet bucket, clean himself up with a lot of soap and water, have yet more sex with Jen, gradually bathe with her, have yet more sex, run late, throw on some clothes, and grab water and bread to take with him as he hurried out the door to start working.
It was a system that left Jen with precious little time to really strike up a conversation with Seth. Jen was programmed not to be overly chatty during, after, or just before sex, as this was considered irritating to men. She was programmed not to annoy men with a lot of chatter, mostly just being submissive, sexually receptive, and quiet.
Seth had clearly been having the time of his life with Jen, and she was anxious to keep pleasing him, but she still knew so little about him. She loved him so utterly, but she didn't even know the first thing about him! He had not been forthcoming with information about his origins or past, and Jen had demurely not probed for information.
Right at this moment, Jen had a rare moment in the day where she could actually have a brief conversation with Seth. She decided that she had to try to get to know him more.
"May I ask you a question Seth?" Jen asked submissively.
Seth paused in his eating, mouth still full of food, and nodded for her to ask her question.
"Where are you from? Were you born on 1D8V-44?" Jen asked respectfully.
Seth paused to swallow his mouthful, and spoke.
"I'm originally from Holy Terra itself, the good old home world," Seth said proudly.
Jen gasped and instantly placed her palms together in devotion. Seth chuckled at her response but superstitiously repeated the gesture with his own hands.
"How did you come to be here on 1D8V-44?" Jen asked curiously.
"From my father I guess I got the idea. Pa was a drug dealer, sold Heroin to junkies in mid level Matlludd Hive, to keep me, my brother Toby and Ma fed." Seth recounted.
"In Matlludd Hive the job opportunities are few outside of crime, the locals do what they must to just survive. We're criminals, but not bad people, just doing what we need to to get by."
"Pa was a career street level dealer, sold bliss grass heroin on the streets. From his supply connections he found out where the bliss grass was originating from, had a lot of connections old Pa did."
"Take me the whole night to tell the story, I'll tell you the entire story another day. But the short story is that Pa knew exactly where I needed to buy land, and knew exactly the right people to get me started. He borrowed a heap of money so I could buy this land and set up this farm. Been out here for 21 years, never saw my Pa again, but I have a far better life than street dealing in Matlludd Hive, far better life," Seth finished.
Jen listened with rapt attention, but was too demure to press for more information.
"I will tell you the whole story later. Been a long day out in the fields today, I'm a bit too tired to tell the story tonight," Seth apologised.
"Yes husband," Jen said obediently, and the pair resumed eating.
As quickly as it had come, this precious little moment of time to talk ended, as Seth and Jen finished eating. The pair stripped naked just outside the bathroom, putting the clothes in a messy pile for Jen to sort through in the morning, and entered the bathroom to bathe.
With sex so imminent, Jen was instinctively compelled to cease all unnecessary chatter, and all talk from this point revolved around either bathing or sex. Once again the time of sex began, the sex that dominated such a large amount of Jen's waking moments together with Seth.
Jen certainly didn't mind having sex with her imprinted husband, quite the reverse. She LOVED having sex with him, was absolutely insatiable around him. Seth's mere presence was enough to make her get at least a little bit damp, and at the slightest hint of sexual interest from him Jen became instantly fully wet. She got intense pleasure from his touch, found sex with Seth completely intoxicating.
Sex was actually Jen's favourite time of the day, and her favourite thing to do. She did not resent it, and certainly was a very willing participant. Jen wasn't complaining about all the sex she got, not even a suggestion of being unhappy to spend so much of her time having sex, nothing like that! She was just merely curious to learn more about the man who gave her so much pleasure and love.
Jen's love of sex was hardly remarkable for a Wsuian, whether male or female, most lines of Wsuian people were an extremely randy bunch. Jen had seen some crazy stuff growing up on Wsuioo, that chastity belt had been essential! Her people really did like their sex.
If a group of the gentle and docile common as muck 1 line "worker" model women were left together in the same room as the aggressive testosterone filled common S1 line "guard" model men without an S99 line "officer" model man to give them orders and keep them in line, the workers and guards would very quickly start having sex.
Entering into the sex industry had originally been a fluke. At one time Wsuioo had just been a nightmarish East European descended communistic society of controlled births, sterilised population, and eternal slave labor. It had just so happened that the cultural beliefs of Wsuioo had demanded that sex be the one pleasure not denied to the slave communes, so long as they successfully exceeded their daily production quotas.
With literally no other pleasure available to them in life, the people of Wsuioo had relied on sex like a drug to get them through their lives of slavery, and had such absurd amounts of sex when able to that the culture became hyper sexualised. The genetic engineers who designed the genomes of the people had gotten caught up in this hyper sexualised culture as well, and bred a great love of sex into their stocks, exacerbating the problem.
When agents of the imperium had first visited the newly conquered Wsuioo thousands of years ago, they had found a bizarre society of nightmarish slavery, were everyone had terrible lives of oppressive slavery, but made up for it by having truly astonishing amounts of sex. One of these off world visitors had suggested exporting some of the sex mad female slaves to the sex industry of the Imperium, and the formerly impoverished planet of Wsuioo had soon had more money flowing into the place than they knew what to do with!
In the thousands of years since then, the genetic engineers of Wsuioo had mastered the science of breeding some of the most hyper sexual stunningly beautiful women in the entire human race, and Wsuioo now had a quadrillion credit economy.
It had come at a terrible price however, a price that might one day destroy Wsuioo. This price was the creation of the Slaaneshi Daemon Princess MA7, a Wsuian 1 line worker model woman who had succumbed fully to her Wsuian hyper sexuality, embraced the filthy worship of the unholy chaos lust god, and was now an immortal daemon of the ruinous powers. MA7 now commanded an army of heretics and monsters, and everyone on Wsuioo was terrified that she might one day decide to "return home".
Jen was a member of this hyper sexualised heritage, a Wsuian woman who liked her sex as much as the next Wsuian. One saving grace of being a Wsuian sex slave, as opposed to a regular human sex slave, was that a Wsuian sex slave LIKED it. Every Wsuian whore in every brothel in the galaxy had a ravenous sexual appetite, as horny for every man who walked into their brothel as Jen was horny for Seth.
These women were genetically engineered to have sex, perfected over thousands of years into some of the best whores in the galaxy. Jen's 679 line was a slightly modified version of these whore lines, bred to focus thousands of years of whoring instincts onto just one man.
Yes Jen was a person, yes Jen was a chaste and gentle lady. But for her husband in bed, Jen was a complete and total whore, as pleasing and insatiable in bed as almost any Wsuian woman was. Jen did not resent her husband for having so much sex with her, she LOVED it!
Jen put all questions of Seth's origins out of her mind, and enjoyed a fantastic night of her favourite activity in the entire universe. The mindless fleshy delights of sex filled her, and it was too wonderful for words.
***...
The next morning followed the usual routine, with far too much sex, and far too little getting ready, until Seth had to drag himself away from Jen and race out the door like he usually did.
Jen felt so cherished when Seth did this, it really made her feel so loved when he had to muster so much effort just to drag himself away from her. Jen smiled blissfully to herself as Seth drove away, she was just so in love with her adoring husband.
With all the sex this morning, Jen had not been able to talk much to Seth. He had been absolutely all over her. He had paused only to poo and clean his bum, and Jen had instinctively not talked to him on the toilet, as this irritated some men. The rest of the time had just been sex sex sex!
Jen was still naked, laying semiconscious on the bathroom floor with Seth's seed softly oozing out of her very satisfied nether regions. Jen had not yet recovered her strength from the energetic love making, and was panting slightly.
Jen gradually recovered, and did a poo in the toilet bucket and had another wash to get herself all cleaned up. She then left the bathroom to get breakfast, not bothering to dress yet. After breakfast Jen washed up in the kitchen, needing to sit backwards on a chair for boob support to stop her back hurting, before then moving to gather the dirty clothes from last night.
Jen was forced to put her dirty bra back on for a while and she hand washed Seth's clothes in the laundry. The laundry was little more than a selection of laundry buckets, a rain water hose, a washboard and some ceiling washing lines. The laundry had a securely locked metal door leading out to the back garden, with an additional washing line outside.
Jen washed her dress and Seth's clothes, hung them up to dry inside, and then took off and washed her bra. Jen then put on her sandals and pistol belt, carefully made sure that no strange men were outside the house, and cautiously went outside to empty the toilet bucket over the back garden, still naked.
Jen hurried back inside and locked the door, and gave the toilet bucket a very thorough clean. Jen then briefly bathed yet again, as she was extremely fastidious about her hygiene. Every time Jen bathed, she also brushed her teeth, being obsessed with maintaining oral hygiene, but Seth was starting to get worried about how much of the finite supply of toothpaste she went through on a daily basis.
Jen was then forced to wait for her bra to dry before she could do any more chores, as her back was now killing her! She went out to the kitchen and sat backwards on a chair for some much needed boob support, and read one of Seth's old porno magazines on the high gravity reading stand for something to do as she waited for her bra to dry.
Jen deliberately didn't look at the ads for Wsuian sex slaves, and instead read an educational article titled "how to make her moan", that left her feeling flustered at the thought of Seth doing those suggested things to her! Jen was too chaste to masturbate when Seth wasn't around, but was still thinking some rather naughty thoughts about Seth right now!
Jen quickly put the magazine away before she got too unladylike, and instead read a book about farm machinery to remain virtuous. Jen firmly believed that it was sinful for her to focus on her own pleasure, her holy duty was to please her husband, not think these sinful thoughts about her husband focusing on HER pleasure! The very idea was scandalous!
Jen glanced at the fully repaired perspex window, and was relieved to see no faces gazing in at her. The masturbators were all gone now, and no one ever disturbed her privacy anymore.
The entire house was fully repaired now, with every dented iron sheet replaced, every window fully repaired with new perspex. The 4 attempted rapists had done a good job, and the house actually looked nicer than it had originally!
Jen really needed a second bra. For a few hours each morning she was completely unable to get much done as she waited for her bra to dry. 679's like Jen did not produce the offensive body odours that "normal" humans produced, and didn't even bother with deodorant as there was nothing to deodorise in the first place. Her sweat was clean and odourless, so pure that Seth had said that it tasted like rain water. Jen intellectually knew that she probably didn't need to wash her bra every day like this, but she was bred to be so obsessively fastidious that she couldn't bring herself to not wash her clothes every day if able to do so.
Jen also needed some proper shoes. Her wedding sandals were durable, but did not protect anything except the bottom of her feet. They were fine to wear inside, but when she had helped Seth harvest bliss grass a few weeks ago, her feet and toes had gotten scuffed up and filthy. Every time she went to the back garden to empty the toilet bucket or tend the plants or even just gather some vegetables to cook, she had to trudge through 21 years worth of muddy sediment that had originally originated from a human backside!
Jen gazed out the window at the sky outside, really hoping that it would rain today. Jen's obsessive daily personal hygiene, combined with all the water wasted during bathroom sex, was really eating into the level of the house rainwater tanks. If it didn't rain soon then Seth would need to get water from the emergency rainwater tanks scattered throughout the farm, which was a lot of work in the high gravity.
The river always had water all year round, but it apparently wasn't safe to drink. When people on boats needed to poo, they usually went in buckets, but they then used soap to clean their bums directly in the river, contaminating the water with faecal matter. Manure runoff from the farms further contaminated the river, making it quite hazardous to drink this far up river.
The faecal matter gradually rotted away as it went further down the river, and the bacteria starved to death in the lifeless waters very quickly as one got closer to the ocean until it was pretty close to being sterile, but this safe river water was over a day's journey away by boat, and no use to them this far inland.
Pumped bore water from the wind pumps was another option, but it apparently had such high mineral content that it was not advisable for humans to drink, and would cause a lot of fouling buildup in the house water pipes.
If worst came to the worst, they would simply have to boil river water to drink, but this would be a tedious and power consuming process. Hopefully it would just rain again soon to refill all the house tanks.
Jen got bored of the farm machinery book, and moved to the radio room to fill in some time. She turned on the radio and flicked to Z8C's frequency for a chat. The speakers instantly filled with chatter between Z8C and some prospective customer about purchasing a 679 line wife. Jen quickly changed frequency to give Z8C some privacy, he was obviously busy doing his job and Jen didn't want to eavesdrop.
Jen flicked through frequencies at random and caught a lot of chatter between various people, everything from calling for grain boats to collect grain from farmers to friends chatting to each other. Jen wasn't a snoop and didn't listen in on anything that sounded personal or private.
The local radio waves had very fine frequency ranges between each registered radio user. If you were even slightly off the exact frequency then you ended up talking to the wrong person. The 1D8V-44 radio frequency book, "phone book" Seth called it, had over 50 thousand personal registered frequencies listed, all with incredibly narrow band width between the frequencies to fit all of them on the long range wavelengths.
There were over 50 thousand frequencies, but some people clearly had more than just one frequency. A lot of the local businesses had multiple frequencies registered to them to let them talk to multiple customers over the radio at the same time, and some people had both a "work" frequency and a "home" frequency. Even some of the larger boats had their own listed frequency, presumably to let them communicate on the move, and every tugboat in the space port had a frequency of their own.
This made a mockery of any attempt to guess the planetary population size from the phone book, especially as some of the more impoverished farmers seemed to share a frequency in little groups sharing a single radio to save money, understandable given the price of sophisticated enough radio gear to cope with so many tiny band frequencies.
Radio equipment this precise was far beyond the local industrial sophistication, and was clearly all imported from off world. Seth's own radio equipment was a mix of second hand military surplus radio gear from the excessive armed forces of Wsuioo. Wsuioo liked to change their military equipment every few years, as money was no limitation for them, and sold their old gear off in huge bulk sales to off world merchants every few years to get rid of it.
This military grade radio gear Jen was using was easily sophisticated enough for handling the local frequencies, built with typical Wsuian perfectionism in one of the slave labor factories on Wsuioo.
Jen referred to the phone book and tuned to a local radio station, a "proper" radio station rather than a "phone", the sort of radio station that played music and gave local news.
Jen listened to the latest popular music hits from Terra, all with propaganda heavy lyrics about doing one's duty to the Emperor. The long wave frequencies did not have enough information carrying capacity to get a properly crisp sound of some of the instrumentals, and random static ruined the songs at random times.
It was sub optimal sound quality, but Jen still enjoyed the propaganda music. She hummed along to the particularly catchy current number one hit song, titled "Pay your taxes". The singer was singing too fast for Jen to be sure about all the lyrics, but the tune was extremely catchy.
The station periodically paused in playing songs to run advertisements for local businesses, and every half hour it gave news and the weather.
"Continent 4 continues to be ravaged by savage storms on the East coast, boats are advised to avoid the area for the next week if possible. All locals are advised to remain inland and away from the coast at all costs." The radio weather report announced.
Jen still didn't fully understand the geography of 1D8V-44, and hadn't yet seen a map of the entire planet. Jen and Seth lived on continent 1, which held the space port and planetary capital, but this wasn't the only continent apparently. This weather report hinted that there must be at least 4 continents, but it never mentioned continent 3, apparently because continent 3 currently had no people living on it, which meant that it was possible that more than 4 continents existed, with the extra continents being simply uninhabited.
"The other coasts of continent 4 can expect scattered showers, with dry conditions further inland."
"Continent 2 can expect dry and sunny conditions on all coasts, with some morning frosts further inland but otherwise calm weather,"
"Continent 1 can expect a chance of rain this afternoon on the east coast and inland regions south of the space port..." the radio announced.
Jen cheered, she lived on the east side of continent 1, and south of the space port. She ignored the rest of the weather as it didn't concern her, and instead devotedly prayed to the Emperor to let it rain.
"Pay your taxes, pay your taxes," Jen sang absent mindedly, the earlier song now stuck in her head.
***...
A little while later Jen's bra was dry enough to wear, and she very gratefully put it on. Her heavy boobs pushed upwards under the ample support, and Jen sighed in relief as some of the terrible strain was taken off her back muscles. Jen had a wonderful stretch, thanking the Emperor for the invention of bras, and could finally get some stuff done.
Jen's dress took longer to dry than her white lace bra, so she left it hung up to dry. She might not even end up wearing it today, as it wasn't needed now that she once again had complete privacy, wearing it just made one more thing to wash tomorrow.
As long as she had her bra on, Jen got by pretty well. She was pregnant so would be spared any menstrual flow until after the baby was born, and no one ever came over to the house anymore unless they first saw Seth's quad bike parked in the garage, not wanting to be accused of harassing Jen.
Jen's wedding dress would no longer fit soon, as her pregnant belly was very gradually getting bigger each day. It was getting uncomfortably tight to wear now, as it was quite tight fitting. To be honest her bra was getting a bit tight too now, her boobs were getting bigger from the pregnancy, starting to spill out the top of the bra. Seth had described this situation as "perfect", so Jen wasn't overly unhappy about her boobs swelling up.
Wearing only a bra, Jen got to work meticulously cleaning the house and cooking food. She swept and scrubbed the floor, mopping it three times just to make sure it was clean. She ruthlessly hunted down every last speck of dust that had gathered since she cleaned yesterday, getting under furniture and over the tops of door frames to find and remove every last microscopic particle of dust that might exist.
She found chores so petty that no one else would bother doing them, cleaning stuff like engine parts that really don't mind being greasy. By mid afternoon the entire house was clean enough to pass muster as a surgery operating theatre and Jen felt so satisfied with the job well done that she was sighing in contented bliss.
Jen looked out the window hopefully, hoping for rain. The weather reports were less than perfectly accurate here, and sometimes got it wrong. To be fair the weather report had only said that rain was possible, not certain, but Jen was still feeling hopeful.
It had only rained a few times since Jen had been here, but she was getting to notice patterns each time it rained. Today it was especially humid, and getting worse by the hour. That usually resulted in rain.
Wearing only a bra, Jen's slender hairless body was coping quite well with the humidity. It was 32 degrees centigrade inside the house according to the wall thermometer, which Jen's tiny body could cope with quite well. As long as it stayed below 37 degrees centigrade, Jen could cope no matter how humid it got.
She was sweating a lot, but her clean sweat was not making the house dirty, so Jen didn't mind at all. Jen had yet another bathe, just in case she had gotten dirty from the cleaning, brushing her teeth again and using yet more water and soap.
Jen looked at the box of soap bars in the bathroom worriedly. The box had been emptying at an alarming rate since Jen arrived.
The half empty box of cheap yellow soap would usually have been enough to last Seth until after the next wet season in several months time. But at the rate Jen was burning through it they would not last half that long. Shampoo and toothpaste were likewise getting low at an alarming rate, and Seth was getting worried.
Jen liked to be completely clean at all times, and on a dirty farm this could only be achieved through obsessive amounts of bathing. Seth hadn't expressly forbidden her to wash so much, as he knew how much she loved being clean, but it was clearly worrying him.
Seth himself was not overly concerned with maintaining surgical levels of hygiene. He had apparently formerly only fully bathed once every two or three days, merely desiring to maintain enough hygiene to not be too gross.
Since getting Jen, Seth now bathed twice a day, and mostly because he liked bathroom sex. Jen usually managed to fully wash every part of Seth's body in the course of all the penetration, and got him to brush his teeth, which was admittedly difficult with the air masks. As a result, the hygiene supplies were running out fast.
After the next wet season they would be fine. The rivers would get high and Seth would buy a heap of stuff to avoid this problem in the future. But making the remaining supplies last till then might be a problem. They would probably be forced to buy soap and other stuff from any neighbours who had a surplus, assuming they had any to spare. Perhaps one of the Plowman brothers might be persuaded to buy something for them in the towns next time one of them went to visit the brothels?
***...
Jen used oven mitts to get tonight's dinner out of the oven, as well as 3 big loaves of bread she had been baking alongside the meal. Tonight's meal did not have any meat, as they couldn't afford it every day. Jen had instead gotten creative with a combination of low oxygen cauliflower, broccoli, an alien leafy vegetable called "Yap-Yap", and some low oxygen pumpkin.
She had also used a sparing amount of imported powdered dehydrated hajsnip milk as part of the recipe to give Seth a bit of animal protein. Jen wished they had a pet hajsnip on the farm to milk, damn anoxic atmosphere preventing livestock animals!
Jen was dreading what Seth would think of the meal, he really hated vegetables with a passion. She had experimented with so many different ways of cooking and preparing the garden vegetables, but he only ever had a few bites of each vegetable to humour her before gorging himself on meat and bread!
Jen loved tending these plants in the garden, nurturing a growing plant really struck a chord with her highly feminine soul. Jen had strong mothering instincts, loved to nurture living things.
These plants all needed insect pollination in the wild, which couldn't happen here, so Jen had had to use an old toothbrush that Seth stopped using years ago, using the toothbrush bristles to delicately touch the inside of each flower to transfer pollen from flower to flower.
Jen usually tended the garden in the early afternoon, getting it done before she fully finished the cleaning so that her dirty feet on the floor didn't dirty the freshly cleaned floor.
The back garden was partway between being a rectangle and a square, something like 30 meters by 35 meters, something like that. It was enclosed by a low line of raised materials, mostly a lot of rocks and rubble, all crudely glued together with a combination of thick viscous clay and left over concrete from making various slabs around the farm.
The garden began maybe a meter away from the back wall of the house. A very thick high strength plastic drain pipe had originally stuck out from the raised slab floor of the house and gone through the raised line of rocks and rubble to empty into the enclosed rectangle-square, emptying the bathroom floor drain into the garden. The original drain pipe had then been smashed and ruined by one of the perverts trying to break into the house to rape Jen, but the 4 attempted rapists had then replaced the pipe when they fixed the rest of the house, restoring the function.
The line of rubble and rocks around the garden was not quite high enough to be truly considered a "wall", Seth didn't call it anything at all, so Jen had dubbed it as being a "line". The "line" was arranged in a crude rectangle over the hard flat bedrock, and was about a foot in height on average, though in some places it was over two feet tall. In most places the line was at least a foot in width, but in some places it was as much as a meter or more. It pretty much just looked like Seth had gathered up unwanted rocks and the rubble from various excavations throughout the farm, and used it to make the line.
The garden sat on very nearly flat and level bare bedrock, and the line appeared to be at least partially watertight. The rectangle area inside the line was filled with what looked like 20 years of Seth's poos, mixed with biological kitchen waste like vegetable peels and farm waste like wheat stems to form a rich compost soil that got more nutrient rich every year.
The water from the drainpipe apparently couldn't get out of the rectangular line, and simply pooled in the bottom around the roots of the various plants.
Seth deliberately grew plants in the garden that couldn't be accidentally mistaken for bliss grass by the orbiting surveillance satellite, all a slightly different shade of green then bliss grass or other drug plants. The satellite supposedly keyed off the specific colours in the plant pigments, and could apparently tell one type of green from another to identify the plant species being grown.
If someone completely law abiding like Z8C was growing some sort of completely legal crop plant that happened to be the same colour as bliss grass, it would be fine. The sheriffs would be alerted by the satellite, show up to arrest him, but would then see that it was an innocent crop and drop all charges. But if Jen and Seth grew a completely legal crop the same colour as bliss grass, it would not take the sheriffs very long to find all the other bliss grass they were growing, and give them the death penalty! So it was safest to not even take that risk in the first place.
The garden was a crazy tangle of very differently coloured vegetables all crammed together to prevent the satellite getting a clean enough reading to get more than just crazy interference anyway as an additional defence.
Jen loved "her" garden, even if she might only spend 20 minutes a day tending it most days. It was just such a pity that it grew in poo! When she carried the vegetables she was cooking back inside with her, she would immediately take the vegetables into the bathroom with her, and wash them with soap as thoroughly as she washed herself. Jen was really starting to see why they were running out of soap...
Jen tried so hard with the vegetables, but Seth was so hard to please with "greens". He just genuinely didn't like vegetables, it made it so difficult. Cooking vegetables for Seth was a bit like cooking manure for someone in a restaurant, no matter how hard you prepared it, the restaurant patron is still not going to like it!
It was a little discouraging, to nurture these plants in the garden, cook them with so much care, only to then have your husband take a few bites just to humour you and then fill up on bread! Most women in the galaxy wouldn't put up with it to be honest, but Seth had very wisely married a 679, and a 679 will put up with anything from her imprinted husband.
Jen didn't want to have to cook stuff that Seth didn't like, but she had very little to work with. Jen was pregnant, and needed a balanced diet for optimal development of the baby. Bread and meat was not enough, she needed the vitamins and other nutrients that could only be obtained from eating vegetables. Jen guessed that she could always just cook one meal for her and one for Seth, maybe that was the answer?
Jen wasn't angry at Seth for spurning her cooking, she was actually psychologically incapable of any aggression feelings towards Seth, but it did make her feel a sense of disappointment and sadness. A 679 should be able to cook nice nutritious meals for her husband, if Jen couldn't manage that then she was failing in her duty as the ultimate wife!
Jen took her identity as Seth's wife so seriously that she did not readily accept failure in her ability to perfectly please him. She would just have to keep trying to find a way to make these vegetables taste nice to Seth.
Jen got the freshly cooked food all ready and waited for Seth to get home. It was now dark outside, and was the 1D8V-44 equivalent of raining heavily. It had been raining for over 2 hours now, and Seth had been out working in it the entire time.
Jen was not too fretful about Seth, yet another irritating female behaviour bred out of her, she was merely carrying on as normal. She knew that her husband was rugged and very manly, knew that he had 21 years experience of braving this farm. Seth knew what he was doing, Seth knew what was best, who was she to fret or second guess his decisions?
Jen was fretting about nothing except what Seth would think of her cooking, and waited obediently for him to return. She was still wearing nothing but a bra, and she had decided that Seth would probably like this, so hadn't bothered to put on her dress all day.
Jen had had a completely ordinary day today, nothing more exciting than the weather had broken the comforting monotonous daily routine. Jen loved it when nothing unusual happened, she would never get "bored" the way a normal woman would, would never pine for a change of scenery unless Seth wished her to. Jen had not had any real conversation to anyone all day, been in isolated seclusion the entire day, spending pretty much the entire day doing chores, and nothing exciting had happened, but Jen felt perfectly content with this.
She was a domesticated human, as content to just be left home alone each day as an easy going breed of domestic dog was. Unlike the human trafficked Terran "hive scum" mail order bride women, Jen wouldn't get "bored and lonely" and leave her husband. Jen would simply obediently stay out here with Seth forever, eager to please and demanding nothing in return.
This is what a 679 line woman was at heart, simply a slave to the will of her husband, devoted long suffering service given form. An obedient slave waiting in the house for her husband to spurn her cooking, barely say a word to her, and then have sex with her. And an obedient slave who was designed to be completely ok with that. A slave, but a happy slave.
Jen checked the clock as she waited half naked for her husband. He was running late, and dinner was starting to get cold. The mist like rain outside was so heavy that she couldn't see even 3 meters outside through the windows. Jen wasn't fretting, but did have deep sympathy for her rugged brave husband working so hard out in this.
By about 11pm Jen was starting to wonder where Seth was. Dinner was now cold, and Jen still hadn't eaten dinner, waiting for Seth so as to eat dinner with him. Jen had snacked on the bread a bit just to keep up her energy levels, but was still saving room for dinner.
Jen was starting to get cold now. The increasingly heavy rain had dropped the temperature in the house down to 15 degrees centigrade, and Jen's bare skin was erupting in goosebumps. Having previously decided to greet her husband wearing only a bra, Jen was single minded enough to be reluctant to change wardrobe choices. Her nipples were poking into the bra fabric like icicles!
Jen was shivering in the metal kit chair she was sitting on. The chair had no sort of padding, her bare ass resting on the bare metal of the seat. The house had no insulation of any kind, all cold hard corrugated metal, with nothing more substantial than a naked lady poster to provide any sort of insulating layer.
Nothing around Jen in the room was soft or comfortable or warm, all just hard and cold and stark. This place still lacked a woman's touch beyond being extremely clean, lacked softness. Jen hugged her knees, teeth chattering, her abhorrence of meddling overriding her common sense to seek warmth.
By 12pm the temperature had dropped right down to 9 degrees centigrade, and even Jen's submission genes were not silly enough to remain without seeking warmth. Jen fled into the bedroom and got under the covers on the air mattress. Her slender little body was dangerously close to hypothermia, and with Seth's baby in her belly, her self preservation instincts had overridden her usual submission instincts.
Jen was FREEZING! She was not physically built to cope with the cold. She was shivering very badly under the sheet and blanket, her tiny little delicate body trying to desperately generate some serious heat! She wanted Seth to be here keeping her warm!
The rain just went on and on, Jen had never seen the rain go this late into the night! Where was all this humidity coming from! Jen was no meteorologist, and didn't understand what made the weather do what it did.
Jen had never been in bed like this without Seth in the bed. She had never realised that Seth had been what made bed feel so warm. Without Seth's muscular hairy body generating body heat in the bed, bed was alarmingly cold.
Jen was sure that she was being punished by the Emperor for being so ungrateful as to be sad that Seth didn't like her cooked vegetables! Jen had been so sinful to presume that Seth should show more appreciation for her cooking! She had been so arrogant! And now the Emperor was punishing her!
Oh! She just remembered reading that scandalous article "how to make her moan"! The Emperor was angry at her for being so selfish as to fantasise about Seth focusing on her own pleasure! Jen was such a sinful woman!
Jen held her palms together in prayer, and desperately repented of these sins. She got her self centred backside out of bed and returned to the lounge room to dutifully wait for her husband no matter how cold it got. Jen was blue with cold as she dutifully sat her bare ass down on the cold metal seat of the kit chair, wearing nothing but a bra.
Jen suddenly realised that she didn't deserve a bra! She penitently took it off and accepted the back pain this caused her as her well deserved punishment. This cold brought to Jen's mind her memories of punishment growing up back on Wsuioo. She remembered being locked in the terrible concrete "cold room" with other girls who had shown insufficient perfection that day.
Oh the terrible "cold room", a terrible punishment for the export lines, a punishment that did not mark their expensive skin!
Jen in her mind was now an 8 year old girl again. She had gotten 99 percent in a class test, not the mandatory passing grade of 100 percent. She was so STUPID! WHY hadn't she got 100 percent! A stupid sinful dunce who didn't deserve the food she was fed and the air she breathed!
Food was expensive. Artificial air was expensive. Wsuioo had already wasted so much on keeping worthless J3N alive! She had COST MONEY! They had invested too much food and air into her already to afford to just chuck her in the blender where she belonged!
The 8 year old J3N cowered in that terrible cold room with the other dunces, wearing nothing but her latest chastity belt and tiny circular vital sign sensors stuck to strategic parts of her body to make sure they didn't cause any PERMANENT damage to the expensive 679 line child.
J3N and the other stupid 679 dunces wept apologies for their failure, banging their tiny fists on that terrible stainless steel door that locked them inside this refrigerated windowless concrete cell. The strict S99 line officers in charge of the punishment responded to their pleading by turning off all the lights in the windowless cell!
SO DARK! SO COLD!
J3N and the other stupid girls wept in terror as the temperature in the room rapidly plummeted, and desperately huddled their tiny slender little bodies together for warmth! They were punished for huddling together with a sprinkler system in the ceiling drenching them all with ice cold water!
J3N and the other stupid girls frantically separated, and accepted the punishment for imperfection. They DESERVED this! STUPID STUPID little girls!
The 8 year old J3N grovelled down on the floor and penitently condemned herself for being so STUPID! The floor under her was refrigerated, the walls were refrigerated, the door was refrigerated. The S99 line officers reduced the temperature even more, as low as they could go without permanent damage to the expensive J3N, she DESERVED to be punished.
The privilege of being warm was EARNED, earned by girls who DIDN'T FAIL!
The 18 year old Mrs Jen Renwick screamed in her husband's house on 1D8V-44, hundreds of light years away from the cold room on the nightmarish Wsuioo. She was the lawfully owned property and wife of the gentle and kind Mr Seth Renwick. Wsuioo could not and would not put her in the cold room ever again. But she was still so afraid!
Mrs Jen Renwick cowered naked on the cold floor, weeping apologies to the Emperor for the terrible sin of failure. She had learned her lesson. She would not fantasise about her husband "making her moan", she would not DARE to feel sadness that he didn't appreciate her vegetables!
Mrs Jen Renwick embraced the growing cold as her righteous punishment, and let the Emperor chastise her for failing in her duty to be the perfect wife. Jen wept in gratitude as she went purple with cold, thanking the Emperor from the bottom of her heart for punishing her.
The Emperor eventually seemed to forgive Jen, and the rain stopped. The temperature started to rise, and Jen gradually went from purple, back to blue, and then to just her usual pale flesh. Jen smiled in relief, she would do better, she would be a perfect wife.
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