Chapter 14(OB)
"How OLD are these antibiotics!?" Jen exclaimed.
"Before you were born," Seth admitted.
"You are burning up! You have a fever, the antibiotics don't seem to be working," Jen said worriedly.
"I have been meaning to buy new medical supplies. Just kept getting sidetracked or forgetting," Seth admitted.
"Best before... TWENTY YEARS AGO!" Jen exclaimed, reading the use by date on the plastic bottle of antibiotic pills.
"I know..." Seth admitted sheepishly.
"This calls for an old Wsuian remedy. I need something mouldy and a microscope if you have one," Jen said.
"No microscope, but you might find some mould in the kitchen waste in the garden," Seth offered.
"Ok, I will see what I can do," Jen said and went out to the garden.
Jen found a lot of gross stuff, but not the right colour to be penicillin mould. Jen collected all the moulds she could find anyway, and brought them inside.
With her imprinted husband in danger of dying, Jen's instincts against meddling were overrided, and she ransacked the entire house to set up a very crude microbiology set up, inside the infant oxygen tent to speed up the growth.
"What are you doing?" Seth croaked from the bedroom.
"Trying to find anything with antibiotic properties. Hopefully penicillin or streptomycin if we're lucky," Jen called back.
"They taught you that stuff on Wsuioo?" Seth called back.
"I got 100 percent marks in a wide range of subjects. 4 years of practical microbiology classes to understand germs and how to prevent them in my future husband and children," Jen said with maybe a hint of pride.
Seth had a coughing fit, and didn't reply.
"I will need to wait a few hours for this to grow. I made Petri dishes," Jen called back as she exited the tent.
Seth coughed in answer, and Jen immediately had a very good wash to disinfect herself before returning to Seth.
Seth was shivering in bed, weak as a kitten from his sickness. Jen was in the rare position of actually being physically stronger than Seth was for once, and it worried her to see her strong husband brought so low.
He was coughing heavily, lungs filling with fluid, and Jen had adjusted the oxygen to nitrogen ratio in his air hose to give him extra oxygen to breathe easier. He was having difficulty breathing.
"Are you SURE that you don't want the doctor to come out here?" Jen asked submissively but with as much urgency as wifely subservience permitted.
"House calls cost upwards of a thousand credits! Have to pay for the doctors time getting here and back," Seth exclaimed.
"But you were going to send for a doctor when I just had torn muscles," Jen pointed out.
"That's different, I would do anything for you," Seth said affectionately.
Jen smiled at these sweet words, that was such a nice thing to say.
"You might die without a doctor." Jen reminded Seth.
"Radio the neighbours, ask around for antibiotics that are not out of date," Seth told her.
"Yes husband," Jen said unhappily, wishing that she was able to disobey Seth.
Seth was very sick, and needed immediate medical attention. The antibiotics he had had all gone off 20 years ago, and a bacterial infection was raging in his lungs. His survival was not guaranteed, but he was being so stubborn!
Seth had a pregnant wife who was ill prepared to survive very long if he died right now. This affected more than just him if he died. Jen prided herself on being an obedient wife, but this was one instance where she would disobey if not for her unbreakable submission genes that enslaved her to obey Seth. Damn imprinted subservience!
Jen was shocked at herself for thinking such insubordinate thoughts, but she was so worried about Seth dying that it was giving her an unladylike attitude. She would just have to repent of it later.
Jen got on the radio and desperately tried to scrounge up some antibiotics. Everyone seemed to be at work right now, she couldn't get hold of a single neighbour during these work hours! Jen even tried contacting the damn masturbators, but they were at work too!
"They are not answering me! No one in the area is answering their radios!" Jen called to Seth.
"They are all at work, try again tonight," Seth called back.
Jen frowned, and went to the nursery room to peer through the side of the transparent tent to see how the microbe cultures were growing. The nutrient concoction she had created for the Petri dishes certainly had the beginnings of growth, but still clearly needed more time.
Jen returned to waiting on Seth hand and foot, keeping his feverish body cool and tenderly taking care of him.
Seth lapsed in and out of consciousness several times over the next few hours, getting ever sicker. Jen was desperate to call in the doctor, but Seth refused!
Jen checked her Petri dishes and was relieved to see the telltale clear ring of an antibiotic producing organism, several different species in fact! Jen gratefully plated out fresh cultures of all the different antibiotic organisms, both to get a good supply and to try to identify the species. It was IMPERATIVE that she confirmed that it was one of the safe species to use on humans, otherwise Seth's death would be even more likely.
Hopefully it wouldn't come to using the potentially disastrous home made antibiotics, but if she had no other option she would take the risk to save his life.
After yet more surgical levels of hygiene, Jen was back to waiting on Seth. He was getting really sick...
***...
Jen just about wept with relief when one of the Plowman brothers confirmed over the radio that he had a fresh bottle of penicillin tablets.
"Got frightful Gonorrhoea from a whore six months ago, pissing razor blades! Doc in the town gave me pills for it, still got half the bottle," Dean Plowman said over the radio.
"Thank the Emperor! Seth is dying without penicillin!" Jen exclaimed.
"I will come right over with the pills," Dean promised.
Jen cried with relief and Dean got off the radio.
Jen hurriedly squeezed into her barely fitting dress with great difficulty, and went to the lounge room to let Dean in when he arrived here. Seth was currently unconscious and terribly hot with fever, and Jen could do little besides trying to keep him cool.
Seth would probably not survive without these antibiotics, he was barely able to breathe now! Jen was giving him almost pure oxygen now, just to get some oxygen into his badly infected lungs.
Jen heard the sound of a boat motor approaching, and soon saw a hand held electric lamp creep over the lip of the canyon off in the dark. Jen sighed in relief and waited impatiently for Dean to walk all the way to the house.
"Knock knock," Dean's voice said outside the door in the garage.
Jen hurriedly let him in and locked the door behind him.
"Here's the pills, still before the use by date," Dean said, handing her a plastic pill bottle.
Jen gratefully took the bottle, confirmed the details on the label, and rushed to Seth to give him a pill.
With Dean's help Jen got the feverish Seth to sit up in bed and swallow a pill with a cup of water. They laid Seth back down and let him sleep as the penicillin took effect.
Jen and Dean returned to the lounge room to let Seth sleep, and Jen rustled up some bread and water in the kitchen for Dean.
"You look tired," Dean told her as she sat with him.
"I didn't get much sleep last night, Seth was so sick," Jen said gravely.
"He will survive now, you got it in time," Dean reassured her kindly.
Jen nodded hopefully.
"No jokes?" Jen asked after a long pause.
"Not in this situation. Not until he is out of danger," Dean said seriously.
"If... If he had died... I don't know what I would do. Not just me, but the baby as well." Jen said numbly.
"If it came to that, my brothers and I would take care of you until you remarried," Dean promised.
"I can never remarry. I'm genetically programmed to become asexual and remain a widow if my imprinted husband dies." Jen said gravely.
"Then you could just stay with us." Dean told her.
"You are extremely kind," Jen said gratefully.
"Won't let you starve, Jen. And asexual or not, a local man would marry you without hesitation, even just to look at you. A Wsuian woman will never go hungry on 1D8V-44," Dean reassured her.
"I am so afraid that Seth will die, he got sick so fast. It was really scary," Jen said.
"Seth has always had bad lungs. He grew up on Terra in a smoggy hive, the smog messed up his lungs," Dean told her.
"Seth never told me that, he tells me so little about himself." Jen admitted.
"I know more about him because I have known him 20 years, he isn't exactly a fountain of information unless you ask. Alcohol helps too," Dean chuckled.
"How did you meet him?" Jen asked.
"Can't fully recall the exact first time we met. Bumped into each other on the river I think, the way people round these parts do. Just gradually got to know him and became friends. There's not a story or nothing, just the boring way you meet people," Dean said in a thoughtful voice.
"Are you from Terra as well?" Jen asked.
"No, we are from EW-TD-68/5-Q-Epsilon, agri world, beastly place. Had to get away." Dean chuckled.
"I stopped over in orbit of EW-TD-68/5-Q-Epsilon on my way here. What was wrong with it?" Jen asked.
"Well OK, it wasn't Wsuioo levels of "get me the fuck out of here", but it still wasn't fun. The bliss grass farms were being stamped out by Imperium crack downs, and it was getting harder and harder to pay the bills with legal crops. My brothers and I fled here with the last remnants of the drug trade, started fresh. We had to pool all our money together just to afford one farm between us, then made so much back that we virtually live in the whore house now," Dean said cheekily.
"Never wanted kids?" Jen asked.
"Too much fun with the whores, life is great, kids would just get in the way," Dean said with charming cheekiness.
"Oh by the way, the whores said to say hi to you. They are apparently forbidden from using the radio or talking to anyone not paying by the hour, but they said they are happy to have more Wsuian's on the planet," Dean announced cheerfully.
"They did? Well hi back to them, what are their names?" Jen asked excitedly.
"Some barcode shit, I call them Moany, Groany, and Screamy. I spent my entire time just with those 3 whores, barely left the brothel. It was great, hired them just for myself the entire time I was away in town. Burned through my pay but totally worth it," Dean said with a cheeky wink.
Jen burst out laughing despite herself, before remembering her husband was gravely ill and became somber again.
"Hey, finally got a laugh out of you. About time," Dean said with a wink.
"How can you even afford that?" Jen asked in shock.
"I can't really, I have almost nothing saved up. It's all about what you are willing to sacrifice for a week with 3 naked Wsuian ladies," Dean replied with his usual joking demeanour.
"Isn't it expensive?" Jen asked.
"Well I have to stay there anyway. The brothels double as hotels. For 50 credits a day you get a fully oxygenated room, with a bed and some mod cons. Any girls you hire cost extra." Dean explained.
"How much extra?" Jen asked.
"Depends on the time of year and what's going on. During peak season those girls charge 50 credits an hour, or even more, but at off peak season you can get them for 10 credits an hour, even less if you agree to certain things," Dean said
"Agree to what things?" Jen asked.
"Well, Moany, Groany and Screamy don't actually get paid, cause they are slaves. Not unless they get given tips. The money goes straight to the owner who bought them off Z8C, but the owner still has to pay to keep the whores fed and breathing air. Stuff like that." Dean began.
"During off peak times, the whores might not always get customers, and the owner loses money on them to keep them alive. If one customer then comes along and agrees to foot all these expenses for an entire week in return for an hourly discount, the brothels will usually agree."
"I'm already paying 350 credits for an oxygenated room all week, which I gladly share with the whores, and I bring a huge amount of food with me from the farm, enough to feed me plus the whores. We don't even leave the room, it's fantastic!" Dean finished.
"What line are they?" Jen asked.
"55's I think?" Dean suggested.
"The 55 line "ticklish" model? Wow, I knew you liked laughing, didn't realise it was a sex thing," Jen said in surprise.
"What the fuck! No! No I mean the um 53 line?" Dean exclaimed.
"The 53 line "bearded lady" model?" Jen asked awkwardly.
"What!? Who is even buying this weirdo shit!? They are just the NORMAL whore line," Dean insisted.
"Oh, you mean the classic 5 line "brothel whore" model?" Jen suggested.
"I KNEW it had a 5 in it. Yes, they were 5's," Dean agreed with a laugh.
Seth seemed to stir from the noise of the conversation, and Jen was at his side in an instant. Seth merely groaned and passed out again.
"It will take time for the antibiotics to work, just be patient," Dean reassured her.
Jen nodded in understanding.
"Want me to stay the night, incase he needs help in the night?" Dean offered.
"I would like that, but I don't want to put you to any trouble," Jen said gratefully.
"It's no trouble at all, I will lay out some wheat sacks to sleep on, make a night of it," Dean reassured her.
Jen smiled.
***...
"How are you feeling Seth?" Jen asked the next morning.
"Feeling well enough to have some fun with you," Seth said huskily and did something rather naughty.
"Dean Plowman is in the lounge room!" Jen whispered urgently.
"What? How come?" Seth asked.
"To help take care of you. You were really sick," Jen insisted.
Seth coughed croakily, but it was less severe than last night's cough.
"Good morning lovebirds," Dean's voice called from another room.
"Morning Dean, nice of you to stay over," Seth said croakily.
Seth got up, much stronger than yesterday, and Jen followed him to the lounge room. Dean was already up and had helped himself to bread for breakfast.
"How you feeling Seth?" Dean asked.
"Like shit, but better than yesterday. Those antibiotics saved my life," Seth croaked.
"You seem to be out of the woods for now. Got a bit too close for comfort for a while last night." Dean agreed.
After a bit longer, Dean took his leave and returned to his farm. The worst of Seth's pneumonia was over now, just needed to rest and keep taking the antibiotics.
Dean was barely motoring away on the river before Jen stripped gratefully out of her uncomfortably tight dress. She had been uncomfortable in it all night!
Seth wolf whistled at Jen's near nudity, but the croak in his throat mucked up the whistle. Jen smiled and struck a provocative pose for Seth with a giggle. Seth was soon all over her.
Seth did penetrate her back in bed, but was too short of breath to finish, and Jen tenderly reassured him that it was ok. Seth sadly pulled out of her, and she gave him a cuddle.
Seth put an affectionate arm around her and she snuggled lovingly against him. Seth used his free hand to play with her boobs, and soon had Jen all hot and bothered.
"Oh Seth!" Jen moaned.
"You really do make my life complete. I don't know how I ever lived without this," Seth said fondly.
Jen smiled fondly at the compliment.
Seth just kept exploring Jen's body with his free hand and she thrilled at the touch. Seth's fingers stroked over her ribs, and she erupted in giggles. The fingers stroked in soft little circles, and Jen was giggling uncontrollably.
Jen was completely paralysed by her submission genes, could hardly move a muscle. Jen was currently being afflicted by "Wsuian tickling paralysis", and doubly so because her imprinted husband was doing it. As a control measure, almost all Wsuian females could be temporarily paralysed by lightly tickling them.
In the rare moments when a Wsuian slave population rebelled, a mere soft stroke to the ribs would drop them down paralysed like a boned fish, all floppy and unable to move. At best they could roll around on the floor a bit, nothing much more than that, maybe drag themselves across the floor very very slowly if they had a sufficiently iron strong resolve.
Wsuian women were usually extremely ticklish and sensitive to tickling, to make them easier to subdue, any room with a lot of buzzing crawling blow flies in it would completely and indefinitely paralyse a suitably under dressed standard 1 line worker model for as long as the insects crawled on their skin, especially the ribs. Releasing swarms of flying insects into a Wsuian building was the fastest way of subduing a slave rebellion, and all slave uniforms of the common worker lines left strategic areas of the rib cage exposed for this very purpose.
Jen was currently completely floppy and unable to make her muscles obey her. She was laughing but couldn't speak beyond some frantic noises. She was designed to be "fly resistant", just in case she was exported to somewhere with flies, and would not be paralysed by "environmental phenomenon" like flies or grass stroking against her skin, but she CERTAINLY wasn't "husband resistant"!
Jen was so utterly submissive to Seth that she wouldn't offer any resistance anyway, but becoming paralysed like this was extremely unnerving. Seth obviously misinterpreted her complete floppiness for being relaxed and unbothered, and just kept doing it curiously.
Jen was absolutely frantic on the inside, despite her paralysed exterior, and was trying to send urgent movement commands to her muscles. But she just remained floppy and unmoving, laughing hard as Seth played with her ribs and belly.
Seth at least seemed to be enjoying himself, so Jen was happy to be pleasing her husband. Jen LOVED to please her husband, and if this was pleasing him then so be it.
"I love how you go all floppy when I give you a tickle," Seth said fondly.
Jen flushed with wonderful pleasure that her husband "loved" this. Seth's wish was Jen's command. If he loved something then she loved it too.
Jen was so thankful that she didn't need the toilet, as the paralysis effected bladder control. Her head was flopped down on Seth's shoulder, mouth laughing as he stroked up and down her ribs. Drool was coming out of her mouth and her eyes were darting around crazily.
Seth very gradually stopped and Jen regained motor function. Her mask had drool in it!
Jen excused herself and went off to wash her mask and face before returning to Seth in bed. Seth affectionately stroked her long blonde hair, Jen smiled.
Jen was soon laughing hysterically again as Seth continued exploring her body, before his stroking fingers found her very wet vagina, and gave her a different "sort" of tickle. Jen was gentle as a lamb as Seth did whatever he wanted. Her body was his lawful domain, to do with as he pleased.
Jen didn't mind as Seth's finger slid in and out of her, didn't mind at all!
***...
After a very "stimulating" morning spent in bed with Seth, Jen was reluctantly forced to get a few chores done. Keeping his fingers off her ribs was a rather welcome relief!
Jen raced through her chores, not wanting to leave Seth unattended for any longer than necessary, and skipped a lot of chores that were not urgent. As Jen ran around the house like a mad thing, Seth read porno magazines. Jen smiled, this was just as the Emperor intended married life to be. Jen was living the dream!
Seth was clearly on the mend now, getting steadily more frisky with her. She had lost count of the number of times he had sent her to heaven with his finger! Golden Throne it had felt nice!
Jen washed clothes and cleaned, cooked food and sorted washing.
"Jen, will you be much longer, I want to keep doing things to you," Seth called.
The overworked housewife became instantly wet at these words, and skipped everything she reasonably could to resume pleasing her husband. Chauvinism was a holy virtue, an ideal that all perfect wives must strive for. Seth was not yet as chauvinistic as he should be, but Jen had high hopes that he would get ever more chauvinistic over time.
Jen would have to get hold of a copy of the Wsuian book titled "making the ideal chauvinistic marriage", so that Seth could read it. That book had been her favourite book growing up, it had so much great advice about marriage! Profoundly deep yet simple enough for an 8 year old 679 to read for inspiration.
Jen had been sad to leave behind the library of 679 line educational books on Wsuioo. She hadn't "owned" her favourite books, merely borrowed them, but had loved reading them growing up in the strict severe spartan life of study in the slave farms.
Every line had their own specific library, of mandatory reading books to teach them everything they needed to know to be good slaves in their role. Many lines did not really need many books at all, but the 679 line was one of the most highly educated female lines ever produced.
A 679 was one of the most autonomous lines in existence, as a wife needs to be able to manage her husband's estates when he went away on business, manage a household, raise and even discipline children, and have a well rounded enough knowledge base to not embarrass her husband by saying foolish things in front of guests at social functions.
No Wsuian woman had EVER been given this level of autonomy before the 679 line, so it was ESSENTIAL that this autonomy be tempered with proper indoctrination. Wsuioo had spent decades of research finding out the "sort" of wife that men would pay the most money to own. Jen had been sold cheap as a promotional sale to raise awareness of the 679 line, at merely 50 thousand credits, but Wsuioo wanted to eventually sell them for substantially more than this, depending mostly upon what people would actually be willing to pay for the "perfect wife".
The perfect Wsuian wife was beautiful, sexually receptive, obedient, quiet, eternally patient, humble and completely subordinate to her husband in absolutely all things. The husband was the alpha and the omega of the marriage, the wife was just an instrument to carry out her husband's will and give him pleasure.
Ever since earliest childhood, it had been drummed into Jen's head that she had to be what Wsuioo considered to be the perfect wife, a wife that men would cough up huge amounts of money to possess. She had been raised to firmly believe in a chauvinistic worldview, to believe that any true equality between husbands and wives was highly sinful.
Jen really hoped that Seth would one day let her place a book order through Z8C to buy copies of all her favourite books from Wsuioo. It was important for if they had any daughters, to teach them proper values.
Jen took off her bra as she entered the bedroom, eager to please him no matter how busy she was. She offered her body to him in complete submission, just as "making the ideal chauvinistic marriage" taught. Seth grabbed her boobs and ass, and Jen felt the warm satisfaction of a chauvinist wife.
Jen thought happily about the life shaping advice from "making the ideal chauvinistic marriage", with such gems as, "the husband is the Emperor's esteemed man, and the good wife is the doormat and carpet beneath his feet. The good wife does not hesitate to let her husband walk all over her as he pleases." Jen was the doormat beneath her husband's feet, Jen was a good wife.
Jen beamed happily as Seth inserted a finger. Jen was a good wife.
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