Chapter 15(OB)
"What the hell did you do to my heroin lab!?" Seth exclaimed in horror a few days later.
"I needed parts for making antibiotics," Jen admitted sheepishly.
Jen and Seth were standing in the room Seth dubbed "the lab", which was dedicated to converting bliss grass into heroin. The lab had formerly contained a crude but effective chemistry apparatus of tubes and flasks. Now it was conspicuously empty of a lot of said components, having been used to grew antibiotic organisms by the flaskful.
"Shit, please tell me you didn't break anything!" Seth said with terrible fear.
"No husband, nothing is broken. It's all in the nursery," Jen insisted.
Seth immediately ran to the nursery, and Jen heard him gasp in relief. Jen sheepishly followed to the nursery. Seth had already opened up the oxygen tent to the outside air, uncaring of keeping it oxygenated. He was upending the flasks, tipping the mouldy nutrient broths out onto the floor of the tent, looking afraid.
Jen penitently stood in the corner with her head bowed in contrition as Seth frantically retrieved his lab equipment. Jen had never seen Seth look so frantically afraid!
Jen kept out of his way as he chucked all of her concoctions on the floor of the tent and frantically returned everything to the lab.
"What the fuck did you grow in these! These flasks are FILTHY!" Seth shouted from the other room.
Jen knew what to do in this situation and quietly searched the house for a selection of tools Seth would need.
Jen entered the lab on her hands and knees, and crawled to a respectful distance from her annoyed husband. Jen laid at his feet 3 items: a leather belt, a steel bar, and a knotted bit of junk electrical cable.
Jen turned around submissively, offering her bare bottom for punishment. Jen clenched her eyes shut in anticipation.
"What the heck are you doing Jen?" Seth asked irritably.
"Presenting myself for punishment husband," Jen said humbly.
Seth sighed a deep sigh.
Jen just obediently waited until Seth was ready to discipline her for annoying him. She had annoyed her husband, a terrible thing for any wife to do, and now deserved some sorely needed domestic violence. Seth had never hit her, never done anything worse than give her a tickle, but Jen had always known that he would have to hit her eventually.
"Making the ideal chauvinistic marriage" had prepared her for this. It was good for a wife to be beaten, all good wives should be beaten whenever their husband wishes. Jen had just annoyed Seth, and a good chauvinistic husband would beat her for being annoying.
Jen was scared, but she had to be punished. She didn't like pain, but she hoped that Seth would be very firm with her to make her learn her lesson. This would hurt, but it was for her own good that she be beaten up.
As the book said, "the good wife takes pride in her domestic violence, knowing that it is for her own good. Do not hesitate to let your husband beat you, no matter the circumstances. Cherish your beatings like an obedient wife. If you annoy your husband, then go to his fists with a happy heart, and offer your body to relieve his anger."
"A black eye is nature's eyeshadow, a gift from a loving but stern husband. Be proud of the beautiful eyeshadow your husband's fists give you, for a black eye is a mark of beauty. Rejoice at the feel of his fists, for it proves that he loves you so!" the book had assured Jen.
Jen waited, but Seth still wasn't beating her. Jen knew that he would when he finished what he was doing with the lab equipment. Jen was excited to get her first beating, but was still very nervous, she was forcing herself to be brave.
Jen could hear Seth thoroughly washing the components, rinsing them with water, and putting them back in their place in the chemistry set up. Jen should be doing the cleaning, but was intuitive enough to guess that Seth probably didn't want her touching any of it right now.
Seth seemed to finish what he was doing, and Jen heard him turn to look at her.
"I'm sorry that I got mad at you Jen, I know that you were only trying to save my life. I spoke in haste," Seth said with a very deep calming sigh.
"I annoyed you, I'm ready for my beating, I'm ready," Jen reassured him.
"You really think that I would beat you up?" Seth asked, sounding offended, hurt even.
Jen was puzzled, and said, "I know that you are a very kind husband. A kind husband beats his wife for her own good. It is a kindness,"
"What...?" Seth asked incredulously.
"An annoying wife should be beaten. I annoyed you, I deserve a beating," Jen explained in confusion.
"So every time you do something that annoys me, you should receive domestic violence?!" Seth asked incredulously.
"Of course husband! It will be good for me. Don't worry, I will not tell anyone, I will just say that I fell down if anyone sees the marks and bruises," Jen lovingly reassured Seth.
To Jen's surprise, Seth sighed deeply and cuddled her up in his arms. He sat down on a chair in the lab, and sat her on his lap with his arms wrapped around her body.
Jen relaxed into the cuddle submissively, wondering how he was going to do this.
"I'm not going to hit you Jen. I'm not going to do that." Seth told her gently.
"My punishment is up to you husband. You decide all things," Jen said with proper obedience.
"Then I decide not to punish you. I'm not a wife beater," Seth told her.
"As you decide husband, I obey," Jen said submissively.
"I'm calmer now, not angry anymore. I know that you don't have a malicious bone in your body, I know that you acted only to save my life. I was a real asshole the way I spoke to you, you didn't deserve it," Seth said tenderly, stroking her soft hair.
Jen personally believed that she actually did deserve it, but wasn't going to argue with Seth. His word was law, she wouldn't contradict him.
"All is forgiven, nothing got damaged. Relax, you are not in trouble," Seth said tenderly.
"Yes husband," Jen said calmly and relaxed.
Seth cuddled her lovingly, gently rocking her back and forth on his lap. Jen was wearing only her bra as usual, but Seth was fully clothed in a checkered button up long sleeve farmer's shirt and khaki trousers, thick black socks and steel capped hiking boots. His dark shoulder length bristly beard brushed against her soft skin in places, tickling very slightly, but not enough to cause giggles or paralysis, just a comforting little itch that she found deeply comfortable.
Jen was wet as she always was when Seth was in the same room as her, but not overly wet, just slightly damp "on standby" incase Seth got horny. This was the driest she ever got when Seth was around, pretty much her equivalent of being dry. Seth had never seen her pussy dry, and seemed to assume that she was just wet all the time, but she was actually dry most of the day when he was out of the house, and completely asexual unless she was thinking about him.
Seth's penis felt limp through his trousers, so Jen was calm and passive. This cuddle felt lovely, and she was so relaxed that she might drift off to sleep before too much longer. Jen sighed in bliss, loving his lap.
Seth affectionately stroked her hair, and she almost fell asleep with comfort.
"You really are the best thing in my life Jen. For 21 years I didn't have you, but now I couldn't go a day without you in my life. You have no idea how much happiness you bring me," Seth said affectionately.
Jen "awwed" at this, feeling all gooey inside.
"You are just the best Jen, you really are the most important thing in my life. I love you," Seth told her.
Jen got weepy at his words and reciprocated her love for him.
***...
After they, predictably, had sex on the floor of the lab, Seth started using the lab to make heroin. Jen watched in rapt fascination.
Seth seemed to have already partially processed the bliss grass earlier on another part of the farm, presumably in one of the sheds. It was now in the form of dry bricks of material, not grass but some sort of chemical substance.
"This is morphine," Seth explained, "I already mulched up the bliss grass in the shed. When it's blended finely enough, you can then use a compactor to squeeze out all the juice. Helps to add some water and enzymes first before compacting."
"The enzymes in particular really get all the morphine out of the grass cells. The juice from the compactor contains all the morphine."
"Then need to treat it with chemicals and filter it a couple of times, to get the morphine but not all the other crap in the juice."
Jen nodded for him to go on when he paused.
"Well most of the steps happen in the shed, as the bulky chemicals are hard to steal. But for the final stage I do it in the house where I can make sure it's not stolen."
"When the morphine is pure enough, I use a machine to dry it down into these little bricks. Takes a lot of bliss grass to get just one brick, a lot of work goes into getting each brick."
"And now I have to use a chemical, acetic anhydride, to turn this morphine into heroin. Then I have to filter it, concentrate it to maximum purity, and dry it out into heroin powder." Seth explained.
"How much is it worth?" Jen asked.
"The price of heroin varies over time, but always over a thousand credits a kilo, depends on supply and demand. When the imperium stamps down on the drug farms of a planet somewhere, then the supply to Terra is temporarily reduced, and the price shoots up for the rest of us for a while until the drug growers find a new planet to start fresh on." Seth explained.
"Course it's worth way more per kilo on the streets of Terra, but out here at the source it's sold much cheaper because so much is around these parts. Still pays the bills, let me save up enough to buy you and make the farm really nice." Seth added.
Seth took a brick of morphine, and carefully shattered it into small pieces. He put the pieces into a beaker full of liquid, and the pieces dissolved. Seth then carefully poured the beaker into a flask with some chemical in it.
"The acetic anhydride in this flask is now converting the morphine into heroin. Needs to sit for a while to let it fully react. Then I use this complex set up here to filter and purify it." Seth explained
"I got so upset because without this I can't make money, or not as much at least. The boat merchants run purity tests on every bag of heroin we sell. The higher the purity, the more money they pay. Makes hundreds of credits extra if it's really pure. Needs very good filtering and concentration to get out all the impurities." Seth told her.
"You are so clever husband," Jen said admiringly.
"It's experience more than anything. Had no idea what I was doing when I first started. But 21 years is a long time to learn. Took me longer than I care to admit to learn how to get the purity really high," Seth admitted.
"Will you make a lot this year?" Jen asked.
"Gross cash I will, but I have expenses that take their toll. I just don't have the manpower to make big bucks like the three Plowman brothers do, be better when you give me some kids to help out." Seth said cryptically.
"I don't need to know the exact money. It is a husband's place to know the finances," Jen said cheerfully.
"In all honesty I won't make as much this year. I'm getting much less done since getting you, whether it's rapists or me getting sick, it always seems to be SOMETHING coming along to make me miss days of work," Seth admitted.
Jen's face fell.
"Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade you for all the money in the galaxy. You have made my life heaven. Even just being able to look at you gives me so much pleasure. We won't make so much this year, but we will still get by with a profit." Seth reassured her quickly.
Jen smiled and calmed down.
***...
Jen paused at the sight of the terrible mess Seth had made on the floor of the infant oxygen tent. She was greeted by festering antibiotic moulds colonising puddles of nutrient broth on the floor of the tent. Seth had managed to kick the stuff all over the tent floor, and even some of the lower sections of the walls!
Jen's baby would one day be living in this tent...
Jen had a rotten time trying to sterilise the tent. She desperately hoped that the smell of mould would not be permanently stuck to the tent!
Jen had threatened Seth's livelihood by tampering with his lab, and he had been distressed enough to make this mess. Jen felt hopeful from this rare display of temper, he had been so wonderfully chauvinistic to make a mess in anger. Hopefully he would gradually learn to properly walk all over Jen.
Jen was relieved but also disappointed that Seth hadn't beaten her up. She had been annoying, but hadn't been punished at all! Back on Wsuioo the punishment for very slightly annoying one of the S99 line officer models had always been excessively unpleasant. Jen had on many occasions been made to sleep in the cold room for annoying an officer far less than she had annoyed Seth, but Seth hadn't even punished her!
Jen had been promised black eyes, bruises, contusions, beatings, and savage domestic violence. Her books and classes had prepared her to expect a brutal chauvinistic tyrant as what a fairly typical husband should be, taught that domestic violence was normal and acceptable. She had expected shouting, cowering under her husband's fists, being hit with bottles and pushed down stairs.
But Seth was none of those things, and it worried her that something was wrong. Today was the only time he had ever gotten angry with her, and she had thought that FINALLY she would get some long overdue domestic violence. Instead he had given her a cuddle...
The excessive mess on the floor of the tent wasn't much, but it was a tiny little step in the right direction.
Jen was just thinking this when Seth entered the room. To Jen's utter horror, Seth started to help her clean the tent!
"I made this mess, it's not right that you have to clean it up," Seth told her.
"But, but... but." Jen stammered.
"But nothing, I'm cleaning. As your husband I command you to not have a problem with that," Seth said firmly.
"Yes husband," Jen said in programmed obedience, having no choice but to obey.
This was wrong! Why wasn't her husband NORMAL!
***...