Chapter 16(OB)

Seth was on the mend now, but still taking penicillin to complete the full course of antibiotics. The cold season was now well underway however, and the rain would now kill a man caught out in it. There was a chance that it might rain today, so Seth was staying home just to be safe.

"Don't be a fool Z8C, you can't transport the new girl in this! You will kill both of you! Wait until after the cold season, it's suicide!" Seth was angrily urging Z8C over the radio.

"Are you my new husband?" An unfamiliar Wsuian female voice replied excitedly over the radio.

"No G9Y, this isn't Mr Tim O'Brian, just wait over there," Z8C's voice said in the background.

"You won't make it to O'Brian's farm this time of year. It's suicide with your boat." Seth insisted.

"Damn, I was counting on this trip to let me collect cash payments from customers. I need to time it so the girls all arrive in or before the wet season in one big batch to make a profit." Z8C said regretfully.

"I get that, but don't take risks. Jen and I won't let you starve. Wait till it gets warmer." Seth reassured him.

"I appreciate that Seth and Jen. It's just a damn shame, might have made some actual profit for once." Z8C replied.

Jen felt so sad for poor Z8C, he tried so hard to make a living without breaking a single law. Not an easy thing to do in the crime based economy of 1D8V-44.

Jen also felt bad for poor G9Y, all eager and excited as Jen had been, bright eyed and optimistic, only to have to then wait till the season changed before getting to meet her new husband. It would drive the poor girl to distraction! Jen would have cried herself to sleep if this had happened to her!

Jen did not personally know G9Y, millions of 679 line women had been bred, far too many for Jen to know all of them. But Jen still considered every Wsuian woman to be her sister, with the exception of heretics of course. That made G9Y Jen's sister, just a sister who was still a stranger for the moment.

Jen shivered as she sat next to Seth in the radio room. Her pale skin was covered in goosebumps, especially her completely bare legs. Jen's dress was now too small around the waist to fit her belly with the tiny baby bump, and she wouldn't fit into it again until after she gave birth.

Jen was incapable of getting fat, her body would simply stop storing extra fat once she reached a certain saturation point. She was extremely slender, not counting her bulging boobs, broad hips and well sculpted bottom. She had the highly prized "thigh gap", completely flat belly when not pregnant, and no unwanted fat anywhere. The wedding dress would always fit her, when she wasn't pregnant that is, for as long as she lived.

To provide some measure of warmth, Jen was borrowing one of Seth's long sleeve button up winter shirts. The shirt was far too big for her, too long in the arms, and hung loosely on her. Jen had rolled up the sleeves to fit her arms, and the bottom of the shirt hung down past her bottom like a very short skirt, being too long for her torso.

The shirt was reddish in colour with a checkered pattern. The buttons were semitransparent red plastic, one of them missing halfway down, and Seth was creatively using a tied bit of junk electrical cable to hold the missing button's buttonhole closed. It was quite a warm material, made from a synthetic fibre flannelette, and according to the label it was made in the sweatshops of the hives of Terra itself!

The top half of Jen was kept somewhat warm by the flannelette shirt, but her bare legs were covered all over with goosebumps. She was wearing a pair of Seth's socks on her feet, but they were so big that they kept falling off her tiny feet whenever she walked. At the moment she was sitting with her feet loosely inside the socks, but in the high gravity they simply refused to stay up past her ankles. Seth was just too big.

Seth might be the most handsome man in the entire history of the human race, at least from the point of view of Jen's psychological imprinting, but from a purely structural anatomy angle he was physically average. He was neither short nor tall, around 5 foot 10 inches tall, had pale skin from the complete lack of UV light on 1D8V-44, but his exact heritage was hard to be sure of, being a blend of tens of thousands of years of different ethnic groups interbreeding on Terra.

If Jen had to guess she would say that he was a crazy blend of mostly European races, but she wouldn't be surprised if he had distant ancestors from every racial group in the human race mixed in somewhere in his family tree. Jen herself had so much genetic engineering that little of her original ethnic heritage remained, but what "natural" DNA remained in her was all fairly pure East European Slavic, descended from the communist slave colonists who first settled Wsuioo long before the age of the Imperium.

Whatever his ethnic heritage might be, he was powerfully muscled from 21 years doing hard farm labor in the high gravity of 1D8V-44, just like all the locals were. The local men all had the physiques of a Catachan jungle fighter, bulging muscles hanging off them like huge slabs of meat. Even a "normal" human woman would pause at the sight of such muscular men, Jen could really see part of the reason why the "hive scum" wives had stuck around!

Jen gazed adoringly at Seth as he talked on the radio, admiring the intoxicating handsomeness of the most attractive man in the universe. Sometimes she was amazed that she could even function at all in his presence, Holy Emperor he was so HOT!

His gorgeous dark beard was flecked with the beginnings of grey hairs, unkempt and bushy in a way that was just "OH MY GOODNESS" levels of hot! The bits of food that sometimes got stuck in his beard turned her on dreadfully! His messy beard was not properly groomed, not trimmed evenly, and it was so handsome that Jen got terribly wet at the mere sight of it!

Jen gazed in awe at the beginning of wrinkles and crows feet in Seth's face, his wrinkles were so sexy! She was so turned on that she wanted to swoon, Seth was the most beautiful man who had ever lived!

Seth was currently lifting up his air mask and picking his nose, and Jen wanted to masturbate over the sexy spectacle. Seth loudly farted, and Jen wanted to rip her clothes off for him. He started scratching his crotch and armpits, and Jen bit her lip in lust at such beauty.

Jen loved and desired every part of Seth, from his smelly toenail jam to his hairy butt crack to his strong body odour hairy armpits, all of it was so sexy that Jen wanted to cry. It was just IMPOSSIBLE to not get wet as wet could be when faced with this paragon of perfect male beauty!

Jen intellectually knew that she was imprinted on Seth, she knew that a 679 line wife would find even the vile Nurgle himself to be this attractive if she was imprinted on him, but knowing it intellectually did not defend her from the raw POWER of this imprinted attraction. It was worse than a mere crush, worse than the mere natural desire a woman might feel for an extremely handsome man, this was desire so strong that Jen could only give herself to Seth in complete submission.

Seth was so attractive to Jen that she needed a heap of different artificial genes to prevent her from just raping him until she died of starvation! Powerful submission protocols reigned in her behaviour, and let her think and act normally in Seth's presence. Otherwise she would NOT just be passively sitting here beside this astonishingly attractive man!

Seth scratched his ass and Jen was only held from throwing herself at him by her all powerful submission genes! Golden Throne that was such a sexy sight!

Seth noticed her look and winked at her, which just about wrecked her with desire. The bottom of the shirt under her ass now had a growing wet patch from Jen's vaginal juices dripping down onto the fabric.

Seth was still talking on the radio, but Jen noticed the telltale bulge of a growing erection in his trousers. Jen was instantly wetter than ever, and lifted up the front of the shirt bottom and spread her legs to show the mess of vaginal juices dribbling out of her onto the back of the shirt bottom.

Seth nodded in appreciation at the impressive sight. He was clearly turned on but he silently gestured to the radio to explain that he was busy talking to Z8C.

Jen nodded in disappointed understanding, and just kept dribbling out fluid as she admired her astoundingly sexy husband from where she sat. Seth now had a full erection at the sight of the mess Jen was making, and the dismay in his eyes was painful to behold...

***...

After the husband and wife finished having a good hard shag in bed, they got up to get some work done. It had taken TEN MINUTES to get Z8C off the radio! Jen had been getting quite frantic!

"My balls are empty Jen, time to get to work in the lab," Seth told her, still catching his breath.

"Yes husband," Jen said in complete adoration.

Seth got dressed, and Jen put on her bra and buttoned up her borrowed shirt. She didn't bother with the socks.

Seth walked to the lab, and Jen obediently followed behind him like a happy loyal puppy. She was doing far less chores with Seth home, only doing chores when he wanted some space. He had sex with her throughout the day whenever he was home like this, but was getting better at keeping his private parts out of her long enough to get some actual work done.

Seth sat down at the large metal work bench his lab set up sat on, pulling up an additional kit chair for Jen to sit on next to him. Jen took her seat cheerfully and watched Seth work.

The work bench was a quite interesting bit of metal kit furniture, clearly of local manufacture given it was stamped "made on 1D8V-44" on the front lip of the bench side. It had a stainless steel long flat bench top, about a meter wide and several meters long. The bench top contained a stainless steel sink at one end for washing glassware, with running water and a drain that emptied into a bucket on the floor just in case any morphine fragments accidentally fell down the plug hole. The bench was clearly designed for the local gravity, and had heavily reinforced frames for hanging up a heroin filtration and processing system.

According to the work bench kit manual that Jen had read once out of boredom, the kit was "a farm chemical work bench, for mixing pesticides, chemical fertilisers, engine fluids, etc.". This was obviously a load of shit, and only said because the manufacturer could not openly say "this is a heroin lab chemistry bench". It really did not take a genius to see the TRUE intended purpose was making heroin, especially as it came with it's own glassware, tubes, pumps, and filtration gear that was exactly suited to a drug lab.

Seth had a small sack of morphine bricks on the bench beside him and he was pulling them out one at a time to process. Jen demurely gestured to ask if she could be given a brick, Seth didn't hesitate to give her one.

Jen inspected the brick curiously. It was brown in colour, not really dark brown, but not quite a light brown either. If it looked like anything it sort of resembled the colour of brown sugar. The brick was made of small particles like sand, all firmly compacted together, and it seemed quite fragile.

Jen curiously looked closely at the grains with a magnifying glass that was sitting in front of them on the bench top. Jen immediately noticed slight colour variations between the different grains, clear evidence of impurities in the morphine. Jen asked Seth about this.

"You should have seen what my bricks were like 20 years ago. This is a huge improvement," Seth chuckled.

"What sort of acid-base extraction did you use to purify this morphine?" Jen asked curiously.

"Um, you're losing me, acid what?" Seth asked in confusion.

"Do you mix it with dimethyl ether in a separation funnel?" Jen prompted.

"Um, what in a what?" Seth asked in bewilderment.

"To get much higher purity husband, I thought you were a chemist?" Jen asked confused.

"I'm a drug cook, not a chemist. I learn to cook drugs by being shown what to do, and gotten better by trial and error. I know sod all about proper chemistry," Seth admitted embarrassedly.

"Forgive my impertinence husband, you are right to do it your way. I'm sorry I spoke," Jen said quickly to spare his embarrassment.

"Screw that, I want to get it more pure. Do you know a lot of chemistry?" Seth asked.

"8 years of chemistry classes. I had to be punished many times but I eventually learned to get 100 percent marks in every chemistry lesson," Jen admitted humbly.

Seth whistled loudly in wonder.

"I am a tool for you to wield husband, you are the master mind, I am but a humble tool in your hand," Jen reassured him.

"Well then get tooling, show me how pure you can make this morphine," Seth said excitedly.

"Yes husband, I will have to make some of the reagents and solvents from scratch. This will take a few hours," Jen said with a loving smile.

***...

"Holy FUCK! That's the most pure morphine I have ever seen!" Seth exclaimed in wonder 6 hours later.

"99.99 percent pure if I didn't make any errors," Jen said hopefully.

Seth whistled in wonder.

"I am so sorry that I couldn't get it 100 percent pure," Jen apologised.

"Don't apologise, this is FANTASTIC! You are going to pay for yourself at this rate!" Seth exclaimed in feverish excitement.

"I live to serve you husband," Jen said happily.

"Can you do the same with the heroin? Can you get 100 percent purity?" Seth asked excitedly.

"Yes, I will be hopefully able to get 99.9999 percent purity, essentially pure," Jen said after a brief pause to think.

"YES! WE'RE RICH!" Seth shouted in feverish excitement.

"We are?" Jen asked excitedly.

"Heroin that pure is worth hundreds of credits extra, my whole life I have been trying to get 100 percent purity. You really are the BEST Jen!" Seth said passionately.

Jen smiled blissfully at the praise.

"From now on, you are in charge of cooking the drugs, I will do the farm work and you handle the chemistry stuff," Seth told her.

"Yes husband, I obey," Jen said with happy obedience.

"But first, we celebrate," Seth told her.

"Celebrate husband?" Jen asked hopefully.

Seth grinned and led her by the hand to the bedroom. Jen squealed with joy, the most handsome man in existence was going to make love to her! YES!

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