Chapter 26(OB)
Jen SLEPT! Oh sweet holy Emperor how she slept. Undiluted uninterrupted SLEEP! For the first time in months she just SLEPT!
Sleep was something that she only felt truly grateful for when it was taken away, but after months without it, it was pure HEAVEN!
For an entire day and night, Jen slept, a full 24 hours of uninterrupted heavenly sleep! It was orgasmic, blissful, just the most wonderful pleasure she had ever felt besides sex with Seth. Her entire body thrilled at the relaxation of the sleep, and her mind had fantastic sex dreams about Seth!
It was the best of both worlds, enjoying both sleep and sex at the same time! At times she did also dream about Spermy the slagman coming to life and raping random men with his rebar genitalia, but in her dreams Seth and the Emperor himself heroically protected her from Spermy the slagman, hacking him apart and carrying Jen to safety!
Jen was smiling as she slept, dreaming about Seth spreading her legs and penetrating her anus with mighty thrusts of his cock! She was moaning his name and proclaiming her love for him. She LOVED her husband so much!
The dreams came and went, changed the way that dreams do, but always returned to being focused on Seth. Jen's entire psyche was hardwired to focus completely on her imprinted husband, and even her dreams shared this singularity of focus. Everything always came back to Seth, he was her everything in life!
Jen had such wonderful sex dreams about Seth, living out fantasies about sucking his penis and swallowing his semen! Jen had not yet been able to do this to successful completion in real life, as the infant oxygen tent had never lost it's rather strong odour of mould and yeast after her homemade antibiotic experiment all those months ago. The smell had been rather counterproductive to setting a romantic mood!
The infant oxygen tent in real life was currently still in its box, still filled with shrapnel holes, but in Jen's dreams they didn't need a tent to breathe, simply breathing outside without needing masks. It was GLORIOUS!
Jen LOVED giving head to Seth in her dreams, it had a spiritual purity about it. Vaginal sex had a worrying tendency to give Jen far too much pleasure of her own, and caused insidious temptation to focus on her own sexual pleasure, with such dangerous things as the female orgasm. Giving head was far more pure, giving pleasure to her husband without risking any orgasm of her own, it was a holy wifely duty to give head as much as possible when her husband allowed it.
Jen had of course tasted Seth's semen many times after sex, and LOVED the taste of it, but he hadn't yet ejaculated directly into her mouth, except in her wonderful dreams.
Jen did not orgasm even once during her dreams tonight, she got to give endless wonderful orgasms to Seth without ever once getting orgasms herself! It was HEAVENLY!
Jen gave endless oral sex and hand jobs, got anally penetrated repeatedly without any vaginal stimulation, and even squeezed her large breasts together over Seth's penis and slid them up and down on the shaft until he ejaculated all over her face and neck! She thrilled as her imprinted husband moaned in orgasmic pleasure, and she felt a warm glow of spiritual satisfaction that she was herself not getting orgasms, a pure servant giving without receiving anything back except the satisfaction of a job well done!
What wonderful dreams! Oh the heaven of sleep combined with serving her husband! This was her very idea of heaven! When she eventually died, she hoped that her heavenly paradise would be just giving head to Seth for all eternity whilst feeling eternally rested!
Jen sighed in bliss in her dream as Seth came inside her mouth yet again, this was paradise!
Absolute heaven!
***...
Eventually Jen did awake from her wonderful dreamland, feeling the most well rested she had felt in a very long time. She was still hooked up to the hydrolysis unit by a long air tube to her air mask, and laying on a pile of empty plastic bliss grass sacks, thick enough to provide some padding against the hard concrete floor.
Jen blinked sleepily and gave a soft feminine yawn. She immediately looked around to find Seth, and saw him talking to a group of other men of Jen's Shed a few meters away inside the shed.
"You are finally awake beautiful, I was starting to think you would never wake up," Seth said to her as soon as he saw her awake.
Jen smiled at the praise of being called beautiful by Seth, and immediately walked to his side to attend to his pleasure. Seth was wearing only underwear and a hydrolysis unit connected air mask, his delicious physique glistening with sweat, and Jen got instantly wet as wet could be at the sight of it!
Seth put an affectionate arm around Jen for a moment, but seemed to quickly overheat from the contact, and broke away from the touch.
Jen was not offended, and instead picked up a scrap bit of flat plastic sheet board from a bit of old packaging, and used it as a hand held fan to obediently fan her husband like a good servant should.
"That feels wonderful Jen, but don't over exert yourself. You were asleep for 24 hours, you really should eat something and drink some water." Seth told her tenderly.
"Yes husband," Jen said with cheerful obedience, she actually was quite hungry and dehydrated.
Jen gradually drank two entire litres of rain water over the course of the next 20 minutes, cooking some yap-yap with a very tiny amount of other vegetables in the old oven at a very economical power setting as she did so.
The old oven still had a lot of shrapnel damage, but this had been crudely repaired with a lot of raw corrugated iron off cuts crudely flattened and screwed over the holes. The oven electronics had been Jerry rigged to bypass the damage, and the heating element had been gashed but still in enough of one piece to keep functioning. The glass had been completely smashed, and simply replaced with screwed sheet metal with the outside face smeared with thick dry clay to offer some meagre insulation.
Jen gratefully ate the yap-yap when it was barely cooked enough to eat, so hungry that for once the taste didn't bother her. She was sick to death of yap-yap, but the eldar were still active on the planet, and might return to the farm at any time. They had little choice but to keep using it as their primary food staple.
Having eaten and drank, Jen daintily went to the toilet in a bucket. She had absolutely no privacy, and the men made only a show of not looking, almost all of them very discreetly watching. They all knew what came next in her routine, and most were obviously excited despite trying to hide it. Jen now had to get naked and bathe, and the men got to watch...
Seth excused himself and wandered over to bathe with her. She could not be willingly naked in front of other men without being in direct skin on skin physical contact with Seth at all times. Seth put his bare pinkie toe in contact with Jen's foot, and she instantly stripped naked with him touching her.
Jen continued squatting over the toilet bucket, and used a very gently flowing rain water hose and a lot of soap to clean her anus very thoroughly, all of the filthy water going in the bucket. Seth then held the hose for her to let her wash her hands and rinse the soap, all the water going into the bucket.
The bucket was usually less than half full of water by this point, as Jen was learning to be more economical with water, and the bucket was covered to keep out the rain, and carried away by one of Jen's assistants to be tipped into a larger container of town sewerage to be later used as manure in the fields.
The floor of the shed was divided by a ring of sandbags into an inner dry area, and an outer area that was perpetually flooded with a few centimetres of water. The quad bike parking spot occupied the biggest single section of the flooded outer area, with the remaining flooded areas confined to no more than two feet away from the corrugated iron wall bottoms that kept letting all this water in through gaps under the sheets.
The water in the flooded areas was surprisingly clean, as the synthetic fabric sacks used for the sandbags were partly waterproof and did not let the contents of the sandbags make too much contact with the rain water. This water continually skirted around the ring of inner sandbags, and flowed out the door of the shed, as the concrete slab was slightly raised. The water was only trapped in the first place because of poor forethought in the placement of the outside sandbag walls, forcing the water to escape via the gaps under the walls and out over the floor.
The water then proceeded to add to the flood that constantly filled the "streets" of the town, skirting around the earthwork mounds to escape under the gates and out into the very flat surrounding landscape that was itself only a few millimetres less flooded than the town. This constantly carried the lead from Spermy the slagman away from the shed and out over the surrounding crop fields... The town was now forced to get its food only from the most far away fields now thanks to this contamination.
Jen proceeded to hold Seth's hand and sat down on the floor in the flooded area in the farthest corner from the shed door and Spermy the slagman. Jen had already been near this corner anyway for some measure of privacy as she toileted, so merely had to step over the sandbags to reach it.
This corner area had deliberately had the inner sandbags moved out from the shed inside wall to create a larger flooded area for bathing purposes, and had no lead contamination, as the inner most layer of the outside sandbags all used clean clay taken from clay dug back before the wet season made Spermy the slagman contaminate the entire area with waterborne lead. The sandbags inside the shed were likewise clean, and had been made with the cleanest clay the men had been able to find within a few miles of the shed.
Seth sat with Jen in the water, and they proceeded to wash each other with a speed built up from months of practice whilst having no time to spare. In under 5 minutes both of them were standing up, rinsing off the soap with the rain water hose, their bodies almost surgical levels of clean from the fast but extremely thorough wash. This high speed was now merely from habit, no longer a necessity without Jen making constant batteries.
Seth chuckled.
"We can take it a bit more slowly now," Seth said affectionately, and placed a hand on Jen's wet breast.
Jen shivered in thrill at the touch, and made soft moaning noises designed to excite men.
It was still disgustingly hot, and this water was every bit as warm as the air, but Jen would never show anything but the strongest sexual receptivity to Seth no matter how hot it was.
"Pity it's so damn hot. I would have you right now, but we would boil. Damn shame we had to rip apart those electric fans for battery metals, damn bad shame," Seth murmured in dismay.
"We can buy more," Jen purred provocatively.
"Not for a while I'm afraid." Seth said sadly, which confused Jen.
"As you wish husband," Jen said obediently.
"It's not about what I wish, it's about the supply situation during a war. 1D8V-44 is an active war zone, the governor has already directed all nonessential resources to the war effort," Seth explained.
"He did?" Jen asked in confusion.
"You have been asleep all day, you missed all the news from the boat merchants. I tried to buy a lot of stuff today, we all did, but the boats can't sell anything except stuff that we absolutely cannot live without. Solar panels we can buy, as the governor deemed them essential to survival, same with hydrolysis units, batteries, air equipment, that sort of thing. A tiny amount of ammunition is allowed to be sold, but it has huge tariff taxes on it to raise money for the war effort." Seth explained gravely.
"No panties for sale?" Jen asked with terrible disappointment.
"I'm afraid not, but maybe we could get some very basic sewing supplies?" Seth offered.
"My books?" Jen asked.
"Ah, well that's a different story. Colonel A1A managed to convince the governor not to put any restrictions on the sale of Wsuian products. We can order anything we like from Z8C," Seth said bittersweetly.
Seth stepped out of the water onto the dry concrete, and Jen followed suit, maintaining physical contact at all times. The dry area of the concrete floor was cleaned to Jen's exacting standards at least 3 times a day, or at least the parts that people walked on were. Jen and Seth finished by sitting on the dry floor, feet held over the flooded floor section, washing their feet very well with soap, and rinsing their feet under the rainwater hose into the flooded area.
Someone was already standing by to clean the floor under them as they finished this last part of the body wash, and they carefully got up and moved aside to dry as the next Jen's Shed resident, who now had an erection, got undressed to begin bathing. Jen and Seth politely ignored all the erections visibly poking up under the underpants of every man in the room at the sight of Jen bathing.
It was extremely difficult to get dry in the shed during this wet season humidity, and impossible to stay dry if you left, so Seth and Jen didn't even bother, merely washing their clothes in a bucket of harsh cleaning detergent and thoroughly rinsing them with a rain water hose over the flooded floor area before putting the wet clothes back on.
Seth was wearing only bleached white underpants that hid exactly nothing when wet, they had originally been dark blue, but Jen's detergent options had been limited with the homemade reagents and far more important matters on her mind, and some days she had just made bleach for washing clothes to save time. Seth was not alone in having bleached clothes, every bit of clothing in the town was now bleach white.
Jen put on her borrowed bleached white tee shirt, which had originally been khaki coloured, and her sexy lace bridal lingerie bra, which had already been white to start with so didn't mind bleach. At least her lace bra was thick enough to hide her nipples even when wet, but her vagina and bottom was on full display through the wet tee shirt.
The shirt might not cover her lower modesty, but it at least tricked her instincts into thinking that it did, and let her at normally in a room full of men even when Seth wasn't present. Jen instead admired the view of Seth see through underpants.
"My eyes are up here," Seth said adoringly.
Jen giggled, glanced at his eyes, and then looked at his crotch again. Seth had an erection from Jen's provocative behaviour even despite the heat.
"Damn it's too hot to have you been so damn arousing, this is absolutely torturing me not being able to play with you," Seth said panting.
Jen dutifully became less provocative, relaxing her body language to stop trying to make him horny. She was delighted and humbled by her ability to sexually arouse her husband, it was such a wonderful feeling.
Seth gazed out the open shed door, and Jen followed his gaze. It was night time outside, but still constantly raining the thick light mist and still revoltingly hot. A single high efficiency light bulb was on in the ceiling, but otherwise there was no light of any kind in the town.
The shed had about 30 people crammed inside it, both sheltering from the rain and wanting to be close to Jen. Given the choice, every man in the town would stay in the shed if he could, but there just wasn't room to both use the space for the essential things the shed did with enough walking space and to house the entire population of Jen's Shed. The other close to 70 people were all forced to live in the tiny little mud huts, which can't be much fun.
Jen had looked inside a few of the mud huts out of curiosity over the past 2 and a bit months, almost 3 months now in actual fact, and it hadn't been pretty in those tiny little huts. The huts at least had a raised clay floor higher than the outside waterline, and the floors were all slightly angled to drain out the door, making them at least drier than sleeping in the puddles outside, but only slightly drier.
The constant rain mists still floated in through the doorways of the huts, not as much as outside, but still enough to make the floors damp. The damp made the clay get muddy and runny, and made the men who slept here get absolutely filthy. The clay of the huts had to be continually replaced from the constant erosion, both on the walls and floors, and the men had taken to just using the lead contaminated mud of the town to provide this replacement clay, causing a growing epidemic of lead poisoning.
The men were also getting water borne E coli infections, causing diarrhoea which couldn't always reach a bucket in time. This runny stray diarrhoea then found its way into the water of the streets, mixing with the muddy clay, and causing yet more water borne infections. Thank goodness that this anoxic atmosphere could not support lice or fleas, or things might be REALLY nasty.
Another big problem was skin ulcers from both the damp conditions and the lack of oxygen. Just thank goodness that this planet was dead and had nothing much living in its soils, especially no really harmful anoxic soil bacteria of the Clostridium genus!
The huts were squalid muddy hovels, contaminated with lead and E coli, with nothing but a roof over their heads, partially bullet resistant walls, and large air bottles that were replaced twice daily inside.
The men all wanted to be able to be in the shed, but competition for this privilege was fierce, and determined solely by how close a relationship they had with Seth. Nearly all of them had been among the 30 who had helped beat up the attempted rapists all those months ago, those who hadn't been wise enough to order a 679 line wife back when they still had farms of their own, but also present were a few other men with some friendship with Seth who had filled up the odd vacant positions in the shed.
The shed was like a palace by the standards of accommodation in this town, it was clean, bullet proof, safe, big enough to stand up in, relatively dry, contained the air supply, contained the only oven for cooking food, contained the fresh water supplies, and most importantly, it contained Jen.
The men all liked being around Jen, they REALLY liked being around Jen. They were forever sneaking into the shed just to look at her, never touching, but just looking. She had noticed that she had a calming effect on the men, when men got really distressed from the fighting and hardship of the air wars, Seth would get them to just sit in the shed for a few hours just being in Jen's presence. Jen had always been extremely busy and had usually barely even noticed these men, but after a few hours of just being in the same room as her, these men seemed to become much calmer and more relaxed.
In some weird way Jen had cemented this entire community together, more than just needing her for air, they seemed to genuinely like just being around her. Whenever she bathed, or had sex with Seth, almost the entire town seemed to find some excuse for having to visit the shed, and it was almost standing room only as an army of people tried to watch. Seth allowed this, because it had a positive effect on town morale, and Jen did her best to just ignore them.
At the moment, the shed was quite empty, as Jen's usual routine was not being followed today. She usually bathed and had sex in the very early morning when it was cool, not just before midnight when it was still too hot as the time was right now. The town was mostly asleep, and the people in the shed had mostly been asleep too, and had only woken up now because Jen had finally woken up from a day of just sleeping.
The town was very quiet. Apart from the night guards, no one was moving around outside. The men of the shed were bathing right now only because the moment Jen started bathing, a lot of the men moved as close as they could to watch, under the pretext of waiting their turn to bathe, now that Jen had finished bathing, these men had little choice but to follow through with their own bathing to save face from just looking like perverts.
Seth and Jen were not stupid, they saw through it all, but in the interest of getting everyone through the hellish air wars, Seth had deliberately turned a blind eye to this behaviour. Jen wondered how much longer Seth would tolerate it now that peace had returned to the farm.
Seth sat down on a metal chair at the main drug lab table and Jen sat down on a chair next to him. On the table was a securely locked large metal tool box.
Seth gestured to one of the now heavily armed Plowman brothers, and was handed an iron key. Seth took the key, and slid it into the sturdy raw steel padlock that locked the large steel tool box. Seth turned the key, and the padlock opened with a small click.
Seth opened the box wide, revealing that it was completely filled with cash notes, official imperial credits, the hard currency of Terra itself, all minted in the Imperial palace treasury itself! This was the hardest form of currency in the entire Imperium, the favourite unit of monetary currency for traders all over the galaxy.
The notes were all clearly old, a sure sign of not being marked bills released by the Adeptus Arbites to follow the money trail back to the source of the drugs. The drug trade bulk dealers didn't ever accept a note that wasn't at least 50 years old, to be sure that it wasn't marked bills to expose their operation. Marked bills never stayed in circulation for 50 years, the Adeptus Arbites always followed the trail up long before then.
The notes were horribly stained and crumpled, but made of a highly durable synthetic material far more hard wearing than normal paper. The notes were filthy from spending decades in the pockets of people in the reeking hives of Terra, carrying sweat, smog, dust, sludge and sewerage ingrained into the grimy notes.
The notes might be hideously dirty, but each grimy rectangle of grotty synthetic material was a 100 credit note, and worth far more than the shabby appearance suggested. The large metal box was stuffed to bursting with these notes, and was only one of several similar boxes.
"Do you want your share of the money now Jen?" Seth asked.
"You can have my share husband," Jen said happily.
"Oh no you don't, this money is YOURS. You are to spend it on what YOU want to spend it on," Seth said firmly.
"How much?" Jen asked fearfully.
"32000 credits," Seth said proudly.
"What would I even buy with that much money!?" Jen exclaimed in wonder.
"Here's a catalog from the boats, everything they are allowed to sell in this time of war," Seth said, handing her a distressingly thin pamphlet book.
Jen took the pamphlet and looked in dismay as Seth started counting out bills of money, placing them in a pile in front of Jen as he carefully started counting out 32000 credits for her!
Jen looked at the growing pile of money in wonder, she didn't particularly want to touch those filthy notes, and didn't even know where she would put them until she spent them. Seth seemed to read her mind, and placed an empty grain sack with her name written on it in front of her.
"Carry this with you at all times until we find a better solution," Seth explained.
"Yes husband," Jen agreed obediently.
***...
Jen flicked through the meagre catalogue pamphlet as she sat on the floor of the shed by the canyon the next day, deciding what order to place with the next cargo boat that came along the river.
The pamphlet was a distressingly tiny thing, printed on extremely cheap local paper in a cheap printer, the pages waxed to keep them waterproof in the incessant warm rainy mist that completely soaked everything. It had so few pages, small pages all, and no pictures either, just black ink typed words.
1D8V-44 was now an active Imperial war zone hosting the Imperial Guard, and Planetary Governor Jacob Stone was enacting standard Imperium economic policy in this situation, namely the almost complete redirection of all available resources to the military.
The steel mill, copper mill, lead mill, and chemical factories now were being used solely for the creation of military supplies and ammunition and explosives. All nonessential personnel in the town around the space port had been ordered by the governor himself to work in these mills and factories making ammunition and similar military products. All other nonessential industries now had little to no staff.
Steel construction materials were no longer being sold to civilians, as the steel was needed for the military. This meant that the farm could not buy any kit buildings, new sheds, nothing like that. Other steel products were highly limited, and only essentials like new air bottles and hydrolysis units were still being sold, by Governor's orders.
Weapons of course were not being sold, the planet's entire stock of lasguns for example was being held for military use only, no matter how much you were willing to pay. The same went for more low tech weapons like solid slug pistols and rifles. The Governor was grudgingly still selling ammunition to fit the existing civilian guns, but selling it at outrageous prices to raise more money for his new and improved planetary defence force.
Even stuff like cement was not being sold, as the cement factory work force was drastically reduced, and what little cement they still made was all being used by the military for making military constructions.
Fibre glass products were extremely limited, with no nonessential products being sold due to labor shortages. The same thing went for glass, which was bad news for replacing the chemistry set. The planet just no longer had the labor for civilian products.
What she COULD buy was mostly just the bare essentials for survival, manure for the farms, stuff like soap, overpriced ammo, a few imported goods like Wsuian slaves, and a few other things that were not particularly exciting. At least she could still buy essential medical supplies like antibiotics, so she would start by buying all the medical supplies she could.
She was very relieved to find that a small imported civilian "pocket sized sewing kit" was still available for sale, but the pamphlet did not say what was in the kit. Jen searched in vain for any other sewing supplies for sale in the pamphlet, and decided to buy several as they only cost 10 credits each.
No clothing of any kind was being sold, neither were shoes, bedding, new furniture, or anything else that might keep her warm over the next cold season. Nothing!
Basic farm supplies like empty grain sacks were still for sale, basic stuff that the farms couldn't function without, and Jen wondered if she could use these to provide the fabric for making clothes.
Seeds for various legal crops were still for sale, including cotton seeds that might help end Jen's fabric shortage, and Jen planned to buy every type of seed she could to expand their options over the coming year.
What really upset Jen was the lack of appliances for sale. She needed a refrigerator for the enzymes, not that she could even buy the enzymes anymore, and also for keeping food and chemicals cool. She had been really hoping to get an air conditioner, or at least a desk fan, to do something about this heat.
Jen had wanted to buy so many things for the home and the farm, and maybe even a few little things for herself, but now those dreams were shattered.
This was the reality of what happened when the Imperium went to war, to make all the high powered weaponry and equipment for these high tech wars, the civilian populations were forced to go without everything from refrigerators to fabrics to furniture to even just toilet paper. War was the destroyer of civilian economic prosperity, it sucked in resources like a black hole, and gave back nothing meaningful in return.
Factories and workers that might have once made things like civilian vehicles and worthwhile civilian products were inevitably redirected to make bullets, bolter rounds, bombs and missiles, all of which were immediately expended with little to show for all the effort making them. For ten thousand years the Imperium had been shooting it's wealth out the barrel of a trillion guns, wealth that was lost forever.
The entire mineral deposits of entire planets were dug up and wasted on war. Entire generations of potentially highly skilled workers were conscripted into armies and killed on the battlefield. Every year important civilian projects and infrastructure maintenance were put on hold to redirect the resources to the war effort.
Only hyper militarised planets like Wsuioo thrived in this sort of environment, and always at the expense of other people. In the modern Imperium there was mostly just war, and it absolutely sucked for civilians.
Jen sighed and decided what she was going to buy from the little available. She heard the sound of a cargo boat approaching 5 minutes later, and walked out into the rain. The shed had been packed with other people waiting to buy from the boat, and they went out too.
Jen walked with the crowd down the gently sloping vehicle track down into the flooded canyon. The river was still rising by the day, and the lip of rock was currently submerged under a few centimetres of water.
A very few boats were moored in a long line out of the way to one side of the river, the only boats of the Jen's Shed population that the Wsuians hadn't stolen. Seth's little boat was among them, but no longer had a motor, having had the motor scrapped to make batteries. The other boats were likewise missing vital parts, with the motors scrapped and aluminium masts gone to provide battery metal.
These boats could still float, but were not much use without propulsion. With the current rain they filled with water too fast anyway. The boats were currently all half full of water, resting on high rocks on the bottom of the stream sides so they were elevated slightly in the water, with bung holes open to let the water drain to the same level as the stream. They were chained together in a line with all steel padlocks and all steel chains, just down river from the end of the lip of rock, with a long chain mooring them to a mooring ring in the bottom of the lip of rock. These boats were as out of the way as possible to let the cargo boats past, and could only be reached by wading down the river.
Jen and the rest of the crowd gathered on the partially flooded lip of rock, beside the quad bike that was already parked waiting to help unload the boat. The cargo boat was still 50 meters away down river, it's noisy old electric motor humming too loudly due to some mechanical problem.
The cargo boat was about 4 meters wide, extremely flat bottomed, and clearly designed for carrying a lot of weight in extremely shallow water. It was made of thick fibreglass, but had a crude curving roof like a bandwagon, a fully transparent plastic sheet material suspended over a series of bended plastic bands and attached to all the sides of the boat to keep out the rain.
The cargo boat was around 10 meters long, too long to turn around this far up the river, but was able to move in reverse to get back to where the river was wide enough to turn around. It had 2 crew onboard, had its own tall radio antenna, its own onboard hydrolysis unit, and a bank of extremely lightweight batteries to last the journey between port stops.
The boat was visibly packed to bursting with its maximum safe cargo weight of solar panels and other supplies for sale. It was probably heading further up river to reach the even more isolated farms, but it slowed down at the sight of the crowd of eager customers.
The cargo boat pulled up alongside the lip of rock, and one of the crew unzipped the clear plastic sheet enough to get out and moor the boat. Both crew members wore flak armour despite the heat, and both carried a pair of brutal full auto machine pistols on holster belts, and looked ready to gun down the entire crowd at the first hint of trouble. Jen gulped fearfully.
The crowd kept a respectful distance from the boat, and the crewman who had gotten out to moor the boat pulled out one of his fully automatic machine pistols and stood watch to make sure no one stole anything. The crewman who was still in the boat moved to the open flap in the side of the plastic, and picked up a sales clipboard.
The crowd all talked at the same time, wanting to buy things, and Jen couldn't even get close enough to place an order. She patiently waited for her turn for over an hour as the people in front of her bought a lot of stuff in a squabbling frenzy. Jen finally got to the front and got the attention of the boat merchant.
"Nice vag lady, I can see absolutely everything, you really should dress more modestly, not that I'm complaining mind," the merchant chuckled when he saw her, her clothes were completely see through in the rain, showing her complete lack of panties.
Jen ignored the sexual harassment remark and timidly asked to buy a carefully memorised list of items.
"Sold out of all of those things, the towns further down the river buy the more coveted items off us before we even get up this far. Some of your menfolk bought the last of the medical supplies a few minutes ago if you're really desperate," the merchant told her.
"Could I place an order then? To get the things especially delivered to me?" Jen asked hopefully in a very humble and polite voice.
"No can do lady, least not unless you make it worth my while," the merchant said, looking her up and down in a way she did not like at all.
"More money?" Jen asked timidly with rising fear.
The merchant chuckled suggestively and huskily said, "I was thinking something else actually."
Jen felt absolutely terrified. This man was clearly soliciting sex from his body language and tone!
This put Jen in a terrible situation. If she spurned this merchant than he might deliberately never come back to this farm again! Jen had great need of these items, and it was absolutely vital that she do nothing to offend any of the boat merchants, as they might tell their friends to avoid the farm out of spite!
Jen immediately looked around to see who could see her, especially looking for Seth, she needed to do this before deciding how to handle this. She immediately saw several of Seth's key supporters eyeing her very closely, but Seth himself wasn't here. Jen altered her body language to look both regretful and to very deliberately draw the merchant's attention to the men eyeing her warily.
The merchant looked to the men and read the men's suspicious body language. The merchant's face fell in disappointment, and he quickly looked around to see if he could find somewhere more private to take Jen. The merchant soon apparently acknowledged to himself that it was impossible to sleep with her in this place without the men seeing, and sighed in disappointment.
Jen was extremely careful with her body language, not saying a word but very subtly non verbally hinting that she would sleep with the man if they had more privacy. Jen of course would not sleep with anyone except Seth, but she had little choice but to deceive this merchant to keep him friendly.
"Yeah... Tell you what, just for you I will consider letting you place an order. You can just owe me a favour in the future," the merchant said with a lustful smile, looking at her vagina.
Jen nodded nervously and hurriedly told him her order as he wrote it down. The merchant then continued hitting on her and staring at her vagina, as other people tried to get his attention to buy stuff. Jen felt scared and violated, but had little choice but to appease this man for the wellbeing of the farm.
Jen felt almost sick with relief when the boat finally left, that had been such a horrible situation. The men around her had also lost a bit of respect for her, almost as if she had just been unfaithful to Seth! Life really was complicated!