Chapter 27(OB)
Jen had a very awkward time explaining herself to Seth when she next saw him, in the main shed, explaining to both Seth and the crowd of eavesdroppers what had happened with the boat merchant and why she had not resisted the sexual advances.
"I wasn't going to sleep with him, a 679 line wife is indeed incapable of being knowingly unfaithful to her imprinted husband. But if I had rejected him too openly then he would have punished the entire town! We will be in peril if the boat merchants get offended with us!" Jen explained emphatically.
The entire crowd murmured at this.
"What should I have done?" Jen asked.
"I trust you with my life Jen, you deserve the benefit of the doubt before we all jump to conclusions, you've earned that," Seth said, more to the crowd of eavesdroppers than to Jen.
"Thank you for your understanding husband. In future, what should I do?" Jen asked humbly.
"I actually think that you did the right thing, you are right about those boat merchants, damn dangerous to upset those boys. When he comes back with your order, don't wear a bra, let him see your nipples through your wet top. We will flood the canyon with people so that he can't touch you, and put you right at the front to go first." Seth said with a grim thoughtfulness.
"No bra husband?" Jen asked obediently.
"Yep, no bra. Nothing but the white shirt you wear. Let him see the lot, it will make him more agreeable," Seth told her.
"Yes husband, I obey your every command," Jen said with complete obedience.
"You sure about that Seth?" asked one of the men in the shed.
"Well do you have a better idea?" Seth asked the man.
"Well, it's just that Jen might get a reputation," the man said.
"Anyone in this town who believes such a reputation about my wife can get the hell off my farm immediately. Are you suggesting that my wife is a harlot?" Seth demanded.
The entire crowd just about fell over themselves with proclamations of not believing anything bad about Jen, loudly insisting that she was virtuous.
"We need these boat boys to show us favourable treatment. If that takes a bit of nipples on display on Jen's part then we should honour her sacrifice to help the community. Unless you can convince me of a better idea, my wife is going to do this," Seth insisted.
"Yes husband," Jen said obediently.
The crowd wasn't happy, but Seth had carefully ensured that this unhappiness was focused on himself rather than Jen. Jen now looked like the poor innocent virtuous girl being forced by her husband to do these things. In the space of a few minutes Seth had completely turned around the negative perception of Jen, making her look saintly while he looked like a tyrant.
Jen felt so deeply touched, Seth really was her knight in shining armour!
Jen was currently standing in front of Seth, still wearing her heavy backpack air bottle, and she excused herself to switch to a hydrolysis unit air hose as the backpack was very heavy.
Jen had had to walk all the way back to Jen's Shed on foot, a distance of over 3 miles, as the quad bike was being used out in the distant crop fields to collect the latest bliss grass harvests. All of Seth's other farm vehicles had been scrapped for battery materials during the air wars, and the quad bike had to service a truly massive agricultural operation all by itself now.
Jen had walked right in the middle of the crowd of men for safety, with the men forming up protectively around her comforting feminine presence, making her safe from sudden sniper fire. The men had been wearing pistol belts, and carrying everything they had bought from the boat as best as they could between them.
The walk home had been long, hot, and heavy, and the suspicious looks the men had been giving her had just been horrible to endure. Jen had been close to tears by the end of the walk, and had then immediately had to explain herself to Seth!
Jen was just glad that it was over. She immediately got started on her daily chores of making chemical reactions for the town.
Jen LOVED doing chores, the more tedious and unglamorous the better. She was bred to be a slave housewife, with an intense desire to work very hard every waking moment doing chores to please her husband. She was not good at just sitting around relaxing, unless it was with her husband in some sort of sexual setting.
Jen wanted to cook, clean, and do all the other chores around the town, but her husband had given her chemistry duties, explaining that she had too much potential in laboratory work to waste her time on her usual chores. Seth's wish was her law, and she cheerfully did this special chore to please him.
"What are we making today Mrs Renwick?" Jen's chemistry assistants asked respectfully.
Jen smiled at her assistants, she liked these "servants" of her husband, and had the closest bond with them outside of Seth, as she spent so much time with these men.
"Today I am going to make a full stock of useful reagents, the stuff we have been forever short of during the air wars. We need to build up a huge stock of chemicals to use later." Jen explained cheerfully.
"Lead the way boss," the assistants said happily.
What followed was extremely boring for everyone except Jen, using yap-yap and the leftover gunk from the bliss grass processing to provide the raw materials for making chemical reagents. Acid base extractions, distillations, filtration, precipitation, gravity settling, and countless other procedures, extracted the different chemicals from the plants and purified them in concentration to be used for yet more chemical reactions.
The assistants were learning fast, but still knew very little compared to Jen, and had only the vaguest idea what they were actually doing in terms of chemistry theory. They were good at mixing the stuff they mixed every day, good at doing the practical stuff that Jen had taught them, made excellent assistants. But they needed Jen to direct them in anything beyond this repetitive behaviour.
Jen worked the men very hard, but the heat and humidity slowed them down, Jen helped constantly to increase speed, and managed to produce many litres of different useful reagents. Every reagent gave the town more options for dealing with the supply crisis, letting them make everything from explosives to medical chemicals in the future as needed. Today's work was not at all glamorous, but it was still vitally important.
Plastic bottles quickly ran out as Jen made every useful chemical she could think of from what she had available, and Jen was forced to stop due to lack of containers. Jen then tried to clean, but Seth soon stopped her, telling her to either relax or find something more useful to do.
Jen predictably racked her brain for something useful to do, and started working on an electrochemical reaction to deal with Spermy the slagman. Jen's assistants looked hot and tired as they shovelled the oxidised metal slag of Spermy the slagman into a plastic drum half full of sulphuric acid they had just finished making, and grumbled about her inability to just relax.
Jen used lead strips attached to high wattage cables to turn the drum of acid and slag into a recharging lead acid battery. The strips of lead gradually grew as the provided electricity drew lead atoms out of the solution and added them to the growing strips in the reversal of the battery discharge process.
Jen then had to stop the electrochemical reaction as night fell, as it would be bad if it drained power from the storage batteries when the solar panels weren't generating power.
Jen sighed, and tried yet again to do chores, but Seth stopped her again, and made her "sit down and relax".
Jen felt agitated as she sat down doing nothing. She wanted to be doing something to serve Seth, whether sexual or menial in nature, but he was ordering her to just sit here and relax!
It was far too hot to have sex, not that that would stop Jen if Seth let her, and probably too hot to be doing chores either to be honest, but Jen's drive to serve was very strong. She agitatedly thought about jobs she could be doing around the farm, about possibilities.
Jen could do so many things to help the community with her chemistry. She knew how to make plastics, polymers, nylon, resins, high explosives, the explosive components of bullets, acids capable of dissolving rock and steel, poisons and toxins, antidotes to poisons, medical products like aspirin, just a whole range of useful stuff.
So many things could be done, but she was only one person. What she needed was more people with her level of chemistry knowledge, more 679 line women.
In time the entire town would save up enough money to buy a 679 line wife for every man. Groups of men like the Plowman brothers were already pooling their money together to order a wife for one of their number right now. The orders had already been placed with Z8C, but until he personally received the payment in full and sent it back to Wsuioo, these women would not even be sent to the planet.
Z8C was a hard man to find these days, as he was touring the entire planet in a convoy of commandeered boats getting payments for orders. He would arrive at the farm eventually, but it might not be for a very long time.
The town would eventually have more 679 line wives then you could shake a stick at, and when that happened things could really get done around here, but until then, it was all up to Jen to do what she could.
***...
Jen was very uncomfortable as she stood on the lip of rock in the canyon a few days later. She was not wearing a bra under her completely see through top, and her heavy boobs were doing murder to her poor back!
Jen's boobs were swollen with milk as she got closer to giving birth, and her nipples were especially large and swollen and pointy. Her boobs hurt from just supporting their own weight without a bra, and hung down painfully in the high gravity.
Behind Jen stood as many men as the farm could spare, to give Jen the best chance of not having to sleep with the boat merchant. This was not going to be pleasant.
The boat was still out of view in the misty rain, but they could hear the distinctive too loud hum of the faulty electric engine. They knew from radioing the boat that it was on its way with Jen's order, and had all arrived early in anticipation.
Jen felt like a piece of meat on display as the water dripped off her hanging breasts into the water at her feet, the wet shirt clinging tightly to the contours of her boobs and body. Her normally pink nipples were slightly red from being swollen in preparation for producing milk, and were shockingly visible in contrast to her extremely pale skin.
The noisy boat emerged into view out of the mist, and Jen waved to it energetically as everyone else waved more calmly, drawing attention to herself. The boat pilot noticed Jen, and smiled lustfully. When the boat was close enough to get a good view of her, Jen jumped up and down in pretend excitement, sending her boobs bouncing painfully. It hurt her terribly, but succeeded in very definitely getting the merchant's attention.
The boat very deliberately pulled up so that the side flap was right in front of Jen, and she waved provocatively to the merchant. The merchant smiled and waved back, as the second man got out to moor the boat and maintain security.
Jen hesitantly approached the flap, looking to the security crewman for permission. The security man gave a small nod of his head in permission, and Jen climbed right inside the boat. She was amazed to find it air conditioned inside under the all enclosing clear plastic roof.
The merchant in the boat was smiling hungrily, and patted the seat next to him for Jen to sit down, which she did with pretend enthusiasm, keeping her body language as provocative and horny looking as possible.
Without preamble the merchant started touching her boobs with his hands, and Jen gasped and trembled, pretending to be into it but feeling violated inside.
The men on the lip of rock started shouting angrily at the merchant, and with a terrifyingly loud series of bangs the security man fired a full auto burst of warning shots into the water. Jen gave her standard non-irritating feminine scream of fear at the noise and cowered in fear. The crowd of men were backing off slightly for fear of being shot.
"It's ok girl, he won't shoot YOU, pretty girls are always welcome in the boat," the merchant said huskily.
Jen nodded fearfully.
The merchant's hand dropped down between her legs, and she felt a finger being inserted inside her! Jen trembled violently, resisting the instinct to slap him. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, and remained absolutely still, trying to tell her instincts that the man was a gynaecologist performing a medical examination.
"You like that huh? Biting your lip, must be a real screamer," the merchant said huskily.
Jen tensed, not making a sound lest she scream.
The finger slid in and out of her vagina, and her vaginal muscles clenched tightly in an instinctive response to make it more difficult for another man to penetrate her.
"Wow you're so tight, this will be fun." The merchant said appreciatively.
Jen was breathing hard, and the merchant mistook this for excitement.
"I have an air mattress in the back, under that tarpaulin to give us some privacy," the merchant said huskily.
Jen was now panicking inside, this was not going to plan! This man had no shame!
"They will see! They will tell my husband what I did!" Jen whispered urgently.
"He will get over it," the merchant said dismissively.
Jen felt terrible dismay, this man wasn't taking no for an answer!
"I have all the stuff you ordered, you still want it, you do something for me," the merchant said with clear threat.
Jen nodded wretchedly, and the man directed her to crawl in under a tarpaulin in the back of the boat that covered an air mattress. Jen was hyperventilating as she took off her backpack air bottle and put it on the floor beside her as she lay down on the air mattress on her back.
The merchant crawled in after her, and Jen started to cry with fear.
Jen screamed with all her might as the merchant penetrated her, and her faithfulness instinct would not be stopped any longer. She squirmed desperately and tried to escape, screaming uncontrollably and crying her eyes out.
Her pregnant belly helped to make penetration difficult, as did her tightly clenched vaginal muscles. His penis fell out of her, and he was then unable to get it back in for a while. She tried to crawl away, but the merchant grabbed her from behind and penetrated her doggie style, forcing his penis deep inside despite the tightly clenched muscles.
The merchant was far stronger than Jen, and had no difficulty in overpowering her and raping her. She screamed for him to stop and cried the entire time, but was not strong enough to escape from the iron strength of the merchant.
The merchant grunted in pleasure, and Jen felt him ejaculate inside her. The moment the merchant let go of her she bolted out of the boat, forgetting her air bottle in her blind panic and tearing off her air mask to get away! Jen was breathing in the anoxic atmosphere in her panic as she scrambled out of the boat onto the lip of rock!
She was breathing desperately, but her vision was going grey! She couldn't see! Everything was getting black!
Her muscles gave way beneath her and she collapsed on the flooded ground of the lip of rock, and everything went black and silent.
***...
Jen regained consciousness with a gasp, finding an air mask once again over her face. She was still in the canyon, and the boat merchant was doing chest compressions on her, almost breaking her ribs from the force.
Jen coughed and spluttered, and the merchant stopped the unnecessary CPR.
"Thank the Emperor for that! I almost had to pay 50 grand to replace you!" The merchant exclaimed in relief.
"Rape! You raped me!" Jen coughed out.
The sounds of pistols being cocked sounded among the crowd, and the merchant found himself staring down the barrels of a lot of guns. The merchant raised his hands fearfully and started stammering that this could be sorted out.
"I had a deal with you, the stuff you wanted in exchange for sex. It wasn't rape," the merchant insisted.
"I asked you to stop! I changed my mind but you forced yourself on me!" Jen coughed wretchedly.
"Can't pull out of a deal when I already went to the trouble of bringing the gear all the way here! It wasn't rape!" The merchant insisted, fearful of being shot.
"My, my husband must decide if it's rape or not," Jen said, feeling wretched.
"Oh sweet holy Emperor! Fuck that! I'm not going anywhere near your fucking HUSBAND after this! Look, what will it take for you to drop this whole matter?" The merchant said desperately.
"My husband must decide," Jen repeated.
The merchant dropped down onto his knees and begged for his life, but Jen had had enough. Seth had to decide this matter.
***...
Jen burned with shame as she told Seth that another man had penetrated her, explaining the whole story in detail. Seth was sitting on a shrapnel damaged metal kit chair in the shed by the canyon, having been fetched by the quad bike to come and decide what to do. Jen and the merchant stood before him, as did all the witnesses.
Seth looked red with anger, and was clearly restraining himself from violence right now. Jen felt so ashamed for the sin of being raped that she grovelled down at Seth's feet and begged to be punished severely.
"You fucked my wife?!" Seth snapped at the merchant in a rage.
"I can pay you money," the merchant pleaded fearfully.
"Did you fuck my WIFE!?" Seth bellowed.
"Yes," the merchant squeaked in fear.
"I want you to tell me about it, tell me EVERYTHING!" Seth demanded.
The merchant was surrounded by men with guns pointed at his head, and would die at a word from Seth. The merchant knew that his life hung by a thread, and wet himself heavily in fear as he gave his own highly biased account of what had happened.
Seth was growling with rage as the man blamed Jen for everything, saying that she seduced him and that he was the victim here. Jen herself was in tears of repentance, knowing that the victim was as much to blame as the rapist was in a successful rape, if not more so for bringing shame to her husband!
Jen had done a terrible thing in being raped! The chauvinist wife has to be blamed for being a rape victim! Victim blaming was a just and holy practice, rape victims needed to be held accountable for being such complete whores! Jen was a complete and total whore who needed to take her share of the responsibility.
Jen grovelled weeping before Seth as the witnesses added their own testimony, knowing that this was the worst thing she had ever done. She could not expect the usual mercy this time, this time Seth would surely punish her!
"For fucks sake Jen stop apologising! You are the VICTIM here, of course you won't be punished!" Seth eventually snapped at her after losing his patience.
Jen was flabbergasted but obediently quieted down.
"As for YOU wife fucker, if you want to leave this place alive, you better start making it "worth my while" as you said to my wife the other day. How much is your life worth?" Seth said dangerously.
As it turned out, the merchant thought that his life was worth quite an astonishing lot in fact...
***...
Jen lay fearfully with Seth that night, feeling terribly guilty. Another man had penetrated her!
In the shed in front of them was the entire cargo the boat had been carrying given freely in compensation, as well as a signed rape confession to be used as blackmail to ensure that the merchant returned to the farm regularly and gave them favourable treatment in trading deals. The sheriffs would be very interested in that confession if it was given to them...
"Relax Jen, you are not in trouble. I was the one who told you to be provocative. I was the one who told you to lead the guy on and get in the boat. I messed up, didn't think he would actually rape you in front of a crowd of people. You were just doing what I told you to do," Seth said gently.
"I feel so dirty, so sinful. Another man has polluted my vagina with his seed!" Jen said with deep self loathing.
"I'm so sorry that this happened to you Jen, I should have been there! I really let you down this time," Seth said sorrowfully.
"Husband you don't ever need to apologise to me. A husband is always right, all things are permissible for husbands," Jen said stating the obvious divine truth.
"Not this time I'm not. You got raped following my instructions, I fucked up the worst way a man can with his wife. I was so wrong it's not funny, I'm not worthy of being your husband," Seth said with deep self hatred.
Jen gasped at these words and stammered that he was the best husband and that SHE was not worthy of him!
Seth hushed her and held her tenderly for about a minute before it was too hot to continue cuddling.
Jen did not sleep easy that night. Rape dreams tormented her sleep, and in some of the dreams, Seth himself sent her off to be raped. The dream Seth even commanded her to sleep with a variety of rapists, not only the boat merchant but also Spermy the slagman and all 19 of the men who had formerly masturbated over her each day!
In other dreams Seth was pimping her out for supplies, while she cried tears of betrayal. These dreams were the most horrible dreams she had ever had, dreams of being betrayed by Seth. Something had changed, the world had a new darkness to it now, the darkest it had ever been on an emotional level.
***...
Jen screamed herself awake many times that night, only to wake up to see Seth and scream even more. The person she trusted and loved most had ordered her to do actions that resulted in her being raped. This broken trust was in some ways profoundly worse than the rape itself!
Trust might definitely be damaged now, but Jen was still an imprinted 679 line wife, and completely enslaved to Seth for life. She was incapable of not loving him, incapable of hating him, incapable of leaving him, incapable of disobeying him. Jen was as always completely at Seth's mercy, completely dependent upon him.
Despite being raped only yesterday, Jen was as sexually receptive to Seth as she always was, and he had sex with her 5 times as soon as it got cool enough in the very early morning. Jen was a moaning wet mess as always, completely incapable of saying no.
For the first time in her married life, Jen truly felt just how enslaved she was to Seth. A woman raped less than 24 hours ago neither wants nor ought to have sex, not even a Wsuian woman gets over the emotional trauma of rape that quickly. But Jen was forced by her submission genes to have extremely passionate sex when the trauma was still fresh.
Jen was a complete and total slave in her mind, completely dependent on her husband to choose to show mercy to her. If her husband chose to abuse her, then she was completely defenceless to stop him. She was as vulnerable as it was possible for a woman to be.
That day Jen waited on Seth with grovelling obedience as she always did, did chores as she always did, pleased her husband as she always did. But it now had a traumatic darkness about it. Some of the sweetness had vanished from her life, she felt more broken, more numb.
That night she cried herself to sleep, and had more horrifying dreams.
The days passed by and by, and the numb trauma lingered, getting less painful but more numb each day as time healed some of her trauma. The dreams persisted, but some of the normal sex dreams returned. Sometimes the sex dreams mixed with the rape dreams, which was even worse than the rape dreams because of the element of betrayal.
Jen did gradually feel herself recover, but something had now changed...