Chapter 30(OB)
The approximately 3 week deadline was now up. It had taken 3 whole weeks since the end of the wet season for the massive catchment area to drain, but drain it now had. The local area still had a lot of water sitting around in the form of puddles and groundwater, and it would take a long time for this ambient water to disappear, but this remaining water was not enough to keep the rivers deep enough for the cargo boats and grain boats. For another year they were once more cut off from supplies.
The last day before the deadline had been a frantic rush to make heroin and to buy and sell as much stuff as possible, the locals had even gotten into their own boats to chase down the boat merchants to sell even more freshly produced heroin as they were leaving the area.
It had been absolutely frantic, but the town of Jen's Shed had earned enough money for every single person to radio in an order to purchase a 679 line wife from Z8C, with some cash to spare after that indeed! It was now just a matter of time before the town was completely flooded with new 679 line wives, then life would become considerably easier for everyone.
The excessive workload around the farm had ceased overnight once the cargo boats left the area. There was of course always work to do around a farm, not to mention all of the abandoned bliss grass farms that still needed to be stripped before the sheriffs got wise, but the urgency had decreased significantly.
For the first time since the baby had been born, Jen finally had time for it. Jen was deeply relieved, and the baby was much happier to be the centre of his mother's attention.
Jen cooed softly at her happy sleepy baby, burping him after a huge drink of milk. Awww his little burps were so cute!
"You are so cute," Jen whispered adoringly at her tiny baby.
The baby yawned in a way that was just ridiculously cute.
Jen smiled blissfully and kissed her son's forehead, taking in a deep whiff of that ovary pulsing baby smell that emanated from his hair. Oh Emperor the smell of a baby's hair was intoxicating to Jen's mothering instincts!
The baby still didn't have a name yet, and Jen just called him "Baby" for a temporary name. Like any imprinted 679, Jen was letting her husband decide the names of the children, as was the man's right. Seth seemed to be taking a long time to decide on a name.
The baby had the most brilliantly blue eyes, just like Jen's eyes, just shockingly blue eyes. Those blue eyes currently looked very sleepy after such a big suckle.
Jen's big boobs were not just for show. Ever since giving birth she had produced astonishing amounts of milk, far more than one baby alone could drink. Jen had wanted to use her excess breast milk as a cooking ingredient for feeding the adults of the town, but for some reason Seth had strongly protested against this. Jen didn't understand what was wrong with her milk, but she merely dutifully obeyed her husband cheerfully like she always did.
Seth had been less opposed to her request to use her own milk as a source of chemical ingredients for the chemistry lab, so Jen was right now collecting her copious amounts of leftover milk, milking herself into a plastic container for the lab.
Jen milked over 2 litres of leftover milk from her swollen boobs after the baby finished suckling. It was thirsty work, and Jen was drinking water frantically as she milked herself, replacing the litres of lost body fluid. 679 line women like Jen were designed to carry extra litres of body fluid to allow them to produce litres of milk very quickly without dangerously dehydrating, but it still caused feelings of extreme thirst when these extra water reserves got low despite not yet being in any real danger.
Jen put the container of milk in the airlock for someone to collect, and she closed her side of the airlock to let the milk be reached without harming the baby. The airlock also currently contained Jen's toilet bucket, which was partly filled with the soapy water Jen had used to wash her anus over said bucket, a large laundry basket full of freshly washed town laundry, and several other buckets full of filthy water from Jen's relentless laundry and hygiene practices.
As soon as Jen zipped closed her side of the airlock, men outside the tent unzipped the outside airlock door to retrieve these various things. The men collected everything and then immediately put a big basket of new dirty laundry in the airlock, as well as freshly cleaned replacement buckets and containers, fresh cleaning chemicals, and several litres of fresh water in bottles small enough for Jen to lift. The airlock air faucet was opened to run an air replacement cycle, and the outside zipper was closed to let the airlock air become breathable over the course of 20 minutes or so.
The infant oxygen tent was currently doubling as the town laundry to prevent Jen from going mad from not being able to do chores. Jen was not good at just sitting around doing nothing, she quickly went stir crazy if she wasn't doing chores, she was bred to be a hard working housewife. Jen got almost orgasmic delight from doing domestic chores, she got thrills of satisfaction from washing and cleaning things.
The infant oxygen tent was currently a chore obsessed housewife's paradise. It contained the dirty laundry of almost 100 men, a tiny baby to fuss over and clean, a selection of mops and cleaning rags, crude washing line stands to hang clothes on, a washboard, a crude clothes drying press, many large buckets for hand washing clothes in, cleaning chemicals, and everything else she needed to do a mountain of laundry chores.
It was a 679 line wife's paradise!
Jen was almost sick with excitement as she waited for the airlock cycle to finish so that she could get started on the fresh dirty laundry! It was torment waiting to get started on these lovely chores!
Jen filled in the time fussing over her sleepy baby, making sure that he was clean and dry. The baby barely had time to dirty his diapers before Jen instantly changed and washed him, he was one of the cleanest babies on the planet, Jen was absolutely obsessed with keeping him clean and cared for.
The baby was currently wearing a cloth diaper, and swaddled up in a soft sheet to keep him warm without overheating. Jen was cradling him on her lap as she sat on a kit chair with padded cloth wrapped around the chair feet to prevent damage to the infant oxygen tent.
Jen cooed and made other soft noises at her son, and he very quickly fell asleep. He would probably cry later, probably at some inconvenient time such as at 2 in the morning, the way that babies do, but he was a little angel when he behaved himself like now. He could be a headache to the entire town with his crying when he wanted to, he lacked the activated submission genes of a female to make him easy to deal with, and was as difficult and unpredictable as a "natural human" baby was.
Jen put the baby back in his crib to sleep, and put her bra back on, much to the disappointment of the men out in the shed. Jen's instincts did not consider it immodest to have her boobs bared to suckle her baby, this is what boobs were for after all, and a wife who can't suckle her husband's child in public is not a "perfect wife". As long as her vagina was not also on display, Jen's programmed instincts saw no problem with being bare breasted in public for the purpose of nursing an infant.
Jen lifted up the top of her wedding dress to snugly cover her bra clad boobs once more. Jen's tummy had gotten completely flat again less than 48 hours after giving birth, just as it was designed to do. The wedding dress had fitted her again instantly after this, Jen hadn't gotten fat at all, just as she had known she wouldn't, 679 line wives were incapable of ever getting fat.
Jen rearranged her newly sewn handmade panties under her dress, feeling like her life was complete. She had panties now, she had a baby, the danger was over, and she could just focus on being a wife now. This really was everything she had ever wanted in life with her husband, this was what happily ever after felt like.
The airlock finished cycling, and Jen eagerly accessed the dirty laundry. This really was heavenly.
***...
"I think that I have decided what to call him," Seth said excitedly a few nights later.
Jen clapped her hands in excitement, the baby would finally have a name!
"Christopher," Seth said happily.
"I love it husband," Jen said happily.
Jen would have said "I love it husband" no matter what name Seth had chosen. Seth could have even chosen to name the child something ridiculous like "Turd Licking Mutant Heretic" or "Lord BicepFist" and Jen would have enthusiastically agreed that it was a great name. A 679 line wife was compelled by her control genes to enthusiastically go along with whatever baby name her husband chose.
"Christopher Renwick", Jen said happily to the baby.
"You really like it?" Seth asked.
"Yes husband, I love it," Jen said happily.
"You named him after me?" Asked about a dozen different men named some variation of "Chris".
"I just like the name, I think it suits him," Seth told the men outside the tent.
"I love it husband," Jen said and kissed Seth lovingly, free to do so in the tent without masks.
***...
Jen did her best not to moan to loudly as Seth had sex with her on the repaired air mattress that night, she didn't want to wake up little Christopher with her sex noises.
It was late at night and the lights were turned off now that the lab no longer ran 24 hours a day. A few tiny chemical glow bottles sat on tables in the shed in various places, glowing with a very faint blue light to provide just enough light to avoid tripping over in the dark if someone got up to pee. It was dark enough to have some semblance of true privacy for once, and Mr and Mrs Renwick were taking advantage of the darkness to get intimate without being clearly visible to everyone in the room.
Jen forced herself to quiet her moans as her husband penetrated her, she would be moaning her head off if she let herself. Jen was in heaven as Seth laid on top of her, fucking her in the missionary position. The air mattress was bulging from the energetic humping motion, and Jen hoped that the polymer patches held tight, as the air mattress had had shrapnel holes same as everything else had.
Jen kissed Seth passionately, loving the absence of air masks in the tent, and he hungrily returned her kisses, fucking her even harder.
Jen's vaginal muscles rhythmically tightened over the deeply inserted cock, giving a pleasing massage to increase his pleasure, and she sighed in ecstasy as her first orgasm engulfed her. Jen quickly had multiple orgasms as Seth kept fucking her. 679's always came very quickly during sex to avoid embarrassing a husband if he suffered from premature ejaculations, and once these orgasms began they continued coming indefinitely for as long as the husband wanted to keep fucking.
Jen usually came within the first minute of sex, the exact timing depending upon intuition about how close Seth seemed to be to coming. If Seth was particularly over excited then Jen's first orgasm would begin from the moment sex began, but usually it took 60 seconds or more for the first orgasm to start.
Jen was in heaven as orgasm after orgasm filled her, just an endless sea of orgasm waves stretched to the horizon. She was utterly wet and completely insatiable as Seth pounded her into the mattress.
Seth played with her boobs as he penetrated her, and Jen had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. That felt so good!
Seth seemed to be getting close to climax, and he sped up, fucking her with so much might that the air mattress deflated with a hiss! Jen was only half aware of the hard surface of the floor gently making contact with her back through the deflating mattress, and sighed in bliss as she felt Seth cum inside her.
Jen was just about to say some sweet nothing when she heard a faint strange engine noise off in the distance.
Jen was just looking at Seth in puzzlement when the night watch guards patrolling the town walls started clanging metal pipes together in warning.
CLANG-CLANG, CLANG-CLANG
"Double clangs! Double clangs people! That means aircraft!" Seth shouted in warning.
Pandemonium rang out as people panicked, and the baby started crying from the noise.
"Stay with the baby, I am going out to investigate," Seth told Jen urgently.
"Yes husband," Jen said fearfully, gathering up the crying baby in her arms.
Seth donned a backpack air bottle and entered the airlock, closing the inner zipper door behind him, opening the outside zipper immediately after, and running out the airlock and out the shed door.
The shed rapidly emptied of people as everyone ran outside to investigate, and only poor Jen was left inside with no clue what was going on out there. Jen felt so powerless as she tried to comfort her crying baby, oh please Emperor don't let it be another eldar air raid!
The men outside were shouting all at the same time, saying words like "aircraft" that did not put Jen's fears at ease. Even with almost 100 men, the town was no match against an eldar wave serpent or guardian corsair squad. The eldar would steal all the food again, assuming they didn't just bomb the town out of spite!
Jen was feeling extremely unsafe, the wall of sandbags would probably protect against shuriken catapult fire and shrapnel, but they wouldn't do shit against a plasma bomb like the ones that destroyed the house! This was not necessarily a very safe place to be right now!
The engine noise was getting steadily louder outside, and soon drowned out even the shouting voices outside the shed. It sounded different from the screaming jet engines of the eldar vehicles, more crude and inelegant. The sound had a lot of obvious power behind it, but it had a juddering quality like maybe a helicopter or propeller plane, but an entire small fleet of them rather than just one.
Jen drew desperate hope on the shoddy crudeness of the engine noises, no eldar aircraft sounded so inelegant in flight. Whoever had made these aircraft engines clearly was using some extremely basic technology, which could safely rule out eldar. Hopefully it was human technology.
The noises continued off and on for hours, pausing in silence in one apparent place for long periods at a time and then starting again and moving to a new place. It was steadily getting closer and louder, until it was so loud that it sounded directly overhead! Bright searchlights from the aircraft sent moving bright dazzling beams of light in through the doorway of the shed from an overhead angle.
The baby was bawling from the noise, and Jen felt almost deafened from the appalling racket of whatever aircraft were outside. What the hell was going on out there!
The noise now seemed to be lowering down to ground level right outside the town, and a powerful artificial wind blew in through the shed doorway, sending things blowing across the floor and rippling the tent. The engines then one by one started to shut off and go silent.
The silence that followed echoed in her ears, and she became aware of raised voices cheering and sounding happy. Jen had no idea what was going on out there as she and the baby were trapped inside!
After a few minutes, people flooded into the shed, turning on all the lights and looking excited.
"What's going on?!" Jen shouted to the men.
"It's Z8C! He has arrived with a bunch of blimps!" Someone yelled excitedly.
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