Lexx: The Wife Bank

*This story is written in play/script format*

Fewer more heinous and morally reprehensible an organization ever existed in the Dominion of the Cluster than the so called "Compatible Reliability Insurance Broker" also colloquially known as The Wife Bank. Let’s talk about the Wife Bank. Formulated originally for the purpose of providing the wealthiest of families and dignitaries loyal to His Shadow a pre-programmed, fully submissive, guaranteed virginal and disease-free wife for their presumably perfect and ever so deserving sons, what it actually amounted to in practical terms was a form of governmentally sanctioned slave trade.



It was no ordinary day, at the Wife Bank, on planet B3K. Matron, the leader of the Wife Bank, happens to be consulting a high-ranking cleric. A High Governor, going by the name of Prince, and happens to be very wealthy and well-known. He also happens to be looking for a suitable wife to purchase. A wife that will please him no matter what and never fail in her responsibilities as a wife.



Matron: Is there a particular wife you’re looking for?



Prince: A young one. One that’s not easily broken. One that doesn’t fail in her responsibilities as a wife and one day, be a lover.



Matron: Most of our candidates, that have graduated, appear to be the best at what we teach here at the Wife Bank of B3K. We use our holograms to prepare these girls for what their husbands will expect from them.



Prince: All I can say is that I’m willing to pay money for the best candidate you have.



The Matron opens up a folder, to read off some of the names of candidates that have graduated, but not yet married.



Matron: Well, there’s someone here, who has graduated, but not yet married. Would you like to see a picture of her?



Prince: I want to see all candidates. Graduated or not. I want to see them in order to make a decision.



Matron: Will do.



Matron gets most of the girls, those over the age of 13, out in standing formation, for Prince to inspect. Amongst them, happens to be a very young teen, named Zev Bellringer. She had a pretty face, but her blonde hair was a mess and her body was frail. She notices the old governor, from a distance, and a girl next to her just happened to tell her what was going on.



Sara: That’s Prince. I heard that he’s one of the High Governors. I think he’s looking for a wife.



Zev didn’t speak up much, cause she was shy. She also happened to be the youngest girl there at the formation. Matron announces to the girls on what’s going on.



Matron: Ladies, this is Prince. He’s one of the most respected clerics of the Divine Order. He’s hear today to see which one of you would be arranged to marry him.



Prince steps up and goes down the rows, looking at the young brides to be. He happens to be looking for a bride that would catch his eye. Zev, on the other side, was nervous. That doesn’t stop her from eyeing him, from a distance. He was tall, broad, had platinum blonde short hair, blue eyes and looked like he was in his 50‘s. Her eyes were unaware that they have followed this Prince to where she happens to be standing. As she realized that he was standing in front of her, she embarrassingly looked away.



Prince: My, my. I think I might have found what I’m looking for.



Matron comes up to him, checking out who he picked. She had out her holographic computer to check out Zev’s records.



Matron: Zev Bellringer, age 13. Her score happens to be a low variation, from standard scores, and not due to graduate for another six years.



Prince uses his right hand, to pick up her chin and check out her face.



Prince: I’m willing to pay you whatever you want for this “Zev”, and to be married to her as soon as possible.



Matron: I worship His Shadow.



Matron says with a salute. Prince turns his attention to Zev.



Prince: You don’t know how lucky you are. I could have had anyone I want.



That evening, at the alter, Prince is dressed in a white cloak and Zev in a standard issued wedding dress. A dress that came in all sizes. Walking down the isle, with the Matron, the Matron gives Zev some instructions.



Matron: Zev, remember your duties.



As soon as Zev gets to the alter, Prince removes her Vail, to see her face. Her vows were:



Zev: You are my every dream come true. I shall serve you and I shall love you.



That night, they were married. They get on a merit luxury cruiser, normally used for merit families, and started heading toward his planet. Inside the cruiser, Prince says something to Zev. They were sitting on couches, like in a limo, and both were silent, until now.



Prince: I want you to know something, Zev. When we arrive at my place, you are my slave. I have a big place, so I need you to keep it clean for me. When I give you an order, you’ll answer with “Yes, my Prince”. If you disobey me, there are ways I can punish you.



Zev: Yes, my Prince.



Prince: You will not speak, unless I say otherwise either.



Zev: Yes, my Prince.



Shortly after arriving on planet Fenner, they land in a city and towards a large mansion. Prince opens the door to his quarters. Once he closes the door, he becomes a gracious host.



Prince: Feel free to make yourself comfortable.



Zev walks over by a big glass bowl, filled with water, and stirs it with her right index finger. That’s when Prince’s mood changes.



Prince: Don’t put your fingers in that water.



Zev, immediately, removes her finger at the same time Prince walks toward her.



Prince: That’s my water and it’s precious. You only get water when I say you can.



Zev looks up at Prince, hurt, and walks over to sit by some nearby steps. Prince follows after her and confronts her by the stairs.



Prince: You will mind me, wife.



Zev doesn't respond to Prince.



Prince: For now, let me show you where you'll be sleeping.



Zev rises to her feet and follows Prince to his sleeping quarters. He opens to big doors to a master bedroom with a king size bed, decorated with blue satin sheets and gold pillows.



Prince: This is where I will be sleeping. You don’t come into this room, unless you’re cleaning and bring me my breakfast in bed. Knock before you enter, though.



Then they walk further down the hall to a room that almost looks like a broom closet. It only had a bed, a dresser and enough walkway to get to the bed and dresser. A whole mansion and she gets a room that reminds her of the box, she grew up in, on her home planet.



Prince: It's big enough, just for you. It’ll be like you never left B3K.



Zev walks over by the bed, strokes her fingers on the sheets and sits on the bed. A question comes through his mind.



Prince: I can see that you like this place already.



Zev looks away and tries to hold back her tears. She really hated the box, but the moment she thought she was free from it, Prince brings her to a similar place to sleep.



Prince: There’s clothes in the dresser for you. They are maid’s clothes, so they should fit you comfortably.



Zev couldn’t wait for Prince to leave, so she could cry on her small bed. His words were cold and uncaring. But Prince gives her, her first order for the day.



Prince: After you change into your slave clothes, I want you to come with me, downstairs, and I will take you to where the kitchen is. I want you to prepare dinner for tonight.



Prince closes her bedroom door and stands outside until she comes out dressed in her proper clothes. Zev follows Prince back downstairs and to a room that appears to be the kitchen.



Prince: The food is here, for you, to prepare. You will let you know when it's time to eat.



After Prince leaves the room and closes the door, Zev gets to cooking whatever she could find. She would take bites, herself, so she doesn’t go hungry. That, and Prince never gave her a time when she could eat. Not yet, anyways, cause it is the first day. She doesn’t know her way around the kitchen, yet, so she may have added too much seasoning or burned something. She can’t complain. It is her wifely duty to cook for her husband. After dinner is ready, she sets the table. That’s when Prince comes to the table.



Zev: Dinner is ready, my Prince.



Prince: I see that.



Prince says as he seats himself at the table. He grabs his own plate, of food, and eats it as Zev stands over by kitchen entrance, patiently waiting for him to finish and take his plate. Prince does make comments on her cooking.



Prince: Not too bad, Zev. Not bad for your first time cooking.



Zev says nothing, cause she’s not sure if that was a permission to speak or not. It’s also getting late, in the day, and Prince looks over to notice how she was trying not to sleep while she was standing up.



Prince: You look tired.



Zev: Yes, my Prince.



Zev says as she jolts herself awake.



Prince: I’m getting tired myself.



Prince says as he excuses himself from the table. He adds an order before leaving the dining room.



Prince: Zev, why don’t you clean up here, before going to bed. I want dishes done too.



Zev: Yes, my Prince.



There ends up being a lot of dishes to do, cause of the pots and pans and such, plus cleaning the counter tops, sweeping the floor and cleaning off the dining room table. By the time she was done, it was morning. Cleaning up after her first meal was hard for her. She had forgotten how much time had passed, so as she was going upstairs, she could hear Prince shouting for his breakfast. It was then, that Zev had realized that it was morning.



Zev was exhausted, but went back into the kitchen to prepare something for breakfast, for her husband. She did have some food for herself, that way she had some energy for a few hours. As Prince was coming down the stairs and into the dining room, he could see Zev setting the table for him. As soon as he sat down, he started explaining his day to his wife, while she stood in waiting.



Prince: I’m going out to the Cluster today. Gotta meeting with other clerics. We’re gonna discuss the matters of The Cleansing.



Prince looks over to her and notices that she still looks tired.



Prince: I thought you got some sleep, last night.



Zev: I didn’t. It must of took me all night to clean up after dinner.



Prince: I see that you’re a little slow. Don’t worry. Once you learn the ropes around here, it won’t take you long to do your chores.



He takes notice of her unbrushed hair and dirty clothes and makes a comment.



Prince: While I’m gone, please clean yourself up. I don’t want you to look filthy when I bring guests over tonight.



Zev: Yes, my Prince.



After Prince left to do some business off planet, Zev went upstairs and found her way to Prince’s luxurious bath. Zev got undressed and stepped into the nice bubbled bath. She went underwater, to get her hair wet, and then came back up. She used some shampoo to clean her hair. She used soap to clean off her body. With the soap, she caressed her premature breasts and made her way down between her legs.



Zev found her right index finger, inside her vaginal entrance, it hurt at first, but then it started to feel good. A sensation that she’s never felt before. Her mind wanders to the part where she was at the Wife Bank and told of many ways to please her husband, by her Matrons. Prince had popped into her mind, at the thought of pleasing him, and she started moaning. When she removed her finger, she saw blood and freaked out. She got out of the tub and ran out of the bathroom, naked, screaming in bloody murder. The Wife Bank didn’t tell her about getting her first period, so she has no idea on what’s going on.



Zev ran into her broom closet bedroom and just wrapped herself up in her blanket. While she laid there, in her bed, she fell asleep. That evening, Prince has come home and notices no food on the table. There are, at least, three other clerics as guests and there seems to be no dinner being made. Prince gets upset and rushes up the stairs to Zev’s room.



Prince: Zev, you better open this damn door. I wanna know why there’s no dinner made when we guests.



Zev wakes up, but forgotten about the dinner. She was just so tired and slept in. She puts on one of her outfits as he’s pounding on the door. She opens the door and sees an upset Prince.



Prince: You better have a reason dinner isn’t ready.



Zev: I slept in, cause I was so tired. It won’t happen again, my Prince.



Prince: In deed, it won’t. You get downstairs and make something up for four people, you understand me?



Zev: Yes, my Prince.



Zev follows Prince downstairs. Prince takes her to the kitchen before the other clerics could see her. Just as she whipped up dinner, she brought it out to the table. That’s when the three clerics started making comments.



Cleric 1: Is this your new wife, Prince?



Prince: I paid good money for this one, cause she’s so young.



Cleric: Why so young?



Prince: I needed a maid. I guess that it’s good to start controlling them at such a young age.



Cleric 3: You can get a maid anywhere, could you?



Prince: True, but those who are raised in the Wife Banks are trained to obey or it’s off to the protein bank they go.



Prince says as he looks over to Zev.



Prince: Ain’t that right, Zev?



Zev: Yes, my Prince.



One cleric makes a comment.



Cleric 2: Wow. I defiantly gotta get me one of those.



Cleric 1: No need. I just got issued a love slave.



Prince: But, love slaves have expiry dates.



Cleric 1: True, but as soon as one dies, I get another one.



Zev didn’t know why the clerics found that funny. Dying looks like a horrible thing.



Cleric 3: Love slaves have mental programming, as well as those from the Wife Bank.



Cleric 2: At least, with a love slave, you’re guaranteed that she’s beautiful.



Then the cleric turns to Zev, finishing his sentence.



Cleric 2: No offense, Zev, but you’re frail, have nappy-ass hair, acne on your face and ugly.



Zev wanted to run out of the room and cry, but couldn’t. She had a duty to wait. She looked over at Prince, in hoping he would defend her, but he didn’t. But, after the clerics have left, Prince went into the kitchen to check on Zev.