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Chapter 53 : Conflict Rewards / Second round of negotiations
Having Karl-Heinz this drained at a more critical moment, was bad. Sarsa knew this as she entered the currently newest iteration of the fuck room and managed to gaze upon a group of women that where various levels of improperly placed.
Sara was busy giving in to her urges on Karl.
Laka was passed out snoring half on the bed and half on the floor in a sort of roled off and over kinda position.
Scavera was snuggling up to Karl-Heinz as best she could to get to seemingly just be close to him. Even though it was not her turn to be here.
Tris was sort of trapped under Karl, but of her own choice as she was grinning ear to ear at the incapacitated body-count in the room and having maybe enjoyed to much the giving in of both guards present.
No one of the women present had dry nether regions, with Sara being the only one still in close and only having her own juices stain her lower body.
Karl-Heinz himself was laying upon the kings bed that Tris had given him on her chest, mostly blank staring into the doorway at the intruding Sarsa, but he did have a very slight smile on his face.
Still half the women here where supposed to stand guard and the other half where supposed to work whilst Karl was supposed to relax and get the bunker shaped out. Instead they all had a big fun session and made Sarsa´s head hurt with the mounting issues that needed resolving sooner rather than later.
As the main offender was at least lucid and happy with the results, the Nagasha could start getting some order back into this chaos. “TRIS! We need the bunker set up, you take guard shift now and get Husband to please help out, he is needed.” Switching her tone completely she came closer to Karl and much more gently addressed him. “Hubby, we need your help with setting up this base, could you please do your thing as we had discussed. Other wives are getting bored and need the places to do their work.”
He nodded in reply, Tris frowned deeply and both got moving as Sarsa slithered without a care back out of the room and over the cast aside bed partners.
Sara tried to continue on her oral attempts, but Tris was stronger and managed to push her aside and leave her behind on the bed to sober up.
So they all left the fuck room and exited back into the barely organized mess of the big central storage hall. Sarsa and Tris flanking the drained Human on their way into the massive room. Sarsa then lowers her head down and tries to whisper into his ear, “We also need to open up some way upstairs soon, the scouts got left behind and are most likely hiding and waiting to come back down.”
Whispering did work in not alarming to many others, Tris didn´t seemed to be riled up too by this news. Still Karl-Heinz had a moral need for the ones declared his family and thus was very alarmed by this revelation. So he speed up his walking, still naked with Lucy running up beside them and handing him back his clothes he had abandoned in the escapade.
So a quick reverse strip show later, with the rapt attention of every single woman of the room on his fluid glistening body, they made again for the entrance room, followed by the reactivated extra guards women to man the defensive posts.
The stairway outside was made again in roughly a similar spot and the first diplomats rolled down right before he had even finished crafting the Stairs. Literally rolling down the stairs and landing in an ugly pile at the bottom of the stairs with hurting bones and bruised bodies.
It seems like the villager women were very concerned over his very quick abduction looking departure and seemingly had started digging down with what shovels were quick at hand, already most likely organizing for more tools and machines too further unearth and free the poor captive man.
So now Sarsa slithered out of the doors and over to the groaning pile of locals who were clearly unarmed aside from their shovels and in no condition to pose any threat. Once a little more than an arms length away, Sarsa started. “Did you get a woman who can make deals and decisions ?” Looking down at the now intimidated group.
Before one managed to blurt out an answer or the mass fully managed to untangle themselves, footsteps could be heard stomping down the stairs. They where again made big enough with Laka and Tris in mind, still who ever was coming down was seemingly even more massive than them.
The crowd did manage to make way by pulling the last of them to the side instead of off the ground, right as the foot steps of a woman clad in heavy form fitting plait armor came into view. Her footsteps turned out to be not as massive in weigh as an elephant on concrete, more that her choice of shoes was excellent at sounding much bigger than the woman actually was.
She was still a massive woman. She towered at 2,4 meters tall. Massive bigger than cow udders breasts and similarly sized hips and butt. Her body shape was looking human in design from how her head and limbs where formed with no tail to be seen. Yet her waist was still normal sized as the plate armor hugged her belly at least form fitting. It had a bit of a showing off flair to it.
The face was not visible, the armor did include a complete helmet with face plate and darkened glass fitted viewing slits. The metal used for the armor was an evenly shining polished steel with some light scratches and nicks at the edges of the overlapping parts. Otherwise the armor looked very unblemished. She seemed armed with one of the standard laser rifles everyone in the war had, but she also had a knife on a belt and a few other pockets with equipment.
The armored tall woman stopped her stomping walk at the base of the stairs in the middle of the work crew crowd. The work crew themselves had no or little idea of what to do and sort of got into a standing line to both sides of the armored woman. They unknowingly turned themselves into a shooting gallery with no way of quick escape.
The armored woman then began her address of the bunker harem. “Release the poor man at once! You presented him like a piece of meat and then captured him and dragged him off again when he tried to flee. You even abused him before, otherwise you would not have bandaged his broken nose.”
The then sight of guns coming into view of the second glance of the armored woman truly observing the room for reactions, made her rethink her bravado stance a bit. Yet before she could double down on projecting strength or try more diplomatic approaches, Sarsa and Tris Exited into the greeting room, both carrying Hastily cheat crafted plate armor. Lacking in overlapping protection but mostly mostly covering their torsos and arms as a statement.
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This gave the armored woman pause, enough pause for Sarsa and Tris to get into position in front of the door, Sarsa tail tip still sticking inside of the doorway into the defenses and to answer the woman´s stand. “Are you able to negotiate trade deals with us?” Sarsa opened with the power move question to slightly undermine their opponents bravado.
Still caught on the back-foot the Helmet just nodded once yes, hiding any facial expression betraying her state of mind at the moment. Yet she is at least present enough to not have forgotten her objective. “I want to see the male and make sure he is doing ok!”
To that the workers nodded in support, slightly lifting the few tools that made it to the floor with them in their fumble, some of the workers did not feel that good from the looks of it as bruises were turning up red and some noses or light cuts bled.
Laka didn´t see any harm in the request and let Karl just go around the corner and stand on the defended side of the open door. He didn´t do much, still had his face bandaged from his stumble fall not to long ago and otherwise was mentally unable to even try to know how to help the situation. So after a half minute of just standing there, watching some of the workers make “come here” gestures at him and not realizing they made the gestures very visible to every other of his many wives, who were pointing guns at them too, he just walked back into cover and sat down on a freshly made bench crafted out and in front of the wall to the rest of the bunker.
Before the armored woman could continue her rhetoric, Sarsa continued her´s “So you seen he is doing well. We don´t force him and protect him as best we can. ...”
Still the talking armor interrupted that speech. “He has a bandaged face! So you do abuse him. Hand him over to us for a proper talk and inspection!” She demanded.
This Made Tris feel. It was a mix of feelings, rage, pity, annoyance, protectiveness, blood lust. All in small amounts, but the lips on her face did start at forming that small this time vicious smile she often wore in battles. Fingers still were off of triggers, but the guests were not working to keep it that way.
“No we will not. He is to valuable to hand him over and then never see him again as he gets shipped of and we get sieged into submission.” Instant denial of such a request was the only proper answer in Sarsa´s mind, yet diplomacy was a give and take.
So before Tris could pounce the armored woman herself or the verbal demands could get any worse, Sarsa got out done in the diplomacy angle as the armored woman made a counter offer first. “We are willing to hand over hostages for the the guarantee of the save return, if he truly is here willingly, of your man.”
That got followed by a very delicate whisper in Sarsa´s ear-hole from someone seemingly invisible. “Not much good the hostages would do you, a man is that much more worth than any amount of women they could send down here. It is just a trade at that point of bodies against a man.”
Doing a very fine job, Sarsa resist the strong urge to react with her head and torso, managing to channel that urge all the way down to the tip of her tail, which is now twitching a bit nervously.
Tris on the other hand was looking a bit more agitated by this offer, it seemed to have offended her. Yet she still stayed her hands.
The armored woman was waiting for a response, the worker groupies where getting wet from the strong pheromones in the air and Sarsa took a time to think of a not completely horrible response to such an hidden thread offer. “No we will not. He is worth more than any hostages you could send down here, even if it where another man. To us he is the most important thing and the glue that keeps this family together.”
A strategy pause to let these words sink in and have a bit more time to think of a reasonable counter offer, gets then taken over by Tris. “YEAH! He is the best. If you want to lay hands on him you first gona get thru me.”
Before Sarsa could salvage this misstep, the opposition takes a heavy step forward towards Tris. “So a fight over a man? One like in the good old stories of warrior heroes fighting to save a captured male and then have him populate the nation again?”
Seeing how eager both of them are, Sarsa makes one last attempt to maybe first get diplomacy and trade agreements settled. “Stop this you bickering children. He is our husband and we won´t let him be stolen. But we are willing and eager to trade regular supplies and resources to the benefit of all.”
“I have to free the trapped fair male!” The armored woman proclaims.
“Then it is a challenged fight over the right of this man´s affection!” Tris countered.
Sarsa tried her best, she accepts that arguing doesn´t help this time and retreats back towards the door into the defenses. Whilst she slithers out of the blast zone of this improvised arena, a few more chunks of metal fly past her head, thrown by Laka and manage to plonk of off Tris back plate.
The Nagasha lady then switches her torso around to slither backwards and follow the fight that has not quit yet started. The silver gleaming metal does not reach the floor, instead shifting and merging into Tris armor, making it thicker and spreading more plates over her joints and neck, making her armor more practical and protection focused, rather than show offish.
A few more chunks fly out from Laka´s hand and towards Tris completing her new metal armor, but leaving her mouth exposed and overlaying her claws with longer sharper looking metal coverings. Both women slowly stomping towards the other and meeting face to chest plate way closer to the farmers militia group, who for their part slowly where retreating up the stairs and out of the room´s kill-zone.
No more words are spoken. Both are convinced that actions are the only language of the moment that is worth listening too. Tris holds her ground and lets the challenger of the rights to the husband come at her. The armored woman obliged her and came trotting at her at full speed, not going for any fancy punches or kicks, just plain trying to tackle Tris.
Tris for her part didn´t try to evade the collision, instead she went down on four limbs and braced one arm up to take her opponents blow, slightly twisting to take it on the shoulder she favored instead of her head or flank.
The collision didn´t go as any of them expected. The armored woman tried to lower her running stance to not trip over the now much to low Tris. Tris lowered her stance even more to out do the race to the bottom and not be flipped over at any cost. The contact then happened with the charging woman kicking into Tris shoulder with a clumsy striding step and tople over the back of the Cannidor, pulling the other armored woman along with her in sheer mass and a inter locked foot armor hooked on the shoulder plate of Tris.
Both now on the floor with Tris laying on her back and the Armored woman skidded further with momentum on her face. Yet both where close enough to start trowing kicks and punches, so they did so whilst crawling closer to each other.
Tris turned herself back around to get into her four limb walking position. Her opponent managed to turn around and now threw punches instead of kicks and was again better able to see what was going on. Both had not managed to do any real damage aside from minor scratches and dents in the plate of the armor of the other.
Yet now that they where properly engaged in close quarters combat, the armored woman pulled out her knife, trying to punch it against Tris armor and hoping to properly penetrate one of the plates.
Tris for her part was properly mobile again and jumped to the side away from the two handed strong stab. Then sprinted around the still downed opponent in a circle out of easy reach and jumped on the armored woman.
Before Tris can secure the almost win of a completely pinned enemy, she roles over onto her back. Tris manages to correct her pounce to still land on the armored woman, but now gets held up high by her arms.
As both arms are busy wrestling each other from both women and Tris is not desperate enough to ruin her teeth on the woman´s armor, the land-shark uses her long neck and own helmet to start bashing her face-plate with her own head.
Over and over the gongs of unyielding steel ring out against each other, making the audience shriek out in fear or flinch back from the audio assault. Both beasts of steel have left clear marks on the stone of the floor.
But this fight was now over. Tris bashed away at her disarmed and pinned down opponent until she either pretended to or actually fainted. Then she very swiftly pinned down her arms and held her until a quick glance Karl´s way and a nose pointing gesture made him trap the woman in her own recrafted armor.
After making sure that the bindings hold her opponent good, Tris stood up to her full height and proclaimed to all the viewers. “This is my Victory! This is my man! This challenger has failed!”
Looking around one was still able to see and hear the last fleeting hurried footsteps of the running worker crew as they escaped back out and up the stairs. All of their tools abandoned in the hasty flight up and out. Leaving them with a new diplomatic headache which only got worse when Tris lifted her up and started to carry her towards Sarsa.
The first wife tried to prevent this from getting any worse. “No you will not claim her as your slave! The old tales are old tales. We need her to negotiate trade deals, not as bed warmer and battle trophy.”
Tris counter argument was to stand the woman up in front of Karl-Heinz and say “Strip her.”