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Chapter 11 : Interruption/Escape
“Well just nope to that” Karl-Heinz countered the important commanding officer in-front of Tris. “Not gona try if friendly fire works so instead I just gona book it” He continues whilst sliding down the side of the stun shocked Tris, who is clearly struggling to decide what to do in this situation. “Fuck yourself commander” He calls without looking as he starts at a slightly quicker than usual jog in the opposite direction of were the important looking woman was standing.
He is quickly being followed by some short and hard curse words and an even quicker “Catch him! Who ever brings him to me becomes second wife!”
Not being the best runner ever in school or in his life, Karl instead tried to rely on his somewhat good endurance and just went on jogging, only speeding up here and there as some women managed to get a bit closer. Quickly he started sweating like a pig, spreading his scent to everyone daring to follow him or who gets to close.
A ding noise and a pop up notification in Karl-Heinz´s vision caught his attention “Effect: field of arousal activated.”
´What kind of weird bullshit is that ? First it is a hyper realistic battle with gore and flying body-parts, now it is some weird porn game gimmick ? I don´t mind both in a game but they ruin each others mood.´ he thought.
The affects didn´t wait long to show themselves as the women chasing him slowed down, fell to there knees and started to rub themselves, tweaking there sensitive spots and starting to moan as if the world just wasn´t there anymore and there imaginary lover was putting on a show for them to hot to focus on anything else.
Karl-Heinz didn´t notice the ones behind him anymore and just continued on in his jogging back to the warehouse. ´i had a secure time in that room so that might be my save house, game logic for the win !´
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A not to long jog later and a path of moaning woman left in his wake, he reaches the warehouse, entering it thru the back. Looking around and managing to avoid more soldiers out to seek his marriage.
“Hoi snek waifu you there ?” He calls out as he enters the warehouse and walks to the room he was in all day. Only to find that no one is there.
Not worrying much about his brides Karl-Heinz thinks it is a day well spend and goes to lay down in the bed to make all the plot issues tomorrows Karl´s problems.
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Not being someone to wake easy whilst in deep sleep, or at all while in deep sleep, proof being a party starting and going on right next to Karl´s bunk as he went to sleep early, without him even rousing once. He wakes up in a different place from were he fell asleep, oddly enough with a woman on his dick moaning away.
“What an odd ,,, you are rather good at this, way to wake up,” moaning a bit Karl then continues to ask and look around. “What is going on ?” Looking around he finds himself in a completely different room than the one he fell asleep in last night.
The room looked luxurious in a way that one would hoard all the best of functional pillows and some war trophies, together with fancy bottles of assumed wines or spirits and very sturdy big office furniture to withstand the struggles of endless paperwork, to a point that the tables could support very big maps to shove figurines around on or play a medium sized game of tabletop games.
On top of Karl-Heinz was another caricature sized bimbo of a woman, with some slight scars oh her face and green colored afro hairdo, clumsily but very enthusiastic riding away on his morning wood and wearing a facial expression like an addict that just found the first dose of his newest favorite drug. The satisfaction was so well projected that it felt almost grab-able, in more than just facial looks, smell, sounds and motions.
Something was as if there was a kind of magic in the air conveying feelings and moods.
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Karl´s focus was broken hard as his wandering look got pressed into a pair of lips that he didn´t know but still kind of had to enjoy, greeting of tongues included.
He managed to get a grip on himself and his not so raging libido, Karl-Heinz managed to try to command some answers. “What is going on here and why is clown hair here fucking me?” using quite a bit of willpower to not sexually grunt or moan in the forming of this sentence. His resolve was reinforced from more than a decade of lonely self enforced quiet masturbation.
The woman a top him just continued to moan away, gone to a world of pure sexual bliss, another woman speaks up. “The clown hair is one of your closest wife's now and has earned her spot on you thru her loyal actions as a soldier under my command.”
“That is fucked up!” Karl-Heinz exclaims as he grabs the woman on top of her by her breasts, squeezes them, making her moan in pleasure, and trowing her of him to the side with a twist of his hips and his upper body.
This seems to stun everyone but Karl, who gets up, looks around the room and books it thru the first door he sees, ending up in a cabinet. Not up to go back into the room of sex crazed weirdos, he tries to craft a simplistic “door” into the wall of his little hiding room.
It was a very simplistic and shit door, but it did its one intended job, it opened, let Karl-Heinz exit and closed again.
Then Karl started to do his signature becoming move of jogging away from the situation he didn´t want to deal with. He wasn´t outside of the building yet, but in a hallway that lucky him, lead him outside rather fast.
Running outside of the house, butt naked, smelling of sex, some sweat and other lovers juices, right past a group of guards standing near the entrance of the building, spotting Tris among them.
Tris was surprised at this turn of events, whilst Karl-Heinz did the smart thing and just continued to run away. Waving in her direction as he passed them. Making the hearts of all the guards present flutter and fill with affection.
Enough affection to try and ask for more from the man or in Tris case, to be reunited. So now yet again Karl-Heinz was being chased by a gaggle of needy women, only that Tris as a Cannidor is stronger, taller, better trained and faster than Karl and manages to quickly catch up to him, jogging on all fours next to him.
“Soooo how did the battle go ?” He asked to try and cover the awkward atmosphere he was feeling all around and off of himself. His attempt didn´t really help, but it was a good enough ice breaker for Tris to grab him and place him on her back to start running faster away from the mob of guards following along.
“We got a meeting point set up, Sarsa organized it when she learned of your capture.”
“eeeh oki, new quest point I guess. Better than sticking with that random assortment of weirdos back there.” Karl-Heinz then grabbed Tris back to not fall off, before she started to full on sprint away. All the while being followed by a smaller and smaller getting group of random soldiers and a slight hiss of far away yelled curses and moans.
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Cursed missed meals and a long trek later Tris and Karl emerge into the meeting spot, a half leveled village in the middle of nowhere. In one of the more above level ruins were Vaskra and Sarsa setting up a camp and waiting for them.
“Hi !, you got here much faster than I expected. Tris how did you free him so fast ? I thought he would be gang fucked by at least all the officers and there entourage and some random soldiers before you could bust him out.” Sarsa quipped whilst coiling around Karl, unintended squeezing Vaskra against him and Tris in a big group snake knot hug.
After a moment of tightness and before it caused Karl-Heinz issues from lack of breathing, the knot opened and the gathered group of wife´s started to stare at him. The judging glares pierced him and made him feel rather chilled.
Shrinking a bit under the combined scrutiny of 3 hot pornstar women who seemed to count themselves into his harem with no effort from his part, feeding housing and even supplying his random whim. Unable to guess at what they want from him now or how to react, he just freezes up into an unmoving statue, waiting for this situation to pass him by.
After far to long of a moment has passed Sarsa opens up “Why did you leave my shelter to pointlessly join the fighting, be seen by everyone, then return to the no longer hide out and then be captured like a sleeping rock from a stone mason searching for pray?!”
“I thought it would be fun ?, it got a bit boring just waiting around ...” came the careful answer after another way to long gap and more scrutinizing stares.
Tris then piped up with “ Yeah it waaaas rather boring after a whole day of sitting around.” Which earned her the ire of Sarsa and Vaskra as the looks and positions shifted from 3 judges on one judged to a 2 versus 2.
“You were tasked with keeping him save why did you take him outside to prance him around and show him of to everyone, there mothers and the enemy's too !” came in a volume from both judging girls with slight deviations in insulting words but enough volume to make Tris and Karl flinch and cover there ears with pained expressions on there faces.
Seeing a way out, the blame shifting starts as Karl and Tris start pointing fingers at each other. After that the attempted dressing down and assessment of the past mistakes just devolved into uncontrolled bickering, giving Karl-Heinz the best possible out as he just slowly and skillfully slinks away behind one of the ruin walls.
Feeling bored rather fast and not liking the looks of the weather, Karl then busy´s himself with abusing his crafting skill to its fullest and combines that with the abundance of Stones and building materials. Managing to create a bunker big enough for 6 people to sort of live in. All in time for the rest of the gang to notice his and some of the ruins absence.
Being present before the construction started, the Trio of wife's quickly find the half hidden entrance hatch downwards and enter the slowly growing complex. Stumbling around for a short while they quickly follow the noise and find Karl-Heinz happily working away at trying and seemingly slow progress creation of furniture and living facility's within one of the bigger rooms.
Being stunned by another feat of marvel beyond what they thought possible, Karl gains a silent audience as they just watch him in aw as he works away. Karl being lost in his current work doesn´t notice his onlookers and just works away at creating ever more complex furniture out of what ever material he finds in the ground or managed to salvage from the ruins above.
Tris being the most ´subtle´ of the group then airs her mind first “Got a fuck spot in this bunker or is that next on your list ?”
This gets an emotionless vague finger gesture into the direction of a door, a short inspection later reveals an empty room with words appearing on the far wall reading “Horny Jail”.