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Chapter 13 : Sawdust Pancakes / Taking inventory
As the day went on after the bitter sweet morning orgy, there was always at least on pair of breasts in sight around him, something that sounds very enticing at first, very enticing when you factor in the beyond comical proportion of these porn studio escaped super stars who could suck any too big object thru any to small hose or crush any melon or maybe even hard shelled pumpkins between there juicy thighs, at least in theory for the small one with legs, the snek and fluff shark would most likely turn boulders into gravel with there gripping power.
Side tangent aside it loses at lot of special flavor when the extreme becomes normal and it becomes grating when the boobs have slightly sad judging eyes on you at all times and you got no clue of why they are that mood or how to fix that mood or how to even care about that minor issue in comparison to the bigger issue of having no food in sight or farm, storage, supermarket to plunder.
Only good thing going for Karl-Heinz is that water was a non issue, there was groundwater in the ground and it wasn´t even hard to find. The liquid even tasted a bit fresh after the literal meters of soil filtered out all the blood , soot or other nastiness from the war raging above his head. Maybe laser rifles were more environmentally friendly ?
At the same time he still had reasons on the positive side, even though his harem of 3 was worried looking and he hadn´t tried to bluntly stumble his way verbally to an answer or quick fix, it was still a plus to have them all with sexy body´s and not even the hint of rebellious dissidence against his well being. One could reason with them and they had his best well being in mind, even though that definition differed from his own.
Karl loved his routine life, he managed to semi function in that routine. Wake up early, go to a semi meaningful factory wage slave work job, come home, force himself to do his daily chores to not end up living in a rats nest, hoarder house or get kicked out for not payed bills and then game and masturbate the rest of existence away. Maybe go out and touch grass for a few minuets on the weekends and step in some dog shit whilst touching the grass.
Live was good that way, it sort of worked and with constant supply of music on his ears or games on his mind, he was able to block out all unwanted feelings and just be content.
But no longer was that possible !
This game had no background music or way for him to let his songs play in the background.
This will not stand !
This can not stand !
This should not stand …
So he tried to hum away with an iron seeming determination to fog his mind during his process of setting up the bunker.
Having played to much random games and war documentaries, be it fictional or real, he wanted his bunker a fortress.
So he shall have his fortress !
The first few tunnels to go deeper into the ground were mostly to fool around. It did give him a bit of training and the added bonus of what kind of ground he was sitting on.
He was never interested much in rocks, but what he did know told him to be happy that
1. The ground was not like a desert or swamp composed of endless amounts of sand or mud. So it was stable and would support caverns, rooms, hallways that he constructed.
2. The rocks in the ground let themselves be molded from his skill “craft”, how or why that worked didn´t matter. It worked, it was an abuse-able game mechanic, so he would abuse the hell out of it until a point of boredom or a patch fix stopped him from doing so, well unless there is a mod he could get to make this feature even more abuse-able.
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3. Rocks are made up of useful elements and he might be able to find ore or if lucky, raw metals in the ground to use as materials for his construction needs. Stone was great at taking compression forces, but wasn´t light, flexible, soft or any other feature that other materials or even just iron could provide him with.
At least the dirt was semi soft and semi warm to lay on, trying to find a way to heat a stone floor by just using stones is still way beyond his imagination of abuse of game mechanics.
The Romans had some kick ass floor heating architecture in there villas, but Karl had neither the fuel to burn in ovens to create the warm air to flow thru the ground canals the Romans had, nor the slaves to feed and maintain the ovens. He also had no electrical power or materials to make an electrical engine.
Good thing for him was that light wasn´t an issue as he didn´t have the material to constantly burn torches, but they did have some odd ever shining lanterns that made it possible for him to work in the dark and for the others to navigate the bunker.
Still his sexy waifus did have one big plus to there looks. That is that no matter how deep there frowns are, there is a much higher than usual bottom level of emotional weight they can pull with that look. Kind of like a puppy would struggle to intimidate someone or a disheveled hobo struggles to convey an aura of being upper class.
This lightened his emotional burdens and made it easier to suppress them, still without his music it was still much harder than normal to keep his head calm and focused on his current game. “So how the fuck do I get food down here !!!” he half yelled half grunted in frustration after he finished to create a nightmare of ambush corridors and murder slits for guns to engage possible intruders for an entrance / exit to his little less humble, poorly or rather barely furnished bunker love nest.
Currently Sarsa was on watch duty and oddly enough she was very helpful so far, giving tips and details so that the complex would be not only humanoid proof but also so that the ambush points could be used by Tris, use Tris as close quarters shock trooper muscle or even let Tris be able to man some of the murder slit gun points.
“Now that the defensive architecture … nope architects are artsy filth, defensive engineering, yes that sounds much better, has been finished … what next ? I can´t think of much aside from mining shafts or setting up rooms for all manners of uses, I did do air ventilation and a cute well for Timmy to fall into and for us to get water from … So what now ? Suggestions foreman snek ?” He asked whilst half looking at her, half turning a chunk of rock into a big solid table with a little space to hide some of your legs under,
“Given that you gave me enough time to think ahead of your working speed I would say we need loads of rooms next, no point in making things we can´t use without rooms we havn´t gotten yet.” Sarsa answered as she again slowly and gently coiled around Karl-Heinz and brushed her body against his arms and legs. “I hope Tris and Vaskra will return soon with more supplies and cloths, I can take hunger for weeks if I must, but the hunger your naked form wakes in me is much harder to resist!”
“Yeaaaah and Stone is not the best stuff to make pants out of, though when I get some metal I could make chain mail bikinis or nipple ring piercings. Hehehehe” His comment didn´t help the Nagasha in her blushing problem.
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Using dirt from the ground as a way to make some sort of layout plan, Sarsa created a room layout for Karl to recreate in the bunker, now turning bunker complex. This takes him all day until it feels like he has done enough work to have a good night sleep.
Lucky for them, Tris and Vaskra returned!
Luckier still they were unharmed and had brought along more than they could or needed to carry.
Namely they managed to salvage a battle field of a few guns, clothes and cloth, wood from trees along there path, food rations from a destroyed supply building, that was part of the battle and eager volunteers for there bunker life.
People with low morale don´t tend to fight to the death but instead try to exit a battle, so these few mostly lucky women just pretended to be shot, played dead in the chaos and were already looting the remains of the routed fleeing or pursuing fighters.
This gave Tris as a rallying silhouette of muscle and authoritative aura the perfect chance, to have Vaskra do the talking and silver tonguing the war deserters into there marriage.
“Now … I have to fuck them, or fuck marry them and they otherwise riot and fuck marry me anyway ? This sounds like a not ideal deal if I can´t refuse.” Karl tried to comment as he reworded the situation for his own understanding.
Being in one of the side rooms and hopefully out of earshot of any of the new arrivals, Sarsa and Vaskra nodded in unison.
“Well we couldn´t just take the pretty ones and leave the strong but ugly ones behind, we need all the hands we can get to defend you! And they will die for you as this is the happiest they have most likely been in since for ever !” Vaskra tried to reason.
“Now if you particularly dislike a few of them, we can try to fix that if that is the issue, we need as many as we can gather, but we can survive with a few losses if that is what it takes.” Sarsa smiled happily as if that was a perfectly normal thing, making Karl feel a bit like was being worshiped like a nazi god of purity who´s random whims shall be followed, for the purity of his flock of followers.
“Nope no sacrifices needed … to me you all look like porn stars” was his verbal back stepping away from that topic, whilst also making both women blush and creating a bit of silence as the three catch themselves mentally again.
“Ok so I will do my thing and organize shifts and work plans, you.” Sarsa pointed at Vaskra “ will do the full introduction to our current plans and rules and you hubby.” She blushed again at saying a conformation of having a husband. “Will please work on making yourself some sexy clothes and get a kitchen going. We are all soldiers and can sleep on the floor, but eating on the ground is a bit harder to stomach, after that I know you will do some other lovely things for us, but please don´t let Tris talk you into doing stupid things again like last time oki ?” trying to seal her command, that was voiced as a request, with the most cute and pleading bit of big eyes, lower to the ground torso, head looking up at him and begging arms as she could manage.
“Sounds good, we gonna do that plan.” Karl stumbles out whilst looking bemused at Sarsa´s attempt at cuteness, to him it looks cute, but he doesn´t have much of a thing for cute stuff so it is mostly an awkward feeling sparked in him.
At the same moment Sarsa was dyeing inside because of the shame of trying to impose plans by cuteness, instead of her usual boss bitch method that had worked oh so well for her ever since. She hoped that it wouldn´t hinder her reputation later on.