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Chapter 14 : Taking inventory / Startup problems
In the background whining and moans of disappointment could be heard. “Oh, seems like they got to the “first work then sex” part of there speech.” Karl deadpanned to Tris.
“Ha yeah, they better form a line or you gotta make a bigger horny jail for them” She grinned back down at him.
They were both in a sort of good mood after Karl managed to get wooed into making himself very sexy clothes. Meaning it is easy to wear clothes that show of that he is a man, in the way of having a flat chest and being a bit tight around the crotch, to create a bulge to be seen. The woman didn´t quite know very much about the art of clothes and so the few ideas they had got, were forced into Karl-Heinz´s current style.
Karl himself had an improvement in his mood to a more neutral position, as he could submerge himself mentally in his tasks. Added bonus from his harem that wanted to keep him busy so when one thing was done he just could get on working on the next one with only minimal downtime physically and no down time mentally.
Tris was just happy to be with her husband again and having some light banter, she was not a charismatic leader, or a big picture leader, best she could do and did do so far was bitching to other leader figures to help her in her current task with there troops.
So they both worked away at clearing the rocks away and creating the rooms, meaning Karl-Heinz cheated with his ability and Tris helped as best she could with interpreting the plans Sarsa and Vaskra made for them,
Well mostly Sarsa made the plans.
Karl was sure that there argument about who is number on waifu is still not settled. Given the added influx of more women into the mix, that issue could still last on for 5 more seasons of this spin of drama side story sitcom.
“Damm it we need more furniture !” Karl-Heinz half yelled out of the blue and then he ran back thru the created rooms and made some spots to sit, a table and a raised mud bed, in the rooms that he thought living quarters.
This intermezzo didn´t take long, but still confused Tris enough to make her grin waver a bit. Still true to her current duty she stuck by his side or rather stared at his ass, whilst following him around.
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As the day moved on into the night and the rooms were finished, Karl-Heinz then went to set up a sort of kitchen. Being not the worst at cooking, knowing the basics self lonely living on a budged has thought him, he made Stone working tables, improvised grills, a guess work oven that would be heated by a wood fire or maybe turn into a smoking chamber, with how little he knew about old firewood stoves, and other small nick nacks he could think of to help in cooking.
He did top it all of with a rather nice looking set and huge amount of stone tableware and simple cooking utensils.
“Think of it this way, we got a lota stone and stone can be sharp too.” Karl tried to sell his all stone knife set, which to his credit actually was sharp, even if it was a bit on the heavy side.
Tris had been done with her shift and Vaskra was currently on watch, also Karl-Heinz suspected Sarsa to need Tris authority in muscle too get their mess of newcomers under control and to try and keep them from infighting to badly. Also, maybe to keep them from storming Karl-Heinz and trying to gang “love” him into the ground or die trying in desperation.
They are all armed here and most present in the bunker, react badly to direct concentration of light to the level of it burning holes thru cloth and flash cooking vital body parts. Regardless of how much magical duck-tape these guns have on them, as long as they can fire and they are aimed at you, it is a bad day.
Tris still was rather very skeptic over the stone knifes, but she didn´t argue to much against it “yeah fine, fine, stone is sharp too. So what, I thankfully still got my personal metal knife on me. So what next ? The first group of wife´s will drag you of to bed soon I think”
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“Oh ? That late already ? Is the sun even still up or has it gone dark so soon ?” He reflexively searched for a wall mounted clock, even thou he knew that there was non to be found and he made this place. Old habits die hard.
“Any plans on how you gona wrangle the lust of your new partners in mind?” Vaskra tried to tease and whilst brushing her breasts against his back, nibbling a bit at his ear.
“No clue what list of kinks they got, but given your first time and Sarsa and Tris first times, I will strap them down and go at it in my speed!” He answered during his poor attempts to dodge the nibbling attacks.
“Kinky, do you think you will need a sentry for this adventure night ? Maybe to teach the newcomers the ropes, maybe get rewarded with some loving care afterwards ?” Vaskra continued to try and tease, but to not much effect. Being numb and spoiled for choices just made him even more dull, he liked the positive attention, but was a getting a bit annoyed from the semi constant thirst.
“Might as well say hello and see what we got on our hands” He sighs at the end of that comment.
They both walk there way over to the big starting room or last ambush point of the bunker entrance area, to see the massive hoard of 5 very willing, eager, pornstar looking grunt soldier wife´s that he has yet to be introduced too. They also were almost done unpacking a few big wooden crates that no doubt Tris most likely carried back to the bunker. The rest of the floor was taken up with empty bags, backpacks and sort of neat little piles.
Sarsa was worming her way thru the room whilst holding an improvised clip board, or rather a short plank with a nail holding paper in place, doing inventory of there first catch of loot.
Tris was slumped into the standing space of a gun position, seemingly taking a nap after a long day of carrying heavy stuff around, looking tough and her other obligations. Yet her eyes shot open and laser focused on Karl, together with every other pair of eyes in the room.
The situation seems to Karl as he is expected to give a speech, but before he could start to rush that expectation with a verbal dismissal of non linear logic. Sarsa jumps in and makes it a presentation. She slithers over to him faster than the silence has to settle, coils around him once with her torso behind him and her breasts behind his head, folds her arms around his front and digs her hands into his pants, pulling out the price penis in half hard state, putting the meat on display.
This valiant act of sexual harassment has the room instantly hot, bothered, wet and edging in anticipation of more to come.
“Behold the promised man! I know you were able to sense his presence from the scent left in the air, but here you see our promises were true and you all too will have a chance at happiness in this marriage!” She proclaims in a almost royal authoritative tone, whilst gently stroking the penis with nimble fingers and hiding her own wet snatch against Karl-Heinz´s back, creating a wet stain.
The man in question magnanimously didn´t put his snek waifu in “Horny Jail” for this overreach, as he saw the wetness of the lower lips spread to the upper ones, when some of the new wife´s present started to drool. He also noticed that the old set of wife´s also started to drool a little.
“Havn´t I fucked you three silly just this morning ? My sperm count also has limits.” This brings a blush to Sarsa.
Vaskra just has to interject “yeah but I didn´t get any in me!”
“Shush you buntch robbed me of my air most of the time and gave me no time to recharge in between the milking! I only got two eggs and one teat!” Now Karl-Heinz got a bit agitated and firmly grabbed Sarsa´s hand, which now has rubbed him fully hard, and removes it from his groin. He ends up needing to grab and also hold the other hand away from the target pole.
Sarsa starts to purr when the tip of her tail isn´t blocked and the teasing continues. She then takes control of the improvised speech again “either way hubby gets to decide who he wants to be with first before it devolves into an orgy, and if my cutey has no preference we have a system worked out were everyone gets a shot. “ She makes a short pause, to use the flexibility of her everything, to move and keep her breasts and beyond hard nipples, pressed into his back, whilst her neck coils around his head and gives him a not to quick kiss with tongue and then finishes with. “ eventually.”
She then stops teasing and recedes her upper body skin contact from Karl-Heinz, the tail stopping its stroking movement but not leaving Karl, her arms folded behind her back, her Torso rising higher again into the air so that her breasts now hover above his head.
Speaking in a tone of pure authority, Sarsa says “This is not a front line were body´s get thrown at the problem until either body's or the problem stop to exist, this is a meritocratic marriage! You be a good bitch, you get rewarded, you are a lazy bitch who skips her duty´s you get ousted and executed to preserve resources and secrecy. So pull your weight and we can change our lives, waist our time and you wasted your life!”
As this was not a pre planed speech, next Vaskra steps forward, grabbing the attention of the crowd, and declares “Also I am first wife and Sarsa here is second in command.” with as much authority as her military boot camp training managed to teach her by copying what she remembers of the mannerisms of the drill instructors.
As suspected, the position of first wife was a still disputed position and Sarsa now held an intense burning glare at Vaskra, growing just a bit taller until her head bends down a bit, to keep eye contact and not bump into the ceiling.
Vaskra answered the staring challenge and glared back with all her might.
Both not moving an inch from there position, even as Karl´s back got another wet spot from the Nagasha cunt and the others gently refocusing to continue unpacking there supply's.
Karl-Heinz was a bit immobile from Sarsa´s coils on his dick and around his legs, but he tried to help by creating shelves in the walls where Tris and the new comers stored the wares for now.
As the staring drags on and no actual arguments get said, Karl-Heinz tries to leave the embrace and do other things, but two things stop him from doing so.
One he is hold a bit tighter from Sarsa for trying to walk away and two he gets a notification pop up in the middle of his vision that he can´t ignore, like he did with the rest of the system since he woke up in the officers office orgy.
The notification is a new quest and it seems important as it is written in red !
“Declare a first wife!”
´That shouldn´t be to hard´ he thinks. Then he reads the the sub note. “and have everyone except that decision.” Now he could just groan “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu …..”