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Chapter 26 : Air / Next Morning
As Karl´s freedom of movement and by accident his ability to properly hear, see or smell anything other than Laka´s chest, he was effectively put in quiet time. As such he also meet the faith of all who use their activity's to keep going as self perpetuating motivation, Karl crashed rather fast. He was unable to distract himself again, which lead to him needing to face his inner demons, which in turn lead to him starting to emotionally crash, cry and aided by gently cooing and rubbing from Laka, sleep.
No one outside of Laka managed to notice this round of tears, this time he didn´t even struggle, as that fight had left him even before he started to emotionally crash again.
Laka herself was not happy with him being sad again, but she felt like this was the right thing to do. Even thou she had to kick the Kohb away as she tried to get to Karl-Heinz with her only useful weapon against Laka, biting.
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When Karl woke again, he had been rearranged in his bed to lay on his back and be under a blanket. Again he had someone small on his crotch and belly, but this time not on his joy stick.
Yet, not yet on his genitals, because as he started to stir, so did the hopes of milking him in today´s belly waifu.
Unlucky for his current gut rider, the moment she noticed the movements of an awakening to start her fun, others also noticed Karl-Heinz moving. His current pillow wasn´t Laka, but the Kohb lady and she must also have her own plans with him. Plans that involve leaning forward to better see his face and at the same time squeezes her boobs against his head, but aside from that the Kohb then chirped up with “Hubby is awake!”
The call for a wake up of course caused the door to swing wide open and slam hard into the wall, Karl-Heinz hadn´t thought to craft a feature into the wall or door to stop this from happening. The loud thump that could be felt thru the floor made everyone flinch a bit.
Into the room and past a grinning Tris, slithered a confident smiling, but rather tired looking Sarsa. Before Karl could get up, out of bed and away from his current morning wood attempted thief, the Nagasha had already coiled around him and used her body to prop him up into a more sitting position, gently moving him and at the same time removing any other body contact.
“Sorry for the quick awakening, but we do need you to implement the ideas that we had worked out for air vents and other necessity's that we need now rather than later.” Sarsa gently voiced into his ears.
“uuuuuuh sure where do you need me?” He answered whilst trying and failing to get out of Sarsa´s coils. He still has most of his clothes on, only his pants were stripped in his sleep, again.
The reaction to Karl´s reaction of course was a small chorus from the women outside of the room and the still unspecified crotch raider with “I need you in me!”
Already knowing of the wrathful glare and punishment they all would get from this badly timed sex joke, the density of wifes around Karl, drastically decreased in that moment. The hateful glare of Sarsa and Laka luckily failing to find scapegoats or scapegoat shaped women to punish for this, in there minds, disrespect of the urgency of the situation, whilst they both themselves find it perfectly ok to drag Karl-Heinz with them along and to the mess hall.
Once in the room, Karl gets moved into position in front of a Wall, that has been covered in notes and drawings. It all looked rather crude and hard to understand, but with the aid of to many eager explainers and a form fitting warm Nagasha chair, Karl slowly got the gist of what these children's doodles blue prints tried to convey.
The plan that someone very lucky horny and eager, on opposition to the less smart or lucky but still horny and eager women, thought of was, in order to ensure that the air stayed untainted, a simplistic filter is to be added to the design.
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The whole complex was to have one big block filter filled with earth sand and what ever filtery material would be at hand at a given time, two valves, one before the filter and a quick close able valve after the filter as emergency precaution. The whole set up would have a guard stationed at the big spiny wheel of the valve to make sure that a canary would do its duty and smell bad things coming thru the non ideal or maybe overused filter before it flooded the whole bunker.
This made Karl-Heinz groan and wish for computers and air measurement sensors, he had the rough inklings of how these marvels of technology worked, but he neither had the materials nor time to create them. So far he busied himself with more pressing maters and still was busy with the next big project.
In a mental haze he nodded along as the victors of this emergency competition were listed for him and what there rewards were, but his mind was elsewhere, wishing for tanks or air plains to solve his issues with counterattack instead of hiding away like a dwarf under a mountain. Yet Dwarfs were much luckier than him, as they would usually sit under actual mountains , whilst he and his fuck group were sitting under too few meters of solid rock, that most likely the present army was trying to dig into right now.
The air vents 2.0 were completed before he came back out of his musings, he even improved the design a bit by installing 3 valves and 2 filters for parallel filtered airflow and only reduced airflow instead of cut of airflow in case of filter maintenance.
Again he was showered with praise at his quick and incredible upgrades to the simple system.
Karl-Heinz himself felt a bit patronized, but still a bit good, at least until duty called again. His bunker of thirst just had to try and drown in him. No sooner as the congratulations have died down, hands where raised into the air and a small cacophony tried to claim there rewards.
Lucky for Karl, Sarsa had expected that to happen and her trusted muscle made sure to shield him and herself from the to eager elements of the crowd slowly turning mob. Sarsa then declared “I know, I know! You all got your rewards that you want yesterday, but he is just one man and he can only go so many times. So we will stick to our worked out schedule.”
Before she could elaborate further, she was being drowned out by boo´s and objects started flying there way. Tris and Laka gave a questioning glare at Sarsa, waiting for a command. Sarsa just gestured “stay calm” out of sight of the now mob.
It took a few minutes for the anger to subside enough that Sarsa could once again be heard.
In that time Karl had found a new way to entertain himself by removing Sarsa´s granite panties, they where getting rather yucky in his mind, even though the Nagasha had kept herself as clean as she could.
Next Karl made a small stack of stone Dildos that where his genital shaped. From that point on he just went down the dark rabbit hole of recreating bondage gear and devices on the walls and out of stone.
Sarsa then continued her ruling with “With our schedule I mean that who is closest in turn to fuck him, gets first position to using her reward. As I would be further back on that list, I would lose my sex to Gnag, who would be due next week, if she would have gotten a reward that is. So next on the list of small rules here, until one of you finds a way to get him to be happy and functional with fucking non stop. You all will have to give him space and not fucking all at once, he is our man and the he is the only one we will most likely ever see or are going to get our hands on. So treat him like a garden, harvest carefully, don´t crush him and do more to nurture him than watering and feeding.”
Then the lucky winner of this sperm bank rush pushed her way forward thru the thinning crowd, the word was spoken and they where no match against the equal parts logic of Sarsa´s argument and Sarsa´s loyal enforcing muscle. The winner was a woman that Karl-Heinz hadn´t seen yet, another Gohb, but this time in nerd flavor.
She was looking a bit shy under all that almost blinding radiating happiness to get her turn with the bunker steed. Her body was the same green short stack that the other Gohb and the Kohb are. She had hints of darker almost black, green freckles. Her hair was straight, butt length and a bit messy, turns out combat isn´t the best place to keep ones hair in top condition. Her face had brown eyes, small nose, big smile in between full lips and a really pleasing feminine shaped cheeks and jaw.
Her clothes were yet again combat trench coat but this time with more padding of more layers of clothes down below. Karl would have started to sweat in that thick of cloths, but she seemed to like it a bit more cosy.
They were both walked back to the fuck room, well the nerdy looking Gohb was hanging on Karl´s body and was half carried, whilst Karl-Heinz was unsure of what exactly was going on and was half pulled, pushed to the room by Tris and Laka. In the background he could hear Sarsa organizing or reorganizing things, but he couldn´t make out what exactly. After all a hyped thirsty sex deviant, if not potential sex offender registry member, was trying to build up the courage to unload a lifetime of build up perverted fantasies on him.
Perversions if left alone and bottled up, tend to get more and more extreme as time moves on and the deviant isn´t grounded back in normalcy. This is most likely one of the reasons of the more darker or fantastical porn plaguing the more hidden parts of the porn sites on earth.
Lucky for Karl, this sex goblin Gohb had no access to internet of any kind and thus was confined to the depravity her own mind was able to cook up in her off time in the trenches, sneaking a quick buzz from her lower lips. Yet perverted she was and demands her smart brain had earned to be fulfilled.
So Karl was in his room alone and stripped bare down to nothing, with another sexy alien, or maybe fantastical, wife that he had no clue if he had already forgotten the name told or if the name wasn´t mentioned yet. She was in front of him on the ground, using a stick ish shaped piece of scrap metal to draw on the floor her ideas of equipment needed for her wish to work out the way she wanted it.
Her drawing skills are surprisingly good. She is no master work artist, but one was able to understand her quick sketches without explanation. Which was good as the sheer embarrassment that the Gohb radiated again was almost touchable in the air.
So on he went to put his promises, even though this version of reward ticket was not a promise he had directly made but had Sarsa to blame for, and he went to work at setting up what he needed for this odd act of intercourse, impossible for mortal humans, but he was not joined by a human and still was rather fresh in the morning stamina wise.