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Chapter 27 : Next Morning / Running Fuckup

No shit here he was, sitting on the loo as the events of this newest of days mornings had skipped that step to rush him into implementing what his board of directors had chosen the blue collar workers to do. Again of course without any input from said blue collar workers!

Which was just fine by Karl-Heinz, not much blame to come his way when something got thru the filters that these simplistic design weren´t able to handle or when time came around to think about other issues of the simplistic design. At the same time if something strong enough, that would eat thru the filter, were to make it into the bunker, they would all choke to death on there own blood anyway.

Yet no need to worry about that detail now, as the second part of his position needs to be fulfilled. The pay out of the executives benefits. He luckily didn´t have any cocaine within the bunker for them to turn it into a cock and hookers orgy party, at the same time he had no knowledge of any money in the bunker and he was to gang-bang whore. But with no pay he wasn´t even a whore.

Either way, to yet again have a jump in thoughts. He was done on the toilet and thanked his cleaning cheat skill to the heavens and hell´s of this places religion, as he didn´t need to use the rags that get half washed and reused as toilet-paper in this desperate bunker.

Then he went back to the fuck room. Of course the reward winner was almost vibrating, herself into her first orgasm of there session, with excitement and on the bed was laying an almost forgotten gift that he had gotten not to long ago. There was the bottle of mystery drink that most likely was the finest quality wine that could be salvaged from what ever looted officer supply. The bottle was not alone though, its brothers and sisters and nephews and extended family from Asia all came to visit.

His room had one bottle on the bed and the walls lined with other similar bottles. The one on the bed was being opened by the pervert and semi sexy pored down her naked body, funneled by her bulging chest and into a clay cup. The only reason that she wasn´t smiling at Karl was that it did take a lot of attention to keep the spilling and resulting mess to a minimum. Which meant that it still was a rather big spread of liquid, only slightly contained by the slow poring limiting the volume of liquid that is possible to be spilled.

He then got entered into the room by a gently push from a grinning Tris, followed by a closing door and the tell tale sound of someone at least partially undoing there pants outside of his room.

Next thing Karl knew once is confusion had worn of was that a sex woman was half forceful poring the cup of wine down his mouth. The first thing that enters his mind was ´tasty, sorta´. It was a new flavor for him and he was to much of a shut in to compare it with a mix of flavors and or fruits and foods from earth to describe it with. But he did taste a tiny bit of alcohol in it, not much, a shot glass of beer would have more alcohol molecules than that 1 liter ish looking wine bottle, but it was there.

“Now my stud, are we gona ready my ride?” The woman grinned at him whilst slowly trailing her hand over his chest, down to his naked groin, whilst he was seated at the edge of the bed with her standing and now bend over forwards next to him.

Karl´s hand was on her shapely butt and gently squeezing and rubbing the green orb. The raw amount of sex he had so far here had him lose a bit of his shyness. Being a master of non verbal miscommunication, Karl nodded and started “the plan”, this boiled down to him using is crafting skill and soon he had, instead of both of there clothes, a harness were the Gohb was held in place in front of his belly above his penis.

Lacking any prior experience and having had just a good looking sketch to go off of, the woman ended up tied into a full bondage restricted netted sausage, speech preventing ball-gag out of stone included. Her breast were hanging free and being squeezed against Karl´s torso. Her arms and legs were folded up and secured against his belly.

Karl´s penis was half hard already and stayed that way for the time it had taken to wrap up this package, so he stood up and his member stayed nicely inside of one of her warm holes. Karl-Heinz didn´t want to check which hole it was and it seemed to be working for her as his crotch felt wet and she was drooling around the stone ball in her mouth.

Now came the important part of sex! The motion to create friction to trigger them nerve endings to make them head feel goods.

Karl-Heinz started to walk. The first step made his package jiggle out of sink of the rest of his body, causing her to shift sideways on his penis, letting the rod rub and twist on her internal walls and making her mind melt from the double pleasure of finally having sex with a real flesh and blood man that has a pulls and isn´t made of wood and to have her perverted minds fantasy mostly fulfilled.

The sheer ecstasy and the foreplay of getting heated up for this moment was enough to make her squirt out an orgasm and grunt enthusiastically into the gag. It was pure bliss for her and she loved every second of it. Her internal muscles were squeezing, milking, massaging his penis for all they were worth.

Karl had a bit less euphoric of a time, the deviant sex midget was lighter than a fully grown woman, but still heavy enough and out of his center of mass, the downsides of big boobs never stop as they push her torso away from his chest, to make it a struggle to walk and not fall over. Her squirting and already dripping from both pairs of lips like a hungry dog expecting treats didn´t help. The internal massaging his penis got, still was a rather good confidence and motivation booster.

So he grit his teeth and slowly speed up his walking around the room. Each and every step filling him with another shot of pleasure down his dick and up his spine. Soon enough he was enjoying himself quit a lot in this rather unusual sex position.

As the walking carried on or rather he got better at carrying her and she got down from her orgasm, there movements started to get smoother and she even started to , with her limited range of movement, help counter swing his steps. Her swinging didn´t help balance him at all, rather the opposite effect happened, but it did increase the amount she bounced up and down on his dick.

Karl-Heinz got better at walking despite the increased jiggling of his over-sized overeager sentient flesh-light, so he wanted to up the bouncing too and started to speed up his walking. Not having enough room to do more than a few steps before reaching a wall wasn´t that big of a problem for Karl, he just “crafted” a new corridor as he speed up his walk down the tunnel.

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His speed took a time to reach past the speed walker and into a pitiful jogging speed, were he still wasn´t running, lets face it bigger heavy dudes aren´t really ever the runner types, the bouncing of each step he took actually let the Gohb jump up on his dick instead of just sideways swings.

The sensation increased with this new form of pleasure so much that she had another squirting orgasm and the liquids polling in Karl´s crotch amassed enough to start dripping down on the floor. Letting them leave a sent trail of sweat and sex liquids for anyone to follow.

Before Karl got to exhausted, he had to stop and sit down at a conveniently placed stone bench. The moment he sat down he blew his load. She squirmed and banged her head against him in ecstasy at the contact of that much cum soaked pheromones in her system. He just laid back and was lost to the world in a world of bliss and Adrenalin suppressed aches.

He locked up a bit, pump his sperm for a while and few shots into her, he was rather blissfully happy with this orgasm. It wasn´t the strongest he ever had, but it was the most satisfying as he had worked for this one and this amount of work made it worth it.

Sadly the lack of attention his running tunnel had gotten as he had created the scent trail, was now showing and it was showing in a rather bad way. Cracks were forming and rumbling noises and earth shifting vibrations were ignored as the pair was to lost in there bliss, well one was tired and relaxing and the other was again swinging and jiggling around on top of his dick, trying to get him to continue.

Lucky for them in there misfortune, they didn´t get crushed from the cave in that happened to the tunnel. Rather unlucky for them, Karl-Heinz had no compass or way of re-crafting the tunnel as his jog was not in a straight line.

Sobering up faster than the Gohb, Karl remade the bindings into as much covering as he could with the limited materials for both of them. Then he sighed and went forward and started to work on the problem. Karl-Heinz shot “crafted” spy-holes in the rough direction the tunnel had come from.

The Dazed Gohb was still in horny mode and fished out the penis and started to give a double standing blowjob.

On top of the unhelpful sex addict doing her thing, Karl was in utter darkness, no one needs light when you craft the way where you are going and thus have almost no chance of ever hitting anything on the way you are making as you go. But now he also has no way of knowing where his way home is and no help or ideas from others to find it underground.

Sighing the exhaustion of the forsaken, Karl-Heinz grabs the Gohb and reattaches her to his belly with the recrafted harness, only this time with her face on his crotch as the local vacuum had black holes levels of suction power and he rather liked his penis staying attached.

Then he started the frustrating work that every tunnel exploring lost minecraft player learns at one point and crafted a stairwell to the surface. At least he was mentally present enough not to just do it in a straight line, when or if he slipped or fell, he didn´t want to roll back down hundreds of stairs back to where he had started his climb.

For the Gohb this was the best fantasy sex she could ever have dreamed up! She was able to try and utterly melt into her running fuck idea and now she had alone time that could not be stopped by anyone! She hoped she wouldn´t wake up to fast as this was the best dream she ever had.

The stairs added a new level of bouncing to her mouth that oddly pleased her and the angle at which she swallowed his rod made it much easier to deep-throat it! Finally her training with dildos payed of more than a fun distraction of sitting in the look out with utter boredom and waving at the other lookout across the trench-line.

It only was annoying when the outlook on the other side tried to shoot at her instead of waving back, hell even when they did rude gestures was more fun than them trying to use the laser rifles that had half the maximum firing range that they would be apart from each other. Happy times, she wished she could have kept the binoculars, but they were and are a highly guarded and controlled treasure.

And now it seems as if her time of napping was up, it was getting bright outside.

But she didn´t want to wake up just now!

It was so warm and cosy and sexy with that dream dick in her mouth. ´Oh he is getting soft, I need to up my game to keep him nice and stiff!´ was her battle cry as she up her tongue play and sucked down hard with her lungs and lips. Drooling about the same amount from her mouth as she previously had from her other lips when they were stuffed, not saying that the other lips even had stopped there drooling either.

She just would sleep in and rather be yelled at by the one who ended up waking her, rather than giving up her best dream to date. She would for ever cherish this life like memory in every detail. She would need to get herself a journal to be able to write it down in as much painstaking detail as possible,

Even her butt getting smacked made her shiver in pain and pleasure so real that she came again from it. Though if this was her dream, why was the butt smacking not being playful and instead turned insistent and purely painful. But that was an issue that she would deal with when she would wake up, now the pain was just morphing into another orgasm as she developed a bit of a masochism fetish.

Karl-Heinz grew rather frustrated, the sex deviant on his dick was so glued to his groin and not reacting to any prodding or smacking, that he had given up and instead waited until she would tire out. Hopefully sooner rather than later tire out as carrying her around was starting to strain him.

Now that he was on the surface of this wonderful battlefield waist-land he was happy to see sun again and he felt lucky to not pop up right in someones trench or guard post. He was scanning the horizon and quickly saw that the leveled remains of the ruins, under which his bunker home was laying, now sported a formidable hastily constructed military sight.

They were most likely there trying to dig him out, but as he hadn´t felt or heard any vibrations on the stone ceiling of his bunker, they hadn´t started yet or where making very very slow progress in there digging attempts.

Maybe they where only guarding the surface in hopes of him needing to pop up somewhere eventually. But little did they now, Karl was a master of Dwarf Fortress and other underground colony management games! He would find that mana vent and or mushroom growth to start a farm and become a self sufficient underground metropolis.

God he hoped that he wouldn´t have to deal with the baby's or kids, he can try his best but Karl just didn´t feel like he would be good with kids.

At least that where the lies of plans that he told himself to push away the dread of constant background despair of his cracked mental health and depression. The low key background endorphins from the blowjob did oddly help him stay calm in this fucked up situation whilst out and alone.

Still even insanity had the nice benefit of boosted creativity and as some character in some weeb show once said “creativity is a weapon” especially if his smell and mere sight lets panty´s drop as if they were made of asbestos and lead and then have these panty´s thrown at his face as if they were made of gold to buy his attention and sperm.

Using his craft skill and mixing in his non existing respect for this wanna be cum dumb on his belly, he created a few fragile compacted dirt small potion bottles filled with what ever liquid sperm he could “craft” move out of the vagina that is rubbing around too near to his face and nose. He tried to mix in his sweat to be that extra step neck-beard creep.

But fear not this was in a game and he seemed to be considered hot!

So by that logic he too could sell his bathing water, if he where to find a society that actually had a marketplace he could abuse, if by then his harem wasn´t already so big that he even would need any form of money income to be a waist of space in a room catering to his protector and providers needs.

The future was looking bright and happy yet again.

Karl-Heinz walked up to the Military camp, they yelled at him to stop and identify himself.

He just continued walking.

They raised there guns in a threatening manner.

He did a little spin in the T-pose to confuse the hell out of them.

The guards yelled what was happening to people further in the camp. An answer came that Karl couldn´t understand because of distance and or it being short code commands.

Karl stopped spinning as he started to feel dizzy and his legs were getting tired.

The Gohb on his dick developed a hiccup and seemed to be suppressing some rather strong urge, displayed in her no longer inhabiting a black hole within her lungs to get of Karl.

The Guards moved in to capture the weird loony.

Karl threw two of the smell brews he had prepared and managed to hit neither of the Guards closing in on him. But he hit close enough for them to stop moving, raise there rifles and start barking commands again.

The rifles didn´t stay up longer than the list of commands they where trying to finish as the pheromones of the smell potions hit these hopeless horny virgins like a dump truck cat gets hit by super catnip.