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Chapter 28 : Running Fuckup / New Spys
“Fuck” was all that Karl could say as the guards assaulted him with there body's. He threw the “potion” bottles like they would go boom and annihilate or distract or incapacitate his foe, like in some round of dnd playing as a potions chugging class or having holy hand grenade at the next closest nearest inconvenience.
His actual plan was to sell his bathing water mix to get some more supply's whilst also having some bribed guards to tunnel back into the bunker in peace.
Buuuuuuut a rather active industrial cum vacuum was rather distracting at work, more distracting than a leech doing their thing and much heavier to carry around.
Now that number of leeches tripled as the two guards were high on his sweat smells and undressing themselves whilst dog piling his ass and trying to dislodge his first leech. His spars amount of clothes have been already cut to shreds. The two Tret or maybe Erumenta where currently in the uncoordinated task of dislodging his current sausage storage from his groin, with little success.
This gave Karl enough mental room, in between very passionate kisses, to try and wiggle his way out of this latest predicament.
He knew no help would be coming, they were all trapped under a few meters of soil and rock. He also knew that his little fuck pile would be found before he would manage to satisfy them all and he also knew that his manliness wouldn´t be long standing enough to outlast the bitches desires, let alone the reinforcements they would get once the moans were to be heard and the smells sniffed by the rest of the camp.
Soooooo Karl-Heinz did the next best thing and started operation “Nope 2.0” or “Nope again”, naming could wait.
The main difference of “Nope repeat of the retreat” to just “Nope” was that instead of letting (forcing) his loyal troops (horny harem battle addicts) retreat by foot, he instead implemented a sliding tactic.
With a lucky snipe “crafted” hole, he managed to see light below the ground, this time he was smarts enough to compact the dirt around his crafted micro tunnel so that it woulden´t instantly collapse. Now armed with a goal to aim at he manage to craft a sup-terrain ramp to the bunker complex. Managing to get this fuck pile fuck up caused by him to vector an interception course with, to his luck, the mess hall, right into the second emergency meeting lead by Sarsa as they seem to have noticed his disappearance.
Sealing up the ground behind him nicely and very very sturdily, Karl´s attention switched back to the strong muscles of everyone in his Harem lifting the cum addicts in apparent withdrawal from him and Karl guessed right into a prison cell, were they no doubt would vigorously finger themselves raw and wound deep into the rest of the day and maybe night. It was still late morning after all.
With a rather happy tone and a slight self sarcastic under lying feeling Karl then addressed Sarsa “My hero!” and smiling a bit shyly, whilst having his arms wide open as if waiting for a hug.
Not being able to resist her man in such a pathetic looking state, caked in mud and the fluids of his latest sex encounter, she bend down and lifted him up, assisted from her coils, then she hugged him deeply and sighed a deep breath of relive.
Karl´s head was again pressed between breasts as Sarsa spoke. “Thank goddess you are all right, we were just about ready to start digging out of here to go and rescue you.” She was holding him in the tight embrace as she continued “Oh and your privilege to privacy is now gone, someone will keep you in there sight at all times now.”
Karl-Heinz just gulped at that one, tried to nod acceptance, failed his first attempt but succeeded once he was released from the iron gripped love embrace into the mammarian valley. He was still bound in her coils from his belly downwards.
Then Karl´s head snapped back to a different idea that he wanted to share to the still perplexed and slightly shocked harem. “Oh and here I got 3 small vials filled with my cum and sweat. To me that is jucky but to you gurls it seems to be the hottest shit since air. So valve crew that had the last shift and is now of duty claim your random participation drug trophy!”
The group did some shuffling as two beautifully shaped women with porn start proportions and alien features, in this case his belly dragon Kohb and the goth Erumenta, stepped forward and gracefully accepted the no longer brittle but compressed almost stone “crafted” vials with wood plugs on the top.
Karl had one more of these special cocktails which he tossed to Vaskra, who was staying close by and looked a bit overwhelmed from the madness of the situation and useless in knowing what to do or even how to better it. “Brighten up sugar, you still are my first fuck in this weird game” Karl quipped her way with a smile from in a slightly more lose grasp of Sarsa´s embrace.
This random act of attention made Vaskra smile back at Karl and she took that break in her helplessness feeling as a stepping stone to get order reestablished. She quickly wiped everyone back into doing there grunt work tasks and some other things to get the mess-hall cleared of random wifes and give Sarsa some room as Vaskra herself left as well.
Before Sarsa could either deeply kiss and try to squeeze her personal load of white gold out of Karl-Heinz or start to really lay into a proper scolding of his very rather foolish actions, still not able to read faces properly bite Karl again, not helped by the snake face being even harder to read, the muscle came back as Tris and Laka both Trotted on four legged stance back into the room.
Tris saw an opportunity for what it was and pulled Karl out of Sarsa´s grip and into her own embrace. She commented her own action with “yeah yeah bad hubby be less stupid.” at Sarsa, smooching his nose and mouth with her big maw. “Now is pay back time for making us worry so much about you!” holding him against her chest as she leaves the room with him towards the fuck room.
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He is being followed by a distinct slidering noise of the only snake like alien in his harem and the not so soft steps of a pissed of Laka.
Being again bimbo amazon handled onto his bed, this time lucky enough not because of a mental breakdown. Tris was not soon after, naked enough to embrace his love, on top of him. But before the break of his penis could properly end, Tris was next to him and gently restricted in Sarsa´s coils.
This slight change of plans made Tris lose her grin and frown. “Oih! I was about to have some fun! He still owes me and now after this last fuck up panic for us even more so!” raising her voice loud enough to be heard thru a few of the walls of the room they were in. Lucky for everyone's eardrums it was a more the base and dept that carried the voice instead of possible shrill high pitched aspects it could have had in a smaller creature.
“I am pulling rank on this one, you get the next fuck but he is needed to exploit this unique opportunity right now! Laka grab him some more cloth.” Sarsa pointed at the pile of discarded left over clothes from where his fuck marathon day had started. “Tris grab our hubby and get him as sexy as possible! We need him to convince the two guards to commit to us or at least to tell us where they got there supply tent! If we can play this right we can get there Food and other stuff to last us weeks or months!”
Sarsa was very happily rubbing her hands together and making a very happy merchant expression. As she slithered out of the room she added “I go and butter them up so that you only have to show up and pay the part of the bargain I have managed to strike.”
Karl was again a bit dumbfounded, the idea felt very smart to him, it even made him feel good that he was able to be uniquely useful, but it pissed him of to no end that his daily quest pop up now reared its head and gave him a new objective to get 5 women pleased and a few variations of other kinky tasks. All the daily quest tasks were very doable, but it made him feel like a slut and Karl wanted to be a wage slave not a pampered breeding rooster.
His dower mood showed on his face so strongly that Laka managed to pick up on it, but before she could do anything to react to it, Karl-Heinz had “exed” the bottle of supposed wine in one go, it is very helpful to have trained to drink the current gamer juice out of a bottle when you know how to take breathing pauses in between gulps of sugar liquid, and had gotten dressed in a open Jacked and tight crotch padded jeans to show of his beer-gut belly, manly flat slight man boobs and big dick energy, which was still half hard from the teasing and touching Tris managed to sneak in on the carry to the fuck room.
Earning concerned looks from Tris, Karl strolled out of his room and walked over to the Prison cells like he owns the place, which he manages to act out well, he build it after all even though he does not feel like owning the complex, low self-esteem is a bitch like that.
Sarsa was heavy on working her jaws of her face to try and get them culled into submission, it worked to some extent, the jog fuck girl was in the corner mumbling something about being able to die happy and the other two where deliriously begging for more time with that weird chick that smelled so good and also weren´t that approachable mentally. But they were all very submissive so Sarsa took the wins she could get.
Then Karl walked in, still smelling of all the lovely grime and liquids he hadn´t cleaned himself off more than the many body contacts he had with the various women hugging his attention. The mood of the two new prisoners instantly changed, together with the mood of the women in the other prison cells. He was bombarded with offers of anything he could ever dream or think of, in the eyes of the offering desperate prisoners. He got all the compliments about his divine beauty, especially from the ones who were out of line of sight of him. He got praised for his endless mastery of all the crafts and how perfect the prison cells and hallways were, which were the comments that Karl felt rather grating and displeased about, he himself just knowing how much better of a job he could have done.
“Silence!” He called and the room went quiet, aside from some wet noises coming out of the corners of some prison cells. Even Sarsa shut up and instead slithered behind Karl, eager to see how well he would be able to get resources out of the captured guards, holding her head next to Karl´s over his shoulders, ready to assist.
Karl-Heinz being a bad negotiator slipped into his version of a dominant merchant, his first bargain to offer was. “Tell us were the Supply of your camp is stored and I will give you a very small bottle of my spit.”
Shivering in excitement one of the guards fell to her knees and was about to try and thank his kindness, but the other one had one more brain-cell left in the lust crazed head and slapped the silly out of the kneeling woman. The Erumenta´s counter offer was “To little, I want in on the marriage as privileged wife!”
This started the usual issue that occurs when you get two desperate people together in a bad situation, the other one recovering from the Slap then tried to out under bide her partner in shame. “I am ok with just being a half wife that gets the occasional fuck to get pregnant, I even toss in stealing sup ...” This act earned her another slap.
Before this could devolve anymore into slapstick comedy or a slightly sad cat fight, Karl again “Crafted” the two apart by making stone bars grow from the floor and preventing them from slapping each other more. This did bring the two back into focus on Karl with a lock of realization on there faces.
He was not only male but also capable to do more than just impregnate them ?!
Last time he crafted them into the bunker, they were and still are but not as much, rather hazy from lust flooded minds. Now that it clicked in there minds that they got a once in a century chance to try and actually escape the meat-grinder of this endless war riddled hellscape of a nation, they had no clue about the rest of the world and if they were also in perpetual war or not.
So they both knelled with one knee down and the other pushing up there chest, looking longingly up at Karl-Heinz and speaking out of sink and ignoring the other speaking, their versions of a pledge of loyalty and vassalage.
Karl wasn´t able to make out all the details of these on the spot oats, but he could make out tid bits of self mutilation in case of failure and eternal loyalty to escape the great hell of war. Maybe there were ideas of torture sex and self improvements that could have come from special forces drill instructors, but that wasn´t what was important right now.
Important right now was that he would redirect the workload of organizing and planing the next step to the one who had the skill and mind to actually do so properly. Karl tried to achieve this with the slightly clumsy words of “ Ok ok calm down, you do what I tell you to get out of war service or this war or something, clear this up with Sarsa here, she is the wife one who took command and did it well. She will take care of what to do. She will also tell me when there are rewards to be had or not. Sooooooooo I take my leave for now.”
Sarsa was looking pleased, this went about as good as it could have and the two new recruits, not wifes she had to prove there intentions and milk there potential for spy work first, but she wasn´t done with Karl-Heinz herself just yet. She then started ordering “Tris! Put him down, he isn´t done just yet, we need him for a few more minutes and then you can screw him after we robed the ones above us blind. I got a plan so all listen up!”
Laka, Tris, Karl, his two new Loyal sex addicts and a few random passer by women all huddled into a half circle rather quickly around Sarsa. All eager to here her optimistic seeming plan.
“Karl release the two from the prison and go use your digging skill to figure out were the supply tent off the camp is above us. Then Sink it into the ground like you did with Tris that one time and close it up afterwards. If possible give us some ambush defenses down here were you sink it down to to better kill who ever might still be on the supply's. Afterwards you release the two new allies here back up thru your fuck tunnel outside so they can spin a story about why they left there guard post and later on they can smuggle us more intel and or supply´s for a bit longer. All clear ?”
A hand gets raised by a woman in the back but swiftly ignored as Vaskra lowers that hand again for her, before the hand goes up a second time Vaskra then orders “Get in gear! Get your Gun and get ready that we can clear the supply's when they get lowered down.”
This kicks everyone into action except for Tris, Laka and Sarsa who “guide” Karl-Heinz back to the fuck room, together with the now loyal willing new recruits. He basically gets half carried as they find his sens of urgency lacking in execution speed.
Once in the jog fuck tunnel again, Karl spends his free head space, gained from being manhandled by his guard dog and walking shark tank, to reinforce the not yet collapsed part of the tunnel while he is being carried along. He then also turns the rubble filled section of the tunnel into a nice triple Tris wide set of stairs and ramp before the half jogging group could reach it.
Once up and out of the tunnel and in fresh air in the almost mid day sun again, they look around spot the camp and point in the direction of said camp to ask which one is the Tent with supply´s.
The answer the wanna be spies produce is less than satisfactory, as they draw a top down approximation of the camp in the mud, each one does there own approximation, and then disagree about which one of the tents is the one that holds the supplies.
This disagreement then turns into a squabble and then into a little wrestling on the forest ground, destroying the mud drawings in the process.