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Chapter 31 : experts Fight / change of Situation
After a very deep and relaxing slumber, Karl-Heinz yawned wide, tried to stretch and noticed that his left arm was still fucked and secured to his chest. Not long after he also remembered that he was drugged into sleep.
The third thing he noticed was that he for a change wasn´t 90% surrounded by bitches and instead had a moderate surrounding quota of only 50%. The Kohb was laying on his legs like a cat would, near the feet staying out of reach, yet blocking there movement if you don´t want to disturbed the cuteness and still looking serenely comfortable despite his legs being just a little better than street speed bumps.
To his right his stretching arm had woken Vaskra, holding on to him like he were a piece of drift wood in the wide empty ocean and his head was in the lap of a cross-legged sitting Laka. The Lopen wasn´t awake yet and her torso was leaning backwards against the wall.
Somehow he just knew that Sarsa was also in the room and Tris wouldn´t be far away either.
His suspicion was proven wrong as the awoken Vaskra made a whistling sound and the last two of the inner circle first had to enter into the room. Sarsa´s Torso entering first but her tail first finish entering after Tris had lumbered over to the bed and slowly sat down on the edge of it.
Karl then broke the ice with the well practice thrown brick finesse with ”So why did you put me to sleep and what happened in the battle ?” Before Sarsa could answer and giving the others a moment to catch there bearings, waking fully from there own much to short sleep, he added on “and what do you need me to craft next?”
Now before anyone could say anything, Tris grinned and requested loudly. “My weapon! Big and strong and shoots and shoots and shoots again, covering me in as much gore as our enemy's are filled with fear and you fill me with cum!”
While everyone is processing that boisterous moment of Tris, Karl tries to jump in on the presumed joke and cheats a 6 barreled Gatling gun made of stone into existence on the floor next to Tris feet.
Tris eyes go wide like dinner plates as she spots the stone construct and how it is shaped with only the ability to be hand held by her and not able to be mounted anywhere. This toy is a loop to stick an arm thru, a crank lever sticking out the left side to make the barrels spin, two internal gear wheels and nothing else.
Tris immediately picks it up and aims it at the wall to spin the crank, to first squeal in delight at the clacking noises that come from the inside of the gun, only to have her mood sour as nothing else happens than the barrels spinning.
As Tris ears flop down in disappointment, everyone else laughs out at the comedy of the goof moment of the gun nut berserker. Then the mood softens again as Tris cruses up a storm of in her grumbled mumbling, gently removes her arm from the toy Gatling and lays down onto the bed.
To lighten the mood of his murder land shark and to lighten his guilt a bit as well, Karl offers “I can make that as a Gatling rail-gun when I get enough metal and stuff.” Which does make the Cannidor perk up again and start plotting something.
Still before that train of thought and topic can go anywhere, Sarsa takes command of the room again and starts instructing the situation to Karl-Heinz. “Lover, we knocked you out because there was a battlefield to clean up and you were gravely injured and you were wandering aimlessly and potentially doing stupid things again.”
Karl tried to object and offer his excuses and reasons of his actions, but the serious stares that he got from everyone but Tris made his autistic shyness flare up and dry up his words like a pill in a vacuum dry chamber.
Sarsa continued “The battle went very well overall, the camp above us thought that we would be hiding in some straight tunnels and there Cannidor shock bitches with a specialist squad would be enough to flush us out and recapture you. YOUR defenses were a game changer in this conflict. We managed to lure them in and grind them up. Tris in her battle frenzy and armor managed to kill both enemy Cannidors and after the specialists retreated it was only clean up work of a camp in chaos.”
“It also helped that the attacking bitches all either peed or squirted there pants went in terror and arousal, they couldn´t handle the bunker air of your smell it seems. Lucky us that you seem to still be in heat”
“Buuut men don´t get in heat?” Came Karl´s uncertain interjection.
Focusing on the task more important, Sarsa rolls on wards with “anyway, You also asked what you should craft or rather do next and I beg you or rather order Laka to get you to stay in bed. Yes you can do some exercises or what ever our best medic tells is good for you, but please stay in bed. Hubby you worked longer and harder than any of us and now you are heavily injured and crippled, so sit out a bit. We will get you when or if we need you. The outpost is removed and the entrance is a secured position. They will take at least a day or two until they realize the base is wiped out and a few more days to organize and then send reinforcements here to reestablish a Base.”
Then the Nagasha got hard and grim like a old war veteran commander looking at Tris. “You stay in bed too! don´t care if it is here or elsewhere, just stay put, heal and get ready for when we need you again.”
Tris opened her mouth and tried to start talking but got cut of from Vaskra “Yes I will get metal brought here so he can tinker around with you or he will get bored.”
Tris gave a as good as she could with her bandaged arms fist bump to that statement, accompanied by a very happy half hissed “Yessss”.
Karl-Heinz in the same moment leaned back and groaned as he thinks he realized something. “I am gonna get fucked every hour of the day that you can get my dick hard, now that I got no excuse to instead be working. Right?”
Most women in the room were looking slightly ashamed at that statement, Tris was a grinning exception, Sarsa instead looked lovingly at her man and said. “We do need to keep up moral, to bind the new prisoners to our cause and you have to fulfill some sex favor promises you made, well the ones you can fulfill whilst staying in bed. Laka will keep it all tame.” Snapping her gaze to Tris she continued “And you will go gently or I will have a way found to control you or your urges! Don´t test our relations over the health of our Husband.”
As Tris still happy grinned, even though a bit smaller than before, at the glares of the other women in the room joined in on the feeling of judgment to the hardly restrained Cannidor woman.
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Having a rare glimpse of the feeling or mood of the room, Karl had to try and smooth things over, so he offered “Tell you what murder shark, if you keep the others happy and me fine. I will try to build you a fuck seat that could run your vagina raw. Not hard to do, we got all the things to craft it here in the bunker.”
This was followed up by a very fake smile, but despite the very bad acting, the words seemed genuine and thus Tris grin faltered and she lowered her head in submission with a “fine, I will stick to what ever you deem save for him.”
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What followed after that hearth to hearth or rather “stay in bed hubby so you don´t fuck anything up” was a few days with a lot of emotions for Karl-Heinz. He was kept in bed by Laka, whom he didn´t dare cross as she seemed to know what was best for him and he never dare to argue back against her, at least not without 100% certainty that he new that detail better than her.
So he was begging for distractions from his boredom and emotions, which lead to a lot of sex, more than he even thought he was able to give, it also lead to too many moments were he was lost with his own thoughts and was left to cry out long suppressed emotions as he was forced to face them.
He was such a mess in between fuck marathons and crafting requests, that every women in the bunker soon pitied him, but not one thought of ever leaving as he was there only man option and they would all be most likely executed when they would try to surrender. Also he was still able to fuck them silly and he was very kind in trying to appease everyone.
Better said, he was able to stay hard as women were jumping up and down or otherwise polishing his pole. His crippled arm and restricting rules of the ever present guardian cut down on most of the possible sex positions and almost all kinky stuff like the fuck jog.
The abusing of the appeasing and weakened mental state of Karl was tried, but immediately stonewalled by the inner circle of wifes, ever vigilantly running the bunker and observing the precious male addebt in there midst.
He did get let out of bed on his own two legs, as Karl never told and hopes to never have to tell his wifes about wheel chairs and that he could make them, to go and do some crafting on the entrances, resealing the entrance outside of the re-imagined village, opening the in village original entrance. He even got some fresh air on day 2 to craft some of the trees into more portable sizes, after he had insisted that he would go more crazy without fresh air.
By day 5 he even had managed to make beds with pillows and blankets for all his wifes, mostly using the cleaning spell on existing stuff that got plundered from above.
It all came to a halt as Karl was coitus interrupted right out from under Vaskra as he was rushed to the front entrance and brought to Sarsa´s side, half dressed, but held warm by blankets.
Sarsa nodded to the recovered enough Tris who manhandled Karl-Heinz to her then started explaining. “They are back.” There was a short dramatic pause that Karl failed to take so Sarsa continues “The issue is that it isn´t the same side this time. The front line seems to have been breached and we are being marched on by the other sides forces now.”
Karl takes this as a clue and starts to enact “Nope” protocols, starting to close up the entrance again.
Sarsa waves her arms around in front of his face a bit panicked and corrects him “Wait wait, stop! I need you hear to close the entrance yes, but only after we tried to make a deal with them first. So please make the entrance small and sit close by with Tris to wall us up if our negotiations fail.”
Tris nods.
Karl nods.
Tris grabs Karl and reposition him behind one of the murder holes out of line of sight but close enough to listen too what is going on.
Sarsa is coiled up and waiting for the first curious soldier to come down and start negotiating. Vaskra shows up, hastily redressed and positions herself with the guards in the ambush points. Almost all the other wifes from the bunker are also in the defensive positions. The prisoners are still in there cells and behaving themselves in a quiet fashion.
Karl wants to be helpful and increase Sarsa´s chances of survival, so he peeks thru the shooting hole of his cover and with a bit of practiced skill crafts a thin cover of stone plate armor around his first wife. The stile is a bit leaning into the fantasy side of designs as the plates leave the joints wide open and only protect her torso and arms, but some armor is better than non armor. Made out of stone it also is rather brittle at the thin thickness it has to not weigh to much.
This earns him a small nod of the Nagasha lady and the waiting continues.
And the waiting continues.
And continues.
Karl-Heinz still is no fan of hurry up and wait and gets bored, but Laka and Tris looking down on him and his possible bad ideas, he instead self employees his focus on trinket puzzle blocks like one can buy made out of wood or plastic in the gift shops of science museums.
He doesn´t have many ideas to craft new ones and the ones he knows he has quickly crafted and carried off by one of the wifes around him, as they try to keep the battlefield uncluttered and free of tripping hazards.
This then escalates to Karl-Heinz making a small room for him to busy himself in. Which gets tolerated by Laka and Tris, which then gets Tris to egg him on to craft more weapons and war toys, which brings Karl to stop trying to make Lego blocks out of granite stone.
Holding the classic 8 by 2 block in his hand Karl realizes “I can just make caltrops if you want.” Creating one as he suggests the usually iron 4 pointed foot trap.
Before any more ideas of boredom can materialize, the new voices of women can be heard, resulting in Laka dragging there unstable addebt back into position and out of sight.
What followed afterwards was more hurry up and wait, scouts or rather expendable pawns got send down the stairs only to be greeted by Sarsa and after a short confirmation at gun point that the Nagasha was the at least speaker of an independent faction willing and eager to open diplomatic relationships, the scouts scuttled back up the stairs and quickly after returned with someone with the power to establish political connections.
It was a monumental task that was being undertaken in this moment, that Karl-Heinz managed to not fall pray to his own mind without fidgeting away his boredom with bad ideas and staying semi alert for the good of his wifes. It did help that a quest popped up, telling him to keep them save, it further help that he saw his duty to ensure there safety and be ready now that stuff was actually happening. No matter how slow it was actually progressing.
The officer send down to do the talking was taken of guard as she smelled the dense with pheromones air. Her nipples stiffen and her nethers start to moist., but she keeps her expression stoic neutral and her walk even and steady. Reaching the bottom stair step, the Officer manages to strike a pose of stern resolve, unlike the degraded looks and appearances most officers present to the turncoat women of the bunker thus far.
The war has worn down the spirits of both the cannon fodder and the officers yelling at them to storm into dead mans land. Yet her stands a woman in clean clothes, aside from some mud on the sides of her boots, a seemingly unbroken or corrupted will and a deal in mind, to acquire the riches of this bunker with diplomatic ways.
´This bunker did have some riches as it was obvious a man was present, but aside from that it also had a skill in fight and creation. No mere rabble of random women would survive as long as these have to establish a base and defend it with out at least some significant skills.´
´This Nagasha woman also seems to be one of the primary wifes given her custom made armor and clothing. Now to find out what they want and how to twist it for my interests. But why is this man now in heat?´
So the officer started the conversation with some token respect “I am glad to meet you here on hopefully friendly footing. You made it clear to my scouts that you were not to going to just be integrated into this great nation of mine as you all seem to have had better ideas or wishes of how you want to live your life´s from now on and are willing to fight for it to the death.”
With a short interruption pause to let her words influence and permeate the audience she then continues. “You seem to have fended off and survived the waist-land in opposition to the eternal enemy, which given the circumstances sure is no small feat and has many heroic story's born, waiting to be told.”
Sarsa just stayed quiet and let the officer ramble on, often times it did pay of to let the other party dig their own grave with assumptions, when one had the luxury of time that is. “But I do believe you are out numbered, out of supplies and most likely putting up a show of falls strength to get better negotiating terms. How about we cut all the preamble and you join my glorious army and let the man get taken to the breeding farms and be pampered like he should be. I am not unreasonable, you can still negotiate your positions in the army and benefits you can receive.”
After another short pause to give the words time to sink, slight snickering could be faintly heard coming from Tris paired by a low suppressed growls from Laka and some of the other women in the defensive lines. Sarsa started to counter the officer with “No. We are not as desperate as you just assumed and can easily sustain ourselves, we want to best case negotiate a trade deal and worst case a non aggression pack in both cases as an independent minor faction in this world.”
The officer to her credit stayed calm and collected. “What is it then that you want to trade with and what do you reveal that will stop us from just storming this dungeon and taking what we own by force?”
This elicited more growls of displeasure from the onlookers. Sarsa didn´t react to the slight jabs and sufficiently escalated the tensions. “Karl-Heinz Hubby could you please show of how we would, how did you call it, nope out? But please let us be still able to talk some more. Bars would be good I think.”
Nodding at understanding at the wall, Karl peaked out of cover for a short moment and then “crafted” a straight line of vertical prison bars between the officer and Sarsa. These Bars were made of stone, arm thick and completely stopped any entrance or exit out of the bunker, but left enough room to shake hands thru between them.
As the bars formed, the officer took a shocked step backwards, not able to hide the surprise from also reaching her face.
Sarsa leaned a bit forward and lifting her head higher at the same time, looked down at the officer lady. “We got an addept that can make many things to trade or fight with. So if we don´t like the deal it won´t be easy to remove us.”