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Chapter 32 : change of Situation / intruder Alert
Now that the mostly verbal slightly demonstrative brow beating phase of the diplomacy discussions are over Sarsa takes her victory in stride and pushes forwards with her best bunker favoring offer. “Now that you can see this forward close to the front line positioned manufacturing trade partner, here is the deal, you send us food, clothes, massive amounts of metals and what is needed to make what you want, together with examples of the weapons or what ever you want produced, rounding it of with some luxuries like books and or fine drinks, you should know the things. In return we will trade back the goods that you requested to resupply your troops with a short supply line with good quality stuff.”
The officer took a short moment to compose herself and fully process the offered deal, then she fired right back with her counter. “You will also lend us your strongest fighters and include people I send into the marriage with your breeder.”
“No chance, I won´t let you siphon of our strength and I will definitely not dilute our population with saboteurs or potential rebels for your cause.” Sarsa stayed stoic in posture, slightly relaxing back down to a more eye level stance and less of a towering one.
“So we don´t trust each other, but we are the bigger fish in this pond. Politics favor the more power controlling party. So what concessions are you willing to make then ? I too have too have to make successful reports to my superiors.” The officer but on a defeated body posture, slumped a bit forward, shoulders and head hanging forward down, looking up at Sarsa´s face.
“Oh I can understand that.” Sarsa answered and the woman´s hope rose a bit with her posture. “But I don´t have to care about such issues anymore myself. I care about my husband and my sister wifes. I am not going to make bad deals swayed on emotions. You should target weaker wills with such sentiments, but I will not risk my Husband and my family´s well being at any cost!”
The officer straightened herself a bit to fast into a proper position again, her pants were getting a bit moist by now.
After Sarsa´s final line of stoic defense of self interested non migration declaration, the haggling over the trade deal started. Karl-Heinz had not the faintest clue if they were getting ripped of or a good deal, but the job of a good merchant was to always get the best deal possible. As the situation relaxed a bit another of Karl´s wifes joined in the haggling and they even got out an abacus to aid in quick rough calculations.
Karl was then left or rather urged to leave into his distraction room, they knew how weird he is and tried to play into what they thought would keep him happy and functional. He himself had other ideas in his mind and stayed put next to the murder hole, observing the trade deal, just as he believed was his duty to ensure he could jump in and help at a moments notice.
The urging didn´t last long and so he was left to stay and stare, creeping some of them out with his focus on people instead of projects for a change outside of sex.
As time crawled by the officer lady clearly got less and less patient as the dark spot in her pants grew to its point of equilibrium were the same amount of liquid evaporated and got leaked into it. She even discretely rubbed at herself a few times, yet her face stayed stoic.
Sarsa seemed to have planned this moment for the trade deal as she made a sudden drop in her demands of the trade deal, which took the officer of guard and they quickly shook hands and double signed pieces of paper that Sarsa had laying in wait half written.
The talks were over and the officer rushed up the stairs with her copy of the trade deal. Most likely to find a privet spot to start rubbing the frustration out of her system.
Sarsa relaxed a bit after that stressful session of negotiations. She then slithers over to Karl and gives him a quick kiss and hug. “You did well hubby.” Then she slithers away to a bit of distance again and asks “can you please remove the armor, it is starting to wear me down.” After which she then points at a few of the women in the defense line and commands “You, you and you go and inform the others that we are good on a trade deal and that we can ease up our stress a bit soon. Before you plan lewd stuff I meant a party or something, Hubby is still not healed enough for stress testing.”
Karl does turn Sarsa´s stone plate armor into table ware, then he gets up, crafts himself a four wheeled cart and loads his current distraction projects from the distraction room into the cart. He tries to pull the cart back to the fuck room, before he would be dragged back there, but Laka doesn´t let him try and takes that task from him.
Crisis this time averted and successful diplomatic negotiations to become an independent village state, gives Karl-Heinz hopes they can pull of a Switzerland during world wars kind of thing, Still he has to continue on living and can´t push a fast forward button to speed up the slow parts of this colony management game, even though he isn´t even the player but a cog in the machine.
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The days move on after this, still at a snails pace for Karl, as he is constantly dotted, constantly prodded if he can be milked again and constantly kept distracted and praised, as his harem figured out that distractions and praise keep him somewhat stable.
The whole day-plan he is repeating seems to be working too. Tris gets her gun, a hand cranked Gatling rail-gun as Karl didn´t manage to work out a better way than the rotation system with position based trigger mechanisms for the easy reloading of bullets without gunfire recoil. He also didn´t manage to build computers or computer parts to aid in fine tuned electrical motor movements.
Karl-Heinz also manages to actually fuck his way around the entire bunker and clear out the prison cell. They only had to exile two of the women to the wrong front line of the war.
He vehemently denied to hear any more about there speculated or actual fate as prisoners of this war, He tried to keep his sanity in a condition that would let him be able to do work.
As the trade deals started to warm up after a week or two, he was busy again with a full time job. He sat in his workshop and half producing the requested goods, mostly mass repair jobs on uniforms and defect laser guns they all seem to use, the other half of his time goes into setting up manufacturing lines.
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´Industry for the win´ is what he thought to that, then he verbally added “that´s what she said” completely out of context and confusing his surrounding wifes.
Another upturn for Karl was that now that the food income and safety of the bunker was somewhat stable, a lot more free hands were available to aid in what ever projects came up. Due to Karl-Heinz cheating skill that meant they were mostly busy trying to dot on the poor guy in moments were he tried to concentrate and then end up send to the aptly called “torture benches”. A dozen women were standing side by side, lining the wall and cursing the iron blocks they were filing.
He had proposed to teach the harem his metal working skills as best as he could the way he had learned it himself. Women jumped at the opportunity to gain skills and the possibility of favors with there husband, then they saw what the first 3 canary's were doing down in the metaphorical coal mine and the perspective changed to it being more of a punishment that at first glance looked less rewarding as boot camp fitness training.
Not long after the wifes learned to look busy and to dance around the “no disturb hubby” rule or be “volunteered” to the t bench. At the benches they were actually tasked to file blocks of iron down and into shape.
With the craft skill he was amazed how good quality measurement tools he could make in respect to 90 degree angle or spacer measurements. He could even make caliper gauges, but he didn´t trust his own skill at not making up distances as fine as a tent of a millimeter and thus invalidating his entire metric system set up that would be to follow.
Just winging it for now was his plan then, Humanity also didn´t start with a central standardized measuring system, every city had there own definition of foot, elle, inch, ang or what ever measurement size.
The plan Karl-Heinz had in mind for the t benchers was 6 months of filing, at least guessed 6 months he had no time limits and would let them file and saw and what not until they got the results good enough, then he would slap them onto the laid and mil and what ever other mostly mechanical metal working machines he managed to cook up by then.
The end goal being a mock and rather raw version of a journeyman degree in metal working for the successful wifes at the end of there torture tour, Karl was already fearing to make the final test to hard, to easy, to long taking in time and many other negative things, but that was a minor “in the future” fear that he could ignore for now.
He still had very little clue how the Mana or Axiom in the air every where was working or making laser rifles a viable mass produced weapon, but he managed to understand the rifles enough to be able to replicate them. The quality was not better when you measure the flashlight pew that exited the business end of the rifle, but the insides were no longer duck tape and third world wage slave labor quality.
Karl also managed to set up a production line that would cut and press a string of steel, which he could mass craft into storage, into rail-gun bullets. This thing got demanded from Tris many times after she training shot thru her ammunition supplies 3 times and was demanding more to better “understand” her gun.
After Tris got a way to make more bullets, she too sat down and was even eager to learn how the machine worked. Soon she was walking around covered in more ammo belts with Ammunition boxes on them than her actual plate armor could have given her in protection. As a small detail, the ammunition was feed in belt form into the Gatling with a metal clip type of belt as Karl didn´t dare defile his precision work with something as unpercice as leather or cloth.
Of course more than one big fast shooting gun were requested of him and placed at the entrance of the bunker as defensive emplacements and manned by the guards at all times.
To everyone's annoyance the entrance did need to be widened and opened up to allow the flow of trade goods in any more capacity than what a two woman team could carry down a long flight of stairs. No one was surprised when the entrance into the bunker got a simple pulley moved sideways elevator next to the flight of stairs which ended on the lower end in a wide wast half circle room, being guarded by an array of murder holes.
Sarsa implemented a way to minimize the risk of unwanted immigrants or “accidents” to occur at the moment when goods were exchanged. The ones up above simply were tasked with loading the elevator platform themselves and not come down were the bunker wifes unloaded and reloaded the goods that were traded back.
Re-negotiations happened at gun point in the half circle room in front of the bunker door, the first door as murder holes are bad at being air tight, but they were less tense as the first talks and a bit less heavy in pheromones in the air and guns being aimed. Trust could slowly be build.
The good times got better when the bandages on Karl-Heinz wound revealed on a renewal change, that his scar tissue was growing in nicely and he would no longer be at risk of bleeding with a wrong bump, his arm was still not very useful. He could move and use the hand and the wrist but moving the arm as a whole was very limited and severely weakened. Lifting the arm away from the torso was completely impossible now.
Still the news was good enough that his milking sessions got rougher, much to the delight of the more sporty wifes and for Karl´s slowly shrinking muscles.
In fact the sessions got so intense that one day during a morning session he got someone trying to double dip on his manliness. After the crotch Goblin Gohb had left the room, but before Karl had managed to get himself dressed, someone invisible started to lick his neck and rub a gentle hand over his half hard penis.
Not knowing what to do, Karl-Heinz froze in indecision. This odd behavior got picked up by the ever present guard. Laka was on Karl´s left side in no time and asked. “Something wrong? Strained your arm again ?” Concerned looking him over.
The invisible person didn´t care about Laka, she was focused on her goal and started to get her soon to be stud hard again, trying to stroke him hard again.
Now Laka was able to see something moving on Karl, that shouldn´t move that way on its own and Karl managed to unfreeze his thoughts and answer. “Something just licked me and is on my dick.”
This let all the alarm bells ring in Laka´s head as she yelled “INTRUDER!” whilst swinging a clawed slash at in front of Karl-Heinz groin.
With the help of outside force, Karl fell backwards on his ass and Laka hit empty air. He grunted from the rough impact of is butt and back on the stone floor. A deep moan could be heard from on top of Karl.
The high the intruder traded for a quick evasion is spent and the second swipe in front of Karl´s groin lands a solid hit, making Karl groan in pain and discomfort as claw scratches appear on his skin. At the same time a thud of flesh hitting stone can be heard next to him on the floor.
The Intruder seems to have a shift in her goals as hurried claw on too smooth floor running motion noises can be heard in the direction of the door. To bad for her is that the door swings open and is blocked by Tris near the ceiling and the half dressed fuck goblin near the floor.
The Gohb gets yanked out of the way like a supply crate in an on foot action movie chase scene, but the scene doesn´t get to develop further than that, as Tris fists the floor so hard that the air starts to groan in pain.
Before lifting her fist back up Laka dog piles the intruder and soon miss invisible is pinned under a growing number of angry and defensive wifes. The next step after that she is shackled in a block of stone with wheels and carted off to the prison cells.
As the situation this time can wait a bit until it is resolved, Karl-Heinz has the chance to clean up, get dressed, with more help than he wants and get a quick drink and bite in on the way to the prison. Only to see that Sarsa already is all over a dirt and paint smeared, now visible Lizard women in a block of stone.
“Fuck I missed the tail” Karl self cursed as he saw the unbound appendage laying on the floor also smeared with stuff to be visible.
“And why are you down here?” Sarsa continues to grill. Her voice is rather pissed and it seems she hasn´t gotten any calming answers yet.
“Only gona say that if you give me alone time with the man!” The lizard lady stares back, only to shift in demeanor and mimics as she hears Karl´s curse. “My gentle man is here !” and then she giggles a bit to perfect for Karl to alert all his social alarm bells.
Knowing that he is still the opposite of a social savant, Karl walks into view, but out of reach of the tail, and sits down next to Sarsa on a casually “crafted” stone chair. He holds his expression neutral, well even more neutral than his usual but lately slipping poker face. Not knowing how to do any of this interrogation stuff, Karl just stays silent and lets the professionals handle this.
“Now he is here, will you answer now or do we need to start getting creative?” Sarsa asks glaring at the intruder.
“Now I will tell you everything once you let me into the marriage.” comes the quick counter with an accompanying grin, shortly followed by a pained grunted “uff” as Tris bunches the air hard enough again.
Whilst the resident muscle cleans her fist fur of the assorted dirt now smeared into the fluff and Laka stares with the protective hatred of a laser rifle, Sarsa counter offers the spy “A spy would be useful yes, but how would we know that we can trust you and who should trust someone as highly valued and treated as you that has betrayed their lord, boss, master before ?”
“Well as token to build some trust, there are 3 more Cloaken down here that I know off.” The Lizard grins back.