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Chapter 33: intruder Alert / More Wives
Sarsa’s expression doesn´t change at the revelation of more spies, she just stares at Vaskra, nods, and waits for the whipped into shape officer no longer wanna be, but instead now soon to be, start yelling orders into the hallways. Tris and Laka push Karl-Heinz closer to Sarsa and start flanking them, then the two brawlers throw dirt around the room to check if any more invisible surprises await them. The other wives join in the dirt and dust throwing, but are more chaotic and much less coordinated. Still there is a lot of dirt on the floor and in the room from the original de-cloaking work.
Vaskra for her part manages to organize a complete sealing of the bunker, which was already in sort of effect anyway as a standard safety measure, but now that paranoia is paying off! Then she orders a systematic check down the corridors and going room by room covering everything in dust and dirt to try and find the other intruders faster. Lucky for them Karl already crafted buckets full of very fine stone dust that stays in the air, and lumped up, fly's long distances.
The prison is soon declared clear and background coughing can be heard from the heavy dust attacks on many lungs.
Remembering stories from the past, Karl yells out into the bunker “CHECK THE CEILINGS TOO!” and ads to Sarsa in a more normal volume “People don´t often look up so it is a good place to hide.”
Tris then goes to block the entrance into the prison with her body whilst Laka takes a more relaxed stand.
Sarsa then continues the interrogation not yet turned hiring interview. “So, you freely rat out your comrades at a chance to gain access to his dick, but what else do you have to offer up to us?”
“Oh plenty, my services as a loyal worker for the good of the bunker, my body for our man, I am even willing to join in on the t-benches if it will get me in. I also can babble on about all the secrets I know about from before I got down here.” The spy said very smugly.
“Fuck!” Karl then interjected as he realized but unable to elaborate as a half dozen “Gladly”, “Yes please”, “Immediately!” came from the Spy and out of the Bunker dust team. Just ignoring and going forward with his actual point “I need to set up some kind of money! Communism never works in large groups. But I got just the thing!” Then he is zoned out again, crouching on the ground and crafting around with his skill and stone from the floor.
Ignoring Karl-Heinz newest errant thought process, but acknowledging her concerns with a worried quick look down at him, Sarsa carries on this now slowly turning negotiations “So what deal do you have in mind and how will you ensure that you are trustworthy in your words? What will stop us from just calling you a liar and then killing you and letting you disappear that your superiors then may believe you ran with no risk to our own safety?”
“Oh, that is simple, I already gave you provable information about the other spies in the bunker.” The Cloaken even giggled a bit as hateful screams could be heard, followed by some quick fighting noises. “Also, your Cannidor is a good brawler and a worryingly strong foe for anyone trying to attack this bunker home, but I am very useful too with my species skill and the sheer rarity of my species on this front line.” Her grin was now almost matching that of Tris when the land shark had a good moment.
“Because, you haven’t heard of many dead officers, despite the fact that I exist and could just walk up and kill them with no one the wiser.” The wall fixtured Spy finished with a light moan as her tail rubbed against her breasts a bit, she still was very horny.
Sarsa´s eyes narrow to slits as she moves closer and stares at the lizard. “I don´t trust you, I can´t just trust you, so you will build trust by risking yourself for us, to prove your commitment.”
Just then before Sarsa could elaborate further another dirt covered lizard woman gets dragged into the prison and thrown into a corner for Karl to quickly trap craft into a private small cell. The newest bimbo on display, once released immediately starts to beg “Please, no! Let me free, they will pay you for letting me free. They will pay you anything you want, why did you rat us out traitor! I didn´t do anything, you never will see me again. ...”
The pleas didn´t go much further as an annoyed Karl, trust her up with a form fitting stone mouth gag, freezing all movement of her jaw in place in a half pleaded speaking state. He left her nose some holes to breathe thru. The block itself was heavy though and she soon laid her form fitting, to big, stone gag down on the floor, instead resorting to crying.
Karl-Heinz just didn´t want to deal with the sight of a crying actual not npc character person, most likely doomed to die. So, he did the most sensible thing he could think of and turned his back to her. The occasional scraping and scratching noises from stone on stone and claws on stone, made ignoring a problem too hard for Karl still, so he did the next escalation of avoidance. Trying to whisper to Sarsa´s ear-hole he said “Please don´t kill them, I need to get out of this misery here” and then he left with Laka in toe.
To try and lift Karl´s mood a bit, Sarsa said to the spy whilst he is still in the room and listening range. “You are in luck! I first wanted you to kill the other spies to prove your conviction, but my Husband has pleaded for mercy. So instead, I think we will let you live with us for a bit and see how things go. Well, with you visible at all times, of course.”
This made Karl a bit happier, but he could hear a scuffled battle in the dungeon as another spy got spotted and seems to be resisting arrest longer than the first one. Walking over to the seemingly cleared mess-room, He sat down at a table and tried to continue working on his money idea, or rather money design.
The plan was to make stone coins or rather tokens, that would fit perfectly into a slotting box and when they had enough coins to fill the box, he would fuck them. He hoped that would slow down the sex rush by a lot. It felt nice to be wanted, but at the same time he felt like trash as he just believed that they would all drop him at the first chance at a better man showing up, no matter how realistic or possible that was to happen.
He had the box done and was ruminating over the two pictures to show on the sides of the coin, as out of thin air the last spy grabbed and pulled Karl up as a VIP meat shield, arm under his shoulder and stolen kitchen knife on his throat and everything.
This lizard spy seemed to be the smartest, or at least second smartest, of the whole bunch as she dragged Karl into a corner of the room where she could no longer be flanked and have everyone in her view. Laka had tried to flank her, but due to the search parties clearing the bunker she was alone with Karl-Heinz and the spy.
Karl tried to craft his way out of this one, but before the ground even encased the feet of his attacker, he had a fresh bleeding bite mark on his neck, shocking him out of the concentration needed to pull off his skill and having the dirt crumble into useless chunks.
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The sight of Karl´s blood made Laka very angry, but lucky for all of them, she managed to keep her cool and not endanger Karl-Heinz more. An attack would see the bunkers victory, but Karl is an asset they just couldn´t risk losing.
Before the spy could make any demands, the room was flooded by the other wives, all armed, and all angered by the capture, and all seeming out for blood.
“Now you will all let me go and no one will get hurt. I walk down the hallway, you open the door and let me out. The moment one of you makes a wrong move, you will have less of a man to care about!” Her words hit hard with her bloody maw and the neck-wound gently trickling more blood.
Laka took charge of this front. “Counter offer, you let go of your husband and we don´t kill you. You are cornered and when you step into the Hallway, outflanked from all sides. We got all your friends captured and your trump of being invisible has vanished.”
As the two did their standoff, Karl-Heinz didn´t like being useless, so he tried to craft again, which got him claw marks on his shoulder from her choking arm hand. This also had the negative effect that Laka would be red as a tomato with rage if she were fur less, some of the wives sure did manage it though.
Not wanting to give up on living just yet, whatever that may mean considering Karl´s depression, he played sack of potatoes. He stopped standing and just let himself hang limply in his assailant’s arm.
Struggling with the weight of an out of shape big heavy human, the spy grunted from the effort, sagging herself a bit into a lower stance to try and stay standing. “You fucking retarded, dick! Stop playing games and be an obedient hostage you useless sack of meat. You tittles waist of. . .”
But her curses got interrupted by a sudden case of “laser to the head”. A deadly sudden condition one can acquire well to quickly, when not paying attention to one’s hostile armed negotiation opposition.
Goth girl was this time the lucky wife to claim praise for this risky 5m long distance precision iron sight shot.
Karl for his part was a bit slow in shifting gears, laying in an uncomfortable pile on the ground, half entangled, with his now partially headless assailant and a few claws in his shoulder. He managed to realize that he was in fact saved and could start the freeing process, when the mixed head fluids still remaining in the ventilated skull started to ooze down on him and soaking thru his clothes.
By that point however, Laka had the Cloaken already half removed from him and the other wives were looking him over for more damages.
Before he could input much efforts of any worth, Karl was again on a table, his chest stripped bare and his shoulder and neck wounds being tented too by the Kohb head nurse and her army of stoic professional assistants.
Turns out that one can quench the thirst in these women with regular sessions of their special drink from their favorite hose.
Either way Karl gets a lot of bandages, creams and emotional support talks from his wives and Tris gets angry glares for her emotional support jabs and friendly insults.
But before he can be carted off to bed for emotional support cuddles and more emotional gentle rides; turns out you can only quench so many at a time and keeping them quenched is a full-time job; he gets first carried and after a strong struggle and protest rolled in a freshly crafted wheel chair, one must take the small victories he can get, to the prison.
Waiting there were a grinning Spy wall fixture, a cried out but still despairing nose breather spy, a bondage fetish tied up, gagged and also despairing spy, and Sarsa with a few helpers and guns. Sarsa then starts “Good to see you are being taken care of well husband, I hope that wasn´t too bad for you as a hostage.” She laid one of her hands on his left less bandaged shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I hope you won´t mind a few questions before you can go rest from this ordeal.”
That earned a very approving nod from Laka, who currently looked like a scared cat with her fur standing on end, and visibly looking twice her normal volume where her clothes don´t hold the hair flat. It takes a while for the shock and anger to leave everyone's system.
“Now what our lovely Sarsa here wanted to ask you is if I can join the Harem and be a good breed lizard spy from the looks department, I sure charmed our Nagasha first wife good enough with my actions and words already.” The grin the dirt covered lizard put on this time actually matched one of Tris´s grins, an impressive feat with that smaller maw to pull off from the normal sized lizard lady compared to the 1.5 times sized land shark fluff tank.
Sarsa looked a bit annoyed at that interruption, but didn´t comment and just continued. “You also get to input if you want to do something with the two other spies. We can´t trust them, but as you wished, we don´t have to kill them. These two haven´t done anything to harmful yet.”
A small gap of speech appeared then, too small for Karl to start answering, big enough for gentle strong hands preventing him to try and stand up, to push him back into his wheel chair. Long enough of a gap for Vaskra to return and report “The Bunker is clear on the inside; we checked every corner and even the ceiling. We got dust ready for when we open the doors to the outside again to then check the entrance hall and defenses.”
Sarsa nodded her approval to Vaskra for that, then a long enough pause came for Karl to feel able to answer the previous question. “Eh, how about we make them live here with us with restraints and see how they behave, and if they fuck up, we could still trade them back, they are valuable to the ones above, so they would trade a lot for their invisible spies back.”
Sarsa groaned at that. “Yes, we can do that, it will be some effort in keeping them watched and our critical points secured. Karl-Heinz you will need to craft some chains and piercings for them. They will wear clothes which are visible, but if they drop the clothes and manage to open their shackles, the piercings we will give them will not be removable without a mark left to see them. They are invisible on the outside, but the flesh and blood is not.”
The wall fixture looked worried at Sarsa as she asked “I hope you don´t add me to the piercings list, it would be much harder to do my part of the deal if you do.”
“No don´t worry, you earned enough trust for that for now,” The Nagasha waved off, and then looking at Karl, she added. “Please free her and clean her too. Maybe she can then introduce herself properly to everyone here.”
Planning ahead a little bit, Vaskra had one of the wives run off and get some clothes for the newest potential sister wife.
Karl for his part, again did as he was asked, he freed the Cloaken, cleaned her with his cheat skill; slightly wondering where the dirt went away to when he used that skill but not pondering to deeply; and then with the available clothes crafted her a rather form fitting set of jeans, shirt, and cloak with hood.
The color scheme of these clothes were a war crime against any fashion sense as he just randomly sourced the base material for this covering abomination.
The Cloaken did stay visible as she got cleaned and she was looking good. Full row of white and healthy teeth, trying but not quite reaching Tris grinning levels, piercing bright yellow eyes with vertical eye-slits. No hair anywhere on her body but a smooth head of a water monitor lizard. Her scales were more of a dark green to gray nature camouflage pattern with rings of white rings around her neck, upper and lower arms, and legs and a few more rings of rings around her belly and down her 1,5m long tail.
Her body was smooth, thin and long, making her more of a fast and far-reaching creature than a powerhouse of muscle. She did as any sentient creature Karl-Heinz has so far seen, have breasts, yet she seems to be a cup size bigger than the rest of his harem, with H cup breasts instead of the so far standard of G cup. Her butt was a bit bigger too, but that is harder to quantify when a tail is sticking out of it, and some of his wives have different tail situations disturbing that scaling attempt.
Her hands and feet fit into the same system as everyone else with 5 fingers, even though they got nice big claws, and feet that could fit into shoes, but would need some declawing or claw space first.
She was eager to get some love, so after her clothes finished forming, she walked up to Karl and pressed a deep long kiss onto his lips, slow enough to not get punched into the ground again by an over protective wife, yet fast enough to speed past verbal complaints.
Karl did get a bit bothered by the long lizard tongue rubbing over all his teeth, slightly bulging his cheeks.
She was fast enough to get in, sadly for her, lost in lust, she wasn´t fast enough to extract and got yanked away from Karl by a strong hand around her neck, lifting her off the ground, and making her look a bit sheepish. The grin on her face persisted still.