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Chapter 34 : More Wives / Return to Normalcy

“Hi my name is Scavera, I ...” Before the newest wife could really get going Laka blocked her flow by interposing the new rules for her. “You will not fuck him right now; he had been drained completely not an hour ago. You will follow Sarsa´s and Vaskra´s commands for we have a harsh place to survive in that needs cooperation to the fullest. You will protect the bunker and Karl-Heinz with your life to the best of your abilities, for this is not the first invasion we uprooted and repelled!”

Towards the end Laka´s nose was almost touching the Cloaken snout as the big Lopen was creeping ever closer and growling deeper the further on she spoke. She then added “He is my Charge and I will protect him from any danger, even himself, to assure this happy little Harem persists.”

Backing off of the less grinning Cloaken, Laka goes down to all fours and walks over to a still pinned into his wheel chair bandaged Karl. She tries to wheel him away but gets stopped by gestures from Sarsa. So instead, she sat down like a Dog would next to the Husband and started to low growl in the direction of all the lizard spies.

Not having any idea of what to do next, Karl gets to stay passive want to be wall flower, by continuing to “enjoy” the spotlight of all female creatures that aren´t busy with life and death critical tasks and having the dance of intrigues continue around him.

Scavera does the honors and starts a new with her introductions. “As said, I am Scavera, I am glad that I am able to marry you in the hopefully near future. My skills are mostly espionage related and a bit of thievery and self-preservation in tight spots. You can sleep assured that my skills also aid in counter intelligence operations, but I do have to work a bit on my more carnal self-control.” Giving a little pause with a charming feminine chuckle at the self-joke she continues. “But as Sarsa can attest, I am a quick thinker and have now chosen the best faction to be loyal too. I do hope that I can aid in the good future of this endeavor here.”

Hearing this Karl-Heinz just had to share his wisdom. “Rules for rulers dictate that you just saw a better leader or operation to follow and thus jumped ship for your own most benefit.” Which made many of the faces present sour rather strongly.

Trying to salvage this blunder Sarsa commented. “This is more than enough reason to trust her for now. We have need for her and also can use the mostly trustworthy extra hands rather than implanted spies and possible saboteurs of volunteer women that would join now over a trade deal.”

The faces betrayed that Sarsa wasn´t as effective as she would have liked to be, the not trusted spies were very uncertain about their faith and most others seemed grumpy about the easy in Scavera got after she molested the Husband. But Sarsa authority still persisted and everyone got shooed back to their duties.

Laka again tried to wheel Karl away, but again got denied. “We still need some things crafted from him, namely the piercings to keep the liabilities in check. Also, they will need some clothes.” Sarsa elaborated after the second denial.

Karl-Heinz never even stepped a foot into a piercing shop, let alone seen someone display their earrings, so he winged this crafting session as hard as he could and crafted a set of hand tools once the metals arrived in the prison.

The tools were a few pincers and tongs to clamp skin and then pierce it with a thin stabbing implement. No one interrupted him, no one believed that they knew more than him in this topic. This stopped right up to when the current Jailer, the goth shadow Erumenta, tried to set the first piercing on the shoulder of the stone gagged one and Karl called out “Don´t you need to disinfect that first with alcohol?”

“No? Why would we need to disinfect that? And why would we poison her with alcohol to give her a piercing?” Laka asked from next to Karl.

Not having the best spine, Karl back steps with “Weeeellllll that was what I heard how it is usually done but I am most likely wrong.” He looked away in a safe direction, downwards and onto where he was not very busy but dragging his feet to craft the piercings to insert into the new holes.

He was just making slightly bend pieces of thick wire to be then re-crafted into rings once the tongs are removed. But he found an excuse to be a bit slower still as he tried his cheat skill at art and shooting for the stars tried to make highly complex figures and sculpts of dragons, jet fighters, fancy anime swords and naked women.

The attempts of screams were muffled and ignored from Karl as his Harem got to work installing the safety measures. He only looked after most of the Holes were made and filled with metal bits.

Then he had two too fast thoughts that he would regret for a while afterwards. “What about nose ring and nipple piercings?” He asked as he looked at the not clustered but spread-out metal on arms, legs, tail and head of the Lizards, who were invisible in shame, yet visible from dirt and dust.

“Oooooh that is a nice idea, but the tongs don´t work that well on nips and the hole puncher needle doesn´t go to well into the nose. They should stay pretty after all yes?” Said the goth Erumenta.

“Eh yes, no need to make them ugly.” Karl answered, tried to stand up to get a closer look and got denied again. He did get wheeled in closer were he quickly closed the rings up and hung some of his figures on the some of the rings.

What followed afterwards was a trial-and-error testing session on dirt nose replicas of Lizard heads, to give the Tools for the job juuuuust the right curving and thickness. Same happened for the nipple clamps.

The whole ordeal was viewed by few, as Vaskra and Sarsa had other things to do, Tris was morbidly curious, Laka was in over protective mode again, and the rest were either prisoners or guards who had to be there. No pain numbing was had as these were criminals who were a questionable investment of resources at the best and a downright liability at the worst.

Scavera had wandered off too, she did want to molest Karl some more, but she did have her own obligations to fulfill, to earn the right of sex.

Karl was trying to distract himself, he did watch the piercing process, but after a few holes being made and filled he had lost interest and restarted his work on making money. First, he thought 1 coin for 1 fuck and immediately had dismissed that idea during the interrogation negotiation. Then he thought 10 coins per fuck and thought that they would all hoard the coins as much as possible, given how often and how insistent they try to woo him.

His mental tipping point now reached 100 coins, but he wasn´t trying to implement just gold coins where only huge value trade would happen with. So, he ended up with 1000 coins for 1 free fuck ticket. And he made a fancy chest out of stone to stack the coins neatly into to prove one has 1000 coins collected.

No need to give everyone a chest, he just made 3 chests and let them sit in the corner of the prison without explaining a thing. Then he speedily crafted 10.000 coins, or rather crafted several stacks of the disks and then re-crafted them into individual coins by separating them.

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Now he felt really dumb as he was sitting in a chair that was slightly burrowed in a pile of coins that have a dick on the face side and a fallout themed bunker door on the other side.

Then Laka picked one up and asked. “What are these coins for?”

Karl was blushing a bit in shame and the other bit in embarrassment as he answered. “Money, one thousand coins is a fuck me ticket. So, you all can trade your sex with me to get a market going and not Sarsa always yelling you to do stuff, but trading sex getting everyone to do stuff. I even made chests where you can stack the coins into to see if you have enough.”

This got Laka into the project as beta tester. Like so many beings, it allured her too to just perfectly slot something into a place where it just fits.

Whilst Laka was slotting coins into form fitting slots in a fancy looking chest, the piercing process finished, the gags helped a lot in keeping both moderately quiet in their pain. Still Karl was needed for the final touch. The gags were removed and directly reapplied when they tried to beg and yammer in a rather unpleasant way. Unpleasant defined by Karl twitching and looking hurt.

So, a different tactic was used. Karl closed the rings and then got wheeled away back to his room for his resting and healing time out. The prisoners then could be heard yammering in the background until Karl´s chair turned the second corner.

His trip back was a bit slow, the hallways weren´t cleaned just yet and the chair got a bit bogged down in speed from the dust on the wheels and under feet. Karl tried to go and craft more brooms, but was denied and placed in bed with Laka pinning him down again.

Except this time, he wasn´t buried in fur and secondary sexual organs, but just pinned by a happy dog on his lap, legs and sprawling a bit onto his chest and torso, looking worried cute up at his face. This meant he had is hands free, until one considers that the one arm is crippled and of minimal use and the other is partially immobilized by bandages.

Before he could spiral into another boredom emotional breakdown of lacking distractions, Laka did chat with him a bit as it was morning and neither of them was even remotely tired yet. Sarsa stormed the room with a hand full of coins in her hands and a gaggle of helpers caring the rest of the chests and coins.

Starting to praise Karl-Heinz, Sarsa started. “Marvelous idea Husband. We were using old food ration tickets as currency until now, but with no were to actually use them and the limited durability of these paper snippets, metal and other items were starting to make the rounds. Which made a few wives rather pissed when their possessions got emergency requisitioned into whatever was the current panic suppression measure. These coins made of stone and not fake-able will be a wonderful money for us down here for now!”

Gently she patted him on the not injured shoulder smiling widely at him. “I am also just now coming to you, as we have no real treasury and a simple store room seems to untrust worthy to store the not yet earned money. Given this room is guarded most times anyway, guarding it the moments you aren´t here won´t be a big issue. Also, you are the least likely to steal coins that lead to you getting to trade in with yourself, sex with yourself.”

Being a bit overwhelmed at the moment, Karl just stared and waited for something that he could figure out how to react too.

Laka just joined in staring at Sarsa.

Everyone aside from the main Nagasha busied themselves by gently dropping the heavy treasure in the emptiest looking corner of the room. This had the effect of making Karl-Heinz fuck room look just a bit more like a dragon treasure hoard.

This gave Karl an idea that ended in him not communicating a word with anyone, just waving Sarsa closer.

She did lean in closer to hear what he might have to say a bit more silently, only to then be shocked as he crafted something onto her head, held in place by being form fitting against her scales.

“Tadaaaa, the princess of the dragon hoard, long may she grow.” Karl snickered whilst finishing up a bit more fanciness into the many holed, completely engraved, polished to perfection iron tiara. He had no other metal at hand so it was made of what little iron he managed to pull from somewhere in his room.

This had the full attention of Laka and most of the grunt caring crew and earned a few snickers of the onlookers. At least until the commanding officer scowl returned onto Sarsa´s face to bring her troops back in line. Laka didn´t feel bothered by that and continued to smile and giggle, helping Sarsa´s authority not one bit.

As scowling didn´t seem to have enough desired effect, she escalated to the new second escalation level by saying “Now that we got wages organized, I might just cut or duck them a bit for insubordination.” This had the desired effect and as such everyone shut up really fast and got back to work.

Sadly, this worked so well that it earned Sarsa a defeated look from Karl-Heinz, before she could do damage control he said. “Yeah, I get it, sorry for the joke, you rule with discipline, bad move to undermine it. Here let me try to fix that, I hope.”

The head adornment shifted and morphed into something else and melted and reshaped itself on the Nagasha´s snout and face, now depicting a dog skull face mask, again light in material mass and held in place by sticking to the scales. Adorned by engravings of Celtic looking Nordic themed runes. The highlight was a set of artistic fangs running parallel to her maws side lips.

Sarsa looked a bit unsure at Karl, trying to get him to clear up what he had done now with her look. But her face was partial hidden behind the mask and Karl was still socially inept, so after a minute of staring she sighed and voiced her question “Husband, how do I look now?”

To answer that he appropriated more metal from the room, this time stealing it from Sarsa´s clothing, to craft a mostly stone but metal steel gilded hand-held mirror. The mirror was then oddly handed to Sarsa as he was rather pinned down.

Sarsa looked at herself, looked questioning at Laka, who nodded approval, then handed the mirror back to Karl and left with the remark. “You should make a few more mirrors when you get the chance, hard enough down in the tunnels to keep one self pretty for our lovely husband without one.”

As Sarsa left, another woman entered. The discount dragon lady Kohb nurse stepped in, bowed before Laka, who was blocking Karl´s view completely, and then moved over to the coins and started counting out stacks of coins.

Karl not seeing a thing, but hearing the motions on the ground and being bored again, asked. “What is who doing there?” Whilst looking at Laka.

“Oh, it is just Doc, she seems to be in charge of counting out the wages, yes?” Looking and first answering Karl-Heinz, Laka then shifts her gaze to the Kohb and get her assumption confirmed.

“Yes! I am no good at fighting at all the tall wives’ levels and I have been sitting in the back-row long enough to be seen as most trustworthy in counting coin, also we do I think agree that Tris would be a bad fit and the other women are still various levels of untrust worthy or overworked with other duties.” The cute woman replies’ without looking away from her work.

“Do you need a table and a seat?” Karl offered, still not seeing much past Laka´s fluffy body.

“Oh yes that would be very helpful!” came the cheery response, she seems to have gotten over the latest shock of the bunker intruders faster than most.

“Please let me get a look Laka, I won´t leave the bed and it is getting rather hot under you.” Karl then asked.

Laka obliged him, walked over to the door and yelled for the room service.

In the meantime, Karl-Heinz comes close to leaving the bed, but a side eye from Laka stops his attempted escape. He then Crafts the coins onto a big stone table with a few chairs for various usages of differently height butts. All out of stone. He also adds a counting construct where you can stack the coins ten high in and pull them out the side, to have nice perfect stacks.

Then Karl gets lost in his work again with stone on the ground, that gets crafted, re crafted and play tested to form a better, bolder coin stacking apparatus.

Laka nods to that content that her charge is happy and busy and only minimally moving to not strain his wounds or over-stress himself after the shocking kidnapping. Her gaze shifts to the Kohb stacking coins and she asks. “How are the pay gonna look like?”

Doc stops and answers. “Oh, Sarsa planed a weekly pay and that everyone gets 100 coins and more or less depending on their work ethic, achievements or mistakes.”

“And how much do I get or Sarsa? Let me guess Tris got other plans of payment in mind.” Laka continued.

Resuming her work and multitasking also talking, Doc answers again. “Well, Sarsa also only wanted 100-coin pay to “lead by example” she said. But she told me to give you 200 coins, thinking you most likely will spend it for Hubby instead of riding him ragged.” Then she sighs long and her shoulders slump as she confirms Laka´s assumptions. “Yes, Tris wants a different pay bonus for being special soldier. She wants “Husband time” as she called it, to further fulfill her needs she said and then defend her words by denying all sex in that time but to get him to do more guns for her.”

Both sighed at that, only to get surprised as a big block of stone crafts itself onto the table and Karl declaring. “Behold! The coin counter 1! I gotta start small with the numbers or the become too big to fast!”