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Chapter 35: Return to Normalcy / Change of tides
The days went by again in a good mostly boring way. Being pinned under changing female bodies sounds great at first, but gets dull fast after the orgy is over and one wants to do stuff again and stretch one’s legs. But after a few days and a not bribed approval of Doc, Karl was walking about again.
The Wheel chair got dismantled very fast as he didn´t want to be protected from the chance of falling whilst walking in a literal bunker filled with mostly religiously loyal zealots for warrior wives.
Well mostly more soldier wives, the only one really enjoying battles was Tris, the others were just very eager to protect their way of life.
The resources continued to flow in the trade, Karl was able to do most of the required trade work even without the allowance to move his good arm. His magic skill was just so very cheaty and the work helped him train it better and better. But Karl cursed often internally that he didn´t manage to magic up a computer of any shape yet, as pc games were a passion if not addiction he still sorely missed.
Karl did lose weight; his belly was starting to vanish from the meals he missed over the weeks out of different reasons. So, his hunger for junk food and sodas only grew stronger.
The special wines he had been gifted and somehow still got gifted, only slowly got consumed, to him they tasted like very slightly alcoholic but extremely high-quality fruit juices. Karl-Heinz attributed that to alien culture being weird and just rolled with it. He kept and displayed all the fancy bottles thou, finding them to finely crafted and decorated to dispose or reuse them yet.
The T Benchers were still on their grind, he had gotten Vaskra to make sure of that and his eyes still worked so he was able to, with help, judge if the surface was filed plane or had a bump and if than angle really was 90 degrees or not.
To break up the filing monotony, some of them got tasked with doing easy repairs or playing hands for Karl to up his productivity.
Seeing as the trading stayed normal and no diplomatic meetings were requested from outside, Sarsa concluded that they just will deny the Cloaken were send by them and just would accept there loses. Anti Cloaken methods were also implemented into an airlock like entry part of the bunker. It was just buckets of less cough aggravating dust that would be spilled and fill the entire room with every trade load to enter the bunker.
The testers of how bad the dust was to your eyes, nose and lungs were the now “loyal” new members of the bunker. They most days decided to stay as invisible as they could get, meaning floating piercings and clothes could be seen wandering the hallways. They got the shit jobs of emptying the latrines, cleaning the hallways and also part time working at the T Bench.
Scavera supposedly did very good work, at least to what Karl got told. He didn´t see her or her floating clothes often as she was still only mostly trusted instead of “allowed into his bed” trusted as the others are.
With the introduction of money that somehow worked, new struggles showed up to fill the void of the old struggles left behind. Now the women were not demotivated but over motivated to a point that accusations of thievery flew around. Accusations that neither Sarsa nor Vaskra had the time to investigate and instead let Laka handle.
Laka for her part was the least burdened wife of the inner circle, at least when one went after the number of jobs listed on a list instead of the more useful definition of number of hours spend doing the job. So, the Lopen lowered herself and “saved” the day by recruiting the worst of the T benchers into a military police group.
Maybe just a normal peace keeper mediator group, the lines of the wives being a full military group was starting to blur even if they were all eager to keep up fitness standards and other training drills to keep fighting fit. Karl had been tasked with providing the rooms and equipment for the training upkeep and had the materials to make a full gym, shooting range and even a round running track.
Laka´s force for everyone´s benefit found no actual thievery happening, it seemed more that political backstabbing was starting to emerge.
The two Cloaken were excluded from any of that drama, they were tasked with filing away at the T bench and they did so with enough speed to not get called lazy. Still, they were emotionally down and not very internally motivated, a look from the other wives made them move plenty, but that is only external motivation.
Karl did pity them, so he tried to motivate them the only way he could think to motivate them without overthrowing Sarsa´s plans. He tried to motivate them the German way, and made it a very very bad joke. He installed a “Work free´s you” sign on the wall behind their work benches.
Then he went to them and promised. “If you get good results I will reward you for it, I don´t quite know how to reward you two yet, but I will try to find a way to do so. Also, good workers get better pay, so maybe you two too can earn enough coin to have some fun.” Not realizing he was insinuating sex, but in Karl´s mind was hoping they could enjoy fancy food or crafting requests made by him.
Realizing that no one knew he would also change the coins for crafting tasks. He set up a price list in the mess hall wall, leaving the now more motivated grinning Cloaken behind. The price list was short and to the point, like Karl-Heinz remembered them from food stalls.
Sex - 1000 coins
Crafted special object Simple - 100 coins
Crafted special object Complex - 300 coins
Crafted special object Special - 500 coins
Fancy Wine bottle - 200 coins
And so, he left it at that. The money was his to generate as he pleased anyway so he didn´t have to make the prices too big. He was open for constructive criticism, which no one realized and so non came.
Before Karl could disappear from consequences of his actions, consequences found their way to him. The first wages were paid out already so some people wear eager to turn that little money into luxuries. The food supplies were still handled like in a true communistic commune and weren´t dependent on the ability to have money.
The gaggle of wives suddenly had demands in form of crafted objects. Objects they all believed to fall into the “simple” category and thus be affordable.
Before Karl had any chance to actually rationalize how complex or what the requests were, Laka did her duty and blocked the inquiries down and made them slow the requesting to a manageable speed.
The first one to request something was that Rabbis woman who was the first one to gift him a bottle of local wine. The wine was most certainly not local harvested and brewed at the war front lines, but when one gets kidnapped and dumped across a not only planet but entirely different solar system, the definition of local grew in size of location. The cliche casino bunny girl also had lost one of her arms and was aided by a sort of pose-able construct arm with which she could hold or carry or assist her remaining arms with.
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She requested a string instrument to play. Which Karl would gladly craft for her and most likely make her complain about acoustics over and over were Karl-Heinz never even had tried to play with in his life. So, a lot of reworking would most likely happen.
Asking about details Karl said. “And out of what should I make the strings? I don´t think we have leather or plastic or even the right kind of plastic or does steel work?”
The Rabbis answered. “Let’s try steel otherwise I will have to request strings over trade thru Sarsa.”
Goth Erumenta then bumped in. “Make a big shield for me! On that I can hid behind against a few shots in battle,”
“That one is easy, I think, you can test it and then be sure it works, once I made it.” Karl answered easy and confident in this question.
“I want some dildos shaped like you!” blurted in the third wife. Earning her a few confused looks, which prompted her to explain her reasoning with. “I am not inner circle and not that special. So, I gotta wait a long time between fucks, so you all too would want a little help to pass the time.”
All except Laka and Karl nodded in understanding to that statement. Karl just shrugs and Laka just not reacts at all. Laka instead keeps her eyes and ears pinned to the floating piercings walking past them.
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The crafting objectives even popped up in his vision as side quests, Karl suspected that that was an attempt at regaining his interest by being helpful, but it had not more success than the other daily quests he tries to grind thru. Oddly enough if he fails or ignores a type of objective he gets from the system, they will suggest such actions less and less to him, as if he can train a kind trainable program.
Still his opinions of being dumped on a war world didn´t help the system in gaining favors from the mess of a man.
The crafting still got done very fast, he had more than enough help in getting the dildo just the right shape made out of hard ish seeming wood. The big shield was also easy enough to create as he made it mostly a mirror to deflect the spicy light flung its way.
The music instrument was the real struggle, he had held drums and guitars in his hands, he even had a rough idea of how the insides of a piano might work. Yet he had never much used these instruments nor had ever thought about acoustics beyond what he learned in physics classes in school about waves.
So, the first guitar he produced made noises, but the strings all made the same noises and not very pleasing noises.
The second, third, fourth, fifth and eight iterations were also no good. The ninth test was a stress release as he made bag pipes for fun, the instrument was loud and horrible, but it got trust into the prison by Sarsa as creative torture method. Everyone was a bit nicer after the demonstration of the noises that abomination could make.
Several Karl dildos, small tool or hygiene helper instrument and a few days later, our Cock of the hen-house gained the skill to craft a passable guitar. The thickness of the cords now varied, they had screws to adjust their tension and it had even the extensions along the neck where one could press down on single strings to change their tone.
Drums were rather easy to make as the wives already had improvised some themselves out of empty crates and boxes, yet they were happy when Karl made them a sort of set like one could see in Rock concerts on stage with metal dishes and different drum sizes.
This made the bunker such a more lived in place for everyone, even if it was more a homey military base instead of an actual town.
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But war never changes, so they only thing constant is change. On day the front entrance room of the bunker got flooded by stuff being thrown and carried down and people stacking and packing themselves up as tight as they would fit and banging against the big steel bunker gates.
The rumbling of that commotion could be heard all the way to Karl´s room, shortly followed by the alarm and followed again by a runner asking. “Sarsa says we need to execute order nope” She was looking a bit unsure about the code word but still said it without question and ran off again to do whatever other task she needs to do next.
Before Karl-Heinz managed to get himself covered, meaning a caring bag that Laka has, with all the stuff he claims to need “just in case”, Tris shows up, narrows her gaze on her Lover and then yanks him away by the waist and carries him at a two-legged sprint to the bunker entrance. Laka following behind in a four-legged stance.
The airlock is open to the murder-hole area of the defenses, the front door into the bunker is closed and women are on the mechanism to hold it closed against any invisible fuckery. The please for sanctuary and help drone out any more ordered noises.
Sarsa is trying to get to know what is going on but gets no coherent or consistent answers or static talker to negotiate with.
As the big Nagasha herself is busy, Vaskra comes to Karl and fills him in on the first wives plan and wishes. “We don´t know why they rushed down here; we think they got or are about to be overrun. So, we ask you to close the entrance until this is cleared up again. Then ...” She got cut off by Laser fire starting to rain down the entrance and the desperate “refuges” giving back as much light as they are getting, screams and wails of anguish all included.
Karl-Heinz did the best method he knew to solve problems he had no answer for and closed up the entrance in a crafted shot solid stone ceiling. So now he could avoid at least a part of the problem, the outside war world.
Next was to avoid the inside problem, so he made the floor into too soft sand were many lost their footing at the unexpected ground change. Karl hadn´t planned what to do next exactly, simply thinking of restricting them in stone in some way, but it is good to have friends to help you out or as in this case a small private army over very well positioned and armed wives.
Sarsa knew to capitalize on a moment when she saw it and switch mental gears faster than anyone else. “Drop your guns, hands in the air, you are pinned and without a chance of winning!” She shouted to gain mental dominance of the room.
Most of the women surrendered, some were to confused, shocked or scared to properly react, but none were aiming the guns at the defensive emplaced guns of the bunker. So Sarsa repeated her command a bit softer but not with less volume of sound. “The entrance is closed, surrender now and you will live. Fight and you will be gunned down with nothing to show for it! You are secure down here for now.”
This managed to get some to fall down to the ground in hopes of avoiding potential crossfire. The rest all surrendered and Sarsa began to organize the new chaos awaiting her, “You all are now trapped down here with us, you want sanctuary. So, we will dictate the terms to you.”
The panicked faces only half relaxed, the grim faces turned defeated and the determined faces started a counter argument. “We will abide by your rules as long as they are reasonable!” a still standing soldier of the crowd spoke out.
“Yes, yes, you get your own rooms and meals as what you brought with you. You get water and toilets that you can keep clean yourself. You will hand over your guns and some of the stuff as payment for our husband to construct you your quarters. You can mingle with us after we are sure you don´t pose a threat.” Sarsa listed off.
Karl asked Laka then in a whisper voice. “Why isn´t she going full prison on them … no wait they are too many to handle and antagonize.” To which Laka just nodded.
In the crowd some ears twitch and a face or two turn a little brighter,
Sarsa then continues. “So, you will now orderly strip yourselves of all weapons in the corner over there were we can see it, then our husband will go and build your logging's, it won´t take too long. After that we will escort you to the place together with the stuff you can keep and we can return to the new normal of us doing our thing and you getting adjusted to your new quarters. All understood?”
Of course, someone had to get cocky and retorted “and what if we refuse?” which was followed by a grunted “uff” as her lungs got force compressed by the closest few fists and knees.
Sarsa not leaving such an opportunity wasted grinned wide and said, “In that case we either start gunning you down or just wall you up in here and ignore you in your own personal tomb, We can make other exits and collect what we want after you all perished of asphyxiation.”
This earned the rabble-rouser a few more punches as weapons started to almost fly into the corner under a shooting slit. Without even specifying other potential weapons, many tools that could be misused as weapons in a pinch were added to the pile as well.
Sarsa nodded to that as the last few objects were placed in the pile and everyone was shooed into the other corner of their almost tomb. “So, hubby, please do them the honors and make them some emergency quarters that they can go relax and settle in to their new bunker life.”
Karl nodded and with the aid of Vaskra, a bored Tris and Laka walked off to do just that and give them a new home.