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Chapter 42: Dead by discussion / End of day fun

As the day of party got to an end, they got cleared out of the rather moist air of the gym. To the big dismay of the ones who still had beds and possessions in that place, Sarsa had to get the sexually sated wives to retrieve most of the items, as she didn´t want to risk the hormone haze to get even thicker from the next group of women losing control.

Sarsa also had Karl-Heinz make more rooms for the new seemingly accepted wives to sleep in.

Karl even got begged and bothered a lot by requests of changes to the overall lay out of the bunker. A layout change that would turn the one long main Hallway design he had mostly going until now, into a more round layout with his room at the dead center and other important rooms near the middle. Thus, creating a layout with more wives being sleeping closer to their lovely husband.

In theory that would have been a lovely idea. In praxis Sarsa was still looming nearby and shot that idea down faster than tired Karl could give it much thought as she had other plans. “Yes, we will get to such improvements of the base once we manage some other issues first, let’s get you all a room and then let our husband relax, it has been a long day for him.”

Of course, this was misinterpreted by his current bunker bunny wife in front of him as “he could use some stress relive”, which then translated to her kneeling in front of him trying to undo his pants.

This of course lead to Sarsa using her strong tail to push the kneeling wife back into her freshly made room and closing the door before she managed to get back up again.

“Come hubby, let’s get you some food and then put you to bed before others try to sneak in some fun with you against your wishes.” Sarsa whispers into his ear as she re-positions herself in a shielding manner between him and the new rooms with most of the new girls lingering and disusing sleeping spots.

The new rooms were not the height of bunker luxury. They were simply more roomy than the cramped rooms they had beforehand, but still preferences and personal friendships existed that made pecking order and sleep spot discussions a need.

Karl-Heinz noticed these issues playing out and was very happy that he was not in charge of trying to solve them when punches got exchanged or weird duels happened. Instead, he and his current body guard first wife returned back to the mess hall.

The room was much less of a mess than Karl would have expected it to be, usually such places get coated in a thick layer of passed out drunks, trash, leftover food, spills of dubious drinks and liquids and with a side dash of the added party themed flare, be that food, glitter, decorations or maybe used crack pipes and cocaine dust.

But no, it was all clean and some were snoozing on the tables in respectful positions as a worst indicator of the party.

Yet there were no plastic cups or plates to trash, not any junk food he knew how to make that liked to spill, these women eat and drank very little compared to him and generally had already cleaned up after themselves even if they had a lot of fun.

As the women did care for him, food was cooked and ready to be served. He just went ahead and got himself a load of food, sat down and started eating. Women tried to approach and charm him, especially the new ones. But the inner circle made a perimeter around him with not too many souls being allowed to enter and be too overwhelming for Karl.

The big husband, for his part, didn´t answer much, as he was busy eating food. tired of the day and trying to find some more excuses. Excuses to maybe one day have an hour or what not of true alone time in front of a pc, playing games and drinking cola. That idea crumbled in his hands as a not yet adapted to his musk women showed him what would happen, as he could feel two hands on his pants from below the table trying to get some action going.

But this was the moment Karl-Heinz realized that there could be too much of a good thing. So, he stood up and took his half-finished plate of bland tasting food to a different table. Leaving behind sounds of disappointed wet masturbation.

Sarsa held a short briefing of the plans the bunker gang would try to achieve next. Apparently, he would get to make “I like trains” jokes and hoping to not feed blood to the tracks from accidents of his wives. The plan was to make a train and high tail it north, past the front-line war zone, underground and as deep into the back lands as their food stocks would allow them.

Then Scavera and her gang of, by then truly fucked and “convinced”, Cloaken would go out and scout before then either starting a village in the middle of nowhere or more likely create bunker trading hub number 2, this times with more factory and reinforced walls against mining attacks.

Steel reinforced concrete apparently was a thing on this planet, but that didn´t show up on the front lines as the battle line was just moving too fast to build proper defenses. Further inland apparently, they had proper pill box contingency defenses, that had minimum crew of people, who then would try to stop any attacking wave or front line if it ever got to it.

Eventually everyone but Karl-Heinz had zoned out as Sarsa had put in way too much effort in being informative and had disregarded standard maximum attention span and information learning capabilities.

The repeated calls for attention didn´t help, the repeated attempts to do stupid stuff whilst attending a lecture helped even less, the incessant attempts to score Karl´s attention, body contact, sneak fucks or kisses broke the lecture down completely. The evening meal devolved into a more relaxed version of a bar fight as half the women tried to give Karl-Heinz peace, whilst the other half wanted to sit to close and like a cat just sneak a sip of that white gold he had.

The whole event went on a little longer, but Karl was done eating and not interested in being a price dispenser of this competition, so Laka gave him a horsey Lopen ride out of the mess-hall and back to the fuck room.

Waiting in the room he then met his goth girl from way back when. She was still looking broody and moody from hair color and facial details, but was looking overall healthier than last, he seen and seemed happy and eager to be in the room.

She was armed with a laser rifle and had thick padded clothing on. Trying to look as professional as a cannon fodder minimum trained deserter soldier can look. Surprisingly she managed to hold her position rather well. Also, she relaxed first on command of Laka “At easy guard, you will spend a lot of time with husband when I need my break, so try not to tire yourself out to fast.”

She nodded as a reply but still held her standing slightly relaxed stance.

Laka sat down on the side of the bed.

Karl began to strip down his clothes and try to understand what was going on around him this time. “What is goth lady doing here? Did she develop a new fetish?”

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Interrupting Karl-Heinz line of questions, Laka burst out laughing and goth lady got very red in the face whilst also starting to cough hard on miss swallowed spit.

But His answers got delivered by Laka before he could ask more of them. “She is now trying to become your new guard so that you can be better protected. This means that this is not a new thing to have sex games with, she is just very nervous to do a good job.”

Knocking on the door first, then bursting into the room was a slightly drunk but very very happy grinning woman holding up a bag full of coins in her hand. “My turn!” She cheered as both guards eyed her very carefully.

Not quit knowing how to react, Karl fell back to his inner German and pointed at one of the counting chests in the corner of his room. ´The rules have to be obeyed in the correct order´, was the mantra off this action as he sat down next to the chest and had the bag of coins emptied in front of him onto the counting table.

Then he and the women both started stacking and placing the coins into the box. Laka tried to lighten the mood to be a good example for Goth guard. “How did you get so many coins so fast? Won at games?”

“Yeah! I managed to hold together better than the others and the bets kept rising, thinking that the winner would win sex was enough for everyone to go all in on this one.”

Trying to keep her talking and the mood from becoming too lewd or cringe to fast, Laka follows this up with. “Have you seen any other such games going on? Should we expect more wives soon?”

“Naaaa not that I have seen it.” She answered as reality just had to prove her wrong as the next woman with a big box full of coins enters the room after a short knock on the door.

Confused looks were exchanged for a bit, but there were enough seats and counting chests that wife number 2 just slotted right in next to them and started counting her coins into a counting box.

Before Laka could restart her inquiry “hoping to get lucky” number three entered the room, but this time in rather sloshed. She did not manage to read the room, instead she gently dropped the coins in a corner and then stumbled over to Karl and kiss him.

She was still kissing him even after having gained death glares of the two women in front of her in the cue. She tried to hold the kiss as Laka and goth guard laid hands on her shoulders. She continued to make the kissing lips motions as the situation overwhelmed her and she passed out before having given the guard detail the chance to grab her and drag her out.

With her pants very very soaked to the point she will most likely be mocked for pissing herself, this intruder gets carried out of the room by both, then carried off a bit further by Laka. This left goth guard alone as guard detail in the room, outnumbered by horny but still respectful women and a, lucky for her, distracted husband.

“Hurray to people with hidden luck blessings instead of drunk-tards with luck and no common sense left.” He comments as he happily stacks away more and more coins into the box, slowly filling up the chest and seeming to look happy in that moment.

Goth guard for her part has no idea how to react to something like that, so just stays quiet and goes into a corner of the room to continue staying on watch.

It does not take that much longer for Laka to return, gently trotting back into the room and taking up her guard post next the goth girl.

Knowing his flaws Karl tries to correct them a little, thus he asks. “What are your names again? I know Dog lady is Laka, but I too often forget most names I get told.”

Before the other two could do the honors, goth girl did the odd gesture of this bunkers salute, where one hand implication fucked the finger thumb hole of the other hand and introduced herself. “Sara at your service husband!” Standing ramrod straight to complete this display of normality of Karl-Heinz defiling oddness.

Whilst Sara was still busy executing a stand at attention order no one ever had given her, the first rich woman to have entered the room gave him her name. “Cutie I am Vixa.” As she finished her introduction with a more normal timed kiss, the other woman added. “Vixa the trixa!”

Which sparked the usual banter reaction back from Vixa. “Oh, shush you, they will give you a nick name soon enough too when you keep up your special happenings and coincidences as you have been since I know you down here.”

“What? No! I only just grab good opportunities and they mostly keep working. Like running down into this bunker!” She countered before trying to steal a kiss as well but instead dropping a coin by accident, which gets Karl to follow the fall with his gaze and ending up instead squeezing his face into the top of her cleavage.

The other women for her part were more focused in getting the task of chest filling done, so now that she felt she had proven her side of the deal, it was go time. Making her join in in this slowly out of control spinning flirting by starting to nibble on his neck and ears, whispering into his still boob trapped ear. “Her name is Lucy the lucky, yet I will make you very very lucky!”

The following giggle from Lucy was not heard well over the mumbling a now still trapped Karl gave off. He wanted to get back to finishing picking up the coin and topping off the boxes, order must be upheld, but both women had other plans as they dragged him still chest bound into bed.

It was more of a two man carry with the arm person instead holding the head and torso in place.

Yet before they really could get going Mama bear Laka got going. Sara was subtly tasked with finishing out the box stacking, not many more coins were missing, but even with the one lost on the ground, one of the chests was not completely full. The price was not paid, the transaction thus not granted and as Karl was already half stripped and quarter smeared in not his own juices again, action followed fast.

Without much possible protest, Laka grabbed the non-payer off of Karl-Heinz and with the slight aid of Sara, carried the woman, protests muffed against the taller Lopen´s chest, in the same way as she had carried Karl, out the door. Then closing and blocking it, with Vixa outside and only four of them on the inside.

Five of them where on the inside as a gentle touch of a visible turning naked Scavera betrayed. She must have slipped in at any time in between last having seen her and before the door had closed.

Being half stripped of his clothes again, Karl looked at Scavera confused and asked. “Why are you here?”

Laka added in on that question with a concerned stare.

“Oh, nothing much, just gonna be quiet in the corner and enjoy my vices a bit. They worked out well for me so far.” Came as a smug reply as she sat down at one of the coin counting chests. Looking as if she was planning some mischief at some near point in the future.

To further heighten the frustration of Lucy and again interrupting her progress towards the white gold, the door received knocking and slightly muffled yells of protest. “This is unjust! This is a rip off! I paid the coins and I want the fuck I paid for!”

As this was not a simple thing that could just get let slipped under a theoretical rug, that Karl would want to make in the future, dissent needed to be addressed and or silenced. It would bode very badly for this harem if its money would become worthless and two groups of wives would spiral into open warfare.

The protest would need to be dealt with very fast as other believing of the perceived injustice voices could be heard joining in.

So, whilst Karl-Heinz was already laid bare for all to see, the door gets opened.

Vixa gets caught from storming towards Karl.

The forming mob gets waved in and guided towards the laying open boxes of stacked coins.

Vixa gets gagged for being noisier than the moans in the background.

The mob dissolves into an audience of the spectacle on display.

The spectacle becomes more important than bad faith arguments made by a less gagged Vixa,

Vixa gets to go to prison,

Goth guard Sara aided by a pissed Tris gets to do that honor whilst Laka lays down as a line on the ground to not cross if one wishes to stay in possession of their tits.

The whole ordeal of defusing the situation took maybe 3 minutes and some of the audience was already out orgasming him on the bed, who had a head start in this race. Still, he wished that he could request some quiet time the next few sessions, as being cheered on whilst playing dead fish under a porn star, was not as fun as it may be portrayed in videos.

The big silver lining Karl was searching within himself, to not go back to depression dead-spin spiraling thoughts, was that he was slowly gaining the ability, to shut out the audience and to actually enjoy the fun of sex.

When the show slowly wound down and some had joined Vixa in their new bunk rooms, The audience seek-ed better places to sleep and left the room. But even if Karl didn´t even get to work on these interaction he just had, he was tired from the day.

Sadly, for him the day was not yet over and Sarsa and Vaskra entered the room.

“Vixa has started trouble to try and get to you, and as our husband you do get a say in her punishment for being a threat to the sadly brittle unity of the family. We have the luxury of not needing to execute her and move on. But the potential damage she could have caused if Laka didn´t immediately act correctly the way she did, was devastating.” Sarsa Said coiled in between Karl´s bed and an open door with a few women watching.