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Chapter 43 : End of day fun / Making the Ride
Never having had this much weight over someone else´s faith, decided by punishment, thus mostly negative combined with the complexity of luxury of many possible choices of creative punishments, Karl-Heinz is forced to think hard. Think so hard that he even went into a thinking pose and shifted around in it, making it easier for the others around him to tell that he hasn´t frozen up or gotten other mental issue symptoms.
He thought hard and long, minutes passed by. Vaskra excused her self to do a check up of the bunkers critical posts. Laka was also gone for a short moment but returned quickly. Sara stood in the corner of the room feeling that vigilance was needed. Sarsa just held her pose and waited patiently for his input on the issue.
At the 7 minute mark, Sarsa started to worry and fidget.
At the 13 minute mark, she leaned closer towards Karl but got stopped and reaffirmed to wait for him to finish by Laka.
At the 18 minute mark, she again leaned forward but Laka stopped her again.
At the 20 minute mark, Karl-Heinz spoke up again.
“I am unsure if this potential threat warrants the death sentence or an execution harsh enough to send a message like they did in medieval times. But how do you punish someone to learn their lesson. Well learn their lesson in a harsh way as the stuff could have gotten very shit. So my ideas would be to tease her like, eeeh dangle the carrot on a stick always out of reach, Set her in a cell in or close to my room where she can witness sex but not get it or give her stone panties like I had given first wife for a time,”
“Still that punishment goes out the window when the next something happens and everyone is again needed. So one could mutilate her to never get fun out of sex again, I heard of such stuff done in Africa to women, but I don´t know any details aaaaaand I find that a bit to harsh. Soooo simple punishments win with stuff like whipping, branding, beating. No idea how much would be the right amount.”
To finish this off Karl-Heinz looks at Sarsa for approval or reaction of if his thoughts were correct.
To that Sarsa nods and raises a bit hire on her tail for the dramatic effect. “Yes we shall give her a beating punishment of 20 whips. That should make her learn her lesson. So could you please make a post to tie her too and then go to bed,”
Moving slowly closer to him, she continues. “I don´t need you feeling bad for this judgment that I decided to bestow on a bad wife to keep this group coherent. You have no fault in this and you shall not bare witness as you need your mind to heal hubby.” Almost looking at him with their noses touching at the end of that worried request.
Again not knowing how to react to something like this, Karl-Heinz gives his first wife a quick kiss and then shrugs with a blank face expression.
Which is good enough for Sarsa, leaving the room a bit woozy on her tail and a bit bothered in her groin.
Laka blocks his field of view with the mass of her body, her muzzle very close to his face and Sara´s head being pushed similarly close, seemingly without her consent. But fast enough that the goth didn´t had the reaction speed to struggle against the outside movement of her head.
Laka then starts her small lecture. “See that expression? This is the face hubby makes most times, but don´t be fooled, he is not calm. He is having an inner struggle of an unknown size right now.”
This created a frown on his face. “No I am not, I feel fine enough!” Karl protests and tries to sideways move away and get some distance to the two headed lecture.
Backing away again and releasing Sara´s head, Laka ignores Karl-Heinz comment and continues. “This is how you need to react when he is distressed. He deals with it by keeping his head busy or distracted. So I just distracted him on us to teach you and keep him from struggling for a distraction.”
Being successfully distracted, Karl non the less was still pissed. “Can you please be less blunt? … Or stop doing this? I don´t feel like I want that.”
Laka instead channeling all of her motherly energies counters, “Shush, You needed that and feel better for it. Now better go to sleep before I smother you in my breasts again. It was a rather long and hard day today and you are expected to make that train and tunnel away from here. It might be Easy for you, but it is saver for everyone when you are well rested and make fewer uppsis.”
Grumbling to himself in some mandatory protest, Karl starts to dig himself into his blankets and gets ready to sleep.
Sara stares open mouthed at Laka, not believing that she so blatantly and directly disregarded the husbands wish and still is allowed near him, as if this was normal for the two, also that she seems to have dry nethers in this very hazy pheromone thick air around him. She for her part is just barely holding together not shoving what ever fastest she can find up her snatch, jumping Karl-Heinz and or dropping in her discipline.
Sara´s will prevails.
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In the morning Karl-Heinz notices that Laka as usual ended up sleeping with him in his bed, she somehow enjoyed doing the pet thing of laying on his blanket instead of under it and respects his sleep by not touching him whilst they both sleep.
Sara tried to join in on Laka´s way of staying close by and ready to act as a guard, but she has not been able to reach what ever standard, fortitude, comfort, familiarity or other word for state of mind or relationship is needed to give him a bit of peace.
This could be seen in the door being locked closed and her head riding up nose to armpit sniffing herself some form of high on his sweat there. She was laying on him, half sleeping herself with her clothes and weapon haphazardly discarded on the edge of the bed and a hand between her legs.
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But she must have only broken recently as his leg was not drenched and Laka has not yet again woken for another shift change like they had done beforehand, just with less closely watching guards for just this reason.
´No point in waiting around´ He thought and started to move. Moving his arm and pushing away the lust drunken Sara, he also slapped Laka as hard as he could in his bad position, so not very hard. Yet he achieved his goal and woke both of them out of their trance.
Laka for her part uncurled, looked around, spotted Sara still being nude and to close to Karl to be actually guarding him, then grabbed her by her foot with her mouth and dragged her out the fuck room front door. She did resist as her body got dragged over the floor and awkwardly clinging to the stolen blanket, but it didn´t do her any good.
Having some surprise alone time. Karl-Heinz went straight to work on getting clean, dressed and getting to some food. He didn´t quite know why he felt so driven to get the day started, but he didn´t question it and just went with this seemingly rare flow of motivation he lately got.
Next he was in the mess-hall, tunneled straight there with his cheat skill and avoiding most other corridors and rooms he had made so far. He did end up clipping a room of one of his wives but they where already out and doing other stuff. His excuse for this mistake was that he still had no night vision ability and no compass to keep his tunnel straight.
Entry point closed and cooking team a bit surprised, he got raided for a few quick kisses, that he tried to return in the same amount of passion as the moistening crotches displayed back to him and got himself some food.
Sarsa must have somehow managed to instill more discipline and or self control into the harem as he was not swarmed by women, instead they only gently flocked to him. Leaving him with enough room to eat in mostly peace as only few questions and chatter got aimed at him.
He didn´t answer most of the questions as he was mentally focused on his food, in not stabbing himself with his fork and on the door to see when Laka would rejoin her guarding duties.
That question was answered as someone invisible again announced her presence by body contact. This time her tongue licking his cheek. “I was never alone in the first place, was I?” He asked the air on the cheek licked side next to him.
The place got filled with a slightly healed bruised naked lizard woman. “No not really, Laka asked me to help out in guard shifts until Sara was fully acclimatized. Which you can tell was a smart move given your tunnel and Sara´s urge satisfaction control.” Stealing a drink from his cup of water, she then continues.” I wanted oooh so bad to join her on you, but found self control would gain me more satisfaction in being able to view the consequences of that failure play out.”
“Makes sens.” He grunted and continued his almost finished meal.
Sarsa then entered the main door, quickly snake swallowed her meal in one big gulp, or rather had a plate and shoved it down her gullet in one quick and practiced move. After that she slithered to seemingly her favorite spot in the whole bunker in front of the crowd and started her morning address.
“Morning everyone who made it here.” Leaning back and yelling into the hallway of the bunker, she yelled. “and morning to all on shift duty too!” Leaning back in she continued in a normal volume. “The plan today is to pack everything up for one and for the ones our Husband needs, to aid him in constructing a train to get us all out of here. We will try to escape the front-lines and flee to the saver back-lands and hope for more peaceful trading. If not, raiding will be easier until we find a place that we can just live. What we do after that I will see once we get there,”
Letting her gaze roam over the masses and Vaskra joining her at her side, Sarsa then adds. “Any questions? Oh and we will take what ever we can bring with us, starting with some weapons, the food supplies, then personal things and so on the rest of the priority list Vaskra has at hand. Still any questions?”
The audience mostly did not know how good, bad or how at this plan was to be done with or from Karl-Heinz, so no questions came to mind to most of them.
Still a few smart asses had some questions lingering. “What is with my money!?” Asked yesterdays drunken wife, who had been dragged away before she had the chance to earn the ire of the higher ups.
That question got answered without words as from somewhere that Karl hadn´t noticed, Laka appeared and handed her the bag of coins she had “forgotten” on her way out of the Fuck-Room. Before she could try to restart a party again, Laka whispered something into her ear that made her flinch back and nod in fear at the currently standing and looming wolf like alien.
As no questions could be interesting to hear or the answers of these questions, Karl got up and started with the plan of building a train. Laka, maybe Scavera and some eager wives hot on his heals to help him work his magic followed him.
They walked over to the workshop where he started organizing like a true introvert, with minimal talking. “I mark what I need and you then just bring it with a cart to were I go.” Quickly crafting some simplistic Carts from metal and a bit of wood in storage, then he went over and crafted stone poles he stuck on to the biggest engines he had made and some metal and other crafting supply stock piles.
Some tried to still eager bring it all in one trip, but Karl didn´t realize their attempts and mentally was in a “show the work in all steps before starting” mindset, walking off to where he wanted to build the train at the end of one of the Hallways, quickly shaping a big empty room to do so in. He even added a small drop off zone carving on the ground in the corner with soft lettering describing what he wanted dumped where, separate from the other supplies and the “this gets loaded and comes on the train ride” area.
The result so far, his bad communicated ideas get interpreted different than he had hoped, but lucky him, they did put in effort to get the show rolling. SO Karl instead of starting to internally curse himself, instead directly starts with working.
He has no idea, no sun and no idea how to find north with the sun or stars, so instead he sets up a gyroscope like block of steel. His idea is to try and set up a gyro-compass like he heard one of his ex sailor friends at work swarm about more than once. It shouldn´t be that hard to pull of, just make Iron rings of huge mass and let them spin fast.
As the faith of every plan making contact with reality, just like his plan to instruct his eager helpers, his plan of the construct didn´t work out. He had made a platform that can spin with almost zero friction and slapped a electric motor on one side of it that then fired up the spinning of a heavy iron ring.
The frictionless spinning of the platform stopped, but not because they where homing in on north or because some Gohb stopped using it as a merry-go-round. No it stopped because the engine is to heavy compared to the mass of the ring and his platform wasn´t perfectly level.
Attempt number two used one of his smaller engines and a much bigger massed spinning piece of iron, it also had a chest high wall around it to stop wives from trying to be to curious. Also he had made himself a level that may or may not is precise enough to be called a mechanics level.
This second attempt took him hours to make the proper level and to rethink all of his issues he had with the first attempt, which was still used as a merry-go-round by bored wives. But it seems his second attempt seems to be working, as it has started to spin up, it stopped spinning around at random and the centrifugal force stabilized it.
He has no idea how long the magnetic land lines will take to make it start pointing north. Until then he has enough ideas to start crafting into shape, like gear boxes, spring systems, breaks with redundancies, how to design the rail carts with what material he has on hand and all the other details a German likes to get lost in when making new technology trying to anticipate current and future issues.
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At the end of the day he had the north direction and the start of a train set up. It had springs, perfect not to wide not to narrow tracks, head lights, seats for the ones controlling the speed, a pill box bunker at the top to “craft” more tracks as they drove, five carts with stuff loaded on them, flat bed carts that had a railing around them to prevent people from falling off to save materials and weight and his big trains even had the ability to take turns.
Last minute before starting to set it all together he thankfully thought about the wheel groupings to be twist-able so that turns with the rails bending left or right could be made.
He had no idea how to make a fancy modern rail road connector between the carts so that was a simplistic maw and loop with a bolt holding it all together.
He had the knowledge to create a break on all wagons system with pneumatic or hydraulic, sadly he didn´t want to invest the time or resources to set up a compressor for that. Still every wagon had their own little break system in form of a wheel to spin to engage the breaks to the wheels.
Karl still was cursing not having all the oil at hand to do all the fancy hydraulics fun stuff.
Him seated in the front moving bunker, the merry-go-round and actual compass strapped to the train, all things loaded, especially the forward facing Gatling rail gun Tris was manning, the show was ready to roll out into a brighter future.
Then the train started to roll forward as the first piece if tracked tunnel got crafted. The ride got into motion smooth and easy going, no issues, no noises, the big issue for Karl was that the compressor he had set up, for fancy breaks of the pulling locomotive, was not sounding like a train and did make a moderate amount of noise.
And just as they where leaving the train station, someone decided to make the train need to have a quick stop as something got forgotten.
Of course this is followed by the one on the controls with a full stop, a slight reversal back into station and then one third of the harem ran or slithered off to get something the had forgotten.
´Off to a great start as always … Road trips are annoying.´ Karl-Heinz thought.