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Chapter 54 : Second round of negotiations / Rest of day One

“Strip” was the command word said.

It had drama and flair as the triumphant Tris held her Captive counterpart beaten opponent high in the air.

Sadly it lacked clarity and thus Karl-Heinz lurking around the corner of the door, better wanted to do a too good job than a bad job. So he stripped both women down to nothingness with his crafting skill, but he kept the plate armor turned shackles in place. He had social issues, not logic ones.

Ok he had social issues that affected his logic, as miscommunication did impact the quality of the results he aimed for.

Sarsa facepalmed in frustration.

Laka giggled as she walked around into the door, to do her duty as a guard, in front of Karl.

The armored woman herself looked like just another Tret. But she was very middle aged as her breasts sagged a bit more that what Karl-Heinz was used to on this planet. Her face gad some wrinkles and her brown hair was kept a bit shorter and looked thinner. Her skin-tone was as European white as any non furred or scaled aliens he had meet so far too. Otherwise she looked as healthy as any other woman Karl had seen naked. Flat belly, stronger than usual arms and legs. Big enough body to tower over most women of his harem, which mader her a giant of the human like Tret race if that was her race.

She had no tail, horns or other cliché animal parts that Karl had seen in his porn at home. She was also very unconscious as far as he believed now from her not rousing or even twitching from Tris handling of her body.

Tris for her part took this obvious blunder in stride and grinned wide at the presentation of her catch or present. “Oh gentle husband, let this humble wife of yours present you with this gift of a great catch! Look at my gifted slave, gaze upon her well nourished body and abundant assets to help us protect the house and grow our family.”

As the words “well nourished” pass into Karl´s head, he manages to have one of his rare moments of showing expressions. So strong a show of expression that he even accompanied it with words. “Wait. SO this is not a lucky woman, but a fat one?” Having a frown on his face of utter disbelieve at the cruelness of his situation.

“How would she not be lucky? She is well feed, looks good and not has to die in the trenches.” Laka asked, trying to make sens of what Karl´s issue is.

“Look at me. I am fat, would need to put in a lot of effort into losing my belly. My body fat is a strain on me and my joints and my body. Back home fat people have to work a lot harder to get any attention from women.” He bemoaned, letting Tris hang there and giving her no opening to further her lines of her play.

One of the women manning the defensive guns then clipped in. “Must be heaven where you came from. Everyone fat and feed, more men than one would know what to do.” Her rambling got cut short by a rather loud smack to the head, audible even to Karl-Heinz. But the damage was again done by lose lips and the Harem now expected a breakdown to follow.

Oddly enough this didn´t trigger a negative reaction. So Tris still in her pose continued her collection of glory. “So humble seeder of life, will you accept this offering of mine?” She bowed her head as the rest of her body was busy still holding up the captured tall woman.

Karl didn´t get the chance to even consider an option, as Laka and Sarsa in stereo blurted a strong direct. “NO!”

But Sarsa then elaborated first as her job as first wife as to why. “We need that women where she is now, not in the bunker, but as trade partner. Also how will they react if we abduct their negotiators when ever we see fit?”

Whilst the returned lost scouts meander by the standing discussion, Laka then continues. “Everyone here is loyal as we all fled the front line with no chance of going anywhere else, the ones who wanted to go did so. What guarantee do we have that she won´t try to steal Karl-Heinz or betray the rest of us later on?”

“I beat her ass and I can beat her again!” Is Tris knee-jerk reaction to that question.

To that Laka gives Tris a critical judgmental look. Sarsa shakes her head. Then Sarsa looks at Karl-Heinz and asks. “Can you please redress them again, husband. Then can you convince Tris to carry our negotiation partner back upstairs.”

Feeling a small need to vent the unfairness of the universe. Karl dresses both women again with the scraps still laying at their feet from the undressing process. But he adds a hollow tin construct beer belly shape to the waking woman. He turns the rest of the metal into bars which some helpful wife of his quickly rushes out and collects.

Tris for her part is still naked and holding her proud pose until the redressing process is done. But after that and paired with the judgmental looks she gets, she finally breaks in a huff. “Fine I drag her back upstairs”

Not having the feeling need to stick around and watch. Karl wanders back into the bunker, only to get a jump scare when the airlock double door system of trowing dust around reveals 3 Cloaken trying to enter the bunker with him and his guard detail.

An alarm call, two Lopen sized punches and a quick surrender later, they manage to recover a knocked out Scavera, a knocked out spy and a cowering surrendered spy. The misplaced Scavera gets placed in a bed in a hastily made room and the two newest guests where placed and a newly created prison room.

Not wanting to be near that mess for now. Karl stays out of the newest round of interrogation and instead goes and focuses on what was actually the agenda of the day. So he was hoping to use his craft skill to build the bunker complex again. As an unexpected change, the T-Benchers who where not on defense position duty, where busy themselves and had already started carving out new sections of the bunker or crafting some furniture.

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Many where busy making use of the debris from the rooms being excavated out of the stone underground, they did not yet know how Karl does the things he does to get rid of the stone. But they do manage to use what they know, to cut or reshape mass they have at hand. So many Granite furniture pieces where taking form and being employed by the harem, slowly making this new spot a home.

Still now Karl-Heinz was back in the picture, Laka was dressed and smelled clean enough, Sara was somehow also present and with dry clothes. So the normal work day grind could start for him.

It did not take him long to remake most of the old original bunkers floor plan. Leaving out the probing mine-shafts searching for ore for now and instead was working fast on filling the rooms with basic amenities of furniture and get the workshop fully fitted with what is needed.

Still the distractions of possible improvements nagged on Karl´s mind again and so the storage rooms ended up being made by the T-Benchers, as the man himself was occupied with making some locks to close and secure chests and or doors.

The locks and keys where quickly made in simple design one could find on medieval age doors. But this rabbit hole had gripped Karl and sucked him in, as he tried to re create or re invent the common modern pin system locks with a slim key that makes better lock picks a necessity to try and pick them.

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Somewhere in that mess of him working away, he had been forced to eat a meal and eventually was carried of to bed again with a unfinished lock design still in hand.

He had no idea why, but Tris was playing his bed again and Sarsa played his blanket.

So Sarsa explained it too him whilst he had the unfinished lock still in hand and she was staring in his eyes. “Tris didn´t want to leave your side for some reason that I have not quite yet managed to grasp.”

This provoked a big nod from the current mattress and a short pause of the explanation until the movement stopped.

“So now I also want to share some time with you. But given how difficult everything is at the moment I just want to be close to you husband. Next up will be Vaskra, she is now shouldering the burden of command whilst I take my break this night.” She stole a quick kiss from his lips. He was laying still and was very focused on her and her face, giving her his full attention as his head was again slowly sinking into the cleavage valley of Tris.

“Now I hope we get these annoying politics dealt with soon, so that we can properly set in and maybe get a few less stressful days. Then you and all the other creative wives can also start working on making live a better place down here. Also what was it with the power drill you had started whilst we made our trip over here on the train?”

But before Karl could answer Sarsa´s question, Tris butted in her presence again with her own addition to the question. “Yeah and how fast can such a motor make my Gatling shoot?”

“Oh, I forgot the drills, the bunker needed setting up so I was busy with that and then got lost in improving it.” He held up the lock and somehow managed to use both hands to twist the key and demonstrate how it locks and unlocks. Then he pulls out the Key and shows off how small the entrance into the keyhole is.

Before Sarsa was done making up her mind, Laka was by the bedside and clapping applause to Karl-Heinz. “That will be so useful to keeping rooms private.” Trying to compliment him best she can think off.

This time the complement does work and gets him to gain a small smile.

Tris can´t see that, but she does here that Laka stopped clapping and Sarsa didn´t talk anymore. She turns her head to look at the two sister wives, to see them both stunned in awe of adoration.

This level intense amount of silence and insistent staring makes Karl-Heinz feel uncomfortable again. He does not know how to react yet again. In the past he would have shrugged and walked away or turned of the camera on video chat if something like this where to ever happen. Instead here and now he is forced to face the positive moment just as much as he was forced to face the negative moments.

It made his skin crawl in nervous shivers.

Last time he tried to be weird and kiss his way out of the moment, which made the interaction weirder for him. So kissing was not an option.

He could try distracting the two women. But that would most likely be him being rude and these his wifes did so much for him that he could not bring himself to do that for this level of inconvenience.

He could straight up be rude and try to play it off as a joke. But that too was not him and he was not that hard hit.

Unfortunately for him, the admiration faded away before he managed to think up a fitting or unfitting response. His smile faded and the four women around him, Sara had joined on the other end of Laka and Scavera became visible on top of Sarsa, Tris still had no view and just tried to enjoy being the bed again, had stopped adoring him again.

He did still feel the need to react and now he had an urge to ramble. So he started to ramble with no holds barred just letting his mind free flow. “You all know that I am fucked in the head. Still you all would jump into the fire, be it a burning house or gunfire, to save me. I get it. I am the only male around for kilometers if not even in the nation, given how dramatic big shark bed puffed up against the armored weirdo. Hell I though you would just shoot the bitch and be done with her. The rail-guns can penetrated that kind of armor, I think easily.”

“So anyway, I am the only man you all ever are going to get. You all do for me what ever you can to try and get me happy. But I don´t feel happy. I am in a constant void of numbness as I shut down my feelings to not constantly be in pain.”

“Not physical pain!” He stopped them as he felt most of them drawing breath to try and give him some form of counter or comment, varying from woman to woman.

“I mean emotional pain. My live has been good enough I say to myself. But I was and still am unable to fit into it back on earth. I got no idea how to live the way I need to live to be happy. I don´t still know what I even am missing that I would need to add to be happy.”

He had all of their attention now as even some wives from the hallway entered the room, listening in, wondering what is going on.

“Here is hell. You all get drafted or shot. Then you get send to the trenches where you attack or get shot. When you live you get to charge again or get shot. Then you all see me and the bunker and the already growing group of people who sort of know how to stay alive. Staying alive despite the constant war around. Despite me being so hard in denial that I fuck up so many things. You all even managed to somehow get along and not kill each other out of cabin fever or some other shit.”

“Still here I am, grateful for all the support, being plagued by mental breakdowns one after the other, fucking around with space magic doing low level tech, not able to do anything on my own out of fear of being stolen or killing myself or you all by accident.”

A few of his rare tears where forming in his eyes. He was really working himself up into some strong emotions. “So thank you all for your efforts and I have no idea if I ever can be happy or if this is all just a long drawn out predetermined tragedy. I got crippled, many of you all got killed, maimed or wounded. Most of the women who call themselves wives most likely got ptsd or other mental fuck ups. Hell if we do too good the fuckers in space may just decide to chancel the show or experiment of me by cratering this bunker into a new volcano.”

Now his face was very wet. “And all I can offer is to maybe some day figure out a rocket to leave this planet and then get rained to death in space by the space ship sisters.”

He struggled a bit to gesticulate with his hands, but one arm was still crippled and his mind was to distracted to use is prosthesis, his other arm was first trapped under Sarsa´s coils but then got unburried and held tight by Laka.

“Hell I might even kill myself by accident with the axiom space magic bullshit that is omnipresent and somehow manifests what I want to do, when I know what I want it to do and how. Like Tris getting stronger but maybe breaking a bone from the stress or me making armor only for the metal to cut of a limb due to being distracted when forming it. Or Scavera getting killed by accident as she walks in front of the shooting range in invisibility!”

The last comment was uttered in complete seriousness, but it did get a few aside from the Cloaken women to giggle.

His rant was done, his energy spend and now with the unexpected joke at the end, he was being touched in a supposedly supporting manner by way to many people. Lucky for him Sarsa was pushing women back out the door with her coils. Tris was holding still as his mattress. So the overall amount of touching was bearable.

He was still getting flooded by declarations of undying support, compliments and all the things he never much believed in, yet is the go to reaction for so many people who don´t know how to help a mental diseased person.

The frustration quickly reached a breaking point and he shouted out. “If wishes where real you all wouldn´t be living in a war-zone. My problems can´t be fucked or petted away. We tried that, I am still fucked in the head. Think up a better solution.”

This managed to silence the crowd, but didn´t stop the physical actions of affection. As most women cleared out and had pondering looks on their faces. Karl-Heinz just knew that this was a mistake, opening up only lead to more pain for him.

So he tried to escape away into sleep.