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Chapter 55 : Rest of day One / Early Morning
He had tried to flee into sleep. But after this strong of an emotional display, especially with this big of an audience, he was neither able to calm down enough to get to sleep, nor was he able to be left alone enough to find that sleep.
Laka and Sarsa did manage to get most others out of the room, this may have failed on a hiding invisible in some corner Scavera, but most everyone else was out and unable to open the door past Sarsa´s coils and Laka´s body blocking the entrance.
Still, the remaining women where on him fussing up a storm. Brainstorming about how to solve a not trench depression, ptsd or mental trauma but instead a mental disease.
So he did manage to get off of Tris, who was hugging his side and stealing his ear with her take on uttered suggestions of the group. Sarsa, Laka and somehow Doc had been pulled into the room, were discussing as best of out of the box solutions as they were able. Meaning so far mostly going thru the options of drugs on hand that the soldiers used in the war zone or the distraction methods Karl had used.
Sarsa´s torso was over by the door discussing, yet the rest of her was still on Karl and spread around the room. Karl-Heinz just knew that Scavera was still somewhere in the room and was playing quiet observer. Sara was overwhelmed or had a sens of duty and doing a British royal guard impression of a statue in one of the corners of the room.
Lucy was laying on top of Sarsa and somehow also had avoided being thrown back out. Most likely because she was not disturbing anyone and also mostly observing Karl-Heinz and the discussion.
Whilst Karl was laying there, despairing about his depressed no longer suppressed emotions, a HUD pop up blocked his vision. Not having anything better to do he did bother to read it.
Achievement unlocked
- First step to healthy mind.
You managed to open up and let your emotions flow. May this aid you in your journey to a happy life.
He did not bother reading the rewards that may or may not came with this spam text. He had now also the burning feeling of being patronized or matronized by the space aliens.
But the neutral tear smeared face changing into a frown did get noticed by Lucy. So she tried to fix it. Next thing Karl-Heinz registered was a opened bottle of his officer wine stash being shoved into his face and half forced down his throat. As good as tactics went, distraction with food was about right for what Karl would have done at home on earth too.
So after a bit of Tris help, Karl, Lucy, Tris and a reemerged Scavera where playing Settlers of Catan. He had guesstimated a few minor aspects of the game. But the biggest aspect was not a faithful recreation, but to have a strong enough distraction. This was aided with the wine and big grinned ass groping from Tris to get his mind into a more neutral state.
He even dare groped the ass of Scavera, not daring to see what would happen if he got the land shark horny again. Scavera for her part enjoyed the attention and used her lizard long body to lay her head on his healthy arm right shoulder.
Sarsa for her part was right now asking Doc. “What do we have on hand to keep him happy.”
This got Doc thinking as she did some mental math in her head, fingers opening and closing as she used them to aid in her counting. At the same time Laka filled the void with something she could answer. “We still got a big stash of wine and alcoholic drinks. We never managed to get hubby drunk but you know that it seemed to have helped a bit in a pinch. Maybe we can get him to set up that distillery he was talking about sometimes here and there to make stronger alcoholic drinks.”
This was when Doc managed to do her math and piped out her answer. ”We got pain medicine and some pills that officers use for their problems of sleeping. But given how much we had to give him last time, it would not last more than a day or three before we run out.”
“No that won´t work at all, and I doubt the wives smuggled enough drugs with them to help that issue much either. We need a proper trade line and a proper doctor wouldn´t be bad either. No offense doc.” Sarsa nodded to the small Kohb.
“Non taken, I just know how to keep women from bleeding to death, this is way beyond me.”
Doc nodded back up to Sarsa´s head as she climbed up on the Nagasha´s Tail for a seat.
“So what time limit do we set before we just pack up and go off to try and raid a hospital ?” Laka interjected as what seemed as the logical next step.
“We give it two days, three if it seems like we are making progress. If no deals have been made until then, they are likely buying time and we are better off to relocate and try again elsewhere. It would also keep us out of reach of an organized army being marched here before we have a non aggression agreement. Maybe the old deal with be accepted in a pinch. I still got the paper laying around somewhere.”
Then the brainstorming group are surprised by a loud noise as Tris roars in anger. “Why did you trow a seven again!? How do you do that?” The Cannidor woman half yells at Scavera, who just sits there with a very smug grin and the figure of the bandit in her hands.
At the same time Lucy was not on her position on the game table, instead she was standing next to Karl-Heinz on the bed, bend over forwards to almost have her breasts on his current eye level and was trying to get him to accept a cigarette looking object to smoke from. The cigarette isn´t lit but it also looks fuller than it was in the past. Karl was still drinking the wine and had already emptied one of the bottles completely.
Karl-Heinz had no interest in smoking. He had never tried it in real life and he also didn´t want to see the effects of smoking in the bunker with still minimal ventilation.
The fans where set up again, but the airflow still needed some overworking after the rooms have been semi finalized.
Either way, this distraction was draining enough and complex enough for him to eventually be able to nod off and sleep.
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The next morning comes again way to fast. A downside to sleepless slumber. One falls asleep to escape the emotional misery, only to have no felt time pass and be right in the waking up phase again where it all comes rushing back. But Karl still enjoyed it a lot as he felt overall better, the emotions where more calm and distant, the tiredness was rested away, someone was again wanting his attention.
No, his harem was waking him so it was only one woman touching him instead of who ever was left into the room and could fit around his body.
Also that one woman was lifting and dropping him in her strong caring arms. They where fuzzy. There was no grin on the face.
So Laka was gently shaking him awake and once she noticed him looking at her, she placed him back down on the bed and did an unprompted explanation. “We need your skills, they managed to send someone else to talk deals with us and Sarsa needs you to show off a bit.”
Not knowing how to judge any of this, not realizing what time it was and generally feeling rather sleepy still. Karl just bit this bullet and got into motion and started moving.
Quick self clean, not so quick but not slow dressing and a slightly faster than normal walk back to the bunker greeting room later, he had managed to realize that he had been woken either in the middle of the night or very early morning. Not many others seemed chipper or around at least until he sees that seemingly everyone was on ready alert on the defenses again.
Reaching the position he was kept in to open and close the doors, he was greeted by not just the loyal well dressed defenders of his realm, but also some dirty peasants. It seems like down beaten day workers or what ever other social outcasts managed to find the stairway to sex heaven and took the brave and or stupid horny pills, to venture down the stairs and then sweet talk their way into the good graces of the defenders to be considered for recruitment.
Hell not all of them where peasants. One brave opportunist took the rumors or reports or what ever as a once in a live time chance and even had brought along a big bag of money and some nick nacks to seemingly do some trading.
Karl had no idea what to say, especially because this time he had no clear direction from outside to follow as Laka was whispering caution, Tris was whispering selection thru contests, the peasants where begging with very big breasted pleading looks, the opportunist was showing of wealth and big promises, Scavera was somehow having fun distracting him with kisses and oddly enough Sara had a hard line opinion of locking them all in the dungeon and see who of them starts masturbating last.
So the resident man did what he could to avoid the issue. He pointed at Vaskra and declared. “You get to decide this.” Then he tried to escape back into the bunker, but got stopped by Laka.
Yet she did not let him be exposed to the crowd and instead played door for a hidey hole he had made for himself.
The crowd was undeterred by this display of issues on Karl-Heinz, instead they redoubled their efforts and redirected them towards the faithful first encounter this man had on this world.
Well most of them did anyway. The opportunist instead refocused together with the inner circle on the Nagasha first wife. Who for her part thanked Karl´s tactical brilliance or lucky slip up for the distraction role Vaskra seemed to be cursed to fill once more.
Still the opportunist woman was quick enough to hear a story of a man in a hole and arrive ad said hole in under a days time of travel, prepared to trade, thus she opened up negotiations. “You seem rather out of place here in the middle of nowhere, but I did hear you are interested in trade.”
Before Sarsa could answer, the trader carried on with her opening speech. “My name oh glorious first wife of the hidden harem is Harriet. So let this master of trade be of service to your need of trade. Let this humble merchant deliver your needs in return for a small humble profit for myself in trade for what you seem to be manufacturing. Tell me what you need and I will make it so.”
Still in his hiding hole, Karl-Heinz had heard enough of that talk to get flashbacks to animated kids movies, thinking about the merchant twirling dancing around the present people and convincing them to all sign the contract and be happy.
This imagination made Karl cringe hard enough that he even visibly flinched.
Aside from Karl´s discomfort of cliché charm, Sarsa nodded along and waited until the merchant was done doing her introduction speech. This seemed to be a almost trained and rehearsed play for the opportunistic woman. But it seemed to have been made for a much less disillusioned audience of non front line women.
Pessimism and guarded skepticism colored the perception of the delivered words. To many officers delivered floury speeches of glory in the mud pits of trenches only to send in the next waves of companies to their doom.
The speech ended and Sarsa pulled out a nice hand copy of the last trade deal, with added wishes and possible further offers of possible trade goods. “Here is the last deal we have had agreed on when we where still on the front line. Plus extra wishes and possible trades we can make. Is this an agreeable deal?”
This turned into a moment of pause. As Harriet was busy reading and the crowd on Vaskra was calming down. Karl-Heinz also had enough of a moment of peace to relax again.
In this moment of respite, he had managed to think up some ideas to try and be helpful. Soon Harriet had a table and seating area in the firing line of the entrance room to work at, Karl had no idea of how to make chairs for snakes and didn´t bother to try.
In the same idea he had made a portal to hell, buy recreating a government office secretary booth. With Vaskra on one end and the hopeful lovers or beggars or immigrants on the other.
This did disturbed their progress they had made so far a bit. Still the opportunist shrugged off the appearing chair and table with a bit of smooth talking from Sarsa and the beggars were smart enough to not be picky.
Laka was getting suspicious towards Harriet, as the Lopen´s gut feelings where screaming scammer alarms. In the trenches no one much cared about the small trades of food or fancy nick nacks to be scams, the ones who scammed had only small opportunities and accidents and fatalities sorted such issues out fast one way or the other. But here much more was on the line.
So dragging Karl-Heinz along, like a cat would carry their kitten, the big wolf like woman shoved Karl along in front of her towards the documents being worked over.
Tris was bored again and smelled entertainment to be had, so joined as observer.
Looking over the shoulder of Sarsa, Laka could see a pre written contract with filled in trade good laying there. But before she could steal it from Sarsa, the first lady just handed it up to the looming woman, with the comment, “Better get a second opinion just to make sure.” Directed at Harriet.
As Laka went in close with the paper to her face to read the letter over, Karl was still there and getting ideas. He was sandwiched between the shapely but and side-boob showing back of Sarsa and the row of breasts from Laka. But his left and right flank where only blocked on one side by a bored Tris. The free side gave him access to the ground.
So he raised up a small pedestal of the stone floor and tried to somehow make a lens. That idea gave him some very very flat and shiny rock shaped like he though a lens would look like. No progress there as he realized is error in lack of glass or plastics or other see thru substances he could use the make a lens.
Still the show of him casually working his craft gave Harriet pause. Her jaw was wide open and her salesman face was lost in the wind. “How does he do that?” Was all she managed to do as a reaction to the display.
Tris still having no tact or sens of diplomacy then used that opportunity to show off. “Oh he just does it. But he makes the best and interesting weapons with it! He made me armor and guns and this baby.” The Cannidor boasted as she laid the Gatling rail gun on the table, getting Harriet to flinch back and shift her expression from shocked amazement to shocked fear.
Carrying on, gaining entertainment out of the merchants reaction. “This thing is a six barreled rail gun. When I spin the barrels, they start shooting iron rods and do it at such high speed that it can turn any woman dead. Shredding whole groups of soldiers in seconds. We did so a few times in the last months.”
Tris did spot when the merchants initial shock wore off and shifted to a scheming friendly smile. “But no we are not selling them.” Which made the friendly smile rather strained looking. Lucky for Harriet, non of the people she was dealing with had the skill or focus on her to notice the slight shift in expression.
Getting blocked in his idea to make a lens for ease of magnified reading due to lack of glass, Karl instead steps out of the protective box of women. So he went over to satisfy his curiosity. Looking around the room, Vaskra was still bugged down handling applicants for the harem. The gunners had relaxed a bit in their post, but where still alert and ready to shoot.
So he wanted to check for invisible spies and crafted the wall to cover everything in a fine layer of dust.
Surprising enough to him, no Cloaken got revealed this time. So he internally shrugged and walked behind the defensive line and over to Vaskra to try and aid her, Laka and Tris in tow. Laka abandoning reading the papers to be able to follow Karl-Heinz.
Reaching the swamped woman, the attention of the desperate wifes in waiting tried to persuade him instead of the second wive. By doing what every they could come up with to show of their qualities.
The simplest display where ones stripping down and trying to look sexy.
Next above that some tried to do strip tease dance.
Spot number 3 from the bottom list where ones trying to flirt with words and showing off in cloths. Which could have ranked higher in a one on one meet up, but sadly they got drowned out by the noises of other women around.
Place 4 was taken by one woman begging or praying to him.
Still the ones who stood out the most ended up being the ones giving him what he needed. Karl-Heinz already had more boobs and pretty willing woman to ever be able to handle on his own, he didn´t have more than slightly skilled soldiers around him dough. So the winners was a duo of slightly muscled looking worker gals to steal his attention.