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Chapter 56 : Early Morning / New Additions
“We going to let the crafter women in” Karl-Heinz said at the two women who stood by not acting sexed up and instead where wearing their work clothes and had a few tools sticking out of improvised backpacks.
This made the two acting cool women lose their shit and rush on over to the doors into the bunker. Then they ran past all the gun position and guards to hug and kiss Karl all over.
Which they where allowed to do with a bit of moderation and not very long. Laka made sure of that.
Of course that made all the other women try to show off their crafting or other skills in general, disregarding their state of clothes they had from their previous act of showing off.
Karl for his part was still tired and he very much trusted his Harem to handle this. So he went back over to his first wife, especially because Vaskra was not making much progress with her plan of selecting the best wives to add or bad ones to try and keep out.
So the new bigger cohort and Karl-Heinz got back to the merchant woman and he had an idea to ask the opportunist to strip and show off to him. That idea lasted all of 10 footsteps until he repressed that idea in favor of not spawning nudists in his harem and fearing that this power-move would be a step to much.
He yawned again from being woken way to early this night and that it still was not even light outside. So he tried to enter back into the bunker to go back to bed.
No one stopped him and lucky enough, no spies tried to enter with him. So he managed to get back to bed and this time lay on the bed instead of an over eager big wife.
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It had taken him some time to fall asleep, he had always struggled to fall back asleep again, but he managed to catch up on some of his missed out sleep.
Refreshed enough and ready again for more work he woke up and got up, only to notice that his perception of time was way off and he had not really slept much. He went out into the halls with Sara at his side and Laka sleeping in the fuck room.
Walking around the empty halls of the bunker he soon found most wives missing and the kitchen not staffed. Sara and Karl got themselves a simple early morning breakfast and then he went of to walk the halls and continue building the bunker.
Last time he had started making locks and wanted to have room doors with locks, but then dropped that plan as he instead got other things to find his interest. Karl now wanted to make more rooms and dig down a mine shaft to look and see if he can find ores or other underground riches.
A short two hours of work later, he had managed to craft many more empty rooms and then start digging layers of tunnels on new lower levels below the bunker.
He was forced to stop digging when Sara spoke up for once. “The air is bad, we are leaving!” Then he got grabbed by the arm and dragged back out up the newly crafted stairs.
Turns out, when he had a bit of fresh air, sitting under Doc´s caring inspecting attention, that he had again forgotten about ventilation. Sara´s paranoia or ability to sens the oxygen getting replaced with CO2 had saved them and any would be dragon hunting rescue party from needing to deal with the result of not breathable air.
Still he didn´t poison or hurt himself, so he was free to roam the bunker some more. Everyone else was getting out of bed by now and he was the main attention of the family still. So very quickly he was being slightly swarmed and shortly after dragged along to the every morning Sarsa speech.
“We got a trade deal!” Was the opening line from the rather tired looking first wive.
“And a liaison.” Said a very smug looking Harriet. She was similarly tired as Sarsa, but she was beaming in almost blinding levels of glowing joy from standing where she was, inside of the bunker and already getting very eager ideas,
Now with the illusion of a good night sleep in his head, Karl-Heinz takes a closer look at the Merchant woman. She is a Volpir, meaning she has very fox like looks to her mostly human base line body. The merchant has F cup boobs and similarly ridiculous big butt, a long pointy snout that make her more of an awkward kisser, big radar dish like fluffy fox ears colored in the base line orange of her fur with black tips.
Her throat and most likely belly are covered in white fur whilst her hands and feet have the same black fur of her ear tips. Behind her butt is swaying a very big in volume fox tail which could fluff up in moments of stress to the volume of her torso.
The Volpir was wearing something one could confuse with a body hugging business suit, just that it was not made from some exotic very high quality silk or had no porn qualities as stretchy fabrics seem to not be fashionable or not existing on this planet. Instead the clothes where close to her body and keeping her modest and not restricting her movements too much.
The women herself was standing 1,53m short, making her the tallest of the short stacks or the smallest of the normal sized women in his Harem. Her arms have no muscle definition what so ever as she seemed to have never much did any work with her arms, whilst her legs have a bit of muscle from what ever walking tasks this woman did do in her life so far.
She was grinning with her somehow still weird feminine full lips from almost ear to ear, whilst looking at Karl-Heinz and sniffing the air in an just short of restrained hyperventilating manner. She looked like she won a lottery money amount of lottery tickets of actual lottery wins.
Most of the implications of the bordering on manic expression on Harriet´s face, went right past Karl and he just followed along in what was being said in the speech of this morning.
Then questions started over the presented new semi addition to the family.
Leading the cause, Laka starts off the crowd with. “So is she a new sister wife?”
Which Sarsa quick answers with “No”, whist almost being over spoken by Harriet with “YES!”.
Now that was not a set of answers Karl-Heinz was able to understand, lucky for him, he was not the only one with that problem, so Doc threw her voice into the forum. “So she is not a co wife, but has the chance to become one?”
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To witch a yes nod from Sarsa and a disappointed frown from Harriet was the answer.
This gave Karl enough of an answer to no longer need to care, trusting in his private army of overzealous lovers to sort this mess out for him. Which the crowd then started to do. Tris walked forwards and went into a towering and glaring pose over the diminutive woman.
Laka then tried to hammer out the further details from Sarsa. “What does the contract say or what does the arrangement say exactly?”
This got answered by a brave faced Harriet. “The contract only talks about the tread deal of you getting supplies and me getting goods you made in return, with some cash flow to even out some rough corners when the deal feels a bit to one sided.”
The opportunistic women uses the gained attention and seeming approval to elaborate the details, to take a walk around the room and slightly gain distance to a still looming and slowly following Tris. “You see, of the paper we had a different deal going that lubed up the speed of our negotiations.”
Then Vixa started to have her senses tingle and she shot in. ”You get to fuck Hubby and give is a more actually fair deal in return. Yes?”
At this point Harriet had made it thru part of the crowd and almost past Karl, as she stopped in her tracks from that blunt verbal interruption and Laka´s strong arm grabbing her tail before it could brush past Karl-Heinz nose. After half a second of thinking to try and spin the correct guess into a more favorable worded presentation, she got half way saved by Doc. “That was a bit to be expected, but you are not the only lucky woman and this family isn´t even half full of wives yet. So what is the second part of the deal?”
The merchant relaxes her frozen pose, yet remains standing in her current position, as Laka has not released her grasp on the offending tail.
Sarsa then jumps in and answers. “She also is to scout for good wives and bring them too us so we can sort them out. We agreed that she should do that in a subtle manner to avoid being swarmed by women. We will also see about her proper payment after she managed to deliver her first promised parts of the deal.”
Laka gently but firmly shoves the tail past Karl-Heinz face and lets go of the tail. A harsh glare remaining on the Volpir woman.
Harriet then continues moving on thru the crowd, again having her tail swatted down a few more times by other women, as she returns back to the side of Sarsa.
Karl then thinks up a question of major long term importance to him. “What am I supposed to craft then as trade?”
Harriet tries to answer that one, but fails as Sarsa grabs her snout and keeps it shut, then the Nagasha answers. “She will bring example pieces of what you are to repair or recreate for them, now that we are not at the front lines it will be more than just weapons and army equipment. I heard they got a big need of everyday tools for their own people. But we will see what gets brought to us and what lovely things you will create.”
Karl´s look remains unchanged but the crowd stays still and studies his reaction anyway. If he would have noticed the starring, he would have been confused and made unsure of what ever he was doing or thinking in that moment. Instead he had a nice long pause to cook up the next question. “Did any of the hobo patrol make it into the family?”
Sarsa made a slightly pained face, but still she answered as her neat little presentation plan crumbles. “Yes some made it in, I had Vaskra wait outside with them to give them a proper entry presentation after the questions round.”
Not knowing why he cared, but that nugget of information Karl-Heinz now wanted to know. “And what happened with the ones that got rejected?”
“They got told to buzz off and come back when they got more value than just their bodies to add.” Tris bumped in with a undiplomatic too big grin.
This made Karl, frown a bit. He understood that one can´t save everyone, but still he was not yet able to shake off the ingrained and formed out of his pre kidnapping social desperation, need to be loved by and help everyone. Still it was not to bad of a sting, as he didn´t witness the event and one of his wives was punching Tris as a sort of punishment for being blunt. The punch didn´t bother Tris at all. But the act happening did amuse Karl a bit as he had to think back to slap stick loony toons comedy.
Next Sarsa gave the signal in a tired disappointed manner. “You can come in now.” And in came the gaggle of new women for the harem. Sarsa did seem to have pre planed this a bit as they set up in a line at the wall and where facing towards Karl. Non of them made much more than stand and wait, even though it must be costing them all the willpower they got to give. The ones with pants instead of dresses or other lose clothing, had wet crotch regions.
Vaskra entered last behind them and went along the semi orderly leering line of women giving her pre meditated speech.
Karl-Heinz forces himself to pay attention as he had trained himself to try and be respectful to family members, given that these women are now more or less already wives, they count as family. That struggle still didn´t help when his mind constantly wandered away to other more logical based problems and internal insecurities. Standard thoughts for him as he had already had more social interaction this morning than he had in a day back on earth face to face.
His tolerance was going way up as he had been pushed a lot in the months he had been on this world, still all he could remember having even registered was that the two handyman worker women managed to get accepted and three of the other ones who seemed to not look the part but supposedly had other desirable skills.
When he snapped back to it he was being nudged by Sara, surprisingly taking a day shift instead of Laka, and was guided towards the T-Bencher workshop.
Entering the room he got surprised by one of the new wives bossing around the other workers. This was done by the newest Gohb of the family. Small in stature, worn out sturdy work clothes making her on of the two handymen that got accepted. Her bust and ass sticking out a little malnourished at only big D cups, making her clothes sag in that area. Her skin was still goblin green and her grin trying to rival the champion of the grinner faction of the bunker. She also had black eyes and short blond buzz haircut.
This new self appointed for woman span around and was half ready to boss around the next wive entering, only to get stuck in her grinning smile as she realized who just entered. “Husband” She said as to buy time in a very uncertain tone, yet her pose of confidence not cracking.
He mostly looked confused back. “Yes?”
“Why are you here?” Came a confused sounding response.
Karl did respond fast to this question, as it did fall into the category of his mental pre prepared justification list of answers. “I am here because we managed to flee the front lines and ended up here at random.” He even smiled a bit as he felt proud at being able to so quickly give that answer.
This did split the mood of the room as most of his wives where charmed by his smile, a few didn´t see it and the rest where saddened by his display of over prepared defensiveness. The Gohb lady was in the charmed department and that small smile whipped her mindscape so clean that she froze in a pose of adoration, starting to drool from both set of lips.
No one was interested in the actual answer of the asked question, so Karl-Heinz moved past the Gohb and started to look over the work shop again, trying to find in what work the T-Benchers where doing and what the next step may be. His bodyguard at the same time went over to a still frozen Gohb and gave her a hard enough tap to reset that frozen mind state.
It still took a few more seconds to get back to reality of the workshop, in which time Karl was busy setting up the rarely used heavy machines he had insisted to make and even bring along on their great exodus.
Not wanting to be left out and already having fully embraced the foremen role, the Gohb rushes over to try and salvage her pride and honor as a leader. “Again what are you doing here husband?” She outwardly shivered when saying the last word. “Why are you here in the workshop and not being pampered in your room?”
Karl didn´t have enough of a break to answer during the shivering, and Sara was faster for him to answer after the second question. “He is our most skilled crafter, so he mostly leads the workshop in his time. Don´t you worry, he gets fucked almost more than he himself likes it, but sitting still is not something he can do.”
“So he is my boss?” The Gohb asked very uncertain at that.
“Yes” Came the firm response from every old T-Bencher and Sara in return.
Being hung up often enough, yet not slow on the uptake, the Gohb slips her reality really fast back into a working order. “So what are we doing first boss?”
This of course took some time to register in Karl-Heinz head, usually they all called him some cozy sweet name, even having gone into a game of who could wrench out the sappiest ones whilst being bored out of their skulls when he had first made them file away for weeks on metal blocks.
So the “boss” title didn´t register.
As a result of that non reaction, the Gohb managed to repeat her feat of ignoring slowly bunker established decorum of going to one of the women from the inner circle of lovers and asked again with some physical contact as well. “Boss, what are we doing?”
This time he did manage to answer fast. Fast enough to stop Sara from punting the uppity short-stack as far as her soldier trained legs could kick her. “Eeeeeh, set up the machines, then get the wives back to training metal working skills and what ever project rains in with needing to be worked on first.”
At that code word Tris stomped into the room. Big grin on her face, plan on her lips and seeming co-conspirator toy plushy second newly married handyman wife in her arms.