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Chapter 57 : New Additions / Slow Word Day

Sadly the bombast of her entrance gets deflated a lot by the lack of shocked reactions. The trick is getting old as she has done this kind of demand of weapons very often now.

Tris tries to say something, but Sara plays the verbal shield and deflects with. “You want a new big gun and you want to know when Karl-Heinz can make it, right?”

Being so aptly predicted, yet not relying her pride on aspects that can be hurt from being predicted within the Harem, she just moves on as happy as is, but course corrects her planned first words to more fitting ones. “Yes, but no. This lass here said she can do at least some work that our lovely husband has thought up, but she first needs to get the tools to do it. Then honey can have more free time to think up more cool stuff or at least be free to give other aspects of the family a helping hand too.”

This does reverse the verbal first strikes effect back and instead manages to pop Sara´s preconception of the thus far often egocentric depicted woman. Making Laka´s coaching sessions at most obsolete and at least rather incorrect.

Yet given how hard Sarsa and Vaskra are working on keeping the wives from tying Karl to a bed and turn him into nothing more than a pampered breeding bull, whilst at the same time everything else around them decays to dust, it is easy to understand that any information comes with a train load of salt and is most likely a 2 days late train anyway.

At least they still somewhat work and the newest handyman women must be a big help in keeping soldiers playing workers from sticking their fingers into saws. Sara can remember having seen enough women theorizing to make their laser rifles into flashlights with some questionable half damaged magazines or glass or strategic damaged rifle to better find their way around in night raids or evening look-out shit breaks.

Still these new crafting inclined women where still not the best of the school or masters of industry, but the wash out riff raft that managed to survive long enough to end up on their doorstep. Their clothes had been cleaned with Karl´s magic trick and fixed up. Yet that it had come to the point of needing to wear such bad clothes shows that these women had their own bag of yet to be found issues.

One of these Issues may being the bossy Gohb trying to take over the workshop, despite Karl-Heinz having seniority and everyone ignoring her attempts. It could also be that one of that woman´s issues is causing the stubborn action. But that remains to be found out at a later time still, as no one has interest in her giving orders and thus she is eventually grabbed by Tris and gently yet firmly put into time out outside of a door she then blocks from moving with her body mass.

The nuisance removed for now, Karl-Heinz managed to regain his full focus back onto the workshop. He had ideas brewing in his head like a Geiger counter or better weapons or an assembly line to mass produce goods. Still he managed to stay reasonable and continue work first on what he had already started and what the T-Benchers had continued working on as far as they could without his input.

Now that he was back with them gave them the chance to ask for guidance and get details unknown to them explained. This did clear up the issues the workers in training had, as one had managed to get an almost working power drill set up, only to then not know how a metal casing was a bad idea when not wanting to be zapped from the battery.

As it was a system they had plenty off and that worked well enough, all of their tools and guns where powered by the laser rifle magazine batteries. They worked with axiom magic that Karl-Heinz did not even dare try to unravel or recreate. They just worked and even where self charging with ambient energy.

So that would be something he so far just exploited like everyone else, the magazines where plentiful in storage and every woman who joined from the front line had at least 4 and at most a whole crate as part of a deal with them when they joined.

This resulted in the first few power-drills looking a bit awkward as the things where basically rifles with a spinning front instead of a barrel.

But he never had given them the expectation of making them one handed or ergonomically usable, which in hind sight was a medium big oversight on his part. Still all in all this project seemed to have thought them a lot already and still had a lot to teach left.

So as a reward or rather because Karl-Heinz just had the need for it to exist in the workshop, he craft cheated them a three jaw drill chuck. This did manage to surprise the not banished handyman new wife, whilst everyone else had seen that trick often enough to not care much about it and instead wait for what he would do next,

Stunned awe did not register as a question or interruption, so Karl could continue with showing off how to use the special key to tighten and lose the grip of the drill chuck. “So this is how you can make the power-drills useful to spin anything you want it to spin. Also next time maybe make the drill a one handed thing so the other hand can do other stuff. But I say this is a good first drill.”

This did manage to get the crowd to cheer. A praise from him was rare and thus this overloaded most of them to a point of storming off, pushing Sara and the outside waiting Gohb aside, to party.

A few did not get dragged along in the sudden mutiny of unrestrained joy. Karl had no idea what to actually do to grasp this moment properly in his mind. So instead he went on as if nothing happened with all the remaining 4 wives still there. “So next we could get you to make other power tools or machines. Or do you have better ideas of what we need? I feel a bit out of the loop of what makes the most sens to work towards now. Been a bit to busy and stuff.”

Getting a hug from Sara as his tone sounded a bit more uncertain than normal, the want to be foremen Gohb had a good idea. “This workshop looks used and set up, but maybe plan for better use? Sort the tools. Set up what machines you may need soon to do your production line thing I heard of from others?”

“yeah, that sounds good.” Karl answers, then he lifts up a stone block out of the ground and not long after has it looking like a battle map with the machines as figures and half high walls to play around with. He even has a few bimbo looking pawn pieces to move around too.

For that little added extra comfort he also made rows of benches around his model room for the normal and big women to sit on and for the short ones to stand on.

As everyone else sat down to try and start planning the room out, using bits of debris, scarps and metal shavings to add details Karl didn´t for see to make figures for, the man himself has a small side project where he makes a grab claw on a stick. He makes five of the things and hands them to the cleavage bend over model reaching Gohbs fussing about the position of the lathe.

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Looking at the first draft of the workshop set up, which was a minimal alteration of how it got set up already, Karl-Heinz had no spark of inspiration to better the design just yet.

But this foreman did have ideas. “You see here? When you walk in and demand a big gun, someone could then use the tool closet as a ammo rack to trow at the intruder.”

Which was aspects he did not consider necessarily good ideas. Yet he had no better ideas either.

Still reason won out when Laka entered the picture and a quick thrown small piece of scrap harmlessly plopped off of the Lopen woman´s fur. She then trotted over and grabbed the not yet rearmed Gohb and placed her again into time out.

All the while the Gohb managed to squeak out, ”See what I meeeeeeeeaaaa” as she was flung out the door a second time.

“That was the second time she got kicked out.” Sara commented dryly.

Laka nodded to that as form of understanding. Sara then took her leave as this seemed to have been the shift change. Whilst Karl and the others where moving around the different figure models and planning out the workshop.

This went well and looked like they where making progress until the double punished Gohb came back in again.

But either her mood was cracked and at fault for the impulsive actions of the woman, she was reflecting but enjoyed doing that mental work next to the constant steady source of pheromones or she was already acting out in a change of strategy.

The not party enjoying part of the crafter team did not know and didn´t care as they where busy trying to make improvements to the layout of the workshop. Laka did ponder the question of the Gohbs psyche, but that was nothing new and she would do that anyway with all the new family members.

Karl-Heinz was again very content happy. He was able to do meaningful seeming work, it was a puzzle game with no perfect answer and he could retry and re-discus possible solutions as often as he wanted. The best part was that he himself did not realize the impossibility of a perfect answer yet and this was lost into this work planing turned game, occasionally showing off his cheat crafting skill and re-crafted the floors to slightly move around objects and machines.

But sadly all good things must come to an end. Laka eventually had to pull him out of his zone and drag him of to lunch, only allowing him to set up the workshop in the current “final” answer they had hashed out.

Which ironically was double good for Karl, as he was pulled out before he could get intoxicated by to much of a good thing. His mind had been deep in this discussion and no one of the women present dared stop him as they all could feel how content he seemed and acted.

He had already been getting tired and a midday meal and break where needed to keep the spirits high and him from under-eating to much.

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At lunch Karl then had an epiphany. “Are nuts a thing?” He asked.

Which then landed him many odd looks.

“You got two nuts, I would be happy to take care of them.” Came back from somewhere in the crowd. Quickly followed by some cheers of the winding down but still ongoing party of at least tipsy drunk T-Benchers. To top the image off the party seemed to have gained a few more added members of random women managing to sneak away from their other tasks.

Good for Karl-Heinz, he ignored the comment and specified his actual question some more. “I mean food stuff nuts and berries and other long lasting food that is tasty in itself and can last a long time without going bad.”

“Yes that does exist but it is never really send to the front lines and also very expensive. So only officers with money ever requested it if at all and most just did not bother when other good stuff was there to distract them.” Sarsa answered as she settled in next to Karl with her own meal to enjoy.

“Would you like some nuts?” Laka asked.

More bad sex jokes got spawned from that choice of words from the still half listening party, but that got mostly ignored again. Sarsa took mental note of who could use to be disciplined a bit more in the near future.

Karl-Heinz for his part nodded a yes.

This time stealing a cheek kiss, Scavera appeared, “It shall be done.” comments and then disappears back into being neither seen nor heard. Most likely even straining her skills of hiding a bit as the way out of the room is thru the still ongoing party with many flailing limbs.

Getting back on track, Sarsa looks back at her food and the slightly nervous Laka, the Lopen does not like it one bit that the spy is so easily able to come and go as she pleases past the big guard. Then the Nagasha continues whilst eating. “The two spies we captured, we managed to break their spirit rather fast this time. Seems like they never got any training to resist `convincing´ and even less help in regards to not being made uncontrollably horny.”

Every women knew that this would be a perfect moment to ask for more details, as Sarsa makes a dramatic break long enough for even Karl to jump in, the Naga beauty is still eating so it is not even an awkward break. At the same time they all expected what happened next, which was nothing.

Karl-Heinz just continued looking and waiting for her to end the information speech fully.

So Laka jumped in and tried to teach him some social skill. Slapping the back of his head softly yet firmly as a clear mild punishment, then adding her teaching words. “This is where you ask for more details.”

Progress is never instantaneous, the Harem still was a bit shocked until the thought chain finally reached the hoped for result. “So I am still supposed to ask?”

“Yes.” Came as answer from most present wives, as even the Party had shifted its attention to this encounter. It had taken him long enough time to react that the party died down in noise and now the full rooms attention was on him. The event even got him the full spectrum of emotions for that “yes”, starting from frustrated over tired and ending in happy and enthusiastic.

Still this progress could put glaciers to shame with how slow it truly was. Sarsa had managed to finish her food by the point where Karl-Heinz reached the next break thru and did his expected duty. “Sooooo what will you do with the spies?”

And the room erupted in cheers as they took the small victories they could get and they where mostly still in party mood.

Sarsa, Laka and a random woman under the table sneaking up on Karl´s groin managed a more restrained and regal form of joy.

Laka then finished off this small moment of teaching with a few reflecting words. “So when someone gives you such a big hole, they want you to ask more, most times at least. Try it out in the future ok husband?”

“Now to answer your question.” Sarsa winked at Karl as she said that. “We don´t quite know yet what we will do with the spies. They are not yet traitors to their nation like Scavera or guilty of being shot. So for now we will keep them looked up, feed and guarded. You can go and try asking them stuff if you want, but they don´t know much and are not very important people aside from their species.”

Karl nods along as he had thought would look good, being around people and without a mobile phone or other stuff to distract him, made him try to mimic the ones around him.

Sarsa then add on the last detail of her information dump. “The two, when nothing changes will just be traded off back to their nation when someone high enough in power and not dumm enough to challenge Tris comes around to negotiate that with us. I hope we can get a good price for the two rare Cloaken.”

“Yeah that was a nice brawl!” then came from Tris.

Stealing a quick kiss, ignoring the loud background noise and trouble maker, Sarsa then slithered off to continue to do her job of herding cats.

Before Karl could realize of what he should do with the rest of his day, as the workshop was sorted out and the party left most of the T-Benchers still very occupied, Vaskra popped up next to him, stole a kiss and his crippled left arm hand to hold on to.

So it seemed the second in command was given some free time or had managed to skip away from her duties good enough to try and gain some more affection from Karl-Heinz. She really had earned that affection time given how much menial management tasks she had been given to deal with.

To bad for Vaskra, she was not the only woman near him and never will be, but as that is the expected normal of their unique situation, she and every other wive made due.

Still Karl had no idea of what to do next, so he gave it a shot and stepped on to tried and tested old ground with the method of just asking. “So what do you want to do?”

Laka seemed to have the best reflexes of the front line, as she jumped in faster than anyone around could. “No sex!” Then to fill the stunned silence she added. “It is only mid day, they would run you ragged and or go crazy from the thoughts of joining in.”

Karl-Heinz took it with a non reaction, understanding the logic, but disregarding any consequences of the words for now. No intercourse was requested yet, so he could just sit and wait for what Vaskra had to say.

The second wife herself then got a glimmer in her eye. “Lets go and get some fresh air.”