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 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 1 Abduction

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    Chapter 1 Abduction

    Karl-Heinz was sitting on his PC, like every evening, playing with the salt of the earth, his group of online trolls and autistic misfits. Playing games with the usual background song of metal, rock and other catchy yet dark tuned melodies.

    Live was good,

    Well as good as it was gonna get for now. Life wasn¡ät ideal but it was stable and tomorrow would be another day to maybe try and get some improvements done. Being single sucked the first few decades when the hormones are strong, but after that and you get comfortable with your best hand, you get used to not having sex.

    Not having much of a social life also had the benefit, that one could get by with a lot less money and so could save up some on the side each month. Looking good was not that important in a non customer service job, so one could just embrace the inner nerd and care less about the finer details.

    Finer details of society that Karl never got in the first place anyway ¡äBut if you try long enough you eventually succeed and then it will be a new, better normal¡ä was in Karl¡äs head as he warned his team off a special enemy spawn, as he trained his brain to filter out the code sound the game would ring out in a subtle tone when ever special harder opponents would spawn. Shortly after the meme popped back into his head ¡ä... and other funny jokes one can tell yourself¡ä.

    Yeah live wasn¡ät great, but it wasn¡ät shit either. Stable job, good food with some more fancy and better tasting food here and there, enough money to be secured against uncertainties and a good way to distract his free time away.

    Well enough money against most random events.

    As there most likely was not enough money in his possession to ward of being jumped at from a big bosom to the back of his head, shortly followed by a towel over his mouth and the quick, deep and panicked inhaling of chemicals that would bring him a dreamless uncertain sleep.

    - - -

    Karl-Heinz woke up again strapped to something. He tried to move but couldn¡ät manage more than a wiggle and his eyesight was blocked by a bag or blindfolds. Minor details that could help in this question of what was going on, could be heard as a slight panic manifested and he could hear language being spoken around him.

    $¡±... Stop lusting over the guy, I know it is hard to not jump him with how much pheromones he is spreading in the room! That is why I am wearing my gas mask and took the pheromone blockers both!¡±

    Trying to understand the weird, not terrestrial language, as no human would most likely be able to make some of the special squeaking noises, that at best a skilled parrot or rubber pool toy could try to mimic, but he sadly failed in the endeavor. Still he did manage to alert his captors of his regained consciousness.

    $¡± I told you to give him more of the sleep drug !, these Humans are very hard to keep drugged! That is why we packed so many of the chemicals in the first place !¡±

    A few beeping noises and the blackness creeped in on Karl again.

    - - -

    When Karl-Heinz woke again he found himself in a spotless white room. He was laying on the floor completely naked and oddly felt as if his balls had emptied all the stored semen his nerd live and rare sexual pleasure had accumulated over the last weeks.

    Whilst not fully awake just yet, he made the effort of standing up. As he looked around Karl quickly found that in one direction of this white limbo of a room, was a statistic screen just like it could be found in basically any RPG game.

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    But it had his statistics on it !

    For his reading pleasure in German !

    Height 1,90m

    Weight 115kg

    Age 34 Years

    Species Human

    Gender Male

    Name Karl-Heinz Schmidt

    Strength 12

    Dexterity 9

    Constitution 18

    IQ 17

    Knowledge 10

    Charisma 5

    Axiom 0

    Skills Non detected

    Ability''s Non detected

    Contribution Non detected

    Please select your class:

    And now his mind blown. To many weird events in his recent memory at once for him to fully function, process at once and continue to work with a rational, that would be better advised in this situation.

    So without thinking to hard about what was going on, the parts of his brain that should have gotten Karl to take a step back and think harder were on emotional break, he went forward and started selecting the simple options.

    Please select your class: ?

    Warrior, Spear-man

    ¡äWhy spear as weapon ? Because it is the best pointy stick of course !¡ä was the rambling in his head that was about to start, but got interrupted by the selection process, moving on to the next option that demanded selecting.

    Please select your starting gear: ?

    Standard adventurer pack.

    This one seemed a no brainer, they always had all the basic necessity and would get him going long enough until he got his footing in this seeming dream of a new game. Then he remembered one detail and quickly added some ropes to his staring kit, as you never could have to many ropes in the more creatively open games.

    Please select your starting bonus: ?

    This question felt a bit redundant but as Karl went over the options, which seemed poorly labeled and even sadly without help text or fluff text to glean more information from. ¡äThese programmers ¡­.. must be a beta or alpha version, given how bad the whole thing is set up and how generic it feels¡ä he thought as he wished for some background music to ease his subcunscious massive tension a bit.

    ¡°Fuck it no risk no fun, just pick the weirdest one of them and see were it takes me, otherwise just gonna make a new character on my next play/dream whatever¡± and he picked.

    Please select your starting bonus: ?

    Ever improving

    Thanks for your selecting and participation, please enjoy your experience and survive.

    This line of text made Karl-Heinz worry a bit more, but before he could go deep into much of any thought he lost consciousness and blacked out again.

    - - -

    When Karl-Heinz woke up next time he was laying on the ground again ¡äat least one constant, I always wake up laying. At least that is something to rely on so far¡ä the mental self joke didn¡ät fire off for himself, so he sighed and started to look around himself.

    Karl was laying on a large smooth carved stone, looking around himself. He quickly saw that the ground around the stone was covered in stone tiles, in the amazing color pattern of gray and black stones, with no coherent pattern and a lot of lose green moss on the patches where some sunlight was able to reach.

    Looking up he could see, that he was in a stone room or carved out cavern, with slightly decayed walls and some holes or maybe windows, that let in a low hanging sun.

    Letting his hands roam over his body, he found that indeed he was wearing a rather generic set of medieval fantasy clothes, some leather armor that wasn¡ät restricting and not to much of a protection either. Looking around, next to stone or maybe even altar he was laying on, he quickly found a backpack, with to much rope hanging on it from all sides, a spear that looked like it was fitting to the setting and as if it was the most expensive object currently in the room he was in.

    The spear had a very dark wooden shaft out over very sturdy and heavy looking wood, along the shaft was a thin trail of mystical looking ruins that looked cool and were unreadable if they had any meaning at all. Further up the spear head was a nice steel gray with a hint of pink glimmering tip, that was attached to the spear shaft with an overlaying bearing of metal, that engulfed the top of the shaft. The head itself was shaped into a flat piece, that had a double edged sword like blade to it, before narrowing down into a very pointy tip. The spear head had blood grooves, a wild damascene pattern with hues of slightly darker metal, that also looked a bit like more runes all over its bright and shiny spear tip body.

    Having admired the spear way to long, Karl-Heinz grabs his assumed possessions and went on to try and leave the Temple like room he found himself in. Lucky for him there were exits available that didn¡ät lead into labyrinths but went into long hallways with side rooms, that he ignored for now, as everything seemed quiet and there is often not much to be found in the spawn and tutorial sections of games. His inner thought was to leave the temple and get his first few explaining and learning quests from the NPC, that must be on the other side of the front door or portal or near it.

    So he walked up to the front door, a massive wooden double door and with all his gleeful new game gamer energy pushed it open. The door moved a lot slower and less grand as expected also it went a lot harder than expected, still one of the doors opened wide enough to exit the building and see for the first time, that the game was nothing Karl had expected.

    Before him on the rolling hills was a battlefield with seemingly endless trenches and flashes of light crossing the surface, As if star-wars was pushed into world war 1 trenches and all the rebels and storm troopers were exchanged by hordes of alien women. Getting a bit of a closer look at some of the remains, of the battle nearby, he quickly saw that these women were oddly very very detailed corpses and all very much stolen out of a porn game.

    Not wanting to rush in too fast into this new craziness Karl hunkered down, then sat and watched the battle play out. No point in siding with the losing side and no point in joining a war that isn¡ät his nor he knows anything about.

    Behind Karl-Heinz however was a gleeful watcher eager to claim this lonesome price for herself.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 2 : Abduction/Introduction

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    Chapter 2 : Abduction/Introduction

    Karl-Heinz was sitting on his slightly overweight ass on a conveniently high rock just outside of the entrance to the temple, he had just left. Watching as the battle unfolded in the middle distance in front of him and no side the apparent victor of this encounter or rather meat grinder. Having not much to do outside of watching the battlefield, Karl tried to figure out the way of interacting with the game mechanics.

    He tried to yell ¡°Inventory!¡± and nothing happened. A few test words later and ¡°Menu¡± gave him his first breakthrough and in his vision a character sheet opened, which displayed him all that he had seen in the selection screen and a numberless health, stamina and mana bars. At least he guessed they were that, given there iconic colors of red, blue and green.

    Height 1,90m

    Weight 115kg

    Age 34 Years

    Species Human

    Gender Male

    Name Karl-Heinz Schmidt

    Strength 12

    Dexterity 9

    Constitution 18

    IQ 17

    Knowledge 10

    Charisma 5

    Axiom 0

    Skills Non detected

    Ability''s Non detected

    Contribution Non detected

    Class Warrior, Spear-man

    Starting Bonus Ever improving

    Quests Non detected

    He was pondering the details of the menu he found as his unnoticed spectator started to make her move. ¡°Greetings prize ¡­ what brings you out of the save spaces of the bunker you should be hiding in during this war ?¡± Karl was caught of guard by this and he kicked himself for it mentally `no laser focus !, need to stay aware of what is going on around me!`.

    To try and rectify this mistake he quickly grabbed his spear and shot up to stand at attention for this new encounter. ¡°Say who are you ? And what is the first tutorial mission?¡±. This was not what the encounter woman expected to hear from this man out in the middle of no mans land. So to buy herself some time to think and to better take control of the situation she first moved closer to him, staring him down with her best possible poker face. Which wasn¡ät the best but as it turns out good enough to work for Karl-Heinz, who was non the wiser.

    ¡°Well for who I am, I am <u>Vaskra</u>¡± she did a short pause trying to further stall a bit for time to give her a moment to think and try to gauge this male in front of her, being very put off by the lack of axiom and body language this guy is showing. To her it was as if she is talking to a VI chat-bot. ¡°... now I don¡ät know what you mean with tutorial mission ,,, could you elaborate?¡± Vaskra said in a slow, sweet and slightly exotic sounding tone. Karl-Heinz gave Vaskra a closer and slightly doubtful look. She was standing a little shorter than Karl was at roughly 1,8m tall. Starting at the head, she has butt-crack long straight black hair, human like ears with a few piercings or maybe technology pieces in them, the face was smooth and almost bland in its perfection, were every aspect of her nose, eyes, lips and so on looked warm, inviting and oh so erotically perfect.

    Her body was shaped like a model with perfect hourglass shaped torso, the shoulders were narrow, her hips so wide that her legs inner thighs would never touch and her big G-cups breasts contained immobile tight so that they were fit for combat, ¡äor so they could cheap out on jiggle physics¡ä came to mind and Karl giggled a bit to his inner joke. Letting his eyes wander deeper down the woman he only saw more super porn model body with long legs, dirty but cared for smooth skinned hands and overall human looking body otherwise. Her clothes are well fitted mostly and largely sturdy, not so much showing of erotically and more trying to contain it for ease of physical activity''s. She also had a backpack wand alien looking rifle made of wood and stamped metal parts, together with many magazine looking blocks in several pouches on her body. Her head was topped with a brown colored simple stamped helmet.

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    As Karl-Heinz ogled Vaskra, she didn¡ät manage to suppress the grin forming on her face. First she found a man and next he seemed to even lust for her. She was still waiting for Karl¡äs answer so she just layed her hands on her hips and tried to strike a sexy pose. ¡°Weeeeellll ,,,, what is going on here and what do I need to knoooooowww ???¡± Karl managed to stumble out an answer.

    ¡°Ah yes eeeh, how you managed to not get to know what is going on here is beyond me, but as you can see there is a war going on and it has been going on for a while and ...¡± Vaskra¡äs pose shifted to a more relaxed and rather confused one as her head tilts a bit sideways and her hands hang a bit limp to her sides. ¡°... the war has been going on so long that all the fancy people and stuff have been used up and now it is just a big meat grinder for mass produced tools and soldiers ...¡± Her pose shifts again as she walks closer to Karl and she gains tension thru out her whole body ¡° ,,, and the reason of the why the war started has been forgotten, but now it is all about ...¡± She is basically almost hugging Karl at this point ¡° .. MEN!¡± She jump tackles him and tries too grapple him.

    Karl-Heinz didn¡ät expect this turn of events at all as never even in video games has a random woman he just meet ever shown even a fraction of this much interest and enthusiasm towards him. Being caught of guard by this huge amount turns him into noting more than a standing sack of potatoes that get grappled, falls over grappled and then takes him a few long seconds to realize what is going on whilst his assailant tries to make short work of him. Vaskra turns him over onto his belly and almost has his unmoving hands fixated together with a pair of zip-ties as Karl¡äs brain finishes to process the situation and goes into actions again. He pulls his hands free of the clumsy grip Vaskra had on them and starts to flail with his legs and torso to try and get her off of his back.

    The tide of this struggle turned rather quick after the initial surprise of the unexpected first strike wore off. Now Karl managed to land enough hits to break Vaskra¡äs balance and be able to turn himself around, whilst Vaskra lands on her side next to him and starts to trow wild, uncoordinated punches with the her free arm whilst still holding on and trying to entangle limbs of Karl in her zip-tie. Karl-Heinz on the other hand trys to get up on his knees again, but fails due to the wild punches and instead starts to crawl away from the crazy woman and to first gain some distance.

    Vaskra fails to catch Karl or one of his limbs and fails to stop him from getting away from her. So now both get back up to there feet whilst breathing heavy from the sudden stress. Now staring at each other they both try to think about there next move.

    Karl-Heinz ¡äokiiiii crazy bitch trying to capture me is an odd first NPC, maybe she is supposed to capture me to get the plot going ? Or is this a split path thing were I get a slightly different story depending on if I run or if I get dragged off? Waaaaaiit maybe there is a better hidden option to just go along with her and see if I get a better story by just cooperating ? Yes that sounds like the way I want to try ¡­ Buuuut ¡ä

    Vaskra ¡äDamn it damn it damn it, how can he be so weirdly blank, he must be sleeping given he radiates no axiom or emotions, how is he so hard to capture in that state? Maybe i could try to seduce him.¡äAs Vaskra never had the chance to see or ever get in contact with a man in her so far short life, she gets hit by the pheromones like a truck¡ä Not much to lose in trying right ? Oh good he must be in heat given how horny he has already made me ! I NEED HIM¡ä

    Karl-Heinz ¡ä... What if I can fuck with her Code a bit first before I submit? Yeah that sounds like a fun plan, see how far I can stretch the character and see when it breaks.¡ä

    Both were still standing and eyeing each other with not much movement happening. Until they both opened up at the same time Karl:¡±What is the question to 42?¡± Vaskra:¡±Fuck me, I need youuuuu!¡± Which threw both off of there game, but Vaskra pushed on quicker this time. ¡° Now what are you waiting for ? Come here lover boy¡± trying to sound as seductive and wet as she could manage whilst she rubbed one of her breasts and hefting the mass to try and show off its volume and firmness.

    This made Karl-Heinz blush, not being able to process the jump from introduction to fight, to stand-off to now porno scene, he just pushes on with his last plan as his penis might be getting hard, but his brain is still not done catching up. ¡°So what is the question to the answer I gave you ?¡±.

    Vaskra didn¡ät know what to do to such an absurd response so she tried the best thing she could think off in her lust dazed and confused mind, ¡°will you marry me if I get the answer right ?¡±. ¡°What is wrong with you?¡± Karl answered and started to take a few steps back and looking around for his spear or any other potential weapon to try and fend of this crazy character. Then he catches himself again, he was having fun, he was feeling immersed in this game. It was a very odd immersion but it was something to ride out and see were it goes.

    ¡°Soooo you want to marry me, a random dude you have seen for no longer than give it 10 minuets and even attacked. Why should I marry you and not start running for the ...¡± Karl looks around for a random landmark but doesn¡ät find one quick enough and starts to fumble a bit in his sentence, ¡°running for ¡­ running to the other side of this war ?¡± he points at the slightly calmer but still ongoing battle in the background.

    This lets Vaskra stumble again. ¡äHow can someone so devoid of every emotion, axiom, and apparently common sens and so deep in heat that I can¡ät think straight ¡­ this sexy hot warm male ¡­ no what was I thinking again ? ¡­ ¡ä Her blank stare clued Karl-Heinz in that she most likely was now broken or glitched, so he used the time and went over to collect his spear and other belongings. Then he walks up to Vaskra, who by now has changed her expressions from lost thru horny and now ended somewhere at desperate and lost again. She knew what she wanted now, but had no grasp of an idea of how to get it and was so dazed in the cloud of pheromones that any brute force approach to this problem was out of her mental grasp.

    After Karl-Heinz got all his stuff together, he walked up to the mind locked and stunned woman and tries to unglitch her with a boop from the not pointy end of his spear. ¡°Hey are you done being glitched ? Lets get moving, I got no clue were to go but you must have a better place than this battlefield to go to, right?¡± Still being mostly stumped but given a way forward Vaskra takes it and starts walking to were she wanted to bring this Tret male anyway.

    And so these two wordlessly walk around the mountain and away from the battle in the background to were ever Vaskra thought she could marry and fuck this man.

    Still a noob writer and eager for critic and suggestions on how to improve my quality. I hope you enjoy the Chapter.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 3 : Introduction/Distraction

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    Chapter 3 : Introduction/Distraction

    Karl-Heinz and Vaskra were walking thru out the day over the shell shocked and mostly muddy landscape of this sadly war and explosions riddled hellscape of a countryside. The walk gave Vaskra time to order her thoughts again, even if her arousal didn¡ät subside, the confusion lifted a bit and she could form some plans and ideas of what to do next and how to get into the pants of this oddity of a male being that looked like a Tret but acted like a puppet that gets controlled by nothing but physical strings.

    ¡äOdd skill to train, to do something completely without axiom, sort of like running into battle with just your bare fists as holding a weapon would make it much to easy. But wait these pheromones keep me so distracted all the time, my pants must be wetter than ever. Even wetter than the harsh few days in basic training where we were all drenched in rain and sweat in equal measures under a thick layer of convenient forest mud.¡ä

    Karl of course didn¡ät notice the wet trails forming in between Vaskra¡äs legs as he was way to occupied in drinking in the scenery and trying to internally work his way into the system of the game as he found out that shouting a word was not needed to access the menu and other minimally helpful windows in his system. There were a few pages with lore dump, which he promised and knew he wouldn¡ät do anyway, read sometime in the future. There was a new detail that he apparently accepted the mighty quest of following Vaskra to Vaskra¡äs ¡°base¡±, but that was very vague in destination locations as it could be.

    Karl-Heinz did enjoy that he wasn¡ät hand held by quest markers that just lead the way, he had been spoiled way to many times in past games and enjoyed the lack of feature that turned into a feature that forced him to pay attention to more than just combat mechanics and were to get the next planned encounter.

    Thinking about the curse runes of Crafting, resource management, survival and exploration. So far it seems as if this game was taking a very realistic rout with no restrictions yet, but that he would need to grind every single step of the way in what ever he was trying to do.¡äLater in camp of cave or bunker or where ever she dumps me I should try to get some resources or tools and see how well or if there is a crafting system in this game. Maybe exploit it a little for an easier start. They only gave me clothes, a spear and a non telling ¡äBonus¡ä as they dumped me in laser world war one ¡­. Waaaait did they even have something fast firing in that battle or was that all just different sizes of single shoot single boom laser weapons back there ?¡ä

    Vaskra having formed an idea of a plan again, broke the silence. ¡° Sooooo what are you looking for in a girl ?, how often are you married already ? What brings you out of your bunker or do you come from off world ? ¡­.¡± Before more of the slow spoken simple questions could leave her mouth, the concentration of Karl was broken from his internal pondering and shifted over to Vaskra. The blank stare of the man made her shiver in shock and excitement in oddly equally confusing measures. If looks could drill into people, the cold analytical stare of Karl-Heinz would have puncture Vaskra and the mountain behind her, or so she felt at that moment and froze in shock and wait for his reaction.

    Karl being a bit stumped and unaware of the pressure he was putting unexpectedly on Vaskra to a few seconds to form an answer¡°Eeeeeh oki wait a second, all one after the other. First the questions. What am I looking for in women and if I ever was married and were I come from. Last one first. I was in my normal house in Bielefeld and got no clue how I ended up were I am now ...¡± Not noticing or even being able to care that honesty might work against him if his conversation partner had any higher goals of manipulation in mind and or some spy skills. ¡°... No I never was married, just some failed relations that didn¡ät last to long or go anywhere. Lastly, I got a long list worked out of what I think I want out of a woman, buuuuuut I got it on my PC at home and would need to write that one down again, took me a few good spend hours to half ass that list back in the day¡±

    Karl-Heinz laughed at this half joke, that only rarely others get in his lack of face to face social interactions of his normal life so far. Vaskra trying to charm him joins in with a few giggles, badly acted but good enough to fool Karl.

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    ¡°What would I need to do to get you to fuck me? You are deep in heat ¡­. and I can¡ät stand the hornyness much longer ...¡± Vaskra being as delicate as the smith¡äs biggest hammer scares Karl off. He had had relationships, but non were really with normal healthy people and after to many bad experiences, desperation became a red flag to avoid for self protection. This rule of a red flag was somewhat bent and put into the absurd by the absurd world, game and situation he was in. Could he trust people here ? Were they as sneaky or worse than in the Real world ? Was this a candy trap to get him to be Sugar Daddy or little submissive male bitch for a subplot later on ? Was this honest and she wanted him to be her world and drag her around the lands as inventory mule, meat shield and or lewd scene lover ?

    Now this time Karl was stunned into inaction, not by not being able to handle sexual topics. No this pervert had a very well trained and honed potty mouth and mood crusher cannon with little if any shame restrictions if he wanted it. The questions of trustability on the other hand and the million possible outcomes of possible intimate social interactions had him in a mental loop.

    Vaskra took this as a sign of insecurity. She pictured the wrong kind of insecurity, still was close enough to make good enough choice of action and tried to push forward. ¡°What can I do to assure you of me, that I am a good partner ?¡± whilst internally she was begging on her knees for sex. She was holding her facade well enough for now as she was using the knowledge of a Cannidor, who claimed and probably lied, to know how to get men and that you just have to put out a brave face to act strong and willing to do anything that it takes just like in battles!

    Almost trademarking the ¡°I need time to think about every respond I give¡±, Karl subverts the topic by starting to walk again. ¡°I want to get somewhere shelter like today, so lets do a walk and talk¡±. Vaskra doesn¡ät take long to catch back up and walks beside Karl, almost rubbing her breasts into his arm, still she maintains an air of distance to try and not look to pushy to someone she tried to capture by force not 1h ago.

    After a few steps the talking continues. ¡°well are you the best choice that I can make in this game ? How good are your lewd scenes compared to other potential partners down the line ? Am I limited to one partner or is this world or game a harem one with limitless partners ? Hope I didn¡ät glitch your code there again with my questions¡± Karl didn¡ät look at Vaskra whilst he was spilling out his thoughts of counter questions to the one that Vaskra had managed to ask. She was able to push on thru the oddness of his questions and stayed undeterred, this felt like progress to her and she would slam her head against this brick wall, of a way to a man, until she either succeed or pass out.

    ¡°Yes yes what ever you want you can have all the other woman as long as you take me too ...¡± She hoped that the seemingly clueless Karl-Heinz wouldn¡ät notice her set condition of first her or no women at all would work. ¡°They way it works here, you get up to 100 wife¡äs and then you are considered married enough ,,, but you could go even higher if enough women want you, Am I the best ? Yes I am ! You won¡ät find a more pretty Tret out there on this mud-ball of a planet ! I still got all my limbs and no scars !¡±

    The way Vaskra was listing of good ish traits about herself just triggered the need for one of his favorite quotes of his father ¡°¡±and the plywood even resists rain for one day! ,,, given that normal wooden planks resit it without issues for several days.¡±¡± whilst he giggled to himself, Vaskra took a few quick steps to get in front of Karl and try to confront him and bringing the whole walk to a halt again at the same time. ¡°Do you think I am not good enough for you ?¡± Squeezing her breasts again and looking a bit desperate with an just as shaky desperate voice, yet internally still bashing the brick wall and hanging on against her heat.

    Karl side stepping Vaskra and moving on as if nothing happened ¡°Sure you are good enough, you look really good and I would fap to pictures of you, just that the good traits you advertise aren¡ät all that special. Why not say you can aim good with your gun or that you got trench digging scores in basic training, who cares about body parts when they look like you.¡± Letting his autism shine bright as he rambles on and continues to speak void of emotions shown in his speech. ¡°So why did you try to capture me ?¡±

    Internally feeling as if the first few bricks are giving in Vaskra pushes on with all her bravery and speed to try and sound honest. ¡°I tried to capture you to try and get a man, as they are very rare and only very few ever even get to seen one and I want baby''s and a marriage and a happy live and be a breeder instead of a meat shield cannon fodder and my scores in school were to bad for other non meat shield positions and everyone wants a man and please make my live happy and I was desperate and ¡­ and.... ¡°

    As Vaskra was running out of steam Karl interrupted her before she could stammer out more and¡äs.¡±Ok sure why not, but first lets find a bed, fucking in the mud doesn¡ät sound fun¡± he still is not looking at Vaskra and walking on at his usual pace.

    The brick wall has given way and sun was shinning upon her soul from the other side of a head sized wall. Losing herself a bit to the crash of emotions as desperation turned into euphoria, her muscles tensed and her natural pull on the axiom skyrocketed. ¡°I know just the place! Quick! This way¡± She grab Karl¡äs hand and almost was dragging him along now. Slightly changing direction and heading towards what seems to be a mostly destroyed and deserted village.

    Karl-Heinz was struggling to keep up with her fast pace and breathing and sweating rather heavily rather fast. He was still processing the change of situation and coming to terms of getting lucky on this first most likely hidden sex scene encounter that he must have found. Grinning from ear to ear in the moments his heavy breathing allowed it.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 4 : Distraction/Disappointment

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    Chapter 4 : Distraction/Disappointment

    Getting closer to the village ruins that they were planning there fun to happen in, they got lucky in there misfortune as the sky started to whistle and shortly after the ground started to shake, whilst buildings in front of them got turned from brick and stone houses to brick and stone memory''s.

    Vaskra being a sort of trained soldier grunt, hit the deck and laid flat on the ground looking around for cover, whilst Karl-Heinz be an on and of ARMA 3 player with theoretical combat skills and no actual combat training, lowered his stance and started moving sort of faster than walking, but slower than sprinting or jogging, towards the nearest pock mark in the ground and then hugged the dirt in it with a bit more cover than Vaskra.

    Both of the looking around to try and see what was going on and where the other one has gone off to. The explosions stopped and peaceful calm in the air returned. The village ruins were now a bit flatter than before and the last remaining huts with intact roofs got knocked a bit closer to the ground level. Vaskra had slowly made her way over to Karl¡äs hole in the ground and joined him

    in the outer layer of dirt that this crater provided to there clothes.

    Kind of killing the urge and mood in both of them. They waited a short bit before raising from there cover and brushing of what ever of the dirt would come off easily.

    Vaskra then checked herself and Karl for wounds, whilst Karl was pretty unusually unstressed and unshocked, instead rather giddy in the aftermath of this event. ¡°What is going on with you ? Are you hurt ? Why didn¡ät you stay by me and let me protect you, like a real woman should protect her man?¡± all the while Vaskra was patting down Karl and making sure to not overlook any injury''s that could be missed due to what ever Karl¡äs version of shock seemed to be in her mind.

    Karl dismissed her questions and tried to share his thoughts with Vaskra ¡°Did you see that?, did you feel it shake the ground and let the vibrations run thru your body of each impact ? What was that even for a weapon? Did they do artillery fire practices ? Oh this script is good in subverting my expectation!¡±

    Vaskra looked at Karl in horror ¡ähow can he find joy in this near death situation ?, how can he enjoy the hell of war ?¡ä Still she finished her check up on Karl to make extra sure that her meal ticket to happiness wasn¡ät hurt and whilst the shock of the moment shortly cleansed her off all mind numbing effects of her arousal she got a theory to confirm into her head. ¡°Say ¡­ Karl, are you perhaps not thinking quite right ? I mean not to offend you, but you do seem of most off the time ...¡±

    Not glancing at Vaskra he stared at the slightly smoking scene of the town ¡°Yup I am not normal, never was, socially awkward and rather weird. Why do you ask ?¡± Looking at Vaskra with a grin now, ¡°come lets look at the craters created so I can get a feel of what the weapons destruction potential is !¡±

    Vaskra nodded yes as response whilst she started to ponder this new information and walked over back to the road and into the village. ¡äHe is clearly not normal, is it a sickness that can be cured ? Is it bad up bringing and can be corrected ? Goddesses above I wish I knew what to do. It would be really really bad if he were to run giggling into laser fire and die of stupidity. Maybe the church can help? They usually take care of men that are sick in the head.¡ä

    Once in the Village Karl-Heinz had a fun time walking around and inspecting craters in the street and holes in houses. As expected, no house was livable in, less were not in risk of collapsing soon and sadly to Vaskra¡äs dismay non had an intact room and or bed in them any more.

    Not taking to long Karl was done with his survey. ¡°All done here, you got to go and find a cave or where ever else a bed can be made or set up ?¡± Vaskra took the situation in stride ¡° Yeah lets get going again, no point in waiting to get exploded from what ever attack that was when it maybe returns¡±

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    ¡°No loot here to, and I don¡ät fancy caring crafting materials with my bare hands all the way to where we are going next. Where are we going next ?¡± Starting to walk out the village on the road that they used to enter it Vaskra answered. ¡°ugh ,,, this was the only place I saw when walking out here, so I guess it is back to base then ¡­ when someone asks, you fucked me senseless and we are married oki ?¡±

    Returning to being a void of emotions Karl reacted ¡°Can do, are the other women handsy or why should I say that?¡± Grunting in frustration and a bit of further realization Vaskra tried to explain the social construct of this war, world, galaxy to Karl-Heinz ¡° Yes yes they are very handsy, the whole universe is handsy, do you know there are so few men to go around for all the women ? So of course they are handsy, they even expect me to share you around and take in other wife''s. But we will play this smart! We first will need a few strong and good fighting bitches, then we will need some women with brains to keep this family organized and together ¡­ ¡° Sadly Vaskra lost herself in her explanation and instead started making plans for how to ride her man out for maximum benefit of her new family.

    Karl-Heinz found this very entertaining and just walked on and kept on listening without comment like one would listen to a podcast whilst walking in a park. Not knowing the world setting of this Game well enough yet to come up with a better plan or any plan at all, he was just listening in too and following Vaskra¡äs ideas for now until he could figure out a better system of his own. Karl did congratulate the designers for this very good made intro section of this game and this very immersive lore tutorial of the simplest of the social structure of this story.

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    After a too long walk for Vaskra¡äs taste, they reached the camp she planned to go to as her first plan got crushed and resorted to the, in her mind, riskier option of going thru the proper chain of command.

    The Camp itself was odd to Karl-Heinz. It appeared equal parts sensible, senseless, occult and desperate. The camp security was sensible and desperate as trenches with some sections with barbed wire was dug around the whole area. Here and there were big spikes made from wooden poles to stop bigger ¡­ things, it wouldn¡ät stop proper tanks but it would stop cars or somewhat stop monsters that might be in the game or these poles were part of the desperation to just look good against outside eyes.

    The camp on the inside looked senseless and occult as the tents and few solid structures were unordered and chaotic, yet it looked like there were walkways being maintained so that even big vehicles could pass around the camp, the streets themselves had no good logical pattern outside from looking as if they formed pentagrams or other symbols in the mess of a army buildings and tents.

    Not being able to see more of the camps structure from outside the military base this was enough to make a first impression. Not a perfect impression, not an ideal impression, just more information to better get a grip of how this game world is working. ¡äGood thing that there is no anime weeb isekai marry sue super power bullshit going on, good that stuff gets boring when it happens in every manga you find interesting ¡­¡ä was Karl-Heinz disregard to this internal topic. ¡°We reached the camp, now what do we do to get in undisturbed and what even was your task that you left the camp for ?¡±

    Vaskra slumped a bit at that problem revealing itself ¡°To be honest, I haven¡ät planned that part yet, and I guess you got no good ideas to get past this issue with out you getting separated from me?¡± Karl looked over at Vaskra ¡°Why would they separate me from youuuu ? Am I not a oh so valuable man that needs to be locked into a bunker and pampered for live as my gender is a rarety. Why would ever anyone leverage there nobility or wealth or power to snag themselves a man ...¡±

    Earning himself a hard jab from the butt of Vaskra¡äs gun. ¡°Gaaaaaaaah you are right, do you have a better plan in mind by chance ?¡± Karl flinches a bit but doesn¡ät grunt from the impact. ¡° Na. No better plan in my mind, I don¡ät know your place good enough yet, but I trust that the plot won¡ät fuck me over to hard right at the start¡±

    Sighing in defeat Vaskra garbed her courage and companion and compiled herself to step forward again. ¡°Then lets get this over with so I can get fucked and get out of this dump¡±. Yet the Group didn¡ät move as a group just yet, as Karl interjected ¡°You still didn¡ät answer my question of what your job was that you exited the military base in the first place¡±. Vaskra blinked as she turned to face Karl ¡°What does it matter to you ?¡± Shrugging Karl answered ¡° You are my companion now so you do matter and I do like to know what is going on in your life¡± as Karl works on remembered customs to let his autism shine less brightly as he does care but often fails to act like it.

    Vaskra answers ¡°Well I was send out to scout, I found you and saw that the front line was unmoved, that was it.¡± ¡°And what were your orders on what to do if you find me or other strange happenings ?¡± now trying to collect as much information as Karl can to try and make a better informed decision than to just go into a military camp and hope for the best. ¡°nothing really, just to return and report it¡±

    Karl frowned at this ¡°can you at least tell me why your side of this meat grinder war is the one you fight for ?¡± This made Vaskra angry, as she never asked herself this question, as she never had the chance to ask this question. ¡°I have no idea why, aside from not wanting to be imprisoned or killed for insubordination of this nation¡±

    Karl not quit knowing what to do as all plot lines ahead of him were equally risky and unknown ¡°Well so what do you say ? Go back to your camp and potentially lose me to somewhere or stay in the woods and fields as vagabonds and see how long we can make it without civilization in a war plagued land ¡­ world? How big is your war anyway ?, no wait first what are we gonna do next oh first NPC that I have seen first and lay claim to your pants?¡±

    Vaskra doesn¡ät think long and with a defeated tone says ¡°Lets just go to the camp and hope for the best¡± Karl-Heinz nods and comments ¡° Yeah have been doing to much survival myself as of late, played to much minecraft hardcore mode and other such games and clones. Lets go into that camp and act as if nothing is out of place and see how long it takes for the guards or who ever, to realize I am a man Hehehehehehe¡±

    So they walk with confidence and dread towards the next step of there story.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 5 : Disappointment/Crafting

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    Chapter 5 : Disappointment/Crafting

    Now what war does with the minds of people is grind them down, some rather fast, some slower, still they all get grinded down as it slowly chips away at there kindness and joy of life. The hell that constant encounters with there possible end of there existence, the often asked question of taking other sentient life and the stress of being pushed to your edge of mental and physical endurance and to often beyond these limits, it hardens some and most others become life or soul less husks of themselves.

    Now what does this mean for Karl-Heinz and Vaskra ?

    This gives them the best way to just walk into the camp one could ask for. No fancy guards on post stopping them after just a general greeting and a to short half glance as they both walk into the camp as Vaskra is known and Karl just stays quiet and walks past them as if nothing ever happened.

    After they turn the corner and are out of sight of the guards Vaskra loses her facade of a Soldier doing her duty and asks ¡°Why can you be so calm ? how did this work so easily ?¡±.With a shrug Karl answered ¡°When you just walk past with confidence and don¡ät look to much out of place, most will just assume that you belong were you are going, oh and we both are covered in mud and other dirt so we could just as well be enemy soldiers and no one would have blinked, given how bad uniforms or lack of them, are visible now. So tell me were the place to clean yourself is, then you go and do your report , before you wash yourself as that is most likely your orders, then we go to your bunk ? I will look around whilst you report your stuff. Good plan ?¡±

    Before Vaskra could answer Karl-Heinz remembered something and asked ¡°Oh and how does magic work here ? Can you clean yourself with it ?¡± Seeing Vaskra¡äs confusion stunned face he quickly reworded the question ¡°Oh mighty, wise NPC can thy clean myself with the use of axiom ?¡± Punching Karl for this way too blatant mocking, forgetting that he in her mind was mentally ill and needed help, she answered ¡°Yeah of course you can clean yourself with Axiom, I don¡ät know how but Axiom is in everything you dipshit, now get clean and do your thing while I do my shit¡±

    Vaskra was walking off to give her report and left Karl-Heinz behind, rubbing his side out of reflex more than pain. Then he followed after Vaskra, being ignored from the camp of disillusioned soldiers who look like they have seen enough war to last them 3 life times and just internally gave up, his camouflage was also aided by the mud and smell of his way back to camp, masking his looks and gender enough to be not interesting.

    The soldiers themselves were a mix of all kinds of races, just like on the battlefield that he first saw when he exited the temple cave, they were all with female porn start body shapes and in one way or more looking human in there sexy forms. Aside from this common trait, there were many different races, different flavors of humans that look like they are wearing elements in there hair and sometimes skin, the furry aliens that were looking like anthropomorphic animals in varying degrees of human and animal traits, there were the pop culture races which looked like they were stolen from dnd and other sources and lastly there were four armed bunny girls and other such more creative races like crab-taur-women thingy¡äs. Oddly enough non of them looked like a strong race as they were all his height category or smaller. Sadly they stayed in there small groups around fires and did there little tasks or tasks that made them look busy to avoid tasks and most of them were scarred from battles.

    Karl-Heinz smirked a bit at the atmosphere this scene was creating in him and praising the game again and cursing his twisted sens of emotions making him smirk at misery. Karl walked on and followed Vaskra, as he had forgotten that she wanted to first head of and report to her officers, instead thinking they were heading to the cleaning area ¡äwhat ever that will turn out to be, by my guess it is lots of buckets, near water with rags to get the worst grime off¡ä. At the same time his mind was busy going thru the menu and see if he could find any starting spells that he could do already, to his luck he found the trusty spell with the name ¡°clean¡± in some sub menu.

    Feeling not very witty, yet good in memory, even if his memory fails him at times, Karl-Heinz silent casts the spell by thinking the name of the spell and about himself as target. The axiom does Karl¡äs bidding and over the next few steps the mud falls of him and he feels very clean again. Smiling at his success he repeats the spell on Vaskra, which also is completely cleaned after a few more steps. Then Vaskra stops turns around, grabs Karl by his arm and starts dragging him with all her might between two buildings into a quiet corner.

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    Being more collected this time, Vaskra speaks in a forced calm voice, like one would talk to a child that did something bad, whilst the child didn¡ät yet know or understand that it did something bad. ¡°Now you are a skillful axiom user ?¡± Not having the social context, Karl just looks confused at Vaskra and says nothing.

    Vaskra tries again as this question has failed to get a result ¡°are you by chance an axiom Adept ? Or was that your only axiom skill ? Why didn¡ät you clean us when we were walking back to camp?¡± Followed by a shorter moment of silence than the last time Vaskra asked a question, as this time Karl has a grasp on the questions intention that Vaskra is asking. ¡°No I am no adept, at least not yet. The games system is new to me so I just now found the cleaning spell I just used aaaaaand it seems to have used a good chunk of my mana bar for it. Good thing that mana seems to regenerate fast. Do you know what other classes like adept are in this game ? I wouldn¡ät want to skill myself into a dead end. Oh wait I didn¡ät open the reward for completing the quest of following you back to camp yet¡±

    Karl stood there murmuring to himself. Vaskra didn¡ät quit know how to sort this new insight into the picture she had of Karl-Heinz in her mind so far, so she defaulted back to what the first plan was. ¡°Well you stay at this thinking you are doing while I will go and make my report oki?¡± No answer came from Karl so she repeated ¡°You wait here for me OK ?¡± Karl flinched a bit in surprise but then nodded and gave her all his attention. ¡°Good, i¡äll be back soon so wait here¡± and Vaskra turns and leaves him standing in between the buildings to do her duty as a scout.

    Now that point one on the half-assed plan was complete, It was time to move on to part 2, disregarding the half order, half plea of Vaskra, Karl-Heinz walked out of the nook they had chated in and walked thru camp like he owned the place, eagerly looking around and after not to much walking, finding the armory and repair facility¡äs.

    Seeing that no one is stopped from just walking up and into the place and just start using the workbench and machines. Karl-Heinz grunts out a greeting and just walks in. The others don¡ät quite notice him entering as Karl then starts to grab random tools and metal parts to see what the mechanics of crafting look like. A bit confused at how deep the crafting system seems to be, Karl starts to work away, trying to do some simple things like sharpening some knifes, cleaning tools and looking at a disassembled gun and trying to see what he can do to fix it,

    On Karl¡äs internal screen every action in the workshop makes small experience points ping away happily and making him smile wide. So lost in his tinkering and trying to figure out how the laws of physics seem to bend ever so often in this Game, he didn¡ät notice that the armory gunsmith walked up to him and looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing.

    ¡°Ssssssssssssoooooooooo why are you in my workshop?¡± came the voice from outside of Karl¡äs focus and almost making him flinch, if not for the bad reaction speed to give him time to suppress that reaction. Behind him was now standing a rather interested and intimidating looking snake woman. Not feeling intimidated and the jump scare shock having blown off, Karl just continues his tinkering task, even if a bit slower as his attention does shift partially to the creature and her breasts, currently pushing into his back. The snake had inched a bit closer after her jump scare had seemed ineffective, so instead she would invade his personal space.

    Karl-Heinz couldn¡ät just ignore the weight of the woman against his back so he answered ¡°oh, just trying the crafting system, fancy stuff you got here, looks like mass produced good enough equipment, I think it could be improved still by at least a bit. I mean all the parts look forged or milled, no stamped parts anywhere and the batteries? look like they could be made to easier be loaded and unloaded to the gun too.¡±

    Not quite buying this confident of a critic on this standard of technical skill she tried to test if this invader of a presumed front line, meat grinder, cannon fodder, foot soldier was just trying to bullshit her way into or out of a situation. ¡°Now if you got such mighty fine ideas, then go ahead and show me what in detail you mean with all that big talk you were just spouting.¡±

    ¡°Eh sure, but what do you mean with that request ?¡± Karl-Heinz thinking to himself ¡äis this my first crafting quest ?, maybe I can get a nice bonus if I do a good enough job at pointing out these obvious technical design flaws ?¡ä ¡°Do you have a PC or drawing board to create blueprints at ?¡±

    ¡°No and nooooo you will have to make due with what you have here¡± came the slightly venomous reply from behind again, to which Karl didn¡ät react and just searched for a clean and empty piece of paper, which he didn¡ät find. The next best thing was that he took a plank of wood that looked like a left over part from construction somewhere and started drawing blueprints with a pencil he found, rather rough blueprints but he slowly managed to refine the idea in his head out into a produce able blueprint over the iteration of sketches and a few more planks.

    While he was quickly lost again in his work, it slowly dawned on theNagasha woman that this intruder was not just spouting big words but was at least a hobby tinkerer and at best a full blown big brain mechanical designer, she didn¡ät know the names of the big named jobs as they usually only cached her ire for making unaccomplishable demands or presenting impractical designs to the equipment raster. ¡äYet this one seems to know what is practical and not just theoretically practical¡ä was what she thought.

    ¡°I still haven¡ät quit figured out how crafting in this game works bit it seems that it is very realistic, which will be a pain in the ass and a blessing¡± Karl-Heinz half monologues and half comments. ¡°Now it seems I got some time left on my hands, so can you maybe show me around your workshop and tell me of the machines that I might have missed ? Oh and what was your name again?¡±

    Flicking her tongue out, trying to get a better read on this creature she notices his lack of axiom presence and also recognizes his lack of emotions, but more importantly she notices him being a he by the amount of pheromones he has given off into the air around him. Before a wave of uncertainty can fully wash over her and condemn her to inaction, she pushes forward to try and claim this price of a man for herself with words that come out way to fast to be called proper speech ¡°Himynameis Sarsa ,,, MARRYMEFUCKME!¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 6 : Crafting/Noodles

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    Chapter 6 : Crafting/Noodles

    Karl-Heinz smiled, he was getting positive attention ! Also it was positive attention from a rather sexy feminine woman creature, but this made his internal red flags and alarm bells shrill out and urge him to the up most caution. ¡°Well hi Sarsa, eeeh I don¡ät know about your commitment of love and sex. No, just no, you are to forward and ,,,, no just to forward, Get to know me first and then try again.¡±

    After dropping this bomb of social skill, with no survivors in sight as now Sarsa was stunned into inaction, Karl-Heinz picks up his stuff and then walks out the workshop to try and avoid that fallout of social backlash. At the same time, Soldiers that were watching were rather confused at the partial information that they just witnessed and didn¡ät stop Karl¡äs departure, not yet realizing his gender,

    Trying to go back to the spot were Karl-Heinz and Vaskra had last met and were able to half hide, still Karl was followed by Sarsa, who had her own reasons to get herself a man. So Karl tried to shake off attention by blending in the usual way and Sarsa abandoned her post and follows Karl all the way to the alleyway whilst being moderately sneaky. Just as it happens both find a worried and slightly pissed Vaskra at the meeting point were she had hoped Karl-Heinz waiting for her.

    Vaskra managed to spot Karl and open up before he could get a word out himself ¡°Where were you ? I had asked you to wait here for me, not run off and get in trouble or get dragged off like you yourself said you would maybe be ?!¡± The volume was not at shouting level, but it was clearly raised and carried the agitation in Vaskra.

    Karl not understanding her urgency ¡°I was off to try crafting, just as planned, the crafting system is really deep.¡± ¡°... And he is my crafting man !¡± Came from Sarsa as she entered the alleyway turned hideout, now turned meeting place. This surprised Karl-Heinz and Vaskra ¡°What are you doing here ?¡± came first from Vaskra as her mood shifted from worried to shocked and shortly after Karl spoke up ¡°Are you not the crafting NPC to stay in the workshop at all times ?¡±

    ¡°Who are you and what is going on here ?¡± was the addition to the slowly increasing chaos of the moment from Sarsa. Both women looked at each other for a while with territorial anger in there eyes. Karl-Heinz was standing out of the gestical line of fire and was a bit confused, then disinterested and tried to walk away. The attempt at removing himself forced these two women into a short truce and both jump / coil hugging him. Karl-Heinz could have maybe won another skirmish with Vaskra as he did so when they had first met, but two on one was more that he could handle unprepared.

    Now that there prize was subdued the staring match continued were it had last been interrupted, but the attempts at projected ownership and superiority over one another was severely hampered by them being both wrapped around each other and Karl in enough layers to make separation of the organic beings by eye or hand a hard or time consuming task. Having less body surface to distract her spoke first ¡°I am gonna be first wive, I was first and he already said yes to impregnate me!¡±

    Sarsa tried to rebuttal parts of the claim with ¡°Being first does not mean you stay first, he clearly has not married you yet and I am much better of a woman to provide and skilled as well, you are looking like a grunt soldier!¡±

    Not having the arguments to try and continue fighting verbally herself, she tries to escalate to the next logical step of such a conflict. Looking at the very confused and aroused Karl-Heinz, Vaskra asks ¡°I am your first wive yes? So should we accept this gun cleaner into the family ?¡± managing to only let a bit of her own insecurity show and uphold a bit of control whilst her panties start to moist from the renewed close contact of Pheromones.

    Sarsa having a similar issue but the added issues of this still being her first encounter of the powerful biochemical messenger in the air and having been exposed to it for a longer uninterrupted time, even if she was more eased into it. So this victory went to Vaskra before Karl got a grip of what exactly was going on and formulate his own asked opinion on the situation he was in. Sarsa then gave in and blurted out ¡°please let me be part of this family, life as a lonely feared gun mechanic is lonely and sad. I just want a part of this happiness and a ticket out of this pointless front-line base.¡±

    Loosening her coils on Karl-Heinz a bit and lowering her head towards the forming confused boner bulge on Karl, she continues ¡°I mean, my body just seems to know that marriage will save me from front-line-service depression.¡± Licking her lips Sarsa slowly starts to grinding herself against the other two.

    Having finally formed an opinion Karl-Heinz starts struggling to free himself. ¡°Now I thought it would be fun to be wanted by every woman I meet, now I see the cursed side of that blessing. Good game, very good, you taught me something. Anyway, Sarsa ...¡± At that Sarsa¡äs head jerks back up to attention as she was almost nuzzling his bulge at that point. ¡°Get your head on strait and get in line, I first meet Vaskra here and we didn¡ät have fun yet.¡± at that Sarsa deflates and slowly starts to untangle herself from that mess. ¡°Next Vaskra ...¡± Now Vaskra shoot to attention but didn¡ät stop smirking in a victorious grin at Sarsa. ¡°How about we grab our stuff and head away from the front line before the entire camp tries to rape marry me?¡±

    Sarsa wanted to answer but Vaskra interjected first ¡°Nope that is a bad plan, the line of the reserve troops is very well controlled, you won¡ät be able to make it thru to the other side unnoticed! But I can hide you, I know how to and got the facility''s to do so!¡±

    Sarsa then managed to answer ¡°I like her plan hubby, lets get you save and hidden and then you can do your thing of planning whilst we build up enough wives to actually be able to make a good life.¡± The implied acceptance of the Nagasha woman made her hearth flutter in blissful happiness.

    ¡°So I end up in a Bunker regardless of what I do ?¡± was the response Karl had to offer. ¡äSo that must be the first real chapter then to train and get the lore dump of the plot further going ¡­. I hope I get to expand the bunker how I want to do it, after all home or rather base expansion aspects of games is fun too and I haven¡ät had a big fight yet in the tutorial so far so maybe this is a first person strategy game ?¡ä

    Sarsa and Vaskra both nodded at Karl-Heinz, he shrugged, nodded back and said ¡°Lead the way oh mighty Naga of the bunker deep¡± Sarsa got a bit confused at that maybe nickname, looked questioning at Vaskra, who then whispered in her ear-holes ¡°he is a bit mentally ill, so just roll with it until we can get that illness worked on.¡±

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    Not having more to say the very merry and wary women and Karl-Heinz make there way across camp and to the backdoor entry of the armory, which is basically the truck unloading area with the big doors. Inside the repurposed building, which was build as a storage barn for a trader or other big boxed goods storage, Sarsa leads them to a separated part of the building that was created by a internally build brick wall and they end up in Sarsa¡äs quarters on base.

    ¡°Tadaaaaaa, you can stay here as no one ever bothers me in my personal room. They have felt my wrath and fear it enough that only the base commanders and there messenger boys call for me. After all all the work is always done on time or was impossible to do. Also they got no replacement for me so I can mostly do as I please.¡± Sarsa beamed in pride at the chance of using her soft power for the benefit of her happiness for the first time.

    Vaskra frowned deeply at this new circumstance ¡°fine ¡­ but I get to fuck him now first and you can watch, but I suspect you got work to do right now in the middle of the day or not?¡± She grabbed Karl-Heinz and was nudging him too the massive Nagasha field bed or rather the clean spot on the ground that was covered in blankets and had a few pillows and more blankets on the side of it.

    ¡°Nope, I am staying and watching, I consider this a break¡± came back from Sarsa. She slithered over to a cooking area of her room and got herself some food from cabins, which she started to eat while she was observing the scene.

    Vaskra smiled at Karl-Heinz and then blushed deep red, as she had no clue how to do it in detail, she only got the brief dead by power point version that someone deemed necessary to show all women in school and a repeat in her boot camp of how to do it save with other women. Supposedly the men would get the full version as that was seen as the easy way to cut more funds in the education system.

    As the two sat there for a longer than a not awkward moment and Sarsa¡äs munching could be heard way to well, Karl took the initiative and started striping down nude. Sarsa followed his lead but was a bit slower, as her clothes had a lot more curves to overcome than Karl¡äs clothes did. So before she could finish dropping her bra and only half having stepped out of her pants, He was all over her and started kissing her with a wild passion.

    His kiss was so potent that it made her gush liquids from both pairs of lips and left her dazed in love and desire. Trying to take a side step to balance herself, Vaskra tripped in her pants, but gladly got caught by Karl-Heinz and eased down onto the blanket covered floor. Moaning into the kiss, her hands started to explore, one was rubbing over her own curves and skin while the other was rubbing over Karl¡äs beer belly in direction of his groin.

    Karl¡äs hands are occupied by holding Vaskra¡äs head in place and while he has learned how to breathe thru his noes while kissing, Vaskra does not and is slowly sinking into that blissful high one gets from lack of oxygen. He continues to kiss her and push his tongue into her willing mouth, playing with her tongue for a bit, before pulling back and letting her catch her breath whilst his hard penis gets absentmindedly brushed against her hand and belly.

    Vaskra regains some of her senses as instincts take over and she rolls ontop of Karl-Heinz, squeezing his penis between them two and letting her fun bags rest on his chest.

    Being happy to have such good company to have fun with and having the fun feel so realistic, Karl-Heinz smiles as wide as he hasn¡ät in years, even shedding a tear of joy. His hands move up to Vaskra¡äs orbs and he starts squeezing and enjoying the sensation of the warm soft flesh, whilst she is busy gathering her thoughts and on autopilot, maneuvering her hips in a way back and forth, to get the penis inside of her waiting vagina.

    With a lucky trust the snake finally found its hole to sink into and Vaskra¡äs moan filled the room like a fire covering a oil spill. This prompted Sarsa to moan along as she elected to start rubbing herself to the live porn performance in front of her.

    Vaskra then went and started to ride Karl¡äs penis as fast as she could, not knowing what she was doing but following what her instincts were urging her to do. Her inner walls were as warm and wet as they were ever going to get and gripping the invader with as much might as they could muster, even creating small vacuums at times when she was rocking upwards.

    Karl was enjoying the ride, no point in fighting the force of nature that was guiding Vaskra¡äs actions, so he layed low under her and enjoyed playing with her breasts whilst every now and again pulling her in for a long kiss when he felt that he was growing close to orgasm to be able to post pone it just a bit longer.

    Vaskra was internally in heaven. Her bliss flooded mind was running on autopilot and nothing but the dick in her and the man, no her man below her mattered anymore. She didn¡ät even see it coming when an orgasm hit her. Her body got faster and her internal walls milked Karl twice as hard, surprising the heck out of Karl-Heinz and getting him to moan in delight as well, as they then both orgasm-ed together.

    Waiting a bit for Vaskra to catch her breath again, Karl-Heinz then gently rolls her off of him and looks around. ¡°Soooooooo you spend or will there be a round 2 ?¡± Looking at no one and giving Vaskra¡äs breast another squeeze.

    With a short ¡°Eeeeeeep¡± Vaskra starts to blush and snuggles up against Karl¡äs arm, not knowing what to do and how to react as she is still riding that orgasm high and feeling tingly all over.

    This pause gets Sarsa going. She slithers over and with the aid of her mostly tail body, lowers herself down onto the free position on top of Karl-Heinz¡äs chest. Perfectly positioning herself with her wet and quivering lips against his penis and her breasts pressed against his chest. ¡°I see there is a room and energy free for me to ssssseal the deal¡± she hisses as she starts to grind against the half hard, but again hardening dick.

    Vaskra still hiding her face and not objecting, Karl grabs the  and pulls her head down for a deep long kiss. Sarsa¡äs tail starts to twitch in excitement like a rattlesnake, but creates no special sounds.

    Also being guided by instinct, Vaskra starts to rock up and down over Karl¡äs body, rubbing and teasing her sensitive spots against him. Quickly getting his penis fully hard again and then having it slip into her fold. This made her moan long and deep as the new sensation of a self heated insertion and pheromone packed pre cum drove the woman to never imagined heights of sexual pleasure.

    Not feeling well just letting his sausage soak in the snake above him, Karl started to wiggle or rather gyrate his hips as to manage short small trusts into her. This again brought Sarsa to not stop with her moaning as the need to breathe shifted over into deep quick pants of exhaled moans and inhaled gasps.

    It didn¡ät take many rubs to get the snake going, but once Sarsa started, the beast was unleashed and the whole of her body coiled around everyone. Whilst wildly humping Karl and squeezing Vaskra into the mess as well, Karl was lost how to participate in this mess of noodle sex and again laid back and enjoyed the ride, using his hands to squeezes and play with the in reach breast of the moment.

    Vaskra was not left out of the fun as somehow the scaled coil¡äs around her rubbed her in all the spots and squeeze her tits against Karl-Heinz and more of the Nagasha body. It was not as intense as having a real penis in her, still it managed to re scratch a just scratched itch.

    Sarsa was lost in her lust. Her mind had gone almost primal as her coils and torso moved on there own and her spirit was just watching, observing and enjoying the emotions along the ride. Every squeeze drove the penis into her, every droplet of pre-cum bound her soul stronger to this, no her man, every twist and wiggle would please her as her breasts were played with or the skin of her lover was touching her. She would never be able to go back it seems, he was her¡äs and she was his.

    Sarsa¡äs mind was so flooded with lust, the effects of human pheromones and exhaustion from the long day of work she had and that revelation chance encounter of meeting a man, that her view of the world had a hard shift. Her mind shattered as she came in that moment, twitching and coiling even faster as she squirted juices down onto Karl¡äs crotch. Her inner walls milked and almost sucked as strong as a cow milker would a teat and forced Karl into his own orgasm.

    Once Sarsa¡äs bliss ended, she crashed in body as well as her mind just did. She collapsed and fell asleep, trapping Karl-Heinz and Vaskra under and in her long body.

    After a few strained tests to wiggle themselves free both just quickly agreed to need to wait this one out and fell asleep themselves. Karl-Heinz did manage to clean the Nagasha mass to try and avoid the smell of sexual fluids, with his axiom spell ¡äYep, I will abuse this spell when ever I can ...¡ä he thought before fading into pleasant dreams.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 7 : Noodles/Foodtimes

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    Chapter 7 : Noodles/Foodtimes

    The Nap took them longer than expected as Sarsa wasn¡ät moving or awoken from anything the two in her coils could do.

    This gave Karl-Heinz time to explore the system some more. So he started trying and testing different command words. He didn¡ät get to far into his testing as a small shift of the snake pile he was in, reminded him of the very enticing lumps of sexual flesh in reach.

    So his focus shifted over to something he couldn¡ät easily play with so far in his life and started to test them and watch out for reactions in the woman around him. Karl was so endlessly happy about playing with something that was out of reach most of his previous life that he lost track of time.

    Without Karl-Heinz noticing it, Vaskra woke up and looked rather pleased down at the hand on her bosom.

    Karl on the other hand was more neutral in his fun, ¡äthis is all just a game so enjoy it while it lasts, man these are well coded touch interactions¡ä. His grabbing did make him a bit horny again, but his snake has been sucked dry for now, so nothing moved down below his belly from this little stimulation.

    Next Sarsa awoke from quick rubs and experimental prodding against her sensitive spots with an alarmed look on her face. ¡°What time is it !?¡± she hissed whilst slowly untangling the cuddle knot she had made.

    ¡°No clue, I don¡ät have a watch or even a view at a window from were I am at¡± Came unhelpful from within the dissolving pile from Karl.

    Speeding up her disengagement Vaskra got her torso cloth back on and was half growling ¡°fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Bitch you better get your own food and stuff together so better get out of my den!¡± Then in an almost bipolar seeming switch to sweetness and cuddles ¡°Hubby, you better stay here while I am busy working, please don¡ät make to much of a mess when you play around oki?¡±

    Vaskra now being on the Nagasha bed on the floor next to Karl-Heinz feels the need to reassert her position as first wive, but a preemptive glare from Sarsa crushes all resolve that she had and stays quiet. Instead she gets up, quietly grabs her things and gets dressed. ¡°I will be back with some food for you lover¡± Smiling brightly and then rushing out the door.

    ¡°Only the best for him !¡± Sarsa shouts after her as she leaves and then twitch jumps forwards half a meter, as Karl pokes her shoulder from behind.

    ¡°Didn¡ät you two want to keep this on the down low that I am here? Why shout?¡± He asked her a bit confused and before she can answer his gaze returns back to his clothes and inspecting the room in more detail.

    ¡°Oh shush, I know what I am doing ¡­ I can yell anyone under the table for looking at me wrong, I will keep you save!¡± Sarsa defends whilst blushing as she realizes this blunder being pointed out by the mentally odd man. ¡°I shall take my leave for now, I still gotta do my work or my home gets gifted to the next bitch in line for my position.¡± With that she slithers away, leaving Karl-Heinz alone in the room.

    ¡äWhat to do next ...¡äHe ponders whilst getting his clothes back on. ¡äMore time for crafting! No better way to grind some early exp that I can think of now, also would be nice to have some time line fitting weapon, or maybe better than what they got here.¡ä

    Not caring about staying oh so hidden, Karl starts roaming the warehouse and starts collecting basic weapons and what ever he can find to use/miss use as tools. Lucky for him, no one sees him and even luckier for him, the items stored are an endless treasure trove of basic weapons, replacement parts, tools for field stripping of the weapons and even a good toolbox that someone left easy enough to find with other hand tools to start his plans.

    ¡°Well you gotta start somewhere¡± Karl-Heinz thought out loud as he started to disassemble the seeming standard ¡ärifle¡ä? that he found in that warehouse. First gentle, pulling, poking, prodding, twisting shaking gentle tapping of the gun to see what came lose first and what started to fall out when he removed the butt-stock and so on.

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    While he tinkered away at this project, exp notifications were flashing by in his vision in a just barely not annoying manner in the corner of his vision. Out of seemingly nowhere a bowl of food materialized next to him, together with a hand on his shoulder from Vaskra.

    ¡°Having a good days work so far ?¡± She asks with a smile on her face.

    ¡°.... eeeeh yes?¡± again not knowing how to answer Karl stammers out these 2 words, then he realizes that this bowl of food was the first real meal he had seen after coming to this place and he is feeling very hungry by now. Laying down the parts and tools in his hands, he shuffles sideways on the chair to place himself in-front of the food.

    Taking a look at the bowl, it looks like a sort of stew, ¡äsimple food, easy to cook in large amounts for many soldiers, shouldn¡ät be too bad ...¡ä is what he thinks before taking the first spoon full and tasting barely anything. ¡°Is my tongue broken or why does this taste like it is less flavored than a rice bag cardboard box? ¡­ do you got any salt by chance ?¡±

    ¡°Yeah that is not the best food we got here in camp but it still tastes good enough to me¡±

    ¡°Tastes ? This has no real taste to me, it tastes like nothing, even plane spring water has more flavor than this ¡­ or is my sens of taste gone ? Still can you maybe get me some salt ?¡± Karl said whilst still eating, hunger just has that ability to shove food down no matter how bad it may be.

    ¡°What is Salt ?¡± was the confused reply from Vaskra at the repeated question.

    ¡°Eh ¡­ do you mean in a chemical sens or just the stuff that I asked for ooooorr do you mean what kind of salt I want ?¡±

    After a short pause to untangle the counter counter question Vaskra sighed and went for what felt like the easiest way to hopefully get answered. ¡°What kind of stuff do you want to add to your food?¡±

    ¡°The most basic spice ? Or is salt somehow expensive or holy ? Hmmm lick my face!¡±

    ¡°Spices, we got them but the cooks hoarding them just as tight as a nation hoard there shared husband! And I don¡ät want to die trying to steal on of the few luxury¡äs that people enjoy around here ¡­. officer people enjoy around here¡± leaning in closer Vaskra kisses Karl-Heinz on his lips.

    In return he kisses her back but before she can retreat fully he drags his tongue over Vaskra¡äs face in a long quick stroke. ¡°Hmmm ¡­ you are very clean this morning, I taste almost nothing on your skin¡±

    Recoiling in shocked confusion at being licked out of the blue, Vaskra responds with a meek ¡°Thanks ?¡±

    ¡°Yeah that is half of a response of what people usually give me after the licking move.¡± Having a short break in his speaking as Karl spoons more of his food. ¡°Anyway if you don¡ät have salt as a spice, what else do you have ? Maybe I can spice this one up next time¡± He picks up the bowl and proceeds to empty the rest of his meal by drinking it straight down.

    Vaskra again not knowing how to react to this new oddity of Karl-Heinz, again gets hit by a new wave of pheromones, not as strong as her first encounter, still the saliva on her cheek and in her mouth from the kiss make her quiver in arousal.

    ¡°Sooooooo ¡­. what are you doing there?¡± Vaskra tried to shift the topic and at the same time push her breasts against Karl¡äs arm, slowly starting to grind against him.

    ¡°Oh ! Yeah I am trying to learn how your laser pew pew ¡­ eh rifle works, looks like magic.¡± Taking a closer look at the simplistic parts and slightly wobbling set up caused by most likely big tolerances, ¡°and duck-tape.¡± Picking up the half disassembled space musket and shaking it, hearing half of it¡äs insides start to jingle like a wind-chime. ¡° a looooooooooooooooooooooooot of duck-tape.¡±

    Looking confused at this non revelation Vaskra points out ¡° but when it is sealed up it works just fine and keeps on working until smashed to pieces ¡­ at least that is how most know the S4 so far and mine was that way too.¡± Slowly she increases her grind against his arm in pressure and her face moves closer to his ear, gently breathing against him.

    ¡°Might be so ¡­ still making these things jingle less could most likely make them more resilient and i hope better guns too, how ever this space magic works can¡ät be helped by also working as duck-tape part time¡± Internally enjoying the closeness of a willing seeming female does reach Karl-Heinz brain, but now is project time and he isn¡ät done making much progress just yet.

    ¡°Now, why don¡ät you continue working on your little project after some snuggles with me ?¡± Squeezing his arm in between her breasts, stressing her current choice of chest covering clothes. Leaving in and sniffing his hair and letting out a long low moan from the excitement.

    With a jerk of his arm Karl fails to dislodge Vaskra from gripping him, ¡°begone wench!¡±.

    Realizing that he failed to fully dislodge Vaskra from his arm, Karl-Heinz tries a second time. ¡°Begone ¡­ wench?¡± Still he fails again as the grip just tightens even more. Next he starts to hear slight whimpering from his unwanted arm-candy. Sighing in frustration as this feels like it was stolen out of one of the oh to many manga and or anime love scenes, he tries to fix this with blunt logic, his mightiest and only social tool.

    Sounding rather annoyed by the situation Karl then says, like one would respond to there mother when just being ordered to clean ones room. ¡°Yes Waifu number 1, we can have sex after I am done with my day of work, yes waifu one you are still my first woman, yes my lover bird I really want to be with you, no waifu there is no other girl in my live but you ¡­. ¡° in his rattling down of semi fitting responses Karl drifts of track and just goes thru his mental list of cliche scenes he has stored in his head.

    Sniffing in a idle droplet of nasal slime,¡äWhat am I doing here!? I am the Woman in the room, I need to try and be the strong one! Not break down into a sniffling mess!¡ä Vaskra goes into the position of Parade Rest. ¡°Your plan sounds good, continue on. I will be right back!¡± She says with a forced but confident tone.

    To try and gain some distance to fully collect herself again, to make some more preparations and to get some of her actual soldier work done, that she still has to do. She loses her posture and then speed walks out the room.

    Only to be stopped by a wall of muscle at the open door, looking down at her and into the room.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 8 : Foodtimes/Muscle

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    Chapter 8 : Foodtimes/Muscle

    That wall of muscle at the door then shoves into the room and almost pushes into Vaskra again.

    Vaskra for her part goes into a state of panic, turns around, runs for the workstation and grabs and aims one of the mostly assembled guns from the table.

    "Hey ! I wasn¡ät done with that one and who are you big fluff ball ... shark ?" Karl gets up and turns around and watches as the Cannidor bows down to get thru the door and into the room.

    This new space babe turns out to be more than a exposed set of short fur covered abbs, she is close to 3m tall when standing up straight and has a almost 2m tail with shark characteristics thru out the back of her body. Her body shape is not a hourglass bit more a day-glass as her hips struggled to get thru the door frame whilst here chest was thankfully bouncy enough to take not the door frame along for the ride.

    Starting at the head she has a shark shaped maw with just as many sharp triangular white teeth. Unlike a shark she does have long thick ears that communicate emotions better than her lacking facial muscles, when compared to a human or Tret. Her deep blue eyes scan the room and male before her with a black slit in the middle like a cat eye. The mane of Thick hair on the top of hear head goes down to in between her shoulder blades.

    Her body is completely covered in thick, short blue fur with white tiger stripes. Her hands and paws

    "Seems like this is the right room, that slick weapons slither bitch of a father humper wasn¡ät lying then. So here is the deal, I say what happens here now and you are my stud now." Turning to look at Vaskra "Put that toy away, you should know that you got more chance hurting yourself than me with that excuse of a stick you are holding."

    Maintaining her stance and holding the gun steady aimed at the invading alien babe, sporting a way to big toothy grin of confidence, Vaskra returns "He is mine and Sarsa¡äs, i am first Woman, if you want in you go thru me!"

    Before the pair could continue there seemingly one sided posturing for dominance, Karl piped up "Do you even lift ?"

    This confused the new woman and made her tilt her head in confusion "What ? ..."

    "Oh just the first thing that came to mind, you look like you are often in the gym training, you don¡ät seem that you don¡ät lift weights while training, but oh well wanted to say it and did so. Now why try to force me to love you ? That shouldn¡ät end well for you, i mean if you force me to live with you long enough eventually my spite will end up finding a way to escape or kill you, yes ?"

    This made the blue giant stagger back a bit in confusion, thinking for a moment and then going down to all fours, walking casually over to Vaskra, with a fixed gaze on Karl-Heinz. He deemed the encounter over and refocused on working around on the tinker project on the table.

    Leaning in to the perceived non threat of Vaskra, the new woman whispers "he is not quite here in the head, is he?"

    Seeing her only chance to win the fight , Vaskra smashes the butt-stock of her rifle onto the leaning head of the shark near her, only for her to not even flinch and her weapon to crumble to pieces from the impact and missing covering plates, of the internals of the gun, holding the components usually in place.

    Looking mildly annoyed but not shifting her gaze to acknowledge the attack ¡°would you stop that ? I am trying to fix a man here!¡±

    ¡°And I am trying to protect my Husband here!¡± Vaskra yelled into the ear so near to her, then tries to hug the neck of the new woman to try something of a choking hold.

    The Cannidor just brushes her of and walks over to look over the shoulder of Karl-Heinz to see what he is doing. ¡°oooh a gun tinkerer, what are you making there handsome ?¡± her words were honey sweet and dripping a bit with sexual anticipation. Then she turned her head around and gave a dead glare at Vaskra, who was trying to inflict damage by beating the back of the Cannidor woman with the biggest chunk of her scrapped rifle, which made Vaskra go stiff and reflect on her poor plan of action.

    ¡°making ? Na atm I am trying to learn how this space magic works and then THEN ! ¡­. then I will see what I can maybe do for cool stuff. I mean a fork of fireballs would be funny or a toothbrush that inverts trenches into small hills. Hehehehehehe¡± Karl-Heinz didn¡ät look up or change his movements in any way as he fiddled with copper wires and trying how the Axiom rune¡äs work by trying to power them from the battery magazines.

    Whit a little bit of a thud in the ground, the ass of the massive woman meets the floor next to Karl¡äs chair and her interest seems as focused on the tinkering as Karl is. ¡°I loooooove weapons, but the ones we get are never me sized or in any way much useful, so usually I get handed a chunk of metal and get pointed to walk over and clean up a line of screaming women or another Cannidor ¡­ that is thrilling, but it could be so much better than this monotone repeat of daily activity''s until I eventually die.¡±

    While the two chat at the table, Vaskra is standing defeated in the middle of the room, needing a bit of time to reprocess the situation.

    ¡°Won¡ät your head get blown of if one of these or a bigger one is aimed at you ?¡± Karl asks whilst gesturing at the weapon in front of him.

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    ¡°Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa my fur and that of any Cannidor are special, we don¡ät take any damage from lasers or other heat.¡± The Cannidor by now grinning wide in joy of this social interaction.

    ¡°Oooooh that is so cool! What about cold ? Does cold hurt you ? Or electricity ? Or Kinetic ? Or radiation ? Or Sound ? Or Chemical attacks ? Or the flames of a fire on you ?¡±

    ¡°Slow down there chump, I don¡ät even know what half of the things are, that you just asked of me.¡± The Shark grin turning into a confused but curious look.

    ¡°Oki oki less autism, nerd speech then ¡­ hmmmm can you still be poisoned ? Does it hurt when I bonk, or stab or hit you ? What when a lightning strikes you ? Radiation ¡­. do you know what X-rays are ?¡± Whilst talking Karl stopped fiddling with his contraption, focusing on the conversation and not noticing his copper wires starting to glow and smoke a bit.

    Going back to grinning the shark answers ¡°Oooooh you can stab me with your stick anytime.¡± Earning her a weak hit to the head.

    ¡°No bad shark, you go to horny jail¡±

    Blinking in confusion she looked at him. ¡°You are very weird, and way to happy. What are you even ?¡± Fixating Karl in a glaring stare.

    Standing up and taking a step back to be able to bow towards the half sitting, half almost laying Cannidor. ¡°Your usual urban nerd mechanic complete package deal including loneliness, bad social skills and poor hygiene, hide your snakes or they are mine.¡± Lifting himself back up again and booping the snout of the woman. ¡°It feels good to be wanted, even if this feels sexist and rather fake with this being a game and all. But hey force once having a dick is a superpower outside of just porn games ! I mean look at how deep the crafting system goe ...¡±

    He didn¡ät manage to finish his little speech as the workstation went up in a big enough boom to blind, stun and deafen Karl-Heinz to the floor. His sens of touch still worked and he felt tender caring and slightly shaking hands, with soft furry touch to them, roam over his body.

    The woman next to him got hit as well, but had lucky for her, not looked directly at the flash, also her bigger mass and more secure position on the floor made her keep her posture. Her ears were ringing anyway and her vision was blurry and covered in white spots.

    Looking around she quickly realized that her man was laying on the floor not grunting or groaning, just laying and twitching a bit. ¡°Hoi wait , are you ok ?¡± Gently checking him over and moving him around to try and get him to wake up again.

    A few to long seconds and worried touches and gentle claw pokes later, Karl-Heinz groaned and moved more than what until then could be misinterpreted as toddlers first movements, now it had purpose as he tried to roll over on his belly to try and get up. ¡°uuuuurg, this was a unexpected flash-bang, lucky me, fells like I got a good sunburn out of it toooo.¡±

    ¡°Good goddess, I thought I lost my love of my life and baby machine just there ! No one out here ever has seen a man, you are mine and you are to not be harmed ever!¡± Picking Karl of the ground and hugging him against her chest with a bit more force than what would usually qualify as ¡°gently¡±.

    ¡°Fuuuuck that stings, oooh so soft here ¡­ yay level up!¡± He said whilst being at the same time irritated from the touches on his irritated and slightly burned skin, soothed from the touch of the soft almost luxurious fur and able to see a notification whilst his vision is still mostly blurry.

    ¡°You are weird, do you need a medic ? Is your maleness intact ?¡± releasing the grip and now handling him like a rag-doll in front of her face, she looks closely at his crotch. As she tries to pull the pants out of the way for a closer look, she gets another hit on her head:

    ¡°Noooo, horny jail again! Bad shark, now is not play time¡± Karl-Heinz protests and now wiggles in a less than coordinated attempt to free himself out of her grip on him.

    ¡°Hey ! I was just checking that the most important part of you was still save and working!¡± Which earned her yet another hit, still with not enough force to do anything but be irritating.

    ¡°Excuses! Horny jail I say!¡± Karl counters with a big grin and giggling to himself. ¡°Who are you even ? And why are you here ? Did waifu 2 snaky boogaloo get tortured to an answer and them dumped in a carrot hole ?¡± By now his vision was mostly good again and his ears were only slightly whistling.

    ¡°You really are fucked in the head ¡­ Well I am Tris your new first wife, and no Nagasha lady is still your wife, she is useful, I can use her.¡± Tris was now putting him down on the ground again and patting him down to dust him of a bit. Now getting a bit bothered from her hornyness she urges again ¡°now make me your wife, you are so deep in heat that my nether will suck you dry !¡±

    Hitting Tris head might not make any damage on the physical level, but is now showing some psychological effects as her grin turns into a frown. ¡°No bad shark, bad ¡­ You gotta think of this not with your own needs but beyond them ! When you rule by force, what happens the moment you turn your back and don¡ät threaten, they rise up and send you to horny jail ¡­ or just kill you.¡±

    Taking a step back from her and going back to the workstation Karl-Heinz continued. ¡°You know when you work with others you gotta be nice to them and they will be with you much more easily, also you might not feel so dammed lonely.¡± sighing deep and long ¡°what even is the position of first woman, wife, waifu anyway ? What is the work she has to do and what does she get out of the position ? And how the fuck is the magazine still intact ! I thought it blew up!¡±

    His focus back on the tinkering and cleaning the mess a bit his earlier mishap created, Tris began to try and think on the words Karl had given her.¡±Wait, the magazine is untouched ? Make me boom packs with them!¡± and they are back at it as if they knew each other for much longer than just these few minutes.

    They continue on working together for hours, with regular food runs supplied from a timid and very contemplating Vaskra, until Sarsa returns into the room. During that time Karl-Heinz just kept going, powering on and on with mental fortitude that after a while tired out Tris.

    ¡°Urrrg, my head hurts, I am gonna go take a nap, wake me when something happens or you are ready for sex.¡± Without an answer or even waiting for one, Tris walks over to the now seemingly communal Nagasha bed and goes to sleep.

    Muttering to himself, whilst Vaskra saw her chance to get close to her man again and moved closer. Karl-Heinz talked to himself ¡°Now what were these notifications ? ¡­. hmmmm¡±. Going thru them he read them slowly and then learned that he got an update to his stats and a new spell for his efforts.

    Height 1,90m

    Weight 115kg

    Age 34 Years

    Species Human

    Gender Male

    Name Karl-Heinz Schmidt

    Strength 12

    Dexterity 9

    Constitution 18

    IQ 17

    Knowledge 11

    Charisma 5

    Axiom 1

    Skills Non detected

    Ability''s Starting Axiom Adept.

    Novice crafter.

    Contribution Cause of minor turmoil in the military camp.

    Class Warrior, Spear-man

    Starting Bonus Ever improving

    Quests Make sure your Family works.

    Choose a first wife.

    Defeat Tris.

    Produce a worthwhile weapon for Tris.

    Leaving out a long sigh he thought out loud ¡°And here I start learning crafting again from 0 ¡­ yay me for grinding, well at least I don¡ät have to work for 3 months on file a U-steel into shape again ¡­ oooooh my stats went up a bit fuck yeah, this counts as a win and I even got a point in Axiom.¡±

    Vaskra was just quiet and enjoying her time with Karl-Heinz, crouching there mystified and drinking in his every move. Internally she was happy again for having him as a husband, otherwise worrying about all the woman competition for first wive position and Tris pushing others out of the marriage.

    ¡°Now ¡­ no skill points to assign ,,,, so I gotta grind every skill I want to get better at. Well what do we have here, oh a new spell ? ¡äCrafting¡ä? Oki no real good description¡± with a ¡°hmmm¡± he tried casting the spell but nothing happened, then he tried to imagine a door hinge and the spell actually started to work.

    The metal of random parts of the disassembled guns and tools then moved by themselves until enough mass of metal bundled together into the imagined door hinge. It didn¡ät even take long and was done in just as quick a pace as Karl-Heinz imagined it would take.

    ¡°Fuck yeah! Cheat skills !¡± Jumping up and running around in the room, Karl was happy flailing his arms.

    Vaskra was just stunted and looking very closely at the simple mechanical part in front of her. Picking the piece up and fiddling with it a bit to find that the hinge was moving perfectly.

    ¡°Vaskra can you help me a bit? I need more metal for this one¡± Standing next to the door out of the room with an evil smile on his face whilst Tris was sleeping like a rock on the bed.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 9 : Muscle/Reorganizing

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    Chapter 9 : Muscle/Reorganizing

    As Karl-Heinz and Vaskra were standing over the still sleeping Tris, both grinning from ear to ear at the plan that had formed not long ago. Standing next to a sizable pile of scrap metal and empty metal boxes that were looted from the warehouse from Karl and from the camp by Vaskra, the plan was ready to go.

    Not wanting to wake the shark with stupid evil person monologues, Karl-Heinz started his power and activated his newest spell ¡°Crafting¡±. The metal started to fly towards the sleeping muscle buity and started to flow around her limbs, neck and maw. A few short seconds after the motion started, all was calm again. Half of the metal dragged into position stayed unused and now Tris was wearing a precision forged arm, leg and maw restraining set of metal binders, molded around her body as if cast out of wax and capturing even the single strands of hair of her fur.

    Tris eyes shot open as she started to realize what was happening and seeing both of them smiling down at her. Mumbling thru an unmoving jaw ¡°what are you doing, I am the one who says what happens !¡± with a fair share of restrained jaw suppressed anger in her voice. ¡°Release me ! And then we can have sex.¡±

    ¡°Nope I defeated you and now I get my reward¡± Karl said as he looked at his notifications and saw that he in fact did not get any rewards in points or skills, just some intangible ¡ägood job¡ä and ¡ähonor +5¡ä message, causing him to curse and mumble in frustration.

    Vaskra on the other hand had more cruel ideas in mind ¡°Lover!, lets have sex on her to really show her who is first wife or we could shave her fur and ¡­ and and. ¡± Going over the possibility of infinite options, left her blank of what actually to pick.

    Defeated from the non reward of his quest, Karl then misuses his captive fur shark as a bean sack chair. He looked at Vaskra ¡°If you want to torture her, then you got many options, but for what reason ? To be a sadist ? To just gloat ? Yeah gloating sounds like a good idea.¡± Whilst said ¡äChair¡ä was glaring daggers at everyone in sight and thumping the ground rhythmically with her tail.

    ¡°Come get over here, I will show you the real pro gamer move !¡± this was followed by a longer and more than necessary in details, description of what T-bagging and T-posing is and how to perform these activity''s on a helpless defeated foe.

    Vaskra didn¡ät understand these meme ways of gloating, but found joy in doing them anyway, even more so as the anger of Tris reached a nice fever pitch, with muscles straining with all there physical might, until reluctant resentment replaced it and a defeated broken look came to her face.

    The ideas of what to do with ¡°the shark in horny jail¡± didn¡ät run dry until Sarsa returned. ¡°What the hell did you guys do to Tris? And why are you still here ?¡± She asked looking at Vaskra.

    ¡°I am first wive and I am just were I need to be to defend this man from bad influences and bad women !¡± Vaskra returned with the push of high moral of the victory over the Cannidor walking tank.

    ¡°Eh, she was a bully cunt and didn¡ät listen to what ever I tried to tell her. So I subdued her in her sleep. Muscle for brains should learn a bit this way, maybe she will start to listen when I got more to say. Also not a fan of rape or overly pushy sex, gotta get stuff done some times.¡± Karl-Heinz shurgged and dismissed the conversation, going over to the workbench were he started to tinker on something.

    Vaskra entered the room completely and closed the door behind her with her tail, dropped the bags of food she had brought with her and took a closer look at the slightly hopefully, still defeated Tris on the ground. She inspected the Solid metal shackles binding the Cannidor and the different metals that shine like they were molten together like different colored lumps of wax.

    ¡°Our hubby is awesome! He managed to bend metal to his will with his axiom adept powers !¡± Vaskra gloated whilst standing on the flank of Tris and looking down at Sarsa and Tris.

    ¡°Did he say when he is going to release Tris again ?¡± Sarsa asked whilst pulling and trying to find a way to open the restricting block of metal.

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    ¡°No, but I think you can ask him that yourself when he shows you what he currently is trying to make.¡± Turning around Vaskra pointed at Karl letting metal parts take shape.

    Leaving the food and Vaskra behind, Sarsa slithered over to Karl-Heinz. ¡°Hello hubby, how was your day so far?¡± Quoting from a story she once heard as to how to start a conversation, before going into the more conflicting issues on her mind. She curiously looked at the things he was assembling into a bigger construct.

    ¡°Day was fine so far, got shit done and managed to start teaching some stuff to the shark lady ¡­ I hope. Oh and you might not be interested in this crossbow here, but I got this shitty rail-gun ready to test fire! No clue how to make bullets in this game world, but simple bolts and rods are no issue with this new cheat skill/spell¡± As he speaks he points at the all metal crossbow and its bolts, then slaps the last few parts of the rail-gun into place and slots one of the rifle magazines in a just stolen magazine frame of a rifle.

    Not knowing how to handle this she tries to shift the focus over to her original intentions and put this aside for later. ¡°You sure are quite crafty, but say what is your plan with Tris? She did want to enter the marriage and protect you. She is the best fighter here on this front line even.¡±

    ¡°Eeeeeh she failed to be nice in any way and came of as a bully, so I thought she just wanted to bully me around like she hinted at doing with you. You sure I can trust her ? She still has a lot she should learn.¡± Karl lifted the rail-gun up and loaded a small lump of steel into a form fitting spot in the back of the frame. ¡°Got a place to try and test fire this lump of scrap ?¡±

    ¡°Can you please let Tris free? She learned her lesson and ¡­ ¡° her voice got just a bit louder as if to try and let the Cannidor listen in too, ¡° ¡­ she will from now on try her best to listen to what you have to say. If not for reason, then at least for her own good.¡±

    ¡°sounds good enough for me¡± He responds whilst rising from his seat, casually walking over to Tris and reshaping the metal into a half stylish half practical plate armor over her arms, legs, neck and in a corset like shape around her belly. There also formed a helmet like plate on top of her head and down her snout, all the way to her nostrils, looking very familiar to a head plate a horse would wear in their plate armor.

    Tris was confused and started to look at her new shiny armor. As she rose from the ground, Vaskra jumped backwards, got some distance to the Cannidor and stood in front of Karl-Heinz to shield him from harm.

    ¡°This is awkward ¡­ get to me when you finished sorting your thoughts.¡± Then Karl just turned away , grabbed his rail-gun and tried to go out of the room. This plan failed as Tris and Sarsa blocked his way. ¡°What ?¡± He asked and just stood there looking at both of them.

    Tris and Sarsa both tried to speak, but Tris read the room and held Sarsa¡äs maw shut with one of her hands. ¡°You are weird, who are you and what is fucked with your head?¡±

    ¡°Sure we can do introductions, I am Karl-Heinz and I am your usual gamer nerd, herbivore lonely metal worker, who is enjoying playing this game and messing with npc¡äs. Does this make a lot of sence ? Most likely not, but this is fun so I don¡ät care. Hell the sex mechanics are so fun I don¡ät mind being in a game. Only the quests in this game are a bit shit, they give no use full rewards. So I will grind until I am op!¡±

    Karl waits for a response, he has to wait longer than he expected as everyone else in the room just goes wide eyes and the non verbal conversations between them take a whole minute until Tris speaks up again. ¡°So this is a game to you ?¡±

    ¡°Yes! Isekai crap never happens in real life, I am in a game or in a coma and dreaming all this shit. I think my coma dreams would be way to chaotic to form anything this coherent, so game it is,¡±

    This was followed by more silence, which Karl used to look over the railgun some more and make some alterations, spotting and trying to solve some maybe issues before they become problems. As his exit to test the gun was still blocked he even tried to form some sort of magazine for the rail-gun bolts to self load into the gun.

    Vaskra pulled the others into a whispered group talk, hoping for Karl not to listen in. ¡°He has been that way since I found him near the front. I wanted to bring him to one of the priestesses that they might know how to heal his mind. ¡­ he also said he got some mental illnesses I think It was aasperg or something and that he has bad social skills.¡±

    They all looked at each other, looked at Karl, then nodded to each other feeling like they agreed to a plan.

    Vaskra stepped aside to try and guide Karl out, as she wanted to appease him until she could bring a priestess.

    Sarsa moved closer and coiled around his walking path, as she wanted to further analyse him and see what she herself might be able to fix.

    Tris stepped next to Karl-Heinz, put an arm on his shoulder and pulled him in to a quick kiss, as she was very horny and still have had no sex with him.

    He enjoyed the kiss for a short while, then pulled his head back and hit the armor plate on top of her head again. ¡°You just came out of horny jail ! I told you later, I wanna try this boomstick first.¡± Then he tried to free himself from Trises love and tried for the door again.

    This time he managed to exit the room, only to be stopped by a faster Sarsa, coiling around him and trying to be as protective motherly as a sexyfied snake woman could look. ¡°Say do you have a goal were you want to try that creation ?¡±

    ¡°Easy, you are a military camp, somewhere you gotta have a shooting range to train your troops and or to try if your guns fire again¡±

    The expression of ¡°that would seem to be a good idea¡± could be seen on Vaskra and Sarsa faces as Tris was just mentally recovering from her latest rejection and rethinking her tactics.

    ¡°Were to oh great gun Waifu ?¡± He grinned at Sarsa, while the others flanked his sides to make a triangle formation around Karl, looking a little confused at his latest display of weird displaced culture.

    Sarsa thought hard on this one and then she pointed at Tris saying ¡°Sandbag duty, we set up a spot to shoot at on the roof.¡± Then she pointed at Vaskra ¡°You too sandbag duty, but you swing the shovel while Tris carry''s him.¡±

    Tris starts to grin and get jumpy at these commands, ushered to her with the authority of someone who has a plan and confidence of pulling it of.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 10 : Reorganizing/ Interruption

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    Chapter 10 : Reorganizing/ Interruption

    The work of setting up a shooting range went off quite well at the start. Sarsa was smart enough to keep Karl-Heinz busy by critiquing and inspecting his creations and keeping his mind in ever more small improvements on the rail gun, untested as it is. Still as the test range wasn¡ät done yet, Karl had no better idea until his wife or wife''s were done being nice to him.

    This let something in Karl-Heinz pop into a realization ¡°Waaaaait, why not just go and bewitch the whole camp to be my harem and I can then do as I please ?¡±

    ¡°No, that is a very bad idea hubby, that isn¡ät save. We will make sure you stay save and do this nice and steady.¡± Sarsa answered, gently petting his head and rubbing against his feet and legs with her coils around him.

    ¡°Yeah, getting to know each of you at least a little bit is most likely part of a forced plot to not waist all the endless hours of character crafting some poor sod had to do in his writing dungeon. You look rather tired, how was your work day ?¡± He tried to be a bit social again.

    Before he could get an answer from a tired and blushing Nagasha, the door swung open and two exhausted looking beings entered the room.

    Vaskra striped naked and laid down in the Nagasha pillow area or rather collapsed and let dust and grime get everywhere.

    Tris walked over to Karl, hugged him in a genuine hug, only slightly stronger than necessary. Then swiftly let go of him and jumped backwards to get some safety distance. ¡°No more horny jail, but now is the time right ? Days work is over right ?¡± She says with a pleading and slightly scared expression on her body.

    Karl just shrugs, looks at the long shadows he can see in the warehouse thru the open door. ¡°Yeah looks like it, no point in shooting when one can¡ät see shit. Also I am tired. Also good that you learned something gun waifu, what was your name again?¡±

    ¡°Tris !¡± an over enthusiastic Cannidor happily informed with a few more than necessary decibels to her voice, standing a bit straighter and with a big smile on her face for the oh so desired attention of a man.

    ¡°Oki Tris, you get first bump, after that it is who ever is quickest on the gun... eh on my gun for round 2 and so on. So shall we begin ?¡± Using his cheat ability of ¡°clean¡±, Karl-Heinz gave them all and himself a wash to get rid of what ever unpleasant dirt could have been there.

    Tris smiling wide as she can with her shark maw, then went into a speedy frenzy to try and remove her cloths and plate armor. Sadly for her, plate armor parts don¡ät like to be removed easy or as fast as Tris desired to do now, especially as her clothes were restricted under the armor parts. This resulted in metal scratching noises as her claws failed to fully grab the delicately sized locking parts of the different plates and made everyone wince to the sound it created when a scratch was formed on the polished surfaces.

    Not long after the bystanders started fearing for hearing damages, helpful hands began to aid Tris in the task of correctly and methodically removing and storing the plates of armor out of tripping distance.

    Well one pair of hands helped, a second pair looked and learned the method of removal, then removed a leg plate and started to study it a bit, the last pair of hands rather concentrated on the important things and made the bed as comfy as one could make a blanket on a simple soft ish piece of dirt and a small amount of old simplistic pillows.

    ¡°By the way are you all virgins ?¡± Karl asked whilst working on the other leg plate.

    Tris tried to blush as hard as she could, in her inability to blush, but substituted her attempt by false bravado and a fake big ish grin ¡°Not long anymore!¡±.

    ¡°Figures by how thirsty you all are.¡±

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    ¡°I AM NOT THIRSTY!¡± came the reply from Sarsa. Paired with a brief second of a death glare that morphed into a shocked one at realizing who she just yelled at. ¡°Sorry my baby, I reacted poorly to my lover¡± lowering her head and torso in shame and approaching Karl at a half high stance in an attempt to apologies and beg for forgiveness.

    Then the walls started to rumble. Karl, didn¡ät registered it, everyone else was up on there feet and back in there clothes in seconds and swearing in there own little flavor of curses. With a sigh of resignation Karl asked ¡°let me guess the base is getting attacked ?¡±.

    Ignoring Karl¡äs question Sarsa jumped into a commanding stance and started bellowing orders ¡°Vaskra scout what is going on, Tris body guard duty on Karl-Heinz, I will go and hand out weapons to try and keep our cover, if the base is falling we meet at the back end trench of the base out of sight of the gate.¡± Then turning to her Husband ¡°please honey stay here with Tris and stick to her if you need to flee¡± Then she steals a quick kiss on his lips, shudders a bit from the arousal that follows that hit of pheromones and slithers away out of the room.

    Vaskra looks pissed as all hell about being ordered around while she is first wife, but sees that this is not the time to argue, grabs her things and runs out the door.

    Tris slumps down on the ground and frowns in deep frustration ¡°this is boring and so unsexy it could freeze hell!¡± Then her gaze wanders over the room and ends on Karl-Heinz. ¡°So what would you like to do while we wait ?, maybe squeeze in a quick ride hmmm ?¡± Grin starting to reemerge on her face.

    ¡°Eh sure, so you are my pony now and we charge the enemy together ?¡± He asked with a slight smile on his face.

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    This was not really what Tris had hoped for as she now wore a new shape of the metal that was used to bind her and then was turned into armor. The contraption now secured to her body was a saddle one would normally find on beasts of burden to carry bitches around, but now she was that beast of burden.

    ¡°Now you are my noble steed hahahahaha, wait I need my test railgun too !¡± He said stopping mid mounting and instead jumps back down and runs over to grab the gun and as much battery packs and other stuff as his hands can carry. ¡°Good thing I added lots of boxes to this saddle! You never can have to much storage space¡± With another use of his craft spell he ads a holding rack for the railgun, a tube that is big enough to hold almost any form of long object. Then starts to mount the landshark steed for real.

    ¡°You do know that the way I fight is to run right at the enemy and then crush them between my claws as I go berserk, right ? Is that a place for a male ?¡±

    ¡°Oh shush, war is a game to you anyway so let me share in on your game will you, it is boring alone in a room.¡± Karl-Heinz quips back and flicks at one of her ears.

    ¡°yeah ¡­ but I don¡ät want to lose my piece of meat hubby¡±

    ¡°Then do a good job my noble steed and I shall mount you afterwards !¡± Karl exclaims with too great enthusiasm whilst grabbing on to the hand holds of the saddle.

    ¡°You will be grounded if you get even as much as a scratch on you!¡± Tris then moves out of the room on all fours and even has to go a little lower than that as she squeezes out of the normal sized doors.

    Outside it is organized chaos, one side of the camp is looking like a disco party with to many laser effects and people screaming and running equipment to the front, whilst the other side is pure chaos as the women get woken up, thrown out of bed and rushed to the other side to try and defend there military camp. In between people are rushing to the warehouse they are standing besides and exiting with boxes, inter mingled with runners carrying nothing but there simple equipment seemingly tasked to convey messages to the different hot spots of activity.

    ¡°Oh the bees are busy working there asses off already, lets see how we can sting the invader of our hive¡± Karl-Heinz said with a bit of glee in his voice, pulling out and fiddling with the railgun.

    ¡°Oh sure thing hubby!¡± came back from Tris as she started into a gallop to the front were the stray laser shoots were flying the most.

    As the due got closer to the edge of the camp it became clear that this was a trench shoot out, at knife fighting distance. Not that they were fighting with knifes all the time, but that the two fighting lines were 60m apart from each other, which baffled and amused Karl. So he took advantage of that gift-horse ¡°Hoi TRIS, stop here I wanna try to shoot my electro boomstick from here to see how well I duck-taped this together¡±

    Not quite sure of how to react, Tris stopped and curiously turned her head sideways to glimpse at what her man was trying to do. What he ended up doing was to take the gun and pull the trigger followed by some slight metallic and energy groaning and human groaning.

    Mumbling to himself ¡°of course I would first have plus and minus mixed up!¡± a short second later he pulled the trigger again, this time followed by a ear-piercing shriek, squeal and zipping of something fast thru the air, which in turn got followed by a unlucky body turning into a spray of red chunks.

    ¡°oooh what a lucky hit, not at all were I aimed at but eeeh work in progress¡± Karl mumbled whilst again using his ability to tinker on his weapon.

    ¡°I want one too!¡± Tris proclaims with wide eyes and a very big grin, turning her head to side eye her passenger. Who was already aiming again and creating more red chunks in the sea of battle screams and laser fire.

    ¡°Slowly getting there¡± can be heard as he tinkers on the gun.

    Tris for her part was fascinated by her possible newest toy and laid down on the ground, almost oblivious to the slaughter happening not far from her. Still she keeps an eye on the battle as they have now very much been noticed and movements are happening on the enemy side.

    Another shoot, no hit this time as the bolt hits dirt and lets it spray in a more than concerning way.

    ¡°Close but not quite yet, oih stop wiggling or it will stay with a crooked aim!¡±

    ¡°No time hubby, gotta move or gotta risk you getting into melee.¡± Tris declares as she gets up and walks parallel to the front line to a more defended looking position. Already being approached by a few girls that look like orders runners. ¡°Ok now the friendly''s are getting to close¡± she lamented and started to gallop along the front-line , trying to avoid being approached.

    Sadly it was for naught as a rather fancy and clean woman stepped up into Tris¡äs way and with a voice just laud enough to be heard commanded ¡°Sargent Tris, unhand my husband and charge the enemy''s !¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 11 : Interruption/Escape

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    Chapter 11 : Interruption/Escape

    ¡°Well just nope to that¡± Karl-Heinz countered the important commanding officer in-front of Tris. ¡°Not gona try if friendly fire works so instead I just gona book it¡± He continues whilst sliding down the side of the stun shocked Tris, who is clearly struggling to decide what to do in this situation. ¡°Fuck yourself commander¡± He calls without looking as he starts at a slightly quicker than usual jog in the opposite direction of were the important looking woman was standing.

    He is quickly being followed by some short and hard curse words and an even quicker ¡°Catch him! Who ever brings him to me becomes second wife!¡±

    Not being the best runner ever in school or in his life, Karl instead tried to rely on his somewhat good endurance and just went on jogging, only speeding up here and there as some women managed to get a bit closer. Quickly he started sweating like a pig, spreading his scent to everyone daring to follow him or who gets to close.

    A ding noise and a pop up notification in Karl-Heinz¡äs vision caught his attention ¡°Effect: field of arousal activated.¡±

    ¡äWhat kind of weird bullshit is that ? First it is a hyper realistic battle with gore and flying body-parts, now it is some weird porn game gimmick ? I don¡ät mind both in a game but they ruin each others mood.¡ä he thought.

    The affects didn¡ät wait long to show themselves as the women chasing him slowed down, fell to there knees and started to rub themselves, tweaking there sensitive spots and starting to moan as if the world just wasn¡ät there anymore and there imaginary lover was putting on a show for them to hot to focus on anything else.

    Karl-Heinz didn¡ät notice the ones behind him anymore and just continued on in his jogging back to the warehouse. ¡äi had a secure time in that room so that might be my save house, game logic for the win !¡ä

    - - -

    A not to long jog later and a path of moaning woman left in his wake, he reaches the warehouse, entering it thru the back. Looking around and managing to avoid more soldiers out to seek his marriage.

    ¡°Hoi snek waifu you there ?¡± He calls out as he enters the warehouse and walks to the room he was in all day. Only to find that no one is there.

    Not worrying much about his brides Karl-Heinz thinks it is a day well spend and goes to lay down in the bed to make all the plot issues tomorrows Karl¡äs problems.

    - - -

    Not being someone to wake easy whilst in deep sleep, or at all while in deep sleep, proof being a party starting and going on right next to Karl¡äs bunk as he went to sleep early, without him even rousing once. He wakes up in a different place from were he fell asleep, oddly enough with a woman on his dick moaning away.

    ¡°What an odd ,,, you are rather good at this, way to wake up,¡± moaning a bit Karl then continues to ask and look around. ¡°What is going on ?¡± Looking around he finds himself in a completely different room than the one he fell asleep in last night.

    The room looked luxurious in a way that one would hoard all the best of functional pillows and some war trophies, together with fancy bottles of assumed wines or spirits and very sturdy big office furniture to withstand the struggles of endless paperwork, to a point that the tables could support very big maps to shove figurines around on or play a medium sized game of tabletop games.

    On top of Karl-Heinz was another caricature sized bimbo of a woman, with some slight scars oh her face and green colored afro hairdo, clumsily but very enthusiastic riding away on his morning wood and wearing a facial expression like an addict that just found the first dose of his newest favorite drug. The satisfaction was so well projected that it felt almost grab-able, in more than just facial looks, smell, sounds and motions.

    Something was as if there was a kind of magic in the air conveying feelings and moods.

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    Karl¡äs focus was broken hard as his wandering look got pressed into a pair of lips that he didn¡ät know but still kind of had to enjoy, greeting of tongues included.

    He managed to get a grip on himself and his not so raging libido, Karl-Heinz managed to try to command some answers. ¡°What is going on here and why is clown hair here fucking me?¡± using quite a bit of willpower to not sexually grunt or moan in the forming of this sentence. His resolve was reinforced from more than a decade of lonely self enforced quiet masturbation.

    The woman a top him just continued to moan away, gone to a world of pure sexual bliss, another woman speaks up. ¡°The clown hair is one of your closest wife''s now and has earned her spot on you thru her loyal actions as a soldier under my command.¡±

    ¡°That is fucked up!¡± Karl-Heinz exclaims as he grabs the woman on top of her by her breasts, squeezes them, making her moan in pleasure, and trowing her of him to the side with a twist of his hips and his upper body.

    This seems to stun everyone but Karl, who gets up, looks around the room and books it thru the first door he sees, ending up in a cabinet. Not up to go back into the room of sex crazed weirdos, he tries to craft a simplistic ¡°door¡± into the wall of his little hiding room.

    It was a very simplistic and shit door, but it did its one intended job, it opened, let Karl-Heinz exit and closed again.

    Then Karl started to do his signature becoming move of jogging away from the situation he didn¡ät want to deal with. He wasn¡ät outside of the building yet, but in a hallway that lucky him, lead him outside rather fast.

    Running outside of the house, butt naked, smelling of sex, some sweat and other lovers juices, right past a group of guards standing near the entrance of the building, spotting Tris among them.

    Tris was surprised at this turn of events, whilst Karl-Heinz did the smart thing and just continued to run away. Waving in her direction as he passed them. Making the hearts of all the guards present flutter and fill with affection.

    Enough affection to try and ask for more from the man or in Tris case, to be reunited. So now yet again Karl-Heinz was being chased by a gaggle of needy women, only that Tris as a Cannidor is stronger, taller, better trained and faster than Karl and manages to quickly catch up to him, jogging on all fours next to him.

    ¡°Soooo how did the battle go ?¡± He asked to try and cover the awkward atmosphere he was feeling all around and off of himself. His attempt didn¡ät really help, but it was a good enough ice breaker for Tris to grab him and place him on her back to start running faster away from the mob of guards following along.

    ¡°We got a meeting point set up, Sarsa organized it when she learned of your capture.¡±

    ¡°eeeh oki, new quest point I guess. Better than sticking with that random assortment of weirdos back there.¡± Karl-Heinz then grabbed Tris back to not fall off, before she started to full on sprint away. All the while being followed by a smaller and smaller getting group of random soldiers and a slight hiss of far away yelled curses and moans.

    - - -

    Cursed missed meals and a long trek later Tris and Karl emerge into the meeting spot, a half leveled village in the middle of nowhere. In one of the more above level ruins were Vaskra and Sarsa setting up a camp and waiting for them.

    ¡°Hi !, you got here much faster than I expected. Tris how did you free him so fast ? I thought he would be gang fucked by at least all the officers and there entourage and some random soldiers before you could bust him out.¡± Sarsa quipped whilst coiling around Karl, unintended squeezing Vaskra against him and Tris in a big group snake knot hug.

    After a moment of tightness and before it caused Karl-Heinz issues from lack of breathing, the knot opened and the gathered group of wife¡äs started to stare at him. The judging glares pierced him and made him feel rather chilled.

    Shrinking a bit under the combined scrutiny of 3 hot pornstar women who seemed to count themselves into his harem with no effort from his part, feeding housing and even supplying his random whim. Unable to guess at what they want from him now or how to react, he just freezes up into an unmoving statue, waiting for this situation to pass him by.

    After far to long of a moment has passed Sarsa opens up ¡°Why did you leave my shelter to pointlessly join the fighting, be seen by everyone, then return to the no longer hide out and then be captured like a sleeping rock from a stone mason searching for pray?!¡±

    ¡°I thought it would be fun ?, it got a bit boring just waiting around ...¡± came the careful answer after another way to long gap and more scrutinizing stares.

    Tris then piped up with ¡° Yeah it waaaas rather boring after a whole day of sitting around.¡± Which earned her the ire of Sarsa and Vaskra as the looks and positions shifted from 3 judges on one judged to a 2 versus 2.

    ¡°You were tasked with keeping him save why did you take him outside to prance him around and show him of to everyone, there mothers and the enemy''s too !¡± came in a volume from both judging girls with slight deviations in insulting words but enough volume to make Tris and Karl flinch and cover there ears with pained expressions on there faces.

    Seeing a way out, the blame shifting starts as Karl and Tris start pointing fingers at each other. After that the attempted dressing down and assessment of the past mistakes just devolved into uncontrolled bickering, giving Karl-Heinz the best possible out as he just slowly and skillfully slinks away behind one of the ruin walls.

    Feeling bored rather fast and not liking the looks of the weather, Karl then busy¡äs himself with abusing his crafting skill to its fullest and combines that with the abundance of Stones and building materials. Managing to create a bunker big enough for 6 people to sort of live in. All in time for the rest of the gang to notice his and some of the ruins absence.

    Being present before the construction started, the Trio of wife''s quickly find the half hidden entrance hatch downwards and enter the slowly growing complex. Stumbling around for a short while they quickly follow the noise and find Karl-Heinz happily working away at trying and seemingly slow progress creation of furniture and living facility''s within one of the bigger rooms.

    Being stunned by another feat of marvel beyond what they thought possible, Karl gains a silent audience as they just watch him in aw as he works away. Karl being lost in his current work doesn¡ät notice his onlookers and just works away at creating ever more complex furniture out of what ever material he finds in the ground or managed to salvage from the ruins above.

    Tris being the most ¡äsubtle¡ä of the group then airs her mind first ¡°Got a fuck spot in this bunker or is that next on your list ?¡±

    This gets an emotionless vague finger gesture into the direction of a door, a short inspection later reveals an empty room with words appearing on the far wall reading ¡°Horny Jail¡±.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 12 : Escape/ Sawdust Pancakes

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    Chapter 12 : Escape/ Sawdust Pancakes

    Gulping Tris turns around and puts on a more forced smile . ¡°When will you please fuck my brains out ?¡±

    ¡°Is it save here or will we be raided in the next few minuets after the escape we just did ?¡± The emotionally detached answer from Karl-Heinz didn¡ät make her happy, she looked over for an answer from Sarsa.

    ¡°If you hide the entrance to this place we should be fine for days if not months as no one would expect some axiom adept to dig in and stay hidden in the middle of no where. Sadly we don¡ät have the food or water or other supply¡äs to stay here any longer than you can last without them.¡± Then Sarsa and Vaskra huddled together and started mumbling away at most likely planning the near future.

    ¡°Sounds good enough for me¡± Karl said, walked over to the entrance, did his magic skill thing and then entered the ¡äHorny Jail¡ä room, being very swiftly followed by Tris.

    Tris for her part almost disintegrated her garments into shreds of cloth as she disrobed herself, barely managing to contain her excitement long enough to not be forced to go around nude like Karl-Heinz currently is.

    Then she lays on the surprisingly clean compacted dirt ground on her side, wide grin showing off all her sharp teeth. Her breasts bulging forward from her chest, laying on top of each other like two big water filled balloons. Shark finned tail slowly thumping the ground, vagina on display as her strong legs are opened up with one leg flat on the ground and the other with the knee up high and supported from a foot placed next to the other legs knee, leaving the hips in a high angle from the ground.

    Orientated in just the right way that Tris has to crane her neck ether above or around her breasts to see Karl in the room, flashing him from what she believes to be her best angle. The best angle right after the one she would give him if she were to ride this man in cowgirl position.

    As Karl sees the sight laid out before him, he can¡ät help but get stiff rather fast, whilst also freezing a bit mentally as this was ¡°too easy¡± even for thirst trap games he has seen in his past. ¡°Weren¡ät you supposed to cuddle and kiss and snug me first ? isn¡ät that a thing with women normally to first want forplay ?¡±

    ¡°eeeeh what is forplay ?, and can you get in me already ? I am rather wet and didn¡ät get to rub one off since I met you¡± She was proving her claim with a small trickle of liquid leaving her vagina and starting to wet her fur ever more down the side of her thigh.

    In response Karl just shrugged and jogged over to Tris and slightly awkwardly laid down on her belly and breasts, whilst she turned herself at the same time to lay flat on her back, giving him a better position to lay onto her and also be able to reach her vagina. Karl then started to dry hump her belly as he got himself into a sort of better position, gently jiggling around on her muscled abbs hoping to find the glory hole with his stinger.

    Tris was blushing as hard as she could, meaning not at all thanks to her fur, and feeling flustered from the contact to an actual penis on her fur. As She sort of just goes with the flow, a moan escapes her maw and she wraps her arms around Karl, hugging him and letting his head submerge between her breasts.

    Lucky for both of them, the hug was the moment he hit his mark and the penis slipped into the love cavern. Not quite knowing how to feel about this more lose than what he has had so far vagina, He defaulted to what worked so far and just started to hump away with normal gentle hip movements. Most other movements weren¡ät possible anyway in the iron grip embrace he got from Tris, making it even a bit hard to breathe on his lungs and his motor boating deep diving head.

    Yet these problems bothered neither of them as Karl was lost in his new experience of fun time and Tris was lost to the void were her bliss addled mind send her whilst overloaded with the thus far unknown joys. Tris moaned away with fever and desperation, calling out to anyone who is near to the joys her lower lips were experiencing, utterly soaking her crotch in fluids.

    Karl-Heinz luckily had furry breast earmuffs to shield him from possible hearing damages. As he grunted away and tried to fuck her with an industrious attitude, as fast as he can to maintain a steady pace, not cum to soon and pace out his stamina somewhat. This woman was a mountain to climb in size and a new personal challenge to properly mount. The inner achievement hunter sparking some pride in his trade even if his only competition so far was he himself against his stamina and ability to blue ball.

    She was having quite the time on her end, lost to the lust and a haze of happiness from an orgasm. Only acting on instinct as all higher brain function was shut off, her tail trashing around, pounding the ground, her arms squeezing her mate against her stronger, the legs and hips humping against Karl, making his hips jump a bit up and down with her powerful trusts.

    The form fitting head prison makes it a bit hard for Karl to cool off and let this round last longer, so he ends up blowing rather fast, he can feel it coming. He drops his industrious speed restriction right as Tris comes down from her orgasm and collapses her efforts of muscle movement.

    Being free to move as he pleases, Karl starts hammering away with his hips to grind away at the warm flesh walls inside of Tris, enjoying the feeling of still weakly being milked. Not long after Tris orgasms again from the over load of pheromones in her system and a this far unknown experience of warm fluid being pumped into her most inner sanctum.

    Now Karl needed a short break and his sweat was making the furry bed rather damp and a little unpleasant. So he rolled of Tris and landed down on the ground next to her, laying on his back, Dick still hard, glistering with the combined sexual fluids of both of them. Tris craned her Head over him, long necks were useful for such shenanigans, and grinned impossibly wider than ever before down at him.

    Karl smiled back a bit unsure of how to take that predatory look and display of sharp teeth so close to his face. He was not granted the time to organize his feelings on that issue as the next encounter started itself as he could feel his penis being encased in a loving touch yet again.

    Sarsa¡äs mouth was all to eager licking and then sucking his sexual energy''s back into place. Letting her long forked tongue slide over the skin between his balls, moaning into the penis with a pleasant rumble of her throat as the pheromones hit her system hard again. She savor''s the feeling of the regrowing pubic hair on the scales of her nose, lips and tongue.

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    ¡°You are rather fast on the cock there snek waifu, did first wife lose a bet ?¡± Karl teased, looking around and seeing that Tris was looking half pleased and calm, half grumpy she didn¡ät get a chance at an immediate round 2. Yet she is happy to witness Karl¡äs, to her cute looking, struggles against the over eager advances of Sarsa.

    Sarsa was unable to answer the quick quip, she also was a bit unable to register the quip as her mind was lost to bliss, she was dedicated to her task of sucking for white gold. Her body coiled and straighten rhythmically, enveloping her man in herself. At one point her own vagina rubbed against Karl-Heinz¡äs foot by accident and somehow that foot ended up being the new favorite clitoris brush for her lust hazed mind.

    Tris spotting the opening for what it is and having recovered a bit from her own fun time, gets up and squats down on a now constricted, coil bound Karl. Now all he is able to do is to wiggle, squirm and lick, ending up pleasing either of the two love sick monster girls enjoying his every atom for merely existing near them.

    This being a new and interesting interaction with others, his mind just finds this dark, wet, tight prison of his, relaxing and enjoyable. ¡äNo way to disappoint anyone in this way, here I can¡ät do anything but wiggle others into an orgasm.¡ä crossed his mind, making him smile.

    The second shot took longer to be urged out of him, as usual, and as consequence Sarsa managed to dislodge her face from his groin long enough to switch to a more pleasing position. Meaning she shifted her coils to snuggle his penis into her by now excessively lubed and dripping vagina. In the process of changing positions she realized that the very eager grinning Tris has claimed the males mouth and overall face.

    ¡°This is my time with him ! Begone ! Let mmmmmeeeeeoooooan¡± it is still hard to get any argument out right when the new experience melts your mind back into a lustful haze when ever you try to work up an emotional rant.

    Just another reason for Tris to grin as she takes the Bitch by her tits and pulls her up into a long and very deep kiss, sucking the tongue out of the Nagasha, whilst fondling the breasts in her big clawed hands, making Sarsa try to moan even more. The hands being big enough to fully grasp them, making the scaled soft flesh spill out between the furred fingers. Resulting in Sarsa passing out for a short moment and drenching Karl-Heinz groin in even more liquids.

    As the active movements stop, the passive ones continue, gripping the penis with internal muscles and creating a suction or milking motion usually found in overclocked industrial scaled cow machinery. Practically forcing the second shot out of Karl, also forcing him to moan into the lips pressed against his face and earning him even more liquids spilled for his efforts.

    Now having been emptied twice by two very overenthusiastic women, but still being trapped in both there embraces, Karl has about the strongest case of post nut clarity he had in his life. ¡äHow did I even end up here ? ...¡ä was one attempt at a thought process, before he was cut off by a shark monster girl sliding sideways of his face, paired with a labored grunt of Vaskra and a undignified yelp from Tris. Followed shortly after with a deep thump of muscle amazon hitting the compacted dirt and a grunting noise of some sort.

    He didn¡ät turn his face to look and check how Tris landed, his attention just stayed focused facing upwards at the next pair of naked slightly sweat glistering udders coming into view. Vaskra grabbed him by the shoulders and with the full might of a backwards heaving and falling bimbo, he got yanked one third of the way out of the snakes iron coil and out of the snakes still pulsating lower lips.

    Karl tried to sit himself up in his awkward position, head out of the coils and therefore lower on the ground than the rest of him. His attempt sadly was denied by the second mighty pull of Vaskra, but this time without her butt compressing Dirt and this time fully freeing him from the snake ish lover. His penis this time managed to get soft and relax.

    Vaskra didn¡ät care about that detail and started to ravage his body with affection and caring kisses and slight licks. Moaning and dripping lustfully away.

    He was a bit spent for the moment so he brought himself into a sitting position and managed to start some thoughts again. ¡äThis is not comfortable!¡ä was one of the more quality notions to enter his head, which lead to the creation of a slightly reclined, armrest included, made of dirt easy chair with him sitting in it and getting a ever shifting mix of lap dance and blowjob from the over eager Vaskra.

    ¡°Man I wish I had my pc, chips, porn and cola right now ¡­ wait ¡­ this is a game soooo just the porn, cola and chips. ¡° Doing a slow gaze upon his space bimbo filled room he was forced to again correct his statement. ¡°Ok chips and cola would do.¡± Looking around again and at his idle hands and lack of sufficient distraction for his hands and mind, whilst his groin got on to round three by more than sufficient stimulation from a currently blowjob.

    ¡°This is weird.¡± Was all he could think of has the distractions on his penis shifted back into a lap dance with hands guiding his own to a juicy big rump and a pair of breasts again taking his vision from him. His Sound was blocked from slight shark and snake snores, which are overshadowed by overenthusiastic moaning. His sens of smell gave up when he was still rubbing nose to clit and hadn¡ät recovered since.

    Karl-Heinz was very thoroughly fucked and approached the connotation ¡°trice over¡± by now. Yet his mind wasn¡ät in it anymore, the whole sex has gone from a fun time to a mere distraction. The mind melting orgasms his harem was having, seemingly without much difference of his participation or indifference, made him feel hollow and bad in a, to him, new way.

    He would try to connect this new feeling of bad to being scammed by online dating scammers out of money, but now it felt more like being scammed out of cum.

    The sinking feeling didn¡ät get much time to set in as Vaskra moaned in ecstasy again, so Karl nudged her gently off of himself. She obliged and tried to go back to sucking him off, but Karl was faster in standing up, using his ¡°clean¡± magic on himself and all the others, then walked naked out the room and back to where he last left of on expanding the bunker trying to ignore the feelings inside of him by drowning it out with work and humming ¡°diggy diggy hole¡±.

    This departure of the center piece of the orgy didn¡ät go unnoticed. Well nothing goes unnoticed for long if one is the center of attention, perceived long term happiness and practically irreplaceable. Especially considering that his harem all believed that he wasn¡ät fully sane, even if they were unable to actually help him with that issue.

    Still he was to be the center of there attention and that center needed to be taken care of in all matters of life. So the women walked up to him in his rather expansive downward tunnel and Vaskra making the first step ¡°What are you doing now hubby?¡± She asked, whilst the group slowly walked behind him, when he abused his crafting skill again to ¡°craft¡± a slowly ever more fancy looking tunnel turning mining-shaft into the deepts of this planet thru seemingly solid stone in highly changing coloration and composition.

    ¡°Eeeeeh just needed a distraction and thought metals would be helpful or living space or underground farms ¡­. hmmm what should I try to make first ? I know how to do some stuff but I sure will try to get what you girls need together, hopefully.¡± He answered without looking back at them and continuing his slow and steady forward walk. ¡°I shouuuuuuuld get some air ventilation going before oxygen runs out ...¡±

    This brought him to stop and turn around, focusing hard for a few seconds, before sighing and turning around to walk back up out of the tunnel. ¡°Nope I am not gonna eyeball ventilation shafts from the lowest points in the shaft, I got no satellite view and not much of a clue if this¡äll even work!¡± So he started walking back up out of the tunnel again as it again reshaped itself around and mostly above them all with occasional holes materializing into the ceiling.

    ¡°While I am at it might as well do some water drainage and pipes too !¡± and he walked a bit more merrily past the confused group of onlookers who again were speechless of how to handle this kind of character or insanity.

    The silence dragged on until Tris couldn¡ät take the inaction anymore. She walked up to Karl, got onto her hind-legs to tower over him in height, laid both of her arms on his shoulders, spun him around to face her worried and for once not grinning look, she looked deep into his eyes and asked ¡°What is your problem?¡± In as motherly carrying of a voice as she could muster.

    She got a non committal shrug in return and a half hearthed ¡°Life has been a bit chaotic lately, but it feels a bit better than going to my work shift so I don¡ät mind it do much. But I do think that my gaming friends might start missing me soon when I don¡ät show up for too long.¡±

    Not having a subtle way to answer these kind of problems and half not believing them in the first place, Tris Hugged Karl against her and again his head went into the mammarian creak. ¡°Shush all will go well, you are doing a fine job here and we can find you new friends or maybe wife''s that want to be friends too!¡± Cooing and gently rubbing his back in the embracing hug.

    Sarsa and Vaskra looked at each other and had a silent conversation in axiom, gestures and facial mimicry, declaring his mind lost beyond there capability to currently salvage and with a nod of Tris joining the conversation, Declaring him incapable of self government. At least that is what Sarsa got out of the non verbal debate, the others seemed a bit unsure on the details.

    They did manage to agree on Tris taking the first husband watch and left her too it, they all knew plans needed to be made and that they would need more trustworthy wife¡äs and resources for there ideas of a good future.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 13 : Sawdust Pancakes / Taking inventory

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    Chapter 13 : Sawdust Pancakes / Taking inventory

    As the day went on after the bitter sweet morning orgy, there was always at least on pair of breasts in sight around him, something that sounds very enticing at first, very enticing when you factor in the beyond comical proportion of these porn studio escaped super stars who could suck any too big object thru any to small hose or crush any melon or maybe even hard shelled pumpkins between there juicy thighs, at least in theory for the small one with legs, the snek and fluff shark would most likely turn boulders into gravel with there gripping power.

    Side tangent aside it loses at lot of special flavor when the extreme becomes normal and it becomes grating when the boobs have slightly sad judging eyes on you at all times and you got no clue of why they are that mood or how to fix that mood or how to even care about that minor issue in comparison to the bigger issue of having no food in sight or farm, storage, supermarket to plunder.

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    At the same time he still had reasons on the positive side, even though his harem of 3 was worried looking and he hadn¡ät tried to bluntly stumble his way verbally to an answer or quick fix, it was still a plus to have them all with sexy body¡äs and not even the hint of rebellious dissidence against his well being. One could reason with them and they had his best well being in mind, even though that definition differed from his own.

    Karl loved his routine life, he managed to semi function in that routine. Wake up early, go to a semi meaningful factory wage slave work job, come home, force himself to do his daily chores to not end up living in a rats nest, hoarder house or get kicked out for not payed bills and then game and masturbate the rest of existence away. Maybe go out and touch grass for a few minuets on the weekends and step in some dog shit whilst touching the grass.

    Live was good that way, it sort of worked and with constant supply of music on his ears or games on his mind, he was able to block out all unwanted feelings and just be content.

    But no longer was that possible !

    This game had no background music or way for him to let his songs play in the background.

    This will not stand !

    This can not stand !

    This should not stand ¡­

    So he tried to hum away with an iron seeming determination to fog his mind during his process of setting up the bunker.

    Having played to much random games and war documentaries, be it fictional or real, he wanted his bunker a fortress.

    So he shall have his fortress !

    The first few tunnels to go deeper into the ground were mostly to fool around. It did give him a bit of training and the added bonus of what kind of ground he was sitting on.

    He was never interested much in rocks, but what he did know told him to be happy that

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    The ground was not like a desert or swamp composed of endless amounts of sand or mud. So it was stable and would support caverns, rooms, hallways that he constructed.

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    The rocks in the ground let themselves be molded from his skill ¡°craft¡±, how or why that worked didn¡ät matter. It worked, it was an abuse-able game mechanic, so he would abuse the hell out of it until a point of boredom or a patch fix stopped him from doing so, well unless there is a mod he could get to make this feature even more abuse-able.

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    Rocks are made up of useful elements and he might be able to find ore or if lucky, raw metals in the ground to use as materials for his construction needs. Stone was great at taking compression forces, but wasn¡ät light, flexible, soft or any other feature that other materials or even just iron could provide him with.

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    At least the dirt was semi soft and semi warm to lay on, trying to find a way to heat a stone floor by just using stones is still way beyond his imagination of abuse of game mechanics.

    The Romans had some kick ass floor heating architecture in there villas, but Karl had neither the fuel to burn in ovens to create the warm air to flow thru the ground canals the Romans had, nor the slaves to feed and maintain the ovens. He also had no electrical power or materials to make an electrical engine.

    Good thing for him was that light wasn¡ät an issue as he didn¡ät have the material to constantly burn torches, but they did have some odd ever shining lanterns that made it possible for him to work in the dark and for the others to navigate the bunker.

    Still his sexy waifus did have one big plus to there looks. That is that no matter how deep there frowns are, there is a much higher than usual bottom level of emotional weight they can pull with that look. Kind of like a puppy would struggle to intimidate someone or a disheveled hobo struggles to convey an aura of being upper class.

    This lightened his emotional burdens and made it easier to suppress them, still without his music it was still much harder than normal to keep his head calm and focused on his current game. ¡°So how the fuck do I get food down here !!!¡± he half yelled half grunted in frustration after he finished to create a nightmare of ambush corridors and murder slits for guns to engage possible intruders for an entrance / exit to his little less humble, poorly or rather barely furnished bunker love nest.

    Currently Sarsa was on watch duty and oddly enough she was very helpful so far, giving tips and details so that the complex would be not only humanoid proof but also so that the ambush points could be used by Tris, use Tris as close quarters shock trooper muscle or even let Tris be able to man some of the murder slit gun points.

    ¡°Now that the defensive architecture ¡­ nope architects are artsy filth, defensive engineering, yes that sounds much better, has been finished ¡­ what next ? I can¡ät think of much aside from mining shafts or setting up rooms for all manners of uses, I did do air ventilation and a cute well for Timmy to fall into and for us to get water from ¡­ So what now ? Suggestions foreman snek ?¡± He asked whilst half looking at her, half turning a chunk of rock into a big solid table with a little space to hide some of your legs under,

    ¡°Given that you gave me enough time to think ahead of your working speed I would say we need loads of rooms next, no point in making things we can¡ät use without rooms we havn¡ät gotten yet.¡± Sarsa answered as she again slowly and gently coiled around Karl-Heinz and brushed her body against his arms and legs. ¡°I hope Tris and Vaskra will return soon with more supplies and cloths, I can take hunger for weeks if I must, but the hunger your naked form wakes in me is much harder to resist!¡±

    ¡°Yeaaaah and Stone is not the best stuff to make pants out of, though when I get some metal I could make chain mail bikinis or nipple ring piercings. Hehehehe¡± His comment didn¡ät help the Nagasha in her blushing problem.

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    Using dirt from the ground as a way to make some sort of layout plan, Sarsa created a room layout for Karl to recreate in the bunker, now turning bunker complex. This takes him all day until it feels like he has done enough work to have a good night sleep.

    Lucky for them, Tris and Vaskra returned!

    Luckier still they were unharmed and had brought along more than they could or needed to carry.

    Namely they managed to salvage a battle field of a few guns, clothes and cloth, wood from trees along there path, food rations from a destroyed supply building, that was part of the battle and eager volunteers for there bunker life.

    People with low morale don¡ät tend to fight to the death but instead try to exit a battle, so these few mostly lucky women just pretended to be shot, played dead in the chaos and were already looting the remains of the routed fleeing or pursuing fighters.

    This gave Tris as a rallying silhouette of muscle and authoritative aura the perfect chance, to have Vaskra do the talking and silver tonguing the war deserters into there marriage.

    ¡°Now ¡­ I have to fuck them, or fuck marry them and they otherwise riot and fuck marry me anyway ? This sounds like a not ideal deal if I can¡ät refuse.¡± Karl tried to comment as he reworded the situation for his own understanding.

    Being in one of the side rooms and hopefully out of earshot of any of the new arrivals, Sarsa and Vaskra nodded in unison.

    ¡°Well we couldn¡ät just take the pretty ones and leave the strong but ugly ones behind, we need all the hands we can get to defend you! And they will die for you as this is the happiest they have most likely been in since for ever !¡± Vaskra tried to reason.

    ¡°Now if you particularly dislike a few of them, we can try to fix that if that is the issue, we need as many as we can gather, but we can survive with a few losses if that is what it takes.¡± Sarsa smiled happily as if that was a perfectly normal thing, making Karl feel a bit like was being worshiped like a nazi god of purity who¡äs random whims shall be followed, for the purity of his flock of followers.

    ¡°Nope no sacrifices needed ¡­ to me you all look like porn stars¡± was his verbal back stepping away from that topic, whilst also making both women blush and creating a bit of silence as the three catch themselves mentally again.

    ¡°Ok so I will do my thing and organize shifts and work plans, you.¡± Sarsa pointed at Vaskra ¡° will do the full introduction to our current plans and rules and you hubby.¡± She blushed again at saying a conformation of having a husband. ¡°Will please work on making yourself some sexy clothes and get a kitchen going. We are all soldiers and can sleep on the floor, but eating on the ground is a bit harder to stomach, after that I know you will do some other lovely things for us, but please don¡ät let Tris talk you into doing stupid things again like last time oki ?¡± trying to seal her command, that was voiced as a request, with the most cute and pleading bit of big eyes, lower to the ground torso, head looking up at him and begging arms as she could manage.

    ¡°Sounds good, we gonna do that plan.¡± Karl stumbles out whilst looking bemused at Sarsa¡äs attempt at cuteness, to him it looks cute, but he doesn¡ät have much of a thing for cute stuff so it is mostly an awkward feeling sparked in him.

    At the same moment Sarsa was dyeing inside because of the shame of trying to impose plans by cuteness, instead of her usual boss bitch method that had worked oh so well for her ever since. She hoped that it wouldn¡ät hinder her reputation later on.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 14 : Taking inventory / Startup problems

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    Chapter 14 : Taking inventory / Startup problems

    In the background whining and moans of disappointment could be heard. ¡°Oh, seems like they got to the ¡°first work then sex¡± part of there speech.¡± Karl deadpanned to Tris.

    ¡°Ha yeah, they better form a line or you gotta make a bigger horny jail for them¡± She grinned back down at him.

    They were both in a sort of good mood after Karl managed to get wooed into making himself very sexy clothes. Meaning it is easy to wear clothes that show of that he is a man, in the way of having a flat chest and being a bit tight around the crotch, to create a bulge to be seen. The woman didn¡ät quite know very much about the art of clothes and so the few ideas they had got, were forced into Karl-Heinz¡äs current style.

    Karl himself had an improvement in his mood to a more neutral position, as he could submerge himself mentally in his tasks. Added bonus from his harem that wanted to keep him busy so when one thing was done he just could get on working on the next one with only minimal downtime physically and no down time mentally.

    Tris was just happy to be with her husband again and having some light banter, she was not a charismatic leader, or a big picture leader, best she could do and did do so far was bitching to other leader figures to help her in her current task with there troops.

    So they both worked away at clearing the rocks away and creating the rooms, meaning Karl-Heinz cheated with his ability and Tris helped as best she could with interpreting the plans Sarsa and Vaskra made for them,

    Well mostly Sarsa made the plans.

    Karl was sure that there argument about who is number on waifu is still not settled. Given the added influx of more women into the mix, that issue could still last on for 5 more seasons of this spin of drama side story sitcom.

    ¡°Damm it we need more furniture !¡± Karl-Heinz half yelled out of the blue and then he ran back thru the created rooms and made some spots to sit, a table and a raised mud bed, in the rooms that he thought living quarters.

    This intermezzo didn¡ät take long, but still confused Tris enough to make her grin waver a bit. Still true to her current duty she stuck by his side or rather stared at his ass, whilst following him around.

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    As the day moved on into the night and the rooms were finished, Karl-Heinz then went to set up a sort of kitchen. Being not the worst at cooking, knowing the basics self lonely living on a budged has thought him, he made Stone working tables, improvised grills, a guess work oven that would be heated by a wood fire or maybe turn into a smoking chamber, with how little he knew about old firewood stoves, and other small nick nacks he could think of to help in cooking.

    He did top it all of with a rather nice looking set and huge amount of stone tableware and simple cooking utensils.

    ¡°Think of it this way, we got a lota stone and stone can be sharp too.¡± Karl tried to sell his all stone knife set, which to his credit actually was sharp, even if it was a bit on the heavy side.

    Tris had been done with her shift and Vaskra was currently on watch, also Karl-Heinz suspected Sarsa to need Tris authority in muscle too get their mess of newcomers under control and to try and keep them from infighting to badly. Also, maybe to keep them from storming Karl-Heinz and trying to gang ¡°love¡± him into the ground or die trying in desperation.

    They are all armed here and most present in the bunker, react badly to direct concentration of light to the level of it burning holes thru cloth and flash cooking vital body parts. Regardless of how much magical duck-tape these guns have on them, as long as they can fire and they are aimed at you, it is a bad day.

    Tris still was rather very skeptic over the stone knifes, but she didn¡ät argue to much against it ¡°yeah fine, fine, stone is sharp too. So what, I thankfully still got my personal metal knife on me. So what next ? The first group of wife¡äs will drag you of to bed soon I think¡±

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    ¡°Oh ? That late already ? Is the sun even still up or has it gone dark so soon ?¡± He reflexively searched for a wall mounted clock, even thou he knew that there was non to be found and he made this place. Old habits die hard.

    ¡°Any plans on how you gona wrangle the lust of your new partners in mind?¡± Vaskra tried to tease and whilst brushing her breasts against his back, nibbling a bit at his ear.

    ¡°No clue what list of kinks they got, but given your first time and Sarsa and Tris first times, I will strap them down and go at it in my speed!¡± He answered during his poor attempts to dodge the nibbling attacks.

    ¡°Kinky, do you think you will need a sentry for this adventure night ? Maybe to teach the newcomers the ropes, maybe get rewarded with some loving care afterwards ?¡± Vaskra continued to try and tease, but to not much effect. Being numb and spoiled for choices just made him even more dull, he liked the positive attention, but was a getting a bit annoyed from the semi constant thirst.

    ¡°Might as well say hello and see what we got on our hands¡± He sighs at the end of that comment.

    They both walk there way over to the big starting room or last ambush point of the bunker entrance area, to see the massive hoard of 5 very willing, eager, pornstar looking grunt soldier wife¡äs that he has yet to be introduced too. They also were almost done unpacking a few big wooden crates that no doubt Tris most likely carried back to the bunker. The rest of the floor was taken up with empty bags, backpacks and sort of neat little piles.

    Sarsa was worming her way thru the room whilst holding an improvised clip board, or rather a short plank with a nail holding paper in place, doing inventory of there first catch of loot.

    Tris was slumped into the standing space of a gun position, seemingly taking a nap after a long day of carrying heavy stuff around, looking tough and her other obligations. Yet her eyes shot open and laser focused on Karl, together with every other pair of eyes in the room.

    The situation seems to Karl as he is expected to give a speech, but before he could start to rush that expectation with a verbal dismissal of non linear logic. Sarsa jumps in and makes it a presentation. She slithers over to him faster than the silence has to settle, coils around him once with her torso behind him and her breasts behind his head, folds her arms around his front and digs her hands into his pants, pulling out the price penis in half hard state, putting the meat on display.

    This valiant act of sexual harassment has the room instantly hot, bothered, wet and edging in anticipation of more to come.

    ¡°Behold the promised man! I know you were able to sense his presence from the scent left in the air, but here you see our promises were true and you all too will have a chance at happiness in this marriage!¡± She proclaims in a almost royal authoritative tone, whilst gently stroking the penis with nimble fingers and hiding her own wet snatch against Karl-Heinz¡äs back, creating a wet stain.

    The man in question magnanimously didn¡ät put his snek waifu in ¡°Horny Jail¡± for this overreach, as he saw the wetness of the lower lips spread to the upper ones, when some of the new wife¡äs present started to drool. He also noticed that the old set of wife¡äs also started to drool a little.

    ¡°Havn¡ät I fucked you three silly just this morning ? My sperm count also has limits.¡± This brings a blush to Sarsa.

    Vaskra just has to interject ¡°yeah but I didn¡ät get any in me!¡±

    ¡°Shush you buntch robbed me of my air most of the time and gave me no time to recharge in between the milking! I only got two eggs and one teat!¡± Now Karl-Heinz got a bit agitated and firmly grabbed Sarsa¡äs hand, which now has rubbed him fully hard, and removes it from his groin. He ends up needing to grab and also hold the other hand away from the target pole.

    Sarsa starts to purr when the tip of her tail isn¡ät blocked and the teasing continues. She then takes control of the improvised speech again ¡°either way hubby gets to decide who he wants to be with first before it devolves into an orgy, and if my cutey has no preference we have a system worked out were everyone gets a shot. ¡° She makes a short pause, to use the flexibility of her everything, to move and keep her breasts and beyond hard nipples, pressed into his back, whilst her neck coils around his head and gives him a not to quick kiss with tongue and then finishes with. ¡° eventually.¡±

    She then stops teasing and recedes her upper body skin contact from Karl-Heinz, the tail stopping its stroking movement but not leaving Karl, her arms folded behind her back, her Torso rising higher again into the air so that her breasts now hover above his head.

    Speaking in a tone of pure authority, Sarsa says ¡°This is not a front line were body¡äs get thrown at the problem until either body''s or the problem stop to exist, this is a meritocratic marriage! You be a good bitch, you get rewarded, you are a lazy bitch who skips her duty¡äs you get ousted and executed to preserve resources and secrecy. So pull your weight and we can change our lives, waist our time and you wasted your life!¡±

    As this was not a pre planed speech, next Vaskra steps forward, grabbing the attention of the crowd, and declares ¡°Also I am first wife and Sarsa here is second in command.¡± with as much authority as her military boot camp training managed to teach her by copying what she remembers of the mannerisms of the drill instructors.

    As suspected, the position of first wife was a still disputed position and Sarsa now held an intense burning glare at Vaskra, growing just a bit taller until her head bends down a bit, to keep eye contact and not bump into the ceiling.

    Vaskra answered the staring challenge and glared back with all her might.

    Both not moving an inch from there position, even as Karl¡äs back got another wet spot from the Nagasha cunt and the others gently refocusing to continue unpacking there supply''s.

    Karl-Heinz was a bit immobile from Sarsa¡äs coils on his dick and around his legs, but he tried to help by creating shelves in the walls where Tris and the new comers stored the wares for now.

    As the staring drags on and no actual arguments get said, Karl-Heinz tries to leave the embrace and do other things, but two things stop him from doing so.

    One he is hold a bit tighter from Sarsa for trying to walk away and two he gets a notification pop up in the middle of his vision that he can¡ät ignore, like he did with the rest of the system since he woke up in the officers office orgy.

    The notification is a new quest and it seems important as it is written in red !

    ¡°Declare a first wife!¡±

    ¡äThat shouldn¡ät be to hard¡ä he thinks. Then he reads the the sub note. ¡°and have everyone except that decision.¡± Now he could just groan ¡°fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ¡­..¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 15 : Startup problems / problem avoidance

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    Chapter 15 : Startup problems / problem avoidance

    Standing in the gunless showdown of Vaskra and Sarsa staring contest, with an ever growing and slightly wandering wet spot on his back, Karl-Heinz was given a seemingly impossible task. The task of trying to get either or both of them to step down from claiming the crown of the mythical, seemingly leader position of ¡°first wife¡±.

    ¡°Isn¡ät Vaskra first wife for first fucking and marrying me ?¡± came the knee jerk action from Karl.

    Only to be smashed down and buried six feet underground by a cacophony of ¡°NO!¡± from Sarsa, ¡°Yes!¡± from Vaskra and a mix of ¡äsorta yes sorta no¡ä from everyone else.

    Trying to step away from his position only led to the grip on his legs and genitals to squeeze down a bit more, pleading eyes around the room revealed hushed whispers of submission or preemptive surrender before the two titans of stubborn will.

    Even Tris was of no help to him, the big Cannidor lady just sat slumped back against a wall, grinning and enjoying the show, gently rubbing herself from the lusty haze Karl-Heinz was again unknowingly saturating the room with. Tris also enjoyed the show of his hard member on display, even if the scene was lacking in action.

    The man in this situation tried to step away again, this time with more force, but Sarsa was still holding him sort of in place, so as a result he started to fall over. But before he could even get into licking distance of the ground, Sarsa had stop his fall, Vaskra had tried to aid Sarsa in that endeavor and one of the new girls, who was kobold looking to Karl, had thrown herself under him to act as a pillow to catch him.

    This filled Karl with a bit of dread and self loathing.

    Why would anyone be selfless for him?

    Three nut jobs were a funny change of things, but eight porn bimbos, non of them looking as if they only rely on there looks, all eagerly lusting for him and trowing there life s away for him to appease his every whim and need, treating him like a delicate flower that may never be allowed to ever even get a scratch ?

    This was to much and he started to really start to struggle trashing and trying to swing himself free of his current grip.

    This course of action was most likely the completely wrong one to take for Karl-Heinz.

    Why?

    Well as a result of his wild barely coordinated movements, everyone thought something very bad was going on with there precious raw egg of a husband, so now instead of being freed, he was coiled more strongly into Sarsa. The staring contest was on hold again so Vaskra was hugging him too for comfort.

    Kobold ground lady was next in on the hug lump forming around him, followed by Tris and the rest of the Harem. Leaving Karl-Heinz frustrated struggling against the combined might of 16 arms and even more so breasts to cushion his attempts of punches.

    His rather spontaneous rage against the love machine didn¡ät last long, facing off against no progress to show for it.

    Other measures would needed to be taken, also only other actions would bring him towards a resolving of his first waifu quest and the other issues that come with living in a war zone with so far only minimal facility¡äs and no means to generate supplies.

    He gave up and went limb, a position he had to hold on to for a minuet or two whilst a ever droning cooing and calming noises escaped the mouths around him, some hands petting his head, back or shoulders, some limbs brushing his penis and balls but they had no success in rousing the snake with his current suppressed rage and frustration in his head.

    ¡äHard live in a world of thirsty nympho bimbos with no one but there own fucked minds and useless old me around¡ä He internally sighed and just gave up his fighting spirit. In a resigned and dead tone he asked ¡°So who is first on that fuck me list you made?¡±

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    The crowed relaxed and let go of him, leaving him in a standing upright position. Even Sarsa uncoiled from him and gave him a bit of room to breathe.

    Not saying another word, Karl-Heinz grabbed a chunk of wood, a barely uniform shirt looking piece of cloth and then walked of into the closest of the rooms, he had made to be slept in. All the while again being followed by sad looks of a crowd of lovers, who all have no clue what exactly is going on in his head and even less educated in the actions needed to fix it.

    Once in the room, he takes a few moments to turn the chunk of wood into wooden fibers, that could be used as heat insulation in buildings but this time is so silky fine and without any chunks or crumbs inside of its mass of fluff, that it would be a waist for insulation duty. Next he used the piece of cloth and turned the wood into a torso sized pillow to lay his head on.

    In the background he could have noticed 4 pairs of eyes watching him thru the not closed door into his room and heard shouting of Sarsa, Tris and Vaskra not agreeing on a few things again, whilst also making some distant cooking noises.

    Using the Pillow to get himself into a comfy position, Karl-Heinz notices that he is being ogled. He doesn¡ät have the emotional room in him to care about that detail, his mind was busy sulking and pondering. It had been a long day up until now, he had shot his load in the morning, he walked around in the bunker enough to have done some physical tiring, he was mentally drained from the cheat skill magic use. To top it all of his distraction was gone, so now his belly demanded food, just as much as his head demanded sleep and is ego demanding quiet alone time to have some peace.

    At least the eyes watching him were polite to not overstep. Most likely they were afraid of the consequences the pissed of armory master Sarsa would rain down on them.

    ¡äThese fools! They think that being polite will spare them.¡ä He giggled at that thought.

    That giggle felt like a mistake as one of the pair of eyes felt brave enough to come closer and initiate social interaction, maybe more.

    The woman slowly stepping into the room was not of the small kind either. Besides her as of now usual, massive almost comical breast and hip size, she was the size of a dire wolf. Her shoulder height went up to Karl-Heinz chest when she was walking on all fours. Her long legs were the best reason why her chest wasn¡ät constantly dragging along the floor and digging small trenches with her nipples.

    She is a Lopen with mud brown colored fur and no special spots or markings in its color. The paws were a bit darker and almost black in color, but that was it. She had no tail swishing around which was rather odd to Karl, such a dog or wolf like creature and no big fluffy tail in sight?

    He discounted that oddity to war amputation in his head.

    The rest of her build was the usual canine snout, big ears to pinpoint sounds, slit-ed icy blue eyes. She did have a bit of a puffiness to her lips on a second glance. Her Frame was on the lean side with her shaggy fur hiding any muscle definition she could have. Her rear was impressive to watch move as she gently stepped into the room, gently wiggling the standard jiggle the porn look gave all people he had seen so far.

    Hear breast were a bit on the furry side of fetishes with 6 of them all in the same size range but getting smaller the closer they got towards her nether.

    She was wearing a darker brown than her fur trench coat, some light gloves on her for paw hands and some almost boots on her hind legs. The coat had many very useful looking pockets that were currently empty.

    Once she had gotten close enough to Karl-Heinz, she reared up and stood on two legs as easy as all the others he had seen so far in his life and looked down at him with a careful judging or more appraising look. Karl thought to feel a bit of worry aside from the usual torrent of lust radiate from her.

    He looked back up and saw simplistic short pants hiding her upper leg fur, before he went to maintain eye contact.

    The moment froze, no one moved as both were uncertain as to what the other would do next, being burdened by unknown and imagined expectations. The time dragged on with the constant background shout arguments of the kitchen, until another pair of lips walked past the wide open door, looked in and yelled ¡°Go fuck already! Food will be soon.¡±

    At this Karl¡äs gaze wandered back over the alluring parts of her body once more, noticing that her still visible pants were yet to dry from the event of the entrance room.

    ¡°Now you were not feeling so well back there ¡­ do you want sex or is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?¡± The Lopen woman asked after gently lowering herself back down to all fours and moving her head closer to his head.

    Not knowing how to interact with this moment, Karl-Heinz took the weird option number 5. Option one would have been ¡°yes sex please¡±, option two would have been comfort activity''s, option three were silence until the woman or women decided for him, option four would have maybe brought him progress as he vented his frustration and voiced his problems to a caring if not able to understand audience.

    No he chose option five, being an absolute weirdo. So he licked the tip of his finger and booped the snoot. In the following bewilderment of all present, he stood up and gestured for her to stand up again.

    The Lopen did as asked, still being confused. Before he jumped on her back and hung on lick a backpack, his arms grabbing around her chest between her top two rows of breasts. After a moment of nothing happening as everyone, even himself, had no plan or way to make this a naturally flowing interaction again, Karl-Heinz continued option five and started licking and nibbling the Lopen¡äs back, his face not reaching the woman¡äs neck or ears.

    The next change of note, was as Karl used his clean cheat skill and was spitting lose hairs, grime and dust from his mouth after digging his mouth into the fur of a very unwashed dog. Yet he did not release his grip and hung on to a frozen in confusion woman.

    The Lopen was staring blankly at the door, towards the other eyes, contemplating the mental state of her husband and pleading for advice from the others. Said others who were just as clueless and effectively stunned by their inability to resolve the awkwardness the weird opposite to their gender person had created.

    The kobold looking Kohb, who had played at fall catching mattress before, tried to give advice in hand gestures. Most of the meaning of the message got lost in translation from brain to gestures to half seen signals, but the gist of it, at least the Lopen thought so, was that she were to somehow cuddle the man.

    The Kohb meant to gesture ¡°fuck the crazy out of him¡±, but that was the fate of imperfect languages made up on the fly.

    So the Lopen went down to all four¡äs again and got a half fake, half honest cheery ¡°Whoo doggy rides¡± from him. Then she gently laid herself down onto the bed and on top of Karl, and started to gently wiggle herself around in his grasp, to try and have there front sides face each other.

    The dog wiggles worked out rather well and soon she had a male smothered by her breasts. She could feel the heat in her rise again, to a point this time that she had to fear piercing holes into her combat uniform with her nipples.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 16 : Problem avoidance / Drama

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    Chapter 16 : Problem avoidance / Drama

    Karl was still not feeling ideal, but he felt a bit better with emotional support dog alien waifu bimbo on top of him, he even had found a way to make nice enough pillows to sleep better, or to let the current waifu he would most likely be sleeping with every or most nights sleep better.

    Given how thirsty this NPC population turns out to be, there will be no night without the chest pillow being at least urgently suggested and given the sheer amount of willing to follow rules women around him, he won¡ät ever have excuses to deny every single one of them to be the boob pillow of that next night of the current day in question.

    Well at least given potential drama reasoning, he still could claim to want to be less hot and to try and not share body heat. At least that argument could work until they end up with some ice elemental waifu or a water goo girl or a robot one that has internal cooling magic or ¡­

    - - -

    His had was getting into a better mind space as his thoughts wandered and the Lopen on top of him very much enjoyed being close to Karl-Heinz. It wasn¡ät sex, which her lower lips screamed at her to get, but her dotting nature was stronger than her lust, so strong was the impression he had made on her in there first two encounters so far.

    In her mind he needed more loving care of the motherly kind, he was just so playful weird, so indescribably hitting her buttons, that in her mind he was but a lost teenage pup who had lost there way after being abused from the world around them or goddess forbide abused by there caretakers or parents.

    She was in this as a mother !

    She was in this to become a mother !

    So her baby boy could have many many sisters in the future and she could help his mind grow up fully. Maybe she could get his mind normal again to be a happy lover.

    - - -

    From the outside perspective the onlookers got very mixed signals. Hushed whispers were taking place.

    1: ¡°Seems like she knows what she is doing.¡±

    ¡°Naaaaaa she got no clue, but it seems to be working well enough¡± the Kohb answers.

    2: ¡°So we have to treat him like a kid ? That is a bit hard, I got send to the front after failing to become a child raiser.¡±

    1: ¡°Wait ¡­ you actually know how to handle kids ?¡±

    2: ¡°Yeah, a little, I failed the test they made, or wasn¡ät good enough, they never told me.¡±

    ¡°Uh I was trying to become a medical helper or doctor!¡± the Kohb said excitedly.

    2: ¡°And you to got kicked to the front lines.¡±

    1: ¡°Well I got sorta lucky unlucky, I was front lines with you girls, but I was designated as message runner! So I wasn¡ät in toooooo much danger of being shot most of the time.¡±

    ¡°Sister, you were in more danger than the rest of us.¡± The Kohb poked.

    1: ¡°How so ? You had to do the charges over no women¡äs land and face hand to hand combat. I just had to find the one holding the whistle and tell him the message, then run back and to command and repeat the process. No fighting I was supposed to do, just running.¡± Slapping her thigh she then grinned and added, ¡°and look at these legs I got out of it ! I can run for a whole day! Think of all that nectar I can ride out of him with that stamina!¡±

    2: ¡°You were running around with no cover and you were constantly trying to get over traps, barbed wire and seen as a target. Take out the runner, deny a potentially good order from enemy command.¡±

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    ¡°Hell ! We even got tolled by our trench commanders to shoot the runners if we could.¡± The Kohb added and made the runners face turn from proud to shocked, as the clarification hits her job security views, like a idle runaway truck at full speed.

    But the runners mood didn¡ät stay down for long. ¡°But I lived ! I LIVED! and am here to tell the tale whilst getting fucked and pregnant !¡±

    This outburst of noise got the trio a deep growl and a look of deadly intent from the Lopen in the room and shouts from the kitchen to ¡°Keep it quiet! We want to here what we are doing here!¡±

    Lucky for the trio, the Lopen¡äs attention very quickly went back to Karl-Heinz.

    - - -

    ¡°Doggy rumbles funny when she growls.¡± was the next step in the still chosen option 5 that Karl still followed. Beforehand he started petting her now clean and yet slightly silky fur were ever it was exposed and not covered by clothes.

    She noticed that trend and tried to undress herself, but wasn¡ät able to do more and unbutton some of her trench coat. Eager hands were constantly distracting or stopping her attempts. The closeness and comfort she felt that she provided to this odd axiom blank, made her hearth melt.

    The Yapping of the door guard peeper¡äs was very annoying to her. Karl-Heinz didn¡ät mind them at all. So she adapted that opinion partially too. No one closed the door and who was she to interpret his wishes if non were said.

    The fun couldn¡ät last for ever, soon enough they yelled from the kitchen, declaring food to be done.

    She got up, the door guard got moving, Karl-Heinz stayed laying and looked at the ceiling with a look of contemplation on his face.

    In his mind the world was weird, endless potential women, all beyond eager to be there for him and beyond manic to please his, or rather there own, carnal desires. Sadly they were all to perfect as relationship material. Yes games are to please fantasies and give you a way to avoid reality, yet this felt to easy!

    Normally Karl would play games and make either an idle game to explore his creativity whilst relaxing with background music or audio podcasts or he would mod the settings or games just right for his skill level and trow himself into the meat grinder of hard but fair games to test his wits.

    The harder you work for it, the more rewarding it is to succeed.

    This game here was neither, it was no multiplayer were part of the fun was to be social, it was no easy mode puzzle or creative game to build factories or landscape sized buildings, it was also boring easy to win in fights by just up and running or shooting with a shit gun from afar.

    Hell the only real challenge was the bitch slapping embarrassment with Vaskra after he got loaded into the game.

    Maybe he should try to hunt some achievements ?

    Grind out some fun ?

    Genocide run would be a possibility, but that was never his thing. So instead he thinks of going for a tech rush.

    How will he do that ?

    No clue, he knows some things but by far not enough to get into space, to generate anti mater, to play with gravity or to create worth while robot maids. ¡äNope bad idea! I already got enough willing women to create a mount waifu, no need to add sex bots to that pile¡ä

    His mind was happily distracted yet again, his hands were busy petting the soft and thick fur of the Lopen on top of him and the women around him weren¡ät trying to vacuum empty his seed tanks. This is a happy moment.

    It ¡°was¡± a happy moment, as such moments pass and end. This time it ended with the Lopen being bodily dragged of off him by Tris and Vaskra coming in to gently lift him and carry him to the Kitchen table, only half intentionally squeezing him into her breasts in the attempt.

    It was a good attempt, until Karl-Heinz struggled his way to freedom again. Glaring a bit at Vaskra with a monotone voice and a bad mood expression on his face ¡°Thanks, but I would like to walk.¡±

    He then managed his way over to a table set with food. As the new ones are still mostly fearing reprisal, they wait for the go signal of the original three.

    Karl sat his ass down and just took from the soup and started eating. His mind was again busy trying to make plans of how to try and grind some more fun out of his situation. Around him the attention was mostly on him, but him just starting to eat was enough for the others to get there fill too.

    The Volume of soup Karl-Heinz snarfed down was a bit much for most of them, but the Lopen and Cannidor Tris both got other ideas when sharing similar sized servings, even thou they got one and a half times his height and close to two times his strength by three times the mass.

    Axiom was just a weird magical energy that way, giving living beings the ability to be bigger and stronger without the need of food, the size would normally need or the mass, the strength would normally need.

    So Karl being a Human without the learned ability to sustain himself with axiom, gave the others quite the shock with his calorie needs displayed. Making more room for hasty assumptions on the women¡äs side.

    The Kohb gently poked Karl-Heinz¡äs belly, gasping as she felt her finger claw sink into the skin a bit, revealing the flab of fat from his beer belly, instead of a tight and trim layer of muscles like all of the others around him had.

    ¡°Why is your belly so squishy?!¡± The Kohb exclaimed in shock sinking the blunt end of a claw on her other hand into the fat.

    ¡°Yeah I know, I should do the effort and lose weight, never a healthy thing to be fat¡± Got returned from the still eating and unbothered Karl, spooning more soup and getting his second serving.

    ¡°But why is your belly like a breast ? Only butts and breasts have fat in them!¡± came again from the Kohb, seeming eager to unravel the mystery of this biological quirk. She also moved closer, forgetting her own food and instead started to play with the beer belly, like a over eager teenage boy would with the first handful of breasts they ever get there hands on.

    Karl and the others just let her do her thing, Karl not being bothered as much as he still was hung up on Sarsa¡äs genital offense and the others were busy with there food or waiting for the results of the Kohb¡äs experiments, no need to hold your own paw or hand into the fire when a willing mad woman is playing test subject for you.

    Then the table collectively gulped as the test subject reaps the reward of being the first. ¡°Can I use your belly boob as a pillow please?¡± The Kohb asked, eyes looking up at Karl-Heinz, both hands partially sunk into the belly fat.

    ¡°Eh sure, no problem with that I think¡± from Karl, was then what roused everyone else to lose there cool and try to copy the Kohb, everyone trying to get as big of and acting Oscar in being cute and also begging to be allowed to sleep on his belly or other body parts.

    Sarsa did her duty and reigned them back in line ¡°We got the system set up! Wait your turn or you will suffocate him!¡± It was still partially evident, that the Nagasha herself also desired that treat of closeness, but her need for order in the Harem won out that internal argument.

    So the day ended with a full belly, a Kohb, whose name he hadn¡ät learned, on his belly, him laying on the belly and breasts of a Lopen , whose name he also hasn¡ät even tried to learn, whilst he was being watched from Tris to the background noise of Vaskra and Sarsa resuming there competition in arguing with walls.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 17 : Drama / Troubled Night

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    Chapter 17 : Drama / Troubled Night

    The Sleep that followed his first bunker day found Karl and his current bed arrangement quickly. It had been a busy and tiring day. Yes he did bump bimbos and he liked this encounter more than the last two times he had a moist crotch region.

    The night itself wasn¡ät so peaceful sadly. After finishing just one deep sleep phase, being in a time period that he could be awoken with any chance of success, he did get pulled out of his slumber.

    Not by over eager hands or lips on his most important quality, not by breast or butt suffocating him in his sleep, not even by idle scratch marks caused by twitching aliens he is sleeping with.

    No this time that sand man had failed him was the continued world record attempt from Sarsa and Vaskra at being the worlds best at ¡°Arguing against a wall¡± tournament about who would hold the nebulous title of FW, the firstest of fuck meat wife, with the added benefits of nothing as the roles of who does what already seems to have been spread around and decided.

    This bunker was working fine and the people in it were doing there duty¡äs well enough for now. Yet the snek and Tret trash wouldn¡ät shut up in the quiet times of the day.

    Groaning as he gently removed the Kobold looking alien short-stack from his belly and gently getting out of the soft embrace of many mammaries with fur covering, which wasn¡ät the best ergonomically to lay in sleeping position, but was the best bed he could ever remember laying in due to 80% horny factor.

    It took him longer than it should have to get up, so long too long that the Lopen woke up and hearing the noise for herself, decided to follow along with what wordless plan she didn¡ät understand, from the weird hand gestures Karl-Heinz did, but wants to see it anyway.

    So they followed the sound to its source, both mostly undressed. They find Sarsa and Vaskra looking tired as hell, they seem to be giving it there all.

    Karl then dramatically snaps his fingers to get there attention.

    The finger snapping doesn¡ät work the first or fifth time and instead he then uses his craft spell on the two distracted targets. From the ground lumps of rock fly up and hit them both in the mouth, only to not hit but rather encase them. Giving them solid stone gags with a hole in the middle that shows that there tongues and jaws are fixated locked into place, there lips are encased into the rock and the hole allows them to still breathe, but also very limited speech in form of grunts or simple sounds.

    ¡°Now that I got your attention,¡± Karl reprimanded, pausing it with a small yawn. ¡°We were trying to sleep, and you should too. I hope these will give you the time to thing about how you use your air a bit better.¡± He was pointing at both there gags in turn. ¡°And one more thing¡± Another rock slammed from the ground into Sarsa¡äs crotch, suffusing into a polished smooth chastity belt looking solid stone panties. ¡°Horny jail for you for being way to grabby with my balls and dick.¡±

    Sentence spoken and enacted, Karl-Heinz turned around and left the room again, his Lopen bed followed in stunned silence and the wall arguing competition turned into a staring grunt contest, which was still very stubborn, but they were much quieter for it. Hearing the continued argument grunts on his way out, Karl groans in frustration ¡°They seem to tired too learn¡±.

    He then looked around for were Tris was sleeping and managed to find her on Watch duty at the entrance of the bunker.

    ¡°Hi Lover, can¡ät sleep? Need a new fluffy bed ?¡± Tris was again grinning as she saw him approach, the grin got a little wider, when she also noticed that her offer egged on his current fluffy bed a bit.

    ¡°Yep hole in one, Vaskra and snek woke me up with there mouth fight,¡± He yawned again still being rather tired, ¡°so I gagged them, they still won¡ät stop. Can you get them to bed please? They seem to tired to see reason.¡±

    Before Tris could answer Karl-Heinz turned around and walked back to his room, Lopen on his heels, Kohb awake and confused looking around where everyone left too.

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    ¡°Lets sleep some more, I am to tired to start a day yet.¡± He said as he waited for his bed to get into position again.

    ¡°What woke you up?¡± The Kohb asked, not hearing anything besides some heavy footsteps in the distance.

    ¡°Screaming snek and Vaskra, now sleep time.¡± He short explained and after about a few minutes of turning into a sleep relaxed illusion of a good sleeping position, much to the rumbling soft moaned delight of the Lopen, Karl fell asleep again.

    - - -

    Only to be woken up again, feeling wise, still to early, by someone using the ¡°let sleeper fall to wake him up¡± technique. This time thou he was less grumpy and more shocked as the chosen method also spikes his adrenaline levels.

    Looking around Karl realizes he is laying on the bed with the Lopen standing next to him and Sarsa and Vaskra looking at him with sorry looks in there eyes. Karl-Heinz doesn¡ät see the wordless pleading.

    He instead first asks ¡°What is going on ?¡± He was trying to make a joke, but to think one up sadly was beyond him at the moment.

    ¡°We saw scouts and think they will be attacking the bunker soon. You can continue to relax here Husband, but we need everyone able to talk now, especially the only one here with any skill in commanding and organizing. ¡° She gestured towards the two gagged sorry wife''s of his. ¡°Any other issues we can go at after we are save and secured you again.¡±

    Having a not fully booted up head quit yet, Karl nodded, rubbed the grime out of his now grimy eyes and used his craft spell to turn the gags into gravel chunks of stone, Both start spitting rocks out of there mouths onto the floor, Vaskra then quickly jogs out of the door, whilst Sarsa remains to say her part.

    ¡°It pains me greatly that you had to resort to such drastic measures, to show me the errors of my actions. I hope to do better from here on out.¡± She said, bowed her head and torso low to the ground and then also retreated out the room, already yelling orders to get the situation under control.

    Karl-Heinz for his part just blinked a bit confused ¡°Oki this is weird.¡± The silence after that sentence dragged on for a minute, before he then couldn¡ät stand it anymore and instead went to distract himself again. ¡°What was your name again ?¡± He said whilest looking up past the rows of breasts at the Lopen¡äs face, him sitting on the bed and her still standing next to him.

    ¡°Laka¡± she smiled as she shared her name with all the grace of a school girl smitten with a mans attention.

    ¡°Laka, Laka Laka Laka ¡­¡± He said in reply, his gaze no longer on her as he repeatedly mumbled the name to remember it better. Karl-Heinz got of the bed and walked right out of his room and right to the storage bunker entrance room, being followed by Laka in full clothing and holding her laser rifle.

    The storage room was empty of people, voices could be heard from the direction of the way out of the bunker, were Sarsa and Karl the day before had set up elaborate ambush points and gun emplacements, that now are being prepared for the battle plan of choice.

    So Sarsa was doing her thing and Karl-Heinz was trying to help. It is a bit hard to help in someone else¡äs plans if you have no idea what the plan is and communications are a bit strained from drama. Instead he went to the stored supply''s, quickly gathered as many metal objects he could find and then with a few memory challenges recreated his mark 1.1 rail-guns plus amunition.

    The rail-guns were still shit and a work in progress, but they would shoot and would deliver pain upon this raid of npc¡äs !

    Laka didn¡ät need to be told anything, the gun like shape was enough to clue her in to take them and bring them to the rest of the defenders. Karl helped her carry the weapons or rather he carried the ammunition that Laka overlooked and didn¡ät think to grab.

    Once the defending girls spot them, Tris eagerly abandons her post, grabs one of the rail guns and some of the lose ammunition, almost vibrating in excitement at holding the to small for her gun, but she very vividly remembers the effects she saw in the last battle. ¡°When you make a better one, let me know!¡± she says before leaving the bunker completely and going up to the ruins of the abandoned village above.

    Vaskra, still with a diminutive and guilty posture takes a rail-gun and wordlessly follows Tris outside, not forgetting to bring ammunition herself.

    The others look a bit bewildered at the display of the gun giddy Cannidor and find the presentation pleasing enough, to also request one of the limited rail-guns. Sarsa face palms and yells them back into order before they can swarm Karl.

    Karl himself walks up to Sarsa, one rail-gun on a not ideal but functional sling hanging on his back, ¡°What¡äs the plan?¡± He asks with groggy still sleepy look and an internal mood of ¡°get the job done, just work your way thru¡±.

    ¡°Well the plan is to keep you save, so what are you doing here ?! The wifes are to defend there husband at all costs!¡± She throws back at Karl-Heinz in a commanding officer voice. The dread of having been rude to her husband can be seen on her face, but she doesn¡ät feel like having the time to be gentle to her lover at this moment.

    Trying to be in the action again Karl tried to argue. ¡°I got range, I got cover, you all got cover and range, soooo another pair of hands to hold the fort is good yes?¡±

    To witch Tris then added ¡°He got a point, also we could get more bitches from who ever attacks by showing off his dick to them after blasting a few to pieces with these nail-guns he made.¡± Her grin almost sounding painfully wide from the giddiness of her voice, as she was stomping around outside, hyping herself up for some fun.

    ¡°Rail-gun, not nail-gun!¡± Karl yelled back out the bunker at Tris in a dry tone.

    ¡°Come out here and nail that into me!¡± Was the not so mature reply from Tris coming back down.

    Sarsa also not at her best just sighed, slithered outside and waved Karl-Heinz to follow her. Once outside she started ¡°The bunker was spotted by scouts who ran of the moment we tried to stop them, they should be back soon with most likely all fighting soldiers of who ever they reported too. We got no real hope of escaping before we know from which way they will be coming and our best chance is to huddle up and break there moral in failed attacks, then try to sweet talk our way out. This will be a mess, so go into the kill hole that is farthest away from the front and be careful to not shoot any of us in the back. Understood ?¡±

    ¡°Yes understood, I will also make more ammunition if you get me more iron or stuff if I get the materials to do so.¡± With this Karl walked back down into the bunker to take up his spot, mood quickly starting to decay without a distraction to suppress his emotional thoughts, waiting for an attack.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 18 : Troubled Night / Battle fuckup

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    Chapter 18 : Troubled Night / Battle fuckup

    Sitting in the Bunker and looking out the loophole into the not to bright night of a alien soon to be battlefield. Karl-Heinz had time to think.

    To much time to think.

    Why to much ?

    Because he did use time to think all thru out his life, think how to craft a metal piece at work, think how to better adjust or feed a machine, think about how to beat a level or boss in a game, think what strategy would smear his current opponent the best against a wall or think what mix of left overs would mix best on this weeks clean out pizza.

    That kind of thinking was focused, single minded and perfectly fine. But now he had to face the problem of having not much to focus his brain on and so it would on its own wander to other areas of life.

    Why was he still single? Why did he only have online friends? Why did no one seemed to like him? Why was life out to get him and go wrong every-time he tried something? Why would his face to face school friends never answer when he tried to contact them or for the chat to fizzle out again withing a day or two?

    These kind of thoughts were the ones he didn¡ät like, the ones Karl always tried to avoid, the ones that made him feel like gutter gunk and made him want to curl up into a ball and cry himself to blissful ignorant sleep.

    So Karl instead let his mind wander, he can feel shit and try to fight it, grinding his mental fortitude to dust before the battle even started or he can just submit and hope that his attention seeks more than just depressed thoughts, Lucky for him, the texture of the walls his creation spell made are suddenly very interesting, as is surfaces of the rail gun, as is the floor, as is the ceiling.

    Soon his attention is not on the stairs anymore and his is at best keeping half an ear open for what is happening around him. Instead Karl-Heinz is full on distracted with tinkering with the rail-gun, playing around with prototypes for a spring loading magazine to not need to fiddle around with each ammunition when trying to shoot but instead then only needing to pull a lever.

    The prototypes are made of stone that he extracted out of the wall. As his mind wanders more and more, he soon has a made of stone design ready of a mark 2 rail-gun whilst his mark 1.1 is still not even sighted correctly yet. Then he goes of the rails and starts designing a repeater ballista that is self loading, self arming and powered by a winch that a human could crank, shooting clay darts as he found clay not far behind the wall he was sitting at.

    As time went by eventually the sound of heavy footsteps snapped Karl-Heinz out of his distraction. Out of reflex he jumped on the ballista and shot. As luck went, his shot hit, the brick colored axiom baked clay dart hit and penetrated.

    The hit went straight thru Tris abdomen in a almost flanking hit, earning him very pissed off grunts of pain from Tris. She didn¡ät stop and collapse from the hit, but instead speed up her walk up to his ambush point, were she pulled out the slightly shocked and guilty looking Karl. She pulled him up into a bear hug and smearing her blood on his right arm and abdomen, whilst his head is again surrounded by mammarian flesh.

    As his world went fuzzy, blue and warm, his reason failed him. He locked up and just let himself get carried off from the Cannidor battle monster.

    Tris for her part had been feeling mostly good for subduing the pitiful attack that had materialized onto the bunkers doorstep. High and mighty she forgot that there was an over eager husband sitting guard, and promptly got herself shot by his newest toy. She very much blamed herself for this one, they all knew he wasn¡ät completely with them in the head, but he was capable enough to be a threat to any who ignore him.

    She had committed that error the second time now and instantly got wounded in a new way as a reward for it. The pain wasn¡ät unbearable, it was a clean piercing hit that only punctured her with no shredding of tissue, the bleeding was no issue as she had bled stronger from fights with other Cannidor in the past.

    The real issue was that her husband looked like a miserable mess, he looked tired as all hell, he had a manic depressed expression on his face as if he was fending of all the armies on his own with no hope of survival and he was surrounded with models, trinkets and chunks of machinery, most likely working on solutions like a mad man possessed.

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    Hiding his face from the others, Tris carried him back to his room.

    Laka had followed Tris to the room and then took over trying to calm him back down, trying to get him to sleep with soothing touches and gentle embracing. Over time maneuvering him back on top of her breasts and gently petting his head.

    Tris for her part wandered of to get help to get her wound closed.

    Karl-Heinz for his part resisted the love. He had done wrong, he had to help with the wrong he had done. He needed to work now to correct what he had done wrong.

    The need to repent his sin with deeds is strong in Karl-Heinz, sadly for him Laka¡äs embrace was stronger. He struggled and urged his body free, but a pair of strong arms and yet stronger legs crossed over his body made that impossible.

    Karl even tried to bite but the thick fur and short reach for his mouth made that effort fruitless. The action of biting itself had gained the attention of more wifes as Laka called for a bit of aid. Not long after his biting attempts, Karl was surrounded in ¡°love¡± and ¡°compassion¡±, which translated to many breasts pinning him down as the owners of the secondary sexual characteristic¡äs were trying there best to calm down there husband.

    This led to a death spiral of him struggling more and more whilst they pinned him down all the harder for it, both party''s getting more worried and a bit frustrated from this interaction. Tris had tried to help out but quickly caught on that her presence had only triggered him renewing his efforts of breaking free, so she was the only one not involved in this struggle snuggle.

    After a few hours of struggling and a few slight changes of strategy, Karl finally collapsed. He was still awake, but his stamina and emotions were by now so drained that he could no longer care about anything. He was tired as all hell in all the ways possible, except for his sexual energy.

    Karl-Heinz did had proven to be such a pain to pin down in form of sheer stubbornness that all the women continued to pin him for minutes longer. They only stopped when they heard the tell tale sign of him sleeping with his snores vibrating a few chests.

    - - -

    When Karl-Heinz woke again, he was still laying on top of Laka but with a odd feeling on his lower body. Grunting and trying to turn around on his bed of boobs failed. He heard grunts and slight curses from a woman and felt arms shifting his legs and hips back into there previous position, of his ass facing downwards and his pole in position to swing a flag on it.

    Rubbing his eyes Karl got greeted by gentle head pats from Laka and the view of a crotch goblin short-stack pumping his pole. This time a real crotch goblin as the bimbo in question was not taller than the Kohb he had on his belly when the night began, but this time it was a Gohb.

    This Gohb was oddly pink with pink hair gelled into spikes, but these spikes were not fully punk as she looked able to quickly squeeze them flat or wear a helmet over this hair statement. The sails she was using for ears were rather large in surface area, going to the sides of her head in a upscale elven ear fashion. Her skin was poison green, her yellow eyes had a bit of a manic expression, but that was to be expected when riding the best thing you ever had inside of you. The odd part in Karl¡äs eyes was that she was so well endowed in hips and breasts as the rest of his harm, yet the size statement of her breasts would have also fit to Tris with the volume on display. She was missing 1 finger on each of her hands and had the stumps to show the loss of them.

    ¡°Morning¡± he then grunted with a but of cold indifference, still not used to this kind of wake up sport, yet still blissfully unaware of the trauma that happened last night.

    ¡°Morning hubby, did you have pleasant dreams?¡± came from Laka paired with a gentle kiss of the top of his head in between the gentle petting.

    ¡°Morning stud, your dong is great!¡± the Gohb moaned riding him cowgirl stile, panting heavy and exhausted. Her chest enthusiastically bouncing up and down with her movements. ¡°I mean I wasn¡ät the first on you this morning, but boy do I loooove how every follow up bounce makes it longer harder and more fun to get the sperm out of you!¡±

    Karl-Heinz didn¡ät know how to interact with over eager sex partners and his brain was still overloaded from the unprocessed stress of yesterday, so much overloaded that he only barely register the arousal from the short stack polishing his pole. So ignoring the sex crazed wife he tried to look at Laka¡äs face, only managing to do so by looking ¡°up¡± and pressing the back of his head into her cleavage.

    ¡°Have you slept good Laka? Oooh and I hope Tris is doing well! Fuck I didn¡ät even say sorry to her yet!¡± Before Laka could answer or give other helpful advice, the Gohb was pushed a side and face first kissing dirt. Karl-Heinz jumped of his bed, grabbed his pants that were discarded by his harem on the ground in the corner of the room and without pulling them on, giving Laka no chance to catch Karl, stormed out of the room searching for Tris.

    As the bunker complex is still only minimally lighted with to few scavenged lamps, and Karl-Heinz having no reverence point of what time of day it was, he just ran around the halls. He peeked into rooms until he managed to find Tris in the ambush spot where he had shot her from.

    Tris was wearing a layer of bandage around her waist, covering the hole that Karl hat made. She was fawning and toying around the Rail-gun mark 2 and the fixed in position ballista. Poking, prodding, tweaking, pulling, and touching everything on the two weapons with a gentle care to not by accident damage anything on them.

    Yet her focus shifted to a naked, liquids dripping lover immediately. Her nostrils flaring as she got a good long sniff of the sweet scent he was again unknowingly spreading around himself. Her grin wide, she lowered herself down onto a four limbed stance and said ¡°Well hubby is ok again? You where rather panicked after the battle yesterday.¡±

    Karl didn¡ät know what to do in a tactful manner in this kind of situation, still he had the urge to make it up to Tris in any way possible, after all she wasn¡ät a real world person who he could either avoid, ignore in shame or try to placate with gifts or simple words of ¡°sorry my bad¡±, this was a main story character that needed to be wined and dined or else the plot would lead him to some genocide bad ending!

    He held a bit of silence, both frozen in place and waiting for his next move. Karl-Heinz took again to long to think about his action and did this thinking part of his apology way to late. ¡°Sorry that I shot you please tell me how I can repent!¡± He stammered out right as Tris started to move again, trying to comfort the naked statue.

    ¡°Repent? What? Do I get a wish to make now?¡± She lumbered closer to him until she could whisper into his ear and continued ¡°You know what I want, sex, guns and lotsa fun in that order¡±

    Karl gulped, still standing stiff at attention, his mind running wild in pessimism drenched ways to fulfill that request good enough, whilst endlessly poking out flaws in his forming plans. This was gonna be a rather hard task in his mind for him to achieve.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 19 : Battle fuckup / Breakthrough

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    Chapter 19 : Battle fuckup / Breakthrough

    Standing there like a mannequin, Karl-Heinz was lost in thought of how to fulfill the given task of Tris to make good on his fuck up. Unhelpful as his game interface was, he got another pop up message informing him that the request is an official quest for him to complete. But the message was what unfroze him, as he cursed internally and his posture slumped down. ¡°Yeah I can do that, what gun do you want and what position do you want to start in?¡±

    ¡°YEEeeeeeessssss¡± Tris hissed excitedly, making a fist-bump and hugging Karl¡äs head between her breasts again. ¡°So gun¡äs I want what ever you can come up with, be it fast firing or firing big stuff! And if I can¡ät carry it I need to be able to take it with me, how every you might do that. Oh and this time you close the door and I start on top of you!¡± She rumbled on in a very cheery way, whilst carrying Karl-Heinz to the room she declared as the fuck room with Karl¡äs head still blinded by blue chest fur.

    Karl regained his vision when he ended up back in his room, apparently the designated fuck room from not just Tris perspective, as he could see several pairs of eyes staring at him from outside the door. Lucky them, the room was empty on the inside, Laka and the fuck goblin Gohb leaving to do other things. The door into the room got closed fast and with so much enthusiasm that he feared for the loss of fingers and broken noses of the onlookers.

    - - -

    One almost interrupted session of seed milking later, someone tried to search something or someone but failed to open the quickly ¡°craft¡± skill lock secured door. Tris was very happy and grinning on the upper end of what her jaw could handle, Karl felt less shit as his pop up message confirmed the first fulfilling of the redemption quest. Karl also felt less shit because the enthusiasm of a plus 200kg murder fluff shark made of nothing but muscles and tits, left him a bit bruised, giving him another distraction to his self loathing trend.

    Limping a little bit out of the room as he tried to get his legs to fully wake up again, after the last slightly to crazy sex position he was in with Tris, thanks to Karl-Heinz accidental mention of more than 3 possible sex positions being a thing. He went straight to the kitchen and drank the first stone bottle of water he saw, empty. Then he went ahead and started to stuff his face with a breakfast worth the gawking looks of Laka, Tris, Vaskra and the Kohb.

    Karl-Heinz tried to make some small talk to lessen the awkwardness ¡°How did the battle go in the end ? I didn¡ät yet hear what had happened up there.¡±

    ¡°Oh I squashed them flat! Your first gun is cool and shoots very long distances but they were to many to just pick them of with the gun, so I counter charged them! You should have seen there faces of pure horror. That was so worth it, but sadly not much of a work out as they didn¡ät try to fight back much and ended up surrendering. Oh and there was this one kill that I made that ...¡° Tris was quicker and louder to answer Karl than the others could match.

    To Karl the noise was bliss, it was kind of like a podcast and he didn¡ät need to watch adds to keep it going, just nod along and pay attention to the very excited and happy Cannidor. A Cannidor that was so over excited in sharing her feats and glory of battles that she ended up jumping from battle to charge to defense to war story without punctuation or pause.

    Not wanting to be outdone, the others tried to chip in some of there own story''s with mixed success as Tris really dominated the show in story quantity, quality and enthusiasm. The others story¡äs to often had sad connotations and red flags of untreated ptsd in them.

    The Shark woman¡äs enthusiasm was so unstoppable that she ended up following Karl-Heinz around again as he went over to turning some of the rail-guns back into the tools they were before his conversion. He did manage to see that the inventory had increased yet again after the battle and promptly turned the surplus uniforms into pillows and blankets, the color patterns were a bit rag tag mixed, but they were all perfectly free of blood and people pieces thanks to his clean cheat skill.

    During his current crafting exploits to make life more livable, Karl-Heinz manages to pick out how the battle last night had gone, even though the telling of that tale was not very chronological.

    The Battle was just a skirmish of more deserters it seems, a few random wanderers saw the bunker and were trying to get there own group to overpower the current occupants for the much saver seeming home. The battle was fast as they all tried to mass charge a laser immune land shark twice or trice there height with only laser weapons and bayonets.

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    Desperation let most of them hold on to there moral long enough for non of them to be able to flee, or so Sarsa seems to believe from what Tris was saying, while the rest were either quickly gored or are now captured and sitting outside in the rain.

    It really took a while until the nugget of information that they now had prisoners outside, wiggle it¡äs way deeper into Karl¡äs distracted mind, but once it finally managed to penetrate he dropped what he was doing, namely being half finished with another patchwork of fabrics blanked. Then he rushed deeper into the bunker and hastily set up prison cells, being a bit skilled by now with his cheat ability, he dug out and reinforced 10 holding-cells in record time.

    Trying to present his newest addition of rooms to Tris, he realizes that Tris walked away and now Laka is laying in a corner and watching him instead. ¡°Oh ¡­ no boom no fun to watch it seems, no she most likely got better stuff to do than watch me all day¡± he mumbles to himself.

    ¡°Oh hubby don¡ät be that defeated, we all got things we need to do and as a Cannidor she got to make sure we are well defended and supplied.¡± Laka said whilst walking over to him and giving him a hug and quick kiss.

    ¡°Also Sarsa asked, if you could set up a proper storage room and workshop so that stuff could go somewhere better than the entry hall.¡± She continues and gently holds him close still.

    In a half defeated, half submitting tone Karl answers ¡°Yeah that makes sens.¡±

    They both then walk into on of the first day mine-shafts and Karl starts to work away again, his mood doesn¡ät improve but it also doesn¡ät worsen. He lets himself get sucked into his work and over commits to the polish and perfection he wants from his task.

    He gets interrupted from a wife informing him that supper is ready, whilst he was busy to try and construct a simplistic mil, he already had succeeded in making a drill a lathe lots of hand tools and massive storage spaces that could hold all forms of stuff in big pallet boxes or just on shelf''s. He tried to make ice boxes but didn¡ät find a way to cool them. He also hadn¡ät managed to create electric motors, so the machines weren¡ät of much use yet.

    Not being too engaged this time into his current activity, Karl manages to reach the table as it is being set instead of like last time when everything was just sorta waiting for him. The feeling of lust and longing aimed at him wasn¡ät any lesser still, he was the only dick in this Harem game he had seen so far, he is the player and he is getting a bit overwhelmed from the constant social interactions.

    Karl-Heinz up until his relocation was a lonely and secluded man, and now he didn¡ät have a moment to himself for half a week straight since he went to sleep in Sarsa¡äs room after the battle, every other moment since then he was surrounded or submerged by his or random other women, all eager for his attention and seemingly even more eager for his joystick.

    Not even on the loo he was left alone, the loo he had made was mostly a hole in a rock with a septic tank below, but still the watchdog on duty was waiting outside the door, often trying to get some small talk out of him.

    The constant stress of trying to avoid his own issues, trying to be the best possible and deliver flawless work, the social stress of not truly knowing what the ones around him think and just going on random impulses, impulses that in the past have earned him many slaps to the face by being socially bad taste, was getting to him, really overflowing the damn. The damn he erected and reinforced in his mind over a decade now, to keep his mind in check, his emotions bottled up and his fingers to work away to get the paychecks flowing in.

    The life just had to go onwards into the next year, the next month, the next week, the next day, the next hour. Slowly walk forward until the sweet hope of eventual happiness could be obtained or the bliss of dreamless nights reset his mood to a better position.

    The flurry of women chatting and getting there lives organized, into more than just a childish short lived temperament in a tree house shack, until mommy or daddy army came to slap them back into line, at gun point as example for the other front line boots, came to a halt when they noticed Karl-Heinz, there sole reason for doing all this, to start crying steady slow rivers down his face. He was still moving as if he was perfectly fine, but the tears and expression betrayed the internal breakdown happening.

    Karl wasn¡ät breaking down for the first time just now, the first time was a complete shit show when he was in school and a young kid, now though he had the required numbness and experience to soldier on even though his mind was self destructing and imploding. He knew his rational was now more pessimistic than what was survivable with a gun in reach, but he had no such weapon nor state of mind to create one at hand. As long as no one around him notices his shit show he can later go and get that happiness boost from having fun time with the next closest sex toy or woman near by.

    ¡äYeah a sex toy would be a good idea, but fuuuuck I got no porn to fap with! I need porn to get hard and do it on my own in such a situation, so I did need to fuck with one of them again, at least they all got my taste of sexy body ¡­ unrealistic big, hehe. Why is life so shit again, Why can¡ät I just be left alone ?¡ä was Karl-Heinz thought process as mama Lopen did her job.

    Laka walked up behind Karl and hugged the side of him with one arm, gently petting his head with the other hand, gently cooing and trying to make soothing noises and calming sweet nothing sayings. The rest of the women understood that this seemed to relax him and aid his rampaging affliction.

    Half of the ones present suspected he got ptsd of some kind, most of the troops and themselves had that affliction, but his symptoms triggered at random and he was way to calm when he moved to still try and eat whilst half of his mouth was covered from a side hug. Non of them had any idea but they saw Laka take action and were now following her lead.

    Soon all the woman who could engage in body contact were doing so, again restraining Karl-Heinz, but this time without him trying to break free, this time he was just relaxed to a point that there hugging was even keeping him from sagging down onto the floor and lay there as a sack of potato misery.

    At this point Karl-Heinz just shut down completely. He gave up his self control and his quiet crying turned into full on audible sobbing. His mind went blank as his active thoughts escape his grasp, now was the moment of perfect meditation as his mind was empty and he could feel the deeper layers of himself. The deeper layers of depression, suppressed emotions and mental hell¡äs of his own making.

    The rest of that day was a blur for Karl, he got carried of to the fuck room, which someone had granted with an inscription on the door, laid to bed on Laka and then he was covered in two of the smaller women, the Kohb and the Gohb, together with one of his newly made blankets. Then he was gently eased into sleep as the gentle dotting eased his flow of emotions down enough for exhaustion to take him to sleep.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 20 : Breakthrough / Troubleshooting

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    Chapter 20 : Breakthrough / Troubleshooting

    A new day, a new story to write, more achievements to collect, more legs rushing into his room as Karl-Heinz hears a beckoning call from Laka as she notices him waking up.

    The sheer crowd of his wifes and what feels like newly recruited ¡°allies¡±, which most likely also want to ride the fun stick, but get whiped to do other tasks by Sarsa¡äs iron ruling fist into doing anything else aside from riding. Karl-Heinz was again in a rather sickly pessimistic mindset.

    He also was dog piled by to many doting wifes to do much more than slightly struggle, still covered in the blanket, which is now hold down by the women sitting on the ends of said blanket. Needless to say they were all staring at him, most judging trying to crack the code of his mental illness, others to see what happens next out of morbid curiosity as his penis worked with or without Karl¡äs mind intact and the last few were clearly calculating the quality of there choice of joining the bunker gang, but the doubters most likely had not that many healthier options awaiting them elsewhere.

    So the silence in the room and occasional shifting of a body, dragged on for a few whole minutes until Tris broke the spell out of boredom. ¡°Did you overwork yourself back there or what ?¡±

    ¡°Noooo not really, I worked harder back home and grinded away happily. Then Back on my pc I would game away the remaining hours of the day or watch videos to remove the boredom.¡± Karl-Heinz defended himself out of sheer reflex.

    Tris tried to call that a stupid argument, but Sarsa was faster and cut her off ¡°So are you addicted and missing your drug? Do you need alcohol or other drugs? I know half of the camp we were in were addicts of some kind.¡± Sarsa said whilst slithering closer, looming her torso over him next to Tris.

    Before Karl could again reflex defend himself, Laka blocked his mouth with one hand and answered while glaring at Sarsa. ¡°He is no addict! He isn¡ät even shaking, addicts usually start trembling when they don¡ät get there kick and he is instead crying and mumbling in emotional pain! A silent scream! He has no axiom presence because he wants to hid his pain to not be a burden!¡±

    Not knowing how to get back into this conversation, being effectively shielded by mama bear Laka dog wife, Karl remained quiet and his mind wanted to start wandering again, but all the attention focused on him with out a easy way out or clear expectations, made him stay focused. They all were so serious about this topic of why he cried that non even tried to sneak a grab or sniff of him, even though he again had a half hard morning wood under the blanket.

    There was a part of the conversation that he missed out on as he had made his observations of the seriousness of the wifes in the room, so he was a bit startled by the question from Laka of ¡°So hubby, can you tell me or any of us your problem and what do we need to do or get to fix it?¡±

    Being fully aware that he needed to give an answer as fast as he can or be declared mentally immature and forth on be treated like he was a mental asylum patient, which he already was, but he never quite realized yet, He didn¡ät want that kind of treatment so he bought himself some time with ¡°Wait a bit, this is hard to put into words.¡±

    The room went dead silent and everyone watched him intently.

    It took 4 whole minutes for Karl-Heinz to get his mind into the right spot to answer the question that should have been asked a long long while ago.

    ¡°When I go by what my doctors back home told me, I am sick with depression and a few other mental issues that are restricting my social skills. I tried to live a happy life and so far only ever managed happiness by being distracted.¡± Waving an arm around at everyone in the room he continues. ¡°this game has been both the biggest and least distraction I had so far in my life. When I get bored I end up sad. When I fail or hurt others I need to right my wrong or feel guilty. When I tried to fix my depression in the past I failed and was right back to misery again as I never had the motivation to try to pull thru on fixing my depression.¡±

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    He started to cry as he continued to deadpan voice his answer. ¡°I am a lonely miserable fat fucker that no one wants except for other miserable fuckers online or desperate losers who have less than me or game characters that are made to want the player.¡± He sniffed some snot back into his nose but failed at the sheer liquidity of it and instead smeared it together with some of his tears onto his arm.

    Karl-Heinz then used the chance to use his cleaning cheat on everyone in the room as the many grimy spots he could see on most of the women, irked his need of perfection quite badly.

    The rest of the room was stunned at what he had said, they didn¡ät understand many of his points, some understood non of the points, but cooler heads prevailed and they had understood enough to continue the conversation.

    ¡°You think this is all just a game? Why?¡± Tris asked with her usual lack of tact.

    Being an easy straight forward question in Karl¡äs mind, he answered before Laka could play shield again ¡°Well this is to much of a dream come true, bad easy to handle enemy''s, sexy bimbo lovers eager to please me, miracle powers from but the most over powered of story''s, cool technology to play with,¡± Karl was running out of points to make so he instead shifted his argument over to the finishing phase ¡° and many more grandiose things! Even the bad stuff plays into the good stuff to make me struggle just enough to feel gratitude for when I achieve something! I even get quests and statistics and other game functions in my vision.¡±

    This again prompted worry withing the wife¡äs, thye all had no statistics or quest windows in there vision or lives. Laka tried but didn¡ät manage to look closely into Karl-Heinz eyes, instead Sarsa managed to get a deeper closer look into the eyes. ¡°Do you see a quest or what ever now ?¡± Sarsa asked whilst holding her stare.

    ¡°Ehhh yes and no, I can see some info on the side of my vision, but no quest window, wait let me bring up my menu.¡± He brought up his menu, half embarrassing himself because of feeling like a weirdo for doing so.

    Sarsa starring stopped and she recoiled in shock. ¡°Gals ! He is seeing stuff! I can see the blue flash in his eyes when he has something in his vision.¡° This prompted every other woman to also try to have a look, were only Laka and Tris succeeded by sheer force of muscle, pushing aside all the other heads in the way and then shielding the now stun shocked Karl. This was way to much attention from way to many people at once for him.

    Lucky him, Laka cleared a room around herself of women and moved herself over Karl, whilst he fell onto the bed and now had Laka standing on all fours over him. Vaskra was busy shooing the small folk out of the room, Tris was shooing the medium sized people out of the room and Sarsa was leaving the room declaring a meeting in the mess-hall.

    After a few short moments to catch his breath, Karl tried to get out of bed and was gently assisted by his, in his mind, personal maid Laka. Whilst Laka thought of him of even more need of protection.

    No one having even the faintest good idea of ridding Karl-Heinz of the visions in his eyes or the illnesses in his head. The idea of just removing Karl-Heinz eyes was mentioned but shut down just as fast as similar good sounding but bad side effect ideas. They all ended up back at the start, they would first secure there current position and continue to expand the bunker and there survivability of this war zone. They would now look out for medical people and supply''s with more urgency.

    Karl-Heinz was in the background guarded by a now very trigger happy Laka, armed with a laser rifle, and an overeager Vaskra as she truly had points to make, favors to earn and wanted to continue her position in the inner circle of Karl-Heinz harem. Karl-Heinz mostly ignored the odd commotion going on, having managed to mentally slip out of his worry''s and instead focused on eating. He was already noticing that he wasn¡ät eating enough and felt weaker.

    In fact he was feeling extra hungry from all the stress his life was in the last few days but also was extra stressed for being constantly distracted from everything, including eating. Eating less of course just sprinkled in that bit of extra stress. His only saving grace was his numbness to many of his bodily woes when sufficient enough distracted with a task or work.

    Lucky for him, now he had the chance to do some real stress eating and so he let disappear two meals worth of food and washed it down with enough water to last 3 people for a day.

    The discussion of what should be done next was broken up and they all went back to do there work. Karl-Heinz for his part got left alone with his current body guards.

    This fit his needs just fine, he had an idea to make an electric engine for the workshop. Once he managed to wiggle his way into the workshop, he went and used the biggest unfairness cheat skill in the history of crafting, and created an electric engine. He managed to insulate the wires with the clay that he turned into a ceramic housing, engine cooling and wire insulation. The rotor was just spinning away on ball bearings, with near to zero resistant, in a near air tight capsuled sections on the machine and the motor itself was then driving the lathe as if it were 1950 over a belt system.

    The fancy high tech perfection was mixed with simplistic solutions, he only had so much inspiration in him so he currently couldn¡ät be asked to make a gearbox or such. He was just very happy that he managed to produce a laser magazine powered air cooled motor that could power other machines. Also he made a few of these engines and set them into the corner for when they were needed for other projects.

    The onlookers were rather impressed as he brought the engines to life, not that they grasped what he could do with them, but that Karl-Heinz knew enough to create something so bizarre that could create a spin. A spin that when tested was strong enough to win in a tug of war against Laka, then Tris, then lose against both as the set up broke from the stress of the pulling.

    Karl-Heinz was so in his zone of distraction and being unbothered that he then skipped a meal again and found himself hungry and very thirsty at the supper table again.

    Everything seemed back to normal again, the wifes were idle chatting, he was enjoying filling himself, even though he despised the blandness of the food, and everyone seemed optimistic, at least to Karl-Heinz.

    Still his wifes weren¡ät mindless npc¡äs, as such they did bring up his most least favored topic yet again.

    Tris did the honors as they others were in her mind again to slow to do it. ¡°What is a depression?¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 21 : Troubleshooting / Secondhand Knowledge

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    Chapter 21 : Troubleshooting / Secondhand Knowledge

    Tris asked ¡°What is depression?¡± in her usual bluntness.

    All eyes were focused again on Karl-Heinz, but this time it was less of a ¡°you are worthless and bad¡± connotation of the question in his mind, as he didn¡ät have to bear open his flaws directly to answer the question. Mere indirect self deprecation if one would want to make the argument, but Karl didn¡ät have the interest in actively aiding his bad feelings.

    ¡°Depression in simple words is that someone felt so bad for so long, that he can¡ät stop feeling bad and useless, The worse it gets the worse one feels and usually the depressed person ends himself to stop the misery.¡± Before continuing he shoved another spoon full of soup into his mouth as everyone processed that information. ¡°It can be healed, when a skilled psychiatrist can find the reason of the depression and then work the sick guy out of his misery.¡±

    His audience was still processing this information, Sarsa and Vaskra facepalming for not asking Karl-Heinz more thoroughly days ago, he continued his now derailing answer, as he had answered it to potential lovers on dating apps so often in the past right before getting blocked or unmatched. ¡°I don¡ät know the core of my issue, I just know that I don¡ät have enough friends, not take care of my mental problems and generally am fuck out of happiness most weeks of the year. Maybe also to pessimistic.¡°

    He Shrugged again and continued to eat his meal. The room went into half whispered murmurs as they all tried to understand this, but mostly lacked the knowledge foundation to properly grasp the concept of depression in comparison to ptsd.

    After a short while Tris broke the silence, as she didn¡ät let herself be bothered by this kind of knowledge. ¡°If we keep you happy, you will be ok. So what fun thing do you want to do next?¡±

    This earned Tris a few angry glares and a hardy slap from Laka, as most of the wifes didn¡ät deem the situation over quite yet and wanted to continue the current progress they were making with there most valuable asset.

    Before Karl-Heinz was able to answer, the motherly shield of Laka interposed herself verbally. At least that was Laka¡äs instinct to try and do, but even she got overruled by Sarsa this time. Sarsa with sheer volume and concentrated presence of a person in command, overruled everyone with an amazing display of loud yet calm order ¡°Silence! You all stand down and listen! Karl you tell us now how the depression is to be cured and then we will see to that that happens.¡±

    The Nagasha then switched to a much softer and less voluminous sound, as she had successfully culled the room into attention and submission. ¡°You are a constant threat to yourself and others with your bad decisions and moody breakdowns, this is a war zone, we are in danger and we need you to rally more allies and to not implode at any given moment.¡±

    The heavy undertone and seriousness didn¡ät manage to completely penetrate Karl¡äs mental shield of self defense by indifference, but it did get him to rattle of the theoretical knowledge he had remembered from way back when he had still tried to get therapy to work. ¡°The idea of depression is, you learn things as you do them. When you draw or dig trenches, you get better at it the more you do it. Same goes for feeling happy or sad, when you are happy at every moment, then it is very easy for you to be happy and be optimistic. Depression sets in when you are so constantly sad, that you only feel bad at every given moment.¡±

    Laka reached out to try and embrace Karl-Heinz into a hug, but the sharp stare of Sarsa made her abort that action. Karl continued undisturbed. ¡°Now the talking doctor talks with the depressed person to try and find why he started feeling sad all the time and then they try to fix his life so he no longer is permanent sad and to rebuild slowly what the sad person gave up on before being found depressed and getting treated.¡±

    The room was focused solely on Karl, who to his own luck wasn¡ät socially aware enough to develop stage fright, he started to blush a little as his subconscious brain realized the attention, yet his speech went on unhindered. ¡°Now my issue was or is that I am a lonely asocial weirdo, who has no clue how to fit in with other people and has no way to even start to fit in anywhere. So I am lonely and have no motivation to do anything but to go to work and play games.¡±

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    At that self reflection a tear creeped into his eye, but before it could fully manifest he had a random idea and abused the stone from the floor and the walls to make a mostly simplistic chess board and figure set.

    Before Tris or other quick mouthed wifes could throw in there next reactive comment, Sarsa asked. ¡°Now you aren¡ät lonely here and being swarmed with eager faces, what other issues do you have that you know of ?¡±

    Karl stops what he is doing and starts rubbing his head, seemingly trying to squeeze thoughts out of it faster by treating it like a lemon that still has some juice left to be squeeze rubbed out of itself. ¡°gnnnnnn hmmmmmmm ¡­ ok, yeah, so the way I keeped myself working was to have all basic needs meet, drinking lots of water, eating healthy food, not be exposed to the elements, have some social contacts in my games, have a meaningful job or rather work I do, do some exercise to stay fit and have enough sleep. Nothing more I can think of ¡­ nope this is all I think.¡±

    To this Vaskra had spotted a flaw that she couldn¡ät pin down and asked. ¡°Then why did you have your crying fit yesterday or when you shot Tris?¡±

    This question hit a sore spot in Karl-Heinz, he froze up for a few long seconds: Again Laka was about to try and shield him again, yet she caught on that he can take a few hard questions and just needs time to get an answer out. At least she hopes that is the way his head works, otherwise it would be very bad of her to let this happen.

    Karl¡äs face was still not betraying much of anything going on in his head as he dropped his answer ¡°I got overloaded.¡± This stumped his wifes and after a few more seconds of questioning glares and answer beaconing gestures, he continued with a few more words. ¡°I destress badly, I don¡ät care about most things or try to not care, but it sneaks up and overwhelms me here and there.¡±

    ¡° So you are like one of the officers in the back line that bitch and moan about every battle lost, don¡ät care about the women killed and dish out punishments when there meal gets to them cold or 2 minutes late?¡± Came from one of the new faces, which was followed by a few hard smacks and punches, that knocked her to the floor and left her gasping for air.

    Laka¡äs motherly senses got there fuses blown out by that comparison of there husband to the sheer universal subject of undivided hatred on both sides of the front line. Leaving Karl¡äs side, she grab that woman and dragged her, by her foot, of out of the room, closely followed by the Kohb and another wife Karl hadn¡ät cared to look at or get her name yet.

    The room was rather tense and loaded with trepidation of what Karl would do to react to this display of disrespect.

    Karl-Heinz just wasn¡ät able to read the room correctly, mentally declared the uncomfortable questioning session concluded and instead gestured to the crowd of still present wifes. He then says ¡°So who would like to learn and or play chess?¡± as he points at the finished and now fancy shining set of slightly stylized chess figures and board in front of him.

    Not missing a beat and wanting to be the first this time at something, Sarsa pushed the others away and leveled herself opposite of Karl-Heinz at the game board. After the less regal act of her taking the offer was done, she then dismissed the most of the rest of the onlookers with ¡°I know you still got tasks to do! Now go and finish the inventory of the last raid and don¡ät skip the other tasks, I hope one of you also switches out with the current guard too!¡±

    This made them scatter out of the room like cows once there milking is done, with the next cow behind them pushing them out away of the milking machine, with the attitude to match the emptied cow.

    Tris and Vaskra Stayed and flanked the game.

    As Karl-Heinz explained to the background noises of some punitive beatings, the women present tried to process this new heap of information. Not being subjected to much propaganda and lies in there life, they took the statements at face value and tried to work out solutions to the problem.

    After a while and a bit into the first test game, Laka returned and then joined in in watching the to them unknown game.

    Tris rather quickly declared ¡°Well this is boring, get me if something interesting happens.¡± and then she fucked off to somewhere unknown.

    Being on the topic of games, Karl-Heinz took the moments where Sarsa had to think about her next move, with the aid of a stone slab that had the legal movements of the figures etched into, he went ahead and created a small pile of dice, popular easy to remember and recreate board games and even tried to create some cards for card games, but quickly dumped that, because stone cards were very impractical and he didn¡ät want to leave and get other materials.

    Further being side tracked as the slow game of Sarsa learning chess went on, he then made stone slates with the roles of the other games he had created and explaining some of them to Vaskra and Laka.

    Over some time the room filled again with other wifes and soon they were almost all playing games.

    This made them happy enough to shower there priced stud with some prays of his ingenuity.

    The praises did spark a small smile on Karl-Heinz face, which was noted by Sarsa, causing her to smirk herself.

    A while and a few quick loses against the much more skilled, but quickly being out matched, Karl later. He yawned and got up ¡°I am tired so I will go to sleep now.¡±

    As he was leaving the room Tris commented with a snicker. ¡°fuck em up good hubby!¡±

    This confused Karl-Heinz a bit until he got to his room and found today''s rotation of waifu¡äs awaiting there turn with him. But rather it was the first rotation of the plan they had worked out to all have a turn on the magic lance. He had just been to much of a mess or random weirdo until now to actually get there schedule started.

    Feeling mostly good at that moment and himself having had a full day to recover his lower stamina, the eye candy sprinkled around the fuck room and on his bed made him very ready very fast.

    When he stepped into the room he even was ambushed from behind by a very passionate kiss and guide, carried on groping hands over to the bed.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 22 : Secondhand Knowledge / Evening Pancakes

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    Chapter 22 : Secondhand Knowledge / Evening Pancakes

    After some deliberation Karl-Heinz learns that everyone in his harem wants to ride the magic stick that causes the biggest swellings possible and is the hottest thing on the front right after a lasting peace deal and demilitarization. So it was planned and implemented that every member was given a chance of there own milking session to also receive the biggest bump increase them self''s, but as he is a complicated complex butterfly of many layers of mental fuckery, the plan is currently on hold and being reworked.

    So now he is grouped up with the 3 , as it is suspected that 3 women is enough to tire him out to a point of non continuation or until there is no more juice to squeeze left in him, of his wifes that just happened to have been ¡°neglected¡± thus far.

    So now he was staring down an Erumenta, a Tret and Laka. To really disappoint any lolly, flat chest or child like body enthusiast in Karl, they ALL had the perfect comical hourglass body type with features wider than there torso. Lucky for Karl, that was the kind of body type he liked in a partner.

    He wouldn¡ät be picky, given the desperation of his lonely years and would have taken any at least half descent woman that could slur two words of consent together and was barely not frail enough to die of off the stress of a good fucking. But he never even managed to meet the desperate counter part of the opposite gender of his.

    Looking back at what he had now in this weird game of his, this was for the better or he would have done some stupid white knight thing and not have had willing sex with any of them, stranding him alone in the waist-land until some stray stroke of bad luck or hunger ended his misery. It could have also ended him up as a sex slave, he had no illusions about who would win in a straight up fight if he ever faced of against Tris on muscle alone.

    Either way, he was here, felt semi ok and it seems that his wifes deemed it time for a milking. This soothed him just fine with how often he would usually spill lube on his own toys in all that pc fun time he had had at hand.

    The Erumenta before him is a shadow Erumenta, this meant that without even trying she had a goth appeal to her, her skin was white, her hair raven black and her body surrounded in an ever present outline of darkness. Not much darkness, like a black hole, but more that she gave herself a constant contrast of her white skin to her surrounding background. Her breast were only E cups, putting them on the smaller end of what is jiggling around in this world, as far as Karl-Heinz has seen. Yet her hips were still child bearing and her features joyful and energetic, even though they had some crow feet and wrinkles starting to form of old age.

    There mandatory trench coat uniform killed the aesthetic of a goth, and the patch nature of her clothes made it seem as that she had deserted the active fighting front for longer than most. The remaining patterns of her clothes also betrayed that her original allegiance where of the other nation of this red vs blue fight.

    Sarsa got this good under control so Karl just ignored that detail, just like everyone else around him did so far.

    Compared to all the furry or alien fetish fuck bait Karl-Heinz had meet or seen until now, the yet to be fucked Tret seemed down right boring. As if following a clich¨¦ check list for world war 1 trench-line porn, she was covered in a most likely scavenged trench-coat, had long straight brown hair, her body shape was closer to human standards with only big d cup breasts, which failed to fill the front of her clothes.

    She was overall young looking and eager to start, given that her pants was already on the floor and will soon be joined by her other clothes. As she exposes her belly and chest, Karl could see ribs showing and her hips were wide but with much less ass than the other girls had so far.

    Filling this oddity under ¡°not my problem for now¡±, Karl¡äs gaze went back upwards and enjoyed her full lips and sapphire blue eyes. She was smiling without showing her teeth but with as much enthusiasm as she could give.

    Karl was then pulled out of his ogling activity by a row of furry breasts enveloping his head in a side hug, whilst two over eager hands undid his simplistic pants and let them fall half way to the floor. The other half of the way the pants were dragged off of him with a furry foot paw holding them down and two strong arms lifting him up.

    Before his brain could reengage in taking action or even a proper reaction, he was again dumped on his bed like a sack of potatoes. He did find it a bit funny that the last few times he ended up on his bed was by other beings hands and not his own, maybe a tradition was forming here.

    But this time Laka was looming over him instead of him lounging on top of her. So no tradition was set in stone just yet.

    But the furry orbs of mammal attraction did manage to get his stick stone hard rather fast. It was a bit odd to Karl-Heinz that he could go so often each day without ending up going dry from the lack of swimmers to give, out milking his production capability so to speak. Yet here he was about to be milked again and it seemed that they would get the liquid they desired in and maybe on them.

    Laka for her part focused on getting her care-taking charge hard and inside of herself, starting by gently and slowly rocking back and forth, letting her stiff nipples rub over Karl¡äs still dressed belly and chest, cursing herself for not waiting that little bit longer to get him fully nude.

    Her Vagina was dripping in need and even though the skin contact was reduced, she still reached her desired effect.

    Not being able to see past her breasts to line up the pole-dive, she lowered herself a bit further, letting her orbs sag down onto his torso as she searched the penis with her vaginal lips and lightly ruffled his shirt with the slight dragging of the boobs on him.

    To her rescue came newly nicknamed Goth waifu the shadow Erumenta, slapping Laka¡äs ass and grabbing then aiming Karl¡äs dick. ¡°Get on with it already we also want our turn before he falls asleep or has a session again.¡±

    Laka yipped, tried to protest the comment made, but was cut of by her own involuntary moan of sexual bliss as the void inside of her was filled for the first time with a flesh and blood penis. She was then hit by a strong wave of lust unknown to Laka as the pre cum at the tip of the spear worked its biochemical pheromone magic on the Lopen¡äs neural system.

    Needing no other input or further prompting the large woman went to work. Her hips hammering away at his groin at unsustainable speeds as the first time having sex with a human hits her way to hard for her to control or restrict herself.

    Laka¡äs mind was only able to think about the primal need of fucking as hard as possible, her sole focus on the penis in her and the warm body below her. Her breast laying heavy on Karl as she was laying her chest on him while her hips and legs worked away like a vibrator plate compactor, trying and somewhat succeeding in paving this road forward.

    Karl was having a less ideal time, his hips were aching from the heavy fast slams of Laka, he was unable to see or properly breathe or call for help with the smothering breasts in his face. Yet the howling of a rutting bitch were still easy to make out and make his ears ring a bit from the volume and close proximity.

    Karl also had a bad time, as even though he could swear having felt Laka orgasm twice in quick succession, but he might be wrong on that one, he had not cum yet and the discomfort he was feeling aided in his this time involuntary use of the blue balls orgasm denial skill.

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    He tried slapping Laka¡äs flank with his semi free arms, which lead them to be captured and guided into wet holes that added there moans to the choir when he tried to pull them free and unintentionally giving them what they wanted.

    Something somewhere also found it funny in trying to tickle him. He was numb enough to not really start to giggle uncontrolled, yet he still could feel it and be distracted by it.

    Meanwhile Laka was blissfully zoned out, the subconscious use of axiom boosted her stamina and strength enough to continue the usually unsustainable movements of her hips, but she neither noticed nore cared about that detail all she registered in her mind was the constant hard rubbing over her very sensitive and oil slick well lubed inner walls.

    The penis wasn¡ät hitting any special right spaces, it was hitting all the spaces at random and it was hot in heat and she could feel it dripping precum and it was pulsating with its own heartbeat and a million other details that made it feel just right to make her feel lust in its purest form.

    Nothing else mattered in that moment to her. She was happy and she would rear his puppy''s.

    Then she felt an even bigger spike in her lust that she didn¡ät think was possible, it fired of a new wave of an orgasm, no plural, orgasms ! They were being triggered by a torrent of cum being shot into her and smeared everywhere, until she managed to slam him as deep as she could into herself to get as much of the load as deep as she could.

    Being firmly seated on her throne her internal muscles went to work and milked as much out of the penis as they could manage. The pure feeling of bliss was all enveloping Laka, she started to contently rumble and instinctively hug Karl-Heinz against herself and half way into her cleavages.

    Laka did do a lot of panting from that exhausting workout session, but got pulled out of her dreamy mindset by a group of hands rolling her on her side. As she was still hugging Karl, he came along for the ride and again was laying atop Laka¡äs chest, just this time faced downwards into the valley.

    So the eager work of wet hands to get there fun into a functional position started. Mama dog Laka was holding Karl in a bear hug and still not fully down from her trip, whilst the other two normal sized women tried to free him from Laka or to get him facing upwards again.

    They did manage to get him partially freed rather fast, Karl was helping as he to wanted too be able to see and breathe freely again. It still took them rather long to free him the rest of the way, as halfway turned his shoulder and flank fell into the mammarian valley and wedged itself stuck there with a reshuffling of the bear hug.

    Once Laka was down of her high completely, Karl was easily freed the rest of the way. Karl then elected to voice is request and opinion. ¡°Can I for one do the fucking ? It is nice to just lay back and get ridden like a price pony, but I also got muscles to use.¡±

    As answer he got questioning, confused looks of what a pony is, but the actual voicing of the question got suppressed from the still existing pressing need of the yet unfucked women. Instead he got a nod and sexy poses to better show of there, by now naked, body¡äs with very moist groins, to be selected for round two.

    Finding both women equally enough attractive that it didn¡ät matter to him which one he would poke first, Karl did a mental almost coin-flip and went to point a finger at the smaller than usual breasted Tret.

    This caused her to do a small jump of joy, making her assets jiggle enticingly in the motion whilst goth Erumenta nodded and then took a step back, somehow also slightly fading out of the light of the room whilst Karl and the Tret got themselves situated.

    Not having any real plan or understanding of how sex with a man works, Karl managed to get them both into the doggy style position , after a short explanation and Laka¡äs unrequested aid in demonstrating the female position of the maneuver and the many apparent benefits.

    Laka¡äs droning stopped the moment the uncontrolled moaning of the Tret started.

    Karl was taking it slow for once and that meant a slow insertion, gently easing his now again hard dick into the warm wet welcoming folds of the woman before him, making her mind flood with all the pleasure and lust that get sparked by such a intimate touch. Being able to take it slow also gave Karl the chance to better enjoy the act himself, not being overrun by orgasmic feeling. Instead letting the pleasure ramp up over time slowly.

    As Karl was about to speed up again, the audience decided that just watching was to boring. So he got surprised by a pair of lips nibbling on his nipples, which felt odd and not at all sexy, and a tongue caressing his balls, which felt arousing.

    Not being submerged in breasts or being grinded into a fine dust starting at his pelvis, helped Karl to stay calm in this situation, so he gently pushed Laka¡äs head away from his nipples with a ¡°Most men don¡ät get pleasure from there nipples¡±. Then he used his cleaning magic on himself as he didn¡ät want his ball duty woman to choke on his maybe sweaty hair down there.

    Both of his actions got him a weird frustrated groaning and revenge plans as Laka then pushed her nipples into Karl¡äs mouth, whilst the balls went from being licked to being grabbed and fondled.

    Feeling that further arguing is pointless and that his mouth is blocked from doing so, Karl instead speeds up the pace of his trusts, slamming home harder and faster, hands on her hips to not send her slowly scooting over and off the bed.

    His current choice of partner enjoyed this change of pace immensely, enough in fact to shudder internally and drip liquids down on the girl on balls duty. Nipples duty Laka was moaning and rubbing herself into a frenzy as Karl was doing his best to get actual milk out of the orbs trust into his face. Erumenta goth woman below them was having a hard time of gently playing with the balls as they were now moving so fast and instead hung on with one hand which then squeezed and thuged on the precious jewels.

    The emotions were steadily rising within Karl-Heinz again, the attention the other women were giving him also stroked his ego in pleasant ways.

    He was in control !

    Somewhat at least.

    He had a harem of waifus!

    Which clung to the only man they have ever seen like a piece of drift wood in a shipwreck scenario at open seas.

    He could do what ever he imagined !

    He was limited by the fact that he needed to know first how a working version of what he wanted looked or worked like.

    He could fuck daily without porn as the women were porn stars !

    That did it and he grunted a deep and long breath as his balls pulled tight and even were aided by a lucky timed squeeze, shooting a big load of spunk deep into the only half conscious again orgasming woman, who was now being half held in position by Laka.

    A thick river of liquids flew down from her vagina and into the eager mouth of Balls waifu, who licked that ambrosia up and tried to clean the source dry, making both fuckers shudder in a bit of orgasmic afterglow.

    ¡°That was impressive dear¡± Laka commented with wide eyes as she gently laid the pleased Tret down to the side and out of the way, whilst she was still shuddering in more waves of pleasure running thru her.

    Not feeling horny anymore, Karl-Heinz penis decided that his duty was done and went limp rather quickly.

    This offended the last partner in the room to such an extend that this was declared a drastic situation, demanding drastic measures to resolve it.

    Not noticing the sheer will of female need manifesting in the axiom next to him, as Karl most often just doesn¡ät notice most social cues happening in front of him, he also misses the slighted spooked look Laka gets on her face, as she notices the strong pull in the Axiom towards that Erumenta.

    As Karl tries to lay down to get some shut eye, a notification annoys him.

    Warning!

    Status Effect Detected!

    Buff ¡°Everlasting steel¡± gained.

    Not knowing what that effect and message is supposed to mean and not having the time to figure it out as suddenly a vacuum effect, comparable to what Sarsa had managed to do in his last conscious orgy, which could make the vacuum of space blush, appeared on his penis.

    The Goth lady was out for meat and the only sausage in town was reinflated in record time from the sheer force of Axiom will and actions manifested from the bodily needs of this woman.

    Blowjobs were much harder to do on someone laying on his side, so Karl got flipped over on his back again and not long after, seeing the opportunity, Laka was on him again, only this time on his face and the Erumenta on his rock hard penis.

    Again playing pleasure mattress for the overeager thirsting crowd, Karl did what was expected of him, his enchanted dick stiff as a uncooked noodle and his tongue imitating a cat¡äs tongue drinking. He didn¡ät even need to lift his neck and risk straining a muscle or develop a migraine neck, like phone addicts do, as Laka gracefully, as graceful as restricted bluntness could be, had his head pressed against her vagina fold with one hand, whilst the other was very busy playing with her own breasts and nipples.

    The now no longer virgin Goth Lady was in the meantime focused on squeezing the last little bit of juice one could still extract from the two very taxed balls via the extraction tube. The method of choice was subconscious internal pipe crushing paired with otto engine crank like hip and torso movements. Going up and down paired by a back and forward movement that steadily changed the angle of vagina hole, penis tube and rubbed sensitive excessively lubed skin.

    Being on his third go in oh to few minutes for any much recovery to occur, Karl was being rather taxed. His mind was willing, mostly at least, but his flesh was reaching limits and was starting to strain under the load. Not that anything aside from his penis and hearth was stressed at the moment, but a round four would be too much of a good thing and have negative consequences for him and his partner.

    That didn¡ät matter to goth waifu or to Laka or to Tret woman who stole away his hand and played with the semi responsive appendage, after she had managed to recover again.

    Karl didn¡ät get to let his mind wander in his head this time though. Yes his partners were virgins to sex with a man, but they did manage to keep there heads on straighter than most of his partners so far and managed to change things up here and there for him.

    Laka wasn¡ät just choking him in pussy juices, her nipples were also busy choking him again too here and there after orgasms.

    Tret woman wasn¡ät using the hand just to finger her own clitoris, it got treated like that favorite vibro egg she never had and rubbed against nipples, in between breasts and got sucked on and licked too.

    Goth girl wasn¡ät just fucking away like a self lubing power hammer, she switched holes , facing directions, mostly to try what works best, and even gave blow and boob jobs once her legs gave way to exhaustion after to many piston pumps for a break.

    But the creampie was the goal and that was the position she hastily switched over to once she felt him starting to groan and his balls starting to twitch and pump. She sadly wasn¡ät fast enough to get all of the first shot, but she did manage to get the dribbling follow up squirt deep into her hole, marking herself as a proper wife and part of his Harem.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 23 : Evening Pancakes / new Day

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    Chapter 23 : Evening Pancakes / new Day

    New day, new possibility, same bed. `Why is my bed basically a motherly furry¡äs wet dream? Given the furry in question isn¡ät just a gay deranged weirdo, unlike meeee a not gay depressed deranged weirdo ...¡ä Were the thoughts going thru Karl-Heinz head as he was laying on Laka again, his back not complaining to much about the bad ergonomics of the uneven surface yet.

    He was still pinned under his blanket by other women still. This time not so many as when he had is breakdown, but still his last nights creampie pumps were still there and a distinct lump under the blanket, near his crotch betrayed the presence of another of his wifes.

    Oddly enough this time not busy playing with his joystick, but a quick peak below the blanket revealed that she was watching and seemingly waiting for the right time to strike. `The blessings of a morning without morning wood¡ä Karl thought.

    Not wanting to start his day just yet, he opted in to just lay there a bit longer.

    He didn¡ät manage to lay there much longer as soon the ¡°cat¡± watching his ¡°mouse¡± got impatient and jumped to action by gently rubbing the snake awake. This in turn shifted her weight around on Karl¡äs belly, jump starting the ingrained need of the morning loo visit.

    So the struggle began.

    Karl tried to lift the blanket from himself to get free.

    This failed due to a woman on either side of him clutching the blanket tighter, pulling down to stay in bed, effectively squeezing him down into Laka.

    Next he tried to snake his way free upwards towards Laka¡äs head and out from under the trap blanket.

    This failed do to Laka being half asleep, miss judging the situation and then pinning Karl against her chest with a motherly loving, chest compressing bear hug and a loving kiss on the top of his head.

    Next he tried to shuffle and wiggle the still hunting thirst trap on his belly to at least stop playing with is now slightly hard penis.

    This failed as the short stacks determination was greater than Karl¡äs and her range of movement under the pinning blanket. But she already was at her goal location so she didn¡ät mind the immobility as much as Karl did in that moment.

    The end result was a reluctant morning wood blowjob and another few minutes in bed until Karl¡äs groaning and lamenting could fully raise Laka from her slumber and recruit her aid to reach the toilet.

    That plan sadly failed partially as Karl¡äs willpower lost the few first trickles on the way to the loo. But veeeery lucky for him, no one noticed or acted if they did notice on it and he had a perfect cleaning cheat skill.

    The spell was the best thing for Karl-Heinz since he had his balls emptied by another person than himself. He didn¡ät even need to brush his teeth anymore. But he did miss the relaxing comforts of having a warm bath in a big bathtub.

    Not wanting to bother with the logistics of water pipes and central heating systems for a bathroom to his level of dreamed creature comforts, especially because he knows that he would need to make it Tris sized or rather Tris, Laka, Him and two or three more waifu sized,

    So instead he just goes of and leads himself and his current shadow, which again is Laka, to breakfast. Being spotted in the now group meeting room more than eating room, by Sarsa, he first tries to act normally and just grunts a greeting at Sarsa and the other ones present. But the desire to have some quiet head space quickly died when he was swarmed by his wifes, new faces and the starting trio Vaskra, Sarsa and Tris.

    Before he could get the first bite of food even into his hands, someone had placed a food seeming plant in his hand and his other hand suddenly had a glass bottle of some liquid in it. The food looked like some fruit and the liquid sloshed like water and looked as if it is in a wine or medieval soda bottle.

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    The whole situation was to close and personal as his wiggle room got smaller and smaller by the second, eager hands hovering closer and closer, yet keeping distance to just not touch. His established girls realized that it was getting to close for Karl-Heinz and shooed the crowd away to a bit more distance.

    ¡°Did I miss something?¡± Karl asked a rather perplexed wife, whilst taking a small bite from what ever food he had gotten pressed into one of his hands. The food like always was bland and boring in taste, but his stress eater trait didn¡ät mind as it was still a working distraction.

    Sarsa then took the lead ¡°There was a night expedition were we found more supplies and deserters, your rail guns are so nicely dark when they shoot, so we tried to use that for our advantage.¡± Then she continued a bit more silent and mumbled to herself. ¡°They still can¡ät see much at night, so that method is still shit.¡±

    Seeing the opportunity for what it most likely wasn¡ät, Karl-Heinz then went ahead and declared. ¡°Sarsa is first waifu! Vaskra is second in command!¡±

    The stunned shock that were on Sarsa¡äs, Vaskra¡äs and Tris¡äs faces was priceless. But Laka managed to keep them from starting there rematch of wall argument competition number two, by stepping around Karl, grabbing both of them by the mouth, pinning it shut, and then whispering something into there ears. ¡°Be happy with that arrangement and stop trying to boss the other around you two! It has been the way he declared it now for a while now, so just accept that it is official. We can re-argue again when our lives are more secure!¡± There was a slight growl in her voice and the other women around out of fear took a step back.

    Laka then continued to sweeten the deal. ¡°Now maybe if you play the situation right you can get him to remove your granite panties Sarsa and you Vaskra can continue to slink along behind Sarsa with your minimal leadership skills unnoticed of your incompetence.¡±

    Laka then dropped the grip she had on them and stomped back to her spot next to Karl-Heinz, who had finished his undefined but filling meal and was oblivious to the slight politics going on in the background.

    Sarsa recovered quickly from the intervention of objections, bowed her head and torso and said. ¡°Wise decision my lovely Husband, I will not disappoint you and work on as I have until now as best as I can.¡± She was grinning from ear-hole to ear-hole as she said it and raised back to her normal height.

    Vaskra got a quick punch in her flank, making her grunt a bit in pain, then she copied Sarsa¡äs move with a facial expression of defeat and resignation. ¡°Thanks for solving this issue for us.¡± The frustration she felt radiated clearly and strong in the axiom around her.

    This prompted a pop up to flash in Karl-Heinz view.

    ¡°Task completed, appoint a first wife and everyone accepts it¡±

    A bit further down in the text block he then read that the reward was again more meaningless faction, progress browny points that had no context for him and he just as well just ignores them.

    The pop up window disappeared again and Karl-Heinz focused back in on his surroundings, still being confused about the new changes of the bunker situation. So he opened the box of new information by asking. ¡°Now what happened and why am I holding booze?¡±

    Sarsa having the leadership role now claims the privileged of informing there husband, also subtly tripping most everyone else in the room half on purpose with her long strong snake tail, to get a head start in talking and positioning a snake body line on the floor. ¡°We tried to see how well a night raid would go and send out a few girls and it seems like it went great. So now we got more wifes and supplies without the risk of being seen or shot that easily. Sadly the raiders in question request better lamps to be less easy to spot when out on the battlefield. Also they managed to find a crate of fine wine that someone somewhere lost in the chaos of the battles.¡±

    ¡°So now it is party time? Right after I woke up?¡± Karl asked, looking more closely at the finely shaped green glass bottle with a half washed of label on it.

    ¡°If you want to yes, but the bottle is yours to do as you want, it is your sort of first half proper marriage gift from.¡± Sarsa then got interrupted from a woman stepping, stumbling forwards and tripping over Sarsa, interjecting ¡°ME!¡± before face planting onto the ground and groaning.

    There lay another attractive woman with the body of a porn star. This time it was a Rabbis woman, her looks were a bit misplaced given the better than normal fitting army clothes, her clothing was missing the trench-coat, most likely stashed away somewhere else, instead she was wearing tight strong and form fitting brown pants, showing of her child rearing hips and juicy ass whilst giving her small bunny tail room to show of its coal black fur. The torso and breast melons were covered by a no longer white shirt, it was covering her modestly, even thou the arm holes for the lower pair of her four arms was a bit crudely cut into the fabric.

    She wore straight black shoulder long hair in a ponytail, which was joined by two bunny ears making her look like a slightly cliched bunny girl, but with 4 arms that couldn¡ät be explained away by accessories.

    She quickly got back up whilst the attention of the room was solely focused on her and her failed graceful entrance into the conversation. Noticing the attention once she recovered her standing position, she started to strike a pose of confidence, folding her upper arms under her breasts to show them of higher and having her lower arms stand on her hips. She was smiling wide and happy with big red lips, pale skin and big brown eyes at Karl-Heinz.

    Misreading the intentions and gestures of the new Rabbis wife, Karl-Heinz mumbled a quick ¡°Thanks? I guess.¡± Then he ignored her and switched his attention over to Sarsa ¡°So what is the plan for today? I think I gotta work on more rooms to live in as we seem to be getting new folks rather fast.¡± Turning to face Tris he continues ¡°sorry shark waifu, your boom stick gotta wait a bit I think.¡±

    ¡°Yes you dig many more rooms and fill them with a basic bed and make enough toilets, everything else we will handle. But don¡ät overwork yourself hubby.¡± Sarsa shifted her look upwards at Laka, her voice shifting to a commanding tone. ¡°And you make sure that he doesn¡ät go crazy again! If he does send for help if needed.¡±

    The so far only Nagasha of this group then slithers around to reposition her torso to face the mob of new and known wifes and starts to plan the next few steps they need to take.

    Karl completely zones out the planing phase his first and second wifes are doing as he directly gets a big long deep kiss from Laka, distracting him. Before the world allows him to see more than a big happy dog face in front of him and hear more than an chorus of ¡°oooh¡± and ¡°Me next!¡± he gets picked up and carried away and of into the still to dimly light tunnels of the slowly expanding bunker complex.

    The Game system ever present informs him of his new daily quest of constructing 10 barrack rooms, 2 latrines, 1 storage room and 3 multi purpose rooms. He already cursed the slight tingle of dopamine his daily quest addiction was giving him.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 24 : new Day / Growth potential

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    Chapter 24 : new Day / Growth potential

    Not knowing what to do with the bottle of apparently wine or some-such liquid in his hand, but also not wanting to disrespect this most likely hard to acquire gift he was given, the bottle was stored in his room, the fuck room.

    Now having his hands free and a so far not much shedding dog waifu trailing along with his every step, he went to work. Not hard work, more like minecraft grind work. He might not know where in this games the diamond ore blocks spawned, but this wasn¡ät minecraft and who cares about one ninth of a cubed meter sized diamonds when he just struck red gold.

    Not that he just found redstone, but instead he found an iron ore vein. It even tasted like blood so it must be iron.

    He still had not ever held or even sniffed a single piece of geological literature in his grabby hands, so he had no idea of how structurally sound iron ore itself was to make a roof or support pillars out of.

    Instead Karl-Heinz abused his ¡°crafting¡± spell so much in displacing matter that the system was forced to inform him of a new spell in his list. ¡°Mining¡± was the ominous name given to his newest abuse of this worlds lack of consistent physic laws.

    The pop up was so sudden that he jerked in surprise hard enough, for Laka to jump to action. She grabbed his torso like a American football and charged thru the imagined enemy line of defenders right to the home goal of the start of the tunnel that lead down to this new second lower level of the bunker.

    Not minding being rescued, by being again mushed into soft sexual padding, Karl-Heinz get some time out, as Laka hunkers down and watches him and the new constructions for what ever may be dangerous.

    Karl wasn¡ät feeling threatened so this was the perfect moment for him to try and poke some fun at the jumpy cat dog alien wife babe. He poked fun at her by poking her butt, making her twitch in shock and bodyguard tackle over Karl-Heinz as a body shield.

    Not quite regretting his first attempt at poking fun, as he again was mushed into the warm padding, he tried his second poke verbally. ¡°You are a good pussy, you know that?¡±

    Laka relaxing and retracting a bit from him, but still looming over his half laying form, cocked her head sideways like a questioning dog would do.

    This lead Karl-Heinz to do the only acceptable move a weirdo like him could do in this situation. He booped the snoot, then started to giggle letting his belly jiggle.

    The confusion in Laka now had another layer added, leading her to do the next step of confusion. She cocked her head in the other direction and got a sterner look on her face. Yet she did know that Karl wasn¡ät fully sane and backed of him and offered him a hand to help him stand up, like a gentle lady should always do.

    ¡°I guess you won¡ät explain yourself with the nose touching, but what startled you just now that you almost tripped back there?¡± Laka asked whilst they walked back to the ore vein again.

    ¡°Eh just more annoying pop up messages in my vision.¡± He waved of nonchalantly, whilst going back to the ore. Not communicating more, Karl then wanted to try out his newest, most likely overpowered cheating spell. He had no description or idea of how to properly use or what the spell does, so he just thinks that it would be very helpful to cut and shape the ore in the vein, into 30kg blocks with hand hold holes on the sides.

    Lucky for Karl-Heinz, that is exactly what the Ore did, turning the red stone into neat stacks of carry-able, stack-able blocks in nice rows and rows. The bad thing is that he can see his blocks going all the way to the unfinished, natural ceiling of the now ore storage room and most likely acting as support pillars.

    ¡°Hurrrrrrray !¡± Karl grumbled with a lot of sarcasm in his voice.

    Karl-Heinz being confusing is a given by now to Laka, so she just gently pets his head and asks. ¡°What is the problem ? can¡ät you just shape the rooms like you usually do ?¡±

    Karl enjoyed the gentle affection and answered ¡°Naaaa broa I want to keep the iron ore, turn it into iron somehow, but I got no clue how to start a smeltery here in the bunker. I also got issues with the ore blocks stacking up so high that you can¡ät get the ore block moved somewhere else.¡±

    Laka then tried to be helpful spit-balling ideas. ¡°Why not topple the stack with a rope pull from save distance or shoot the bottom of the stack so it collapses or dig under the stack that it falls over ...¡±

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    ¡°Great idea lets do that¡± Karl stopped Laka and then started to seemingly form stairs out of the side of the full ore storage room up to the top of a stack. He rushes up the stairs faster than Laka can realize and keep up with, the steps are to small for her to easily take. Once he reached the top of the room the ceiling forms a cavity for him to grab a now freed top block of the ore stack and lets it slide down a new slide.

    The ore block isn¡ät the first one to use the slide though, as Laka¡äs step got changed into the slide, her massive body was send down the slide. Before Laka could vacate the bottom of the new fun ride like a good kid would do, if not out of safety to get the next ride on the slide, she got bumped by a block of ore that flowed after her, making her grunt in pain.

    The grunt wasn¡ät noted, causing the follow up ore block to come faster than she can extract herself fully from the first one. This causes a slightly less grunt of pain, as the impact gets slightly cushioned from the half lifted first block.

    By the third block Laka managed to somewhat escape the flow of ore chunks, but not without severely suppressed internal curses towards her husband. After the fifth ore block Laka manages to sort her self out and call out a husband appropriate response. ¡°Hubby stop! They are just turning into a pile of rubble down here!¡±

    The sixth block is the last one to slide, the slide changes back into a set of stairs. The stairs once Karl gets down far enough to notice his mistake, widen to double its size,

    Once he stands next to Laka again, who out of pride manages to hide her bruising, he recasts his spells and restacks the blocks and even fixes his mess of chipped corners and cracked blocks.

    ¡°Do you know how to smelt iron ore?¡± Karl-Heinz questioned Laka, whilst not resisting the urge to pet the big doggo next to him on all fours.

    Laka would wag a tail rather hard if she ever had had one in her life, but this gives her the chance to stay stoic on the outside, whilst her inside was melting in blissful affection. Letting a short but soft ¡°Nooo¡± slip out of her lips.

    ¡°Damm it!¡± Karl cursed, turned his head around and yelled up the hall to the rest of the bunker. ¡°Does any one of you know how to turn Iron ore into metal!?¡± Which lucky for his intention echoes and carries back to others in the bunker.

    No answer comes back after a reasonable 20 second wait, but the impatient wait for a confirmation of heard question gets satisfied before the question could be re yelled, by the sound of hectic footsteps shuffling around.

    ¡°Sounds like I poked the beehive into action.¡± Karl-Heinz then turns back to what he was actually doing and ignores the ore problems entirely, instead he goes back to digging holes and crafting them into rooms.

    - - -

    Later on in the day and after getting that mild satisfying feeling of having done his daily quest grind, Karl-Heinz finds himself in the company of a less worn out Tris bodyguard. Laka again took her leave after her shift was over, but she again spend way more time around Karl-Heinz than all the other girls ever do.

    This oddity lead to Karl-Heinz going into the big gathering multi purpose room and craft a board into the wall next to the main entrance.

    Board is a to fancy descriptor, it was an instead of sunken into the rock, outstanding engraving. An engraving depicting all the nick names and the few names Karl could remember of his harem.

    First Wife snek Sarsa

    Second Wife Vaskra

    Shark waifu Tris

    Guardian mother bear doggo waifu Laka

    Goth waifu

    Crotch sex Goblin

    And that was where his memory of notable mentions ended.

    The room was a bit confused, but no one commented as no one, except for Tris, on that list was currently present.

    So Karl nodded at a job shitty done but happy at a bit of his inner memelord satisfied and went back to crafting more stuff. He half forgotten that he had promised to make a gun for Tris, but she didn¡ät remind him. So he instead went ahead, strolled out of the bunker to catch some evening sun and turned what ever pieces of wood, shrubbery or trees into all kinds of furniture.

    He was so productive in this workaholic inspiration of carpentry, that he even made some chairs and beds that could hold up the larger wifes mass and some of there comfort desires. When his deforestation spree had finally ebbed away to tiredness and hunger, Karl had cleaned out the village ruins above the bunker and its surrounding area of all wood and wood containing plants.

    The last few twitches of his inspiration was a nice crate full of wood and stone dildos, which he made after he heard the bitching and sarcastic jokes of earned some dicking for this much work.

    As Karl-Heinz was about to get back to his next crafting task on his list, which would most likely be to turn food into internal body energy as he was feeling hungry, whistles could be heard in the distance, shortly followed by a war cry of a charging army.

    His current bodyguard Tris managed to see this change of events faster than him and thus decided to overrule any decorum in favor of expediency. She grabbed him like a over-sized football, and then carried him on her back like a sack of potatoes, at full sprint down into the bunker.

    Down in the bunker yells of alarm and hurried rushed footsteps could be heard. Sarsa and Vaskra where quickly setting up the defensive positions and arming everyone with everything they had at hand.

    Tris stopped next to Sarsa, offloaded Karl-Heinz, halfheartedly saluted, then sprinted of back to the entrance of the bunker.

    Laka was right next to Karl waiting by Sarsa and looked fully armed and ready to raise hell in his defense.

    Karl-Heinz said ¡°nope!¡± not listening to what orders where barked around him in the mad scramble and walked to the entrance of the Bunker.

    Not even trying to doubt if his plan would work, be smart or even hint to others that he was planning to do something. Karl-Heinz then ¡°crafted¡± a whole Vietnam jungle war worth of simple trap holes with stone spikes at the bottom all around the outside of the remains of the ruined village. Karl also crafted a sink hole in which he trapped Tris, to her strong surprise and loud swears and curses.

    Nodding happy at his above ground work and the curses of every other wife he trapped on the outside in sinkholes, he walked down back into the bunker and again ¡°crafted¡± the ground so that the sinkholes with wifes connected back to the bunker.

    More curses could be heard from Tris as she came storming towards Karl, the others meandered there way to the bunker entrance as well. So Karl started stage two of his ¡°nope!¡± plan. He closed up and filled out the tunnels leading to the bunker and sealed the exit stairs that lead to the surface in a solid 3 meter thick layer of rock.

    Again nodding, happy with his work, whilst being questioned by wifes and a bit shaken from Tris, Karl then walked closer to Sarsa and asked. ¡°No point fighting an army and I don¡ät feel a fight right now, so where should I dig towards ? Also we might need to do this fast as I don¡ät know how much air we got left to breath or how to make new or fresh air. Also the ones up top might try to trow stuff into air vents so I don¡ät wanna make some nearby.¡±

    Sarsa looked a bit stunned at the still being shaken by Tris Husband of hers.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 25 : Growth potential / Air

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    Chapter 25 : Growth potential / Air

    Sarsa took a few moments to get her mind back in order, whilst Karl-Heinz was still being shaken from the fluffy giant sized land shark, who didn¡ät get satisfying answers out of the now sick looking shake toy of her.

    ¡°Fight is over! Everyone get back to thinking up ideas to solve this fucked up situation and then tell your ideas to Vaskra.¡± Sarsa yelled and pointed at Vaskra, who then got swarmed by slightly panicked and mostly utopic unpractical or plain bad ideas.

    The Nagasha then turned to face Tris, who didn¡ät seem to get tired, and commanded ¡°Let go of our hubby! No matter what you feel, we need him with as clear a head as possible, to get him to help solve this situation or at least help with moral.¡±

    Tris shock him just a little longer but quickly had to relent under the heated stare of a truly pissed officer in power.

    Karl didn¡ät feel like standing after that bumpy high speed bad suspension ride he just had and just half sits half collapses down onto the floor to catch his breath. The world wasn¡ät spinning, it was more an stomach lurching issue than a spinning head issue, but once he didn¡ät need to hold down his stomach acid anymore, he didn¡ät have a meal in a while so there was nothing in there but acid, he managed to try and help with the situation.

    Many solutions were proposed, most often air vents to not die of asphyxiation, others suggested, turning the bunker complex into a castle and make the walls reach the heavens, others again suggested a combination of air vents, drugs and lots of smell based attacks, far to many to be helpful suggested sex and parlays with the attacking army involving sex deals.

    A few tried to shake Karl-Heinz like Tris did, but they either lack the physical height, strength, mental strength or they were simply body blocked by the waifu wall made of Laka, Tris and a Tris scolding Sarsa. Vaskra would have loved to join that defensive wall of sexual flesh, but was send of to be a decoy in the far corner of the room. Vaskra¡äs decoy performance was so good that only half of the panicked bunker waifu¡äs where busy trying to get at Karl.

    Karl-Heinz for his part was feeling oddly good, not actually good, more of a less bad and more to a central state of mind where he was content with his mood. The mood in the room after all more fit his own perception of self worth, perceiving what he things to be being loathed or negatively judged by others was after all his normal day to day expectancy of his life.

    This moment of tranquility sadly couldn¡ät last, after all this is all just a game and he just had to poke the bear to see how far he could push the npc mechanics. Mostly this was trying to test how thirsty his harem was.

    ¡°The one who comes up with the doable solution for this situation gets a ¡°I have sex with you right now¡± coupon from me.¡± He said with a neutral but loud enough to carry voice.

    Karl¡äs experiment was a failure in his believe in there sanity or rather there self control over there thirst.

    To many for his liking started to finger themselves, as they rushed to the biggest room they got in the bunker, the mess hall with adjacent kitchen. Well it was more them rushing there whilst Laka and Tris jointly carried his poor ass in behind the crowd. Sarsa was looking very pleased with this quick turn of focus and moral boost and added fuel to the fire by saying ¡°not just first place wins, other sex rewards shall also be given like being able to give him a blowjob where ever when ever or to get one kink or fetish of yours teased for a few minutes!¡±

    This wiped the crowed into that dangerous level of motivation that made the air tingle in sheer undiluted drive of passion. The danger was that Karl-Heinz would need to fear ending up in a cattle rack like milking set up to fulfill all the possible rewards of this moment.

    Even the few souls of the prison blocks started to voice there pleas to be let to join this contest and after a few seconds of no reaction, instead started to yell solutions they had cooked up from the prison cells to the ones in the mess hall.

    The situation became more and more heated as the simple presence of so many people in such a cramped space and such animated troubleshooting produce a lot of heat. The discussion reached a fever pitch as one of the wifes tried to grab and shake Karl again, she didn¡ät even manage to touch him before Laka placed her into time out by kicking her feet out from under her and then stacking the more passive wives on top of her. All the while the subdued new comer woman, who had just joined from the last night raid, was pleading to open some air vents to at least extend the time they have to find a solution.

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    Karl-Heinz took pity on the woman, as the display of desperation made his hearth ache, so he tried to think of a solution to the short term air needs himself. But before he conjured up a blackboard, or rather start to improvise one with just stone as he had neither chalk nor slate at hand to make one, he had a plank of wood with a 2D side view of an air vent design in his hands.

    Sarsa had managed to put together a theoretical construct that would involve air tight valves and guards at the valves , who would play coal mine canaries in Karl¡äs mind, to close the air supply in case of something besides air trying to enter thru them. These fancy ventilation holes also included a siphon and a mesh to stop people from trowing stuff down into the bunker.

    Design approved by first waifu, a mostly nodding crowd, a pleading woman on the ground and a louder pleading less convinced, but still agreeing prison tract, Karl-Heinz implemented the idea. He walked all the way to the far end of the first floor of the bunker and made the first such air vent. Then he walks to the other end and extends it with a long new soon to be hallway and places the second air vent there.

    Walking back to the first vent, already being manned by crotch sex goblin, whose name Karl hadn¡ät bothered to even try to learn yet, Karl-Heinz on the way there grabs one of the electric engines he had made, to then set up a ventilator or rather an industrial grade air blower.

    Laka and Tris both were faithfully stomping along with him and already were enjoying the slight natural breeze the vents where creating. Still they were dealing with there husband here and Laka grabbed and pulled him away, whilst Tris jumped forward and in between Laka, Karl and the to fast spinning, self destructing spinning blades of the ventilator.

    Several grunts could be heard out of the three closest to the idle spinning engine, next closest a cheer could be heard from the Gohb at the spectacle presented to her, even though one of the ventilator blades had left a noticeable mark in the stone close to where her head still is, and furthest out you got the still on going trouble solving session, where the prison complex is still animatedly partaking in.

    He tried to extract himself from the newest cuddle pile on top of him, but had to wait until Laka unwrap her bear hug and until the grunting Tris got off of the two.

    Checking the waifu¡äs for damages, Tris had some slight bleeding cuts and chunks of the ventilator hanging in her thick fur, Laka had no harm done to her. Both in turn checked Karl-Heinz and found no new issues on him.

    Attempt two at a ventilator went much smoother, Karl did his work properly this time and made a fine mesh cage around the blades to not disintegrate into a shrapnel bomb quite so violently again. He also changed the diameters of the wheels powering the ventilator, to slow there spinning speed a lot.

    This attempt worked much better and the air started to flow nicely thru the hallway and a bit into the rooms, getting some squeaks, sighs and other species specific signs of relive.

    Such noises where the noises that just seem to whip officers with stuff to do into a rabbit frenzy. Sarsa immediately bellowed out ¡°Did we just solve all our problems to live happily ever after? Did our little huddle hole home just became paradise? Nooooo? Didn¡ät think SO! WE STILL GOT ISSUES THAT NEED TO BE FIXED NOW! You all can rest when we are certain to survive until next week. MOVE IT GET YOUR BRAINS IN MOTION AND GIVE ME LONG TERM AIR SOLUTIONS !¡± The sheer presence of that command was enough to shut everyone up and get seemingly half of them into a reflex stance of ¡°at attention¡±.

    As no noises came to continue the trouble shooting session, Sarsa yelled another time to get the process flowing again ¡°The rewards are still standing! And this short term vent design gets one of them! But we need something more reliable than a soldier sniffing gasses whilst sleeping of boredom!¡±

    After this Karl-Heinz was excused, dragged away again by Laka and Tris to the fuck room, his bed room. The imminent death within minutes grasp was warded against and his security felt it unprofessional for him to play around more with spinning blades that could potentially hit him and had hit them. Tris did get her bleeding bandaged and was on the floor of the fuck room grumbling about the mess it was making in her fur.

    A lucky released from troubleshooting Kohb sit in on the bed next to him, she asks. ¡°Can we fuck please ? I want to have kids too and everyone gushes about how good it makes you feel!¡± Her clawed hand already on its way to his groin, brushing over his thigh. Her shoulder leaning against his arm and her look locked on target of the fun stick bulge in his pants.

    The closed and slightly sound insulating door prevented most of the animated yelling outside to be audible.

    Karl-Heinz brushes the hand aside and answers, before Laka was able to trot over to them and do her own interpretation of duty, to Laka¡äs own interpretation of the situation. ¡°Yeah, no, still gotta stay ready to craft what ever solution the smarts of the waifu brigade cooks up.¡±

    Tris was making lewd fucking hand gestures and slight moaning noises in the background, grinning very entertained and Laka did reach them now, suggesting. ¡°You are wake-able, if only hardly so, so you could enjoy some sex to destress a bit my love, I wouldn¡ät mind standing watch with Tris, to get you if the need arises.¡±

    To that Tris spoke up ¡°Uh nope! Guard duty over a sleeper is boring as hell, fuck me hubby and make me my baby and gun please, you still owe me after all.¡± This ended in one of the wider grins Tris could display, her pants already lowered far enough to expose her lower lips to him and displaying them with spreading fingers, showing of there over eager ready status that she is in.

    Laka and the Kohb both try to block his view of Tris with there own body''s. Laka A posing and unintentionally showing of her good physique, doing a good block of the moistness Tris is trying to erotically spread around. The Kohb wins this part of the competition thou, as she walked into his lap and now he can¡ät really see past her breasts. Only the view upwards reveals a different view than scaly soft bosom, as his gaze lands on a dragons grin from the short stack maybe wanna be dragon lady, who is definitely enjoying his attention.

    The attention doesn¡ät last long on the naughty lizard, as a mighty clawed paw grabs her by the neck and ever so less gently, repositions her, with just a bit of air time, onto a now gently moaning and self rubbing over eager Tris.

    Karl-Heinz leans down on his shoulder to be able to get a better look past Laka, to see the two are rather miffed by there joined interruption of horny time, but otherwise seemingly doing fine.

    He doesn¡ät quit manage to correct his posture or see the end of the duos untangling act, as yet again heavy warm milk organs envelop him. This time Laka decided to play mother hen and lay down on Karl, butting him into half forced quiet time and this time she managed to keep his arms and legs tucked in under herself.

    Gently purring to Karl-Heinz, Laka says ¡°Moma knows best, you need your rest when you can get it.¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 26 : Air / Next Morning

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    Chapter 26 : Air / Next Morning

    As Karl¡äs freedom of  movement and by accident his ability to properly hear, see or smell anything other than Laka¡äs chest, he was effectively put in quiet time. As such he also meet the faith of all who use their activity''s to keep going as self perpetuating motivation, Karl crashed rather fast. He was unable to distract himself again, which lead to him needing to face his inner demons, which in turn lead to him starting to emotionally crash, cry and aided by gently cooing and rubbing from Laka, sleep.

    No one outside of Laka managed to notice this round of tears, this time he didn¡ät even struggle, as that fight had left him even before he started to emotionally crash again.

    Laka herself was not happy with him being sad again, but she felt like this was the right thing to do. Even thou she had to kick the Kohb away as she tried to get to Karl-Heinz with her only useful weapon against Laka, biting.

    - - -

    When Karl woke again, he had been rearranged in his bed to lay on his back and be under a blanket. Again he had someone small on his crotch and belly, but this time not on his joy stick.

    Yet, not yet on his genitals, because as he started to stir, so did the hopes of milking him in today¡äs belly waifu.

    Unlucky for his current gut rider, the moment she noticed the movements of an awakening to start her fun, others also noticed Karl-Heinz moving. His current pillow wasn¡ät Laka, but the Kohb lady and she must also have her own plans with him. Plans that involve leaning forward to better see his face and at the same time squeezes her boobs against his head, but aside from that the Kohb then chirped up with ¡°Hubby is awake!¡±

    The call for a wake up of course caused the door to swing wide open and slam hard into the wall, Karl-Heinz hadn¡ät thought to craft a feature into the wall or door to stop this from happening. The loud thump that could be felt thru the floor made everyone flinch a bit.

    Into the room and past a grinning Tris, slithered a confident smiling, but rather tired looking Sarsa. Before Karl could get up, out of bed and away from his current morning wood attempted thief, the Nagasha had already coiled around him and used her body to prop him up into a more sitting position, gently moving him and at the same time removing any other body contact.

    ¡°Sorry for the quick awakening, but we do need you to implement the ideas that we had worked out for air vents and other necessity''s that we need now rather than later.¡± Sarsa gently voiced into his ears.

    ¡°uuuuuuh sure where do you need me?¡± He answered whilst trying and failing to get out of Sarsa¡äs coils. He still has most of his clothes on, only his pants were stripped in his sleep, again.

    The reaction to Karl¡äs reaction of course was a small chorus from the women outside of the room and the still unspecified crotch raider with ¡°I need you in me!¡±

    Already knowing of the wrathful glare and punishment they all would get from this badly timed sex joke, the density of wifes around Karl, drastically decreased in that moment. The hateful glare of Sarsa and Laka luckily failing to find scapegoats or scapegoat shaped women to punish for this, in there minds, disrespect of the urgency of the situation, whilst they both themselves find it perfectly ok to drag Karl-Heinz with them along and to the mess hall.

    Once in the room, Karl gets moved into position in front of a Wall, that has been covered in notes and drawings. It all looked rather crude and hard to understand, but with the aid of to many eager explainers and a form fitting warm Nagasha chair, Karl slowly got the gist of what these children''s doodles blue prints tried to convey.

    The plan that someone very lucky horny and eager, on opposition to the less smart or lucky but still horny and eager women, thought of was, in order to ensure that the air stayed untainted, a simplistic filter is to be added to the design.

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    The whole complex was to have one big block filter filled with earth sand and what ever filtery material would be at hand at a given time, two valves, one before the filter and a quick close able valve after the filter as emergency precaution. The whole set up would have a guard stationed at the big spiny wheel of the valve to make sure that a canary would do its duty and smell bad things coming thru the non ideal or maybe overused filter before it flooded the whole bunker.

    This made Karl-Heinz groan and wish for computers and air measurement sensors, he had the rough inklings of how these marvels of technology worked, but he neither had the materials nor time to create them. So far he busied himself with more pressing maters and still was busy with the next big project.

    In a mental haze he nodded along as the victors of this emergency competition were listed for him and what there rewards were, but his mind was elsewhere, wishing for tanks or air plains to solve his issues with counterattack instead of hiding away like a dwarf under a mountain. Yet Dwarfs were much luckier than him, as they would usually sit under actual mountains , whilst he and his fuck group were sitting under too few meters of solid rock, that most likely the present army was trying to dig into right now.

    The air vents 2.0 were completed before he came back out of his musings, he even improved the design a bit by installing 3 valves and 2 filters for parallel filtered airflow and only reduced airflow instead of cut of airflow in case of filter maintenance.

    Again he was showered with praise at his quick and incredible upgrades to the simple system.

    Karl-Heinz himself felt a bit patronized, but still a bit good, at least until duty called again. His bunker of thirst just had to try and drown in him. No sooner as the congratulations have died down, hands where raised into the air and a small cacophony tried to claim there rewards.

    Lucky for Karl, Sarsa had expected that to happen and her trusted muscle made sure to shield him and herself from the to eager elements of the crowd slowly turning mob. Sarsa then declared ¡°I know, I know! You all got your rewards that you want yesterday, but he is just one man and he can only go so many times. So we will stick to our worked out schedule.¡±

    Before she could elaborate further, she was being drowned out by boo¡äs and objects started flying there way. Tris and Laka gave a questioning glare at Sarsa, waiting for a command. Sarsa just gestured ¡°stay calm¡± out of sight of the now mob.

    It took a few minutes for the anger to subside enough that Sarsa could once again be heard.

    In that time Karl had found a new way to entertain himself by removing Sarsa¡äs granite panties, they where getting rather yucky in his mind, even though the Nagasha had kept herself as clean as she could.

    Next Karl made a small stack of stone Dildos that where his genital shaped. From that point on he just went down the dark rabbit hole of recreating bondage gear and devices on the walls and out of stone.

    Sarsa then continued her ruling with ¡°With our schedule I mean that who is closest in turn to fuck him, gets first position to using her reward. As I would be further back on that list, I would lose my sex to Gnag, who would be due next week, if she would have gotten a reward that is. So next on the list of small rules here, until one of you finds a way to get him to be happy and functional with fucking non stop. You all will have to give him space and not fucking all at once, he is our man and the he is the only one we will most likely ever see or are going to get our hands on. So treat him like a garden, harvest carefully, don¡ät crush him and do more to nurture him than watering and feeding.¡±

    Then the lucky winner of this sperm bank rush pushed her way forward thru the thinning crowd, the word was spoken and they where no match against the equal parts logic of Sarsa¡äs argument and Sarsa¡äs loyal enforcing muscle. The winner was a woman that Karl-Heinz hadn¡ät seen yet, another Gohb, but this time in nerd flavor.

    She was looking a bit shy under all that almost blinding radiating happiness to get her turn with the bunker steed. Her body was the same green short stack that the other Gohb and the Kohb are. She had hints of darker almost black, green freckles. Her hair was straight, butt length and a bit messy, turns out combat isn¡ät the best place to keep ones hair in top condition. Her face had brown eyes, small nose, big smile in between full lips and a really pleasing feminine shaped cheeks and jaw.

    Her clothes were yet again combat trench coat but this time with more padding of more layers of clothes down below. Karl would have started to sweat in that thick of cloths, but she seemed to like it a bit more cosy.

    They were both walked back to the fuck room, well the nerdy looking Gohb was hanging on Karl¡äs body and was half carried, whilst Karl-Heinz was unsure of what exactly was going on and was half pulled, pushed to the room by Tris and Laka. In the background he could hear Sarsa organizing or reorganizing things, but he couldn¡ät make out what exactly. After all a hyped thirsty sex deviant, if not potential sex offender registry member, was trying to build up the courage to unload a lifetime of build up perverted fantasies on him.

    Perversions if left alone and bottled up, tend to get more and more extreme as time moves on and the deviant isn¡ät grounded back in normalcy. This is most likely one of the reasons of the more darker or fantastical porn plaguing the more hidden parts of the porn sites on earth.

    Lucky for Karl, this sex goblin Gohb had no access to internet of any kind and thus was confined to the depravity her own mind was able to cook up in her off time in the trenches, sneaking a quick buzz from her lower lips. Yet perverted she was and demands her smart brain had earned to be fulfilled.

    So Karl was in his room alone and stripped bare down to nothing, with another sexy alien, or maybe fantastical, wife that he had no clue if he had already forgotten the name told or if the name wasn¡ät mentioned yet. She was in front of him on the ground, using a stick ish shaped piece of scrap metal to draw on the floor her ideas of equipment needed for her wish to work out the way she wanted it.

    Her drawing skills are surprisingly good. She is no master work artist, but one was able to understand her quick sketches without explanation. Which was good as the sheer embarrassment that the Gohb radiated again was almost touchable in the air.

    So on he went to put his promises, even though this version of reward ticket was not a promise he had directly made but had Sarsa to blame for, and he went to work at setting up what he needed for this odd act of intercourse, impossible for mortal humans, but he was not joined by a human and still was rather fresh in the morning stamina wise.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 27 : Next Morning / Running Fuckup

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    Chapter 27 : Next Morning / Running Fuckup

    No shit here he was, sitting on the loo as the events of this newest of days mornings had skipped that step to rush him into implementing what his board of directors had chosen the blue collar workers to do. Again of course without any input from said blue collar workers!

    Which was just fine by Karl-Heinz, not much blame to come his way when something got thru the filters that these simplistic design weren¡ät able to handle or when time came around to think about other issues of the simplistic design. At the same time if something strong enough, that would eat thru the filter, were to make it into the bunker, they would all choke to death on there own blood anyway.

    Yet no need to worry about that detail now, as the second part of his position needs to be fulfilled. The pay out of the executives benefits. He luckily didn¡ät have any cocaine within the bunker for them to turn it into a cock and hookers orgy party, at the same time he had no knowledge of any money in the bunker and he was to gang-bang whore. But with no pay he wasn¡ät even a whore.

    Either way, to yet again have a jump in thoughts. He was done on the toilet and thanked his cleaning cheat skill to the heavens and hell¡äs of this places religion, as he didn¡ät need to use the rags that get half washed and reused as toilet-paper in this desperate bunker.

    Then he went back to the fuck room. Of course the reward winner was almost vibrating, herself into her first orgasm of there session, with excitement and on the bed was laying an almost forgotten gift that he had gotten not to long ago. There was the bottle of mystery drink that most likely was the finest quality wine that could be salvaged from what ever looted officer supply. The bottle was not alone though, its brothers and sisters and nephews and extended family from Asia all came to visit.

    His room had one bottle on the bed and the walls lined with other similar bottles. The one on the bed was being opened by the pervert and semi sexy pored down her naked body, funneled by her bulging chest and into a clay cup. The only reason that she wasn¡ät smiling at Karl was that it did take a lot of attention to keep the spilling and resulting mess to a minimum. Which meant that it still was a rather big spread of liquid, only slightly contained by the slow poring limiting the volume of liquid that is possible to be spilled.

    He then got entered into the room by a gently push from a grinning Tris, followed by a closing door and the tell tale sound of someone at least partially undoing there pants outside of his room.

    Next thing Karl knew once is confusion had worn of was that a sex woman was half forceful poring the cup of wine down his mouth. The first thing that enters his mind was ¡ätasty, sorta¡ä. It was a new flavor for him and he was to much of a shut in to compare it with a mix of flavors and or fruits and foods from earth to describe it with. But he did taste a tiny bit of alcohol in it, not much, a shot glass of beer would have more alcohol molecules than that 1 liter ish looking wine bottle, but it was there.

    ¡°Now my stud, are we gona ready my ride?¡± The woman grinned at him whilst slowly trailing her hand over his chest, down to his naked groin, whilst he was seated at the edge of the bed with her standing and now bend over forwards next to him.

    Karl¡äs hand was on her shapely butt and gently squeezing and rubbing the green orb. The raw amount of sex he had so far here had him lose a bit of his shyness. Being a master of non verbal miscommunication, Karl nodded and started ¡°the plan¡±, this boiled down to him using is crafting skill and soon he had, instead of both of there clothes, a harness were the Gohb was held in place in front of his belly above his penis.

    Lacking any prior experience and having had just a good looking sketch to go off of, the woman ended up tied into a full bondage restricted netted sausage, speech preventing ball-gag out of stone included. Her breast were hanging free and being squeezed against Karl¡äs torso. Her arms and legs were folded up and secured against his belly.

    Karl¡äs penis was half hard already and stayed that way for the time it had taken to wrap up this package, so he stood up and his member stayed nicely inside of one of her warm holes. Karl-Heinz didn¡ät want to check which hole it was and it seemed to be working for her as his crotch felt wet and she was drooling around the stone ball in her mouth.

    Now came the important part of sex! The motion to create friction to trigger them nerve endings to make them head feel goods.

    Karl-Heinz started to walk. The first step made his package jiggle out of sink of the rest of his body, causing her to shift sideways on his penis, letting the rod rub and twist on her internal walls and making her mind melt from the double pleasure of finally having sex with a real flesh and blood man that has a pulls and isn¡ät made of wood and to have her perverted minds fantasy mostly fulfilled.

    The sheer ecstasy and the foreplay of getting heated up for this moment was enough to make her squirt out an orgasm and grunt enthusiastically into the gag. It was pure bliss for her and she loved every second of it. Her internal muscles were squeezing, milking, massaging his penis for all they were worth.

    Karl had a bit less euphoric of a time, the deviant sex midget was lighter than a fully grown woman, but still heavy enough and out of his center of mass, the downsides of big boobs never stop as they push her torso away from his chest, to make it a struggle to walk and not fall over. Her squirting and already dripping from both pairs of lips like a hungry dog expecting treats didn¡ät help. The internal massaging his penis got, still was a rather good confidence and motivation booster.

    So he grit his teeth and slowly speed up his walking around the room. Each and every step filling him with another shot of pleasure down his dick and up his spine. Soon enough he was enjoying himself quit a lot in this rather unusual sex position.

    As the walking carried on or rather he got better at carrying her and she got down from her orgasm, there movements started to get smoother and she even started to , with her limited range of movement, help counter swing his steps. Her swinging didn¡ät help balance him at all, rather the opposite effect happened, but it did increase the amount she bounced up and down on his dick.

    Karl-Heinz got better at walking despite the increased jiggling of his over-sized overeager sentient flesh-light, so he wanted to up the bouncing too and started to speed up his walking. Not having enough room to do more than a few steps before reaching a wall wasn¡ät that big of a problem for Karl, he just ¡°crafted¡± a new corridor as he speed up his walk down the tunnel.

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    His speed took a time to reach past the speed walker and into a pitiful jogging speed, were he still wasn¡ät running, lets face it bigger heavy dudes aren¡ät really ever the runner types, the bouncing of each step he took actually let the Gohb jump up on his dick instead of just sideways swings.

    The sensation increased with this new form of pleasure so much that she had another squirting orgasm and the liquids polling in Karl¡äs crotch amassed enough to start dripping down on the floor. Letting them leave a sent trail of sweat and sex liquids for anyone to follow.

    Before Karl got to exhausted, he had to stop and sit down at a conveniently placed stone bench. The moment he sat down he blew his load. She squirmed and banged her head against him in ecstasy at the contact of that much cum soaked pheromones in her system. He just laid back and was lost to the world in a world of bliss and Adrenalin suppressed aches.

    He locked up a bit, pump his sperm for a while and few shots into her, he was rather blissfully happy with this orgasm. It wasn¡ät the strongest he ever had, but it was the most satisfying as he had worked for this one and this amount of work made it worth it.

    Sadly the lack of attention his running tunnel had gotten as he had created the scent trail, was now showing and it was showing in a rather bad way. Cracks were forming and rumbling noises and earth shifting vibrations were ignored as the pair was to lost in there bliss, well one was tired and relaxing and the other was again swinging and jiggling around on top of his dick, trying to get him to continue.

    Lucky for them in there misfortune, they didn¡ät get crushed from the cave in that happened to the tunnel. Rather unlucky for them, Karl-Heinz had no compass or way of re-crafting the tunnel as his jog was not in a straight line.

    Sobering up faster than the Gohb, Karl remade the bindings into as much covering as he could with the limited materials for both of them. Then he sighed and went forward and started to work on the problem. Karl-Heinz shot ¡°crafted¡± spy-holes in the rough direction the tunnel had come from.

    The Dazed Gohb was still in horny mode and fished out the penis and started to give a double standing blowjob.

    On top of the unhelpful sex addict doing her thing, Karl was in utter darkness, no one needs light when you craft the way where you are going and thus have almost no chance of ever hitting anything on the way you are making as you go. But now he also has no way of knowing where his way home is and no help or ideas from others to find it underground.

    Sighing the exhaustion of the forsaken, Karl-Heinz grabs the Gohb and reattaches her to his belly with the recrafted harness, only this time with her face on his crotch as the local vacuum had black holes levels of suction power and he rather liked his penis staying attached.

    Then he started the frustrating work that every tunnel exploring lost minecraft player learns at one point and crafted a stairwell to the surface. At least he was mentally present enough not to just do it in a straight line, when or if he slipped or fell, he didn¡ät want to roll back down hundreds of stairs back to where he had started his climb.

    For the Gohb this was the best fantasy sex she could ever have dreamed up! She was able to try and utterly melt into her running fuck idea and now she had alone time that could not be stopped by anyone! She hoped she wouldn¡ät wake up to fast as this was the best dream she ever had.

    The stairs added a new level of bouncing to her mouth that oddly pleased her and the angle at which she swallowed his rod made it much easier to deep-throat it! Finally her training with dildos payed of more than a fun distraction of sitting in the look out with utter boredom and waving at the other lookout across the trench-line.

    It only was annoying when the outlook on the other side tried to shoot at her instead of waving back, hell even when they did rude gestures was more fun than them trying to use the laser rifles that had half the maximum firing range that they would be apart from each other. Happy times, she wished she could have kept the binoculars, but they were and are a highly guarded and controlled treasure.

    And now it seems as if her time of napping was up, it was getting bright outside.

    But she didn¡ät want to wake up just now!

    It was so warm and cosy and sexy with that dream dick in her mouth. ¡äOh he is getting soft, I need to up my game to keep him nice and stiff!¡ä was her battle cry as she up her tongue play and sucked down hard with her lungs and lips. Drooling about the same amount from her mouth as she previously had from her other lips when they were stuffed, not saying that the other lips even had stopped there drooling either.

    She just would sleep in and rather be yelled at by the one who ended up waking her, rather than giving up her best dream to date. She would for ever cherish this life like memory in every detail. She would need to get herself a journal to be able to write it down in as much painstaking detail as possible,

    Even her butt getting smacked made her shiver in pain and pleasure so real that she came again from it. Though if this was her dream, why was the butt smacking not being playful and instead turned insistent and purely painful. But that was an issue that she would deal with when she would wake up, now the pain was just morphing into another orgasm as she developed a bit of a masochism fetish.

    Karl-Heinz grew rather frustrated, the sex deviant on his dick was so glued to his groin and not reacting to any prodding or smacking, that he had given up and instead waited until she would tire out. Hopefully sooner rather than later tire out as carrying her around was starting to strain him.

    Now that he was on the surface of this wonderful battlefield waist-land he was happy to see sun again and he felt lucky to not pop up right in someones trench or guard post. He was scanning the horizon and quickly saw that the leveled remains of the ruins, under which his bunker home was laying, now sported a formidable hastily constructed military sight.

    They were most likely there trying to dig him out, but as he hadn¡ät felt or heard any vibrations on the stone ceiling of his bunker, they hadn¡ät started yet or where making very very slow progress in there digging attempts.

    Maybe they where only guarding the surface in hopes of him needing to pop up somewhere eventually. But little did they now, Karl was a master of Dwarf Fortress and other underground colony management games! He would find that mana vent and or mushroom growth to start a farm and become a self sufficient underground metropolis.

    God he hoped that he wouldn¡ät have to deal with the baby''s or kids, he can try his best but Karl just didn¡ät feel like he would be good with kids.

    At least that where the lies of plans that he told himself to push away the dread of constant background despair of his cracked mental health and depression. The low key background endorphins from the blowjob did oddly help him stay calm in this fucked up situation whilst out and alone.

    Still even insanity had the nice benefit of boosted creativity and as some character in some weeb show once said ¡°creativity is a weapon¡± especially if his smell and mere sight lets panty¡äs drop as if they were made of asbestos and lead and then have these panty¡äs thrown at his face as if they were made of gold to buy his attention and sperm.

    Using his craft skill and mixing in his non existing respect for this wanna be cum dumb on his belly, he created a few fragile compacted dirt small potion bottles filled with what ever liquid sperm he could ¡°craft¡± move out of the vagina that is rubbing around too near to his face and nose. He tried to mix in his sweat to be that extra step neck-beard creep.

    But fear not this was in a game and he seemed to be considered hot!

    So by that logic he too could sell his bathing water, if he where to find a society that actually had a marketplace he could abuse, if by then his harem wasn¡ät already so big that he even would need any form of money income to be a waist of space in a room catering to his protector and providers needs.

    The future was looking bright and happy yet again.

    Karl-Heinz walked up to the Military camp, they yelled at him to stop and identify himself.

    He just continued walking.

    They raised there guns in a threatening manner.

    He did a little spin in the T-pose to confuse the hell out of them.

    The guards yelled what was happening to people further in the camp. An answer came that Karl couldn¡ät understand because of distance and or it being short code commands.

    Karl stopped spinning as he started to feel dizzy and his legs were getting tired.

    The Gohb on his dick developed a hiccup and seemed to be suppressing some rather strong urge, displayed in her no longer inhabiting a black hole within her lungs to get of Karl.

    The Guards moved in to capture the weird loony.

    Karl threw two of the smell brews he had prepared and managed to hit neither of the Guards closing in on him. But he hit close enough for them to stop moving, raise there rifles and start barking commands again.

    The rifles didn¡ät stay up longer than the list of commands they where trying to finish as the pheromones of the smell potions hit these hopeless horny virgins like a dump truck cat gets hit by super catnip.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 28 : Running Fuckup / New Spys

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    Chapter 28 : Running Fuckup / New Spys

    ¡°Fuck¡± was all that Karl could say as the guards assaulted him with there body''s. He threw the ¡°potion¡± bottles like they would go boom and annihilate or distract or incapacitate his foe, like in some round of dnd playing as a potions chugging class or having holy hand grenade at the next closest nearest inconvenience.

    His actual plan was to sell his bathing water mix to get some more supply''s whilst also having some bribed guards to tunnel back into the bunker in peace.

    Buuuuuuut a rather active industrial cum vacuum was rather distracting at work, more distracting than a leech doing their thing and much heavier to carry around.

    Now that number of leeches tripled as the two guards were high on his sweat smells and undressing themselves whilst dog piling his ass and trying to dislodge his first leech. His spars amount of clothes have been already cut to shreds. The two Tret or maybe Erumenta where currently in the uncoordinated task of dislodging his current sausage storage from his groin, with little success.

    This gave Karl enough mental room, in between very passionate kisses, to try and wiggle his way out of this latest predicament.

    He knew no help would be coming, they were all trapped under a few meters of soil and rock. He also knew that his little fuck pile would be found before he would manage to satisfy them all and he also knew that his manliness wouldn¡ät be long standing enough to outlast the bitches desires, let alone the reinforcements they would get once the moans were to be heard and the smells sniffed by the rest of the camp.

    Soooooo Karl-Heinz did the next best thing and started operation ¡°Nope 2.0¡± or ¡°Nope again¡±, naming could wait.

    The main difference of ¡°Nope repeat of the retreat¡± to just ¡°Nope¡± was that instead of letting (forcing) his loyal troops (horny harem battle addicts) retreat by foot, he instead implemented a sliding tactic.

    With a lucky snipe ¡°crafted¡± hole, he managed to see light below the ground, this time he was smarts enough to compact the dirt around his crafted micro tunnel so that it woulden¡ät instantly collapse. Now armed with a goal to aim at he manage to craft a sup-terrain ramp to the bunker complex. Managing to get this fuck pile fuck up caused by him to vector an interception course with, to his luck, the mess hall, right into the second emergency meeting lead by Sarsa as they seem to have noticed his disappearance.

    Sealing up the ground behind him nicely and very very sturdily, Karl¡äs attention switched back to the strong muscles of everyone in his Harem lifting the cum addicts in apparent withdrawal from him and Karl guessed right into a prison cell, were they no doubt would vigorously finger themselves raw and wound deep into the rest of the day and maybe night. It was still late morning after all.

    With a rather happy tone and a slight self sarcastic under lying feeling Karl then addressed Sarsa ¡°My hero!¡± and smiling a bit shyly, whilst having his arms wide open as if waiting for a hug.

    Not being able to resist her man in such a pathetic looking state, caked in mud and the fluids of his latest sex encounter, she bend down and lifted him up, assisted from her coils, then she hugged him deeply and sighed a deep breath of relive.

    Karl¡äs head was again pressed between breasts as Sarsa spoke. ¡°Thank goddess you are all right, we were just about ready to start digging out of here to go and rescue you.¡± She was holding him in the tight embrace as she continued ¡°Oh and your privilege to privacy is now gone, someone will keep you in there sight at all times now.¡±

    Karl-Heinz just gulped at that one, tried to nod acceptance, failed his first attempt but succeeded once he was released from the iron gripped love embrace into the mammarian valley. He was still bound in her coils from his belly downwards.

    Then Karl¡äs head snapped back to a different idea that he wanted to share to the still perplexed and slightly shocked harem. ¡°Oh and here I got 3 small vials filled with my cum and sweat. To me that is jucky but to you gurls it seems to be the hottest shit since air. So valve crew that had the last shift and is now of duty claim your random participation drug trophy!¡±

    The group did some shuffling as two beautifully shaped women with porn start proportions and alien features, in this case his belly dragon Kohb and the goth Erumenta, stepped forward and gracefully accepted the no longer brittle but compressed almost stone ¡°crafted¡± vials with wood plugs on the top.

    Karl had one more of these special cocktails which he tossed to Vaskra, who was staying close by and looked a bit overwhelmed from the madness of the situation and useless in knowing what to do or even how to better it. ¡°Brighten up sugar, you still are my first fuck in this weird game¡± Karl quipped her way with a smile from in a slightly more lose grasp of Sarsa¡äs embrace.

    This random act of attention made Vaskra smile back at Karl and she took that break in her helplessness feeling as a stepping stone to get order reestablished. She quickly wiped everyone back into doing there grunt work tasks and some other things to get the mess-hall cleared of random wifes and give Sarsa some room as Vaskra herself left as well.

    Before Sarsa could either deeply kiss and try to squeeze her personal load of white gold out of Karl-Heinz or start to really lay into a proper scolding of his very rather foolish actions, still not able to read faces properly bite Karl again, not helped by the snake face being even harder to read, the muscle came back as Tris and Laka both Trotted on four legged stance back into the room.

    Tris saw an opportunity for what it was and pulled Karl out of Sarsa¡äs grip and into her own embrace. She commented her own action with ¡°yeah yeah bad hubby be less stupid.¡± at Sarsa, smooching his nose and mouth with her big maw. ¡°Now is pay back time for making us worry so much about you!¡± holding him against her chest as she leaves the room with him towards the fuck room.

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    He is being followed by a distinct slidering noise of the only snake like alien in his harem and the not so soft steps of a pissed of Laka.

    Being again bimbo amazon handled onto his bed, this time lucky enough not because of a mental breakdown. Tris was not soon after, naked enough to embrace his love, on top of him. But before the break of his penis could properly end, Tris was next to him and gently restricted in Sarsa¡äs coils.

    This slight change of plans made Tris lose her grin and frown. ¡°Oih! I was about to have some fun! He still owes me and now after this last fuck up panic for us even more so!¡± raising her voice loud enough to be heard thru a few of the walls of the room they were in. Lucky for everyone''s eardrums it was a more the base and dept that carried the voice instead of possible shrill high pitched aspects it could have had in a smaller creature.

    ¡°I am pulling rank on this one, you get the next fuck but he is needed to exploit this unique opportunity right now! Laka grab him some more cloth.¡± Sarsa pointed at the pile of discarded left over clothes from where his fuck marathon day had started. ¡°Tris grab our hubby and get him as sexy as possible! We need him to convince the two guards to commit to us or at least to tell us where they got there supply tent! If we can play this right we can get there Food and other stuff to last us weeks or months!¡±

    Sarsa was very happily rubbing her hands together and making a very happy merchant expression. As she slithered out of the room she added ¡°I go and butter them up so that you only have to show up and pay the part of the bargain I have managed to strike.¡±

    Karl was again a bit dumbfounded, the idea felt very smart to him, it even made him feel good that he was able to be uniquely useful, but it pissed him of to no end that his daily quest pop up now reared its head and gave him a new objective to get 5 women pleased and a few variations of other kinky tasks. All the daily quest tasks were very doable, but it made him feel like a slut and Karl wanted to be a wage slave not a pampered breeding rooster.

    His dower mood showed on his face so strongly that Laka managed to pick up on it, but before she could do anything to react to it, Karl-Heinz had ¡°exed¡± the bottle of supposed wine in one go, it is very helpful to have trained to drink the current gamer juice out of a bottle when you know how to take breathing pauses in between gulps of sugar liquid, and had gotten dressed in a open Jacked and tight crotch padded jeans to show of his beer-gut belly, manly flat slight man boobs and big dick energy, which was still half hard from the teasing and touching Tris managed to sneak in on the carry to the fuck room.

    Earning concerned looks from Tris, Karl strolled out of his room and walked over to the Prison cells like he owns the place, which he manages to act out well, he build it after all even though he does not feel like owning the complex, low self-esteem is a bitch like that.

    Sarsa was heavy on working her jaws of her face to try and get them culled into submission, it worked to some extent, the jog fuck girl was in the corner mumbling something about being able to die happy and the other two where deliriously begging for more time with that weird chick that smelled so good and also weren¡ät that approachable mentally. But they were all very submissive so Sarsa took the wins she could get.

    Then Karl walked in, still smelling of all the lovely grime and liquids he hadn¡ät cleaned himself off more than the many body contacts he had with the various women hugging his attention. The mood of the two new prisoners instantly changed, together with the mood of the women in the other prison cells. He was bombarded with offers of anything he could ever dream or think of, in the eyes of the offering desperate prisoners. He got all the compliments about his divine beauty, especially from the ones who were out of line of sight of him. He got praised for his endless mastery of all the crafts and how perfect the prison cells and hallways were, which were the comments that Karl felt rather grating and displeased about, he himself just knowing how much better of a job he could have done.

    ¡°Silence!¡± He called and the room went quiet, aside from some wet noises coming out of the corners of some prison cells. Even Sarsa shut up and instead slithered behind Karl, eager to see how well he would be able to get resources out of the captured guards, holding her head next to Karl¡äs over his shoulders, ready to assist.

    Karl-Heinz being a bad negotiator slipped into his version of a dominant merchant, his first bargain to offer was. ¡°Tell us were the Supply of your camp is stored and I will give you a very small bottle of my spit.¡±

    Shivering in excitement one of the guards fell to her knees and was about to try and thank his kindness, but the other one had one more brain-cell left in the lust crazed head and slapped the silly out of the kneeling woman. The Erumenta¡äs counter offer was ¡°To little, I want in on the marriage as privileged wife!¡±

    This started the usual issue that occurs when you get two desperate people together in a bad situation, the other one recovering from the Slap then tried to out under bide her partner in shame. ¡°I am ok with just being a half wife that gets the occasional fuck to get pregnant, I even toss in stealing sup ...¡± This act earned her another slap.

    Before this could devolve anymore into slapstick comedy or a slightly sad cat fight, Karl again ¡°Crafted¡± the two apart by making stone bars grow from the floor and preventing them from slapping each other more. This did bring the two back into focus on Karl with a lock of realization on there faces.

    He was not only male but also capable to do more than just impregnate them ?!

    Last time he crafted them into the bunker, they were and still are but not as much, rather hazy from lust flooded minds. Now that it clicked in there minds that they got a once in a century chance to try and actually escape the meat-grinder of this endless war riddled hellscape of a nation, they had no clue about the rest of the world and if they were also in perpetual war or not.

    So they both knelled with one knee down and the other pushing up there chest, looking longingly up at Karl-Heinz and speaking out of sink and ignoring the other speaking, their versions of a pledge of loyalty and vassalage.

    Karl wasn¡ät able to make out all the details of these on the spot oats, but he could make out tid bits of self mutilation in case of failure and eternal loyalty to escape the great hell of war. Maybe there were ideas of torture sex and self improvements that could have come from special forces drill instructors, but that wasn¡ät what was important right now.

    Important right now was that he would redirect the workload of organizing and planing the next step to the one who had the skill and mind to actually do so properly. Karl tried to achieve this with the slightly clumsy words of ¡° Ok ok calm down, you do what I tell you to get out of war service or this war or something, clear this up with Sarsa here, she is the wife one who took command and did it well. She will take care of what to do. She will also tell me when there are rewards to be had or not. Sooooooooo I take my leave for now.¡±

    Sarsa was looking pleased, this went about as good as it could have and the two new recruits, not wifes she had to prove there intentions and milk there potential for spy work first, but she wasn¡ät done with Karl-Heinz herself just yet. She then started ordering ¡°Tris! Put him down, he isn¡ät done just yet, we need him for a few more minutes and then you can screw him after we robed the ones above us blind. I got a plan so all listen up!¡±

    Laka, Tris, Karl, his two new Loyal sex addicts and a few random passer by women all huddled into a half circle rather quickly around Sarsa. All eager to here her optimistic seeming plan.

    ¡°Karl release the two from the prison and go use your digging skill to figure out were the supply tent off the camp is above us. Then Sink it into the ground like you did with Tris that one time and close it up afterwards. If possible give us some ambush defenses down here were you sink it down to to better kill who ever might still be on the supply''s. Afterwards you release the two new allies here back up thru your fuck tunnel outside so they can spin a story about why they left there guard post and later on they can smuggle us more intel and or supply¡äs for a bit longer. All clear ?¡±

    A hand gets raised by a woman in the back but swiftly ignored as Vaskra lowers that hand again for her, before the hand goes up a second time Vaskra then orders ¡°Get in gear! Get your Gun and get ready that we can clear the supply''s when they get lowered down.¡±

    This kicks everyone into action except for Tris, Laka and Sarsa who ¡°guide¡± Karl-Heinz back to the fuck room, together with the now loyal willing new recruits. He basically gets half carried as they find his sens of urgency lacking in execution speed.

    Once in the jog fuck tunnel again, Karl spends his free head space, gained from being manhandled by his guard dog and walking shark tank, to reinforce the not yet collapsed part of the tunnel while he is being carried along. He then also turns the rubble filled section of the tunnel into a nice triple Tris wide set of stairs and ramp before the half jogging group could reach it.

    Once up and out of the tunnel and in fresh air in the almost mid day sun again, they look around spot the camp and point in the direction of said camp to ask which one is the Tent with supply¡äs.

    The answer the wanna be spies produce is less than satisfactory, as they draw a top down approximation of the camp in the mud, each one does there own approximation, and then disagree about which one of the tents is the one that holds the supplies.

    This disagreement then turns into a squabble and then into a little wrestling on the forest ground, destroying the mud drawings in the process.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 29 : New Spys / Plans fail

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    Chapter 29 : New Spys / Plans fail

    Sarsa had to sigh at the pitiful sight before her, two potentially good supply sources squabbling like girls on the ground. She wished she had legs to be able to kick them with in such moments, but instead she just slithered back down into the tunnel they came out of with ¡°Karl, make a stone rod for them to bang and give us a signal when they got food, metal or useful information for us. Then please close up the entrance again and you can go back to doing your thing.¡±

    Karl did as he was asked and they left the two realizing bickering chickens outside. Karl did use the chance of being up top to let Tris and Laka drag down a tree with them. He even ¡°crafted¡± the stump to look as if someone took it down with a big saw, falling over splinters and everything.

    The mood of the bunker was a bit muted after that massive fail of a possible raid. Still the mood was still high enough overall. They were all soldiers, hurry up and wait isn¡ät a big bother to them anymore.

    Then the ¡°more eager to prove them-self¡± ones made glorious suggestions of just capturing the whole base one structure at a time or to just let the whole base be sunken down and then swarmed by the army of pre well fucked wifes over a group of sweat and cum dazed helpless cattle.

    Karl-Heinz mentally tuned that conversation out rather fast, he trusted his inner core to keep the plans manageable and not more desperate than the situation needs them to be. As the situation turns out, Sarsa seems to feel the same way as Karl, as she herself trows in the decoy officer Vaskra to deal with the glory hungry and maybe competition reducing mob of wifes, most of them haven¡ät even seen or touched the important D yet.

    Compared to all the ever more new wife recruits Tris is going in for her now seeming to become bi or tri weekly routine of getting her reward / pay of dealing with a battle / someones fuck ups.

    Of course just as they were back in the relocated fuck room, it was just moved over to one of the different bunks to avoid the dangers if the corridor that could be dug up or breached, Karl had to realize two things.

    One the wine, even tough it was mild, had taste and two why was Sarsa so flexible in her quest giving and Tris so dynamic in her wishes of weapons. One can encode a lot of possibility''s into a game of potential divergent story paths or side stepping narratives, but to some extent it all has to be premeditated, written out and coded into a game after all there have not been any true awakened ai¡äs out there that could so detailed react to his blatant ignoring of ¡°predetermined¡± story paths.

    Him rushing out with Tris to join the battle was expect-able of players, him being captured and then fleeing that capture made sens, but then them all going into happy bunker live of a construct he created with fitting quests and dynamically matching events to a structure he had made 100% to his wishes was factually impossible. There would be collisions, there would be glitches, there would be less idiot npc¡äs and more demands for the play to go explore the world and do stuff, after all games want to show of the world they painted with all the effort and budged they pored in.

    So Karl realized that he was an anime isekai character, but unlike the beardless same faced fucks from japan, he didn¡ät get any godly start up help, he had to use alllllll of his earth skills and knowledge and he would get no food porn, only mostly tasteless groul.

    In the few moments Karl-Heinz had the pieces slip into place for the unasked question that was his existence in this world, Tris had started to strip down and this time turn it into a strip show.

    Well she tried to turn it into a strip show, the cheering crowd was there in form of Laka hooting her on to show of more thoroughly, the clothes were tailored to fit bimbo women proportion and were reasonable clean thanks to Karl¡äs skill abuse, so they were good enough to put up a show with, only that the bachelor party boy Karl was lost in thought and staring into the ceiling as if he was fearing his girlfriend finding out and cussing up a storm when he would get home.

    The world came crashing back into full focus when Laka grabbed his head and forced his face to look into her own eyes, doing a quick check for tears or other issues. Then she smelled his breath, jerked back a bit and turned to Tris ¡°did you force a whole bottle of the high officer alcohol stuff down his maw to get him drunk?¡±

    Tris being now in only a half open shirt and a pants dropped down to her ankles, shot back ¡°Na he finished that bottle himself before we went to the prison, I was wondering when that would start kicking in.¡±

    But this time Karl-Heinz wanted to join in on the talk about him as it happens in his presence and added ¡°That was high alcohol? Even to me never booze drinker that was almost as weak as nothing. And I don¡ät want to think right now, Tris what kind of fetish can I please in you?¡±

    This stunned both into silence. Laka for this rather hard shift in attitude and demeanor. Tris was shocked into grinning ear to fluffy ear again, quickly striping the rest of her clothes and then trotting over up close to Karl on all fours. Then the land shark licks his ear and whispers ¡°What do you got to offer bull?¡±

    ¡°Nothing much special, I am after all bound by the laws of reality so the really weird fetishes are of the table, also not gona serve scat, water-sport or other such yucky ones.¡± Came the clinically neutral reply from Karl as if talking about a productivity spread sheet.

    This got a confused head tilt from Tris, which didn¡ät get the gesture implied clarification as Karl is still unable to understand most gestures, which causes Tris to lose her grin and feel unsure about some of her live choices.

    Laka then comes in to try and save the confused Cannidor. ¡°I think Tris would like to have some options, or to hear what your not up to offer.¡±

    Using this as a way to drown out his mind and to avoid thinking about his realization, he starts to ramble on and listing off one body-part at a time, its potential uses in sex, its potential fetishes and potential uses of tools and toys.

    This self revealing display of manic details quickly bore Tris, who in turn resorts back to what worked for her so far, blunt force simplicity. ¡°Just fuck me silly you stupid.¡±

    This got the text of technical legalese dense script in Karl to jump out of its tracks. He needed something more challenging or intense to keep himself mentally occupied, so he gave a counter offer ¡°So you let me take the charge this time?¡±

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    Tris being a bit annoyed that she wasn¡ät already being fucked just waved it of off, walked over to the bed and said whilst laying down tits up ¡°come and fuck me already!¡± Not knowing of the grave error she had just committed in uttering these words in this context to Karl-Heinz, she lustfully licked her lips and grinned at him again, she even dared to wink whilst squeezing her breasts together with her arms and spreading her vagina lips with her fingers.

    Karl as reaction just shrugged and then ¡°crafted¡± the land shark to the bed, or rather reworked the ground and bed so that Tris was pinned down secured with solid stone rings against the ground in a laid down version of the standing up straight position. Her tail secured in line with her spine between her legs and further into the room. The stone rings all with a bit of softening padding from some of the blanket this room had. Her long neck was given a little bit of wiggle room but it was much reduced to her usual range of movement.

    This made the grin disappear on Tris as it brought back bad memories of her being secured in metal shackles in Sarsa¡äs private room on the floor. ¡°Oi ! Why did you shackle me again?! I didn¡ät do nothing wrong this time! Release me you still owe me!¡± The protests started but then died down as Karl laid a finger against his lips and shushing her.

    Meanwhile the spectating Laka was biting down on her tongue to not burst into giggles, as the foul mouth seemingly had earned the muscle woman some special time out in her mind.

    Tris pleas of release were muted as Karl-Heinz was finished striping down the rest of his clothes and placed his butt on Tris open maw, again limp dick and balls laying or hanging against the underside. More or less forced to take up close snuffs of the males pheromones, musk and general smell of sex from near one of the main sources this smell gets created from, her eyes dilate, her nipples stiffen into diamonds and her groin starts spilling spring water.

    ¡°Well that went faster than I thought, are you perma horny you land shark?¡± Being naturally bend forward in his teabaging squatting stance, Karl grabs the flesh balloons in a rough squeeze and makes the semi liquid organs jiggle. He then follows up with ¡°Oh, my bad, you all are perma horny, some of you just got better self control. I mean look at Sarsa.¡± He gestures towards the door with one hand whilst the other is pinching a nipple, rolling it between his fingers like one would a pen in thoughtful boredom. ¡°She is most likely not happy about that stone panties she got from me and even now hasn¡ät tried to fuck me again after what she had accepted as punishment, or maybe other reasons, either way she can keep it in her pants and stay focused on running this shit show.¡±

    Before Karl could get up Tris gave his nether region and butt a long wet lick, huffing in delight and shuddering in pleasure, she isn¡ät even struggling to break free anymore, just laying there with eyes wide and panting heavy like an overheated over eager dog. Tongue lolling out and everything.

    Continuing his rant ¡°Now look at you, barely a sniff and you are putty in my grubby chubby fingers. Guess you would bark if I ordered you to.¡± Karl says whilst getting up and walking down her belly to lay sit down on one of her meaty thick with muscle thighs.

    Tris regaining some of her mental faculties then blinked away a bit confused.¡± Wha? Why should I bark?¡± But she was still panting and even thou reduced still drooling from her lower and starting to drool from her upper lips.

    ¡°Oh you should bark if you want more pleasure¡± Karl says a bit playful, happy to be immersed in this activity and having reached the sen place of mind away from his unwanted realizations and other mental struggles.

    Pride was the answer to this jab from Karl ¡°NO! You are my husband and that means I take care of you! You are to please us in return, Now release me!¡± Tris almost yelled that as she struggled against the restrains on her body.

    Laka had to poke fun and sniped at Tris with ¡°Oh big bad boss bitch not getting her, but ooooooh look at how much your clam is enjoying it gushing in anticipation.¡± Giggling to herself , but staying completely out of the action to stay clear of getting involved and or rendered unable to guard her hubby.

    Karl was waiting until the next natural lull or hole or opportunity shaped spot to start talking again, which needed to be much bigger than an opportunity moment needed to be for normal social people. As the moment arrived in form of Laka staying quiet and Tris starting to growl, Karl gently placed his finger atop the engorged vagina lips and slowly searched for the sexual points of interest, Tris was a porn-star proportioned woman, but also a rather alien creature that might have more than just clitoris and g spot as special spots.

    This gently slow touch made Tris growl stop dead in its tracks and shifted to a almost purr. Dignity forgotten in the renewed teasing she jerked her hips and managed to have Karl slip deeper into her by accident, making her moan.

    Being a bit surprised by the sudden movement of Tris, he pulls back and collects himself to rethink his approach, like one jerks back when the angle-grinder forcefully moves out of position and reaffirms in one mind why they best be held by two hands when possible, only to be used one handed anyway as it just isn¡ät possible to use more than one hand due to pride or bad angles or missing gripping space. So Karl-Heinz being no pussy re-positions himself, or rather his butt, on top of Tris stomach. He places one hand behind himself, grabbing into the fur below her breasts and again starts to cares and tease the folds below him.

    Tris was a rather pissed at how good she was feeling and how good she actually thought she could be feeling if given the freedom to pound him into the bed, yet before new insults could jump into her mind she felt the not ideal pressure on her abdomen and a grip on her fur before the most devilish husband creature made her moan again.

    But women have one difference to men that in this regard count as an advantage, the orgasm build up is hard if not impossible to spot, especially with Karl being socially inept and very inexperienced with real world women, and the orgasms come when they want to and not when they are wanted and can¡ät be stopped. So it came to be that our lovely Tris shivered again in her shackled position, but this time riding an orgasm instead of rage over confinement.

    Looking to Laka Karl asked, fingers still doing the teasing motions ¡°Is she having an orgasm just now?¡± as he gently rubs the clitoris with one finger and the other teasing the outer lips.

    Laka observing the scene a bit jealous answered a bit flustered with ¡°Seams like it, but she doesn¡ät seam pleased with how she is glaring at your back.¡±

    ¡°Oh, so that plan failed. Well then I can see how to try again once she relaxed a little again.¡± He then stood up, turned around and sat on Tris belly, lower end of her rib-cage and let his penis slip between the two furry breasts. Pushing the orbs together he tried to gain some friction for a boob job.

    ¡°Hateful glaring isn¡ät sexy¡± Karl-Heinz mutters after a while trying to get this fuzzy boob job going, but failing to gain the flair or rather right kind of sustainable rubbing going.

    Tris for her part was back down from her orgasm and was now thinking about how to get her slightly sated and slightly slighted needs meet.

    Sadly for both of them the door swung open and Vaskra commanded the room ¡°We need you all, we got sound signal from up top and we need the security and Hubby to open up the way to the surface.¡± She then waved them to follow along in an urgent manner.

    ¡°Yeah better quit it here, don¡ät quit feel it this time.¡± Karl sighed, got up, got dressed and snapped his fingers to add a bit of flair to un-¡±crafting¡± Tris from the bed. The follow up cleaning and clothes crafting axiom ability he didn¡ät flair up and instead concentrated on making Tris look very skin tight clothing to show of her fit physic and perky big assets.

    Because of that action, Tris didn¡ät get the chance to dress herself and was ready to follow in no time, still her grin was missing and everyone who looked at her could see she was plotting or at least thinking something very intensely.

    But what ever revenge torture chamber she might be cooking up in her head, the job came first and so she did demand to get metal crafted into armor onto her from Karl-Heinz. That detour was done way too fast as Karl¡äs proficiency was getting to rather good levels with complex structures.

    Reaching the stone rood hallway the found Sarsa and 3 more goon wife¡äs waiting and holding the ground. As this was just a spur of the moment craft to the structure, it is still only a straight tunnel with no spots for ambushes, traps, cover or other bolder rolling down the path to flatten them all stopping characteristics. This was an issue that needed to be fixed before they could let the new information come in.

    ¡°It isn¡ät paranoia when the world really is out to get you¡± Was Sarsa¡äs words of wisdom as she directed Karl to set up two ambush and fallback points, together with a few places of cover and murder holes to shoot from.

    All set up, all in position, with Karl, Tris and Sarsa at the stairs whilst Vaskra, Laka and the not yet memorable women stood with weapons ready behind cover.

    Just to really hammer home how helpful paranoia is in the right situations, as Karl opened up a stairway to fresh air and midday sunlight, the first thing to come into view were two meat shield turned turncoats being carried downstairs by a pair of Cannidor women that looked very pleased and very grinning at the scene before them.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 30 : Plans fail / experts Fight

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    Chapter 30 : Plans fail / experts Fight

    The two Cannidors had to crouch down a bit as they walked down the stairs into the tunnel. One, they were to tall to fit standing up down the path, two, they did want to use there meat shield hostages to cover themselves mostly and not partially, three, they had no problem to walk that way thanks to there impressive muscles and tail counterbalancing there posture, four, this way they just a bit faster got to see what awaited them at the bottom of this dungeon.

    Karl-Heinz was trying to enact ¡°nope nope nope¡± part three of the ever so far faithful plan of conflict avoidance, now ever more seriously than the other times were he just couldn¡ät be asked to deal with the bullshit of battles. Sadly for all involved Laka was faster and tackle grab, dragged him towards safety, unfortunate for the bunker population, the two Cannidor¡äs were using both hands to there fullest, one carrying the shield, the other wielding a gun of some laser sort and hip shooting rather skilled.

    Shooting so skilled in fact that Karl gets hit in the upper left arm, instantly flash cooking away his flesh in a small local steam explosion, tearing away a chunk of flesh almost down to the bone, breaking his concentration, taking the left arm practically out of commission, flooding his body with a fight or flight reaction or in his case adrenaline to a point that his sens of time slows down to a crawl.

    He can watch it all unfold nice and slow around him, the moment his arm got shot or rather the splatter of that shot painted Laka¡äs fur red, his Harem turned into a vicious frenzy. Laka speed up her tackle and drag to get him to safety much faster, Tris let out a battle roar putting most Leopard tanks to shame, Sarsa somehow slipped into cover with the other women and they all started blasting away at the entrance, turning the meat shield¡äs to charcoal and chunks, Vaskra ran off deeper into the tunnel making the start of some kind of alarm sound or command, trying to rally the other wifes.

    The three Cannidor¡äs were ignoring the few shots that were actually hitting them due to there immunity to laser shots and no hit of the rail-gun the defenders possessed landed on the fluff sharks yet.

    The invaders for there part opened fire at the bunker people but didn¡ät manage to hit more than the man in the crowd before needing to drop there weapons to hold and fend of the claws of a truly pissed of Cannidor.

    This turned into a stalemate as the attackers were blocked by Tris at the bottom of the steps, the back up further up and out of the bunker firing there laser weapons but not actually doing anything to Tris, whilst the defenders on the inside were trowing everything they had at the attackers, firing as fast as there weapons would allow them to do, the second shot of the Rail-gun pinging in a bounce off of Tris shoulder plate and into the ceiling. Karl being dragged away from the scene fully awake but unable to focus enough to use his cheat skills.

    Rushing past him and Laka were the reinforcements wearing what ever they could get there hands on in form of weapons and he could even see later in the flow that the prisoners were also recruited again to help.

    The battle wasn¡ät going to well for the bunker either, sheer brute strength pushed Tris slowly back and claw marks could be heard forming on the steel protection of her body. The meat shields were blown to useless chunks and dropped, The rail-gun fired again into melee and didn¡ät hit anything vital on the enemy again.

    Sarsa was by now organizing a retreat to the fallback line were the reinforcements took up position.

    Karl-Heinz was no longer able to follow the fight as he got dragged around the corner of the door to the first fuck room and over into the mess hall. The battle raged on in the background whilst he was dropped onto one of the tables.

    Before Karl again could try to do anything, he was being treated by Laka and the belly sleeper Kohb. As if unaware of the chaos down the tunnels and in perfect calm professionalism the Kohb removed Karl¡äs sleeve and with the help of a full alert Laka keept him pinned down. He wanted to do what ever help he could do to treat his wound, he wanted to be helpful in all aspects of life after all, but his useless left arm, not very useful in wound treatment feet and pinned down right arm didn¡ät make the cut too start operating on himself.

    The Kohb for her part was doing the best she could with what limited supplies they had at hand, quickly closing of the still leaking vein or artery and then bandaging it all up and immobilizing the arm with a clean peace of cloth against his chest, kind of like an arm-sling but with no wiggle room.

    As the seconds turned into minutes and a few more wifes get dragged into the room to get there holes stuffed before rushing or limping back into the fight, Karl had his own little breakdown again. This pained his surrounding wifes to see there husband cry again, but it did fit the current objective to keep him out of trouble by any means necessary.

    Karl-Heinz just had boredom, on top of his shocked to the core adrenaline rush and feeling like he failed in helping his harem again. He wanted to help so bad but didn¡ät know how and was to deep down the rabid hole to be able to take a step back and reevaluate the problems. So he just sat in the corner and cried, in spite of the insistence to go and laid down properly, but his wifes were very busy so they couldn¡ät push this point of his pity-full small resistance.

    All around him the bunker chaos eventually died down, after the initial explosion of rapid violence the fighting dragged on to a more methodical fighting, he could feel his flash bang magazine grenades being used and hear the distinct sound of the rail-guns.

    After what felt like a hour of crying during the battle and another few minutes of intense silence, Vaskra came to announce. ¡°We drove them back and took their camp!¡± Which earned her loud cheers from everyone able to do so. ¡°We are now going to need every able hand to carry the stuff down here as it is a lot safer in the bunker than up there in tents.¡±

    With that every able woman rose from their resting spots and started to walk out and try to help in the transport.

    Karl managed to have that call out as his face slapping, mind back into place, moment and rose from his seat to go and try to help carry stuff. He managed to get out of the door and down the hallway to the fuck room before Laka stopped him with a hand paw on his right shoulder.

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    ¡°You only got one arm to use right now and it will be hard work so take it easy and stay down here.¡± She gently tried to command and plea to him.

    He just turned around, looked her in the breasts before adjusting his hollow gaze up at her worried face. Karl then realized that he was down a useful arm and turned to continue walking with a shifted distraction goal in mind.

    Laka tried to reach out again, but she saw that she wouldn¡ät do any good with stopping him now: So instead she did her duty and was his guard dog again.

    Karl for his part was internally unable to get distracted, so much had happened since he had woken up in this hellscape of a planet. All the seemingly genuine affection he got for his juices and the admiration he got for his cheat crafting¡äs was shifting his self image. He was feeling like he was healing from his depression because he was feeling more shit than ever before in his life, yet he was more active than ever too.

    From his previous attempts at getting out of his hole he had learned that it first feels worse before it starts feeling better and the harder he pushed to get better faster, the more blow-back of feeling shit he would get hit by. But now there was one important factor at play that never before graced him with its presence, he had outside forces pushing and dragging him along, willing to put up with his special kind of creepiness and eccentrics. This would crash him very hard very fast if he ever were to lose this support structure of his harem around him.

    Kind of like that loving wife in ye village tales that would drag the proven and relapsed alcoholic out of the bar every night, so that the drunkard wouldn¡ät turn the months wage into a barman''s profit. As she does her duty over and over again for months if not years, to save her family or her public image or her wealth, but still usually failing as the alcoholic got more crafty in blowing money or the wife exhausting and burning out from the effort.

    Lucky again for Karl-Heinz, he had a platoon or maybe now only a squad, worth of fuck bunny''s to share the burden. Still he could always recruit more to ease the needs of hands and he was a person who tried to please and tried to fit in, so he hoped to not be too big of a burden on his support structure.

    In his mental inflection he completely zoned out and missed, as he had reached the outside, passively turned tents and other objects into bags, chests and even simple carts to easier move the supplies down the less steep reopened main access ramp into the bunker, the puddles of blood soaked mud and gore all over the place, managing to trip on a chunk of flesh, stumble forward two steps and then slip in a puddle of said mud, trying to catch his fall with one arm sling secured arm and the other hand in a snug pocket of his pants, ending his maneuver with his head in the bosom of a not yet cold corps.

    His indignant grumbling didn¡ät last long in deaths uncaring mammarian embrace. Laka was there for him every tumbling step and grumbling mutter he had ushered since he was dragged out of the fight by her and into the mess-hall. So she used her not diminished endurance and strength too lift him up like one would a kitten, only on him using his t-shirt pullover bastard clothing, setting him back on his feet and plucking the chunks of mud and gore off of him.

    In situations like this Laka was glad for Karl being so mentally ill, any normal woman would have gone catatonic from such an experience and would have stayed in shock for days if not weeks in the infirmary from the crippling wound. ¡äBut he was not helping his healing process by walking around so much.¡ä were her thoughts as she then tried to nudge him back into the bunker with ¡°You should go rest Hubby, you have done more than enough, let the sister wifes clean up the rest and heal up a bit. We don¡ät want your wound to reopen and you bleeding out on us. If you go down they might also got better medical supplies ready for you now.¡±

    ¡°No! I need to do stuff to keep my head thinking, need to process stuff¡± Came as a reply from the again wandering man, continuing to craft simplistic objects, but soon after he shifted over to making structures too. In the places of were tents were cleared out and removed, simplistic one room stone houses rose out of the ground with small windows, a chimney, door less doorway and stone floor.

    He tried to think whilst doing these tasks, but completely failed, as the work was to mental sided instead of very simplistic body movement sided. So he stopped with a half rebuild village, hung his head and headed back inside.

    Everyone could see how bad he was feeling by the not cleaned tears and snot still clinging half dried to his face. Laka gently herded him back to the mess-hall, were she saw the few crippled survivors of the harem, lucky for them the fortified positions kept most women unharmed or only minor injured.

    Karl-Heinz did rush over to the severely messed up looking Tris, who was looking almost serene as the different women were working on trying to treat the bleeding cut wounds from between her not removed heavily scratched armor plates. He then gently rubbed her fur in between the neck and helmet armor, before asking ¡°how are you doing? Do you need the armor off ?¡±

    This got a smile from Tris and from all the others present, what a caring loving husband, except for the two women trying to treat Tris. The Kohb said a bit harshly ¡°Yes remove the armor!¡± glaring at Karl.

    Wilting under the glare Karl mumbled a shy ¡°Ok¡± and ¡°crafted¡± Tris naked with all cloth and metal laying in sliced pieces below her or on the ground.

    Laka came over to loom threateningly over the Kohb, but the Kobold like bimbo short stack held her ground staring back up at Laka and said ¡°What do you think? Let them smooch until big protector dies of blood loss?¡± Before Laka could react to that the Kohb¡äs attention was back on stopping that grim fate from happening to Tris.

    Karl took the chance of the big awkward pause to jump in with his own problems and questions. ¡°Here Tris,¡± Holding a credit card sized plate made from crafted stone next to her face. ¡°I think you more than earned your own fetish fulfillment ticket for this one, and and ¡­ I am sorry for being such and ass and toying around with you before the fight ...¡±

    Tris stoic grin of post battle fix up pain endurance turned softer into a warm smile that reached her eyes. Still she had to push her luck just a bit further with ¡°and what about the time you trapped me in Sarsa¡äs den ?¡±

    This made Karl full body nothing, and with a blank look he shot back ¡°you were a loud mouth rapist bully, you earned that one, I hope you learned from it.¡±

    Then he did wince as one of his wives gently brushed his left shoulder, sending a shiver down his arm and to his still fresh wound. The pain of it wasn¡ät to bad whilst he was distracted, but like eating ice-cream with a sore tooth, the gentle touch made it all that much more mentally present.

    Laka flashed her teeth at the women in question, but was stopped by Tris hand around her muzzle. Tris then added ¡°Get hubby treated, I can see it is still just bandaged.¡± To witch Laka obliged or rather that Laka aided the other women in the mess-hall carry, guide him onto a freshly emptied table, the women in question now laying on the ground in the corner of the room.

    They then removed the soaked red bandages and filling material out of the reopened wound and did a more quality treatment with creams and injection and everything, they even opened them out of medical boxes that had sterile or clean ish sealing paper cases. The height of the procedure was someone disinfecting his wound somehow with Axiom!

    To Karl this was fantastic distraction so he was looking at it like a good little boy waiting for the trick at a magic show. It was all so new and therefor special to him, not some boring cut or bruise that would be fixed up with a rinse, a cream and a band-aid or bandage. Worst injury he ever had was from a car crash that ended up in a hospital visit and a big nothing burger as he was strapped in good and only got some small cuts from the broken glass windows.

    Lucky him the sizable chunk of now missing flesh would have send most people into panic or collapsed them from pain after the adrenaline wore of, but instead Karl had excellent high pain tolerance from all the work accidents and on top of that was suppressing his feelings for years now. So the end result was that he had the mental fortitude to soldier on even though his arm was now not more than a barely usable flail.

    He hadn¡ät tried to move his hand yet. He guessed he would be crafting accommodations for himself for many parts of his life now.

    The fascination in the operation on his wound treatment wore of as they got back to the ¡°wrap it up¡± part of the procedure. So his gaze wandered around the room, as Laka was making sure his staying pinned down this time and not move much.

    The room was overall optimistic, yet filled with despair as the wifes cried about the losses and the crippled cried about there future. Seems like he would craft prosthetic not just for himself when he was at it. Still it was much much easier to get a stump of a leg to work again instead of a stump of a hand to be handsy again and this room had been blessed or cursed with cover that eliminated all wounds below the nipples. At least that was what he could see in the room with him, excluding Tris who had the rules of melee combat fuck her up.

    Given that his harem was more than just dotting on him, they gave him the best stuff. The best stuff meant in this case that they gave him a third ever bigger shoot of anesthetics, to spare him from the misery and finally send him back to a dream less slumber.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 31 : experts Fight / change of Situation

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    Chapter 31 : experts Fight / change of Situation

    After a very deep and relaxing slumber, Karl-Heinz yawned wide, tried to stretch and noticed that his left arm was still fucked and secured to his chest. Not long after he also remembered that he was drugged into sleep.

    The third thing he noticed was that he for a change wasn¡ät 90% surrounded by bitches and instead had a moderate surrounding quota of only 50%. The Kohb was laying on his legs like a cat would, near the feet staying out of reach, yet blocking there movement if you don¡ät want to disturbed the cuteness and still looking serenely comfortable despite his legs being just a little better than street speed bumps.

    To his right his stretching arm had woken Vaskra, holding on to him like he were a piece of drift wood in the wide empty ocean and his head was in the lap of a cross-legged sitting Laka. The Lopen wasn¡ät awake yet and her torso was leaning backwards against the wall.

    Somehow he just knew that Sarsa was also in the room and Tris wouldn¡ät be far away either.

    His suspicion was proven wrong as the awoken Vaskra made a whistling sound and the last two of the inner circle first had to enter into the room. Sarsa¡äs Torso entering first but her tail first finish entering after Tris had lumbered over to the bed and slowly sat down on the edge of it.

    Karl then broke the ice with the well practice thrown brick finesse with ¡±So why did you put me to sleep and what happened in the battle ?¡± Before Sarsa could answer and giving the others a moment to catch there bearings, waking fully from there own much to short sleep, he added on ¡°and what do you need me to craft next?¡±

    Now before anyone could say anything, Tris grinned and requested loudly. ¡°My weapon! Big and strong and shoots and shoots and shoots again, covering me in as much gore as our enemy''s are filled with fear and you fill me with cum!¡±

    While everyone is processing that boisterous moment of Tris, Karl tries to jump in on the presumed joke and cheats a 6 barreled Gatling gun made of stone into existence on the floor next to Tris feet.

    Tris eyes go wide like dinner plates as she spots the stone construct and how it is shaped with only the ability to be hand held by her and not able to be mounted anywhere. This toy is a loop to stick an arm thru, a crank lever sticking out the left side to make the barrels spin, two internal gear wheels and nothing else.

    Tris immediately picks it up and aims it at the wall to spin the crank, to first squeal in delight at the clacking noises that come from the inside of the gun, only to have her mood sour as nothing else happens than the barrels spinning.

    As Tris ears flop down in disappointment, everyone else laughs out at the comedy of the goof moment of the gun nut berserker. Then the mood softens again as Tris cruses up a storm of in her grumbled mumbling, gently removes her arm from the toy Gatling and lays down onto the bed.

    To lighten the mood of his murder land shark and to lighten his guilt a bit as well, Karl offers ¡°I can make that as a Gatling rail-gun when I get enough metal and stuff.¡± Which does make the Cannidor perk up again and start plotting something.

    Still before that train of thought and topic can go anywhere, Sarsa takes command of the room again and starts instructing the situation to Karl-Heinz. ¡°Lover, we knocked you out because there was a battlefield to clean up and you were gravely injured and you were wandering aimlessly and potentially doing stupid things again.¡±

    Karl tried to object and offer his excuses and reasons of his actions, but the serious stares that he got from everyone but Tris made his autistic shyness flare up and dry up his words like a pill in a vacuum dry chamber.

    Sarsa continued ¡°The battle went very well overall, the camp above us thought that we would be hiding in some straight tunnels and there Cannidor shock bitches with a specialist squad would be enough to flush us out and recapture you. YOUR defenses were a game changer in this conflict. We managed to lure them in and grind them up. Tris in her battle frenzy and armor managed to kill both enemy Cannidors and after the specialists retreated it was only clean up work of a camp in chaos.¡±

    ¡°It also helped that the attacking bitches all either peed or squirted there pants went in terror and arousal, they couldn¡ät handle the bunker air of your smell it seems. Lucky us that you seem to still be in heat¡±

    ¡°Buuut men don¡ät get in heat?¡± Came Karl¡äs uncertain interjection.

    Focusing on the task more important, Sarsa rolls on wards with ¡°anyway, You also asked what you should craft or rather do next and I beg you or rather order Laka to get you to stay in bed. Yes you can do some exercises or what ever our best medic tells is good for you, but please stay in bed. Hubby you worked longer and harder than any of us and now you are heavily injured and crippled, so sit out a bit. We will get you when or if we need you. The outpost is removed and the entrance is a secured position. They will take at least a day or two until they realize the base is wiped out and a few more days to organize and then send reinforcements here to reestablish a Base.¡±

    Then the Nagasha got hard and grim like a old war veteran commander looking at Tris. ¡°You stay in bed too! don¡ät care if it is here or elsewhere, just stay put, heal and get ready for when we need you again.¡±

    Tris opened her mouth and tried to start talking but got cut of from Vaskra ¡°Yes I will get metal brought here so he can tinker around with you or he will get bored.¡±

    Tris gave a as good as she could with her bandaged arms fist bump to that statement, accompanied by a very happy half hissed ¡°Yessss¡±.

    Karl-Heinz in the same moment leaned back and groaned as he thinks he realized something. ¡°I am gonna get fucked every hour of the day that you can get my dick hard, now that I got no excuse to instead be working. Right?¡±

    Most women in the room were looking slightly ashamed at that statement, Tris was a grinning exception, Sarsa instead looked lovingly at her man and said. ¡°We do need to keep up moral, to bind the new prisoners to our cause and you have to fulfill some sex favor promises you made, well the ones you can fulfill whilst staying in bed. Laka will keep it all tame.¡± Snapping her gaze to Tris she continued ¡°And you will go gently or I will have a way found to control you or your urges! Don¡ät test our relations over the health of our Husband.¡±

    As Tris still happy grinned, even though a bit smaller than before, at the glares of the other women in the room joined in on the feeling of judgment to the hardly restrained Cannidor woman.

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    Having a rare glimpse of the feeling or mood of the room, Karl had to try and smooth things over, so he offered ¡°Tell you what murder shark, if you keep the others happy and me fine. I will try to build you a fuck seat that could run your vagina raw. Not hard to do, we got all the things to craft it here in the bunker.¡±

    This was followed up by a very fake smile, but despite the very bad acting, the words seemed genuine and thus Tris grin faltered and she lowered her head in submission with a ¡°fine, I will stick to what ever you deem save for him.¡±

    - - -

    What followed after that hearth to hearth or rather ¡°stay in bed hubby so you don¡ät fuck anything up¡± was a few days with a lot of emotions for Karl-Heinz. He was kept in bed by Laka, whom he didn¡ät dare cross as she seemed to know what was best for him and he never dare to argue back against her, at least not without 100% certainty that he new that detail better than her.

    So he was begging for distractions from his boredom and emotions, which lead to a lot of sex, more than he even thought he was able to give, it also lead to too many moments were he was lost with his own thoughts and was left to cry out long suppressed emotions as he was forced to face them.

    He was such a mess in between fuck marathons and crafting requests, that every women in the bunker soon pitied him, but not one thought of ever leaving as he was there only man option and they would all be most likely executed when they would try to surrender. Also he was still able to fuck them silly and he was very kind in trying to appease everyone.

    Better said, he was able to stay hard as women were jumping up and down or otherwise polishing his pole. His crippled arm and restricting rules of the ever present guardian cut down on most of the possible sex positions and almost all kinky stuff like the fuck jog.

    The abusing of the appeasing and weakened mental state of Karl was tried, but immediately stonewalled by the inner circle of wifes, ever vigilantly running the bunker and observing the precious male addebt in there midst.

    He did get let out of bed on his own two legs, as Karl never told and hopes to never have to tell his wifes about wheel chairs and that he could make them, to go and do some crafting on the entrances, resealing the entrance outside of the re-imagined village, opening the in village original entrance. He even got some fresh air on day 2 to craft some of the trees into more portable sizes, after he had insisted that he would go more crazy without fresh air.

    By day 5 he even had managed to make beds with pillows and blankets for all his wifes, mostly using the cleaning spell on existing stuff that got plundered from above.

    It all came to a halt as Karl was coitus interrupted right out from under Vaskra as he was rushed to the front entrance and brought to Sarsa¡äs side, half dressed, but held warm by blankets.

    Sarsa nodded to the recovered enough Tris who manhandled Karl-Heinz to her then started explaining. ¡°They are back.¡± There was a short dramatic pause that Karl failed to take so Sarsa continues ¡°The issue is that it isn¡ät the same side this time. The front line seems to have been breached and we are being marched on by the other sides forces now.¡±

    Karl takes this as a clue and starts to enact ¡°Nope¡± protocols, starting to close up the entrance again.

    Sarsa waves her arms around in front of his face a bit panicked and corrects him ¡°Wait wait, stop! I need you hear to close the entrance yes, but only after we tried to make a deal with them first. So please make the entrance small and sit close by with Tris to wall us up if our negotiations fail.¡±

    Tris nods.

    Karl nods.

    Tris grabs Karl and reposition him behind one of the murder holes out of line of sight but close enough to listen too what is going on.

    Sarsa is coiled up and waiting for the first curious soldier to come down and start negotiating. Vaskra shows up, hastily redressed and positions herself with the guards in the ambush points. Almost all the other wifes from the bunker are also in the defensive positions. The prisoners are still in there cells and behaving themselves in a quiet fashion.

    Karl wants to be helpful and increase Sarsa¡äs chances of survival, so he peeks thru the shooting hole of his cover and with a bit of practiced skill crafts a thin cover of stone plate armor around his first wife. The stile is a bit leaning into the fantasy side of designs as the plates leave the joints wide open and only protect her torso and arms, but some armor is better than non armor. Made out of stone it also is rather brittle at the thin thickness it has to not weigh to much.

    This earns him a small nod of the Nagasha lady and the waiting continues.

    And the waiting continues.

    And continues.

    Karl-Heinz still is no fan of hurry up and wait and gets bored, but Laka and Tris looking down on him and his possible bad ideas, he instead self employees his focus on trinket puzzle blocks like one can buy made out of wood or plastic in the gift shops of science museums.

    He doesn¡ät have many ideas to craft new ones and the ones he knows he has quickly crafted and carried off by one of the wifes around him, as they try to keep the battlefield uncluttered and free of tripping hazards.

    This then escalates to Karl-Heinz making a small room for him to busy himself in. Which gets tolerated by Laka and Tris, which then gets Tris to egg him on to craft more weapons and war toys, which brings Karl to stop trying to make Lego blocks out of granite stone.

    Holding the classic 8 by 2 block in his hand Karl realizes ¡°I can just make caltrops if you want.¡± Creating one as he suggests the usually iron 4 pointed foot trap.

    Before any more ideas of boredom can materialize, the new voices of women can be heard, resulting in Laka dragging there unstable addebt back into position and out of sight.

    What followed afterwards was more hurry up and wait, scouts or rather expendable pawns got send down the stairs only to be greeted by Sarsa and after a short confirmation at gun point that the Nagasha was the at least speaker of an independent faction willing and eager to open diplomatic relationships, the scouts scuttled back up the stairs and quickly after returned with someone with the power to establish political connections.

    It was a monumental task that was being undertaken in this moment, that Karl-Heinz managed to not fall pray to his own mind without fidgeting away his boredom with bad ideas and staying semi alert for the good of his wifes. It did help that a quest popped up, telling him to keep them save, it further help that he saw his duty to ensure there safety and be ready now that stuff was actually happening. No matter how slow it was actually progressing.

    The officer send down to do the talking was taken of guard as she smelled the dense with pheromones air. Her nipples stiffen and her nethers start to moist., but she keeps her expression stoic neutral and her walk even and steady. Reaching the bottom stair step, the Officer manages to strike a pose of stern resolve, unlike the degraded looks and appearances most officers present to the turncoat women of the bunker thus far.

    The war has worn down the spirits of both the cannon fodder and the officers yelling at them to storm into dead mans land. Yet her stands a woman in clean clothes, aside from some mud on the sides of her boots, a seemingly unbroken or corrupted will and a deal in mind, to acquire the riches of this bunker with diplomatic ways.

    ¡äThis bunker did have some riches as it was obvious a man was present, but aside from that it also had a skill in fight and creation. No mere rabble of random women would survive as long as these have to establish a base and defend it with out at least some significant skills.¡ä

    ¡äThis Nagasha woman also seems to be one of the primary wifes given her custom made armor and clothing. Now to find out what they want and how to twist it for my interests. But why is this man now in heat?¡ä

    So the officer started the conversation with some token respect ¡°I am glad to meet you here on hopefully friendly footing. You made it clear to my scouts that you were not to going to just be integrated into this great nation of mine as you all seem to have had better ideas or wishes of how you want to live your life¡äs from now on and are willing to fight for it to the death.¡±

    With a short interruption pause to let her words influence and permeate the audience she then continues. ¡°You seem to have fended off and survived the waist-land in opposition to the eternal enemy, which given the circumstances sure is no small feat and has many heroic story''s born, waiting to be told.¡±

    Sarsa just stayed quiet and let the officer ramble on, often times it did pay of to let the other party dig their own grave with assumptions, when one had the luxury of time that is. ¡°But I do believe you are out numbered, out of supplies and most likely putting up a show of falls strength to get better negotiating terms. How about we cut all the preamble and you join my glorious army and let the man get taken to the breeding farms and be pampered like he should be. I am not unreasonable, you can still negotiate your positions in the army and benefits you can receive.¡±

    After another short pause to give the words time to sink, slight snickering could be faintly heard coming from Tris paired by a low suppressed growls from Laka and some of the other women in the defensive lines. Sarsa started to counter the officer with ¡°No. We are not as desperate as you just assumed and can easily sustain ourselves, we want to best case negotiate a trade deal and worst case a non aggression pack in both cases as an independent minor faction in this world.¡±

    The officer to her credit stayed calm and collected. ¡°What is it then that you want to trade with and what do you reveal that will stop us from just storming this dungeon and taking what we own by force?¡±

    This elicited more growls of displeasure from the onlookers. Sarsa didn¡ät react to the slight jabs and sufficiently escalated the tensions. ¡°Karl-Heinz Hubby could you please show of how we would, how did you call it, nope out? But please let us be still able to talk some more. Bars would be good I think.¡±

    Nodding at understanding at the wall, Karl peaked out of cover for a short moment and then ¡°crafted¡± a straight line of vertical prison bars between the officer and Sarsa. These Bars were made of stone, arm thick and completely stopped any entrance or exit out of the bunker, but left enough room to shake hands thru between them.

    As the bars formed, the officer took a shocked step backwards, not able to hide the surprise from also reaching her face.

    Sarsa leaned a bit forward and lifting her head higher at the same time, looked down at the officer lady. ¡°We got an addept that can make many things to trade or fight with. So if we don¡ät like the deal it won¡ät be easy to remove us.¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 32 : change of Situation / intruder Alert

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    Chapter 32 : change of Situation / intruder Alert

    Now that the mostly verbal slightly demonstrative brow beating phase of the diplomacy discussions are over Sarsa takes her victory in stride and pushes forwards with her best bunker favoring offer. ¡°Now that you can see this forward close to the front line positioned manufacturing trade partner, here is the deal, you send us food, clothes, massive amounts of metals and what is needed to make what you want, together with examples of the weapons or what ever you want produced, rounding it of with some luxuries like books and or fine drinks, you should know the things. In return we will trade back the goods that you requested to resupply your troops with a short supply line with good quality stuff.¡±

    The officer took a short moment to compose herself and fully process the offered deal, then she fired right back with her counter. ¡°You will also lend us your strongest fighters and include people I send into the marriage with your breeder.¡±

    ¡°No chance, I won¡ät let you siphon of our strength and I will definitely not dilute our population with saboteurs or potential rebels for your cause.¡± Sarsa stayed stoic in posture, slightly relaxing back down to a more eye level stance and less of a towering one.

    ¡°So we don¡ät trust each other, but we are the bigger fish in this pond. Politics favor the more power controlling party. So what concessions are you willing to make then ? I too have too have to make successful reports to my superiors.¡± The officer but on a defeated body posture, slumped a bit forward, shoulders and head hanging forward down, looking up at Sarsa¡äs face.

    ¡°Oh I can understand that.¡± Sarsa answered and the woman¡äs hope rose a bit with her posture. ¡°But I don¡ät have to care about such issues anymore myself. I care about my husband and my sister wifes. I am not going to make bad deals swayed on emotions. You should target weaker wills with such sentiments, but I will not risk my Husband and my family¡äs well being at any cost!¡±

    The officer straightened herself a bit to fast into a proper position again, her pants were getting a bit moist by now.

    After Sarsa¡äs final line of stoic defense of self interested non migration declaration, the haggling over the trade deal started. Karl-Heinz had not the faintest clue if they were getting ripped of or a good deal, but the job of a good merchant was to always get the best deal possible. As the situation relaxed a bit another of Karl¡äs wifes joined in the haggling and they even got out an abacus to aid in quick rough calculations.

    Karl was then left or rather urged to leave into his distraction room, they knew how weird he is and tried to play into what they thought would keep him happy and functional. He himself had other ideas in his mind and stayed put next to the murder hole, observing the trade deal, just as he believed was his duty to ensure he could jump in and help at a moments notice.

    The urging didn¡ät last long and so he was left to stay and stare, creeping some of them out with his focus on people instead of projects for a change outside of sex.

    As time crawled by the officer lady clearly got less and less patient as the dark spot in her pants grew to its point of equilibrium were the same amount of liquid evaporated and got leaked into it. She even discretely rubbed at herself a few times, yet her face stayed stoic.

    Sarsa seemed to have planned this moment for the trade deal as she made a sudden drop in her demands of the trade deal, which took the officer of guard and they quickly shook hands and double signed pieces of paper that Sarsa had laying in wait half written.

    The talks were over and the officer rushed up the stairs with her copy of the trade deal. Most likely to find a privet spot to start rubbing the frustration out of her system.

    Sarsa relaxed a bit after that stressful session of negotiations. She then slithers over to Karl and gives him a quick kiss and hug. ¡°You did well hubby.¡± Then she slithers away to a bit of distance again and asks ¡°can you please remove the armor, it is starting to wear me down.¡± After which she then points at a few of the women in the defense line and commands ¡°You, you and you go and inform the others that we are good on a trade deal and that we can ease up our stress a bit soon. Before you plan lewd stuff I meant a party or something, Hubby is still not healed enough for stress testing.¡±

    Karl does turn Sarsa¡äs stone plate armor into table ware, then he gets up, crafts himself a four wheeled cart and loads his current distraction projects from the distraction room into the cart. He tries to pull the cart back to the fuck room, before he would be dragged back there, but Laka doesn¡ät let him try and takes that task from him.

    Crisis this time averted and successful diplomatic negotiations to become an independent village state, gives Karl-Heinz hopes they can pull of a Switzerland during world wars kind of thing, Still he has to continue on living and can¡ät push a fast forward button to speed up the slow parts of this colony management game, even though he isn¡ät even the player but a cog in the machine.

    - - -

    The days move on after this, still at a snails pace for Karl, as he is constantly dotted, constantly prodded if he can be milked again and constantly kept distracted and praised, as his harem figured out that distractions and praise keep him somewhat stable.

    The whole day-plan he is repeating seems to be working too. Tris gets her gun, a hand cranked Gatling rail-gun as Karl didn¡ät manage to work out a better way than the rotation system with position based trigger mechanisms for the easy reloading of bullets without gunfire recoil. He also didn¡ät manage to build computers or computer parts to aid in fine tuned electrical motor movements.

    Karl-Heinz also manages to actually fuck his way around the entire bunker and clear out the prison cell. They only had to exile two of the women to the wrong front line of the war.

    He vehemently denied to hear any more about there speculated or actual fate as prisoners of this war, He tried to keep his sanity in a condition that would let him be able to do work.

    As the trade deals started to warm up after a week or two, he was busy again with a full time job. He sat in his workshop and half producing the requested goods, mostly mass repair jobs on uniforms and defect laser guns they all seem to use, the other half of his time goes into setting up manufacturing lines.

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    ¡äIndustry for the win¡ä is what he thought to that, then he verbally added ¡°that¡äs what she said¡± completely out of context and confusing his surrounding wifes.

    Another upturn for Karl was that now that the food income and safety of the bunker was somewhat stable, a lot more free hands were available to aid in what ever projects came up. Due to Karl-Heinz cheating skill that meant they were mostly busy trying to dot on the poor guy in moments were he tried to concentrate and then end up send to the aptly called ¡°torture benches¡±. A dozen women were standing side by side, lining the wall and cursing the iron blocks they were filing.

    He had proposed to teach the harem his metal working skills as best as he could the way he had learned it himself. Women jumped at the opportunity to gain skills and the possibility of favors with there husband, then they saw what the first 3 canary''s were doing down in the metaphorical coal mine and the perspective changed to it being more of a punishment that at first glance looked less rewarding as boot camp fitness training.

    Not long after the wifes learned to look busy and to dance around the ¡°no disturb hubby¡± rule or be ¡°volunteered¡± to the t bench. At the benches they were actually tasked to file blocks of iron down and into shape.

    With the craft skill he was amazed how good quality measurement tools he could make in respect to 90 degree angle or spacer measurements. He could even make caliper gauges, but he didn¡ät trust his own skill at not making up distances as fine as a tent of a millimeter and thus invalidating his entire metric system set up that would be to follow.

    Just winging it for now was his plan then, Humanity also didn¡ät start with a central standardized measuring system, every city had there own definition of foot, elle, inch, ang or what ever measurement size.

    The plan Karl-Heinz had in mind for the t benchers was 6 months of filing, at least guessed 6 months he had no time limits and would let them file and saw and what not until they got the results good enough, then he would slap them onto the laid and mil and what ever other mostly mechanical metal working machines he managed to cook up by then.

    The end goal being a mock and rather raw version of a journeyman degree in metal working for the successful wifes at the end of there torture tour, Karl was already fearing to make the final test to hard, to easy, to long taking in time and many other negative things, but that was a minor ¡°in the future¡± fear that he could ignore for now.

    He still had very little clue how the Mana or Axiom in the air every where was working or making laser rifles a viable mass produced weapon, but he managed to understand the rifles enough to be able to replicate them. The quality was not better when you measure the flashlight pew that exited the business end of the rifle, but the insides were no longer duck tape and third world wage slave labor quality.

    Karl also managed to set up a production line that would cut and press a string of steel, which he could mass craft into storage, into rail-gun bullets. This thing got demanded from Tris many times after she training shot thru her ammunition supplies 3 times and was demanding more to better ¡°understand¡± her gun.

    After Tris got a way to make more bullets, she too sat down and was even eager to learn how the machine worked. Soon she was walking around covered in more ammo belts with Ammunition boxes on them than her actual plate armor could have given her in protection. As a small detail, the ammunition was feed in belt form into the Gatling with a metal clip type of belt as Karl didn¡ät dare defile his precision work with something as unpercice as leather or cloth.

    Of course more than one big fast shooting gun were requested of him and placed at the entrance of the bunker as defensive emplacements and manned by the guards at all times.

    To everyone''s annoyance the entrance did need to be widened and opened up to allow the flow of trade goods in any more capacity than what a two woman team could carry down a long flight of stairs. No one was surprised when the entrance into the bunker got a simple pulley moved sideways elevator next to the flight of stairs which ended on the lower end in a wide wast half circle room, being guarded by an array of murder holes.

    Sarsa implemented a way to minimize the risk of unwanted immigrants or ¡°accidents¡± to occur at the moment when goods were exchanged. The ones up above simply were tasked with loading the elevator platform themselves and not come down were the bunker wifes unloaded and reloaded the goods that were traded back.

    Re-negotiations happened at gun point in the half circle room in front of the bunker door, the first door as murder holes are bad at being air tight, but they were less tense as the first talks and a bit less heavy in pheromones in the air and guns being aimed. Trust could slowly be build.

    The good times got better when the bandages on Karl-Heinz wound revealed on a renewal change, that his scar tissue was growing in nicely and he would no longer be at risk of bleeding with a wrong bump, his arm was still not very useful. He could move and use the hand and the wrist but moving the arm as a whole was very limited and severely weakened. Lifting the arm away from the torso was completely impossible now.

    Still the news was good enough that his milking sessions got rougher, much to the delight of the more sporty wifes and for Karl¡äs slowly shrinking muscles.

    In fact the sessions got so intense that one day during a morning session he got someone trying to double dip on his manliness. After the crotch Goblin Gohb had left the room, but before Karl had managed to get himself dressed, someone invisible started to lick his neck and rub a gentle hand over his half hard penis.

    Not knowing what to do, Karl-Heinz froze in indecision. This odd behavior got picked up by the ever present guard. Laka was on Karl¡äs left side in no time and asked. ¡°Something wrong? Strained your arm again ?¡± Concerned looking him over.

    The invisible person didn¡ät care about Laka, she was focused on her goal and started to get her soon to be stud hard again, trying to stroke him hard again.

    Now Laka was able to see something moving on Karl, that shouldn¡ät move that way on its own and Karl managed to unfreeze his thoughts and answer. ¡°Something just licked me and is on my dick.¡±

    This let all the alarm bells ring in Laka¡äs head as she yelled ¡°INTRUDER!¡± whilst swinging a clawed slash at in front of Karl-Heinz groin.

    With the help of outside force, Karl fell backwards on his ass and Laka hit empty air. He grunted from the rough impact of is butt and back on the stone floor. A deep moan could be heard from on top of Karl.

    The high the intruder traded for a quick evasion is spent and the second swipe in front of Karl¡äs groin lands a solid hit, making Karl groan in pain and discomfort as claw scratches appear on his skin. At the same time a thud of flesh hitting stone can be heard next to him on the floor.

    The Intruder seems to have a shift in her goals as hurried claw on too smooth floor running motion noises can be heard in the direction of the door. To bad for her is that the door swings open and is blocked by Tris near the ceiling and the half dressed fuck goblin near the floor.

    The Gohb gets yanked out of the way like a supply crate in an on foot action movie chase scene, but the scene doesn¡ät get to develop further than that, as Tris fists the floor so hard that the air starts to groan in pain.

    Before lifting her fist back up Laka dog piles the intruder and soon miss invisible is pinned under a growing number of angry and defensive wifes. The next step after that she is shackled in a block of stone with wheels and carted off to the prison cells.

    As the situation this time can wait a bit until it is resolved, Karl-Heinz has the chance to clean up, get dressed, with more help than he wants and get a quick drink and bite in on the way to the prison. Only to see that Sarsa already is all over a dirt and paint smeared, now visible Lizard women in a block of stone.

    ¡°Fuck I missed the tail¡± Karl self cursed as he saw the unbound appendage laying on the floor also smeared with stuff to be visible.

    ¡°And why are you down here?¡± Sarsa continues to grill. Her voice is rather pissed and it seems she hasn¡ät gotten any calming answers yet.

    ¡°Only gona say that if you give me alone time with the man!¡± The lizard lady stares back, only to shift in demeanor and mimics as she hears Karl¡äs curse. ¡°My gentle man is here !¡± and then she giggles a bit to perfect for Karl to alert all his social alarm bells.

    Knowing that he is still the opposite of a social savant, Karl walks into view, but out of reach of the tail, and sits down next to Sarsa on a casually ¡°crafted¡± stone chair. He holds his expression neutral, well even more neutral than his usual but lately slipping poker face. Not knowing how to do any of this interrogation stuff, Karl just stays silent and lets the professionals handle this.

    ¡°Now he is here, will you answer now or do we need to start getting creative?¡± Sarsa asks glaring at the intruder.

    ¡°Now I will tell you everything once you let me into the marriage.¡± comes the quick counter with an accompanying grin, shortly followed by a pained grunted ¡°uff¡± as Tris bunches the air hard enough again.

    Whilst the resident muscle cleans her fist fur of the assorted dirt now smeared into the fluff and Laka stares with the protective hatred of a laser rifle, Sarsa counter offers the spy ¡°A spy would be useful yes, but how would we know that we can trust you and who should trust someone as highly valued and treated as you that has betrayed their lord, boss, master before ?¡±

    ¡°Well as token to build some trust, there are 3 more Cloaken down here that I know off.¡± The Lizard grins back.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 33: intruder Alert / More Wives

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    Chapter 33: intruder Alert / More Wives

    Sarsa¡¯s expression doesn¡ät change at the revelation of more spies, she just stares at Vaskra, nods, and waits for the whipped into shape officer no longer wanna be, but instead now soon to be, start yelling orders into the hallways. Tris and Laka push Karl-Heinz closer to Sarsa and start flanking them, then the two brawlers throw dirt around the room to check if any more invisible surprises await them. The other wives join in the dirt and dust throwing, but are more chaotic and much less coordinated. Still there is a lot of dirt on the floor and in the room from the original de-cloaking work.

    Vaskra for her part manages to organize a complete sealing of the bunker, which was already in sort of effect anyway as a standard safety measure, but now that paranoia is paying off! Then she orders a systematic check down the corridors and going room by room covering everything in dust and dirt to try and find the other intruders faster. Lucky for them Karl already crafted buckets full of very fine stone dust that stays in the air, and lumped up, fly''s long distances.

    The prison is soon declared clear and background coughing can be heard from the heavy dust attacks on many lungs.

    Remembering stories from the past, Karl yells out into the bunker ¡°CHECK THE CEILINGS TOO!¡± and ads to Sarsa in a more normal volume ¡°People don¡ät often look up so it is a good place to hide.¡±

    Tris then goes to block the entrance into the prison with her body whilst Laka takes a more relaxed stand.

    Sarsa then continues the interrogation not yet turned hiring interview. ¡°So, you freely rat out your comrades at a chance to gain access to his dick, but what else do you have to offer up to us?¡±

    ¡°Oh plenty, my services as a loyal worker for the good of the bunker, my body for our man, I am even willing to join in on the t-benches if it will get me in. I also can babble on about all the secrets I know about from before I got down here.¡± The spy said very smugly.

    ¡°Fuck!¡± Karl then interjected as he realized but unable to elaborate as a half dozen ¡°Gladly¡±, ¡°Yes please¡±, ¡°Immediately!¡± came from the Spy and out of the Bunker dust team. Just ignoring and going forward with his actual point ¡°I need to set up some kind of money! Communism never works in large groups. But I got just the thing!¡± Then he is zoned out again, crouching on the ground and crafting around with his skill and stone from the floor.

    Ignoring Karl-Heinz newest errant thought process, but acknowledging her concerns with a worried quick look down at him, Sarsa carries on this now slowly turning negotiations ¡°So what deal do you have in mind and how will you ensure that you are trustworthy in your words? What will stop us from just calling you a liar and then killing you and letting you disappear that your superiors then may believe you ran with no risk to our own safety?¡±

    ¡°Oh, that is simple, I already gave you provable information about the other spies in the bunker.¡± The Cloaken even giggled a bit as hateful screams could be heard, followed by some quick fighting noises. ¡°Also, your Cannidor is a good brawler and a worryingly strong foe for anyone trying to attack this bunker home, but I am very useful too with my species skill and the sheer rarity of my species on this front line.¡± Her grin was now almost matching that of Tris when the land shark had a good moment.

    ¡°Because, you haven¡¯t heard of many dead officers, despite the fact that I exist and could just walk up and kill them with no one the wiser.¡± The wall fixtured Spy finished with a light moan as her tail rubbed against her breasts a bit, she still was very horny.

    Sarsa¡äs eyes narrow to slits as she moves closer and stares at the lizard. ¡°I don¡ät trust you, I can¡ät just trust you, so you will build trust by risking yourself for us, to prove your commitment.¡±

    Just then before Sarsa could elaborate further another dirt covered lizard woman gets dragged into the prison and thrown into a corner for Karl to quickly trap craft into a private small cell. The newest bimbo on display, once released immediately starts to beg ¡°Please, no! Let me free, they will pay you for letting me free. They will pay you anything you want, why did you rat us out traitor! I didn¡ät do anything, you never will see me again. ...¡±

    The pleas didn¡ät go much further as an annoyed Karl, trust her up with a form fitting stone mouth gag, freezing all movement of her jaw in place in a half pleaded speaking state. He left her nose some holes to breathe thru. The block itself was heavy though and she soon laid her form fitting, to big, stone gag down on the floor, instead resorting to crying.

    Karl-Heinz just didn¡ät want to deal with the sight of a crying actual not npc character person, most likely doomed to die. So, he did the most sensible thing he could think of and turned his back to her. The occasional scraping and scratching noises from stone on stone and claws on stone, made ignoring a problem too hard for Karl still, so he did the next escalation of avoidance. Trying to whisper to Sarsa¡äs ear-hole he said ¡°Please don¡ät kill them, I need to get out of this misery here¡± and then he left with Laka in toe.

    To try and lift Karl¡äs mood a bit, Sarsa said to the spy whilst he is still in the room and listening range. ¡°You are in luck! I first wanted you to kill the other spies to prove your conviction, but my Husband has pleaded for mercy. So instead, I think we will let you live with us for a bit and see how things go. Well, with you visible at all times, of course.¡±

    This made Karl a bit happier, but he could hear a scuffled battle in the dungeon as another spy got spotted and seems to be resisting arrest longer than the first one. Walking over to the seemingly cleared mess-room, He sat down at a table and tried to continue working on his money idea, or rather money design.

    The plan was to make stone coins or rather tokens, that would fit perfectly into a slotting box and when they had enough coins to fill the box, he would fuck them. He hoped that would slow down the sex rush by a lot. It felt nice to be wanted, but at the same time he felt like trash as he just believed that they would all drop him at the first chance at a better man showing up, no matter how realistic or possible that was to happen.

    He had the box done and was ruminating over the two pictures to show on the sides of the coin, as out of thin air the last spy grabbed and pulled Karl up as a VIP meat shield, arm under his shoulder and stolen kitchen knife on his throat and everything.

    This lizard spy seemed to be the smartest, or at least second smartest, of the whole bunch as she dragged Karl into a corner of the room where she could no longer be flanked and have everyone in her view. Laka had tried to flank her, but due to the search parties clearing the bunker she was alone with Karl-Heinz and the spy.

    Karl tried to craft his way out of this one, but before the ground even encased the feet of his attacker, he had a fresh bleeding bite mark on his neck, shocking him out of the concentration needed to pull off his skill and having the dirt crumble into useless chunks.

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    The sight of Karl¡äs blood made Laka very angry, but lucky for all of them, she managed to keep her cool and not endanger Karl-Heinz more. An attack would see the bunkers victory, but Karl is an asset they just couldn¡ät risk losing.

    Before the spy could make any demands, the room was flooded by the other wives, all armed, and all angered by the capture, and all seeming out for blood.

    ¡°Now you will all let me go and no one will get hurt. I walk down the hallway, you open the door and let me out. The moment one of you makes a wrong move, you will have less of a man to care about!¡± Her words hit hard with her bloody maw and the neck-wound gently trickling more blood.

    Laka took charge of this front. ¡°Counter offer, you let go of your husband and we don¡ät kill you. You are cornered and when you step into the Hallway, outflanked from all sides. We got all your friends captured and your trump of being invisible has vanished.¡±

    As the two did their standoff, Karl-Heinz didn¡ät like being useless, so he tried to craft again, which got him claw marks on his shoulder from her choking arm hand. This also had the negative effect that Laka would be red as a tomato with rage if she were fur less, some of the wives sure did manage it though.

    Not wanting to give up on living just yet, whatever that may mean considering Karl¡äs depression, he played sack of potatoes. He stopped standing and just let himself hang limply in his assailant¡¯s arm.

    Struggling with the weight of an out of shape big heavy human, the spy grunted from the effort, sagging herself a bit into a lower stance to try and stay standing. ¡°You fucking retarded, dick! Stop playing games and be an obedient hostage you useless sack of meat. You tittles waist of. . .¡±

    But her curses got interrupted by a sudden case of ¡°laser to the head¡±. A deadly sudden condition one can acquire well to quickly, when not paying attention to one¡¯s hostile armed negotiation opposition.

    Goth girl was this time the lucky wife to claim praise for this risky 5m long distance precision iron sight shot.

    Karl for his part was a bit slow in shifting gears, laying in an uncomfortable pile on the ground, half entangled, with his now partially headless assailant and a few claws in his shoulder. He managed to realize that he was in fact saved and could start the freeing process, when the mixed head fluids still remaining in the ventilated skull started to ooze down on him and soaking thru his clothes.

    By that point however, Laka had the Cloaken already half removed from him and the other wives were looking him over for more damages.

    Before he could input much efforts of any worth, Karl was again on a table, his chest stripped bare and his shoulder and neck wounds being tented too by the Kohb head nurse and her army of stoic professional assistants.

    Turns out that one can quench the thirst in these women with regular sessions of their special drink from their favorite hose.

    Either way Karl gets a lot of bandages, creams and emotional support talks from his wives and Tris gets angry glares for her emotional support jabs and friendly insults.

    But before he can be carted off to bed for emotional support cuddles and more emotional gentle rides; turns out you can only quench so many at a time and keeping them quenched is a full-time job; he gets first carried and after a strong struggle and protest rolled in a freshly crafted wheel chair, one must take the small victories he can get, to the prison.

    Waiting there were a grinning Spy wall fixture, a cried out but still despairing nose breather spy, a bondage fetish tied up, gagged and also despairing spy, and Sarsa with a few helpers and guns. Sarsa then starts ¡°Good to see you are being taken care of well husband, I hope that wasn¡ät too bad for you as a hostage.¡± She laid one of her hands on his left less bandaged shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. ¡°I hope you won¡ät mind a few questions before you can go rest from this ordeal.¡±

    That earned a very approving nod from Laka, who currently looked like a scared cat with her fur standing on end, and visibly looking twice her normal volume where her clothes don¡ät hold the hair flat. It takes a while for the shock and anger to leave everyone''s system.

    ¡°Now what our lovely Sarsa here wanted to ask you is if I can join the Harem and be a good breed lizard spy from the looks department, I sure charmed our Nagasha first wife good enough with my actions and words already.¡± The grin the dirt covered lizard put on this time actually matched one of Tris¡äs grins, an impressive feat with that smaller maw to pull off from the normal sized lizard lady compared to the 1.5 times sized land shark fluff tank.

    Sarsa looked a bit annoyed at that interruption, but didn¡ät comment and just continued. ¡°You also get to input if you want to do something with the two other spies. We can¡ät trust them, but as you wished, we don¡ät have to kill them. These two haven¡ät done anything to harmful yet.¡±

    A small gap of speech appeared then, too small for Karl to start answering, big enough for gentle strong hands preventing him to try and stand up, to push him back into his wheel chair. Long enough of a gap for Vaskra to return and report ¡°The Bunker is clear on the inside; we checked every corner and even the ceiling. We got dust ready for when we open the doors to the outside again to then check the entrance hall and defenses.¡±

    Sarsa nodded her approval to Vaskra for that, then a long enough pause came for Karl to feel able to answer the previous question. ¡°Eh, how about we make them live here with us with restraints and see how they behave, and if they fuck up, we could still trade them back, they are valuable to the ones above, so they would trade a lot for their invisible spies back.¡±

    Sarsa groaned at that. ¡°Yes, we can do that, it will be some effort in keeping them watched and our critical points secured. Karl-Heinz you will need to craft some chains and piercings for them. They will wear clothes which are visible, but if they drop the clothes and manage to open their shackles, the piercings we will give them will not be removable without a mark left to see them. They are invisible on the outside, but the flesh and blood is not.¡±

    The wall fixture looked worried at Sarsa as she asked ¡°I hope you don¡ät add me to the piercings list, it would be much harder to do my part of the deal if you do.¡±

    ¡°No don¡ät worry, you earned enough trust for that for now,¡± The Nagasha waved off, and then looking at Karl, she added. ¡°Please free her and clean her too. Maybe she can then introduce herself properly to everyone here.¡±

    Planning ahead a little bit, Vaskra had one of the wives run off and get some clothes for the newest potential sister wife.

    Karl for his part, again did as he was asked, he freed the Cloaken, cleaned her with his cheat skill; slightly wondering where the dirt went away to when he used that skill but not pondering to deeply; and then with the available clothes crafted her a rather form fitting set of jeans, shirt, and cloak with hood.

    The color scheme of these clothes were a war crime against any fashion sense as he just randomly sourced the base material for this covering abomination.

    The Cloaken did stay visible as she got cleaned and she was looking good. Full row of white and healthy teeth, trying but not quite reaching Tris grinning levels, piercing bright yellow eyes with vertical eye-slits. No hair anywhere on her body but a smooth head of a water monitor lizard. Her scales were more of a dark green to gray nature camouflage pattern with rings of white rings around her neck, upper and lower arms, and legs and a few more rings of rings around her belly and down her 1,5m long tail.

    Her body was smooth, thin and long, making her more of a fast and far-reaching creature than a powerhouse of muscle. She did as any sentient creature Karl-Heinz has so far seen, have breasts, yet she seems to be a cup size bigger than the rest of his harem, with H cup breasts instead of the so far standard of G cup. Her butt was a bit bigger too, but that is harder to quantify when a tail is sticking out of it, and some of his wives have different tail situations disturbing that scaling attempt.

    Her hands and feet fit into the same system as everyone else with 5 fingers, even though they got nice big claws, and feet that could fit into shoes, but would need some declawing or claw space first.

    She was eager to get some love, so after her clothes finished forming, she walked up to Karl and pressed a deep long kiss onto his lips, slow enough to not get punched into the ground again by an over protective wife, yet fast enough to speed past verbal complaints.

    Karl did get a bit bothered by the long lizard tongue rubbing over all his teeth, slightly bulging his cheeks.

    She was fast enough to get in, sadly for her, lost in lust, she wasn¡ät fast enough to extract and got yanked away from Karl by a strong hand around her neck, lifting her off the ground, and making her look a bit sheepish. The grin on her face persisted still.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 34 : More Wives / Return to Normalcy

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    Chapter 34 : More Wives / Return to Normalcy

    ¡°Hi my name is Scavera, I ...¡± Before the newest wife could really get going Laka blocked her flow by interposing the new rules for her. ¡°You will not fuck him right now; he had been drained completely not an hour ago. You will follow Sarsa¡äs and Vaskra¡äs commands for we have a harsh place to survive in that needs cooperation to the fullest. You will protect the bunker and Karl-Heinz with your life to the best of your abilities, for this is not the first invasion we uprooted and repelled!¡±

    Towards the end Laka¡äs nose was almost touching the Cloaken snout as the big Lopen was creeping ever closer and growling deeper the further on she spoke. She then added ¡°He is my Charge and I will protect him from any danger, even himself, to assure this happy little Harem persists.¡±

    Backing off of the less grinning Cloaken, Laka goes down to all fours and walks over to a still pinned into his wheel chair bandaged Karl. She tries to wheel him away but gets stopped by gestures from Sarsa. So instead, she sat down like a Dog would next to the Husband and started to low growl in the direction of all the lizard spies.

    Not having any idea of what to do next, Karl gets to stay passive want to be wall flower, by continuing to ¡°enjoy¡± the spotlight of all female creatures that aren¡ät busy with life and death critical tasks and having the dance of intrigues continue around him.

    Scavera does the honors and starts a new with her introductions. ¡°As said, I am Scavera, I am glad that I am able to marry you in the hopefully near future. My skills are mostly espionage related and a bit of thievery and self-preservation in tight spots. You can sleep assured that my skills also aid in counter intelligence operations, but I do have to work a bit on my more carnal self-control.¡± Giving a little pause with a charming feminine chuckle at the self-joke she continues. ¡°But as Sarsa can attest, I am a quick thinker and have now chosen the best faction to be loyal too. I do hope that I can aid in the good future of this endeavor here.¡±

    Hearing this Karl-Heinz just had to share his wisdom. ¡°Rules for rulers dictate that you just saw a better leader or operation to follow and thus jumped ship for your own most benefit.¡± Which made many of the faces present sour rather strongly.

    Trying to salvage this blunder Sarsa commented. ¡°This is more than enough reason to trust her for now. We have need for her and also can use the mostly trustworthy extra hands rather than implanted spies and possible saboteurs of volunteer women that would join now over a trade deal.¡±

    The faces betrayed that Sarsa wasn¡ät as effective as she would have liked to be, the not trusted spies were very uncertain about their faith and most others seemed grumpy about the easy in Scavera got after she molested the Husband. But Sarsa authority still persisted and everyone got shooed back to their duties.

    Laka again tried to wheel Karl away, but again got denied. ¡°We still need some things crafted from him, namely the piercings to keep the liabilities in check. Also, they will need some clothes.¡± Sarsa elaborated after the second denial.

    Karl-Heinz never even stepped a foot into a piercing shop, let alone seen someone display their earrings, so he winged this crafting session as hard as he could and crafted a set of hand tools once the metals arrived in the prison.

    The tools were a few pincers and tongs to clamp skin and then pierce it with a thin stabbing implement. No one interrupted him, no one believed that they knew more than him in this topic. This stopped right up to when the current Jailer, the goth shadow Erumenta, tried to set the first piercing on the shoulder of the stone gagged one and Karl called out ¡°Don¡ät you need to disinfect that first with alcohol?¡±

    ¡°No? Why would we need to disinfect that? And why would we poison her with alcohol to give her a piercing?¡± Laka asked from next to Karl.

    Not having the best spine, Karl back steps with ¡°Weeeellllll that was what I heard how it is usually done but I am most likely wrong.¡± He looked away in a safe direction, downwards and onto where he was not very busy but dragging his feet to craft the piercings to insert into the new holes.

    He was just making slightly bend pieces of thick wire to be then re-crafted into rings once the tongs are removed. But he found an excuse to be a bit slower still as he tried his cheat skill at art and shooting for the stars tried to make highly complex figures and sculpts of dragons, jet fighters, fancy anime swords and naked women.

    The attempts of screams were muffled and ignored from Karl as his Harem got to work installing the safety measures. He only looked after most of the Holes were made and filled with metal bits.

    Then he had two too fast thoughts that he would regret for a while afterwards. ¡°What about nose ring and nipple piercings?¡± He asked as he looked at the not clustered but spread-out metal on arms, legs, tail and head of the Lizards, who were invisible in shame, yet visible from dirt and dust.

    ¡°Oooooh that is a nice idea, but the tongs don¡ät work that well on nips and the hole puncher needle doesn¡ät go to well into the nose. They should stay pretty after all yes?¡± Said the goth Erumenta.

    ¡°Eh yes, no need to make them ugly.¡± Karl answered, tried to stand up to get a closer look and got denied again. He did get wheeled in closer were he quickly closed the rings up and hung some of his figures on the some of the rings.

    What followed afterwards was a trial-and-error testing session on dirt nose replicas of Lizard heads, to give the Tools for the job juuuuust the right curving and thickness. Same happened for the nipple clamps.

    The whole ordeal was viewed by few, as Vaskra and Sarsa had other things to do, Tris was morbidly curious, Laka was in over protective mode again, and the rest were either prisoners or guards who had to be there. No pain numbing was had as these were criminals who were a questionable investment of resources at the best and a downright liability at the worst.

    Scavera had wandered off too, she did want to molest Karl some more, but she did have her own obligations to fulfill, to earn the right of sex.

    Karl was trying to distract himself, he did watch the piercing process, but after a few holes being made and filled he had lost interest and restarted his work on making money. First, he thought 1 coin for 1 fuck and immediately had dismissed that idea during the interrogation negotiation. Then he thought 10 coins per fuck and thought that they would all hoard the coins as much as possible, given how often and how insistent they try to woo him.

    His mental tipping point now reached 100 coins, but he wasn¡ät trying to implement just gold coins where only huge value trade would happen with. So, he ended up with 1000 coins for 1 free fuck ticket. And he made a fancy chest out of stone to stack the coins neatly into to prove one has 1000 coins collected.

    No need to give everyone a chest, he just made 3 chests and let them sit in the corner of the prison without explaining a thing. Then he speedily crafted 10.000 coins, or rather crafted several stacks of the disks and then re-crafted them into individual coins by separating them.

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    Now he felt really dumb as he was sitting in a chair that was slightly burrowed in a pile of coins that have a dick on the face side and a fallout themed bunker door on the other side.

    Then Laka picked one up and asked. ¡°What are these coins for?¡±

    Karl was blushing a bit in shame and the other bit in embarrassment as he answered. ¡°Money, one thousand coins is a fuck me ticket. So, you all can trade your sex with me to get a market going and not Sarsa always yelling you to do stuff, but trading sex getting everyone to do stuff. I even made chests where you can stack the coins into to see if you have enough.¡±

    This got Laka into the project as beta tester. Like so many beings, it allured her too to just perfectly slot something into a place where it just fits.

    Whilst Laka was slotting coins into form fitting slots in a fancy looking chest, the piercing process finished, the gags helped a lot in keeping both moderately quiet in their pain. Still Karl was needed for the final touch. The gags were removed and directly reapplied when they tried to beg and yammer in a rather unpleasant way. Unpleasant defined by Karl twitching and looking hurt.

    So, a different tactic was used. Karl closed the rings and then got wheeled away back to his room for his resting and healing time out. The prisoners then could be heard yammering in the background until Karl¡äs chair turned the second corner.

    His trip back was a bit slow, the hallways weren¡ät cleaned just yet and the chair got a bit bogged down in speed from the dust on the wheels and under feet. Karl tried to go and craft more brooms, but was denied and placed in bed with Laka pinning him down again.

    Except this time, he wasn¡ät buried in fur and secondary sexual organs, but just pinned by a happy dog on his lap, legs and sprawling a bit onto his chest and torso, looking worried cute up at his face. This meant he had is hands free, until one considers that the one arm is crippled and of minimal use and the other is partially immobilized by bandages.

    Before he could spiral into another boredom emotional breakdown of lacking distractions, Laka did chat with him a bit as it was morning and neither of them was even remotely tired yet. Sarsa stormed the room with a hand full of coins in her hands and a gaggle of helpers caring the rest of the chests and coins.

    Starting to praise Karl-Heinz, Sarsa started. ¡°Marvelous idea Husband. We were using old food ration tickets as currency until now, but with no were to actually use them and the limited durability of these paper snippets, metal and other items were starting to make the rounds. Which made a few wives rather pissed when their possessions got emergency requisitioned into whatever was the current panic suppression measure. These coins made of stone and not fake-able will be a wonderful money for us down here for now!¡±

    Gently she patted him on the not injured shoulder smiling widely at him. ¡°I am also just now coming to you, as we have no real treasury and a simple store room seems to untrust worthy to store the not yet earned money. Given this room is guarded most times anyway, guarding it the moments you aren¡ät here won¡ät be a big issue. Also, you are the least likely to steal coins that lead to you getting to trade in with yourself, sex with yourself.¡±

    Being a bit overwhelmed at the moment, Karl just stared and waited for something that he could figure out how to react too.

    Laka just joined in staring at Sarsa.

    Everyone aside from the main Nagasha busied themselves by gently dropping the heavy treasure in the emptiest looking corner of the room. This had the effect of making Karl-Heinz fuck room look just a bit more like a dragon treasure hoard.

    This gave Karl an idea that ended in him not communicating a word with anyone, just waving Sarsa closer.

    She did lean in closer to hear what he might have to say a bit more silently, only to then be shocked as he crafted something onto her head, held in place by being form fitting against her scales.

    ¡°Tadaaaa, the princess of the dragon hoard, long may she grow.¡± Karl snickered whilst finishing up a bit more fanciness into the many holed, completely engraved, polished to perfection iron tiara. He had no other metal at hand so it was made of what little iron he managed to pull from somewhere in his room.

    This had the full attention of Laka and most of the grunt caring crew and earned a few snickers of the onlookers. At least until the commanding officer scowl returned onto Sarsa¡äs face to bring her troops back in line. Laka didn¡ät feel bothered by that and continued to smile and giggle, helping Sarsa¡äs authority not one bit.

    As scowling didn¡ät seem to have enough desired effect, she escalated to the new second escalation level by saying ¡°Now that we got wages organized, I might just cut or duck them a bit for insubordination.¡± This had the desired effect and as such everyone shut up really fast and got back to work.

    Sadly, this worked so well that it earned Sarsa a defeated look from Karl-Heinz, before she could do damage control he said. ¡°Yeah, I get it, sorry for the joke, you rule with discipline, bad move to undermine it. Here let me try to fix that, I hope.¡±

    The head adornment shifted and morphed into something else and melted and reshaped itself on the Nagasha¡äs snout and face, now depicting a dog skull face mask, again light in material mass and held in place by sticking to the scales. Adorned by engravings of Celtic looking Nordic themed runes. The highlight was a set of artistic fangs running parallel to her maws side lips.

    Sarsa looked a bit unsure at Karl, trying to get him to clear up what he had done now with her look. But her face was partial hidden behind the mask and Karl was still socially inept, so after a minute of staring she sighed and voiced her question ¡°Husband, how do I look now?¡±

    To answer that he appropriated more metal from the room, this time stealing it from Sarsa¡äs clothing, to craft a mostly stone but metal steel gilded hand-held mirror. The mirror was then oddly handed to Sarsa as he was rather pinned down.

    Sarsa looked at herself, looked questioning at Laka, who nodded approval, then handed the mirror back to Karl and left with the remark. ¡°You should make a few more mirrors when you get the chance, hard enough down in the tunnels to keep one self pretty for our lovely husband without one.¡±

    As Sarsa left, another woman entered. The discount dragon lady Kohb nurse stepped in, bowed before Laka, who was blocking Karl¡äs view completely, and then moved over to the coins and started counting out stacks of coins.

    Karl not seeing a thing, but hearing the motions on the ground and being bored again, asked. ¡°What is who doing there?¡± Whilst looking at Laka.

    ¡°Oh, it is just Doc, she seems to be in charge of counting out the wages, yes?¡± Looking and first answering Karl-Heinz, Laka then shifts her gaze to the Kohb and get her assumption confirmed.

    ¡°Yes! I am no good at fighting at all the tall wives¡¯ levels and I have been sitting in the back-row long enough to be seen as most trustworthy in counting coin, also we do I think agree that Tris would be a bad fit and the other women are still various levels of untrust worthy or overworked with other duties.¡± The cute woman replies¡¯ without looking away from her work.

    ¡°Do you need a table and a seat?¡± Karl offered, still not seeing much past Laka¡äs fluffy body.

    ¡°Oh yes that would be very helpful!¡± came the cheery response, she seems to have gotten over the latest shock of the bunker intruders faster than most.

    ¡°Please let me get a look Laka, I won¡ät leave the bed and it is getting rather hot under you.¡± Karl then asked.

    Laka obliged him, walked over to the door and yelled for the room service.

    In the meantime, Karl-Heinz comes close to leaving the bed, but a side eye from Laka stops his attempted escape. He then Crafts the coins onto a big stone table with a few chairs for various usages of differently height butts. All out of stone. He also adds a counting construct where you can stack the coins ten high in and pull them out the side, to have nice perfect stacks.

    Then Karl gets lost in his work again with stone on the ground, that gets crafted, re crafted and play tested to form a better, bolder coin stacking apparatus.

    Laka nods to that content that her charge is happy and busy and only minimally moving to not strain his wounds or over-stress himself after the shocking kidnapping. Her gaze shifts to the Kohb stacking coins and she asks. ¡°How are the pay gonna look like?¡±

    Doc stops and answers. ¡°Oh, Sarsa planed a weekly pay and that everyone gets 100 coins and more or less depending on their work ethic, achievements or mistakes.¡±

    ¡°And how much do I get or Sarsa? Let me guess Tris got other plans of payment in mind.¡± Laka continued.

    Resuming her work and multitasking also talking, Doc answers again. ¡°Well, Sarsa also only wanted 100-coin pay to ¡°lead by example¡± she said. But she told me to give you 200 coins, thinking you most likely will spend it for Hubby instead of riding him ragged.¡± Then she sighs long and her shoulders slump as she confirms Laka¡äs assumptions. ¡°Yes, Tris wants a different pay bonus for being special soldier. She wants ¡°Husband time¡± as she called it, to further fulfill her needs she said and then defend her words by denying all sex in that time but to get him to do more guns for her.¡±

    Both sighed at that, only to get surprised as a big block of stone crafts itself onto the table and Karl declaring. ¡°Behold! The coin counter 1! I gotta start small with the numbers or the become too big to fast!¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 35: Return to Normalcy / Change of tides

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    Chapter 35: Return to Normalcy / Change of tides

    The days went by again in a good mostly boring way. Being pinned under changing female bodies sounds great at first, but gets dull fast after the orgy is over and one wants to do stuff again and stretch one¡¯s legs. But after a few days and a not bribed approval of Doc, Karl was walking about again.

    The Wheel chair got dismantled very fast as he didn¡ät want to be protected from the chance of falling whilst walking in a literal bunker filled with mostly religiously loyal zealots for warrior wives.

    Well mostly more soldier wives, the only one really enjoying battles was Tris, the others were just very eager to protect their way of life.

    The resources continued to flow in the trade, Karl was able to do most of the required trade work even without the allowance to move his good arm. His magic skill was just so very cheaty and the work helped him train it better and better. But Karl cursed often internally that he didn¡ät manage to magic up a computer of any shape yet, as pc games were a passion if not addiction he still sorely missed.

    Karl did lose weight; his belly was starting to vanish from the meals he missed over the weeks out of different reasons. So, his hunger for junk food and sodas only grew stronger.

    The special wines he had been gifted and somehow still got gifted, only slowly got consumed, to him they tasted like very slightly alcoholic but extremely high-quality fruit juices. Karl-Heinz attributed that to alien culture being weird and just rolled with it. He kept and displayed all the fancy bottles thou, finding them to finely crafted and decorated to dispose or reuse them yet.

    The T Benchers were still on their grind, he had gotten Vaskra to make sure of that and his eyes still worked so he was able to, with help, judge if the surface was filed plane or had a bump and if than angle really was 90 degrees or not.

    To break up the filing monotony, some of them got tasked with doing easy repairs or playing hands for Karl to up his productivity.

    Seeing as the trading stayed normal and no diplomatic meetings were requested from outside, Sarsa concluded that they just will deny the Cloaken were send by them and just would accept there loses. Anti Cloaken methods were also implemented into an airlock like entry part of the bunker. It was just buckets of less cough aggravating dust that would be spilled and fill the entire room with every trade load to enter the bunker.

    The testers of how bad the dust was to your eyes, nose and lungs were the now ¡°loyal¡± new members of the bunker. They most days decided to stay as invisible as they could get, meaning floating piercings and clothes could be seen wandering the hallways. They got the shit jobs of emptying the latrines, cleaning the hallways and also part time working at the T Bench.

    Scavera supposedly did very good work, at least to what Karl got told. He didn¡ät see her or her floating clothes often as she was still only mostly trusted instead of ¡°allowed into his bed¡± trusted as the others are.

    With the introduction of money that somehow worked, new struggles showed up to fill the void of the old struggles left behind. Now the women were not demotivated but over motivated to a point that accusations of thievery flew around. Accusations that neither Sarsa nor Vaskra had the time to investigate and instead let Laka handle.

    Laka for her part was the least burdened wife of the inner circle, at least when one went after the number of jobs listed on a list instead of the more useful definition of number of hours spend doing the job. So, the Lopen lowered herself and ¡°saved¡± the day by recruiting the worst of the T benchers into a military police group.

    Maybe just a normal peace keeper mediator group, the lines of the wives being a full military group was starting to blur even if they were all eager to keep up fitness standards and other training drills to keep fighting fit. Karl had been tasked with providing the rooms and equipment for the training upkeep and had the materials to make a full gym, shooting range and even a round running track.

    Laka¡äs force for everyone¡äs benefit found no actual thievery happening, it seemed more that political backstabbing was starting to emerge.

    The two Cloaken were excluded from any of that drama, they were tasked with filing away at the T bench and they did so with enough speed to not get called lazy. Still, they were emotionally down and not very internally motivated, a look from the other wives made them move plenty, but that is only external motivation.

    Karl did pity them, so he tried to motivate them the only way he could think to motivate them without overthrowing Sarsa¡äs plans. He tried to motivate them the German way, and made it a very very bad joke. He installed a ¡°Work free¡äs you¡± sign on the wall behind their work benches.

    Then he went to them and promised. ¡°If you get good results I will reward you for it, I don¡ät quite know how to reward you two yet, but I will try to find a way to do so. Also, good workers get better pay, so maybe you two too can earn enough coin to have some fun.¡± Not realizing he was insinuating sex, but in Karl¡äs mind was hoping they could enjoy fancy food or crafting requests made by him.

    Realizing that no one knew he would also change the coins for crafting tasks. He set up a price list in the mess hall wall, leaving the now more motivated grinning Cloaken behind. The price list was short and to the point, like Karl-Heinz remembered them from food stalls.

    Sex                     - 1000         coins

    Crafted special object Simple     - 100         coins

    Crafted special object Complex     - 300         coins

    Crafted special object Special     - 500         coins

    Fancy Wine bottle            - 200        coins

    And so, he left it at that. The money was his to generate as he pleased anyway so he didn¡ät have to make the prices too big. He was open for constructive criticism, which no one realized and so non came.

    Before Karl could disappear from consequences of his actions, consequences found their way to him. The first wages were paid out already so some people wear eager to turn that little money into luxuries. The food supplies were still handled like in a true communistic commune and weren¡ät dependent on the ability to have money.

    The gaggle of wives suddenly had demands in form of crafted objects. Objects they all believed to fall into the ¡°simple¡± category and thus be affordable.

    Before Karl had any chance to actually rationalize how complex or what the requests were, Laka did her duty and blocked the inquiries down and made them slow the requesting to a manageable speed.

    The first one to request something was that Rabbis woman who was the first one to gift him a bottle of local wine. The wine was most certainly not local harvested and brewed at the war front lines, but when one gets kidnapped and dumped across a not only planet but entirely different solar system, the definition of local grew in size of location. The cliche casino bunny girl also had lost one of her arms and was aided by a sort of pose-able construct arm with which she could hold or carry or assist her remaining arms with.

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    She requested a string instrument to play. Which Karl would gladly craft for her and most likely make her complain about acoustics over and over were Karl-Heinz never even had tried to play with in his life. So, a lot of reworking would most likely happen.

    Asking about details Karl said. ¡°And out of what should I make the strings? I don¡ät think we have leather or plastic or even the right kind of plastic or does steel work?¡±

    The Rabbis answered. ¡°Let¡¯s try steel otherwise I will have to request strings over trade thru Sarsa.¡±

    Goth Erumenta then bumped in. ¡°Make a big shield for me! On that I can hid behind against a few shots in battle,¡±

    ¡°That one is easy, I think, you can test it and then be sure it works, once I made it.¡± Karl answered easy and confident in this question.

    ¡°I want some dildos shaped like you!¡± blurted in the third wife. Earning her a few confused looks, which prompted her to explain her reasoning with. ¡°I am not inner circle and not that special. So, I gotta wait a long time between fucks, so you all too would want a little help to pass the time.¡±

    All except Laka and Karl nodded in understanding to that statement. Karl just shrugs and Laka just not reacts at all. Laka instead keeps her eyes and ears pinned to the floating piercings walking past them.

    - - -

    The crafting objectives even popped up in his vision as side quests, Karl suspected that that was an attempt at regaining his interest by being helpful, but it had not more success than the other daily quests he tries to grind thru. Oddly enough if he fails or ignores a type of objective he gets from the system, they will suggest such actions less and less to him, as if he can train a kind trainable program.

    Still his opinions of being dumped on a war world didn¡ät help the system in gaining favors from the mess of a man.

    The crafting still got done very fast, he had more than enough help in getting the dildo just the right shape made out of hard ish seeming wood. The big shield was also easy enough to create as he made it mostly a mirror to deflect the spicy light flung its way.

    The music instrument was the real struggle, he had held drums and guitars in his hands, he even had a rough idea of how the insides of a piano might work. Yet he had never much used these instruments nor had ever thought about acoustics beyond what he learned in physics classes in school about waves.

    So, the first guitar he produced made noises, but the strings all made the same noises and not very pleasing noises.

    The second, third, fourth, fifth and eight iterations were also no good. The ninth test was a stress release as he made bag pipes for fun, the instrument was loud and horrible, but it got trust into the prison by Sarsa as creative torture method. Everyone was a bit nicer after the demonstration of the noises that abomination could make.

    Several Karl dildos, small tool or hygiene helper instrument and a few days later, our Cock of the hen-house gained the skill to craft a passable guitar. The thickness of the cords now varied, they had screws to adjust their tension and it had even the extensions along the neck where one could press down on single strings to change their tone.

    Drums were rather easy to make as the wives already had improvised some themselves out of empty crates and boxes, yet they were happy when Karl made them a sort of set like one could see in Rock concerts on stage with metal dishes and different drum sizes.

    This made the bunker such a more lived in place for everyone, even if it was more a homey military base instead of an actual town.

    - - -

    But war never changes, so they only thing constant is change. On day the front entrance room of the bunker got flooded by stuff being thrown and carried down and people stacking and packing themselves up as tight as they would fit and banging against the big steel bunker gates.

    The rumbling of that commotion could be heard all the way to Karl¡äs room, shortly followed by the alarm and followed again by a runner asking. ¡°Sarsa says we need to execute order nope¡± She was looking a bit unsure about the code word but still said it without question and ran off again to do whatever other task she needs to do next.

    Before Karl-Heinz managed to get himself covered, meaning a caring bag that Laka has, with all the stuff he claims to need ¡°just in case¡±, Tris shows up, narrows her gaze on her Lover and then yanks him away by the waist and carries him at a two-legged sprint to the bunker entrance. Laka following behind in a four-legged stance.

    The airlock is open to the murder-hole area of the defenses, the front door into the bunker is closed and women are on the mechanism to hold it closed against any invisible fuckery. The please for sanctuary and help drone out any more ordered noises.

    Sarsa is trying to get to know what is going on but gets no coherent or consistent answers or static talker to negotiate with.

    As the big Nagasha herself is busy, Vaskra comes to Karl and fills him in on the first wives plan and wishes. ¡°We don¡ät know why they rushed down here; we think they got or are about to be overrun. So, we ask you to close the entrance until this is cleared up again. Then ...¡± She got cut off by Laser fire starting to rain down the entrance and the desperate ¡°refuges¡± giving back as much light as they are getting, screams and wails of anguish all included.

    Karl-Heinz did the best method he knew to solve problems he had no answer for and closed up the entrance in a crafted shot solid stone ceiling. So now he could avoid at least a part of the problem, the outside war world.

    Next was to avoid the inside problem, so he made the floor into too soft sand were many lost their footing at the unexpected ground change. Karl hadn¡ät planned what to do next exactly, simply thinking of restricting them in stone in some way, but it is good to have friends to help you out or as in this case a small private army over very well positioned and armed wives.

    Sarsa knew to capitalize on a moment when she saw it and switch mental gears faster than anyone else. ¡°Drop your guns, hands in the air, you are pinned and without a chance of winning!¡± She shouted to gain mental dominance of the room.

    Most of the women surrendered, some were to confused, shocked or scared to properly react, but none were aiming the guns at the defensive emplaced guns of the bunker. So Sarsa repeated her command a bit softer but not with less volume of sound. ¡°The entrance is closed, surrender now and you will live. Fight and you will be gunned down with nothing to show for it! You are secure down here for now.¡±

    This managed to get some to fall down to the ground in hopes of avoiding potential crossfire. The rest all surrendered and Sarsa began to organize the new chaos awaiting her, ¡°You all are now trapped down here with us, you want sanctuary. So, we will dictate the terms to you.¡±

    The panicked faces only half relaxed, the grim faces turned defeated and the determined faces started a counter argument. ¡°We will abide by your rules as long as they are reasonable!¡± a still standing soldier of the crowd spoke out.

    ¡°Yes, yes, you get your own rooms and meals as what you brought with you. You get water and toilets that you can keep clean yourself. You will hand over your guns and some of the stuff as payment for our husband to construct you your quarters. You can mingle with us after we are sure you don¡ät pose a threat.¡± Sarsa listed off.

    Karl asked Laka then in a whisper voice. ¡°Why isn¡ät she going full prison on them ¡­ no wait they are too many to handle and antagonize.¡± To which Laka just nodded.

    In the crowd some ears twitch and a face or two turn a little brighter,

    Sarsa then continues. ¡°So, you will now orderly strip yourselves of all weapons in the corner over there were we can see it, then our husband will go and build your logging''s, it won¡ät take too long. After that we will escort you to the place together with the stuff you can keep and we can return to the new normal of us doing our thing and you getting adjusted to your new quarters. All understood?¡±

    Of course, someone had to get cocky and retorted ¡°and what if we refuse?¡± which was followed by a grunted ¡°uff¡± as her lungs got force compressed by the closest few fists and knees.

    Sarsa not leaving such an opportunity wasted grinned wide and said, ¡°In that case we either start gunning you down or just wall you up in here and ignore you in your own personal tomb, We can make other exits and collect what we want after you all perished of asphyxiation.¡±

    This earned the rabble-rouser a few more punches as weapons started to almost fly into the corner under a shooting slit. Without even specifying other potential weapons, many tools that could be misused as weapons in a pinch were added to the pile as well.

    Sarsa nodded to that as the last few objects were placed in the pile and everyone was shooed into the other corner of their almost tomb. ¡°So, hubby, please do them the honors and make them some emergency quarters that they can go relax and settle in to their new bunker life.¡±

    Karl nodded and with the aid of Vaskra, a bored Tris and Laka walked off to do just that and give them a new home.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 36: Change of tides / New neighbors, new Landlord

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    Chapter 36: Change of tides / New neighbors, new Landlord

    As war never changes, in that it always changes, it might as well change back to what you knew beforehand but slightly different.

    So, Karl was cursing his harem right now, not very audible or in complete sentences as he was mumbling away his frustration of the first 3 now 4, Scavera joined in in her glorious invisible nudeness and just let them know that with an unexpected kiss stolen from Karl on the way to the dig site.

    The plan was first to side upgrade the barracks or maybe make use of the still barely used second lower floor of the complex, but quicker smarter thinking provided him with a very quickly sketched idea of how to maximize harem security, whilst half intending sardine in tin can feeling for the newcomers.

    Karl-Heinz didn¡ät ask the logic behind that quick ¡°order¡± delivered as a suggestion by the sneaky Cloaken now full wife, who was very eager to consolidate the marriage as soon as biologically possible. The note was signed by Sarsa in her signature way of barely readable but hard to fake as it was her special way of barely readable that Karl forced himself to be able to distinguish.

    So now he was cursing at over eager or slightly concerned about entombment new wife, a barracks to build up to speck for their own good and most likely manipulation mind games and a twitchy stressed and one-time breached guard detail that would jump him to the safety of too much breast flesh at the drop of a too loud pin hitting the stone floor.

    So, life was an upgraded version of when he just fucked around building the bunker way back when, all the days of maybe a month ago.

    He could use a vacation of isolation right about now. But Karl was sure he would be rescued within the hour of Laka not being able to smell his farts anymore and that included through stone walls of any thickness. They had traded for bombs in the peaceful time and Karl had rambled on about all the fun things that could be done with enough or correct usage of boom.

    As consequence he even was tasked to craft some special bombs, which he wanted to do, but didn¡ät manage to get around to do. Instead, he had tried to focus on the assembly machine which still didn¡ät work yet, parts of it did, but he was far off from a factory line were all the questionable loyal wage slaves could assemble precision crafted or even cheat ¡°crafted¡± laser rifles.

    No one dared cut down on his free time for bomb play, except of course Tris who smelled another toy to have, out of fear of him hurting himself and out of the bigger fear of not being able to ride the best seat of the bunker as often as practically possible.

    Anyway, the Barrack stone holes were a quick job. They were connected to the mess hall of the bunker, but one first would need to fall down a set of stairs and past two small ish lines of defenses to get into the place. They did have several square rooms and enough holes in the wall cemetery crypt stile to sleep in. But no furniture or doors or anything beyond what they would carry down there with them.

    He managed to finish it with a fancy looking door in under 15 minutes, or at least that is what his head clock lied to him in its ever-shifting reliability.

    He himself was secured away from the passing refuge crowd back into his fuck room.

    Being effectively in quarantine from all the potential bad seductress whores, ¡°whores¡± who most likely already are bribing over bigger amounts of the not essential supplies if not the essential supplies plus back stabbing to be integrated into the marriage for safety and sex, Karl tries to figure out how to make is crippled arm useful again.

    Attempt one, while no one was looking as he usually can be left unobserved as long as Tris doesn¡ät whisper weapon ideas in his ears. He takes a block of metal, crafts it into medial plate armor shoulder plate.

    The attempt gets aborted as he struggles to evenly ¡°craft¡± his arm into positions and bites back curses where he bruises himself in the attempt.

    Attempt two, he creates a near future exoskeleton thingy shaped out of rods holding the arm in place whilst being secured to metal rings on his arm and an upper torso anker plate.

    It works much better than before as he doesn¡ät self-injure himself and only reshapes the connecting rods instead of the whole thing. But this set up is also trashed as Laka spots it, screams ¡°Danger!¡± and tries to rip the clearly attacking metal rods of off husbands¡¯ arm to free him from this alien parasite,

    Karl luckily was sitting on the bed and thus was ground tackled into something softer than solid floor hardness. The iron held strong until Laka in her skill pinned Karl to the bed and sideways first bend and then ripped the first of 3 rods to snap.

    The others took up their weapons and half pointed them in Karl''s direction whilst the other half pointed them out the door to secure the region.

    Karl protested or rather begged Laka to cool down. ¡°Stop, stop! It is just iron! Just iron! No intruder!¡± Which did manage to get the Lopen to slow down enough to look him and his now very badly positioned arm over.

    Reinforcements arrive and the room is now packed with half the bunker worth of wives, some of the refugees managing to sneak in being helpful for brown noser points. The only free space in the room is a small spot around Karl-Heinz with the only invader into that spot being Laka and all the stares at his newest slightly bend artistic statement of engineering.

    Shortly after the awkward pause could get big enough for the shame of Laka to even breach Karl¡äs limited social perception. So, he booped her snoot as her ears were trying to be reabsorbed into her head, together with her posture shrinking at a rate of 10% per second of stares.

    This wall of indecision gets broken by the fearless overworked Sarsa breaching the crowd by simply including them into her slithering pathway. ¡°Looks like a false alarm, get back to your posts! And you new lot, get back to your own quarters. Now shoo!¡±

    The room clears out rather fast after this, back to the more manageable level of only Karl, the current 4 protectors and Sarsa. Still in command the snake lady first goes to Karl-Heinz, who managed to disengage the metal from his body back into an ingot. ¡°You should let us know what you are about to do, not by much, just a few words that we don¡ät have to be scared about you being hurt or hurting yourself.¡±

    The Nagasha gave him a gentle quick kiss on his disheveled head, his hair was getting messy long and his beard was growing unsightly patchy. ¡°We need to clean up your looks a bit too, soon.¡± She said in loving care before doing an expression turn around as if someone just killed her dog in front of her.

    Facing Laka, Sarsa then growled. ¡°Good job soldier, but use a little more brain. You aren¡ät the only one on watch close by currently. So, calm a bit down now that he is as secure as we can manage for now.¡±

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    To that Laka just bowed her head in shame, not saying a word and trot over into a corner to ponder her mistake,

    Sarsa then addressed Vaskra with. ¡°How did the rest of you react? Did it work as trained?¡±

    Vaskra nodded and then commented. ¡°Everyone was ready and every corner was watched, even Scavera joined in as if on instinct.¡±

    Sarsa nodded to that and slithered back out of the room to get back to her job of herding cats, horny, over eager, slightly possible hostile cats.

    Laka being culled stays quiet for a while, giving someone else the chance to take center stage of the VIP audience attention. Said VIP is busy looking around if he managed to collect all the metal and didn¡ät miss anything. So Vaskra and Scavera both rush to gain that center stage.

    Scavera runs in eager to do more kissing with them juicy lips filled with that delightful spit, that can make her underwear peal itself of off her nether region, carried by the flood of the liquid released. Being a stealthy person by hearth she goes in with no voice or sight of her to be seen, a grave error as it turns out to be.

    Vaskra doesn¡ät need to rush a distance or be unheard, she takes that field of battle with might and determination, knowing she was the first, even if she isn¡ät first wife. So, she steps around to face him, shoulders back, chest out as high as possible, arm and finger pointed asking ¡°Hubby what did you even try to do that got our Laka so panicked?¡± And thus, she won the race just before her unknown opponent could turn this into foreplay deluxe.

    ¡°I was trying to make a prosthetic, so I can move my arm for me again.¡± He answered flat and not even looking once at anyone, instead Karl was refocused on the metal.

    Attempt three was a modification of the second attempt. This time the metal rod didn¡ät have the distance of two stacked hands away from his flesh and weren¡ät pure round. Instead, the positioning rods looked like some fancy cast into shape double T beam reminiscent of designed machine parts. Like one could open up an old 1980 machine and find one of these arms holding an electric engine in position inside of a factory machine.

    The function worked and he was able to freely move his arm again at the shoulder joint. His elbow movement wasn¡ät ideal but seemed to be working good enough. Sadly, the aesthetic died when Karl tried to move his arm around a bit faster and ended up crafting the double T beams into what happens when big machines slap fight structural components against each other.

    The attempt worked good enough, but the look of the prosthetic in use was degrading fast. So, everyone but Karl himself pitied the loss of looks. He just was happy that he could somewhat clumsily use his arm again.

    As a final step he made the contraption removable so that someone could remove it without the crafting cheat in an emergency.

    Then as Karl-Heinz requested more metal for what next came in crafting tasks and boredom chasing, the bunker shook in its entirety.

    Panicked yells could be heard thru the door and down the hallway.

    Oddly Karl started to reminisce about how medieval Germany farm houses had no hallways as every square meter of roofed heated space was to be used and was valuable. So, people build inter connected rooms were one just passed thru rooms to get to the different work or sleep spots in the house.

    Which distracted Karl long enough to warrant a gentle shaking from Laka as he got back to the real world, if not the more important world. He did kind of have a self-sustaining and perpetually faster growing harem on his list of duties that did want him and their own lives to continue.

    ¡°We are being attacked!¡± said Laka as she stopped shaking him to his senses, at the same time the ceiling shook again. Lucky for all the worried upwards lookers, there was no or only minimal dust to be shaken lose and thus no one got blinded from that movie cliche.

    Before Karl could drift off into the next side tangent, as the real world really was more subjective to avoid his lingering depression pains, he got half dragged by his hand and following Laka to the command center to Sarsa.

    Essentially, he ended up again in the big everything room of the mess hall, this time extra cramped due to the doubling of bunker heartbeats in the last hour. Sarsa was organizing the rows of viewers or rather soldiers she had and Doc and Tris were setting up a black board for her to soon plan on.

    The ceiling shook again, but this time most eyes were on Sarsa, some were on Karl.

    Sarsa then took her spot next to Doc and the blackboard, and the Nagasha asked. ¡°Do we know where the explosions are happening?¡±

    One woman from the back of the room answers. ¡°It feels like they are happening in the entrance room, it shook more there than the second explosion shook here.¡±

    Sarsa looks at Vaskra, Vaskra takes a too long moment to notice the look, then looks back questioningly, then goes over to actually ask what is wrong as Sarsa¡äs grim look gains some hints of rage and some more down curling lips of disappointment. ¡°What should I command or do in this situation?¡± The Tret woman asks a bit fearful.

    ¡°In this moment you go and check the claim. Either yourself or someone who can do it.¡± Answers Sarsa, leaning in close and being dangerously quiet.

    Vaskra gulps and runs off as if in fear of being eaten if she didn¡ät complete the task in the next 5 seconds with SSS rank skill score.

    Sarsa has a bit of pity and send 2 random wives after her to aid her.

    The planning goes on but Karl-Heinz fails to stay focused, his thoughts wandering again, he grabs himself something to eat. It feels like he is reaching his limits and a break down is this time not sneaking up but announcing its soon arrival in his mind.

    When Laka manages to notice and reaffirm his attention on Sarsa the blackboard was formed with a rough sketch of the entrance hall with crude stairs and symbols he can¡ät make out as he missed the context of them being defined in the planning session.

    And all looks are on him, Making him feel very self-conscious and as a consequence very, very, worthless and panicked of letting others down. He swallows his current bite, buys some more time by drinking water and then crumbles by looking back at them, not knowing how to react as the looks turn more and more downfallen.

    Sarsa then breaks the ice of this by saying. ¡± Karl-Heinz, Husband, we need you to make a small set of stairs and stay close by to close them again if they try to push us back. Can you do that for us?¡±

    He takes another drink and just nods yes.

    The ceiling shakes again from the next blast.

    Why was he losing his mind now?

    Usually, he would be able to push on working even thru breakdowns, he would just not go near the big machines that could potentially kill him and stay away from sharp objects. Like take a break for 10 minutes on the toilet and distract his mind with meme pictures on his phone and be good again for the rest of the day.

    But now he didn¡ät have his phone, or memes, or his inner defenses up that suppress every sliver of emotion. He had opened up a tiny bit and now the collector has come to get his due owed.

    He didn¡ät have any memes, music, games or internet to distract himself. He could start binge eating as a minimal distraction, so he did that and really started to dig in and start drinking the fancy bottles too.

    He must have blanked out again as he was sitting in the defensive lines again, Laka was opening the next bottle for him, Vaskra was pointing in the direction of the mostly emptied currently closed exit of the bunker.

    The others around him seem very worried but the looks they give a grinning Tris and a high standing Sarsa gives them confidence.

    Karl manages to pull himself together enough from his emotional storm of concentrated ¡°I feel bad, I am worthless, Why do I even live.¡± to ask. ¡°When do I open the stairs?¡±

    Vaskra looked a bit happy at him as she answered. ¡°After the next boom, we don¡ät want to get exploded down here, can you do that?¡±

    Karl first nods yes, the he slaps himself with his right hand, gets his adrenaline pumping a bit and answers with proper words ¡°Yes¡±. He takes another deep gulp of the current taste distraction that does spark some ever so small amount of happy feelings in him, even though his belly is by now protesting to be full and his bladder soon will join that complaint line.

    With that small added amount of feel good he manages to reactivate his well-honed if slightly rusty skill of suppressing feelings and adds to his answer. ¡°I can hold it together for now, just don¡ät let me relax or get bored too much or I will lose myself again.¡±

    Being ready to be productive again, but still being impaired from his issues, Karl jumps the gun and opens the way up to early.

    The stairway to sunlight and bad smelling soldiers¡¯ parts its way up the old rout and out of sight, just to allow a strong gush of wind and explosion shock wave down into the room, shortly followed by lose debris of kicked up dirt and sharp gravel chunks.

    Karl was expecting and hoping to get dirty glares for his fuck up, it would match how he had experienced the world so far, what he got was many concerned looks of the closer circle and no reaction from the soon to happen combat focused wives. Somehow the worried looks hurt him even more and he got very close to breaking down again.

    He started tearing up and took big long gulps, finishing off the half full bottle he had and refocused on the crawling slow unfolding encounter.

    New front line, new soldiers in the meat grinder, old problem of ¡°them¡± thinking they could force the issue.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 37: New neighbors, new Landlord / Counter Attack

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    Chapter 37: New neighbors, new Landlord / Counter Attack

    In fact, the encounter unfolded very slow. First thing the mystical ¡°they¡± did was yell down the stairs. ¡°You got no were to run, give up and come out here with your hands up or we will flush you all out!¡±

    Which Sarsa, the crafty leader of course used and abused. ¡°Please don¡ät shoot, we got a crippled frightened man down here and we are a neutral party.¡±

    Which had half the result of what she hopes for. ¡°Then surrender! A man must be kept in the homelands and do his duty for this nation in the breeding farms! We can¡ät let him get harmed.¡± Then a short pause happened as if she just made some mental conclusions. The tone got sickly sweet. ¡°You don¡ät need to surrender, just come up here and we will give you what you need and take care of that man.¡±

    The last line visible let half of the defenders¡¯ full body cringe as Karl could see them shiver in rage, disgust or whatever other emotion might be triggered by bad lies and can cause shivering.

    Sarsa stays cool and baits them. ¡°We can¡ät let him just stay unguarded, he needs to be cared for. Come down here and help us.¡± With as worried of a motherly tone, she can manage, which isn¡ät much but every little detail might help sell the act.

    ¡°First send out most of your people, we don¡ät want to overwhelm the poor guy with numbers, I saw you all rushing down there to safety from the fighting. I am sure you don¡ät need 40 women to hold his hand, two will do fine when the rest just comes up here and surrenders beforehand.¡± Came as response.

    But this was dragging on to long for Karl as he started to bang his head against one of the stone walls, not hard enough to hurt much, but hard enough to keep his stress up, the Adrenalin flowing and his emotional turmoil suppressed.

    Also, his head bangs are hard enough to make every one of the wives in visible range flinch and Laka trying to stop him with sweet whispers. ¡°Shhhhhhhhh, stay calm, you don¡ät need to hurt yourself, all will be well.¡±

    Which does not only not calm him down as that would lead him to break down and be useless for the fight, it actively enraged his pessimistic mind as sweet nothings always were a blatant mockery of reality. He was already struggling dealing with his normal reality, trying to sugar coat it never made anything better for him so he developed an almost allergy against that kind of words.

    Lucky for him, the next bottle of barely alcoholic distraction was nearby, opened and already on its way down his mouth and distracting him with the novel sensation of doing something with his body instead of his mind.

    Meanwhile the discussions in the background degraded very far and fast as the outside woman was by now shouting in rage.

    Tris picks up her weapons and moves over to the door that would lead into the greeting room.

    Vaskra is calming everyone around her to not trip into premature action.

    Sarsa is still deep in her verbal duel, which degraded into more of a brawl.

    Doc isn¡ät too be seen and most likely waiting for wounded just behind the Bunker door leading inside.

    Scavera is nowhere to be seen doing nothing outside as the murder holes are too small for her to slip out of.

    Most others were staring down their weapons towards the stairs.

    Laka was getting a bit desperate in trying to keep Karl mentally stable, but unlike physical health it is much, much harder to bandage a bleeding soul or to remove splinters from a pierced mind. So instead, she half hugs Karl into her fur and is humming something sounding like a lullaby, to minimal success.

    Then as Tris is about to pull the outside door open, to try and punch the problems in the face. Both sides snap.

    The ones on the outside seem to have been stalling for time as something could be heard rolling or falling down the stairs.

    Karl-Heinz for his part just had enough, his expression went blank and he stopped feeling anything. He closed the stairs back up before whatever was coming down could even roll into view.

    The harems attention shifts to Karl-Heinz and they all wait for what the next move in this battle is.

    Sarsa slithers over to him and asks. ¡°What is your plan husband? How are you hold ...¡±

    But before she can finish the ground shakes again and some of the wall where the stairs were, cracks and crumbles. Everyone flinches into cover on instinct, except for Tris, who now has the front door open and is marching into the middle of the greeting room.

    Tris then takes matters into her own big muscled hands and commands. ¡°Karl! Stairs that way up, single file wide. Spiraling.¡±

    Karl ignores the questions of Sarsa and instead focuses on the clear and rather easy to execute commands from Tris, life currently is too complicated for him so clear requests get clear results. The stairs are formed and cries of surprise and anguish can be heard from above.

    But that wasn¡ät the end of Tris¡äs play, next she points and commands. ¡°That way lower the camp above to be level with us.¡±

    This was more of a vague order, but Karl did his best and cheat crafted the about baseball sized field from above down into the ground until it was level with Tris.

    This was very straining on the Axiom or Mana or fruit juice in the area. Everyone was looking exhausted by this, even though the fight didn¡ät even properly start yet. Karl-Heinz was just confused as his cheat skill was becoming slower in the execution of his intent.

    The display in his eyesight was still working and boldly proclaiming that the axiom energy is used up, which didn¡ät seem to stop any aspect of him forcing the issue further and completing the leveling of the murder field in front of them.

    Everyone started to open fire at the confused rag tag of soldiers in the open.

    Tris continued to bark orders at Karl, which he didn¡ät hear but with the this time helpful hud got displayed in 3D with colors and short texts as to what he should flatten or form next.

    Counter fire started to rain back towards the bunker as the soldiers that didn¡ät just surrender and lay themselves flat on the ground or try to flee, started to build barricades with bodies and tried to shoot back.

    Tris was a nice big target for that counter fire, but she didn¡ät care one bit about the clothes and the stuff she was caring being turned to burned chunks, Lucky for her, the Gatling rail-gun stayed untouched by laser fire as the light pointed at the polished gun was reflected away like a mirror.

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    Before the current lit if unlucky participants were finished off, Karl-Heinz HUD made him lower the next section of land. Tris was saying something, but was inaudible to Karl over all the screaming and noises the guns and wives around him made. Laka was half wrapped around him like a blanket, so he wouldn¡ät get the chance to follow Tris closer in.

    Not feeling like he wanted to be a part of this fight much longer, Karl instead turned the sink hole edges into Ramps in every direction, but for where the bunkers defenses were.

    The ones who wanted to flee tried their best to get as much distance between themselves and the 3m murder tank and Gatling emplacements. Not many got far as the Gatling''s were much longer distance guns than the laser hand guns were and the rate of fire made them easy to aim.

    Tris did the smart thing and stood her ground, not walking into crossfire of any guns and trusting in Sarsa keeping her back un punctured. Once the shooting stopped, she ran off and up the hills. The bunker doors were still open so more women with Vaskra followed the Cannidor up top to really disturb the woman who dared to shake this bunkers ceiling.

    The axiom seeing to regenerate in the area or was simply being replaced from further out. Karl couldn¡ät tell and a very protective body guard dog and fried emotional state, prevented any experimentation into this question, no one would ask in the heat of battle.

    Instead of ignoring quantum level movement of magic particles or waves, Karl-Heinz then walked off back to his save room to try and decompress. At least this time he wasn¡ät in mandatory bed rest and could use both arms again. Still, he knew that he would be asked to close up the bunker entrance later on after the cleanup. Also maybe stay half ready to prevent them being overrun in case of his wives over extending the cleanup mission.

    Shock and aw has a momentum to it that pure foot soldiers can¡ät keep up with as well as jet fighters or tanks can.

    So, Karl-Heinz had the next great stupid idea he wanted to make. Laka tried to stop him from wandering off to the storage room, but was unable to do so as he gave her the rather rare determined look.

    Lucky Karl, the storage room for all that is work was created next to the workshop space. So, he didn¡ät have it far to liberate one overpowered electrical motor and to bring it over to a big collection of all sorts of metals and not yet repaired metal containing objects.

    As this was keeping him somewhat safe and distracted, Laka aided him in playing his muscle and carrying stuff around for him, shoving the engine in position on a new big steel vehicle chassis. Slowly pushing more and more lumps of metal and other crafting supplies into the room and watching as a tracked vehicle takes shape one component at a time.

    It takes Karl-Heinz long enough for 2 more guards to join Laka in guard duty, reporting that the fighting has started well but now is starting to drag on and the bitches up above are getting a lot of reinforcements.

    When Karl hears this, he stops adding more and more systems and says. ¡°Fuck it, this is good enough¡± and with not much more effort slaps it into its finished shape by adding the until that point missing covering armor plates into position.

    The finished creation is a 5 seated lump of steel with a cupola in the back for a driver and or commander to look out of and 3 gunners in the front to use the Gatling guns to shoot to the front and sides of the electrical, laser-rifle magazine battery powered tank. It had some grips on the side that aid in climbing and two big hatches to get inside.

    Karl currently was the only one inside of this lump of steel, but as the earth made way for him to flank tunnel his way to the greeting room, his loyal guards quickly jumped up and clung on to their new fancy mirror shine polished ride.

    Steering this beast of metal wasn¡ät easy, Karl had made 3 gearboxes with each their own lever to pull and only switchable if the vehicle had a full stop, he didn¡ät remember how to do fancy gears with synchronization pieces that could be shifted whilst driving at any speeds and he had no oil at hand to do an automatic gear box, He also had no idea how to auto mate the pressure changes of such a gear box.

    So, Karl-Heinz had the options of forward or backwards movement, disabling left track movement and disabling right track movement, What more would he need?

    Nothing he tells himself, nothing at all. Then he can feel something pulling on his pants as his guards turned to be his crew, had entered the tank and one of them saw the half hard dong and was starting to get ideas.

    Laka couldn¡ät see or intervene much as the Tank was cliche made for small people, only allowing Karl enough space as he made the driver seat roomier for himself.

    At least the tank was as quiet as it could be, the tank treads rumbled over the floor, but every other aspect was a 99.9% perfect fit to each other with brand new ball bearings letting it all run smooth and moderately squeaking free.

    As the tank trip drove on, two more entered the tank, namely a pair of floating clothes and piercings. The sound of dismay that echoed out of the tank at the view of Karl already being serviced, was carried forward by a frustrated Laka riding on top of the shiny driving box. Karl-Heinz himself added a few grunts when he shifted gears to get the direction to the entrance room corrected.

    He had no idea where exactly he was or what direction he was driving, but his best guess was seemingly good enough as he formed an exit hole into the entrance room thru the defensive positions and the staircase on the side of the shooting field area. A few women were looking perplexed at the new machine, but recognized it as friendly with Laka sitting on top of it.

    The scene hadn¡ät changed much since Karl had wandered off, there were still dead and dying strewn around, two women were caring an injured one into the bunker, where 3 women were standing guard to keep the bunker secure.  But more blood had leaked out and turned the ground muddy red.

    Seeing where they were now and realizing what Karl¡äs plan most likely was, Laka got right to do her job and stuck her head into the tank with a glare that could flash fry any who dare defy her will. ¡°Get out of this box and back to safety, we can¡ät risk you at the front and we got enough other women to take over your new invention.¡±

    Not spontaneously having grown more balls or the ability to use his currently caressed sets, Karl nods in submission to momma bear guard doggo waifu and starts to climb up out of the Tank thru a new hole he crafted for his exit. Waiting on top of where he was exiting, whit the help of a very worried Laka, was the Gohb tech lover.

    ¡°So how does it work????!!!¡± The sex goblin was almost vibrating in excitement of a new toy to try out.

    Karl took his time to first fully exit, followed by needy moans of disappointment, as his half hard member unplugged from a head that couldn¡ät fit thru the one man exit hole. He then quickly explained the levers and the one foot pedal, which was just a big on off switch, to start the motor turning.

    He then re-crafted the whole seat setup, so the half sized short stack could reach everything and still see where she would be driving. Then he got carried off by a very stressed Laka.

    Laka first demanded that he close the Garage doors back up, which he did by resealing the exit tunnel with meters of stone again, then she dragged his still numb ass right back inside.

    On their way to the fuck room for Karl¡äs newest set of ¡°Time out¡± they walked past the mess-hall and ended up being followed by two rather bandaged extra wives who were that delicate level of too wounded to fight but not hurting enough to just try to sleep the pain away.

    Seeing the two injured women and not technically have been ordered into time out just yet, Karl changes his rout and tries to be helpful in the again improvised sick bay. He still was numb, but he also still had the urge to be helpful, he couldn¡ät not be helpful or he would be abandoned and or a burden on his society.

    So, entering the mess-hall and taking another drink from the next distraction drink that Laka had provided, he saw that there was nothing he knew how to help and gave up that plan, instead sitting down in the corner on a freshly crafted bench and feeling sorry for himself.

    The room itself was rather quiet as not many wounded either got brought back yet or have yet to be created. So, Doc and the few other short stack wives were mostly milling around and checking the ones that were already treated. The other resident group of women yet to be integrated seemed to have left to make a run for freedom or to fight under Sarsa¡äs command, Karl couldn¡ät tell.

    He could have helped or maybe crafted more tools to help, but he was mentally not fully there anymore.

    So Laka and his wounded honor guard made up a shield around him, with their bodies almost touching him.

    Still being in desperate need of distractions, Karl then started to play around in the stone again and this time he made Lego blocks. But Legos are the creation of perfection of precision plastic crafters, and Karl was just playing around with stone. So, he made a few blocks that would fit together nicely but lack that light flexibility of plastic and not stick together properly if lifted or shaken around.

    So, he trashed that idea by shoving it aside and instead made plan figures to shove over tactical battle maps.

    Not much more happened for a long time, some wounded got brought in, patched up and most often walked back out again as every able hand was needed. Except for Karl-Heinz sorry VIP ass, who was just too sexy and more importantly irreplaceable rare compared to every other desperate super model porn star in his Harem or orbiting around him.

    Lucky for all of them the call for Karl to cover them back up again was faster than his melting mind had time left before he would break down again. So, he resealed the entrance, but slower than when he opened it and then collapsed half way back down the walk to fuck room into a crying inconsolable mess.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 38: Counter Attack / Party Time

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    Chapter 38: Counter Attack / Party Time

    Waking back up on day number, Karl never bothered to count and now cursed that he didn¡ät start counting, it must have been months now, maybe even many months, but knowing himself he instead low balled it with few months, he woke up buried under many women again.

    Not dog pile buried, more many heads, boobs and hands touching him buried.

    Very lucky for them as that gave Karl the possibility to uncover himself and craft himself a private loo in the Wall of the fuck room. He had stress eaten and more importantly stress drunk way too much stuff to just barely make it to the granite throne before wetting himself.

    Wetting himself was something Karl-Heinz avoided at all costs, as chances were way to good that someone in the harem would be into that in some way and he would not let that rabbit hole of bad ideas even open.

    He struggled saying no to normal people in his old life, he utterly failed his ability to all the happy sexy porn starts that would do anything for him in return even more so.

    Lucky for him, Laka opened his toilet door a bit and shoved in a plank of wood, just knowing that he would need it. Also, this act granted him some light in his dark room to see better what he was doing.

    After a big dump and nicely emptied bladder, the fresh crafted toilet paper, not in the quality known to his old life but definitely better than going at it bare handed, He was ready for the day. Meaning he stepped out of the private toilet and was directly stared at by all the women who shared the bed with him.

    Half of them sitting or lying on the bed, the other half getting dressed and standing in the room.

    Laka as core caretaker opened up the conversation that Karl was unable to start. ¡°You did well yesterday, without you this battle would have gone way worse.¡±

    Sarsa added. ¡°and your new vehicle was marvelous at standing its ground and helping us push them back far enough again to have peace and quiet for a time. But the full tale is best told with everyone present.¡± The Nagasha then got her clothes the rest of the way on and started to slither out of the room, leaving a remark off. ¡°We will start when you are ready to join, and give thanks to Tris again, she earned her spot yet again, but also paid the price in more wounds.¡±

    Being the well-trained pessimist depressed Human that he is, Karl directly ignored all the praise and good news and focused on Tris being not with him but somewhere sick in bed. So, his face and posture slumped in defeat, which in turn earned him tight warm hug from too many breasts and to many arms. Laka wasn¡ät the only one hugging but the inner most layer of this hug ball.

    Not being mood lowered enough to break down again and oddly feeling better from his emotional support harem, the group move with Karl over to the mess hall for breakfast and a after battle meeting.

    The room was very full already as Karl enters, the tables are clean and food is prepared. More faces than he remembers are in the crowd, even the Cloaken are fully visible in two corners of the room, the traitor not standing with the piercing duo. Tris is missing or laying out of sight as Karl doesn¡ät manage to spot her.

    Once the inner circle force clears a table and everyone is settled down again, Sarsa takes position next to an empty black board and the still very lacking Name plate engraving on the wall.

    The Nagasha then starts her speech. ¡°We have secured our position yet again and even raided more supplies and new wives in the process!¡± To that everyone cheers except for Karl. ¡°We had losses and wounded, but they were small in number and the wounded aren¡ät crippled.¡± Some more cheers but a bit less enthusiastic. Sarsa just never had any speech theory training and thus listed of good and bad points as she thought best.

    The first Wife then continues. ¡°With the help of our brave Axiom Adept Husband and his new inventions we prevailed yet again. So have some fun! Today we celebrate our victory!¡± More enthusiastic cheers. A few hands raise up out of the mass of women, Sarsa looks their way and states. ¡°Sorry but Karl orgies are off limits unless Laka deems him fit, you knew lot might not know it, but he is also only mortal and we need to respect his limits.¡± She switched to a less serious tone and smirked. ¡°Or you can ask Tris where she got her armor if you want to know what happens if you push him too hard.¡±

    As the bunker walls carry sound very very well, a loud ¡°HEY!¡± came echoing back from some room not too far away in a very disapproving tone of Tris. This got a few giggles from some of the women.

    With a wave of her hand, Sarsa pointed at the black board to regain the women¡äs attention. ¡°Last before I dismiss you to your fun.¡± She then wrote down on the board a few names that Karl of course never managed to remember, if he even had the chance to do so in the first place. ¡°These are the women we lost. We took what we needed from them and then burned their bodies. It is all looking good for us so far and we are growing stronger with every attack that we repel. But we need ideas for long term solutions. So, if any one of you has an idea that wasn¡ät laughed off or mocked by your drinking buddies or better yet you know how to do and maybe even can teach hubby to get it to work with his ability¡¯s, then drop by and fill us from the inner circle in on your ideas.¡±

    The First wife then did something Karl would think to be a salute, even though it looked more like a lewd gesture with the dump and index finger O being slapped once by the other palm, she dismissed them all.

    It seems it was this bunkers version of a salute as all Karl could see repeated the gesture. Seems as if culture around him was evolving at a frightening speed.

    He finished his meal and before he managed to get up to do his next thing of visiting Tris, he was kissed by a turning visible Scavera being almost hugging him but keeping a slight bit of distance until she dropped her invisibility.

    Then she hugged him and Karl froze stiff, still unknowing of how to react to such a sudden embrace within this random context. She was good at hiding herself from Karl¡äs senses, as he hadn¡ät noticed her breath or body heat or anything as she snuck up on him.

    Breaking the kiss and staring into those lovely eyes off Karl-Heinz, Scavera asked. "So, you might not be up for an orgy, but surely you could manage my first time with you now?" Gently licking her flicking tongue against his lips as she finished her request.

    Before Karl couldn¡ät say no, she turns invisible again, as Laka¡äs hands pass thru Karl¡äs personal space and come up empty.

    "I was rather horny last time you tried to protect our husband, but you are not without flaws yourself Laka" A giggling Cloaken sounded out behind the fussing guard Lopen, only to then get surprised herself in an ambush the spy walked into herself, as two sets of floating metal rings had a short jiggling encounter of some barely audible kind. Before going quiet and walking off with something getting dragged on the floor between them giggling.

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    Karl-Heinz in that time had enough of a pause to reset his own thoughts and remember what he wanted to do next. So, he got up and started walking over to Tris and out of most of the crowd. He really should start learning more names, but he never found the time, the motivation, the memory of having that as a free time waiting option and or the necessity to actually start caring for more of them as they care so deeply even without him doing more than looking at them.

    Well, they mostly cared about him out of self-interest. He was reasonably sure that he could smile, do the finger guns and call them sexy and it would be enough to get them to squirt an orgasm into the pants of the currently unfucked virgin wives of his.

    Not having enough walk way left to try that theory, Karl enters Tris room, he had minimal privacy at all times and they all adored him, so he just copy¡¯s that flow and walks over to Tris laying on her bed. Tris did look up as Laka announced him entering with a short. "Hi Tris, Karl is here."

    "Oh, how is our stud doing today? I saw your new creation, could you make it bigger, I also want a ride around in that beast or ride you in that beast." Tris grinned again wide and confident. But the bandages and messed up fur portrayed that she was if not heavy injured like last time, at least very exhausted from the prolonged fighting.

    "Yeah, if you can get me the metal, I can make the tank bigger. But I should first make a proper gearbox that it can drive faster than the one set speed I improvised in my stupor." Karl answered and sat down with his back against the Canidors belly fur.

    The male against her lap was like a sexy cat, yes, she wanted to fuck I¡¯m all day long every day, but at this moment she just had to embrace him against her fur. So, Tris used one of her arms and pressed Karl more into her belly fur, then she gently started to rub his chest. Oddly enough this comforted the Cannidor enough to start a sort of purr.

    Karl noticed the muted sounds and the slightly vibrating belly and under breast he was being pushed against. So, he had to be weird again as a non-reaction was not acceptable in his mind to this situation. "Seems like I am the perfect comfort stone, I don¡ät even have to pet you, you start purring from petting me."

    This did get a few giggles from Karls guard detail and an indignant glare at the guard detail from Tris. But the circumstance that caused the giggles, were not enough reason to stop the petting or the purring.

    She had fought long and hard yet again and now it was reward time, well foreplay reward time, when her arms would stop aching, she would ride Karl ragged yet again or let herself be paid off with a new toy. Both ideas were fine in her book.

    Now past the giggles, not knowing what to do with himself, Karl manages to remember what he actually planned to do with Tris and managed to ask his question. "So how are you holding up? Need anything repaired? How bad are your wounds? Thanks for protecting us all again."

    This earned Karl a rather rare Tris not grinned smile and a lot of cute "aww¡äs¡± from passersby, lurker and present wives. Unknowingly promoting the berserker lifestyle in the bunker for fame, recognition and faster access to reward sex.

    Who needs money, if money is sex and you get bonus payments in possibly more sex after all.

    Tris for her part did answer fast enough to not let Karl get too awkward of a feeling for asking the tough girl about her feelings. "Well, my clothes are ruined again, the gatling needs a bit of a repair as something jammed and broke half way thru the fight and my wounds aren¡¯t the worst I had yet, they sting and I just need to take it easy for a few days before I can fuck you senseless for reward sex again. And no bondage this time!"

    "Yeah, makes sense, where is your gun? I don¡ät see it here in its usual spot."

    "Oh, one of the Gohbs said she could fix it and ran off with it before I could protest and given how I need to rest I didn¡ät deem it worth the effort yet. It wasn¡ät working anymore anyway so she will have to pay for that later."

    To that Karl imitated a shrug, whilst still being belly petted, whilst still petting the petting hand.

    Laka then made her own curiosity known. "So how did the battle go? You know I don¡ät get to hear anything when I guard hubby from danger in the bunker whilst you run around being a hero to us and a nightmare to anyone in front of you."

    "Hey! I am at least a living legend on the battlefield and you are in front of me and don¡ät cower in fear before my might!" Tris snapped back; her smile returned to the cocky grin.

    "You still owe me a war story of what happened out there. Especially after hubby made you this lump of driving metal as moving emplacement!"

    "Yeah yeah, well after the walls were turned into ramps and the axiom started to normalize, we charged into the middle of the freshly overrun and about to be reorganized camp. So, we managed to catch more than half of the bitches with their weapons way out of reach or at least out of hand. Then we gunned down anyone dumb enough to try and grab a weapon and used the fresh overrun defenses to dig in and wait for the second wave of work force." Not once stopping to press against Karl and ever gently trying to push him more against her big blue boobs.

    "Sarsa or Vaskra or whoever managed to shoo the surrendering bitches out of the camp and started to organize the chaos unfolding. They even managed to start counting supplies when the work crew and reinforcement solders walked up, got surprised shot at and then this chaos devolved into your standard sort of battle."

    Laka was nodding along, laying on the floor like a dog in front of a fireplace, ears did scan the room for unexpected sounds now and again.

    "So, I was playing line breaker and charging them when they tried to dig trenches right out of laser range. Hubby, we need more Rail-guns and ammunition so that everyone can have one! And before stuff got to boring for me, my gatling jammed after the third or fourth charge I did, the Metal monster rolled up and pelted the soldier line down with so much firepower at once, that they all just dropped their shit and ran away. After that we quickly grabbed what we could get and then hubby closed back up and I got to be bandaged again from all the ones who did have a knife at hand against me."

    Feeling the need to try and comfort the happy Cannidor, Karl then says "It will make cool scars one day, right?"

    Which turned out was just one of the right things to say to make her day, Tris was trying to break her grinning record all over again. "Don¡ät worry we will keep you nice and save here so that you can make us new toys and fuck us silly."

    Laka had to jump in on this one. "And we will keep you feed and cared for too! You got nothing to fear hubby."

    This again made Karl-Heinz negative perception trained mind feel bad, not bad enough for a break down, but enough to try and hide his emotion by shifting his position into a more laying one, to play the little spoon for the shark lady.

    This time Karls attempt at obfuscation succeeded and Tris¡¯s purring rumbling continued and Laka instead shifted her guard over to the door out of Tris room.

    They just laid there for a while.

    Karl battling his own mind and inner thoughts of depression, losing badly but he was used to that fight when he couldn¡ät sleep and had no way in mind to further distract himself.

    Laka was on guard duty and had her fluffy ears periodically scan the room whilst her gaze was focused on the doorway to a rather noisy party.

    Tris just grinned away whilst turning her crotch fur into a swamp and enjoying the stress-free closeness.

    The moment did have to end eventually as the door opened and a ruffled lump of floating clothes without piercings entered. "Here you are! Took me long enough to pin you down again."

    Jumping on the distraction of just about anything to escape his inner defeat, Karl for once jumped at this conversation with vigor. "Why are you so messed up? ... and why are you even dressed?"

    Again, an invisible unseen, unheard but severely chronically misjudged by Karl-Heinz timer goes off in all their heads.

    Tris ignores this counter, as she is neither the target of the question, nor bored or interested enough to give her version of an answer to this ice breaker.

    Scavelar for her part is bogged down by shame and lets the ice breaker break on a stone wall of invisible facial features as she moves over to sit closer to Karl on the not so free anymore bed of Tris.

    This gives Laka the go ahead to answer in the Cloaken¡äs stead. "Did someone learn that unkillable doesn¡ät mean invincible or untouchable?" Her gaze remained on the door but her ears focused in on the bed.

    "You know? How do you know? I thought you were busy all time every time all days long guarding hubby?" Came the shocked reply from the now trying to be smallest spoon on the bed, with only mixed success in the attempt against an unmoving Tris.

    "I do keep up with important decisions at most times to know who and how bad dangers for our husband are. Also, two someone¡¯s had a special reward in mind for their loyal service in the last fight, which could be immediately granted with some small oversight. We might trust you, but we aren¡ät just yet friends even if we are sister wives, So take it with a bit of grace, you did sacrifice a lot of other women¡äs futures in your little move. So, I hope that you can accept some minor in comparison payback from others." To this the Lopen was radiating smugness in her observational comments.

    Karl was listening and realized again that he was not liking politics and that he was happy to only be an icon or luxury commodity, rather than an active player or pawn.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 39: Party Time / Rewards earned

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    Chapter 39: Party Time / Rewards earned

    Still being sandwiched between two of his porn star model shaped and slightly to rather beat up wives, Karl had again a hole of boredom that he didn¡ät want to explore. He had gone down that rabbit hole not 5 minutes ago and his mind had yet to recover completely from his break down the day beforehand.

    So, he did what he did best, he reacted to what was happening around him whilst slowly going thru his check list of tasks that he had made up in his mind and would try and often fail to ignore, when they popped up in his sci-fi HUD.

    Being sandwiched between two women then resulted in him reacting to the horny jail treating as residence creatures gently rubbing him. Tris was still purring away with little shame and enjoying his body against her mostly naked body and fur. Scavera on the other hand delighted in rubbing her butt against Karl¡äs crotch to get him to squirm.

    Thus, the mater of reacting to a distraction was found and enacted.

    Now he just needed to somehow manage to work out what he wanted from that interaction and if his previous objective of showing affection to Tris was completed or still needed some more time.

    Of course, his long time to attempt to process such a difficult task of feelings detached from numbers was hard to do for Karl-Heinz, especially because he had no numbers to even try and quantify this interaction with. He didn¡ät even know how long he had made Tris purr and even less so how long the bruised miss invisible has been rubbing against him.

    As Karl went down his inner rabbit hole of unsolvable problems and sub problems, his wives made decisions for him. Scavera revealed her head to show of her bruised eye and slightly bleeding nose to Tris, grinning very wide. ¡°He is hard now and hasn¡ät protested, so by rule of reward I get his time now, you had enough fucks with him already now is my turn!¡±

    ¡°Yeah yeah, carry him off, he seems to be distracted on some not dark thoughts. Wait let me earn a favor from you.¡± Tris¡äs hand moved up on Karl¡äs torso until it reached his chin. Then she moved his head upwards to look at her face and planted a quick kiss on his lips and continued. ¡°Hubby go and enjoy your new wife or wives, I will be fine in time.¡± She finished that off with a wide warm not grinning smile.

    This favor earning process got slightly shattered by Karl-Heinz. ¡°I could hear you two talking, I wasn¡ät that distracted.¡±

    Unintentional awkwardness aside everyone involved was still rather horny and eager, so Scavera got up and then pulled Karl-Heinz to his feet by his good arm. Then she continued to drag him along at a quick walk to the fuck room, closely followed by Laka and a gaggle of random new girls trying to get a chance at off the books sloppy seconds.

    Once in the sacred room, Laka first had to Bark out a few tourists who were browsing the gifted wares, odd coins and were hoping for undocumented ambush quickies.

    Some did twerk their butts and others squeezed their titties, but Karl already was hard and kept hard by the floating lump of clothes and the sneaky rubbing tail to the balls, so no effect could be seen in his outwards attraction levels.

    As the assets kept on shaking, Laka used her most convincing assets and just bodily shoved them out the door and then let Karl-Heinz cheat craft a simple lock into it, which she then locked.

    Given by the noises the crowd in front of the door were making, the mood was a bit dampened, but the party was still merry and ongoing and most likely now shifted its core over to in front of his room door.

    With the door now locked and blocked by Laka laying in front of the door, Scavera was getting partially visible again as she stripped out of her clothes. This weird display captures Karl¡äs full attention as the clothes slowly slip off of invisible arms by visible hands that gently move and rub over a half visible hourglass figure.

    This view was a novelty from no porn or CGI movie or even video game glitch and bug compilations. This show had his attention from a horny person and a circus attraction point of view.

    Scavera for her part saw his rapt attention and turned her inner glee of a successful seduction into one of her biggest grins, showing of most of her rows of teeth and playfully using her tail to squeeze and rub over her plentiful slightly bruised assets.

    The slight moan at the end of a self-nipple tease did Karl-Heinz in and he started to undress himself, no longer concerned with his own inner hang ups on ¡°what if¡± social struggles of his mind and just focusing on getting his horny penis into the eager and well-advertised love canal.

    Seductively Scavera stepped closer to aid him in getting undressed, gently pulling or helping Karl balance as he stripped his close, not that horny to just shred craft them of his body. Once he was nude enough, still wearing his socks, he got pushed backwards onto the bed and pounced by the half visible lizard.

    Slowly she licked his throat up to his lips before kissing him deeply and long yet again, exploring the insides of his mouth whilst he just laid there, not knowing what to do with himself, other than to continue breathing thru his nose. She broke the kiss panting heavy, her vision swimming, her control over her cloaking ability slipping from her grasp as she turns more and more invisible.

    Using her hips and legs she then started to rub her moist lower lips over his angry hard cock, teasing him just a bit more. Karl for his part fished around in the air above himself and managed to get a hold of the Cloaken¡äs hips to hold on to. His metal supported arm playing back up as his prosthetic crafting control is still very janky, so one handed fondling it is.

    Next Karl can feel a gentle touch around his rock-hard penis, as it is guided by invisible hands into a warm wet tight vagina, disappearing from sight as it enters the invisible woman. The feeling that this spark let both forget everything else around them, as their focus tunnel visions in on each other.

    Karl¡äs focus goes to his penis completely ignoring his lack of women vision as his mind drifts to his once treasured porn collection, but also his past encounters with the many pretty eager women in his harem.

    Scavera is purely focused in the longing for the man between her legs and that she would to anything to protect and provide for this family.

    They both started to move slowly, Karl with some trick of twisting his legs to get some minimal hip movement from laying under someone and Scavera from starting to really ride the cow girl position. Both start to moan a bit with how good the sensual slide of the well lubed skins feels.

    Internal muscles clamping down on the dick, squeezing, milking, urging cum to flow out and up. A rock-hard penis, glistering in body fluid lube, pulsating with every hearth beat of Karl, gently leaking a bit of pre into the over eager vagina.

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    That bit of pre cum set free so many pheromones inside of Scavera, that she locks up and half collapses down on Karl-Heinz in a mind melting orgasm. Eagerly she is licking and kissing Karl nonstop whilst he mostly just lays there, a bit distracted from the attention his face is getting, a bit annoyed from the ride not continuing on.

    But he is unable to protest whit a mouth full of Scavera love, and she does start to move her hips again, but much slower than before. This lowers Karl-Heinz cum-o-meter.

    In this slow phase, as neither is fully satisfied yet, Scavera regains her thoughts from the orgasm haze again, realizes that she went invisible and corrects that issue by turning visible again.

    The full display of her naked glory, show of her wide collection of bruises and beating she collected as payment of her previous betrayal. Her body was covered in 30% discolored scales and not looking all too well. Still, she was moving mostly as if nothing happened, as the damage was only superficial and nothing that wouldn¡ät be gone in a week or two tops.

    Karl didn¡ät quite find the ability to care about her damaged aesthetic. He wasn¡ät even able to remember much more than how her face looked, given how little he had seen her and how little of her beside her face forcing a kiss on him. To top it off he was still very horny and didn¡ät had the release to unload that shot yet.

    Not that he ever not finished a masturbation, when he was still on earth and he had an even lower chance to get away undone deed in pants, with this gaggle of eager women around him at all times.  So, he took control and switched places with Scavera by tossing her off of him with the aid of the crafted metal prosthetic enhanced arm.

    Then he followed after her and ended up in missionary position on top of her. The transition of position was a bit messy and thus his face was sniffing her neck, his chest was squeezing her breasts and both lovers¡¯ legs weren¡ät positioned properly yet. So Scavera did the only reasonable thing and went back into teasing mode, nibbling his neck and using her leg to rub his hard penis.

    Yet again not knowing social rules of engagement, Karl-Heinz froze and just let the lizard below him do her thing, before remembering that he was trying to fuck her. He quickly re-positioned himself and managed to get into the proper missionary position. Shortly after a tail tip could be felt wrapping around his penis and gently urging and guiding towards an insertion into the still eager warm hole.

    Now that he was in position and had one arm locked in planking position by the prosthesis to keep him only half laying on Scavera¡äs belly, Karl started to trust again, making all her lovely body parts jiggle with his hip movements. Coming in hot and fast, setting of fireworks of lust on the way in and pulling out slow and gentle, setting up expectations for the next mini firework.

    He was still gently dripping pre cum into that eager milking hole and it didn¡ät take long for her vaginal walls to start milking his penis again. Lucky for them, Scavera was still full of the pheromones from the last dribble of cum and beginning to desensitize to the love chemical and thus didn¡ät orgasm again too soon to enjoy the ride a bit more gently this time.

    Karl for his part noticed the changing sensation of a now active hole rubbing and squeezing his member as he penetrated. The feeling was so much nicer than his hand or onaholes he had back on earth in his apartment. Well lubed, warm, all touching, actively squeezing down with muscles.

    Not able to lay still the Cloaken used her snout and neck to reach up and start furiously kissing away at Karl¡äs limps and every so often nibbling on his neck in a playful way. Wrapping her legs around his and bonding it up with a coil of her tail.

    Now he had to stop in his movements as even though he had held from his prosthetic, his other arm still could get tired and did so rather fast. So, he laid down on Scavera with his body laying soft on her round perky big boobs, panting for breath in between kisses and getting his head and back gently rubbed by careful clawed hands.

    As this short pause in movement dragged on to long for the more physical fit of the two, they got flipped over back with her on top of him, right back into cowgirl position. With an added bonus of a clawed hand grabbing the human hand and pressing it against her breast, as she resumed the movements of the hips.

    This did spark joy in Karl, making him truly smile as he eagerly rubbed, squeezed and plays with the breast in hand. Having enough mental space to reposition his other arm onto the other breast and keeping it there as Scavera moves up and down, up and down, up and down. Gently pinching a nipple and getting more moans out of her.

    The feeling of lust slowly building up withing both of them again as they enjoy the contact and all the feelings sparked. Giving Karl-Heinz a rare spike of dopamine in his brain whilst Scavera mentally binds herself as much as her biology can allow to this male in her.

    There is not much more to this sex. Karl still had only minimal ambitions and Scavera was completely knew to the act with a man. They fucked each other in that position not saying more than moans until they came again together or rather, He came and her orgasm was triggered again from the load of semen entering her. All the pheromones sparking their mayhem on her nerve system.

    Odd was that this time it seems as if the lady has managed to spend all of her mental endurance and now lays sleeping on Karl, half suspended by his hands pressing against her boobs, slowly leaking fluids from her vagina. His first attempt to get her of him fails as she has the characteristics of a not completely full sack of potatoes and is rather hard for him to mover her, let alone untangle his legs from hers and her tail.

    Battling with the limp lizard body on him, eventually he got the courage to overcome is social barriers and ask. ¡°Laka, can you please help? She is sleeping.¡± Not the best requests of help ever made, but it got Laka¡äs attention.

    Soon the Lopen was over at his side and a hard thwack later, the Cloaken had another bruise growing on her head, was wide awake and rather confused.

    A job well enough done and Laka returned to laying in the corner on guard duty, snickering a bit to herself.

    Scavera for her part quickly untangled herself and turned invisible in shame. Yet she struggled a bit herself with getting her tail and legs untangled and ended up dragging her Husband over the bed a bit.

    Unable or unwilling to comment, the Cloaken grabs her clothes and exits the room without another word or rather tries to. As the door gets opened no less than 3 other wives fall into the room from the listening position, they had with their ears pressed against the door, blocking the swift exit of the floating clothes.

    ¡°What are you lot doing there! Get out of the way. A door needs to be usable; Karl will come out and get more of you once he is ready.¡± Laka half yelled at them as they tried to get back out of the pile and off of the floor.

    Karl had no idea what to say and so said nothing, just watching the chaos, still smeared in Scavera¡äs liquids and in a not ideal laying position on the bed. He had a bad idea, but his reflex to suppress them wasn¡ät faster than his mouth and once started he felt too deep in and just continued voicing his request. ¡°Anyone out there interested in licking me clean?¡±

    Which with an open door had his room to soon flooded with 10 eager women and 2 who were less eager but dragged along by the crowd. Laka was pushed into a corner and against the door, having it closed just in time with only 3 limbs bruised on the first and second attempt.

    Before the crowd managed to get to much over Karl-Heinz, Laka reasserted order by standing up and with a strong glare and dominant voice gained most of their attention. ¡°He only has one dick! And until any one of you can change that, he will at most fuck one of you. So, you can stay and watch if you behave or get kicked back out again.¡±

    This culled most of the women to back away from Karl-Heinz, the ones who were licking his penis were lost to deep in the lusty haze and didn¡ät register even one of the words Laka spoke. So, it turned into Karl providing sitting bench and small Bar tables for the onlookers whilst two women had their mouths in his crotch sniffing themselves high on his musk and liquids.

    It kind of worked getting him hard again, not much helped by the cheering crowd of sexy onlookers and two very very eager moaning porn star women trying to fulfill his every penis related need. The switched around kissing and licking his balls and sucking his penis. Both of them had no idea of how to do blowjobs but were eager to self-teach the skills needed.

    The cheering crowd somehow managed to convince Laka to get supplies from the party, only to end up letting the party flow in and turning Karl blowjob into an open stage event for a viewing not yet paying audience.

    Karl himself was very uncomfortable about being this on display, but he didn¡ät have it in him to say no when he had the chance and now it is very much harder to say no. Still the silver lining was that the two dick drunk wives had all the time in the world to train their newest favorite trade as Karl was very mixed in his arousal and thus didn¡ät shoot his shot.

    This went on for a while longer, but it kept the crowd happy and Karl distracted, so no one stopped it,

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 40: Rewards earned / Get together questioning

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    Chapter 40: Rewards earned / Get together questioning

    All good things must end or they go the way of the milk and start to turn sour.

    Lucky for the wives, first wife had their backs and busted their little reverse gang bang before Laka had to do so. She slithered into the fuck room, took a few seconds to observe the gaggle of women in their various states of undress and self-pleasuring haze, gave a telling glance at a relaxed unobservant Laka high on pheromones and called it quits. ¡°Laka this is enough, Husband needs some rest.¡±

    This managed to refocus the self-rubbing Lopen back into focus and realizing her error. So, she went to work, got off the ground and onto two legs, then she started slapping people back to their senses and some of their seats. To then bark, kick, drag, order them out of the room. She followed them out leaving Sarsa alone with Karl, who was now able to collect his thoughts magic clean himself up and get into a more comfortable position on the bed to relax a bit.

    Sarsa loomed nearby with her torso until he settled in on the bed fully, then she opened with what she actually wanted to discuss. ¡°You know things about war that I don¡ät know. You got weapons ideas that are better than what we had seen in war. So, I came to actually ask what else you can share or maybe make. But I guess you would like some rest from all that attention first.¡±

    ¡°No no! I will gladly talk¡± came the frightening eager quick reply from him. Before Sarsa could say more in reaction, Karl started to poor out what his mind had collected in military knowledge. ¡°So, this war looks very much like a world war one scenario of my home planet.¡±

    Running out of steam, because of lack of clear direction, Karl-Heinz gave pause and had to think about where to start his grand nerd ranting tale, only to get that needed time by Sarsa calling out the door for a few wives that he didn¡ät properly hear who was. Returning back to him, the Nagasha gestured for him to continue, which meant he mentally was unprepared and did the trained reaction of ¡°What should I talk first off?¡±.

    ¡°Then let¡¯s start with tactics, what do you know that could help us in our small numbers to survive or maybe flee to a safer place with peace.¡±

    ¡°Eeeeh, that hasn¡ät really happened often, at least in a grand bombastic way that I could have seen when I was bored and watching videos to banish my boredom and learn stuff from the historians talking. Soooo I would guess we just dig in or start to migrate someplace saver, hell islands are very defensible and would be a good place to just be left alone, I think. I could dig a tunnel rather quick in whatever direction we want to go.¡±

    Not thinking that this was the end of his knowledge, Sarsa gestured him to continue onwards, which he didn¡ät understand, which lead to her spelling it out. ¡°Carry on, you do know more about it I believe.¡±

    ¡°Eeeeeeeh, we could also tunnel down and become a village deeper in the ground, buuut we would need some way to refresh air and a way to grow food. We could also try and go into space, leave the planet, but we would need to find a way to refresh air and build a way to leave the planet in the first place. We could maybe migrate to someplace else and constantly raid different parts of the nations before then again moving on. Weeeee couuuuld ¡­. ¡°Then he paused his idea spit-balling and just thought.

    He thought hard and uninterrupted. ¡°No that is all the realistic and unrealistic things I can think of for now.¡±

    As he was still Karl-Heinz, Sarsa tried to keep him going and entertained. ¡°So, what else can you think of to make us saver? Aside from relocating.¡±

    ¡°We could get more women, maybe go and establish a neutral recognized nation ¡­ maybe go and raid these other men and use them to get even more women to actually be able to hold a nation sized part of land.¡±

    Before his ideas could derail into even harder or fantastical plans, the door swung open and in stepped the earlier requested crew of women.

    Namely the yet not remembered by Karl Sex goblin mechanical enthusiast, Doc, Tris, Vaskra, two women who seemed to be chosen by Sarsa, but Karl-Heinz didn¡ät know yet and Scavera.

    Trying to be nice Karl craft cheated a nice long bench for all of them to sit on and a table in front of it so they could do nervous paper shuffling if needed. None of the guests brought paper with them, but Tris got a bit bored and started to try and scratch marks into the top of her part of the table with her claws.

    Once everyone was seated Sarsa then played her role of first wife and coordinator. ¡°Our husband has knowledge or at least ideas of warfare and technology that has provided us with boons right from the start of our marriage, so I called this group hear to ask what more he may know and what you lot can add to maybe complete holes in how to achieve a technology to function.¡±

    Everyone but a now half sleeping, slumped down on her table Tris nodded yes, the Gohb was even excited and almost vibrating, clearly trying to suppress some very burning questions very hard.

    ¡°So now Husband, to help me lead this family to long term safety, what ideas or knowledge do you have that you can share and you all¡± Sarsa using her tail tip to point at all the other wives. ¡°Are going to stay quiet and not interrupt him, most of you know that he is shy in conversations so let him speak, this is important, you will get the chance to ask details after he finished a segment.¡±

    This was less awkward to Karl than most encounters he had so far with all these aliens, which was extra awkward as he was technically the alien and he didn¡ät know that a conversation could be not awkward, especially with so many people involved.

    His self-reflecting thoughts got interrupted by a gentle nudge from a tail-tip against his healthy arm. Not knowing how to start or what to start with, he just started with a stream of thought ramble and hoped that any of that could end up helpful.  ¡°This whole war or what I got to see from it so far, is a biiiit much like what I learned about the first world war on earth, were I come from and was having a lonely sad life. This war was mostly fought in Europa, a continent with the most industry and highest level of technology and most splintered nations at that time. So, every nation picked one of two sides and then when the war started turned the continent into a massive industry for war.¡±

    He took a short pause as a glass of water was nudged against his arm, held by a tail tip. Karl nodded his thanks, drank it in one go and ignored the almost hopping Gohb as he rambled on. ¡°At that point in time industry and factories had gotten so good that they could mass produce weapons and ammunition en-mass and as a result the war that started with old rule of warfare with mass groups of people doing formation fighting, devolved into endless hand dug holes and trenches to hide in whilst big guns and machine guns tried to pick off whoever was forced to leave the trenches. Then they shifted to ever new ways of war with inventing new forms of weapons and slowly degrading their morals as fighting got more and more cruel and desperate for both sides.¡±

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    Before someone could stop the Gohb, her excitement spilled over. ¡°What kind of weapons!?¡±

    Breaking Karl¡äs yarn of a tale he was starting to spin he fully embraces this bit of redirection away from history and over to technology. ¡°They had mostly gunpowder weapons like rifles, single shot over longer distance than the laser things you all use, machine guns, kinda like the rail-gun Gatlings but you only need to aim reload and hold the trigger, no crank spinning, then they used airplanes to drop bombs or just shoot at other plains, they invented flame throwers to spew burning oil all over their enemies, they eventually got mortars as short ranged artillery, they had endless amounts of big gun artillery that could shoot for kilometers away, they also got poison gas going to just hope the wind would carry the poison to the other trench and kill them all.¡±

    After a short break to think, as he lost himself in his own rabbit hole of unstructured rambling, he continues. ¡°Oh, and tanks and grenades and hand-held machine guns. The war eventually got decided more by who could hold up the flow of men and material longer as in the grand scheme of things the weapons always quickly got countered or copied and not much change of the front line happened.¡±

    Noticing the Gohb¡äs continued vibrating, Karl-Heinz managed to get the hint and went back to the weapons, a healthy grinning stare of Tris attention might have also influenced that. ¡°So, the guns I talked about, I would need to try and see and test and work out how thick to make each part to make sure they don¡ät break and shoot straight. But I would need lots of explosives for the ammunition and I don¡ät know the chemistry for the gunpowder that is used on earth. I do know some chemistry for poison gas and that one can be gained out of salt. I could make more tanks and even ones that work smoother than the drunken distraction I made in the last battle.¡±

    This made Tris jump her mind into the barely moderated discussion, earning her the shifted death stare of Sarsa, as she somehow tries to keep the established rules in place, but simply has no way to peacefully get them enforced on the towering legend of battle. ¡°Wait, you were drunk???? You had been downing a bottle or two, but did that make you really finally get drunk?¡±

    Being ever reactive Karl-Heinz then corrects his statement. ¡°No, I wasn¡ät drunk, I had 4, I think, of these bottles and wasn¡ät even buzzed, this wine tastes good but I don¡ät seem to get drunk of it. So weak in alcohol.¡±

    The unstoppable Tris, with a tail snaking around parts of her body, but not managing to keep that mouth shut, then goes forward with. ¡°So how strong are your wines where you came from? How much per mill are in them?¡±

    ¡°Per mill? Eeeeh our Beers are around 5 percent in alcohol. Wine sits around 10% going up or down on a wine producer to type to plant used basis. Then we got distilled stuff that goes from 40% up to I don¡ät know how high in ethanol alcohol content.¡±

    The restraining attempts of Tris stop, together with all other attempts at movement and the control of jaw muscles responsible for keeping mouths shut. The whole room, staring at Karl-Heinz in shocked disbelieve, as he just hinted at the alcohol resistance of Humans to alien races, who would become a toxic waste hazard to anyone trying to move the resulting corpse after just two shot glasses worth of high percent drinks.

    Not knowing how to deal with the silence any other way, Karl-Heinz tried to carry on in his requested rambling. ¡°So, the stuff I know about next would-be rockets, You take a payload of explosives, strap them to a rocket engine and let it fly at big targets that are normally hard to penetrate. The idea is to hit them with an explosion without needing to stick that explosion on the target. Also, when you go fancier and bigger than one could use rockets to leave into space or sho ...¡±

    The rebooting phase after this shock over, Sarsa reasserted her presence and had to connect some more points to get a better picture. ¡°Stop, Hubby, you said you are Human, not a Tret, but you look like a Tret and we never heard of the species called humans before.¡±

    Not having heard a clear question and not having any faint whiff of a clue on how to prove he is a human compared to the race he has less off an idea about, Karl just starts to stare at the Nagasha with a blank face expression and in deep thought.

    The silence doesn¡ät get to drag on long as the order of the room has degraded so far by now that it was a free for all speak as you, please arrangement by now, so Doc took the chance to try and be helpful for her husband. ¡°He did take waaaaay more medicine to fall asleep than a Tret would and he eats so much food while getting thinner and he did drink that special wine like it is water whiteout getting drunk. So, he is special, aside from being a man and the skills and the things he knows.¡±

    Feeling that this had side tracked them from their actual main goal long enough, Sarsa tried to get back on course, still being stared at from Karl. ¡°Anyway, you were talking about weapons. What would you suggest we try to make and how would they help us to let¡¯s say claim a piece of land or to do better raids for supplies?¡±

    ¡°To more or less protect a claim of land I would suggest bunkers and landmines and all the emplaced weapons from machine-guns up to artillery or anti-tank guns. This gets paired with observation systems of binoculars, radar, cameras and other stuff to see attacks coming before they are able to do anything. Buuuuut from all that fancy stuff I know how to do bunkers a bit and could figure out how to make the different guns. The computer systems or cameras or other fancier stuff is sadly beyond me how to do it, best I got is that the computer works in binary fast turning on and off of electrical signals in special patterns.¡±

    Having a short thinking break he the continues. ¡°To raid stuff, I would go with sub machine guns, camouflage clothes, body armor, shotguns. Generally, stuff to help get close, fight in close quarters and then be able to scare them into surrender or to kill them fast. Oh! Noise silenced weapons too would be good, but the laser rifles sort of are not that loud already.¡±

    ¡°From that batch I know again how to do most of it, buuuuuuut I know that concept from gunpowder guns and not for laser guns or rail-guns. Laser I could maybe make into sub-machine-guns, rail-guns I could turn into sniper guns. Yet without a source of explosives, I don¡ät yet know how to do shotguns.¡±

    Lost in his own thoughts Karl-Heinz gets another idea and carries on with.¡± Oh, and we could build air-plains and dominate the sky! I can make engines; I can figure out how to shape the wings to generate lift and these rifle batteries are somehow self-recharging so fuel is also theoretically infinite. But it would start off with small planes big enough for only one or two of us and then I would need to work and test my way up to bigger ones and bigger pay loads.¡±

    Then he looked over all of them and asked. ¡°Why didn¡ät you girls use plains? They are not that hard to invent and are the best advantage against stiff defensive lines to scout or just drop shit on them from above. ¡°

    Given a stated question, given a pause of his rambling and given that Sarsa was lost in deep thought trying to find an answer to that question herself, Tris to the stage as the ex special forces soldier in the know of the officially stated answer to that question. ¡°The plains get shot down when they got tested, we never managed to make them and then survive the rain of heaven flattening the test site where they were made and tried out.¡±

    ¡°What do you mean rain of heaven?¡± Karl asked rather confused at that statement.

    As Tris seems to be the only one present that was high ranking and important enough to know details about this issue, all eyes went to her, which made her feel pride as unlike their husband Tris enjoyed attention. ¡°It is just a name that has been around for basically ever now. Whenever something gets worked on that is not approved of the heavens or whoever is up there, it starts raining explosions until the nation stops doing that thing or the people and the project or action are turned to burned dirt. The reason why it isn¡ät only one side getting rained on is that we see the other side getting rained on too and that they also got no air-plains or more fancy stuff than we did.¡±

    ¡°Got it, need to find a way to protect against orbital bombardment when doing tech in the open.¡± Karl commented and went into pondering.

    The flow of the conversation died down again as he was busy cooking up the next wisdom to sort of share and the rest where a bit stunned by hearing these half secret truths and to not interrupt the prickly source of information.

    Then Sarsa remembered a detail she needed to share. ¡°Didn¡ät Vaskra say you were stopped by the rain of heaven to fuck in a ruined abandoned village before you got to the military camp?¡±

    ¡°Wait that wasn¡ät artillery that leveled the collection of houses?¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 41: Get together questioning / Dead by discussion

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    Chapter 41: Get together questioning / Dead by discussion

    ¡°Then why didn¡ät you all build stronger bigger lasers to shoot back at what or whoever is shooting at you down here? Why not try to develop in secret ways to better do war or protect against that orbital bombardment? Why not fight back?¡± Karl-Heinz reflexively asked back at the revelation of outside interference of off planet influences,

    This got most of the crew present thinking, but Tris cut straight to her version of an answer. ¡°Why fight back? For me life is easy and fun most of the time and not much out there that can actually kill me, also the front-lines are not much of a threat to the back-lands, that have a mostly undisturbed life. Well unless someone tries to invent something there and gets rained on for it.¡±

    For that disregard of all the others present suffering Tris earns the ire of all minus one pair of eyes.

    Being mostly immune to critic she doesn¡ät agree with, Tris just leans back and starts to bored clean her teeth and claws.

    Having a too big of a pause in this conversation, Karl crafts and throws a paper plane shaped piece of stone, that does glide well enough but crumbles down on the floor, once impact is made. The resulting rubble and Karl¡äs re-crafting won over the attention of everyone back to him. He was occupied and happily distracted with his newest brain fart and thus was busy experimentally trying to remake air-plain wing-shapes he remembered.

    ¡°Do you know how to make air-plains?¡± Sarsa carefully asked.

    ¡°Yeah, a bit, not that hard to figure the basics out, I guess. Where I lived that was sort of common knowledge of how to make paper plains and I know how to make engines and propellers. I give no promises on fancy fliers like mono wing plains or helicopters!¡±

    Tris then piped up again. ¡°I want the biggest gun to be on that air-plain! I am calling in my favor or reward for that one!¡±

    ¡°You don¡ät have a favor or not sex reward to do that though.¡± Doc commented.

    ¡°Then I just call in the one I will get next to do this!¡± Tris shot back.

    ¡°Shush both of you, we don¡ät need air-plains, we need resources and a save spot to live. Provoking the rain of heaven is neither helpful nor does an air-plain bring us closer to any goal whilst supplies still can be raided or traded from whoever sets up camp above us next.¡± Sarsa then shifted her attention to the less active wives of the conversation.

    The Gohb got restrained and gagged at some point and was vibrating with excitement or frustration of not being allowed more questions.

    Doc was observing and didn¡ät had much to say yet that would help, so she was quiet and waiting for when she would be needed, aside from keeping order by gagging someone to excited,

    The two yet unknown wives were pondering the situation. Karl had no idea who they were and why they were even present in the first place. Both of them had the generic soldier clothes on and were as bland and fitting in in this alien world of porn star aliens as they all were.

    Scavera was a floating collection of clothes, but she had a question, to a bit back on track topic. ¡°Tris, when did the rain start on your end? With my nation it usually started when the projects where first rolled out of the workshops or labs for tests, but not when they were but together. Also, as far as I heard the rain also needed some time even after the prototypes were revealed. But then after it started, every other iteration or workshop connected to the prototype would be rained on.¡±

    ¡°Uuuuuh, I don¡ät know that detail. We got told why we don¡ät have more fancy weapons and that was about it. No one in the Cannidor squads ever asked for special armor as our fur is laser and most heat immune so we never needed it.¡± Tris answered half distracted from her last demands.

    Sarsa took back control in that moment of calm to get back on task. ¡°Good to know¡± She dismissed them all and then turned back to Karl-Heinz. ¡°Now honey, let¡¯s say we first move our base away from the front lines we are currently stuck at. How would you be able to help with that? How could you help with moving all our food, water, tools, maybe even a way to create more food and water or preserve the food from spoiling?¡±

    Answering again on auto pilot, Karl says. ¡°We could can the food, as in boil it sterile whilst encased in a tin or glass that prevents germs from entering. We could dry it and keep it dry. We could build a train or railroad wagons to easier push our stuff around, maybe not even needing to leave behind anything at all. For water we could just dig for new spots of ground water where we are going, but no promises on how to turn salt water drinkable without doing complex stuff.¡±

    The Gohb again was fighting to throw in her questions, but this time the bindings and gag denied her the ability.

    Scavera did have a point to ask. ¡°How loud would a train be? After all we wouldn¡ät want to be followed around by whoever is or will be now above us.¡±

    After a short thinking process, he answers. ¡°Not too loud when we don¡ät drive that fast and I manage to figure out some noise canceling tricks from engineering.¡±

    He gets a skeptic seeming look from the floating hoody, but it could also be a questioning one, hard to tell with an invisible head. Not trying to guess or understand that gesture or expression, Karl-Heinz waves at Sarsa to continue the flow of this session.

    ¡°Given how often we get threatened in this spot and that now we got enough stock piles for a while, we will relocate our base away from the front lines and more towards peaceful back lands. We got the looted maps to orient us by.¡± Before Tris could fire up complaints, Sarsa added. ¡°We will leave the tunnel we escaped thru open for a while to fool the ones above about or move. Let¡¯s say for a week, then we will hopefully have a new entrance fully established with the old trade deals going strong.¡±

    This did not calm Tris main concern bluntly enough so she had to voice it. ¡°I want to have fights! Not to save hubby, but that would be nice, but fights to squish weaklings and to stay on top of the game! I can¡ät go dull. I need to stay fit, for hubby!¡±

    As most don¡ät share that kind of mindset and even fewer share and agree with that kind of logic, silence came upon the room. A mist of silence long enough for Karl to spitball solutions. ¡°We could set up a gym for you to train on machines and maybe set up a sparing ring with non-deadly fights.¡±

    Sarsa, quick on her tail, pointed her tail at Tris to try and reestablish her position as conversation leader.

    Tris for her part needed a few more moments to think that thru.

    Karl also got another idea to add on top to try and further refine his first solution. ¡°We could also add armor and blunt weapons or training weapons with dust or paint or what not to simulate injuries or make an area and try to make non deadly guns for army training of shooting and fighting missions.¡±

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    Tris was still thinking so Sarsa took over and added her comment first. ¡°That sounds lovely, but that will need to happen sometime after we managed to reposition to a saver location, no need to waist the effort here.¡±

    Not sure on how Tris is feeling, but understanding Sarsa as giving a yes, Karl-Heinz crafted a set of training weights with different masses to them on the floor next to Tris siting position.

    As the crafting process works somehow without friction and thus is a mostly silent affair, Tris fails to notice the gift. Her focus instead is on the people in the room and her head in her arms getting a frustrated bored again.

    So, Karl points down at the weights. Tris misunderstands the pointing direction and reacts with ¡°Sarsa I am not bothering you so keep your tail to yourself.¡± Which confuses everyone and Karl-Heinz continues pointing.

    Sarsa quickly again spotted the issue and corrected it by. ¡°Husband made you some training weights.¡± Lifting one of the weights with her tail onto the table in front of the Cannidor.

    Returning back to the task at hand, Sarsa then says. ¡°So, our current plan will be to relocate to the ones who were more friendly with us. We will leave this outpost behind as a distraction. If needed we can go to the other side and raid or just steal supplies from the ass hats that wanted to just dominate our husband.¡±

    This sparks a neuron activation within the only Male¡äs head. ¡°Why not turn the whole base into a long big train and stay mobile as needed. We wouldn¡ät move that fast with that much weight, but we could tunnel around the world to where ever we then want or need to go. The railroad tracks would just be part of the simplistic tunnel I carve as we move.¡±

    ¡°That is a nice idea but we should rather focus on staying on good area and see how the situation develops from there. We will have a lot of kids to raise soon enough and I want our family to not constantly worry about how good or bad the next train stop will be. Maybe we can even help one side to end the war?¡± The Nagasha said with a soft smile aimed at Karl-Heinz.

    This gave him a lot to think and wanting to comment, until the baby part was mentioned. Karl¡äs thoughts derailed and his brain just short circuited. Now he was just blank staring at nothing as he got hit by something so unexpected for him that he just shut down.

    In fact, this revelation hit him so suddenly that he even had a facial expression clear enough to read that his wives managed to pick up on it. Being the most straight forward of the whole lot, Tris put down her in use training weight and picked Karl up into a boob suffocating hug with one of her arms and gently petting his head with the other arm.

    He did not react or resist, but Tris soon got followed by Sarsa and turned the loving pair into a snake coil tire-stack looking arrangement. Closely followed by all of the other women present, turning the lump of caring bodies into a mountain of supporting love.

    None of which reached Karl-Heinz as his surprised triggered another mental breakdown so unexpected that he just froze up and is now retreated far into the security of suppressing everything and ignoring everything else.

    He did enjoy the warmth for a bit, until he started to sweat rather hard from the still present stress and the combined body heat of the cuddle hill.

    - - -

    The discussions went on with him catatonic in bed with Tris and Sarsa holding body contact with him. Progress seemed to have happened but he didn¡ät notice any of it. The stress of this breakdown even had his ears ringing in tinnitus, like when he was a stressed kid.

    As he moved his head to look around again and try to get back in control of his own body, it got noticed immediately and before he was fully back, all eyes were on him.

    Not knowing what to do, not feeling good, not wanting to be under pressure, he swings for escape and tries to shrug off this responsibility. ¡°I am not a good father, I won¡ät be of any help to raise good kids or to get them to not be fuck ups like me. Please keep me out of raising kids!¡± Having tears run down his face as his emotions catch up to him in a new not catatonic way.

    From somewhere Laka¡äs hand appears to wipe away some of his tears with her fur. She then gently pets his head and says, ¡°We know you struggle with yourself, you don¡ät need to take care of the pups or other young ones when they come. We need you much more as an engineer to make us tools and weapons so we can stay save.¡±

    This was by far the most perfect thing ever said to defuse Karl-Heinz current emotional duress. He immediately cried less hard, still his pessimism had a hard stranglehold on his emotions so he had to counter with. ¡°But I am training you lot. You will not need me forever! You will replace me when the time comes and I break down again!¡±

    A palm slapped his head hard enough to make his skull ring a bit. Laka then got loud. ¡°Stop whining! You are a man and thus Irreplaceable! Also, you are getting better slowly. So, you will stop having break downs eventually. Also, we are all bonded to you.¡± She half lied to him, they all believed he was a stagnant if not worsening mental case, but he still was irreplaceable and thus worth every struggle they did and put up with for him and more.

    ¡°It seems as if Laka here knows how to care best for our husband. So, we will give him some room. You are all dismissed! Get back to the party and tomorrow, after cleanup we start with our current plan preparations.¡± Sarsa commanded and waved everyone to leave. She then faced towards Laka and said. ¡°Try and find some help in caring for Karl, you also need your free time and I can see yourself pushing your limit.¡±

    Laka nodded at the Nagasha¡äs comment and continued to gently pet and hug the crying husband against her fur, Everyone else was leaving the room when Laka remembered a detail to share to Sarsa. ¡°Oh, I got a helper in mind, just haven¡ät had the chance to fully test her yet.¡±

    Karl-Heinz having recovered enough to try and be social again then asked. ¡°Who? Is it the three-armed rabbit woman or one of the many odd haired normal human looking women? Is it one of the invisible lizards?¡±

    ¡°Shush you will know her soon enough, you maybe have not properly meet her yet, we are getting into not bachelor ranges of marriage, but we still need more wives to be a true family or at least to have enough women to pull their weight to become a secure family against the war outside.¡± Tris was gently petting his head and giving him gentle kisses to reassure him.

    Not knowing what to do, but starting to feel sick from being cooped up in his room and constantly lying in bed, Karl gets up and after a quick clean and check that he is fully dressed, he exits his room into the rest of the party.

    Laka wanted to stop him, but was unsure if that was actually a good or a bad thing to do. To her he seemed ok enough to be able to handle himself for now, so instead she just trotted along behind him thru the crowd on all fours.

    Karl had a simple plan. A plan that would turn into a crowd attraction once again, but that just meant that he would need to make a bigger room for said plan. He went to the now half abandoned part of the bunker, they did not have enough rooms for everyone new to claim and sleep in in their older structure plan.

    Once there he Changed the room lay out completely, shifting it all from cramped small almost prison like bunk rooms over to a wide-open cavern with regular support pillars holding the rock above from falling down. This took him a few minutes to pull off, enough time for a crowd to follow him in and slowly fill the room.

    Next came the important part, gym machines, he filled the room as full as he could with these simplistic mechanical contraptions, he cannibalized left over uniforms for ropes and managed to make most everything else out of stone.

    The adjustable weight blocks were made size wise on feel, the ground was all rock and the seats too. He had not asked for any help and thus didn¡ät feel like cannibalizing more of the random possessions laying around for more fancy luxuries.

    Except for the weights, no one knew what they were looking at. No one knew if the magical axiom adept husband even was done with his plan, thus they all stayed careful in their curiosity. Until Karl-Heinz sat down on an arm press machine and started moving the arms, letting the weight go up and down with each move.

    After a bit of hesitancy, others joined in, many in front of Karl-Heinz to show of how good they could lift heavy things, put them back down and how good their butts, backs and racks looked whilst doing so.

    This didn¡ät bother Karl all too much, he had his eyes on Tris and if she was enjoying the gym. But as Tris had gone back to someplace else and still was rather wounded, he was focused on his repeating movements of his body, training his use of his reshaping prosthesis and to keep in motion to keep his head from the next emotional crash.

    All in all, it was a great enough time for everyone. Idiots sorted themselves out thru shame of failure of a challenge of strength in front of the one man. People with too much energy could blow off steam in repetitive tasks. Karl managed to keep his body busy and over that method kept his head from spiraling.

    Of course, there was an orgy of masturbation and lesbian licking in the corner of the room as Karl-Heinz sweat send many of them over to many edges.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 42: Dead by discussion / End of day fun

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    Chapter 42: Dead by discussion / End of day fun

    As the day of party got to an end, they got cleared out of the rather moist air of the gym. To the big dismay of the ones who still had beds and possessions in that place, Sarsa had to get the sexually sated wives to retrieve most of the items, as she didn¡ät want to risk the hormone haze to get even thicker from the next group of women losing control.

    Sarsa also had Karl-Heinz make more rooms for the new seemingly accepted wives to sleep in.

    Karl even got begged and bothered a lot by requests of changes to the overall lay out of the bunker. A layout change that would turn the one long main Hallway design he had mostly going until now, into a more round layout with his room at the dead center and other important rooms near the middle. Thus, creating a layout with more wives being sleeping closer to their lovely husband.

    In theory that would have been a lovely idea. In praxis Sarsa was still looming nearby and shot that idea down faster than tired Karl could give it much thought as she had other plans. ¡°Yes, we will get to such improvements of the base once we manage some other issues first, let¡¯s get you all a room and then let our husband relax, it has been a long day for him.¡±

    Of course, this was misinterpreted by his current bunker bunny wife in front of him as ¡°he could use some stress relive¡±, which then translated to her kneeling in front of him trying to undo his pants.

    This of course lead to Sarsa using her strong tail to push the kneeling wife back into her freshly made room and closing the door before she managed to get back up again.

    ¡°Come hubby, let¡¯s get you some food and then put you to bed before others try to sneak in some fun with you against your wishes.¡± Sarsa whispers into his ear as she re-positions herself in a shielding manner between him and the new rooms with most of the new girls lingering and disusing sleeping spots.

    The new rooms were not the height of bunker luxury. They were simply more roomy than the cramped rooms they had beforehand, but still preferences and personal friendships existed that made pecking order and sleep spot discussions a need.

    Karl-Heinz noticed these issues playing out and was very happy that he was not in charge of trying to solve them when punches got exchanged or weird duels happened. Instead, he and his current body guard first wife returned back to the mess hall.

    The room was much less of a mess than Karl would have expected it to be, usually such places get coated in a thick layer of passed out drunks, trash, leftover food, spills of dubious drinks and liquids and with a side dash of the added party themed flare, be that food, glitter, decorations or maybe used crack pipes and cocaine dust.

    But no, it was all clean and some were snoozing on the tables in respectful positions as a worst indicator of the party.

    Yet there were no plastic cups or plates to trash, not any junk food he knew how to make that liked to spill, these women eat and drank very little compared to him and generally had already cleaned up after themselves even if they had a lot of fun.

    As the women did care for him, food was cooked and ready to be served. He just went ahead and got himself a load of food, sat down and started eating. Women tried to approach and charm him, especially the new ones. But the inner circle made a perimeter around him with not too many souls being allowed to enter and be too overwhelming for Karl.

    The big husband, for his part, didn¡ät answer much, as he was busy eating food. tired of the day and trying to find some more excuses. Excuses to maybe one day have an hour or what not of true alone time in front of a pc, playing games and drinking cola. That idea crumbled in his hands as a not yet adapted to his musk women showed him what would happen, as he could feel two hands on his pants from below the table trying to get some action going.

    But this was the moment Karl-Heinz realized that there could be too much of a good thing. So, he stood up and took his half-finished plate of bland tasting food to a different table. Leaving behind sounds of disappointed wet masturbation.

    Sarsa held a short briefing of the plans the bunker gang would try to achieve next. Apparently, he would get to make ¡°I like trains¡± jokes and hoping to not feed blood to the tracks from accidents of his wives. The plan was to make a train and high tail it north, past the front-line war zone, underground and as deep into the back lands as their food stocks would allow them.

    Then Scavera and her gang of, by then truly fucked and ¡°convinced¡±, Cloaken would go out and scout before then either starting a village in the middle of nowhere or more likely create bunker trading hub number 2, this times with more factory and reinforced walls against mining attacks.

    Steel reinforced concrete apparently was a thing on this planet, but that didn¡ät show up on the front lines as the battle line was just moving too fast to build proper defenses. Further inland apparently, they had proper pill box contingency defenses, that had minimum crew of people, who then would try to stop any attacking wave or front line if it ever got to it.

    Eventually everyone but Karl-Heinz had zoned out as Sarsa had put in way too much effort in being informative and had disregarded standard maximum attention span and information learning capabilities.

    The repeated calls for attention didn¡ät help, the repeated attempts to do stupid stuff whilst attending a lecture helped even less, the incessant attempts to score Karl¡äs attention, body contact, sneak fucks or kisses broke the lecture down completely. The evening meal devolved into a more relaxed version of a bar fight as half the women tried to give Karl-Heinz peace, whilst the other half wanted to sit to close and like a cat just sneak a sip of that white gold he had.

    The whole event went on a little longer, but Karl was done eating and not interested in being a price dispenser of this competition, so Laka gave him a horsey Lopen ride out of the mess-hall and back to the fuck room.

    Waiting in the room he then met his goth girl from way back when. She was still looking broody and moody from hair color and facial details, but was looking overall healthier than last, he seen and seemed happy and eager to be in the room.

    She was armed with a laser rifle and had thick padded clothing on. Trying to look as professional as a cannon fodder minimum trained deserter soldier can look. Surprisingly she managed to hold her position rather well. Also, she relaxed first on command of Laka ¡°At easy guard, you will spend a lot of time with husband when I need my break, so try not to tire yourself out to fast.¡±

    She nodded as a reply but still held her standing slightly relaxed stance.

    Laka sat down on the side of the bed.

    Karl began to strip down his clothes and try to understand what was going on around him this time. ¡°What is goth lady doing here? Did she develop a new fetish?¡±

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    Interrupting Karl-Heinz line of questions, Laka burst out laughing and goth lady got very red in the face whilst also starting to cough hard on miss swallowed spit.

    But His answers got delivered by Laka before he could ask more of them. ¡°She is now trying to become your new guard so that you can be better protected. This means that this is not a new thing to have sex games with, she is just very nervous to do a good job.¡±

    Knocking on the door first, then bursting into the room was a slightly drunk but very very happy grinning woman holding up a bag full of coins in her hand. ¡°My turn!¡± She cheered as both guards eyed her very carefully.

    Not quit knowing how to react, Karl fell back to his inner German and pointed at one of the counting chests in the corner of his room. ¡äThe rules have to be obeyed in the correct order¡ä, was the mantra off this action as he sat down next to the chest and had the bag of coins emptied in front of him onto the counting table.

    Then he and the women both started stacking and placing the coins into the box. Laka tried to lighten the mood to be a good example for Goth guard. ¡°How did you get so many coins so fast? Won at games?¡±

    ¡°Yeah! I managed to hold together better than the others and the bets kept rising, thinking that the winner would win sex was enough for everyone to go all in on this one.¡±

    Trying to keep her talking and the mood from becoming too lewd or cringe to fast, Laka follows this up with. ¡°Have you seen any other such games going on? Should we expect more wives soon?¡±

    ¡°Naaaa not that I have seen it.¡± She answered as reality just had to prove her wrong as the next woman with a big box full of coins enters the room after a short knock on the door.

    Confused looks were exchanged for a bit, but there were enough seats and counting chests that wife number 2 just slotted right in next to them and started counting her coins into a counting box.

    Before Laka could restart her inquiry ¡°hoping to get lucky¡± number three entered the room, but this time in rather sloshed. She did not manage to read the room, instead she gently dropped the coins in a corner and then stumbled over to Karl and kiss him.

    She was still kissing him even after having gained death glares of the two women in front of her in the cue. She tried to hold the kiss as Laka and goth guard laid hands on her shoulders. She continued to make the kissing lips motions as the situation overwhelmed her and she passed out before having given the guard detail the chance to grab her and drag her out.

    With her pants very very soaked to the point she will most likely be mocked for pissing herself, this intruder gets carried out of the room by both, then carried off a bit further by Laka. This left goth guard alone as guard detail in the room, outnumbered by horny but still respectful women and a, lucky for her, distracted husband.

    ¡°Hurray to people with hidden luck blessings instead of drunk-tards with luck and no common sense left.¡± He comments as he happily stacks away more and more coins into the box, slowly filling up the chest and seeming to look happy in that moment.

    Goth guard for her part has no idea how to react to something like that, so just stays quiet and goes into a corner of the room to continue staying on watch.

    It does not take that much longer for Laka to return, gently trotting back into the room and taking up her guard post next the goth girl.

    Knowing his flaws Karl tries to correct them a little, thus he asks. ¡°What are your names again? I know Dog lady is Laka, but I too often forget most names I get told.¡±

    Before the other two could do the honors, goth girl did the odd gesture of this bunkers salute, where one hand implication fucked the finger thumb hole of the other hand and introduced herself. ¡°Sara at your service husband!¡± Standing ramrod straight to complete this display of normality of Karl-Heinz defiling oddness.

    Whilst Sara was still busy executing a stand at attention order no one ever had given her, the first rich woman to have entered the room gave him her name. ¡°Cutie I am Vixa.¡± As she finished her introduction with a more normal timed kiss, the other woman added. ¡°Vixa the trixa!¡±

    Which sparked the usual banter reaction back from Vixa. ¡°Oh, shush you, they will give you a nick name soon enough too when you keep up your special happenings and coincidences as you have been since I know you down here.¡±

    ¡°What? No! I only just grab good opportunities and they mostly keep working. Like running down into this bunker!¡± She countered before trying to steal a kiss as well but instead dropping a coin by accident, which gets Karl to follow the fall with his gaze and ending up instead squeezing his face into the top of her cleavage.

    The other women for her part were more focused in getting the task of chest filling done, so now that she felt she had proven her side of the deal, it was go time. Making her join in in this slowly out of control spinning flirting by starting to nibble on his neck and ears, whispering into his still boob trapped ear. ¡°Her name is Lucy the lucky, yet I will make you very very lucky!¡±

    The following giggle from Lucy was not heard well over the mumbling a now still trapped Karl gave off. He wanted to get back to finishing picking up the coin and topping off the boxes, order must be upheld, but both women had other plans as they dragged him still chest bound into bed.

    It was more of a two man carry with the arm person instead holding the head and torso in place.

    Yet before they really could get going Mama bear Laka got going. Sara was subtly tasked with finishing out the box stacking, not many more coins were missing, but even with the one lost on the ground, one of the chests was not completely full. The price was not paid, the transaction thus not granted and as Karl was already half stripped and quarter smeared in not his own juices again, action followed fast.

    Without much possible protest, Laka grabbed the non-payer off of Karl-Heinz and with the slight aid of Sara, carried the woman, protests muffed against the taller Lopen¡äs chest, in the same way as she had carried Karl, out the door. Then closing and blocking it, with Vixa outside and only four of them on the inside.

    Five of them where on the inside as a gentle touch of a visible turning naked Scavera betrayed. She must have slipped in at any time in between last having seen her and before the door had closed.

    Being half stripped of his clothes again, Karl looked at Scavera confused and asked. ¡°Why are you here?¡±

    Laka added in on that question with a concerned stare.

    ¡°Oh, nothing much, just gonna be quiet in the corner and enjoy my vices a bit. They worked out well for me so far.¡± Came as a smug reply as she sat down at one of the coin counting chests. Looking as if she was planning some mischief at some near point in the future.

    To further heighten the frustration of Lucy and again interrupting her progress towards the white gold, the door received knocking and slightly muffled yells of protest. ¡°This is unjust! This is a rip off! I paid the coins and I want the fuck I paid for!¡±

    As this was not a simple thing that could just get let slipped under a theoretical rug, that Karl would want to make in the future, dissent needed to be addressed and or silenced. It would bode very badly for this harem if its money would become worthless and two groups of wives would spiral into open warfare.

    The protest would need to be dealt with very fast as other believing of the perceived injustice voices could be heard joining in.

    So, whilst Karl-Heinz was already laid bare for all to see, the door gets opened.

    Vixa gets caught from storming towards Karl.

    The forming mob gets waved in and guided towards the laying open boxes of stacked coins.

    Vixa gets gagged for being noisier than the moans in the background.

    The mob dissolves into an audience of the spectacle on display.

    The spectacle becomes more important than bad faith arguments made by a less gagged Vixa,

    Vixa gets to go to prison,

    Goth guard Sara aided by a pissed Tris gets to do that honor whilst Laka lays down as a line on the ground to not cross if one wishes to stay in possession of their tits.

    The whole ordeal of defusing the situation took maybe 3 minutes and some of the audience was already out orgasming him on the bed, who had a head start in this race. Still, he wished that he could request some quiet time the next few sessions, as being cheered on whilst playing dead fish under a porn star, was not as fun as it may be portrayed in videos.

    The big silver lining Karl was searching within himself, to not go back to depression dead-spin spiraling thoughts, was that he was slowly gaining the ability, to shut out the audience and to actually enjoy the fun of sex.

    When the show slowly wound down and some had joined Vixa in their new bunk rooms, The audience seek-ed better places to sleep and left the room. But even if Karl didn¡ät even get to work on these interaction he just had, he was tired from the day.

    Sadly, for him the day was not yet over and Sarsa and Vaskra entered the room.

    ¡°Vixa has started trouble to try and get to you, and as our husband you do get a say in her punishment for being a threat to the sadly brittle unity of the family. We have the luxury of not needing to execute her and move on. But the potential damage she could have caused if Laka didn¡ät immediately act correctly the way she did, was devastating.¡± Sarsa Said coiled in between Karl¡äs bed and an open door with a few women watching.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 43 : End of day fun / Making the Ride

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    Chapter 43 : End of day fun / Making the Ride

    Never having had this much weight over someone else¡äs 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¡ät 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¡ät 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¡ät 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¡äs head being pushed similarly close, seemingly without her consent. But fast enough that the goth didn¡ät 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¡ät 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¡äs 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¡ät 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¡äs will prevails.

    - - -

    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¡äs 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.

    ¡äNo point in waiting around¡ä 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¡ät 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¡ät quite know why he felt so driven to get the day started, but he didn¡ät 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¡ät 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¡äs 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¡ät 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¡ät 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¡ät 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¡ät 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¡ät 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.

    - - -

    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¡ät 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.

    ¡äOff to a great start as always ¡­ Road trips are annoying.¡ä Karl-Heinz thought.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 44: Making the Ride / Road Hazards

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    Chapter 44: Making the Ride / Road Hazards

    After thankfully only one set back, in which some sleepy invisible lizards got collected, the train ride could actually start. No one got left behind by choice, as no one wanted to give up the only dick and their drug of choice for thousands of kilometers in any direction. They also had no mining equipment or other means of making an exit out of the bunker and get back to food and water.

    The trip itself was going as fast as it could, a not so fast pace. Karl had no clue how to automate his crafting or mining cheat abilities and thus had to tediously do the next part of the track manually over and over. At the same time doing too much track to fast, drained the region of its axiom and made everyone sag and grunt, as the harem girls seem to need that stuff passively to at least live normal.

    So, he had a speed limit of rail crafting. Then Vaskra had the fine idea to do a test of the breaks, to see how bad they would slither when trying to get to a stop. The result was that they would slide for a few hundred meters, as iron wheels on smooth stone was a rather slick slide. So that also kept them to stay on the slow side to avoid bad crashes.

    Karl-Heinz, in his boredom, tried to craft a front bumper, which had been forgotten together with the back and every in between bumper. But Sarsa vetoed that move with.  You can try to tinker away when we make a break, but we do need to but some distance between us and the old bunker. You never know when the next officer or what not gets ideas that could impact us.

    So, Karl-Heinz was entertained with some small games on the side in his seat at the front, whilst Tris and other wandering bored women kept look out and reminded him to extend the tracks.

    As time passed by and the train moved forward as a slightly more than running speed, running speed of one of the short stacks that is, Laka and Tris claim to have that as power walking speed, Karl-Heinz was in that nebulous mind zone of occupied enough to not spiral into overthinking and depression, active enough to not fall asleep and yet not engaged enough to fully mentally booked that he could still think about other stuff.

    Of course, his not dark tainted thoughts then went to other ideas he could make and a short moment and some small lumps of metal from supply later, was holding an all-metal Rubik s cube, whit the different sides shining in different colors of the base metal they are made off. The thing was solid and heavy enough to be easy able to brain someone with it.

    Mixing the thing up he gave it to a passing by wife of his with the instructions off.  Here a logic puzzle, twist and turn the rows against each other to try and make the sides be all one color again. These are easy to make so if others want to try you can go and ask for more.

    Yes, my love, but why did you think up something this complex now?  Came the curious response.

    Karl shrugged, then answered.  Where I come from, they were popular and they are easy to make for me, just now remembered them.

    Before that conversation could go any further, Karl-Heinz got reminded to extend the tracks again. This time a sharp hissing noise, that didn¡¯t come from his contraptions, followed his extension. This in turn got followed shortly after by Vaskra yelling something to the one on the controls of the train and the breaks got hit full force.

    Lucky them as the next thing was a loud bang and a very strong gust of wind with some debris got blown their way.

    So extra lucky them for being in a bunker that was not a closed space and thus not turning them all deaf, from sitting in a ringing church bell, whilst still protecting them from most of the projectiles flung their way.

    Being a veteran in the tactics of Nope, Karl embraced that and erected a thick wall in between the train and whatever had just hissed and then pressure exploded into their train tunnel.

    Trying to catch his breath and only starting to choke for his efforts, Karl-Heinz then is forced to craft ventilation shafts straight to the surface. Which gets some small amounts of the gas mix they are in moving, but not enough to make much of a difference. They still were sitting in the gas and at least he himself had big issues to breathe.

    Not wanting to be at fault for killing them all, he panics and crafts more ventilation shafts.

    Over and over puncturing the rock walls and surface above them. Trying different angles and diameters of the holes.

    Losing track of what he had already crafted and where, some of them collapse in on each other.

    Still being in a half-controlled panic, he next tries to move the gas away by creating big empty pockets in the stone further back in the tunnel in the sides.

    Which does manage to create enough of a displacement of mass that gas gets sucked in and that gas comes thru the still working ventilation shafts.

    Yet Karl-Heinz doesn¡¯t notice that he managed to avert the immediate crisis. So, he creates a gas displacement room below them, connected with a mesh hole structure in the floor of the tracks tunnel. Which by misfortune connects again to the pocket of gas, which caused the earlier explosion.

    This time it creates a strong gush of air. Blowing thru the grid and out the ventilation shafts.  Leaving the Harem luckily not to worse for wear breathing wise for now.

    Before Karl s panic can get the situation any worse, Sarsa coils around him and pulls him out of his seat and further back on the train, which has started moving backwards. This act of restriction and displacement gets him to calm down again enough to take back mental control.

    His Adrenalin is flowing free in his body and his heart rate is up high enough that he can hear his own pulse. Time slows for him again to a crawl. But unlike last time, surprised by a battle, this time it was a technical crisis, something he knew well enough to be able to somewhat fix.

    So, before he even was halfway pulled towards Sarsa s torso on the flatbed, he had re-crafted the ventilation tunnel and lower gas chamber to let the gas flow out and up to the top, closing all other shafts on that side to prevent it from getting back down into their tunnel.  At the same time, he let the gas flow thru a choke point that opened up again before the intake holes of the air in the tunnel, thus creating a pull that sucks along gas from them and creating an air flow pulling in fresh air from the bunker and the still open-air vents on the port-side of the tunnel.

    Then his vision went black and his breathing heavy, as he got coiled into a protective embrace of his first wive.

    Still being able to hear things, but effectively being put into time out, Karl struggles a bit as his other demons start to haunt him.

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    Did he cause the death of these women?

    How many were dead or dying now?

    Did he manage to fix his fuck up?

    Are they now going to be raided thru the air vents?

    No answers got to him as he again slid down into the depth of his depression mindset. Everything again his fault and nothing he did was ever good enough, as everything he made was flawed.

    So, he did not notice how he was breathing clean air, whilst sobbing into the strong warm embrace of the Nagasha coils.

    The chaos around him was drowned out by the coils as well.

    Until the coils opened up around him again. He had no idea if it was seconds or maybe an hour in the coils, but given how much he had already cried, at was likely at least a few minutes that had passed. The only ones he could see, when the weak, reflected of the stone walls, lantern light reached his eyes, were Laka, Tris and the coils but not the torso of Sarsa. They two stood together to block the harem from him and give him as much seclusion as was reasonably possible.

    Being spoofed out of his spiraling bad thoughts and somewhat refocused, Karl asked.  Is the gas gone? How many died? How can I help? Did the Bernoulli suction work?"

    Tris stood in shock and unknowing how to solve the issue she could not fix by breaking things. Laka licked his face in affection, stupefying Karl and giving her an opening to answer and reassure him. "It is not your fault, all are well enough, no one died, you saved us all. I don t know how you did save us in detail, but the air is fresh."

    Tris then has a moment of interest sparked, "What is Bernoulli suction?" To which Karl-Heinz looks at her with a blank stare, like he so often does with anyone. This makes Tris uncertain of her question and fills her with the needs to defend her question. "What??? everyone is alive, you are in time out and that Bernd thing sounds useful, maybe even can be turned into a weapon."

    This earns the fluffy land shark a slap to the back of her head by Laka. Then gets followed up by a lecture to a seemingly out of sight most likely Sara, judging by the turn of Laka s head and that his vision is still blocked by scales and fur. "So, distraction works, but this was too fast. First you got to finish the reassuring part or the distraction won¡¯t properly work."

    True to Laka s assumptions on psychology specific to Karl-Heinz, he was still feeling shit instead of his usual numb. He tried to wipe his face for tears, but a distracted Sarsa still had him restricted enough to not be able to use is arms and he didn¡¯t want to stab his own eyes out by a bad crafting attempt with his prosthesis metal.

    Tris recaptured Karl s attention by re-asking her question. "So, what is that Bernd thingy?" Still wanting to know.

    "Bernoulli is when you blow thru a narrow hole, then let the force of your blow continue forward thru a bigger hole. But because you went from little space to big room and still got energy pushing in one direction, that then can suck along other things. So, I made the underground gas suck along air from here in the tunnel, I think." He took a few deep breaths to reaffirm his own doubts on that question.

    "Could you turn it into a gun?" Came Tris obvious follow-up question.

    "Uuuuh yes? But it is easier to make other guns." Karl answered whilst now shifting from panicked shock over to being unsure.

    Before Tris could follow up with her next question, a wife called out. "They are looking down the tunnel! We have to get ready; they might come investigating soon"

    As a reaction to that, Sarsa s coils untangle and the Nagasha woman s head drops in from above asking. "Hubby, can you please close the tunnels enough that we can continue your break in peace? Or that we can carry on and continue moving our family further north."

    Being gently eased down on to the ground, as he didn¡¯t had the presence of mind to start moving as he got untangled, he answers. "Sure, let us move on, we have not even made a few kilometers this far along the track I think."

    Laka looked Karl over, even touching his head and other parts of his body with her paw padded hands to feel check if he is good enough again. She then gives a nod to the still present Sarsa.

    Sarsa then asks Karl-Heinz. "What about that gas? Do we drive around it? How will we continue on in that direction?"

    "Oh, hmmm yeah, get the train driven back a few hundred meters and we can then drive a bit around that hazard. I think the gas leak was starboard side of the tunnel, yes?"

    "The explosion happened on the right side I think." Tris confirmed.

    "Oh, my bad, so it was port-side."

    The Train already was moving backwards and Karl-Heinz had slimmed down the air vent tunnels to be less easily traverse able, when beings bigger than a mouse. He also feared the wrath of what the gas might do and closed that vent of as thick as he could imagine with 5 meters of solid rock displacement crafting.

    By the time he was back in his front bunker throne room, his track was slowed down a lot by concerned women checking and double checking their most important asset over for injury''s, the train was in a position to change course around the gas hazard.

    With the two larger than most body guards by his side, Karl crafted a left turn change in the track, disregarding the tunnel he had made beforehand and with more metal he maybe could even install a track switch. Still on they went in a different direction completely for what felt like a kilometer, as to avoid that hazard.

    Being bugged by not knowing how far they have managed to travel and by the now included periodic air vents, they may or may not give away their rout and may or may not can cause the tunnel to flood in due time of strong rain, Karl crafted a simple extra wheel out of some metal scraps. The extra wheel was running along on the ground and driving a small ticker, he had made as his last boredom distraction and was now counting up hopeful meters.

    Hopeful meters were even engraved on top of the ticker, as he was in no way sure to know if his wheel had the right diameter for its rotation to count a meter, thus he didn¡¯t dare call it a meter. As for this ride into a better life it was a good enough tool for now.

    Time went by slowly again after his current idea was fully squeezed for its distraction value and its function. He even had added a possibility to set the numbers to other positions without needing to be disassembled and reassembled.

    Either way the day went by and he made a more simplistic hiding hole to camp and sleep in for the night. He specially made no rooms, claiming to be tired, to try and avoid getting milked again.

    That plan almost worked.

    But there is always someone who doesn¡¯t care of the other family members in the harem see them fucking or not, especially with no kids there yet. So, he was forced to make himself a room and from there it was business as usual.

    - - -

    The next morning came a bit very early. He got woken up by Laka. Dragged out of the simple stone room and brought before the group of leaders.

    Laka, Tris, Sarsa, Vaskra, possibly Scavera and Sara were all there with him at the edge of the cave wall.

    The Nagasha started to speak but got interrupted by the ground, walls and ceiling shaking.

    After a moment the shaking stopped again and first wife spoke fast. "It is raining up top, no one knows we are here and even if they followed us, they would need time to open up supply lines for digging equipment and explosives."

    The cave rumbled again for about a minute.

    "So, we need to get on the move again, I don t want to die in a cave in and going up top is a bad idea too. So, get into the train, we will get the rest loaded as quick as possible." Sarsa added and the nodded to everyone.

    No complaints came so they split up and Karl-Heinz got carried away by a worried mother caring their problematic and very very loved child.

    Once everyone was back in position, with a passing buy crafted cooking station on the first trailer of this train, the machine got set into motion and the tunnels got crafted.

    The movement was slow, the crafting of new tunnel tracks was careful, so they all could feel the rumbling of the ground away from the position they had made their night camp. But given that the orbital bombardment had not stopped after 1 hour of them driving worried them all.

    As the rumbling of the ground did not lessen in intensity after 2 hours, made them all the next level of worried before panic. So, the speed at which they traveled got increased.

    The rain did not feel like it had stopped after 3 hours and thus speed got increased again.

    At the 4-hour mark, Laka called a halt and a break. "Husband can¡¯t keep up with this speed and needs a break!"

    Feeling very stressed himself from all the rumbling in the ground, Karl objected. "I can rest when we are save, we are not save, so let¡¯s keep going!"

    "Can any of us learn your trick to shape the tunnel?" came a helpful voice, from the crowd of the not slowing down train. It was one of the T-Bench girls.

    With looks returning back to Karl, he answered, "I don t know? Have you ever tried to impose your will on objects? That is how I do it at least, I think."

    Being excellently externally motivated by the dread of the shaking tunnel and moderately internally motivated by the desire to learn such a proven extremely useful ability, a few of the T-Bench women went ahead and recreated scenes one could have found in psychic magic shows.

    Only that this time the spoons didn¡¯t bend because they were prepared.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 45 : Road Hazards / Waterway

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    Chapter 45 : Road Hazards / Waterway

    In fact, the spoons where so unprepared for this not medium show, that they were crafted out of raw ingot bars from storage. At least of what little metal storage was still left after creating this monster of a resource dump of a train. Karl was happy, he could get away with making the rail tracks out of stone and just ignore that issue of making them out of metal, by making them ledges in the corner of the stone, instead of iron beams.

    Whilst 5 of the T-Benchers dove into learning and training the skill of shaping things whit their minds or Mana or Axiom, as he had learned from the HUD that still plagued his vision, he was still very busy with continuing to craft the tracks they where riding on.

    The trip was speeding along at a guesstimated 16 or 20 kilometers per hour. The walls and ceiling where still shaking and the wind of driving that fast was almost a constant forward and backwards. New room opened up and got filled with air and then directly pushed thru by the train driving into that space.

    Karl-Heinz did learn from the gas fuck up and continued to install ventilation holes every now and again when he felt like it. Lucky for them, they where pulling in so much fresh air with the carving of new tunnel sections, that the air didn¡ät run out or get stale.

    Karl also did miss his failure tank, the beast just had to much metal to not be turned into a section of the train. But at least he could reforge it some time else, he still had that fleeting urge to make a proper gear box to get more than a crawling speed out of a ridiculous strong yet slow electric, magic engine he somehow could make.

    Knowing himself, he didn¡ät get his hopes to high on that project, as the needs of the harem, in his mind, went above his own plans or desires.

    Karl-Heinz also did a slow course correction to go northwards again, his compass was still working and he would make sure it did until they reached the mystery land of pushover civilians.

    The T-Benchers moved their training exercise up and next to him in the front. ¡°Have a picture in your mind, of how the current thing you are holding gets pressed into the shape you are thinking of. Off how the atoms or molecules or cells in wood or grids in the metal flow.¡± He tried to teach, with no success.

    They managed to reshape the metal they where working with, but it was much slower than how Karl was doing it and the end result was an approximation of the image they had held in their head and not 100 percent accurate.

    ¡°What is a molecule?¡± came from one.

    ¡°What is a cell?¡± from another.

    ¡°What is a grid?¡± came from Tris who was bored out of her mind, yet unable to relax. The tunnel was still shaking in irregular intervals and no one was brave or special enough to try and claim that the earth gods where trying to send Morse code or binary signals to communicate.

    As the questions came all rather close to each other and the mighty teacher still was distracted with making the tunnel grow longer, the answer was a bit lacking. ¡°The cell is what you and plants and organics are made of. Every eye, bone and skin is made of cells that got made and then specialized to be what is needed in the spot they got dumped at.¡±

    A short talking break as he checked the compass and expanded the tunnel some more. ¡°The grid is a structure that is an orderly section in metals. When metal goes from liquid to solid, the atoms try to be all structured and tightly packed together, but they all start their own system all over the metal and then meet eventually. So the grid is one part of order that stands out in all the other differently oriented lumps of order.¡±

    Earning a forced head turn, to face forwards out the window. But the intervention from Sara was not fast enough as the tunnel cracked and then burst in, followed by a torrent of water poring down into and towards them.

    Yet the intervention was fast enough to give them a chance.

    Karl-Heinz acted the fastest, as he only had his reaction speed as his limiting factor, physics selectively got placed in time out when he used his crafting ability. He made a mighty wall of stone in their way to crash against rather than to drown.

    The next to act was a the current one manning the train controls and hitting the breaks, reverse motion and praying to have a soft ish crash.

    This got followed up by yells of distress going around and people rushing to the mechanical manual breaks of each trailer, whilst the rest hunkered down and trying to prevent getting thrown around too harshly in the coming crash.

    Lastly Karl got dog piled by the closest women around to soften his part in the disaster.

    As they where not a high speed bullet train, they had enough seconds to do all these things before the slowing train harshly bumped into the Stone wall. Everyone got flung forward a few centie meters and earned themselves some scraping wounds.

    Karl-Heinz himself didn¡ät feel much happen to him aside from the lump of protective flesh around him rolling forward and over, lifting him half out of his seat.

    Still no matter how underwhelming crashes look that don¡ät happen in movies or action stories, there was a lot of groaning to be heard and most likely a lot of minor damages to fix.

    Conveniently laying on top of the mound of protective women, he could get up and start walking around with no issue. Laka had an almost similar fate as she was the first inner protective layer. So they both ignored the clearly not critically injured women in favor of seeing how the rest of the train has done. While they where at it, they could also go and see what Sarsa had to say.

    As it turns out, Sarsa had a lot to say, and a lot of it was questions to random passer by women on how bad they ended up crashed, crippled or crumbled.

    They all had a not to gentle reminder of Newtons laws on motion, in so far that they wanted to move on. But the subtle placed wall and all its gentle leniency, had convinced them to attempt their continued forward motion without the connection to their current vehicle. This in turn caused many to gain a differing forward speed than their chosen position on the flat bed, which ended in some falling into the cracks of the system.

    So now the unlucky few, who became lower positioned individuals, moaned out thru the gaps between the train carts, safely secured against self rescue attempts by the joined clutter, that had no arms, clothe, skin, scales or other obstacles to eat up the forward facing motion energy.

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    The upper class was in various states of disarray and damage, ranging from abrasion and bruises to mild states of shock and confusion. But non had any splinters lodged in them, at least no splinters from the train as Karl-Heinz had been diligent in his work to leave no chance of splinters or cuts from ridges.

    He, as every German who goes thru an apprentice ship in any metal working job, had spend months with file in hand, ever removing ridges over and over and over. The result could be compared to him fearing the critic of his training master of craft, like a soldier fearing his boot camp drill Sargent.

    So doc was busy cleaning up and bandaging some minor wounds of inconvenient timed actions or positions.

    Sarsa quickly got the whole situation in perspective and was able to mostly lean back and observe, whilst Vaskra ran up and down the train organizing the rescue and re-securing of cargo work.

    Tris was helping out with most others.

    Laka was guarding Karl.

    The Man of the Harem was interested in helping securing the cargo better than just stacking it nicely onto the flat bed.

    The ground was still shaking, thus the train got set into motion the moment it was single checked that no one and nothing was laying on the tracks anymore.

    From somewhere in the pile of stuff, deep in a box of intel, that Sarsa had once in the past insisted to also plunder, a battle map was pulled out. A massive folded beast of paper that took up the space of a table for 8 people meals. Human people meals, the Harem women mostly ate the equivalent of a snickers or a small bowl of soup and called it a fulfilling meal.

    The table the map was fixed on with clamps, got crafted by the passing by Karl-Heinz installing Railing on all carts and some mesh or planks on the posts of the railing, to prevent further unplanned rapid stop dismounting.

    As the chaos was sorting itself out again on the moving machine, the inner circle was gathering around the spread out map and trying to figure out where they were in relations to every other body of surface visible body of water. Karl was kept there and stopped from wandering off by Laka, as a sort of excuse of a break.

    ¡°Any of you have an idea on how to keep track of where we are, without needing to go above ground?¡± Sarsa asked the group after having tried and failed to guesstimate that same question.

    A turning visible grinning Scavera broke thru the crowd of blank or in case of Tris bored expressions. ¡°You all would rather stay save with lover boy down here, well I can go and scout.¡±

    To witch Tris took offense and blurted out. ¡°Ohy! I can go up and do what I want up there for hours! They can¡ät shoot me, let alone try and touch me! I can even live up there with Karl save in a nice house when I get a few more Cannidor wives organized!¡±

    But before they could really get going, Sarsa cut in with a slight sigh of frustration. ¡°So you two and who ever else feels brave will go up there and at least scout, maybe do some raiding. But we will have to back track until the rain stops. I doubt that we want to open our tunnel up to the fires from the sky.¡±

    This got Sarsa approving nods from a fully visible, still bruised Scavera, a still not fully healed Tris and blank looks from everyone else, this included the walking past bystanders.

    As the moral was not even half as enthusiastic as Tris wanted it to be, she grabbed Karl, lifted him above her head like one might a cat and declared ¡°To adventure! And more women for the family.¡±

    But as there where no exit tunnels nearby or crafted yet and Laka and most other women near by where focusing in on the very bad feeling idea with death glares, Tris put Karl back down, patted his head a bit and sat down on her ass a bit sheepish.

    The train was making a bit of a different noise suddenly, which a quick check turned out was that the Rails where wet as water was trickling down the air vents. Slowly puddles of muck water were forming.

    ¡°Fuuuck, I hate the double rain!¡± came from somewhere in the crowd.

    Tris had to react and thus yelled as reply. ¡°At least down hear the floor isn¡ät muddy!¡±

    This gave Karl-Heinz an idea. The rumbling of the shaking walls was getting weaker it seemed, so he told the others around him. ¡°Maybe the orbital bombardment is following the ventilation shafts I had made?¡±

    Which did provoke a lot of thinking faces on a good amount of wives.

    Doc piped up with her own idea. ¡°So can we test it with you making fake air vents away from the tunnel we are using? At least that might earn us enough time that you could rest up some more.¡±

    This got the ball rolling and Vaskra but in her idea. ¡°Can we make fresh air somehow? That way we could distract the rain and then slip away without the needs for ventilation.¡±

    Sarsa picked this up and looked at the most educated person in regards to science in the Family, so she looked at Karl-Heinz. He in turn then just looked back blankly at her and answered. ¡°We could turn water into oxygen, but it would also produce Hydrogen as a byproduct, which is flammable and I don¡ät know how to deal with carbondioxide in the air.¡±

    ¡°I am going to call that oxygen from water making plan B.¡± Shifting her gaze over to two women, that by now have taken over the attempts of trying to read the maps. ¡°Any progress on where we are ?¡±

    ¡°We are currently guessing that we reached this big lake here when the tunnel got breached by water.¡± She pointed at a part of the lake in question at the north edge of the map. The assumption if correct, sadly for them mean that they would need to either travel west or east for a day. That was the time that the trip would take a marching army in that area, according to the advice Scavera was inserting.

    Lucky for them, the train ride was faster than walking and mostly saver against the usual hazards.

    Not having any time to waist. The train changed Direction again and this time they drove with the hopeful feeling of not crossing another tunnel danger, be it gas, liquid or monster. The tunnel got no air vents and they did manage to sort of leave the orbital bombardment behind.

    Laka was very worried about this trip, the lack of giving Karl a break, the slow speed at which the others were learning the skill to try and replace Karl-Heinz, the general moral on the train and something else that she couldn¡ät quite pinpoint but had the feeling that something else was also amiss.

    Also being a perfectionist still, They were not traveling at a uneven angle.

    No!

    They where going straight east, at a as perfect as Karl-Heinz could read it 90 degrees east. In his mind it was to more easily read the map. In his heart he knew it was to please his inner gamer with most games having squared grid structures.

    But lucky for Karl, his mood was good enough right now, oddly enough the exhaustion, the looming threats, the fast and eager access to sex, even if he didn¡ät want that right now, the feeling of being needed and the gentle fussing over his well being was making him feel great.

    He was wanted, it was urgent, he was only very hard to replace, they were all working on a better future, others had made the plan and would take the blame if the plan went wrong and most of all, he felt like he was doing meaningful work as part of a community. A community that knew his social ineptitude and appointed a constant liaison to help him be happy.

    Also because of the distraction and slowly building exhaustion, he was to mentally bound to go down sarcastic, masochistic, pessimistic rabbit holes.

    ¡°This feels like chilling playing rimworld!¡± he realized and confused everyone around him. ¡°No not rimworld, the game and background audio books or music. Yeah!¡±

    ¡°What is rimworld?¡± came from a wife siting in the corner of the front bunker.

    ¡°Oh just a PC game. You control a group of people and try to build up a small village and to slowly make their lives better and leave the planet they got stranded on.¡±

    In the small lull the next question got raised. ¡°What is a PC?¡±

    ¡°Personal Computer, a thinking machine that can do all kinds of stuff. Like play games for you to have fun, show movies, store data.¡±

    ¡°Can you make one?¡± Came from Laka.

    ¡°How much Data?¡± Came from Sarsa hearing something interesting and investigating.

    The distraction air-vents got completely neglected thus far so this conversation didn¡ät change much on the routine Karl-Heinz was doing when he extended the tunnels at an again not fast speed of small stack almost running.

    ¡°The better the PC tech, the more data it can store or process. Eeeehhhh ¡­ I think my last Pc was able to store terabytes of data and 1 terabytes is 1024 gigabytes, which is 1024 megabytes and then kilobytes and that ends you by bytes that are ones and zeros that encode everything from pictures to sound to symbols.¡±

    Confusing his audience mostly, Karl sits a bit in silence. Yet Sarsa doesn¡ät take long to recover from that confusion and tries a new angle of understanding. ¡°How many Books can you store on your PC and how many maps?¡±

    This one got Karl-Heinz thinking, some attempts at quick head math and then getting confused on to many zeros in the calculation to often, he gives up on trying an honest answer and instead goes, ¡°More books than physically exist in this world and at the same time all maps that ever existed in this world can be stored on my home PC back on earth. I think.¡±

    ¡°Can you make a PC?¡±

    ¡°Nope, no idea how they work in detail.¡±

    ¡°Well husband, could you please write down what you know of how they work, so that maybe one of our wives can try and make one.¡±

    ¡°Yeah I can try that¡± He shrugs as that excursion into tech that would be nice to have ends.

    The rest of their days trip then is rather calm. They manage to flee the rain. The new Cavern is blocked off from the rest of the tunnels ,to protect against possible flooding. The new quick air-vents don¡ät seem to gain that unwanted attention. Also Karl is as usual milked for all he is worth in the night.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 46 : Waterway / Campsite One

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    Chapter 46 : Waterway / Campsite One

    So here they where, not much of an idea of there position on the planet, let alone what planet in the galaxy Karl-Heinz got dragged of to at the start of this fumbling miss adventure. They had enough supplies to last them weeks food wise. Karl had started to sort of explain to an hyperactive Gohb what little he knew about PC¡äs, which turned out to be much more than expected, given the small stack of hand written papers and diagrams littering the ground.

    A lot of what he knew was just raving and rants about scummy companies in the computer industry, more or less repeating what he heard in podcasts. Still it was requested and thus written down so that someone with more free time, maybe more autism and a lot more ability to focus could crack that puzzle into something useful.

    At least sometime in the future with a more stable home than a Train driving around with a current average of one catastrophe per day. The current day was still young, so the average of possible life ending events statistic could still need some high up adjustments.

    ¡°Man I am glad this axiom magic doesn¡ät summon demons or other funky stuff, like in other dark fantasy settings.¡± Karl sighed as interdiction.

    He was being very nicely entertained by the computer questions. The training of the crafting ability to the T-Benchers was going good enough as they managed to reshape metal bits semi securely without turning the whole lump of metal into a waiting structure failure from internal damages. Still there was a long way left to go, as the shapes produced where not precise enough yet and could easily fail when only slightly distracted.

    Practice makes perfect, so they where again doing repeat task training, this time more on Sarsa¡äs and Laka¡äs demands, as they both would love to have a rotating train tunnel crafting team instead of just poor overworked Husband, but they also don¡ät want to derail if someone close by sneezes and spooks the current crafter on task by accident.

    One did sneeze near Karl-Heinz once, but he didn¡ät much care over it one way or another and was easily able to keep focus on his then crafting tunnel task.

    As repeat tasks get boring fast for most people, so the T-Benchers abused the walls for their skill training. Others even joined in as not much else was there to do. Turning the train tunnel into a slowly increasingly well crafted marvel of engravings and some sunken in simple sculptures, They all had not yet managed to grasp the concept of moving atoms, that Karl had adapted out of luck and his believed way such a skill should work, thus all but the T-Bench gang and Karl-Heinz were able to only carve away , but not add together or shift around.

    Tris somehow managed to find the way to even become stronger with axiom out of sheer boredom.

    She was trying to show off her grip strength and managed to turn a piece of metal ring into a more squeezed shape. But her hand suffered an injury from the effort, so she is now working on trying to find out a way to mitigate the damage one sustains from over-strong muscle use.

    Tris was also trying to train with axiom enhancements on at all times, by walking around carrying heavy stuff most times.

    So the day was mostly boring and every now and then Karl-Heinz would add small Air vents to the tunnel for the illusion of airflow. He had in mind ideas of opening up pockets in the rock to pull in that sweet fresh air, but doubt was still his main feeling over big plans and he was not cured of his depression, so he didn¡ät give that a high chance to properly work each time he may try it.

    Regardless of what could go wrong, they did manage to get to the end of their day without another tunnel incident and didn¡ät much notice any issues with the breathing air. There where attempts at quickies, but that was normal day to day part of life now for them. They all where still drowning in his pheromones and only staying upright due to the extended exposure causing them all to grow somewhat resistant to the chemicals effect.

    But this evening came a bit earlier than usual. They still had no idea of where exactly they where in regards to anything else on the maps that they possessed. Thus they let Karl-Heinz set up a proper bunker to reside in for a few nights. This included proper ventilation holes with air flow fan like the last bunker had. The construction of defensive lines and greeting room, that would get to have stairs to the surface.

    So this night they send Karl-Heinz to sleep and scouts to the surface. Oddly enough they wanted to give the new craft cheat skill users a chance to shine.

    Karl-Heinz himself was to pleasantly happy and tired to care and just went to the new fuck room, of course with today''s lucky few already waiting on the bed for him.

    - - -

    ¡°We will slay the Dragon!¡± That was the war-cry, or was it a rally cry? That Karl-Heinz heard as he jerked awake. Given his muted sens of his own emotions, the lack of a sun and the genuine distortion of day cycles due to shift works and possible alarm everyone on deck situations, He had no idea what time it was. The adrenaline cursing thru his body, from the sudden wake up, didn¡ät help him either in trying to guesstimate that answer.

    ¡°What is going on?¡± He grunted out a bit groggy and half falling out of bed in haste to get ready.

    As he wasn¡ät smothered in a very furry hug and a motherly check over, instead being greeted with a statue of a person in the corner of the room, Sara was his current guard and it seems like she was not yet able to un-clench her stiff posture enough, to either extract her life line of a stick up her shapely behind or was herself shocked by the noise of a hundred voices calling for blood of a monster.

    He did not have 100 wives when the train ride had started 3 days ago, but as there are stairs that go up to the surface again, that could have changed as part of some deal or recruitment effort. The enthusiasm of the cry-out was enough to warrant the number he had guessed it at.

    Before Sara was able to do more than guard the door, Karl had managed to get himself dressed and was walking past her out said guarded door. Sara filed in behind him, as he walked the short distance from out of his room, across the the 3m wide hallway to the other wall and into the mes-hall door.

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    Seeing that this communal room was empty, his quest for answers, if nothing else to know how much his sleeping cycle has been fucked up by now, he walked on thru the room and into the forward armory.

    Better labeled as ¡°the big empty room to store some stuff in and is the last line of defense¡±. The open room was connected to the railway tunnels and had the train sitting neatly near one of the edges of the hall.

    But this room was seeming to hold the answers to some of his questions, as a command post on box tables with a war council and a general assembly of most wifes could be seen.

    Sarsa was looking over maps, Tris was berating the T-Benchers to make her more ammunition for her Gatling Rail-gun and Vaskra was seeming doing a not to bad job at raising moral.

    Walking over to the good girl first wife Sarsa, he tried to get some answers. ¡°What dragon?¡±

    This got him a confused look and a long enough pause that even he noticed his own mistake. ¡°What are they trying to kill?¡±

    ¡°Oh, well they saw ¡°Here be dragons¡± on a map with empty space. So now some of the wives rallied the others into a more aggressive way of thinking. Most likely to get to be more valuable to the family and thus be able to sleep with you. Also Tris is just bored and itching for a fight.¡±

    ¡°I heard that! And you are not wrong!¡± Came thundering back over the noise of the crowd from said land shark.

    ¡°Where is Laka? Is she taking a break?¡± He asked whilst getting himself comfortable on Sarsa¡äs coils as a seat at the map crate table.

    A lifted torso, a scan of the room and a quick kiss later. ¡°Yeah she is sleeping in one of the rooms and we better let her get some rest while we can.¡±

    Then the current flow of things gets interrupted, the crowd half parts, half disperses into the defenses, as there are arrivals coming into the bunker. They must be friendly or the actual first line of defense would have raised an alarm or at least made one hell of a noise to try and fend them off.

    The scouts must have returned then, leaving Sarsa in no need to move. It was like when you have a cat sleeping on your lap, just that she had Husband sitting on her coils. But the Nagasha had also one more excuse at hand, she was in command and could demand them coming to her, it also would help a lot in hearing any reports given with maps spread out to point out where the reported findings even are in relation to everything else.

    So they waited the few moments that it took for the arrivals to come to her and Karl-Heinz. Only to be surprised by a turning visible nudist opportunist Cloaken arriving most likely 4 moments ago. ¡°Yeah they got back much slower than me, I get to run and stay unseen and they have to stay in the shadows and out of sight.¡±

    Before Scavera could steal another kiss from Karl-Heinz, the mistress of the snake den smacked her head a bit. ¡°Stop being too cheeky, some playfulness is acceptable, but try to rain it in a bit. You will suck his lips dry if you keep up that rate of stolen kisses.¡± Sarsa huffed at the spy turned scout.

    ¡°So what did you find? Where are the closest land marks?¡±

    The barely organized gaggle and chatter of answer that get replied to that question as an attempt of an answer, do not please the first wife at all.

    Scavera for her part sneaks some pebbles to Karl and whispers in his ear. ¡°Can you make me figures of a mountain, three hills, two forward army bases and a few lines for rivers and roads. Then use the rest to make some trees. Please?¡±

    Shrugging and ignoring the dressing down in an attempt to get the reports straighten into an orderly fashion, Karl crafts the requested miniatures and goes to the happy place of single minded distraction land, getting lost in making way to many minis that start at map markers and then quickly shift into fantasy-figures.

    At the point when he reaches the attempt at making not just minis but going over to thinking up battle map parts, that could be assembled and changed around like LEGO bits, with the added details of not using square pieces but hexagonal ones, the reporting seems to have been done with success.

    Sarsa was now facing him with her torso and asking. ¡°Can I please borrow one of the small figures to use as a map marker?¡±

    ¡°Yeah sure,¡± He says and hands her a knight in plate armor looking mini, which quickly gets placed on the sprawled out map. The change that he missed was that they had set up a blank table for the placement of their map marker findings and are now shoving around the ¡°We are here¡± marker on the actual map. Trying to find the position that the current bunker has in relation to the guesstimated navigation points.

    Having a brain wave and not seeing the tool already present on the table, he makes a fancy set of circles. Some can be bend open and closed, the fixed in place with a friction screw, some need to be opened and closed with a turning of a screw that holds both bow-limbs at a fixed distance.

    But non of his wifes so far had ever gotten, or in Tris place cared to pay attention when they most likely had gotten, training in extensive map reading. Thus they had only minimal use of how to use a circle to aid in map work.

    Still they were ever grateful for his effort to help. Sadly this kind of gratitude reached Karl on the mindset of not having brought success and made him feel patronized in a bad way. He didn¡ät show it of course and lucky for everyone, Laka swooped in for the rescue.

    She had now awoken of her sleep and had snuck up on all of them. Staying out of sight and rather quiet, she managed to sneak a hug in on Karl.

    Out of social reflex, Karl stumbled out a greeting. ¡°Morning, slept well?¡± Whilst being stiff as a board in her bussom embrace.

    She somehow seems to know that Karl-Heinz is in need of a scene change and so asked, whilst still embracing Karl. ¡°Is the area around the entrance clear for some small walk around?¡±

    The scouts look at each other a bit uncertain, then nod yes.

    Tris tries to rise from her seat, but before she can fully get over to join in, Sarsa cuts her down a bit. ¡±Yes you can come, but you will run from any danger and not fight anything, we need to stay hidden or risk losing our chance to find our map position.¡±

    So the gaggle of Laka and Karl plus the gaggle of equally interested and bored, go up the stairs to end up in the early morning sun in a waist land, The Ground is covered in a spotty coating of grass. Trenches where dug and fought in but got abandoned as the front line moved. Trees where littered around and only very few still stood, but all tree trunks had burn marks in them when they were used as cover.

    Happy enough, no grave markers or abandoned carcasses were to be found, it all got cleaned up and the air was nice and fresh, not tainted with chemical warfare poison or gunpowder smog.

    ¡°Your world war is so much nicer than the ones on earth were. Here you can breathe clean air instead of death stench or poison from warfare. Do you even have smoke grenades or other weapons aside from your laser guns?¡± Karl half mumbled to no one as he walks around the not quit muddy ground.

    Lucy then answered. ¡°We do have melee weapons and some keep tools at hand to build small ballista to lob stuff. I don¡ät know what a smoke grenade would even do. I don¡ät know if we had them.¡±

    ¡°We sure got non of them in storage. Only grenades we do have are the bastardized battery magazines you made for us.¡± Someone else said.

    ¡°Oh, I maybe could make frag grenades, but I don¡ät know chemistry enough to do any other ones.¡± Karl replied rather shy.

    The group then walk around a bit, the conversation died down for Karl-Heinz, as he had no more thoughts to really add. Instead he walked around like a tourist and looked and touched all the war marks left in the landscape.

    The others instead started to dig trenches, collect wood, or just walk around. It seems as if the daylight and surface visit of Karl, broke the notion of stealth to a degree that now resources would be collected and work was to be done.

    Trying to be helpful, with out the idea or confidence of knowing that he would end up being helpful, Karl made a miniature depiction of the scenery. The thing was big like a map table and all the details of the mountains, scenery, rivers, roads and what other points of interest he could see.

    With the nice fitting engraving along the side. ¡°Not perfectly up to scale but it was a rushed job.¡± To reverence that good movie trilogy and to free himself of blame, that would never come anyway.

    The whole harem loved him, at least that is what the inner circle tries to give him feeling wise, even if they too had infighting and politicking. Also everyone who didn¡ät love him had a few chances to run and try a better life elsewhere by now. This did not include some of the newest members of the harem, but they didn¡ät run yet.

    Now that his head was back running down the rabbit hole of self doubt and bad thoughts, Laka managed to notice that his staring at the wood crafted scenery was not detail contemplation but depression. So she did her job and picked him up into a suffocating hug, kissing the top of his head.

    ¡°Now now, no bad thoughts for you, go and do some work with the wood or defenses to get your mind of things.¡± She cooed into her chest.

    This did have the intended effect of spooking him out of his funk and current depressed mood. Sadly it did not last long until he realized how badly this position was as a defensive strong point!

    Which switches his mood nicely over to desperation with a hint of insecurity of his harem.

    Immediately he jogged off to clear out the dead trees and wood debris, followed by digging trenches, setting up pillbox hard points for the Gatling guns and worrying in a more constructive way.

    Laka sighed, wisely stopped while she still was ahead and followed him around in his quest of the perfect defense.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 47 : Campsite One / Working Day

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    Chapter 47 : Campsite One / Working Day

    Laka let Karl-Heinz fuss a few hours over making defenses and other related things, before approaching him again instead of just following. ¡°You should take a break, you usually want to eat lunch around now.¡±

    Being halted in his efforts to make trenches with just the right lay out to protect from artillery shrapnel, which hasn¡ät been seen once by him yet, his mental distraction comes to a stop long enough for him to hear his own belly rumble at him. He was also thirsty.

    So the two quickly walked back down into the bunker as people around them worked away at securing wood and manning the defenses and observation points. Scouts had went out to do scouting again.

    They went back down into the rather well lit bunker, less volume and rooms lit with the same amount of magic ever shining lights, meant that each room had more theoretical light to go around.

    In the mess-hall the designated cooks had prepared some food. Not many where eating as most where out and about and these women still all only needed to eat half, if not even less, of what Karl should eat to not lose weight.

    Looking down on himself, he could see that his belly had gotten smaller over the months he had spent in this world. He also could see that his left arm had atrophied a bit from being used way less than what was normal. The last thing he noticed was that he did get stronger everywhere else from the daily high intensity exercising he was doing. Push ups, even with only one not supported arm, where never this easy for him.

    That still left the now persistent issue of the food tasting bland as drywall and no solution in sight. He hadn¡ät done any much mining past his first find of that iron ore vein, back in the first bunker. There just always was something else useful to do or someone fluffy keeping him on track and distracted away from his misery.

    ¡°Laka, I love you, thanks for trying to keep me sane.¡± He said her way with no emotion, no context and in-between two bites of what looked like a hardy thick stew.

    Thus shocked her so much in a good way that her hair stood up like a surprised scared cat, doubling her not clothes volume, making her freeze in the overwhelming confusion of fully needing to process what just happened.

    While Laka was stiff as a board, Karl continued eating away at his meal, taking his time, enjoying the calm of not being to crowded. Before his world turned to fur as he got hugged into the most touched of the breasts that where in his harem.

    He didn¡ät struggle, the Lopen woman was bigger and stronger than him even if he had two arms for his full use available. The next thing he sort of noticed past the fur based contamination prison suit was two big lips pressed against his head, him having been moved upwards in the cleavage to have the head accessible.

    ¡°I love you too my baby, please never die on us, we all need you to be the happiest man to spoil.¡± The hug was hard enough to crack ribs if not for the protective surrounding mammarian flesh.

    ¡°You are also the only fuck around here on the front that is able to be had!¡± Came in an attempt of support from somewhere in the cooking staffs direction.

    Laka ignored the side comment and instead sucked him dry of air in another big long kiss. Achieving to making herself woozy from the intensity and the pheromones in his body liquids.

    She was in fact so overwhelmed from the situation, that she actually swooned and sank down to the floor, unintentionally pinning the man of her never even hoped for dreams under herself. No Tris was close by to single womanly free Karl. The woman that where close by in form of Sara and some random wives, were to unsure of themselves to try anything or even coordinate.

    Karl-Heinz tried to call for help, his attempts at struggling free died in the soft yet firm flesh of the goddess alien woman, his pinching attempts died in the thick fur and cloak, his attempt of a car jack with the metal of his prosthesis sunk and disappeared into the cleaved room that he had not filled out.

    So he was heating up as the hugging arms did cover a good portion of his torso and minimizing the amount of heat loss to the stone floor.

    Laka was drunken on emotions and love, to the point of mumbling and periodically squeezing her hug a bit stronger.

    Karl was also struggling to breathe, with his head in the thick fur and no way out.

    Giving up on struggling free, he managed to take a rather forced moment to relax and calm down. This gave him the mental free room to stop looking at this issue to narrow minded and instead use the plentiful material around him. He had been to much slipped into the mindset of a character from a story or game with only carried along abilities.

    Now he used the rock on the ground below him too dig a ditch and raise a slope. Making it so that he and Laka rolled over with him on top and now seen by the world of onlookers, who had by now formed a nice circle around them, some again being a bit more sexually agitated than Karl-Heinz liked to notice.

    Still rather hard to hear and very much death grip hugged from Laka, his helpless flailing of arms and legs was noticed by the onlookers. So Lucy came up and not so gently kicked Laka in the side of the head.

    The impact was hard enough to get her confused, but seemingly not too hard to make her unreasonably mad or injured. Laka shook her head, stopped her cooing and opened up her grip to release Karl-Heinz.

    He himself struggled his way out of the soft love trap and got some helping hands to stand back up, whilst Laka was processing the moment and seeming to recheck her conclusions a few times. When Karl was sitting on his seat and continuing to eat the supposedly healthy drywall stew, Laka had moved to the other side of the table and into his view.

    With a proper bow so deep that one couldn¡ät be sure how she balanced that pose of a quadruped on only two legs, she tried to apologize. ¡°I am deeply sorry, my emotions got the best of me and it seems that I too am not as resistant as I thought to your charms. Just that I am likely more composed to your erotic allures than your emotional ones.¡±

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    The crowd of on lookers persisted, Laka stayed in that bowed pose and Karl-Heinz again had one of his social blind moments and continued eating without knowing what or even that something was expected off him. Unlucky for all, the one who would usually point that issue out to Karl, namely one of the inner circle of trusted wives, was the one who given the offense made, was unable to inform him of his needed action.

    The surrounding bystanders where split into slightly malicious glee of seeing the fun police suffer in her prolonged shame and the ones to socially paralyzed to approach the mythical noble male entity that connected all their lives together in them mythical ways of promised sex and babies.

    That was until Tris walked by, saw the immobile Laka, the shuffling crowd, the oblivious Karl-Heinz almost done eating and had to ask. ¡°What are you all doing?¡±

    This earned her the confused look of Karl, just as the last spoon of food entered his mouth. No one else wanted to break the moment and so after the usual longer than necessary wait, Karl answered. ¡°No idea, Laka got a bit to huggish and now is not stopping her bowing for some reason.¡±

    This spurred Tris into joining in as a active participant of this theater scene performance. She walked over to the still not relaxed Lopen and started to violent and roughly tickle her. The fur and clothes where a more than excellent protection against any attempts Tris could make without shaving and stripping her down to pure skin, still it was enough of a disturbance to force her to lose her pose and end up needing to catch herself on all fours.

    Grinning at the goal of annoyance achieved, Tris walked over next to Karl. ¡°You seem to be done with food. I got questions to ask! Or rather I spooked the T-Benchers into making guns and they won¡ät hand them over without you first looking them over. Or rather Some want to test them, some are uncertain. But one squealed to Vaskra or Sarsa and they demand you to look them over.¡±

    Karl-Heinz having no urgency over his own actions simply got gently pulled to his feet and then tugged along behind the fluffy land shark, both being followed by Laka and the entourage of now interested in guns bystanders.

    The current workshop was the corner of the store room closest to the train wagon. Boxes and improvised workbenches aliened in a fort formation for quick and fast access to all available resources at hand.

    As the most knowing, he ,the chief engineer, was already long awaited and expected, the guns where still being tinkered on as this family had discipline in as much supply as Sarsa was able to suck and spray around out of a cup with a half soggy paper straw.

    So Vaskra was here as that dribble of discipline was needed up top to get that mess organized, that could lead to them finding a way out of the war zone. But Vaskra seemed to be enough of an officer now to be able to get respected and her orders heard. They weren¡ät goofing off in stupid ways and the group was rather orderly.

    The following crowd disrupted that feel of calm quit effectively though. Entertainment was presented and mumbling started to rise and bets seemed to start to happen in the background.

    Needing a prompter, Karl-Heinz was standing there unknowing of what to do, Tris half nudged, half dragged the man over to the first weapon set up.

    ¡°Let start with the most fun looking one, what is it and what is it supposed to do?¡± Tris asks the woman who had the biggest and most ¡°stuff hanging out of the side of this contraption¡± looking thing of them all.

    She answered with. ¡°Well this is a fold-able grenade launcher.¡± Struggling to lift the lump of metal with odd design choices, she unfolded and clicked it into position. The assembled machine was looking like a belt feeding crossbow for shooting ball ish shaped objects instead of bolts.

    Before Karl could even get over his own social pause, the defense already started up. ¡°I haven¡ät gotten the belt feeder mechanism right yet and I didn¡ät even start on how to get the grenades primed when they fire as part of the firing itself. The bowstring needs to be pulled back with a lot of force so only Tris can use it with her strength.¡±

    ¡°Damn well as it should be! I wanted that feature.¡± Tris interrupted and grinned at everyone.

    ¡°Looks complex.¡± He comments without emotion, then he looks it over, fiddles a bit on the movable parts and a too long for comfort time later he turns and says. ¡°You could maybe make it work, I don¡ät know how to now. Maybe start with a simple version and upgrade from there?¡±

    A short moment later Karl had crafted a mock version of the grenade thrower in crossbow version and with a spiral spring version. Both versions had a indent to hook something like a pulling pin into.

    Walking away from that first weapon, the group went on to the next one, a four to one barreled laser rifle. ¡°The laser should fire a continues beam out of the four barrels that then get redirected into the same central barrel. So that you get a endless stream of laser, without the rifle overheating or the magazine pack going empty to fast.¡±

    Doing his thing of looking it over and being expected to say something, he comments. ¡°Looks good, maybe you can reduce weight by getting rid of more unneeded parts of the strapped together guns. Well I can¡ät think of this going wrong too bad, How did you make the what ever to redirect the shots at the top?¡±

    At this something in the woman¡äs brain snapped together in realization and she got a horrified expression on her face.

    Karl being oblivious just handed the gun back and walked on whilst that weapon got opened up and worked over a bit.

    Weapons number three and four were not worth much comment and he just nodded along and enjoyed the creative bigger barrel laser rifle and the Rail-gun with a smaller caliber but longer tipped ammunition.

    The last one turned out to be a trench tool with folding stock and some Swiss army knife features like one side of the shovel having saw-blade teeth.

    ¡°Did Tris request the shovel too?¡± Karl asked Vixa the maker of this creation.

    Before the still beaten blue, seems she gotten some more from the other wives than just her lashes, Vixa could answer, Tris leaned in with a big grin from above and said a calm. ¡°Yes.¡± Then the Cannidor grabbed the shovel and tried to swing it around a bit and really stress-tested the tool for balance, weight and stability against the stone floor.

    ¡°Did she really want a shovel?¡± Karl asked again in confusion as that thinking did not fit into his imagined archetype of the big Adrenalin addict.

    ¡°Yes she did, not so much a tool for everything, but she wanted a few tools and possible close range weapons. You also had rambled on a few times over these Switz army tools, so I tried to make one of them. Was an easier task than playing around with the rifles non of us even understands more than how to point and shoot.¡±

    ¡°I disagree!¡± came from the woman who was still tinkering on the 4 to 1 redirection tip.

    ¡°So next you start making crowbars and drill-bits for the different machines I had already made? Oh! I could get you all to make a hand power drill to get you to make small electric motors. And useful combination of things.¡± Karl was even a bit glowing with some happiness at his idea to challenge the T-Benchers in a creative and hard way.

    This expression of happiness from the man made everyone who saw it, melt down in awe and shared in his emotion. At least until the T-Benchers near by realized what he just said and managed to connect the dots of how much complex hard work that meant to them in their near future.

    The rift of adoration and dread only grew in the onlookers, as Karl set up a quick crafted display of things they where now expected to reproduce themselves.

    He went the next step still and set up a wall of stone, crafted from the ground upwards, to miss-use as a presentation board. Hanging up the different parts of a hand drill with motor, a small gear box, a drill chuck, an old design drill chuck that one needed a special key for and would always be the version that could be closed tighter than the newer design, he has had dreaded at all is work with hard to drill materials in hand held drill work, and the magazine catch of a the standard battery pack with a bit of wiring and a on of switch trigger.

    All in all broken down and with some comments engraved around it all as a school science fair display of a dissected drill for others to learn from and in this case reproduce. He did not have the materials at hand so it was mostly stone and non functional.

    The workforce was still stunned at the looming task until Tris came back from her swinging test. She handed back a very abused and no longer save to even hold entrenching tool. ¡°Good thing, can you make more for everyone and can you also make the shovel blade a bit more sturdy to not bend that easy?¡±

    Before any answer could be given her look shifted to what her Husband was doing and smelled new entertainment to be had. ¡°What is that?¡± She asked whilst moving her head over Karl¡äs own head and gently laying a hand on his bad side shoulder.

    Unable to answer fast enough as he was still undisturbed from double and triple checking his task board idea, Laka jumped in for him. ¡°He said it is a power-drill or it seems like a new task for the crafting force to train on to make.¡±

    ¡°What is it supposed to do?¡±

    This time Karl did manage to get an answer out. ¡°It is supposed to turn stuff, so you can make straight round holes anywhere or you can quickly screw and unscrew stuff.¡±

    Half cutting Karl-Heinz off, Tris had the next bright idea for one of her most favorite toys in her arsenal. ¡°Or you could make it spin the Gatling-gun crank that I may wield the thing one handed!¡±

    Walking around, whilst pushing him slightly away from the display board, Tris looked at him on eye level in his face. ¡°Why didn¡ät you make the Gatling that way from the start?¡±

    Unperturbed and taking this critic much much better than expected he smoothly answers. ¡°It is very finicky to get right and then I simply didn¡ät think it was needed. They work fine now and other stuff needed to be done and we where also training new workers.¡± Came blurting out of him as if it just vindicated a defense he had internally prepared for weeks if not months by now.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 48 : Working Day / Pushing Thru

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    Chapter 48 : Working Day / Pushing Thru

    Having again shown how odd and depression defensive his mind is, there is a conversation in the background behind Tris going on between Vaskra, Laka and some bystanders.

    ¡°Do you think we should force him into too do more happy thoughts?¡± Vaskra asks.

    ¡°Don¡ät you dare try that! He is struggling enough as is, he will get there when he gets there.¡± Laka whisper growls back.

    ¡°Girls, he is wound up like a land mine. He gets pushed on the button and goes off at random into all kinds of ways.¡± Gnag says, earning her a very angry glare from Laka.

    To get the petty revenge Laka now desires for the saying of unwelcome truths, she orders the women. ¡°Go and do your job!¡±

    To witch Gnag shrugs, nods and walks away, most likely to get a nap as she didn¡ät have any job to do currently and was kept as a reserve person.

    ¡°She was right though.¡± Came from Vaskra, which earned her the glare of Laka, paired with some small tears of the bubbling sadness of that situation.

    ¡°I know. But we need him to get out of here, We are not save and we can try your idea or what ever else we can think off when we get out of the war zone. Now we need him stable enough to stay with us. Because he is teaching what he knows good enough, but it seems to not be taught in a week or a month. Hell even booth camp for holding the rifle right way round took 90 days. ¡° Laka deflates whilst saying that.

    Slinking lower and closer with her head to Sarsa, Laka asks. ¡°How much wine or good food do we still have around, for if he has another break down and we need him for an emergency?¡±

    Sarsa having done a good enough job at keeping stock, has no problems to answer that. ¡°We still could do that a few more times. Officers really like their stuff, we could even hold two or three more parties, depending on how wild they get. So don¡ät worry on that.¡±

    To that Laka just nods and returns to the side of the lost in work mode Karl.

    He was now busy watching over the new weapon creations being shoved to the side and them learning how to do hand held power tools. With the reason of feeling inspired, which was a reason good enough to even shut up Tris over not getting new toys to play with.

    There was a bribe promise or favor extracted in that shutting up progress somewhere.

    So now all the T-Benchers where either, working towards the ones, who have started to learn to reshape objects with their mind and the omnipresent axiom or where one of the lucky few, who had the ability in enough control to be the team leader of their little group project.

    Karl-Heinz had wanted to have every single one to craft their own power drill, but the reminder that they would be moving and possibly mixing up and or losing all structure of this workshop, made him rethink that point to a more speedy version that would get everyone of his crafting wives involved.

    So whilst they where crafting away, they did not have a viewing crowd. No viewing crowd despite the fast follow able progress being made and moments of smoke, sparks and fire.

    The reason for that was, that Sarsa somehow managed to get a good enough course plotted and had ordered everyone to pack up again that they could leave. It was early after noon, most of their supplies and personal possessions where still on the train and they rather sooner than later wanted to leave the danger zone.

    But not even half way thru the crafting task, Sarsa slithered up to Karl and collected him and the last remaining things to book it out of that temporary bunker home.

    Feeling funny, Karl-Heinz left behind an engraving reading. ¡±To who ever may find this, enjoy the empty rooms and filled latrines.¡±

    Still they left the station much richer in wood and moral. They also now knew which way to ride for some time, with the hope of having left the war zone completely by the time they would need to resurface again for new directions.

    Karl was being distracted from his boredom of the tedious reshaping of the tunnel. this time at a good jogging speed slow, as they didn¡ät feel the need to rush into the next subterranean danger and no orbital bombardment or monster was chasing them yet. He was still being more on the bored side of things.

    On can only stand so many card games or chess games, before the attention span wants something new. ¡°How long until we reach the promised golden land, fertile black earth, plentiful horny sheep and the easy to raid gold filled monasteries?¡±

    ¡°Oh shush, we get to the saver spots soon enough¡± Laka answered whilst kissing his head, whilst sitting on the other side of the current chess board game.

    ¡°It will not be much saver there anyway, we will still need defenses given how often danger has found us on our short time together.¡± Sarsa quipped as she was resting in a pile of her own coils, staring at the distance traveled counter ticking up.

    ¡°We could go back and then wife up some more Cannidor bitches, that would help.¡± Tris blurted in, bored out of her mind with nothing to placate her, nor there being a reason to find something on the train to suppress her boredom.

    Trying to be ever helpful, Karl suggested. ¡°I could craft you a small rail wagon and you could take one of the other crafters to open up the few parts where the way back got closed. Then you could retrace our rout and go back to the first bunker to try and recruit wifes again.¡±

    Jumping up from the floor with too much enthusiasm, lucky enough not enough to hit hear head, and screamed. ¡°Deal!¡±

    Only to be completely blocked by the withering glares of the T-Benchers, the thinning of wives suddenly having other important things to do at the other end of the train, more angry glares from Laka and the remaining wives and Sarsa showing up, as if smelling bad ideas a kilometer away in the making.

    ¡°No you may not kidnap unwilling wives to go and try to recruit more strong wives. They are here to escape probable bad faiths from officers feeding the war machine, not try a change of management that leads to the same result.¡± As the Nagasha spoke she smoothly slithered around Tris and was at the end laying around the Cannidor.

    The objection was seen in advance and so Sarsa interrupted Tris attempt at a counter argument. ¡°You will obey my wish! You can then try your plan when we reached a new permanent spot. But you will need to get their consent or my approval if the situation warrants it. Until then maybe show the other wives your strength trick or train that ability to a better degree.¡±

    Deflated like a cat scratched air mattress, Tris trotted of to behind the locomotive and out of direct sight. Laka held her tongue, with nothing left needed to be said.

    Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

    Karl-Heinz mentally wondered how good one can hear things happening on the train, it was a smooth and very nicely silent ride from the train, but there where talking of groups and rushing of air noises happening.

    ¡äMaybe just being not focused enough to what is happening far away.¡ä Was his inner conclusion, as Laka gently nudged his cheek back towards the going game of chess.

    The rest of the remaining days trip was lucky enough, mundane and boring. Again a cave was made, again the ventilators where set up to prevent suffocation.

    Again every woman played out their quirks of character and personal interests against or with each other. Causing the leading two women the usual amounts of headaches, with the added bonus of the crafters spinning up a small extra income for making simple needed or requested equipment and objects for the yet unnamed exchange of money.

    Adding also the annoyance of Karl a little bit as he was asked two times, once before bed and once before departure, to ensure the safety of the Tris requested exotic and hardly practical guns for their wielder and surroundings.

    They departed as usual, continuing on their trip to the better life.

    In the afternoon of that day. Karl-Heinz was chatting away with Doc.

    The Kohb, sexy short stack Kobold look alike, wanted to taker her role as medical professional of the harem very seriously. She had little to no training beyond making the blood stop leaving the body, giving strong medicine in syringe form, which where 100% of the time different flavors of painkillers and changing bandages to make sure the wounds stayed clean and got some air.

    Oddly enough to Karl, no one had ever thought about infections, no one even ever heard about it. ¡°But infections happen all the time. At least where I came from. Most of the medicine I know is made and geared towards fighting infections of the body.¡±

    ¡°Yeah that sounds nasty, but it never happened to me or anyone I ever heard off. Something that seems like we maybe are just to good developed to need to care about?¡± Doc said whilst pushing out her chest to try and be sexy funny.

    The joke did land, but was not enough to break Karl¡äs wall of emotional dullness. ¡°That sounds like a way to explain it, but you are all different species, which would say it is less likely an explanation. Hell that just opens up more questions of how all your ancestors came into existence or did you all just get dumped on this hell hole ¡­ no this planet is nice and the climate is very nice too. Hmmmmm¡±

    Doc knows him well enough that she just sat back and rummaged around with her own stuff as she waited for him to finish thinking or to get a gentle nudge to further extend the tunnel length.

    The wait was rewarded with an answer. ¡°No idea, not my problem, other stuff comes first. We should try and get chicken or other birds to lay eggs. Would be nice to have Waffles or food that has taste in general again.¡±

    ¡°Why do you not taste any of the flavors in our cooking? I understand the dried ration packs being bland and barren of enjoyment. Still the stews are very good and I most likely gained a bit of breast and butt size because of it!¡±

    As Karl was again distracted by extending the tunnel again, a scream filled the tunnel, the train was brought to a controlled stop and Karl-Heinz lost his free movement privileges, as Laka grabbed him out of his throne and stuffed him into the windowless corner of the pill box, with her back playing his third wall.

    Around him the chaos ordered itself into actions. Sarsa commanded the crowd. ¡°Tris! Take five wifes and split up in the tunnel. Three go left, the rest goes right. Scout the tunnels we just dug into.¡±

    Tris seems to have been on that task already, as quickly she stuck her head past Laka, giving a grin at Karl and blowing him a kiss. ¡°Be right back! Maybe with presents.¡±

    Laka for her part used her Shoulder to slam Tris head into the wall with a bit of force. ¡°Work now, fun later, get to it.¡±

    ¡°Yeah get to it big girl, and drag back the wounded too!¡± Doc snipped in from next to Karl. He had no idea when she slipped into that spot or if she just got dragged along when Laka had grabbed him.

    Not wanting to just be squeezed into a tight spot, he crafted himself and doc a seat.

    ¡°I don¡ät quite get why we are now backed into a corner, shouldn¡ät I go and reshape the tunnels to our advantage?¡±

    Laka tried to turn around and answer that one, but Doc was already there and having her head on the right side of the meat shield to answer faster. ¡°You tend to lose yourself to fast in details and we rather not have you get riled up over something now, when we still need you later on to get away.¡±

    Trying to make her turning effort not a wasted one, Laka adds. ¡°You also can take the break and rest your mind a bit to be fresh when we need you.¡± Giving his head a gentle petting, to try and comfort him. She turns around again and blocking off most of the noises and all of the views to Karl-Heinz.

    Doc tries to chit chat with him some more, but he loses himself to his thoughts and does not reply to anything the Kohb says, until she gently scratches his cheek, whilst standing on his lap and almost having her breasts mush his face. ¡°Listen! All is well, we are far away from the front line, we found some tunnels, nothing to bad will happen. Relax and we will get you when or if we need you. We all want to be save and happy, so let us worry and you can just coast along with us.¡±

    He did not know how or why, usually the mention of him not being needed would be his sole focus out of anything else being said and rile him up into a near panic or even panic attack. Yet, the way the soft mammaries, the pressure of her feet on his lap like a big cat or dog, the gently holding of his cheeks in her clawed hands or a hundred other details, he didn¡ät panic.

    He just calmed down and started to rub her back like one would a dog. His other hand did rub the back of her dog body guard, but her back was not fluffy due to her wearing covering sturdy clothes. Doc was wearing clean white almost dress like gowns.

    He still was not happy with his time out and the possible dangers of the beyond, that may or may not contain dragons as the maps proclaimed. But he was sort of content to just sit and start a circle jerk petting session with Doc, Laka and himself. Laka didn¡ät show much reaction to her petting, but she most likely liked it, Doc seemed to just play along to make him happy.

    After way to long of sitting around and just awkward petting and gently touching, Doc breaks the cycle and stops her part of the petting. Then she puts Karl¡äs hand off of Laka and her head and tries to continue something of a more normal interaction. ¡°What do you think the tunnels are?¡±

    ¡°Ehhhhh, I have not seen how they look, so maybe mine-shafts?¡±

    But before the conversation really could get rolling, Tris returns with a loud. ¡°Buckle up! These are counter mining defenses! They heard us coming and are scrambling to put together a response team. We gotta get going.¡±

    At that Karl-Heinz felt the train shake from Tris and the other scouts jumping on. Laka freed him of the small corner spot and moved him back to his spot of privilege and duty.

    Sarsa was already there next to him barking orders. ¡°We are gona break thru! Speed forward like when the rain chased us, Hubby can you please close the tunnels we found off as we pass them. Their may be more than just these.¡±

    She then turned her torso away and to the back of the train. ¡°You lot collapse the tracks tunnel behind us for a bit, we don¡ät want them to follow us.¡±

    They where now moving forward again and as the Nagasha predicted, they passed thru more of these crossing tunnels. Three times they past them. Returning her focus back on Karl-Heinz, Sarsa asked. ¡°Husband, can you please make a few zig zag turns that they can¡ät just dig straight after us. Try to stay straight overall afterwards.¡±

    ¡°Oooooh gona need to scout again when we finish this day ?¡± Tris threw in as she handed Karl a random steel sheet stamped helmet with headlight.

    As he looks confused at her and the now on his head helmet, she adds. ¡°Told you I get you a present and that was easy to grab on our way back.¡±

    Trying to keep up with Tris, the other scouting wives also presented looted gifts. They where presented to him like one might try to present that commissioned mythical sword to the wealthy respected king in his throne room.

    The effect was rather diminished by Karl-Heinz lacking regal expression, the lacking space for a grand entrance, the lacking space to display the gifts in a dignified manner, the lacking tact of Karl and the lacking tact of Tris laughing at the whole scene, where the mighty honored husband just stood around with a mining helmet crooked on his head, unsure of how to react, unskilled in reacting for the occasion and the five bombshell porn-star women squeezing in way to tight holding up random disused items they found in the tunnels.

    But before Tris could go to hyping up by standing onlookers into joining in the laughing, Sarsa invaded the limited Airspace above them. ¡°Not the time, not the place. Get back to your spots on the train. We need to make distance and distracting him this much is not helping.¡±

    The train had already slowed down a bit again as they where coming closer to the current end of the tunnel.

    Karl feeling ashamed of neglecting his important duty, immediately extended the tunnel again at a longer than usual distance.

    This day was still going to be a long one it seemed.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 49 : Pushing Thru / One Chapter forward

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    Chapter 49 : Pushing Thru / One Chapter forward

    It was a long day indeed. A long night too, as service guaranties husband time. Which oddly enough turned into a bunch of quickies and then some attempts to connect deeper with Karl-Heinz.

    The connection attempts failed from cringe chatting, where Karl just had no idea or skill to hold or support a conversation that is not nerd babble, to trying shows of skill and strength, which got smashed from Tris simply one upping every woman who tried to display anything, then ended in getting out the games and have him even craft some more games he could remember well enough.

    So they all played a free for all game of Risk with 6 players on the earth game map, other maps are planned but have yet to be fully designed.

    Eventually Laka shut them all down and shooed them out. He still worked a lot better when he got his sleep. Which lead to a late morning and a late breakfast for Karl.

    Everyone else had already finished eating and where milling about waiting for him to enter the eating and gathering area of their current cave.

    Laka was off duty, most likely sleeping. Tris was bored and insisting on being Karl-Heinz lap chair. Sara was standing guard. Doc was hidden in the crowd. Vaskra was in the distance collecting a few stragglers who should be there. Scavera was most likely lounging on his table, waiting to steal another kiss, but had not yet taken that chance. Vixa and Lucy were just part of the crowd.

    Sarsa was sit standing in her normal snake pose next to the newest iteration of a blackboard. Ready to hold another morning update speech. ¡°Morning everyone. We seem to be behind the defenses. We also most likely are not save yet. A days march is not a tall distance in the grand scheme of things for an army of this magnitude of this conflict. If we even managed to travel that distance.¡±

    ¡°So we are going to travel for two more days and then go and look around up top side again.¡± Making a short break she shifted a bit on the floor to a different position for her torso, leaning a bit away from the blackboard. ¡°We also noticed that the pierced spies are no longer with us. When exactly they manage to sneak away I don¡ät know. Everyone else seems to still be here and there where enough chances to run in all the chaos of our Trip so far. May they find their own way and not come back to us.¡±

    Lifting herself a bit higher again the speech went on to the more uplifting part. ¡°Most important part of all! We made it out of the war zone. A dream that was once reserved for the highest of officers, crippled but not dead and the removal of the actual dead, is now ours!¡±

    Raising her fist to the air, almost punching the ceiling of their current cave in triumph. Trying to get a cheer going, but no one knows that was expected off them, it whimpered out and didn¡ät manifest.

    Still staying cool and caring on with as much dignity as the Nagasha could, she continued. ¡°Seems like that is what I get for trying to drill discipline and calmness at every opportunity. You lot usually are a rather rowdy bunch to handle.¡±

    This did manage to get her a few chuckles out of the crowd.

    ¡°Well this is basically it. Do your tasks and pass the time until our Husband.¡± This got cut of by a subtle growl not many could hear, from Laka emerging out behind the first wife.

    Laka then finishes her sentence for her, ¡°Until WE are all ready to depart. No pressure hubby, just take your time.¡± She smooches in his direction, while he had already started to eat faster and stuff his face. Not liking to be the one to hold up the whole show.

    Laka¡äs attempt at correcting that mental miss step with their husband, sadly didn¡ät work, as he was now trying to stand up and almost choking himself to eat even faster.

    He moved forward despite the best efforts of his wives to slow him down. No one was trying to pin him down like Laka sometimes did, as that would maybe do more harm than good.

    Half way to the train and almost finished with his current serving of tasteless paste, he yelped in surprise, stumbled, continued a few half saving steps forward, discarding the rest of his food from his bowl and the bowl one self balancing arm swing later. The whole stumble ended with his body knocking over a brave and over eager wife trying to catch him, sending them both to the floor.

    Most of that fall damaged got caught by a well cushioned butt, the rest got sucked up by forming bruises of the woman. Karl for his part was again laying on a willing eager sexy woman and grumbling into a impressive deep valley.

    As the center piece of this family, Karl-Heinz didn¡ät get the chance to stand up on his own, instead he was quickly lifted by the second wave of helpers, then denied the ability to fix his own mess of discarded food and cutlery. Instead he was carried off and placed back onto his thrown on the front of the train.

    The unsung hero breaking his fall left behind cursing her pain filled head and left to sort herself out.

    Once he was patted down for injuries and some slight sexual contacts, the questions came from Laka. ¡°Why do you rush yourself? We are not being hunted. You can take it a bit slower.¡±

    Not liking that line of reason this question was heading down, He instead evaded to a different topic bugging his mind and field of vision. ¡°The pop up shocked me and got me to stumble.¡±

    Taking a close look at Karl¡äs eyes, Laka could see that they where illuminated much more than usual.

    - You entered a new Area.

    - Quest updated

    - Railway to safety completed.

    ¡°The pictures a messing with me again and are annoying as heck. Don¡ät you guys have some form of EMP to kill what ever is flashing in my eyes?¡± He pleaded.

    Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

    The View he had enjoyed was blocked to 40% by the lights, as far as Laka guessed with what she could see in front of his pupil.

    ¡°What is an Eee eM Pee? So no, we don¡ät have that.¡± She answered, gave him a hug and continued on shadowing him as he made his way to the train.

    ¡°This makes me wish I had some of the science books from home here with me. I may not know how to do quantum physics or nuclear bombs or the stuff to set up either of the two examples. But with some nice pictures and text I sure think I could figure it out soon enough. Fuck, I hope we can have a nice mole city going once Sarsa deems the spot good enough.¡± He yammers whilst climbing the train and again being quickly surrounded by guards and opportunists.

    While he was busy pitying himself, the ones around him tried to distract him, cheer him up or try to sneak some body fluids in form of kisses and more. They are kept in check by Laka and Sara.

    But the only one to ever truly steal kisses, stole another kiss anyway. Scavera made herself known by getting visible with the lips touching again.

    Still Karl-Heinz didn¡ät budge on his current rabid hole. ¡°They know where I am, so they are tracking me. Otherwise they would not update my Hud with stuff that are dependent on my location.¡±

    ¡°Shush, we get that stuff also sorted when we are able to be set up better,¡± Scavera tried to sooth, she managed to avoid Laka¡äs wrath, but not the removal of her way to close head from his face.

    Scavera also didn¡ät manage to break his funk, as he still was grumbling to himself. ¡°And as they know where I am, they may also be guilty of the orbital fire that chased us down the tunnel to the Lake break in.¡±

    This did shift the gears of the surrounding minds from trying to sooth him to tactical importance.

    Laka looked at Sara and commanded.¡±Get Sarsa or Vaskra here asap, this is important!¡±

    Sitting down on Laka, Scavera tried to gesture Karl-Heinz to continue that train of thought. This again didn¡ät reach him, so she needed to voice it. ¡±Now tell us more about the lights in your eyes and what they are telling you. Or better what they tell you that they, who kidnapped you, get to know about you.¡°

    Sarsa, Sara and Vaskra all rushed in and filled the tight spot a bit tighter. The train started rolling forwards at a slow pace.

    ¡°It tells me in three bars how much axiom I got too use, or maybe how much is in the region, I don¡ät know. The bar is topped up full by now. It tells me how much stamina I got. Which never dipped much as I don¡ät really do much tiring work with all you around. It tells me my health, or blood level. It dipped a bit when I was shot I think. I was very distracted, to much to pay attention to that detail in my vision.¡±

    Coughing a bit from a dry mouth, he continues on. ¡°The HUD also sets goals for me to fulfill, I tried to do them at the start when I got here, but the rewards are funny words with no meaning, at least as I can tell. So I mostly ignored these quests as annoying. Still I stumble into fulfilling them every now and then, then get a pop up in my view to scare me.¡±

    This time being handed a canteen to drink from, he pauses, drinks and gave the thing back and continues. ¡°And today it congratulates me on escaping the war zone and starting a new chapter in the story as if I was in some old roll playing game. So they know how healthy I am, they know where I am and they sort of know what is going on around me.¡±

    ¡°This is very concerning.¡± Came from Sarsa.

    ¡°What the heck! They been spying on us fucking too?¡± Came at the same time from Tris.

    This caused a calm before the storm, as it takes a short while to reach everyone, but once it did, suddenly the locomotive was swarmed by more women, than any last stand zombie hold out ever was. The used every squeak of air to get closer to this conversation. Many laying on top of the pill box, after the area in front of the pill box had filled up too.

    Lucky enough the woman in control first did all the steps needed to stop the train from moving, as from the control position, no tracks or tunnel where visible anymore.

    Sighing at this lack of discipline, Sarsa moved on in this now very important chat. ¡°Do you maybe know a way to turn the lights in your eyes off or how to disrupt them?¡±

    ¡°eeeh maybe strong EMP could fry it whilst not harming me. Maybe strong electrical current could damage it, but that would fry me. Ripping it out would maybe remove some of it, but I do want to keep my eyes and I don¡ät think it is only sitting in my eyes. Maybe this Axiom magic could do something? But I don¡ät know anything about that.¡±

    ¡°So how could we all make an EMP?¡± Sarsa asks, whilst letting her wandering gaze remind everyone who is first wife. She does manage to maintain the quiet of the Harem mostly.

    Laka is busy letting her gaze rest on the few women around her that are in a close enough distance to Karl-Heinz to start naughty things.

    Tris was somewhere further away, seemingly punching a wall in quiet rage. The deep thumping noises echoed down the tunnel in the background.

    ¡°Sadly no, Only way I know how to make an electromagnetic pulse is by setting off a nuke. That would kill everything in a kilometer or more radius on the small end of nukes. Also I don¡ät think we got the stuff to make one. There are other ways to do an EMP, but I don¡ät know them.¡± He meekly answered, shrinking down on his chair.

    ¡°So we will just have to live with that issue for now.¡± Which caused and uproar of wives not wanting to take that just lying down. Sarsa tries to regain order, but fails over the uproar.

    It takes Tris to get up and hit the wall so hard it cracks and crumbles, causing such a strong shock-wave as to silence everyone just long enough.

    Sarsa on the back end of trying to over yell them all, then continues wait to loud over the now missing uproar. ¡±WE WILL GET THAT OUT OF HIM! WE JUST don¡ät have to tools now! We will work towards that goal once we managed to secure our survival. So sisters, stay ready, there is a lot of work ahead of us and you are all welcome to try and think up or make solutions for all of our problems.¡°

    This got them all thinking and not to long after the crowd, at least the one who easily could do so, returned to the other train wagons.

    Sarsa then whispered something to Vaskra, that Karl-Heinz couldn¡ät understand. ¡°Make sure they don¡ät hurt themselves or others with to eager ideas. So focus on the T-Benchers.¡±

    Vaskra nodded and then pushed her way thru the remaining crowd.

    Tris could be felt and heard, crawling on top of the bunker roof and then seemed to be giving the women trapped on the front of the train, an arm up and a way out of their current position.

    This event of being so crowded and in the middle of the focus, caused Karl¡äs open attitude to wither and die. Now he was back to looking confused and being quiet. As he had no good point to continue any interaction, he instead went and tried his luck at carving some simple art into the wall of the pillbox as distraction.

    Seeing their husband that seemingly dejected, put the remaining wives into a tizzy. All of them trying to cheering him back up.

    Well all women but Laka, who is busy stopping more blowjob and kissing attempts, Sarsa trying to ponder the bigger picture issues now revealed to her, and Scavera, standing visible in the corner playing innocent and out of the way of problems.

    Karl-Heinz for his part used that moment of Scavera modeling, to carve her likeness into the wall next to her, together with angle wings, halo and his best approximation of a full body latex suit. The picture was like a copper or wood carving, a bit sunken in for more detail, but overall no masterpiece, it looked good enough.

    Which caused the mob to try and praise his work, Scavera to get a bit shocked by the art of her and the mood in the room to shift a bit to better mix of emotions, less desperation.

    Scavera did have more questions because of the picture. ¡°Why did you draw me with wings and a ring above my head? I do like the clothes, can you make that?¡±

    Which in turn gave Karl-Heinz a clear point of entry back into a conversation. He had no desire or need to talk, but she was his wife or some such, so he had the obligation to answer when asked. ¡°I was thinking angel when I started the carving. They got bird wings and Halos. Then I thought sexy, as you stand around naked again and latex skin suits are sexy.¡±

    Taking a short break to think, not of how to make the clothes, but pre plan the next step of what to say, even if everyone else was expecting him to think of how to make the clothes. ¡°No I can¡ät make that kind of clothes, we got no latex or other stretchy plastic stuffs. If we find it, I could maybe make it.¡±

    ¡°Where would we even find that stuff?¡± Came from Scavera, with genuine curiosity.

    ¡°No idea, like most of you just get your guns handed too you when you become a soldier, I don¡ät know most things about where my stuff came from either. Would be nice to have internet now, but nooooo I gotta be dumped in a computer barren waist-land.¡±

    Before Karl could continue on his surprising rant, Laka hugged him back into the time out land between the fluffy mountain ranges. He had no idea why she would do that, he was feeling agitated, not depression stressed. He couldn¡ät quite pin point the difference, so maybe his guard dog couldn¡ät do that either.

    He felt some gentle petting on what was still sticking out of the Lopen¡äs iron grip. Lucky for him, his arms where in good positions to just relax. Tris may be able to break free, he may be able to do that too, if he where to learn that strengthening trick of Tris, but he had not and so was doomed to wait this one out.

    Based on feel he extended the tunnel some more, as he never needed line of sight to do stuff, but it helped a lot in doing a good job with most aspects of crafting. He had learned as a kid working on cars, that many spots are hard to reach the screws and thus had learned to feel situations with his hands and work blind.

    Still the blind mechanical work in his old life was aided by constant finger feedback, This here crafting was aided by nothing in form of feed back.

    Then he did get feedback. A heavy cursing from his harem was a good indicator that something went wrong again. He hoped he wasn¡ät to blame.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 50 : One Chapter forward / New Morning, Familiar Issue

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    Chapter 50 : One Chapter forward / New Morning, Familiar Issues

    Turns out, he was not to blame for this fuck up. Still it was a problem they needed to face. He would help with facing hat issue as best he could too. At least once Laka deemed him fit for it or what ever other measure he needed to fulfill to be let out of time out.

    Others would dream to have this dedicated of a harem, this eager to shove this sexual and sensual of bodies all against them and their faces and crotch region. The novelty wasn¡ät fully gone, but it gets mundane very fast. It was his new ish normal.

    So now all he had left to curse was that he didn¡ät treasure the beauty of it more because of his rampant depression. Completely ignoring the fact of the on going war zone he landed in and all the ever progressing issues he had to deal with. He still had to deal with the issues at some point and he still was actively dealing with the ongoing issues around him.

    No, that he had to chide himself over. He had made the lucky decision of getting the hen house to listen to Sarsa, mostly, and have the luck that she in all her flawed ways, is not a social person but all the more a very competent commander. Which made his problems her problems. Then the competence of the commanding wife showed as she made the now her problems everyone''s problems.

    Which lead to him being able to be mostly taking care off and giving him the chance to be helpful and not needing to deal with aspects of live that he was unable to take care off. Also everyone was able to solve their part of the task work load to continue their overall survival.

    It was by far no perfect system, it was not even a good self sustaining system. But for now it was better than good enough working.

    Time out was most often a moment where Karl-Heinz was forced to face his demons, his thoughts of doubt, his whims of inadequacy, his demons of perpetual misery. As he was unable to keep himself distracted and felt useless. Unable to solve is problems thru action, disallowed to try and flee or drug himself with addictions of distractions.

    This times timeout was different.

    This time he was able to reflect in honesty and cherish his situation instead of dreading it.

    This time was different to him, as he still cried like the mental wreck he still was and no one could tell the difference.

    Laka reported to Sarsa. ¡±He is out, he needs a time to find himself again. You won¡ät be able to get his help for now.¡±

    ¡°Not the worst moment for Husband to nod off, but still not ideal.¡± Looking around the Naga looking alien Nagasha called out. ¡°Has the scout team reached the tunnel?! What is there to see?¡±

    From the viewing hole turned manned gun emplacement position the wife answered. ¡±Not yet, they still got a bit to walk, Tris seems to be unhappy about something, she is waving her arms around to the other scouts,¡±

    That got a verbal acknowledgment from Sarsa. ¡°Noted.¡± Then a verbal critic. ¡°Don¡ät look at me! Eyes out front. You are the guard on look out,¡± Managing to make the woman on the gun, twitch in fear and refocus her attention back out into the tunnel.

    Then first wife shifted her attention back to herding the cats. ¡°Everyone else getting ready or at least not into trouble?¡± She asked Vixa.

    ¡°Yes they are getting a gun in each hand and double checking that all the stuff is stored well.¡±

    Shifting her attention to the current train operator, which of course again was the Gohb woman, and asked. ¡°Train ready to flee to buy time?¡±

    ¡°Yup! Just swapping out the magazine packs for fresh ones to make sure they are fully charged,¡± The green menace said whilst changing packs around in a flurry. The scene looked like a to well stocked machine shop with stuff laying in disorderly piles. No one but the Gohb knew what power pack held how much charge.

    Giving that one a nodding acknowledgment, Sarsa then moved on to the old game of waiting for responses. She did all she could do, so might as well sit or lay comfortable until decisions needed to be made again.

    This turned into a not too long rest as the report from the tunnel scouts came by being yelled back down to the train, echoing of the walls nicely and being heard very good at the top of the train.

    ¡°It is a mining shaft. No one here, but the tunnel looks used and maintained.¡±

    ¡°What about the lights shining from the mine into our tunnel?¡± The Nagasha yelled back, at the same time using her tail to try and order the Gohb to drive forwards.

    The attempt of tail gesture communications failed. But she did get an answer yelled back. ¡°Lamps from the tunnels that got abandoned down here. They are dusty but still look fine.¡±

    As the tail failed, the head was needed to get her orders across. ¡°Drives us closer to the mine.¡±

    A short while and some released, relaxed Karl later, they where at the edge of the the mine-shaft tunnel intersection. The section they let even Karl-Heinz have a look into was a huge empty cavern where ore once must have resided but very meticulously got extracted.

    To that Karl-Heinz did have some insights to share. ¡°Why haven¡ät they filled this hole in again yet? The whole buildings or landscape up top would come down, when this caves in eventually.¡±

    This earned him some odd looks from the less broadly educated women around him. Which then turned into Laka playing mediator or translator. ¡°Why would this cave in? It is stone and stone is a very strong material to build out of.¡±

    ¡°Yeah it is strong, but as wood and metal, stone also decays and gets eaten away at by water. Soooo eventually this will collapse, especially with that much weight of more stone on top above us. Seems like we are under a mountain too. Look how high the stone goes and no dirt in sight! I didn¡ät dig that deep down or didn¡ät try to go deeper.¡±

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    Sarsa then retook control of the situation. ¡°Fascinating as that may be, we still got places to be. So Husband, if you may, we need to continue on and get farther away from the fighting line.¡±

    ¡°Yeah you are right.¡± Karl answered in a voice that made Laka glare at Sarsa in all burning judgment. But neither of the two women pushed that issue any further.

    They issued everyone back on the train and then continued on wards forward thru the cave and continued their travels. Still Karl-Heinz did insist on closing off the Tunnel behind them for reasons of safety. Not telling his harem that he also tried to remove all traces of them having driven thru the cave. Then feeling insecure as he again did that crafting job blind, fearing he did a bad job.

    - - -

    Spending the rest of that travel day moping, in between distractions, about the fears of doing a poor job in covering up their Tracks. The day ends again in a new quickly shaped cavern. But if they did go under a hill or even a mountain, they managed to get to the other side, as test Tunnels for fresh air managed to breach the surface and give them more sweet fresh un-breathed air.

    A brave adventurous soul also stuck her head into the ventilation shaft and mumbled something that no one was able to understand. The flailing of her limbs then indicated that she needed help to get her head unstuck.

    Once removed she did repeat her findings for all to hear. ¡°The air down here is super stuffy and stale! And I was able to see the sky!¡±

    This ringed alarm bells in Karl-Heinz head. If she was able to see the sky, that meant that anyone could just poor water into the shaft or trow grenades at them. So to counter that, every ventilation shaft now got a huge collection cave under it and under their current floor. So that water or explosives may be noticed before becoming a big issue or simply exploding out of reach of damaging them more than a strong stray wind.

    Laka being the best-est guard dog good girl and the bane of most of the under loved rest of the harem, had Karl placed back into time out for the rest of the day after he was lost in drawing ever more complex anti everything sketch blue prints on the wall and floor. So that he could force relax in her fur and in bed.

    Tris helped her this time, finding it very funny to give him a bit of family approved, but in her mind well deserved payback. So when Laka needed to get up to relive herself, Tris pinned their man to the bed by being the weighted blanket.

    - - -

    The next morning Karl was again surrounded by women. Tris was still on top of him, the fur moist with his sweat. But his arms must have wandered out on their own as each hand, on both sides of Tris, where pressed against something of breast soft firmness. His legs where also being touched by fur-less skin, so someone or someones where trying to get his attention down there too.

    But his sens of touch in his feet was rather poor, as is a given for most humans, as such he had no idea what was going on on that end of his body. His head was pinned in Tris cleavage, so he was able to somewhat easily ish breath thru the mountain valley of his still current time out girl.

    Him waking up and twitching, struggling, feeling around, grabbing, groping, did get noticed from someone. Sadly for him that didn¡ät seem to mean that he was being freed. Instead it seemed that they started playing with his accessible limbs. Tris was still enjoying pinning him way to much to move ore maybe even wake up.

    This fetish dream of someone other than him, went on for some time, but lucky for him all good times must end. So Karl-Heinz was very revealed when someone said something that his mammarian earmuffs blocked out, that got Tris removed from on top of him.

    Once able to see the light again and have the sight of others touch his body, the crowd was disappointed. His morning wood had come, got ignored or gone unnoticed by Tris and went away again.

    The women who had his hands and Arms occupied thankfully had stopped what ever they were doing before Tris got up and Laka and Sarsa where Standing tall in the current newest fuck room glaring discipline into everyone present.

    No idea what to do next with his live, let alone what to do next laying in bed to unfuck his misery factory head, he fell back onto what works somewhat and starts with his morning routine of self cheat skill cleaning. Then checking his clothes and so on.

    At the same time, his for him planed schedule got revealed to him by Sarsa. ¡°Seems like you are doing well enough husband. And this morning we need you as quick as possible. So eat your food and then please make the new home. I gave Laka the layout of the rooms we think we will need, so she will, as usual, be glad to guide and aid you.¡±

    Shifting her gaze over to Tris, the first wife continued. ¡±You missed the planning session, so the short version is to led you guard the exit once Husband get around to making that.¡±

    Tris tried to make a snide remark, but got suppressed by the still on pushing, most likely overworked Nagasha. ¡°Yes I know that is the usual way we do it, still better save than sorry and have confirmation everyone could have known what they are supposed to do. You are free to do your thing otherwise.¡±

    This deflated Tris a bit, with a grumpy frown on her face, a quick ¡°Fiiiiiinnnnneeeeee¡± on her lips, she slouch trotted on all fours out of the room. But she couldn¡ät resist to trow back at least one snide comment. ¡°Gona bug the T-Benchers instead for a bit then.¡±

    This did get Sarsa¡äs and Laka¡äs eyes to twitch a bit. So Sarsa was forced to send a runner with. ¡°You! Get Vaskra to watch the T-Benchers that they don¡ät go to overboard.¡± Which earned her a quick this harem¡äs family lewd salute and the running off of the half naked wife.

    The wife running did have Karl¡äs attention for a moment, the jiggling of their assets whilst running was a very rare thing to see in a cramped underground environment after all.

    Focus back on him, Laka took over the guiding nurturing part of this good morning welcome. ¡°Now you seem ready, so lets get you feed and then on to work. Lots to do. Lots to get in order.¡±

    Having gotten a last minute idea in her head, Sarsa slithered into their way and carefully injected a request.¡± Could you maybe first make the exit and first line of defense, that way the scouts could start their day and get us started on our outside work.¡±

    This earned a glare from Laka, as the tone of voice was soothing and soft, the choice of words where good enough, given that she is more a army officer in need of powerful commands to the other troop wives, but it all falls apart as the effect it has on Karl-Heinz.

    He in his mountain of issues, had it rain down on his psyche and after it trickled thru the gravel, sediment and stones of his mind, reach him in the way a fire alarm reaches a fire fighters department.

    So Laka knew how futile it was to try and stop him, instead she judging glared at the withering form of Sarsa, who was slithering along next to them much closer than usual to the floor, as they all wandered to the North end of the cave.

    The cheat speed crafting of an entrance was a quick thing, he had enough practice and was at the moment perfectly well rested, so this time it even got a few stylish engraving patterns on the walls. Nothing special like big epic depictions of lore or fantasy, just some simple wavy lines to break up the monotony of smooth stone walls.

    The harem was still an eager and busy bunch, so the moment fresh air could be seen at the end of the long flight of stairs, the scouts rushed up and out.

    Leaving Laka, Karl, Sarsa and the rest to man the defensive posts, to fill the anti spy dust buckets and to drag Karl-Heinz off to a healthy life style of getting him feed.

    ¡°Stop trying to rush things that can wait.¡± Laka tried to gently chide her husband.

    ¡°But it was a quick thing and now they can start doing their own work.¡± Came the situation focused defense.

    ¡°Yes, but that was not my point. You need to stop to try and please everyone and be a bit more selfish. Look at you, you have slimmed down in weight. Which looks good, but you should still eat enough to not starve. We need you as much in 5 years time as we need you now.¡±

    ¡°But given how much you all want to need me, I would be a sucked empty husk, milked dry of all white liquid.¡± He tried to playfully defend, but it in his flat voice it came over as accusatory.

    Accusatory enough that their progress was now slowed by a crowd off wives trying to guard the husband from imaginary possible rapists.

    Laka knowing that she did not have the ability to argue a two front war with Karl and the over zealous protective detail, just sighed and concentrated back on Karl-Heinz.¡± That is true, yes, but still not my point. I guard you most times of most days, still my fur is groomed and my breasts and butt big and well feed.¡±

    This got Karl-Heinz to check mentioned assets, which of course where put on display very well by the Lopen women, as she posed her curves for him to ogle at in her well fitting fur flattening clothes. But this much sexuality in his focus had follow up effects.

    First, he got hard, as a sort of late morning wood, because he didn¡ät have a wife ride that rod home this morning.

    Second, most of his focus shifted from what ever he was thinking of in the conversation and his eyes where on the sex appeal of the closest of wives, yet rarest of lays.

    Fourth, he was to focused on the breasts, that he misstep-ed sideways, tripped against on of the wall of women legs and then ended up falling. He managed to reach a 30 degree angle, compared to his upright position, before being stopped by the wall around him, landing head first on someones shoulder.

    Before his body was able to relax the rest of the way to the floor, the alerted crowd managed to pass past their reaction time and catch him mid paused fall.

    With a not broken nose, but a bruised face. The morning had an not so ideal start.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 51 : New Morning, Familiar Issues / Diplomatic Solutio

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    Chapter 51 : New Morning, Familiar Issues / Diplomatic Solutions

    As he looked like he may have gotten injured and being surrounded by a hyped up over protective crowd of ever dedicated loving wives eager to prove their love, Karl-Heinz was shoved in front of Doc faster than the Kohb had the chance to realize, that she got abducted and dragged to Karl¡äs convoy half of the way.

    So now they where squatting in the middle of the yet to be properly shaped main storage cavern, in an open spot that was about to get filled with boxes being unloaded from the Train.

    Before Doc could verbalize clarification questions, fast fingers pointed at Karl-Heinz facial bruising and hands forced to poor Doc¡äs head to also look the right way and take almost to close looks at kissing distance.

    This did show of one advantage of having a snout, as that did giver her eyes enough distance to ge a better overview. It also gave her enough room to be able to use her mouth. ¡°Let go off me! Yes I see our husband is hurt, now let go that I can do my job!¡±

    This did get Doc the room she needed and Laka the time to concussion maintenance these wives zealousness back into tolerable levels. The big Lopen did not need to bang everyone, just enough examples and the ones in the best viewed positions.

    Almost done being smeared with some cream, Karl asks. ¡°Can we get to breakfast now? I still want to get the bunker complex done today and then ...¡± He stopped and realized that he had forgotten what other plans he wanted to try out or needed to do.

    He did remember that he was overseeing the T-Benchers in the power-drill task, that he had many women who where eager to spend quality time with him and some random small aspects of life that he should try to work on. Yet he had no big overarching goal to work on again. Nothing of a big goal to work towards.

    He wanted a lot of small things, like his porn, his snacks and drinks, at the same time he was swimming in sex and willing eager social contacts.

    He just now realized that he had lost most of his old creature comforts, only to gain all the things he was bemoaning to be missing in his past life on earth.

    All that and he still was not truly happy. He still was feeling down and worthless.

    As Karl-Heinz was standing there, not responding to Doc¡äs questions and the light band-aid on his face, going over his nose to keep the cream from smearing, Laka noticed and sighed. ¡°He has one of his moments again. Lets guide him to breakfast and hope he gets out of it soon enough.¡±

    As Laka had feared, before they managed to get Karl-Heinz to the current corner where food was being stored and handed out, the alarms got rung and all hell broke lose. Vaskra was busy getting women into gear and then into the defensive positions. Sarsa was busy out of sight, Laka was trying to get a woman to get Karl some form of breakfast or even just a snack, whilst Tris was very enthusiastically dragging Laka Sara and Karl-Heinz to the entrance of the soon to be bunker system.

    Karl-Heinz for his part was still lost in his own world of thoughts, lost in the misery of his persistent depression, following outside requests like a good build android, but any more complex order got only a lost blank stare as reply.

    So the Harem finds itself in the newest big greeting room, without a cable powered diagonal elevator yet installed, watching the stairs like a cat watching a pray hiding spot. Karl was sitting behind cover near the tunnel that would go deeper into the bunker.

    Tris was standing next to Karl and ready to enter into the, as she named it, party room, but no fancy armor on her this time, only ammunition and her normal clothes.

    Laka was on the other side of Karl, read to grab him and bodily carry him to safety.

    Sarsa was waiting for more reactions from above as the scouts had been downstairs for a quick report and then ran back upstairs again.

    Vaskra was doing back room work and organizing the next possible steps of action. Still more wives where walking in on the defenses with better put on clothes and more orderly equipped Wests of stuff and weapons.

    Scavera was exactly where she needed to be, meaning nowhere to be seen.

    After a short wait, with Karl-Heinz still staring blankly at the opposite wall, still lost in his maelstrom of bad thoughts, food arrived. Delivered by the joyful as she can pretend to be Lucy, then gaining in joy as she got assigned the task of feeding their husband. Which as it turned out was an easy enough thing to do, he didn¡ät fight or complain, he just followed the requested simple actions and quietly continued to contemplate his existence.

    Before anything major could happen, the scouts came down and gave reports of not much consequence every few minutes, they had managed to finish feeding Karl and had gotten the wine supplies brought up.

    Trying to get him to drink as much as possible. But this time he did not comply as easily. He was depressed and socially inept, not dumb. He did have an urgency to be of as much help as his emotionally impaired self could be and he realized fast that they where trying to distract and drug him.

    Problem for them was, he was for once not interested in being distracted. Thru what ever mix of dreadful emotions swimming in his head, he was interested in finding the bedrock of this rabbit hole, but not able to un clench his pride enough to ask for a conversation partner.

    To Karl-Heinz, all the pieces where in place to try and maybe untangle his fucked up mind a bit, but he was his own biggest blockade in this issue.

    As he reluctantly was taking a few more sips on the quarter emptied first bottle, where last time at this moment he had been 3 bottles deep, Tris came to his rescue. She kneeled down next to him and pushed away the bottle he was drinking from, spilling some of the liquid over him.

    With a serious not grinning face she took all of his attention in on her stern face. ¡°Stop it, you can have your issues later, now you are here with the girls in the trench. We need you as a sister, so break what you need or scratch your arm, then focus on the fight.¡±

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    This of course earned the headstrong woman a lot of glares and wishes for the power of actually lethal death stares from Laka, but non stopped her, as they all did not have a better plan to get Karl-Heinz into fighting shape right now.

    Karl for his part was kicked out of his mental death spiral, stared blankly at Tris, then grabbed her head and kissed her. He didn¡ät cry, even though he felt like he should, but he just couldn¡ät, that ability was blocked to him for this moment.

    Tris for her part lost her own focus, a kiss from her husband was rare and a one stolen from him instead of the other way around was even more so. Her head started swimming with love and affection, moving closer and grabbing the poor man right into a tight hug, squeezing him against her belly, between her breasts. Claws trying to get a good grip on his pants to either pull them down or shred them out of the way.

    Then pain made her vision turn from the pink taint to a short flash of darkness. She let go of Karl-Heinz, dropping him a short distance to the ground. Looking around Tris then saw Laka with a now very damaged gun, held and swung like a club. ¡°Why did you do THAT!¡± Tris yelled in frustration and rage, not yet fully back to the urgency of the situation around them.

    Laka for her part used one arm to pull Karl out from under Tris, trust the very damaged weapon into his arms and then used the now empty hand to deliver a follow up fist punch into Tris glaring face.

    Before Tris was done with shaking her head back into a position to yell again, Laka said, whilst pointing towards the entrance of the greeting room. ¡°Battle now, sex sometime different!¡±

    This managed to flush the rest of Tris arousal confusion out of her system, instead replacing it with equally hard to control rage. ¡°Understood.¡± She said, then swung the main door open and stepped out into the greeting room and with weapon in hand, made her way towards the exit.

    Karl-Heinz had managed to get out of his dark thoughts and had a task he could do, so he went ahead and repaired the gun he held in his hands, then tried to make it a bit better with some tasteful engravings of dragons and spinning swirling lines. Milking the entertainment and distraction out of this quick task. He also barely heard the diplomatic incident in the making with Tris and Sarsa screaming at each other over the sensible or quick way to resolve this issue.

    The end of that conversation gave Karl the next thing he could work on. They need a solution for this issue.

    No

    He first needs to know what the issue even is. He was so trapped in his own mind that he even less than usual had not been informed of what is going on. Also rash actions are frowned upon, even though they never punish him for his fuck ups, so he tries to be a team player first.

    ¡°Doggo? What even happened that we all are now waiting for the next invasion. Why not close up for now and then do the planny thingy?¡± He asked with a bland and calm voice.

    This did shock Laka and she first had to gently put away the current bottle of calm him down drink. She bought a bit more time to not answer, by straightening and flatten her head fur down a bit. ¡°So you know we were trying to get trade deals going?¡±

    He had watched her with a focused gaze and nodded yes as reply.

    ¡°You also know that people may not like being raided and killed?¡± She looked at him with a careful judging look, not yet quite sure of how mentally present he was or if his mind was half busy battling its own demons still. The slight frown and nod she got seemed like a good enough indicator that he was mostly present to Laka.

    ¡°Well Sarsa wants to try diplomacy, but in a place where she can¡ät get killed from a stray arrow or what not and also to avoid that faith for our sister wives. Then there is the issue that Tris could likely survive any attacks, but is bad at diplomacy.¡±

    Karl was thinking for a moment, then nodded yes again. Then he went into action against everyone¡äs wishes. He crafted open a narrow walk way thru his part of the defenses walls, just the right sice to stop Laka from quickly following him.

    But Laka was on high alert and had both eyes and ears on him. She grabbed him with surprising speed and stopped him from doing something poorly planned and most likely stupid. ¡°No husband! We are a family.¡±

    ¡°Harem¡± he tossed in with what little deviance he could muster over being stopped against his ill planned will.

    ¡°We are a GROUP! So you try talking with us before I let you wander off.¡± She half growled at him, whilst dragging him away from his escape opening.

    ¡°I wanted to just go upstairs and spray them with my smell. Seems to make everyone lose their minds in a not rage kill kill way.¡± He blurted out with a blank look, then tried to take a step towards his hole again.

    ¡°Ok that is an idea. But not enough. Lets both go to Sarsa.¡± She said and kept one of her hands on his good arm, half dragging him along to the big still open main doors. She could squeeze thru the hole, but why risk it.

    Karl-Heinz for his part was trying to help, just in odd ways, so he cooperated and walked along with Laka. At the same time re-closing the opening to make his defenses perfect again.

    Both Tris and Sarsa quickly noticed the man leaving the defenses and stepped over closer towards him. Tris looked excited, but Sarsa managed to get in the first reaction whilst looking at Laka. ¡°Is he feeling good enough again?¡±

    Laka nodded yes.

    Tris then spoke up with her idea. ¡°Then we can all go up and I play laser catcher for us, whilst you talk with horny bitches.¡±

    Karl-Heinz nodded yes to Tris, tried to start walking, but after one and a half steps got held back by Laka. This caused him to half hang in the air, held up by one leg on the ground and his arm hanging on Laka¡äs outstretched arm.

    Sarsa took control as she was being rapidly out voted in the opinions of solution ways, causing her to rather go with the flow of a forced action with sensible guidance. It seemed better than a forced action with the heavy need of later promises and bribes to up moral again. The Nagasha never would have gotten this close to Tris without the situation of a front-line war camp and Karl-Heinz as catalyst.

    Either way it made the first wife really understand the hatred most commanding officers displayed to most canon fodder bitches.

    With a heavy sigh Sarsa gestured Tris to the front of their little group and towards the stairs. Whilst they all got moving with herself in second place and Karl behind her with Laka as rear guard, she yelled out to the defenses. ¡°Send up a runner after us. This may take a minute or hours. We are going up and will try to negotiate up top.¡±

    Already regretting her submitting to this bad and very not save plan, Sarsa then said to Tris. ¡°Keep your weapon low, no need to scare them. I decide if we shoot first. So you wait for command or until we get shot at for your fun!¡±

    ¡°Understood.¡± Came as a plain monotone reply, Tris wanted action, but getting the show over faster was the compromise she was willing to accept as good enough.

    Sarsa moving on snake tail did result in Tris and Sarsa reaching the surface quite a bit earlier than Karl and Laka. So much earlier that the Nagasha was already hearing the heated questions of the local representative off some sort. Only for that argument to dry up as the liquids of the local women body''s were needed on the not talking pair of lips.

    Karl being the highest value person of the Harem, meant that Tris and Laka quickly boxed him in, mostly obscuring the view off him from the sides. He still wanted to be able to listen well and so stepped up next to Sarsa¡äs torso. This closeness gave Sarsa a rather nice argument boost.

    A bargaining chip she tried to cash in right away for maximum effect. ¡°So here is the deal. You will send us food and materials and what ever else we may want and in exchange we will produce or repair what ever machine needs you may have, I mean on a scale of a factory, so you all may want to build a road here.¡±

    Waiting a bit and looking at the drooling faces of the local women, Sarsa got no response. So she made the power move to try and regain their attention. The Nagasha coiled her tail around Karl and hugged him against her belly and chest, one arm on his crotch, the other arm around his chest pulling him closer. ¡°My Man! I am first wife! You must prove yourself worthy if you want to join.¡±

    This got the women, local farmers and a handyman by the looks of their clothes, to come out of their stupor. Not all of them stopped staring, but most of them did.

    ¡°So who is in charge of you lot?¡± Sarsa demands to know whilst holding the power grab on Karl a bit longer.

    He for his part has no idea what to think about it and just stays relaxed against Sarsa. Laka and Tris move up a bit forward to again better Shield Karl-Heinz in his slightly shifted position.

    ¡°I am. Miss?¡± A older but still very attractive woman proclaims from the middle of the audience crowd.

    Which earned her Sarsa¡äs and Karl¡äs attention. Karl for his part first frowned about how unfair this world is for even the elderly to still have the looks of a body and pretty enough fave to be a marketable porn super star in looks. Then he shifted over to a slight smile as it meant that his harem no matter how old would always get him hard.

    Sarsa and the body guards didn¡ät notice Karl-Heinz¡äs rare expressions, so he only distracted the opposing crowd. Sarsa did then continue to hone her diplomatic skills as best she could. ¡°SO I am first wive, but no, I claim no titles that make me special. I do want to get deals of non aggression going and further deals of trade and respected Independence. Now tell me if you can make these deals or get who has the authority to do so here.¡±

    ¡°Of course of course, I will get them here immediately. Until then can I invite you into my house and offer you some tea?¡± The old women said as she slowly gestures to a few women and waves them off to go running.

    Karl being socially overwhelmed, tries to be nice and step forwards to the crowd and accept the invitation. Instead he stumbles around a bit as Sarsa misinterprets his forward movement as wanting to return to Laka, ending up with him stumbling and half falling half getting handed over back to Laka.

    This display of clumsiness gets the group swarmed closer by concerned onlookers trying to save the innocent man being wrangled like a abused puppy.

    This prompted Laka to call it quits and once again full body grab Karl-Heinz and run for cover down the stairs.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 52 : Diplomatic Solutions / Conflict Rewards

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    Chapter 52 : Diplomatic Solutions / Conflict Rewards

    So far it seems that stumbling over Sarsa¡äs coils and looking like he is getting kidnapped, was the most impact-full political blunder Karl-Heinz managed to pull of. As he was being small boy carried down into the save embrace of the bunker, Tris and Sarsa had all there hands full with grappling the enraged or aroused mob, trying to prevent them from following Laka down the stairs.

    The whole thing lucky enough went so fast that Tris was not able to properly raise her gun and turn it into a massacre. Still judging by the after action report, he was now sitting in, in the new quickly made mess hall with proper brunch in front of him, Tris managed to use her mass, claws and axiom strengthening ability to make quite a few puddles of blood.

    But Sarsa seemed mostly optimistic that no too bad repercussions would come from that event, as she did only try to push the farmers away instead of actively maiming them or ending them. Which Tris did manage to do. No limbs or bodies would besmirch this bunkers reputation. Tris was also not really a cannibal, so she had no way of hiding any such trophies turned snacks.

    The mood was a bit down, but they where all save and the peaceful options where still a thing. As a precaution Karl did get asked to close the door up for now, as that was enough action for the next few hours and the actual woman in power needed to first get to the bunker anyway.

    As luck would have it, they surfaced in the middle of nowhere and are rather far away from any bigger transportation line.

    No trains or big roads or harbors near by to open up any big trade, aside from what can be fit on a hand drawn cart, and that cart can¡ät be to big to be able to handle the dirt roads reaching the fields.

    Karl-Heinz wasn¡ät much paying attention to what was happening more than one meter away from him, Tris managed to grab most of his attention by kissing and getting her husband needs teased or even edged with his face and hands.

    The big girl was all for sharing him with the rest of the wives, but she didn¡ät like to many eyes on the actual action in bed. Tris after all still had preferences and agencies that she didn¡ät see the need or motivation to break with.

    Laka was half used to this kind of situation. It was only a question of when it would happen instead of if. Still she had Sara in close by with the action, watching the guard in training squirm and fight against her own arousal. It hopefully was a good training for her. Judging by the look on Sara¡äs face it did look like a work in progress.

    Eventually the mission debrief came to an end and Tris had some urgent needs to scratch.

    Quickly Karl was carried away in the arms of the big Cannidor, with him pressed against her chest. Laka and Sara hot on her heels and keeping up their guard duties. When the door to the new Fuck room closed, Tris called out. ¡°I just know you are here, so show yourself and you can join in. But stay mostly visible or you end up in a position you won¡ät enjoy.¡±

    To Tris slightly frustrated growling, Scavera showed herself as having entered the room at some point before the door had closed, there was enough time for her to enter before or even with the two Tallest of women of the current party. She didn¡ät answer Tris, just gave a sly grin and a short nod.

    Not needing to disrobe, being a nudist most of the time and every-time she uses her species ability of stealth, the Clocan instead goes and helps Karl-Heinz to get out of his clothes. Tris would have shredded them out of impatience, but Scavera had the time whilst the shark lady was busy getting out of her own clothes.

    Already teasing the man with gently kisses and sneaked in licks, he is nice and half hard before his underwear even hits the floor. He also is on his back facing the ceiling before Tris is able to finish disrobing herself, with the sneaky spy stealing the first ride for herself.

    Very wet and very very slowly she uses her hands and hips to guide the penis into her snatch and then let it slide deeper into her vagina. She let out a soft pleased long moan. The other free hand holding Karl¡äs hand against her big round breasts.

    Scavera was losing herself to the bliss of the moment, enjoying him growing to his full size within her, completely ignoring the complaints Tris was shouting her way, as the big woman was almost out of the rest of her clothes.

    ¡°Ohi! That is my fuck you are trying to steal there.¡± Tris shouts as she finishes disrobing.

    The sneaky woman turned her head to Tris and grinning answered. ¡°There is no trying here.¡± Now having both of her hands rubbing Karl¡äs hands against her breasts, moaning from a more speedy decent down on the penis.

    But thieves need to be unnoticed until they are in the clear. Scavera was not even close to getting Karl-Heinz to orgasm. So Tris claimed her price by grabbing the lizard around the torso and flung the comparatively light woman off the bed and half way thru the room.

    Before Scavera could start grunting and cursing her position on the floor, bruises of bad choices redeveloping from the rough impact, Tris climbed her prized steed, assuming the same position her competition just got removed out of. Moaning as she got into a rhythm of pounding his penis hard and fast on the way in and slowly gently on the way out.

    Karl for his part was just confused, it felt like he should punish both of them for this kind of actions, but as Laka didn¡ät seem to mind and both women didn¡ät escalate the issue further, he stayed laying and complicit below his strongest and meanest wife. His mind was half busy pondering the implications of this kind of rough housing.

    But his attention got fully focused towards sex when the second pair of legs folded around him. Scavera was not done being horny and went ahead to request oral fun from him. Now his mouth, hands and penis were to busy to have any other thoughts in his head. Leading him to going full in on enjoying this ride.

    He was a person eager to please others and be loved for the help he tried to provide. Now that help came on one end in staying hard for Tris and on the other end in doing his absolute best in sticking his tongue into the vagina.

    The staying hard part came easy as he was very encouraged by Tris fast hard ground shaking pounding.

    The eating vagina part he felt like he was falling short as his tongue rubbed around and around, not knowing that his spit was so full of pheromones that simple wet kisses could be enough to get off any of his alien lovers.

    Scavera for her part was losing her mind as she got hit after hit after hit of love pheromones overloading her system and making her moan uncontrolled in orgasm after orgasm. Rubbing her vagina into his face with all the force and lack off grace she could manage.

    Before Tris manages to get Karl-Heinz over the top for a proper big load of cum shot, Scavera finally got to exhausted from all the orgasms and blacked out, She fell backwards against Tris and then got brushed away to the side where she fell and laid on the bed next to them, one leg still over Karl¡äs face.

    Which gave the land shark a whole minute of extra fun time as she was chasing her own orgasms after wave of fun, after precum orgasm.

    Today was working very well for his lovers.

    Non of the ones present cared to ask what may have changed, as they where all to busy in their bliss of fucking.

    Finally Tris managed to get Karl-Heinz to shoot his load deep into her and she made sure it went as deep as she could manage to get it.

    In the corner Sara was standing in a statue like pose, unwilling to move a single muscle, whilst the smell of the air made her pants visibly wet.

    Laka was sitting on the floor eagerly rubbing herself, whilst still paying half attention to her guard duty.

    Tris relaxed down forward from the exhaustion of her wild ride, pinning Karl in his position on the bed again. Yet this time was no time out and he had a clear head. ¡°Can you please get of me, I want to move.¡± Which shocked Tris a bit out of her post orgasm fogged mind and made Scavera twitch as the feeling of his speech breath against his leg was an unexpected sensation.

    Both women soon complied, Scavera pulling herself completely to the side of him and Tris gently rising off of him and kneeling on the bed next to him, towering looming with her height, waiting for what he wants next.

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    Karl for his part stretched his body as good as he could and then sat up to get a better view of the room. He then saw all the women in the room with him, all of them wet and looking ready to play succubus.

    He wanted to make them all happy, or rather try to please them all. But he knew that would complicate things when Sara or Laka where supposed to stay out and stand guard. Scavera and Tris just had a round with him, so he was lost how to continue with how the situation was currently.

    Lucky for him and his indecisiveness. Tris and Scavera managed to only need a short break and where now reposition-ed on the bed on all fours on their knees and had their tails in the air. There heads craned around back to look at him expectantly with their long necks. Tris even was spreading her muscular legs out to her sides a bit to get even lower with her long limbs.

    So Karl-Heinz went with the flow and went into position behind the women, starting off with the easier to reach Scavera, moving in behind her, rubbing his half hard penis against her and letting the smell of the room together with her oddly sexy eager grin and big assets get him fully hard again. First rubbing against the outside of the to well lubed lips and soon enough getting hard enough to push into the depths of her folds.

    Tris of course wouldn¡ät just sit around and wait until it was her turn again. That would be way to boring, especially when this was currently her time. So she went behind Karl and started kissing his lips long and lustfully with all the tongue she could get, rubbing over is slightly sweaty body and letting her soft hand fur tease him into feeling good.

    What had the most effect on Karl-Heinz was Tris rubbing her hard nipples against him and pressing her soft firm pillows against his back. Making him shudder from the affection.

    Scavera for her part was unable to do much, she was pinned into position whilst Karl set the speed and rhythm of the pounding she was getting. She had tried to aid him to speed it up, but that ended in a miss matched failure of half speed up trusts and half unmoving trusts that went nowhere. So she coiled her tail around his belly, playfully smacking his ass with the tip of her tail every now and again.

    Karl for his part was getting overloaded with the attention again, unable to process all the caring touches and affections they where giving him and so he instead focused on keeping up his trusts. Speeding up when he could and wasn¡ät stopped by Tris hands or slowing down when Tris had a more eager moment in the intense kissing, stealing his breath.

    Over all the slurping noises from his trusts and the wet kisses, Karl did hear the happy lustful moans of Scavera. He thinks he maybe also heard Laka moaning too, but that was not his job to care about or his current partner to please. His hands grabbed as good as they could on to Scavera¡äs butt, congratulating himself on how well his control of his crippled arm with the prosthetic has gotten again.

    Tris pulled back and whispered into his ear. ¡°We all love you man, shoot your load, fill your bride till she bursts.¡± Which was then followed by a lick of his ear and more kissing.

    Sort of knowing that Tris was charming him, yet it did not penetrate his social issues to properly reach his head. Still he was slowly and steady building up to an orgasm and giving how much time he was pumping away on this one, being distracted from his bad thoughts and held warm by so much fluffy big breasts pressed against him, the load felt like it would be a big one.

    Slowly and surely he was feeling the emotions build up in him. Every trust a bit more, every miss placed lick lessening his arousal dragging out Scavera¡äs fun a bit more. The Cloaken woman had many orgasms so far and was having another one right this moment, squeezing and sucking with her internal muscles on the penis within her.

    Another soft push forward from the lovely big breasts of Tris, then triggered his orgasm. Karl trusted a bit faster than before, still limited by the two women restricting his movements a bit, shooting his load in three big squirts all over the insides of Scavera¡äs vagina walls.

    Lucky for Scavera, she was used to the sensation the contact of his cum caused in her, flooding her system with even more of his hormones and messenger chemicals. Still it overwhelmed her enough for her to just sag down on her breasts and slide forwards off his penis. Laying there with his cum drooling out of her vagina and her brain flooded with pure bliss.

    Tris saw that display of post nut shutdown and commented. ¡°She seems to get hit real hard when ever she gets a load of your cum. You think the Cloaken are weaker in that regard?¡±

    Being very calm and relaxing in the still tight grip from Tris holding him upright, he answers. ¡°Maybe, the others ran off, so it may just be a her thing instead of a Cloaken thing.¡± He also had no clear plan of what to do next, but he had shot two loads and his Harem all knew he was most times good for only three rounds before needing a bigger break.

    So oddly enough, Laka was half over Scavera and sniffing and licking his penis before it had the chance to go fully soft again. Which Tris commented with a grin. ¡°Soooo big Lopen lady now needs her round too for a change? Your fingers not good enough anymore?¡±

    Tris scanned the room and saw Sara still managing to hold her position and dignified pose, even though her pants looked like she pissed her self with the over production of liquids. ¡°Seems like the new guard so far past her test for you to join in then.¡± Tris grinned wide as she swung her head back around to look again at Laka.

    Laka didn¡ät answer and was to busy enjoying licking and sucking on Karl¡äs penis, tasting and savoring the last drips of cum still on and in his dick.

    Tris didn¡ät like holding her current position any longer so she took the initiative. ¡°Karl, lay on me and my breasts!¡± She commanded, moving around on the bed to lay down fully next to Scavera, who was still not even twitching.

    Then she sat up and grabbed Karl-Heinz by one arm and pulled him down on her belly, his butt on her hips, his head and neck on her mountain of breasts. He was facing the ceiling, not quit knowing how to react, but that didn¡ät perturb his wives.

    Laka followed along and was not done with her oral fun. Laying between Tris spread legs, knees and legs over the edge of the bed on the floor, mouth on his penis, hands switching between breasts, nipples, her vagina and some penis and balls fondling.

    All in all the Lopen looked happy and Tris again found joy in teasing Karl with her roaming hands over his body, not finding much reactions from playing with his nipples or sensitive areas, but still enjoying him being close by and trying to figure out how to kiss him in that position. Her neck was not quite flexible or long enough to get her snout down there.

    The work on the balls seemed to slowly bear fruits as Karl-Heinz penis slowly rose to duty again. Laka was just to good with that tongue to not get a rouse out of him. She was deep-throating the whole penis without needing to suppress her gag reflex with her muzzle alone. Letting her tongue occasionally stick out and lick his hairy balls.

    After a while of gentle, slow and methodical oral pleasure, his penis fully hardened again. Given Laka the go ahead to stick the dick in the seemingly most preferred hole of his harem. Doing this shift of position in a methodical way, Laka got Tris to close her legs and Karl to close his own legs too. Then she got up and over Karl with her feet on both sides of his hips and lowering herself down onto the raised of the ground hard penis of her husband.

    Putting in the little twist that Laka assumed the position of reverse cowgirl, showing of her well defined ass muscles in her squatting position, facing away from his face and torso, but gaining much more room to plant her arms and being in a quadrupedal stance.

    Tris was playing nice and had guided the penis into her waiting wet folds. Finding that at the same time sniffing Karl¡äs hair was also a fun thing to do for her.

    Karl himself was again a bit overloaded and didn¡ät know what quite to do, so he focused his arms on staying in the center of Tris torso and chest. His head slowly sinking deeper into the cleavage of Tris as slight jiggles moved the flesh aside and gravity pulled his head deeper.

    Then Laka started twerking herself to heaven. It worked very well to let the magic friction happen, but it had the side effect of displaying Karl with a view that just managed to make him remember all of his worst butt shaking related memes and got him to laugh out loud.

    This got the whole scene to a halt. Tris looked confused at the giggling man. Scavera got up and moved her head over Karl, looking down next to Tris head. Laka froze in what she was doing, trying to look back at Karl-Heinz, unwilling to abandon her position, but unsure of what was happening.

    Sara as the only person, held her post and was still doing her guard duty.

    This much attention, once he managed to notice it, broke him out of his giggling and he froze too for a short while. But this time Karl felt so awkward that he tried to the defuse the attention on him with action. He slapped Laka¡äs butt hard enough to make the skin ripple and jiggle a bit.

    Tris found the resulting surprised moan very funny and joined in with her own hand to squeeze and rub the big behind. Still the Cannidor women did that with her left arm as Karl¡äs good hand was still rubbing the cheek he had just slapped.

    Still having a dick in her that she burned to pleasure, Laka took that as a signal to continue her work. Yet the position she was in felt used up now and so she got up off of Karl and turned around, going into the classic cowgirl position to be easier able to monitor him and give him more affection. In Laka¡äs mind, Tris was not doing a good enough job of affection and caring for the poor guy.

    Seeing how Tris was laying there and unable to do the ¡°right¡± hand movements, Laka had her biased confirmation and went to work ¡°fixing¡± the mistakes, The tall women bend forwards and started kissing Karl-Heinz fully on his lips, binding his main attention to herself and her pairs of lips.

    Tris wasn¡ät dead or lazy, so she guided the fur and breast blinded guys hands up to the second row of breasts on Laka¡äs torso, going so far as pressing and squeezing the mounds of flesh with him. Enjoying with an evil grin how the Lopen on top of them all struggled to continue the long kiss as her body wants to moan in pleasure so very desperately.

    Tris pushed Laka¡äs resolve over the edge, as she used her own hip and leg muscles to trust Karl a bit unexpected deeper into Laka. Making her moan against his face, drooling a bit from the ecstasy of the moment and having a orgasm too.

    Laka needed a few seconds to recover from that, but Tris and Karl-Heinz didn¡ät give her that, teaming up to rub, squeeze and tease her many breasts. Using the limited room to continue slow fucking her from below. Tris even used her long neck to plant a kiss on the panting woman and stealing her breath.

    This chaotic moment of sex with an ally teasing his guard dog mother figure, made Karl-Heinz smile. He himself didn¡ät realize it. But Scavera was watching closely and then decided to join in.

    Going visible on top of Laka, becoming queen of the fuck pile, Scavera used her pair of arms to join in with the titty teasing and made Laka¡äs lowest pair of breasts her play thing. At the same time using her weight to force Laka back into moving her hips again. Keeping the Lopen woman in a constant state of mental overload and overwhelmed by sexual pleasure.

    Being as overwhelmed as Laka, Karl gives up his control completely and just lets the sensations and building feelings take him away. The women were more focused on teasing Laka than him, but still he was in a lot of skin contact with Tris and Laka, with Scavera¡äs hands rubbing against his slightly shrunken belly as Laka bend forward down on all fours.

    It didn¡ät take much longer for Karl-Heinz too to orgasm, but unlike usual were the woman or him was controlling the trusts, this time it was an outside force continuing on the pumping without changing speed or style, pumping on and on as cum smeared the vaginal walls and added to the abundant already present natural lube.

    They first stopped the pumping when Karl grunted in displeasure and was slapping Tris boob from the outside with his good hand. Tris knowing not quite what was wrong but wanted to tend to Karl¡äs needs, shoved the still overwhelmed Laka off of them to the side, letting Scavera fly a bit too to the floor.

    Craning her neck to look the heavy breathing and very sweaty from to much body heat Karl-Heinz, she quickly spotted the cum smeared crotch. ¡°Oh so you just came, that went faster than usual.¡±

    This was answered by Scavera grunting in slight pain as she rose back to her feet. Sara breaking in her composure and jumping on the bed to clean the penis covered in the bunkers version of white gold, Laka was starting to slightly snooze and seemingly having fallen asleep.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 53 : Conflict Rewards / Second round of negotiations

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    Chapter 53 : Conflict Rewards / Second round of negotiations

    Having Karl-Heinz this drained at a more critical moment, was bad. Sarsa knew this as she entered the currently newest iteration of the fuck room and managed to gaze upon a group of women that where various levels of improperly placed.

    Sara was busy giving in to her urges on Karl.

    Laka was passed out snoring half on the bed and half on the floor in a sort of roled off and over kinda position.

    Scavera was snuggling up to Karl-Heinz as best she could to get to seemingly just be close to him. Even though it was not her turn to be here.

    Tris was sort of trapped under Karl, but of her own choice as she was grinning ear to ear at the incapacitated body-count in the room and having maybe enjoyed to much the giving in of both guards present.

    No one of the women present had dry nether regions, with Sara being the only one still in close and only having her own juices stain her lower body.

    Karl-Heinz himself was laying upon the kings bed that Tris had given him on her chest, mostly blank staring into the doorway at the intruding Sarsa, but he did have a very slight smile on his face.

    Still half the women here where supposed to stand guard and the other half where supposed to work whilst Karl was supposed to relax and get the bunker shaped out. Instead they all had a big fun session and made Sarsa¡äs head hurt with the mounting issues that needed resolving sooner rather than later.

    As the main offender was at least lucid and happy with the results, the Nagasha could start getting some order back into this chaos. ¡°TRIS! We need the bunker set up, you take guard shift now and get Husband to please help out, he is needed.¡± Switching her tone completely she came closer to Karl and much more gently addressed him. ¡°Hubby, we need your help with setting up this base, could you please do your thing as we had discussed. Other wives are getting bored and need the places to do their work.¡±

    He nodded in reply, Tris frowned deeply and both got moving as Sarsa slithered without a care back out of the room and over the cast aside bed partners.

    Sara tried to continue on her oral attempts, but Tris was stronger and managed to push her aside and leave her behind on the bed to sober up.

    So they all left the fuck room and exited back into the barely organized mess of the big central storage hall. Sarsa and Tris flanking the drained Human on their way into the massive room. Sarsa then lowers her head down and tries to whisper into his ear, ¡°We also need to open up some way upstairs soon, the scouts got left behind and are most likely hiding and waiting to come back down.¡±

    Whispering did work in not alarming to many others, Tris didn¡ät seemed to be riled up too by this news. Still Karl-Heinz had a moral need for the ones declared his family and thus was very alarmed by this revelation. So he speed up his walking, still naked with Lucy running up beside them and handing him back his clothes he had abandoned in the escapade.

    So a quick reverse strip show later, with the rapt attention of every single woman of the room on his fluid glistening body, they made again for the entrance room, followed by the reactivated extra guards women to man the defensive posts.

    The stairway outside was made again in roughly a similar spot and the first diplomats rolled down right before he had even finished crafting the Stairs. Literally rolling down the stairs and landing in an ugly pile at the bottom of the stairs with hurting bones and bruised bodies.

    It seems like the villager women were very concerned over his very quick abduction looking departure and seemingly had started digging down with what shovels were quick at hand, already most likely organizing for more tools and machines too further unearth and free the poor captive man.

    So now Sarsa slithered out of the doors and over to the groaning pile of locals who were clearly unarmed aside from their shovels and in no condition to pose any threat. Once a little more than an arms length away, Sarsa started. ¡°Did you get a woman who can make deals and decisions ?¡± Looking down at the now intimidated group.

    Before one managed to blurt out an answer or the mass fully managed to untangle themselves, footsteps could be heard stomping down the stairs. They where again made big enough with Laka and Tris in mind, still who ever was coming down was seemingly even more massive than them.

    The crowd did manage to make way by pulling the last of them to the side instead of off the ground, right as the foot steps of a woman clad in heavy form fitting plait armor came into view. Her footsteps turned out to be not as massive in weigh as an elephant on concrete, more that her choice of shoes was excellent at sounding much bigger than the woman actually was.

    She was still a massive woman. She towered at 2,4 meters tall. Massive bigger than cow udders breasts and similarly sized hips and butt. Her body shape was looking human in design from how her head and limbs where formed with no tail to be seen. Yet her waist was still normal sized as the plate armor hugged her belly at least form fitting. It had a bit of a showing off flair to it.

    The face was not visible, the armor did include a complete helmet with face plate and darkened glass fitted viewing slits. The metal used for the armor was an evenly shining polished steel with some light scratches and nicks at the edges of the overlapping parts. Otherwise the armor looked very unblemished. She seemed armed with one of the standard laser rifles everyone in the war had, but she also had a knife on a belt and a few other pockets with equipment.

    The armored tall woman stopped her stomping walk at the base of the stairs in the middle of the work crew crowd. The work crew themselves had no or little idea of what to do and sort of got into a standing line to both sides of the armored woman. They unknowingly turned themselves into a shooting gallery with no way of quick escape.

    The armored woman then began her address of the bunker harem. ¡°Release the poor man at once! You presented him like a piece of meat and then captured him and dragged him off again when he tried to flee. You even abused him before, otherwise you would not have bandaged his broken nose.¡±

    The then sight of guns coming into view of the second glance of the armored woman truly observing the room for reactions, made her rethink her bravado stance a bit. Yet before she could double down on projecting strength or try more diplomatic approaches, Sarsa and Tris Exited into the greeting room, both carrying Hastily cheat crafted plate armor. Lacking in overlapping protection but mostly mostly covering their torsos and arms as a statement.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.

    This gave the armored woman pause, enough pause for Sarsa and Tris to get into position in front of the door, Sarsa tail tip still sticking inside of the doorway into the defenses and to answer the woman¡äs stand. ¡°Are you able to negotiate trade deals with us?¡± Sarsa opened with the power move question to slightly undermine their opponents bravado.

    Still caught on the back-foot the Helmet just nodded once yes, hiding any facial expression betraying her state of mind at the moment. Yet she is at least present enough to not have forgotten her objective. ¡°I want to see the male and make sure he is doing ok!¡±

    To that the workers nodded in support, slightly lifting the few tools that made it to the floor with them in their fumble, some of the workers did not feel that good from the looks of it as bruises were turning up red and some noses or light cuts bled.

    Laka didn¡ät see any harm in the request and let Karl just go around the corner and stand on the defended side of the open door. He didn¡ät do much, still had his face bandaged from his stumble fall not to long ago and otherwise was mentally unable to even try to know how to help the situation. So after a half minute of just standing there, watching some of the workers make ¡°come here¡± gestures at him and not realizing they made the gestures very visible to every other of his many wives, who were pointing guns at them too, he just walked back into cover and sat down on a freshly made bench crafted out and in front of the wall to the rest of the bunker.

    Before the armored woman could continue her rhetoric, Sarsa continued her¡äs ¡°So you seen he is doing well. We don¡ät force him and protect him as best we can. ...¡±

    Still the talking armor interrupted that speech. ¡°He has a bandaged face! So you do abuse him. Hand him over to us for a proper talk and inspection!¡± She demanded.

    This Made Tris feel. It was a mix of feelings, rage, pity, annoyance, protectiveness, blood lust. All in small amounts, but the lips on her face did start at forming that small this time vicious smile she often wore in battles. Fingers still were off of triggers, but the guests were not working to keep it that way.

    ¡°No we will not. He is to valuable to hand him over and then never see him again as he gets shipped of and we get sieged into submission.¡± Instant denial of such a request was the only proper answer in Sarsa¡äs mind, yet diplomacy was a give and take.

    So before Tris could pounce the armored woman herself or the verbal demands could get any worse, Sarsa got out done in the diplomacy angle as the armored woman made a counter offer first. ¡°We are willing to hand over hostages for the the guarantee of the save return, if he truly is here willingly, of your man.¡±

    That got followed by a very delicate whisper in Sarsa¡äs ear-hole from someone seemingly invisible. ¡°Not much good the hostages would do you, a man is that much more worth than any amount of women they could send down here. It is just a trade at that point of bodies against a man.¡±

    Doing a very fine job, Sarsa resist the strong urge to react with her head and torso, managing to channel that urge all the way down to the tip of her tail, which is now twitching a bit nervously.

    Tris on the other hand was looking a bit more agitated by this offer, it seemed to have offended her. Yet she still stayed her hands.

    The armored woman was waiting for a response, the worker groupies where getting wet from the strong pheromones in the air and Sarsa took a time to think of a not completely horrible response to such an hidden thread offer. ¡°No we will not. He is worth more than any hostages you could send down here, even if it where another man. To us he is the most important thing and the glue that keeps this family together.¡±

    A strategy pause to let these words sink in and have a bit more time to think of a reasonable counter offer, gets then taken over by Tris. ¡°YEAH! He is the best. If you want to lay hands on him you first gona get thru me.¡±

    Before Sarsa could salvage this misstep, the opposition takes a heavy step forward towards Tris. ¡°So a fight over a man? One like in the good old stories of warrior heroes fighting to save a captured male and then have him populate the nation again?¡±

    Seeing how eager both of them are, Sarsa makes one last attempt to maybe first get diplomacy and trade agreements settled. ¡°Stop this you bickering children. He is our husband and we won¡ät let him be stolen. But we are willing and eager to trade regular supplies and resources to the benefit of all.¡±

    ¡°I have to free the trapped fair male!¡± The armored woman proclaims.

    ¡°Then it is a challenged fight over the right of this man¡äs affection!¡± Tris countered.

    Sarsa tried her best, she accepts that arguing doesn¡ät help this time and retreats back towards the door into the defenses. Whilst she slithers out of the blast zone of this improvised arena, a few more chunks of metal fly past her head, thrown by Laka and manage to plonk of off Tris back plate.

    The Nagasha lady then switches her torso around to slither backwards and follow the fight that has not quit yet started. The silver gleaming metal does not reach the floor, instead shifting and merging into Tris armor, making it thicker and spreading more plates over her joints and neck, making her armor more practical and protection focused, rather than show offish.

    A few more chunks fly out from Laka¡äs hand and towards Tris completing her new metal armor, but leaving her mouth exposed and overlaying her claws with longer sharper looking metal coverings. Both women slowly stomping towards the other and meeting face to chest plate way closer to the farmers militia group, who for their part slowly where retreating up the stairs and out of the room¡äs kill-zone.

    No more words are spoken. Both are convinced that actions are the only language of the moment that is worth listening too. Tris holds her ground and lets the challenger of the rights to the husband come at her. The armored woman obliged her and came trotting at her at full speed, not going for any fancy punches or kicks, just plain trying to tackle Tris.

    Tris for her part didn¡ät try to evade the collision, instead she went down on four limbs and braced one arm up to take her opponents blow, slightly twisting to take it on the shoulder she favored instead of her head or flank.

    The collision didn¡ät go as any of them expected. The armored woman tried to lower her running stance to not trip over the now much to low Tris. Tris lowered her stance even more to out do the race to the bottom and not be flipped over at any cost. The contact then happened with the charging woman kicking into Tris shoulder with a clumsy striding step and tople over the back of the Cannidor, pulling the other armored woman along with her in sheer mass and a inter locked foot armor hooked on the shoulder plate of Tris.

    Both now on the floor with Tris laying on her back and the Armored woman skidded further with momentum on her face. Yet both where close enough to start trowing kicks and punches, so they did so whilst crawling closer to each other.

    Tris turned herself back around to get into her four limb walking position. Her opponent managed to turn around and now threw punches instead of kicks and was again better able to see what was going on. Both had not managed to do any real damage aside from minor scratches and dents in the plate of the armor of the other.

    Yet now that they where properly engaged in close quarters combat, the armored woman pulled out her knife, trying to punch it against Tris armor and hoping to properly penetrate one of the plates.

    Tris for her part was properly mobile again and jumped to the side away from the two handed strong stab. Then sprinted around the still downed opponent in a circle out of easy reach and jumped on the armored woman.

    Before Tris can secure the almost win of a completely pinned enemy, she roles over onto her back. Tris manages to correct her pounce to still land on the armored woman, but now gets held up high by her arms.

    As both arms are busy wrestling each other from both women and Tris is not desperate enough to ruin her teeth on the woman¡äs armor, the land-shark uses her long neck and own helmet to start bashing her face-plate with her own head.

    Over and over the gongs of unyielding steel ring out against each other, making the audience shriek out in fear or flinch back from the audio assault. Both beasts of steel have left clear marks on the stone of the floor.

    But this fight was now over. Tris bashed away at her disarmed and pinned down opponent until she either pretended to or actually fainted. Then she very swiftly pinned down her arms and held her until a quick glance Karl¡äs way and a nose pointing gesture made him trap the woman in her own recrafted armor.

    After making sure that the bindings hold her opponent good, Tris stood up to her full height and proclaimed to all the viewers. ¡°This is my Victory! This is my man! This challenger has failed!¡±

    Looking around one was still able to see and hear the last fleeting hurried footsteps of the running worker crew as they escaped back out and up the stairs. All of their tools abandoned in the hasty flight up and out. Leaving them with a new diplomatic headache which only got worse when Tris lifted her up and started to carry her towards Sarsa.

    The first wife tried to prevent this from getting any worse. ¡°No you will not claim her as your slave! The old tales are old tales. We need her to negotiate trade deals, not as bed warmer and battle trophy.¡±

    Tris counter argument was to stand the woman up in front of Karl-Heinz and say ¡°Strip her.¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 54 : Second round of negotiations / Rest of day One

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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 clich¨¦ 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¡äs 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¡äs 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¡ät 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¡ät 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¡ät 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.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

    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¡äs 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.

    - - -

    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¡ät 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¡äs 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¡ät see that, but she does here that Laka stopped clapping and Sarsa didn¡ät 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¡ät 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¡ät 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¡äs 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¡ät 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¡ät be living in a war-zone. My problems can¡ät 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¡ät 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.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 55 : Rest of day One / Early Morning

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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¡äs coils and Laka¡äs 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¡äs 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¡ät 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¡ät 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¡äs head as she climbed up on the Nagasha¡äs 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¡ät 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¡ät 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.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.

    - - -

    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¡äs 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¡äs discomfort of clich¨¦ 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¡ät 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¡äs 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¡ät 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.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 56 : Early Morning / New Additions

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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.

    - - -

    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¡äs caring inspecting attention, that he had again forgotten about ventilation. Sara¡äs 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¡ät 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¡äs 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?¡±

    This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

    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¡äs 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¡ät 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¡äs 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¡ät 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¡ät witness the event and one of his wives was punching Tris as a sort of punishment for being blunt. The punch didn¡ät 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¡ät 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¡ät 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¡ät 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¡ät 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¡ät 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.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 57 : New Additions / Slow Word Day

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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¡äs preconception of the thus far often egocentric depicted woman. Making Laka¡äs 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¡äs 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¡äs 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¡ät 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. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

    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¡äs 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¡ät 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.

    - - -

    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¡ä 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¡äs 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¡ät 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¡ät 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.¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 58 : Slow Word Day / Spreading the Visibility

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    Chapter 58 : Slow Word Day / Spreading the Visibility

    And fresh air they did go and get.

    Right after they had Laka, then Tris, then some random woman they passed by, then the party, then half of the guards at the entrance, and finally some random wives already outside joined them on their goal to get fresh air.

    And given they had not much fear of security in this idealistic farming community scenery with a platoon worth of wives on look out, with only half of that platoon drunk in party mode.

    The wind was fresh, the sun past mid day but still high in the sky, the grass was mostly green, the alien nature even had small animals around them.

    It seemed like paradise compared to the ever charred and dark and dowry look they had sticking to each scene on the front line. But maybe that was just personal bias and bad memories of the survivors who had by now spend more time underground than the average survival rate of the common soldier in the meat grinder battles they had left behind.

    But Karl was still not any more mature for his time away from the PC and made jokes about the sun burning, then trying to explain nerd basement dweller culture to the surprised concerned crowed he had already gad, but this time alarmed with his bad acting.

    Vaskra did not let go of Karl-Heinz hand no mater how creepy she started to look in doing so.

    Tris had to much energy and then got most of them to join in with some games that Karl-Heinz had no idea of how they worked and had no intention of ever joining. School sport classes where a nightmare in his memories to this day, being slow made most sport feats a drag and thus he always just barely managed passing grades, despite or because of his more strength focused body. Not regarding the fact that he also had a bit of to much belly back then too.

    The game Tris played seemed to be a free form version of wrestling or what not other ball less play fighting. So Karl-Heinz would have a better chance at winning that even though he had to use his prosthesis to use both arms, still he knew the wives would not let him fight, a strong glare from Laka told him nothing, but every other women thinking about it enough to not try and raise the wrath of the guard dog.

    Also Vaskra had not let go of his arm and was now gently pulling him into a circular walk around the entrance stairs. This was only so as most if not all women where having healthy levels of PTSD paranoia from their history as a soldier in combat and using that honed skill to check for all possible threats.

    Well they checked for all treads they could check for, invisible spies where hard to spot at the best of times and the sky was nice and blue to make spotting orbital bombardments early with the pure eyes a bit of a daunting task. Still there so far where no invisible attacks or rain coming down, so the lucky trinkets where still holding up.

    Just walking was to little of a mental activity to keep Karl from getting bored, but not to little from letting his mental demons show up for another round of ¡°who is a bad boy?¡±. So he was simply bored. Having breast contact to such porn star good looking women did wear of in novelty much faster than Karl would have hoped for, still it had lasted longer than he had maybe started to fear if he had had the mental space to go on such a side tangent when he had gotten to this world, instead of running from event to marriage to next event.

    The looks and soft feel, that where the result of the omnipresent axiom space magic still was a nice thing. No matter how much novelty this new normal would lose, he would not trade that in for any other possible harem of partners or community.

    But still Karl was bored, so he miss used his god like powers, that everyone else with the knowledge could use as well, to create a idyllic village with stone wall and surrounding trenches. Then the notion of medieval fantasy died as he realized that this was all on barely used land, that could be used more appropriately, also the trenches where already looking like war zone defenses of gun time era.

    So on it went and the village was quickly populated with defenders setting up on the thick stone walls and in the pill box towers Karl had sprinkled around the place on the walls.

    Vaskra did not say much, mostly just trying to have Karl have more body contact with her and looking like this was a vacation she had worked half a decade for to achieve.

    Yet the spread out defenses did raise questions of not enough soldiers to defend the longer and spread out defensive line. At least that was a thought Karl-Heinz had, the others did not complain and it looked like that taking over some land above the bunker was just a given.

    As Karl was creative, he took a random laser rifle and re-crafted it into a shorter and bulkier pistol form. It was much lighter due to not having as much of a butt stock and only a fraction of barrel length compared to its old version, but was very much pistol size maneuverable and still took the old rifle magic batteries for power.

    Of course this tingled Tris six or seventh sense for interesting things and had her breathing down his neck and sniffing his hair. ¡°You made a new gun, tell me why it is awesome!¡±

    Vaskra in fear of losing her good times too early let mostly go of Karl¡äs arm and interposed herself between the exited Cannidor and Karl-Heinz. ¡°He will tell you later, her take it and have fun, now I am due my share of time!¡± Grabbing the pistol from Karl she tossed it past Tris head, due to standing so close to each other the shark woman had no way to raise her arms fast enough to catch it, instead it had Vaskra¡äs intended effect of getting the woman turned around and chasing after the tossed treat.

    Whilst Tris was playing dog fetching the newest shiny stick, the dog like guard woman just doing look out, Vaskra was able to have some more private time with Karl-Heinz. Karl not being much of a talker and Vaskra never even attempted to be a social savant, they but just shared body contact.

    Or rather Vaskra was rubbing up against Karl, whilst he played along but still was to awkward to do much more than paying most of his attention to not cross non existent boundaries. He despite all that still had the mental capacity to add details to the growing art project around him. Adding park benches, side ways, flower pots, turning the aesthetic from used old village rather quickly to historically preserved village now turned tourist attraction or holiday resort.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.

    The addition of benches was a decision he regretted immediately, because as soon as Vaskra spotted the new addition the gentle walk shifted from just aimless circles to a directed goal with her handling him onto the bench and then using his lap as a seat for her own wide hips.

    Most unexpected fear not manifesting, of Karl fearing the hip and leg bones of his wife grinding into his lap. Her porn start butt had more than enough flesh in the way to prevent that from ever happening. Closest he could get to feeling hip bones would be on the mail nourished newer hires of his harm, as even the lightest women of the front line have already managed to fill out to the normal sizes his other lovers had.

    Yes they all ate more to gain that extra mass and sexual attractive form, but by far not enough more food to put any of their well looted food supplies to run dry any time soon. He was still the biggest eater and also was looking better each month.

    Karl¡äs personal look improvement from losing weight set aside, he still had a gut, to much fat all over his body and suspected that he still had puffy cheeks and double chin. But lucky him, it seemed as if his mostly still used crippled arm was saved from the worst of muscle atrophy, as the arm was a bit weaker but not by too much.

    Lost in that self reflection, Karl had completely missed out on Vaskra sniffing herself high on his neck. It did not bother him that a woman was that close. It didn¡ät bother him that other girlfriends or wives where watching. But it was odd to do it in a place his mind register as public space out under sunlight, as the other two factors had happened too often for him to count in the fuck room already.

    Given how his life worked, he might find out how often what ever sexual act happened to him in the mostly ignored HUD in his eyes vision, but he did not want to check and leave what little was left of that Pandora¡äs box sealed up for as long as he could manage. The deviants most likely had every kiss, lick and squirt of liquid that occurred to his body measured out and tallied up. Maybe they even placed bets on production quotas for the liquid volumes or events occurring events.

    The hidden kiss counter started going up as Vaskra went from contact, to skin contact over to lips meeting lips.

    Lucky aspect of this encounter dough was that Vaskra seems to have gotten used to Karl¡äs chemical warfare charms and his first marriage didn¡ät leak his lap into a swampy mess. Karl just connected that to amount of exposure.

    After he was allowed to breath thru his mount again, Karl-Heinz asks lacking any idea of what to do next. ¡°So is there something I can do for you?¡± Which seemed like the brilliant plan from when he was socially starved, to lay the burden and pleasing activity onto himself to appease the other person. Sadly that is not how his current life works as many requests for sex where chanted in the background as a reaction.

    Vaskra did not let the hornyness of the family bother her from the background, right next to them was a much bigger distraction taking up the more urgent interruption concerns. Tris was standing close buy on one end, but privacy was invaded on the other end by a floating hand full of gifted seemingly freshly collected nuts.

    ¡°Thanks?¡± Karl reacted unsure as he turned some of the ground into a small bowl to collect the nuts into.

    ¡°That was fast.¡± Vaskra comments as a grinning, slightly panting, nude Scavera turns visible.

    ¡°We get taught how to forage for food that we can get by better on longer trips. We don¡ät need to do it often, but it still is a good skill to have.¡± The spy adds after having seated herself next to Karl and resting her head on the good arm shoulder of his.

    ¡°Good to hear.¡± Karl says, still unable to think of proper ways to advance conversations and instead blurting out what small branch of desperation idea he finds first in his mind. He now had the nuts collection and no arm to eat it as one was still not dexterous enough to be trusted in this cramped environment, the other was being guided by a lizard to go certain places and his mouth seems to be blocked soon enough too.

    Still Vaskra did try to not let her hard earned time with husband get completely stolen, which devolved into a sweet talking argument of who was the more useful wive in this marriage. This Karl-Heinz had witnessed a few times without being squeezed between the two involved parties and it payed off to stay out of it. Laka helped him to keep such competitive arguments out of his hair.

    Sadly this time the conversation devolved into that argument in his personal space whilst every back and forth just got his arms or something else of him pulled closer or deeper into one of the two women¡äs embrace.

    Loving and adoring embraces to a degree that Laka didn¡ät step in and stop them even dough Karl-Heinz was mildly distressed from the two. Which as the sun set had turned into two groups as this turned into a sporting event to be enjoyed.

    Karl hated every second of this deranged arguments club smack down. He even debated faking a mental breakdown to try and get out of this situation. But his own moral code of not lying to family was not stressed enough in the past to making him take that step. The whole event only ended when the sun was setting and Laka, backed up by today¡äs lucky few, decided it is time for supper and following fun time.

    - - -

    The new morning brings a new day to tackle. New problems to solve, new interactions to have or in the off chance of having a stable life, nothing new with just variations of old problems.

    Turns out that building an above ground village and small fortress in the mater of half a day gains attention.

    Having that construct covered in clouds of male pheromones gains more attention.

    Having it in an area with desperate women and nothing stopping the smell lure everyone in like the piper blowing his flute, gains enough attention that the morning was yet again started early and Karl-Heinz dragged out of bed and to the defensive lines.

    But lucky him, the village was only staffed with look outs and instead they had set up their line of defense in the bunker. So they where not spread out and where easily able to close off all entrance as well as retreat if needed.

    This also helped with keeping the tide of bodies to a maximum of how dense they could pack themselves down the stairs before they self regulated by either rioting against each other or needing to accept to wait.

    Still they where again under siege of people out for an in with the breeder. But this time the mob was not random armed soldiers, which was a massive improvement on the nerves on everyone involved, that managed to lower the itchiness of trigger fingers.

    So Karl found himself pressed against the wall of the defensive line with Laka, Sara, Sarsa and most of the rest of his Harem spread out along the quickly thickened wall, increased thickness to prevent exploring hands from getting accidentally grabby of guns.

    Vaskra was in the mix too, but as second in command doing her job somewhere down the line.

    The lucky few new wives from yesterday where holding guns, but Karl had passed by them on the second line of defense as not yet trained or fully trusted back up fighters.

    Lucky for Karl-Heinz, this night he had managed to directly fall asleep and because of that was merely groggy instead of badly functioning like last time.

    Sarsa tried to gain control of the mob. ¡°Everyone calm down! We are in control and you won¡ät survive any rash actions.¡± She never had to do a not ¡°bloody¡± crowd control kind of task, so her skills where rather lacking in that regard.

    Whilst Sarsa was distracted with trying to address the mob, Laka got convinced by Tris to take a random woman as separate interrogation enthusiast. With a little help from Karl, the door got opened a smidgen, two and a third women popped in and a third and the rest of the women where squeezed back out a now moving wall crafted seal of the entrance door.

    Karl hopes he did not amputate anyone, but the mood of the mobs yelling had not changed, so he felt that he was in the clear.

    Tris then pinned both women against a wall with her tail and arms and with Laka went into a more organic natural good and bad interrogater roles.

    Tris starting off. ¡°Why are you besieging this bunker? You know we can kill you all with no issue, right?¡± Finishing off her first line with some comparative mild pain in form of a random body punch from on of her fists.

    The interrogated women are of course a most mans wet dream, but odd enough to Karl and seemingly even some of his wives, they even moan sexually as they got hit from Tris.

    Then the two women spotted Karl and manage to properly process that he is present. ¡°Fuuuuck meeeeeee!¡± They both groan out, even triggering the most lust dazed ones of the crowd outside to join in.

    Laka tried to take a closer look and do her own part of interrogation. But this was to much desire directed at him to quickly, so he pushed the problem away,

    Next thing everyone else felt was that the bodies where heavy, breathing hazy and staying awake a hard task. The ground outside of the murder-holes started to rise at a fast enough pace that only a few lucky positioned and desperately courageous women stayed in the remaining cavity next the the em-placed guns.

    Karl-Heinz for his part was solely focused on getting the horde of zombies out of his bunker and his bunker and place untouchable. He imagined the platform of solid rock to shift up and have the ceiling above the horny part to the sides, lucky enough not destroying any could be buildings on top of the staircase down.

    Did that plan work with only minimal or no casualties ?

    Karl had no idea and no intention of double checking.

    Instead he reformed the greeting hall and let the stairs upwards be closed off still.

    Next he walked off to avoid starting to feel bad for not wanting to help the horny beggars and went back to his normal routine of breakfast.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 59 : Spreading the Visibility / Too many problems

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    Chapter 59 : Spreading the Visibility / Too many problems

    Laka and Tris joined him in fleeing this pitiful display of desperation.

    It made sens when you think about it, all these women biologically and socially programmed to do their best to try and maybe get the chance to just see a man, try to shoot their chance to get a husband and try harder than the ones around them. Then only to end up cock blocking each other to an almost unthinkable degree.

    It is a bit tragic from that point of view and worth a few sad pages in personal diaries or maybe even a few poems or tragic stories if a writer or two heard or had joined that event.

    But still non of that was Karl-Heinz problem. His mind made him feel bad regardless of how shit or good a situation went and so his logic and well fucked and rational lovers all agreed on ditching the drama to avoid him being ripped apart.

    So he needed to be as picky in lovers as he could be, otherwise he would be sucked dry.

    No that was a mental wrong turn, he just realized. His current lovers may or may not be flooded out by the on storm of new wives, but he himself would still be treated like the golden cage highest of prices pet that he sort of was.

    Which should be avoided any way as his current harem was sort of organized, most likely pregnant and had him and his quirks in mind. With a new harem gold rush all that relationship building would be reset and possibly reduced to the state treasure of what ever gaggle of crowd would form around him.

    So stick to the plan to avoid bad changes and only let in the ones that keep his current group good.

    Which means that the addition of the beggars of last morning where a bad idea that most likely soon will show its issues, if it did not already do that and he just didn¡ät hear of that event yet.

    Like that one handy woman Gohb who tried to boss around the T-Benchers, who was now trying to get at his pants with the other new short stacks. But they both are successfully blocked by Laka and Tris bodies blocking the access under his table. But still they where now sort of organizing as they attempted to combine their strength to lift Tris tail out of the way, to no success so far as Tris uses that to aid in her muscle training.

    So now his successful escape, out of social obligations with unknown people and distracting pondering of aspects of life, he hardly dares to even try to take control over, is done with, Karl is left in a void of not knowing what to do next. As usual there is endless things that could be done, but he had no motivation or much of a reason to do any of these many tasks.

    This resulted in him mentally zoning out and just sticking to his slightly altered routine.

    Finishing his meal.

    Listening to Sarsa doing the morning speech, this time with falling asleep new girls.

    Going to the work shop and crafting away with the T-Benchers to try and teach the eager or forced to be present women.

    Then lunch meal.

    Afternoon seemed to have turned into a dating slot as Vaskra had that given to her and now every other woman wanted to have that too, so he got dragged along by the unsung hero of his Harem into a quick crafted on request gym for some showing off and workout session.

    But this unsung hero was very unsung and so she only was able to socialize for 2h with him before he got whisked away into unplanned events of higher priority. Sarsa needed his help as the crowd upstairs should be dispersed or at least less rabbit. So they would like some stairs to be able to test that and to get rid of the unwanted captives, who where still busy humping the prison cell bars.

    But lucky for them all, one of the Gohbs had the idea to create a scouting tower instead of just stairs up to first check the waters above ground.

    Now Karl-Heinz, the guard contingent and the ones who somehow managed to get called scouts are up on the newest tower in the time zone. He had to expand the look out room on the top two times to make room for everyone, but he did manage to keep the roof going and his own paranoia satisfied with a seeming solid stone construct high in the air.

    Only arrow slits to look or shoot out of and murder holes to look down at who my crowd at the base of the squat tower, So the only way this would be an entrance or exit would be if someone blows open the too small holes to get in or removes the roof with a bigger boom.

    The village was still very crowded with people, but to most wives dismay, they where moving in. The chimneys where smoking and the people working to start and produce simple hand crafted goods and unloading carts and trucks.

    They where all looking out the windows and realizing at their own speeds that the place is now filled with opportunists. Not just the desperate but full on wealthy ones with resources to move and set up a new city if the stream of people and wares and machines continues.

    Karl-Heinz went over to Sarsa and with an almost visible dread of self hate and resignation begged. ¡°Sorry, I am so sorry that I build this village.¡± Trying to hold on to Sarsa¡äs clothes, but having a mental break down again holding himself back, he sinks to his knees and shuts down completely. So fast that no one was fast enough to try and break him out of his funk and now he was being hugged by many wives, again to no effect.

    A short while later, Sarsa could not continue to hug Karl and had to make room for a different woman to take her spot.

    Laka was busy from keeping Tris in check and away from doing stupid ideas.

    So Sarsa was as usual reduced to the normal women she always used to resolve issues and issues where piling up fast about now. Karl was so deep in a mental break down now that he was trying to shape the floor to get away from the seeming overbearing attention of his wives.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

    ¡°You!¡± Sarsa commanded one of the more on the edge of the ball of flesh deposited women. She reacted and got up and did a strong family salute and awaited orders. ¡°Go get Doc, tell her to bring the Meds it seems to be bad this time.¡±

    Nodding in confirmation the woman took off running as the husband in need seemed to have triggered all possible mental alarms, making it a good thing that front line live trained really fast to not devolve into senseless panic in such moments. Mostly trains that, as the cuddle ball was devolving into a gibbering mess of outspoken support and further worsening curling up Karl-Heinz.

    First problem tackled, next one on the list needs addressing. Sarsa turned to Tris and Laka, currently rolling on the floor with Tris seemingly winning, but not by enough to break free and do her idea of a breakdown resolution. Laka being forced to bite down on the Cannidors muzzle to keep her from speaking unwanted comments.

    So Sarsa Helps out by delegating that task as well.

    One after the other the ball gets shrunken down and wives redirected to pin and possibly carry Tris off.

    Sadly Tris has her own tricks in axiom use trained up and manages to break free of her own ball of women.

    Sarsa tries to help pin her down again, a task made very easy with her long and big snake like tail body, but sadly Tris is to far away and close enough to use her burst of axiom fueled strength and speed, to knock over the pithy party pile. This causes the gaggle of people to spread out over the floor whilst Tris recovers herself off of the ground in a forward role, landing back on all fours and avoiding a disgraceful slide or smash into the wall of this tower room.

    Now everyone is trying to pin Tris, but for the two wives still hanging on to Karl-Heinz, laying below him as pillows. But distance yet again is in the Cannidors favor as she does what everyone was trying to stop her from doing, speaking. ¡°Woman up you big baby! Shit happens, you still gona fuck me silly, so grow a pair of steel tits and move on!¡±

    Having said her piece, as best as she could with the limited room she had to do so, Tris surrenders and lies herself down on the ground. A few women then go over to her and do a token form of restraining grapples, but the focus is back on Karl.

    He has stopped sputtering and has gone to, an improved by comparison, confused look on his face. Karl was thinking hard as Laka picked him up and carried him away and down the stairs.

    Most of the women following behind, Tris getting assigned first watch duty to keep her out of the picture for a while. Only to have her deliver the next important information in her usual excited manner down the stairs. ¡°Harriet seems to be back with a convoy of trucks.¡±

    This made the odd situation not better, but also not really worse.

    With words of wisdom, they can be hit and miss depending on the targets ability and willing ness to accept the help. So this time Tris actions where a hit as her tackle had unearth him from the boob mountain growing around him, giving him a distraction from his self loathing and air that wasn¡ät filtered thru head sized cleavage cracks. But it was also a miss as Karl was still stuck in his head and any words spoken at that time had landed in the mental sensory junk filter and forgotten like so much background noise and unwanted mammarian touches.

    So the situation overall had gotten wider in scope. As Karl was now seemingly recovering and blocking Doc from stabbing him to sleep was much easier to call off and block than a raging, special forces, battle harden, muscle brain Cannidor wife.

    Now the problem turned into an academic one of letting the ones who knew what to do, do the thing they where put into the position of doing.

    So Laka had one on one time with the Husband in a smaller room with Sarsa coiled outside of the door and delegating the harem around into a semblance of order. She did manage to find that giving them something to do gave them a purpose to focus on and thus avoid senseless panicking. With today''s flavor of commands and tasks revolving around drilling or babysitting the new comers and double checking gear, with a side dash of standing watch in the new guard tower and added message runner.

    The message runner job was so generous a task that Sarsa could fill it with multiple wifes to seem generous in not running them ragged from constant stairs climbing and descending.

    Vaskra had been send to overlook the development outside and get Harriet to wait if needed.

    Laka for her part was very much earning her part of what ever counts as a pay check in the new small, soon do be called ¡°Bitch and Cry closet¡±. With no one caring if Karl-Heinz is in there, but seeing it as a mark of shame if someone else where to end up on the inside on their own choice.

    Karl-Heinz has had managed to regain his awareness of his surroundings somewhere on the way down the stairs and had stopped the procession as they where passing by the mess hall entrance to make his new hiding hole. It was a bit on the dark side and just cramped enough for only him and Laka to fit inside, at least before starting to employ a hydraulic press, to try and tetris stack more hourglass bodies into this room.

    It took a few minutes for Karl-Heinz to calm down enough to stop shacking. Being first swarmed by family and then tackled and tossed over by a walking tank of muscle did wonders to spike Adrenalin in someone who already is having a mental crisis. But now that his breathing was calm again and the noise of commotion in front of the door had calmed down as well, Laka deemed him ready to talk. ¡°Feeling better again?¡±

    Karl-Heinz nodded yes, a bit unwilling to actually talk with words, then waited a full minute until he realized he was in a pitch black room and Laka had no night vision to speak off. So his solution to avoid talking, yet still communicate was to fish, find by touch and then guide her pawed hand on top of his head, hold the paw in position and then nod yes again.

    ¡°Good, so you gona nod yes and no for now?¡± Laka asked and quickly got a very solid quick yes nod in response. Her body contact told her that he was still shaking and that he was still far from being fine, but she could at least work with this for now.

    ¡°You know we don¡ät blame you right?¡±

    Which gets answered with a yes nod.

    ¡°And you are still blaming yourself.¡±

    Another yes nod.

    And here the yes no questions run out as Laka asks something more complex. ¡°You know we need you and would never give you up.¡±

    ¡°But I need to do better.¡± Came as a pitiful reply from Karl-Heinz.

    ¡°How?¡± Laka blurted out to fast as she got a bit surprised by his answer.

    ¡°I need to not make mistakes. Need to be better. Need to do better. Need to Fix my fuck ups.¡± Was the slow and monotonous sounding reply. Like a first glance good mantra, that got miss placed in a broken man¡äs mind, is now weighing him down like a cult subservient mindset indoctrination keeping him docile and weak willed.

    To that Laka tried to hug him, but got blocked by the size of the room and instead only managed to squeeze him a bit on his arms with her hands. But the talking reaction part did work un-distrubed. ¡°No you don¡ät! You are man enough for us and if you stay as you are you could be a happy family man...¡±

    But to Laka¡äs utter astonishment, Karl-Heinz slammed his metaphorical foot down and stood his arguments ground. ¡°NO!¡± Then he takes a long deep breath and his inner turmoil seems to have shifted to the yet unseen anger emotion. ¡°I need to do better! I need to! I am depressed and I try to get out of it, but it won¡ät happen if I stay as I am.¡±

    This did cause the bunker to go quiet.

    The delicate soft spoken man had risen his voice and the ones listening on the door had seemingly stopped all of their own noises to hear even better what would happen next.

    But with many social aspects involving Karl-Heinz, it took time. His resolve had managed to stun Laka into not knowing how to comfort her baby boy husband. He did not want to be comforted. He demanded of himself to beat his mental woes and sadly Laka had no idea how to do that, nor had Sarsa in front of the door, or Doc right next to Sarsa, or the few other random women near by the mess hall entrance.

    Still Sarsa knew she did not need to know how to fix an issue, but to delegate to someone who did have that skill. Lacking the knowledge of who may have that kind of skill, the Nagasha did the next best thing and delegated the procurement of this skill-set needed.

    But this task took time and outside of the family help, so Harriet had been tasked to look for all kinds of health specialists. That meant that maybe the woman they needed was waiting outside the sealed off stairs right now.

    Sadly a maybe was not good enough for now, especially because they could not reasonable access that theoretical existing person right now. Karl-Heinz was out and down and pressuring him for aid was not going to help right now and using their supply of explosives to make and entrance into the bunker would cause chaos and raise questions from Karl-Heinz.

    So it fell back to the next lower option to try and quick fix this issue.

    ¡°Go get Tris down from the tower and here now!¡± The first wife capitulated and ordered a runner on standby and also pressed against the ¡°BACC¡± room door.

    So it has come down to call the woman who claims to have the skill or at least is confident enough to try and do something vaguely helpful instead of just something or indecision that most likely would only worsen the situation. Not that the new Gohb handymen don¡ät claim the same skill set and intent, but Tris is a more known entity and thus less big of a risk.

    Laka still tried to do her usual action of comforting and reassure him with gestures and attempted hugs, but it ends up not really helping. Lucky enough it does not take long until Karl and Laka both hear the change in atmosphere as the land shark with intentionally heavy stomping steps closes in and then rips the door open.

    ¡°Bitch! You gona go grow some tits with me now!¡± Tris announced grinning ear to ear with a mad glint in her eyes as her body gets outlined from the lamp light behind her back.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 60 : Too many problems / Workout with Tris

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    Chapter 60 : Too many problems / Workout with Tris

    ¡°Does that mean you are bi?¡± comes the confused answer from Karl-Heinz to Tris statement.

    ¡°Of course I am Bi! Everyone is, not seen any sister on the front who isn¡ät up for some fun time with who is available.¡± Tris boasts with confidence as Karl gets shuffled around Laka and out of the BACC room.

    They then as a group follow Tris over to the Bunker gym room. Not needing to invest any money or even much effort and time into making rooms, means they can have all the luxury space and rooms they could dream off.

    Once in the gym room and far enough away from the central command of Sarsa maybe trowing a veto at Tris ideas, the Cannidor lady tried to get her claws into the problem at hand. ¡°So how do you want to be better?¡±

    Tris then flexes one muscle bulging arm whilst lifting a comically to big weight rack with the other one, most likely pulling in axiom to pull of this display feat of strength. ¡°You want to be stronger or fitter?¡±

    Tris then puts down the weights gently, shifts her pose to push out and up her breasts into his face. ¡°Do you want to look better?¡±

    Before Karl can think enough for an answer the pose shifts again as Tris just drops her ass with a swift dump, cushioned by fur and very voluminous booty size, on the ground. ¡°Or what is it you need to be better at?¡± Now sitting on the ground like a dog about to rub his butt on the carpet, staring almost at eye level into the no longer rage filled look of a disparaging Karl-Heinz.

    ¡°I don¡ät know.¡± He mumbles, but then ,driven by the pressure of his depression pain of the still flaring current melt down, adds on. ¡°All of it? I just want the depression to end. And for that I think I need to be better. And I want to be happy, but how is one happy? And you all got me to do and try so much but I still don¡ät feel really better. Yes I got sex, Yes I got lovers, I got more social stuff than I ever wanted, I still get to do my hobbies or what not that is possible down ¡­ No my hobbies are dead back on earth. But I don¡ät know if sitting playing PC games all day really is a factor of my depression.¡±

    Tris tries to stop him, but Laka is there to counter stop that attempt with a strong paw on Tris jaw. Laka was happy that he is managing to let his thoughts flow and to get more words to try and pick meaning out of.

    He carries on with his self reflection. ¡°I had all the food and water and shelter back on earth and here too. I had no social life aside from goofing off in games. Back home I was numb. Here I am forced to feel and can¡ät take it. It is so much and I can¡ät tell what I am doing wrong. I don¡ät ...¡±

    Tris then breaks free from Laka¡äs grasp and gently axiom powered smacks Karl out of his mental death spiraling thoughts. Sadly Tris axiom muscle boosting skill is not very fine refined as she put on strength to break free of Laka, she also smacks Karl out of his vertical position into a horizontal one.

    Karl-Heinz has no real awareness of the oncoming impact and simply collapses like a sack of bones, sort of rolling with the punch and wordlessly collapses to the ground without much damage aside from a few bruises.

    At least from Karl-Heinz perspective it felt like no big deal, to everyone else in the room Tris just smashed the most valuable person or entity on the entire planet, like a drunk on power lieutenant selecting volunteers for first line Charging duty to their death. Disrespecting the china tea set with a sledgehammer.

    Before Karl could grunt and properly lift himself of the ground, he was already being trampled by the enraged berserk mob of wives rushing at Tris.

    Who in fairness of her flawed self realized that she had fucked up massively and instead of laying low the attacking party, like she easily could do with not that much issue, given that Cannidor are a very feared threat on any battlefield front line, she curled up into a ball against a wall and hardened her muscles with a touch of axiom and taking all the punches without complaint.

    That Tris was now as soft to punch or kick like a concrete block with a thin wool blanket hung in front of it was, didn¡ät bother the rightfully enraged group bashing their knuckles bloody on her. At least her fur softened some of the blows to avoid broken bones in hands or feet.

    Lucky again, Laka was more worried about the first slightly bruised and now less slightly trampled Karl, than about joining in the kick group with some mass that could maybe do some actual damage.

    He for his part had managed to roll over to lay on his back and staring at the ceiling, holding and rubbing his good side face cheek, where he had been smacked, with his prosthetic aided arm and rubbing a more nasty pain in his right flank with his good arm, where he had been stepped on.

    Laka observed that he was breathing a bit heavier than normal but didn¡ät seem to be bleeding. But before she could call Doc and try to get a closer look at him, Karl took a deep long breath and got himself off the ground.

    Laka¡äs body managed to shield him from more trampling as more outside women half realized what had happened and joined in to try and bash the problem.

    Just As Vaskra and Sarsa managed to enter the room, Karl put his foot down and crashed the party for everyone. Putting a halt to everything and everyone by closing the door, with Part of Sarsa¡äs tail in still in it seeming stuck in position, and seeming to craft so much things at once out of sight that noise let the room vibrate and everyone drop from exhaustion lack of axiom.

    Now standing tall above everyone else laying on the ground, still rubbing his pain, he spoke. ¡°Let Tris do her thing.¡± He said as hard as he ever had said anything, keeping everyone quiet and waiting for him to continue even thou the axiom returned enough for the wives to be able to move again.

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    ¡°I need to face my problems. Hiding didn¡ät help. Ignoring doesn¡ät help. Tris tries to confront them. I need your strong help Tris.¡± This plea of urgency, fueled from his desperation and his despair, managed to neutralize most of the emotions of anger anyone had and they shuffled a bit away from Tris, who then got back up and walked over to Karl as if nothing had even touched her.

    ¡°Sor.¡± She tried to start, but again surprising everyone was cut off by Karl-Heinz.

    ¡°NO!¡± He even yelled, starting to full body tremble. ¡°I need hard facts, I need hard work and I will do it now!¡± He took a breath and tried but failed to calm himself back down, he was by now flooded with Adrenalin and panic sweating. ¡°Sorries later. Now you tell me how to be better, to be not depressed.¡±

    ¡°Then start by lifting some weights.¡± Came the slightly worried reaction from Tris. She was way out of her dept, but willing to fake it until she could think of a next step or at least buy time for someone else to save her out of this mess,

    Karl did as he was told, crafted himself a 5kg dumbbell and started lifting it with his right arm. Lucky enough the axiom was still not back to normal completely, but this minor reshaping and adjusting until the object felt like 5kg was not a big strain on the Axiom.

    While Tris was watching and racking her brain for solutions behind a fake grin, Sarsa and Laka flanked the woman and a small discussion broke out.

    Laka starting. ¡°If he hadn¡ät stopped the Family, you would have been so dead, you maybe still are.¡±

    Sarsa followed it up whilst Vaskra tried to join in with hearing the small conversation group. ¡°Report. What happened?¡±

    Tris used this as a chance to tell her side before opinions could paint a less optimal picture. ¡±Husband got into one of his bad thought spots, I tried to slap, eeeh snap him out of it. They tried to stop me aaaaand I may have slapped Karl-Heinz to the ground as I broke free from the group.¡±

    The glare Tris earned from the snake could have made Drill Sargents blush in envy.

    Having the first wife in full view of her peripheral vision, Tris felt the need to try and either dig her own grave a bit deeper or hope to mitigate the following blow back to less severe degrees. ¡°He needed that slap! Look he is still trying to do better!.¡± The glare somehow becoming more intense as slit-ed snake eyes grew closer as eyelids added the next layer of slits.

    Tris grin broke and she raised her arms, forgetting Karl wanted her attention and help. ¡°Fine I will accept what ever punishment you hand out to me oh glorious first wife!¡±

    Before the Nagasha could back off and focus on the next step in this situation, Karl piped up again. ¡°No you will not! I need help and big Shark mama is the only one willing to smack me when I get stuck. I need her!¡±

    This about ended every thought the present women had in the still very packed room. Laka lifted her hands, but more than open and close her mouth did not get achieved by that line of crashed thoughts.

    Tris for her part found a roll to play and slipped right back into it. ¡°Then continue moving this weight! You are barely lifting them up!¡±

    Everyone else just shuffeld around on their spot, still unable to leave due to the closed door and unable to help Karl-Heinz or Tris or request the exit to be opened for now.

    Sarsa for her part had more options at hand of stuff she can and should do, to better their situation. This may not be the best solution, but it was the best she could come up with for the moment. ¡°Hubby, could you please open the doorway, so that we can leave you to work out with Tris without being disturbed.¡± The voice started as a question but half way thru the sentence shifted in tone to an apology, based on the shame she collected from the unfortunate events leading her to self blame the current pain of her man on herself.

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    As the door opened again, Tris gave Karl a bit of verbal abuse for daring to stop his arm from moving, most likely to stay in her role and overshadow her own inner mix of emotions, and Sarsa pointed at Laka to follow and Vaskra to stay. Sara was there, having been alerted by the commotion and thrown out of bed to do her duty, but had been stuck on the outside of the closed door, staring at the trapped part of Sarsa still outside of the room.

    Still despite the half awake night guard insisting on doing her job, only Tris and Vaskra remained with the man in the gym.

    The door ended up being locked by a bar of rock that is removable from the inside, but no lock or anything short of a blasting charge would open it from the outside. After that reforming craft cheat, Karl dropped first the weight, then himself right back after it, as his Adrenalin level dipped below the magical minimum point that he had used to keep going.

    Now collapsed on the floor, he curled up into the fetal position and just stared blankly into the room. Unfocused on anyone, anything and observing the void of space between realities. Slightly shaking still from the weight of emotions, thoughts and Adrenalin remaining in his system.

    Vaskra and Tris both looked at Karl, then each other, then observed him for a bit longer. After a roughly three minute break, Tris had enough and grabbed him, lifting him into a standing position with ease under his armpits. He was hanging limp and not taking to using his feet, so she smacked him on his left cheek with her tail.

    ¡°You wanted to be better! That was enough of a break. Now tell me your thought results.¡± Tris tried to command. But it needed to be repeated a second time until Karl managed to come back from that void trip.

    ¡°Everything is meaningless.¡± He managed to almost mumble out rather quiet.

    This display of utter defeatism managed to break something in Vaskra, so the second wife unloaded her stress. ¡°Meaningless!! Are you sure? Because to me everything I have done was for you and the family. OUR family. You impregnated all of us. You will be a father. You will be happy. You have saved most of us countless times and also risked our lives just as often. How? How is a life full of epic saga worthy events MEANINGLESS?!¡± Full on screaming at his face at the end of it.

    Still hanging limp in Tris arms, he pulled up his legs and closed his arms in a cowering posture, fearful eyes managing to focus on Vaskra.

    So Tris metaphorically stepped in again and slapped Vaskra in the face with her tail.

    This did lighten the mood in Karl-Heinz a lot and he found that comedic enough to let out a small single laugh. Still it seems that the single laugh was not enough to get him back to moving, so Tris tapped his not trampled flank with her tail to try and get a response.

    He twitched a bit, so she repeated the poking and asked. ¡°Are you gona get back to lifting now? To be better?¡±

    Her tilted head seemed to have been enough to get him out of his current funk or breakdown or overload or exhaustion or what ever other reason was keeping the man of the harem unresponsive this time.

    So he nodded yes.

    Got set back on his feet and continued to monotonous lift the one weight with his good arm.

    Big question for Vaskra unanswered and Tris busy to crack this situation with a very ill suited match up of skill set and character for this problem, made the rooms atmosphere quiet and tense. Karl-Heinz seemed to have no major problem at the moment and managed to look neutral again.

    The neutral expression didn¡ät say much, but it was better than the grimaces he wore when breaking down, so it did count as an improvement.

    Lucky for all in the room, Karl could start and sweat without invoking to overpowering sexual urges as both women present where very satisfied in their urges and thus much easier able to suppress that aspect of this interaction.

    Still the question of meaning didn¡ät let Vaskra go, so she gave it a second more calm attempt to resolve. ¡°What do you mean with meaningless?¡±

    ¡°What do you mean meaningless?¡± Karl-Heinz countered, having had forgotten that keyword of the chronology of their chat pre his latest mini or semi break down.

    ¡°You said it is all meaningless. Why is everything meaningless?¡± Vaskra was definitely building up a slight rage again, but so far she would be able to handle it, if not Tris would cut her down and handle it for her.

    ¡°Because no matter what I do, I am not happy. So why even try if I am miserable no matter what I do?¡± Came the unusual fast response without the half a minute waiting time like the last answer had taken. So this was one of the premeditated ones that had kept his mind busy when he had free mental space to do so.

    This lead back into a long stretching moment of silence. Long enough that Tris switched him away from using his good arm to training the crippled one and his axiom prosthetic usage.

    ¡°So what would make you happy?¡± Tris then threw in. ¡°I enjoy the rush of battle and dominating in combat over others.¡±

    ¡°Hmmmm, to have sex feels good, to be praised for completing hard tasks feels good, but they must have been hard for me or I just feel bad for being mock praised. Also I feel good when I help others and see that it helped.¡± He starts blabbering and both take very careful note of what he is saying.

    But sadly, or rather as to be expected, Karl-Heinz stalls out and can¡ät name any more things that make him happy. So Tris rocks this boat by trying to keep him talking, whilst exercising. ¡°What makes you unhappy?¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 61 : Workout with Tris / Politics attempt three

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    Chapter 61 : Workout with Tris / Politics attempt three

    The endless stream of bad things in Karl-Heinz point of view, that he lists off by Tris request, keeps on flowing endlessly like a over pressured oil well. Still even though no one writes along, it keeps him thinking and talking, so Tris bought herself a lot of time to think up other helpful ¡°be better¡± kind of things to do.

    Lucky for Tris, she was not alone in the room and Vaskra managed to have her own good idea to further this odd forced situation into a better channel. ¡°Maybe try and get him to think happy stuff? Husband seems to be spinning in misery with his own motivation this time.¡± She whispers to Tris.

    To that Tris nods and holds up Karl, by grabbing his face and mouth shut with her hand. ¡°Shush, you seem to know many bad things, many odd bad things as I never heard about what Nestle is. Anyway, switch up to a different pose, it looks as if you have worn out your arm and now are more pushing with the prosthetic than your muscles.¡±

    After a quick repositioning, Vaskra is now above Karl-Heinz and playing as a weight for his legs to push up and down whilst he is laying on the ground.

    As Tris did not prompt him to think positive yet, Vaskra takes the moment and does that herself. ¡°What did you already achieve in being better with the family?¡±

    As this was a question aimed at getting him to think more positive thoughts, it turns out that Karl-Heinz is not very good at thinking positive, be it lack of training or a yet hard to take shift of his own point of view. This was seen in him stopping all his movements and just blank staring at the ceiling.

    Given that they all well knew that he sometimes needs much much longer than most people to reach an answer, the resulting inaction and silence is allowed to drag on. So long in fact that Tris shifts her position from standing on two legs, to quadrupedal stance.

    Then sitting.

    Then Laying.

    Then Sitting again.

    When Tris is about to start doing her own workout moves, Karl starts to but his overcooked thoughts into words. ¡°I am grateful to have a so dependent family that force me to do my chores, Happy that I am not alone with my thoughts.¡±

    The time had given Karl-Heinz so much room that he had jumped one or three mental steps ahead in his mind and thus again not really answered the original question. Still, this question was just a primer to change the mood and thus this answer was a success in achieving that goal.

    This time Vaskra followed up the next question, she had by far enough time to have her own thoughts in order to progress the theme of this scene by now. ¡°So is the life with us better than where you came from?¡±

    This answer gladly came at an almost normal speed from Karl. ¡°Yes¡±

    ¡°So you already are doing better.¡± This was spoken as a statement with all the certainty Tris could push into it without turning it into a battle cry or getting loud.

    Lucky enough, Karl still registered it as a question and returned another ¡°Yes¡±, reinforcing the positive effect of Tris statement.

    ¡°So why am I not feeling happy or normal?¡± Came the confused, but this time not mental break down laden question from the man.

    Still this was an easy if not very psychologically or politically masterful answer from Vaskra. ¡°Because you ended up in a war zone and married a random bunch of desperate soldiers. Then we struggled for months and finally managed to escape the hell hole and.¡±

    Now Tris pushed the still idling second wife aside, stopping her speech and standing in her quadrupedal stance over Karl-Heinz, continuing the now bastardized speech. ¡°aaaaand now we got new problems to face that may force us into more unsafe moments. You also are a very odd man to not hiding behind us wives at all times being pampered. But you do you, you help a lot after all.¡±

    This did manage to finish off something in Karl-Heinz head. Next he put his legs back on the ground and tried to crawl out from under Tris. ¡°Yes.¡± He says in his bland monotone voice again. ¡°Lets now do the now problems. My head is frying from all the heavy thinking. So next time next week.¡±

    Then he gets up on his feet and looks at the odd look on Tris face. But before he can ask for clarification of the confusion, Vaskra cuts in. ¡°Yes now do the now problems, we need a door for diplomatic stuff and Harriet.¡±

    Being shooed out the normal ,not craft cheat opened, so still log block able door, Karl was then back in the hallway, tripping over the back third of his first wife¡äs tail. He still was greeted and shielded from attention by a slightly relaxed but still very irate Laka and the usual gaggle of random wives, trying and failing to hid the readied explosives to break the door or wall in.

    So all was more or less as should be normal again for now.

    The Gaggle group walked past the mess-hall, getting greeted by a runner and requested to not halt at the mess-hall but follow the tail all the way to first wife¡äs torso. They did that without issue or complaint and meet her in the currently staffed greeting room.

    A many blocked hugs, still sneak stolen hugs and kisses and a gesture later and the entrance stairs to the surface was open yet again.

    But to Karl¡äs amazed subverted expectation, the room was not immediately flooded with molten need of women squeezing down the stairs in what ever form they where able to. No instead a few people orderly came down and the Nagasha was able to open the door outside and properly greet the visitors at a respectful distance.

    Then Karl¡äs expectations got confirmed anyway as a small contingent of over very over eager, oddly enough eager, concerned instead of eager and dripping wet women flooded into the room. But this seems to have been a machination orchestrated by Harriet, as the wife to be victory marched in behind the lot. Then tried to walk right past Sarsa and into the bunker, which got blocked first by Sarsa¡äs disapproving glare, Sarsa¡äs tail tripping the Volpir lady and a quickly slammed shut door, after Sarsa had pulled her tail all the way into the greeting room.

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    Chaos was ready to burst out into open anarchy with this mixture. Still this was not the first greeting gone bad for any of the harem wives. The guests quickly got divided and conquered, or rather divided and gotten distracted and put to work.

    The marriage application boot got opened up again, also reformed into the stone wall by a quick request made at Karl. This got most women¡äs attention. Then the opposite side of the room had Sarsa avoiding the unplanned guests and the actual greeting committee followed the Nagasha to the less crowded side of the room.

    Mostly followed the Nagasha first wife, some got into the bastard mix of waiting line and shoving bulk to try and get their hopes up to get a man.

    Still Sarsa could not tell or care less who of the present women where neglecting their duty, as long as she got a formal set of papers set up that could guarantee their independent safety and trade deals going.

    A more bland looking woman started the conversation. ¡°You are Sarsa, the first wife of this family, correct?¡±

    ¡°Yes I am and who am I speaking too in return?¡±

    Karl had moved not one bit from his golden spot close to the way further into the bunker, but again getting bored fast listening to the chat outside the walls. He still was sweaty from the workout and didn¡ät seem to notice it. How could he anyway? He was surrounded by very well fucked and dedicated women who could suppress the growing desire very well by now.

    ¡°I am Mia Hooter. I was send here to negotiate with you.¡± Mia answered with a slight bow.

    This did not get a reaction out of Sarsa, she instead pulled in her tail and set down her hip section on her piled up tail to be a bit more comfortable. Waiting for her opposition to make a mistake or move.

    It didn¡ät take long and the socially skilled conversation continued on with Mia probing. ¡°So we heard you want to close a trade deal and would like to be left in, well mostly left alone conditions. Say, why not relocate to further away from the front lines instead?¡±

    ¡°Maybe, for now I will see what options I can haggle for here where we are now, relocating is quite the hassle, you know. Also this close to the fighting zone our traded goods are in high demand so close to it¡äs intended area of being used.¡± Sarsa replied with a slight smirk on her lips.

    ¡°Yaaaa we got the best guns around!¡± an enthusiastic Rabbis wife shouted from one of the em-placed gun positions. She emphasized her words by slapping the Gatling rail-guns barrel in front of her.

    Outwards unperturbed Mia pressed on. ¡°Oh I know you have interesting offers. I was informed of your brief dealings with our troops on the front lines. That officer had handed in a few reports about you. Sadly the counter attacks to win your little position back where for naught and they seemed to have missed you relocating.¡±

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    ¡°Yes yes, that is not something I don¡ät want to know. But let us first get to why I actually got send here. After all it is much more comforting to know that the group of women running around your fields is a friendly and just misplaced bunch instead of assuming it and ending up seeing ones land damaged or destroyed.¡± She waves off.

    ¡°Correct, but I am that woman in that field and from my point of view I am afraid the farmers may try to come and cause me trouble. No, rather that they come and try to cause trouble again. The last Lady walking down here to talk was sadly to far up her own honor that she ended up fighting Tris and ended up losing her honor and armor.¡± Looking a bit happy at being able to bring up this point, Sarsa¡äs coils pull together a bit tighter and making the head move a bit higher.

    ¡°Yes yes, she was reprimanded when she got returned and one of her secretaries had been asked for a report. But could we now move on to the important aspect of what kind of relationship you try to have with my nation?¡± Mia said whilst standing a bit stiffer in her spot.

    ¡°Non aggression and trade, also a bit of top land around our newly build village.¡± Sarsa shot out with a pleased grin afterwards.

    ¡°What if we say no to that?¡± Came as a to quick to be diplomatically properly thought out response.

    ¡°Then the random women in the fields go and first fend of the women trying to stop them, then these random women go and start having fun that marauders can come up with, taking what supplies we need and see how far our fun can go.¡± The Nagasha said with a more stern determined look, lacking any of the previous mirth.

    ¡°You may cause a bit of trouble, but eventually you would all die.¡± Mia countered to this threat.

    ¡°Oh maybe we would fall, maybe not. We did survive the front lines and managed to break thru to end up here. So I put my chances very high in dyeing of old age rather than laser fire. The question then turns, from my point of view, into if you want to really deal with the potential looting and destruction or would you rather treat us like an uppity little cult but otherwise peaceful trade partner?¡± With this comment the smugness was creeping back onto Sarsa¡äs face.

    Mia was rather professional at diplomacy, her face managed to not change its expression after that threat. She was also standing straight without outwards visible issue.

    Karl was getting bored again by now, Laka did try to placate and preemptively get him drunk once she noticed the first fidgeting movements on him. She had a bottle on her in on of her clothes pockets for just this kind of occasion and had handed it over to her man and protection charge by now.

    Karl for his part had his mind wander again, but this time his boredom was slightly more welcomed than usual. He was busy retracing his thoughts on his situation. He knew he felt shit, that was how he felt most of the time he could remember. Feeling shit or numb. But this change and this many unhealthy eager women and all the other mostly exciting situations on this planet mad him feel good often enough, even if it is only the guarantied happy feeling after an orgasm.

    So Karl suspected his minds emotions where deliberately fucking with him, which would fit in whit how a depression would work, feeling bad no matter what he did or didn¡ät do.

    ¡°What do we need to pay you to release the poor man and become part of our nation?¡± Mia said with a straight face, If she had sweat glands, they may have betrayed some kind of emotion, but she didn¡ät have them and thus just stood there straight.

    ¡°Nothing, he is not for sale.¡± Sarsa said without thinking about it, directly back into a full angry glare and a stare that would make any rabbit freeze up into a stone statue imitation.

    Mia did see Sarsa¡äs reaction and noticed that this was a sore topic she stepped into. So changed strategy, ¡°What trade deal are you thinking off?¡±

    ¡°Simple, you send us foods and resources or even stuff that needs repairing and we in turn hand over finished products, We also want to be a recognized foreign entity with our own small patch of land. Also some other amenities like that we are to be treated nicely or we start either colonizing or marauding and plundering. You know, it boils down to us wanting a nice enough life or we will get nasty if we get denied.¡± The glare did not drop, even though it soften a bit off as her mind had wandered back to the negotiations part of this interaction.

    ¡°Is it really smart to threaten every time you try to get something? Wouldn¡ät it be nicer to dangle a treat that I would want instead of trying to build a fear of danger?¡± Mia snapped back, seeming frustrated at her situation.

    ¡°Ok, get us a good deal and you can have your spies back.¡±

    This did manage to break Mia¡äs stony composure. As she took a half step back at Sarsa leaning in to deliver that line.

    ¡°Or would you rather we take care of them as we please?¡± The Nagasha leaned in a bit closer, coming into licking distance of Mia¡äs nose.

    ¡°What spies do you mean?¡± Mia tried, but her acting had failed that attempt already one backstep ago. ¡°We did not send any spies.¡±

    Which did get a supporting nods of the supporting gaggle of Mia¡äs entourage.

    ¡°Please, in my travels thru the war zone and no mans land, I had to adapt a lot. Your Cloaken sneaking around as they please unseen and all nude was one such thing. You lost a few of them against us. Now you could save the ones you send when we turned up here in the peaceful zone.¡± Sarsa upped the pressure, like pressing an advantage in a fight when the enemy is slowly routing or their trenches devolving into a melee chaos.

    But this was not a combat war, but a no rules verbal battle of a negotiations war. So the pressure did not gain the victory of the war, merely the victory of this engagement, with a hopeful advantage for the next battle to come. Thus Mia gave her excuses and fled the scene with her gaggle of helpers.

    The excuse of ¡°I will need to contact my higher ups and clear up some details.¡± rung rather hollow, but sadly not totally dismiss-able. Thus Mia was able to do a tactical retreat instead of being routed and demolished or cornered and eradicated.

    Sighing heavy, Sarsa straightened up her posture and accepted the applause and praises from her side of the defending sister wives on the guns. Knowing that she had yet much to learn in politicking, a skill sorely needed and very hard to acquire in training or recruiting.

    As the First wife suspected, Harriet had joined in on the applause next to her and now budged in on her personal space and stealing her attention.

    With a deep sigh, Sarsa¡äs posture of dominance broke down into one of frustration. She sagged back down to her normal height and slithered her way back inside of the defenses. ¡°What did you manage to bring me, my scamming merchant aspirant sister wife?¡±

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    Chapter 62 : Politics attempt three / Presentation Time

    On Harriet¡äs insistent demands and repayment of her smeared honor, which no one takes serious for now, Karl finds it interesting and follows along on his own accord, so the small group of Laka, Tris, Sarsa, Doc, Harriet and a group of not front line posted wives are quickly gathered in the mess hall.

    All in there random places on the chairs and benches in the room. Karl gets some food shoved his way by a worried cooking wife, as a chance to make him meet his daily calories at least in some way. Sarsa is in her spot in the front to the side and Harriet had the area closest to a stage that Sarsa normally used for her morning speeches.

    ¡°Oh great family.¡± The opportunists started, only to get stopped by Laka trowing in a quick, ¡°Not quite yet.¡± which got the rest giggling.

    ¡°Oh glorious family.¡± The merchant started again. ¡°I got the stuff you requested!¡± She held a small pause as the opinion off her rose up rather high in some women present. Karl, Sarsa, Laka and Tris stayed calm, all having learned from interacting with some form of cooperate or high officials speeches what framing and almost lying in speeches looked like.

    ¡°The wares are upstairs to claim. The requested women should be waiting up there too.¡± Again her speech managed to make her stand out with pride and respect.

    Yet as no expected ¡°But¡± got delivered to make this a more grounded and realistic response, Tris lost her temper and shoved in her question to pop that bubble. ¡°And how good quality are the goods? How desperate are the specialists?¡±

    ¡°Top quality and they are so eager to join I had to almost chain them to my truck to keep them from running here ahead of me on their own!¡± Harriet defended herself.

    Smelling a nice big price at the end of this hunt for truth, Tris pushed on. ¡°You brought along one of Hubbies old jars of bottled cum and sweat, then used that stuff to convince and bribe who ever you could for more.¡±

    Harriet just stood there stunned with her jaw hanging open after that line.

    This was enough confirmation for Tris to take the win, turn it into a wide grin and then perform a gentle stand up and bow. This got Karl to start applauding this display of verbal cunning and most others of the room joined in.

    A half minute later and a died down and re-seated crowd, Harriet was by now sulking in defeat, ears low and tail dragging on the floor as she side stepped left and right.

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    This shocked Harriet as everyone, but Karl-Heinz, nodded in agreement to the first wife. Still this did not hold her for long as there was potential favors to be earned from this. ¡°So when will you help me carry it down here? It is a bit crowded up there and alone it would take me quite a while to get it done.¡±

    ¡°Do it now, bring it into the big storage room right behind the defenses. Then you can, if you want to, present our wares to Karl. But you do have to present the new potential wives to me and Karl-Heinz.¡± Sarsa said whilst a new runner came into the mess hall, being gestured by a raised hand to wait a bit.

    Before Harriet could react tough, she jumped up from a very unexpected sensation on her fluffy ears. Scavera made herself known by a gentle touch and a preemptive comment. ¡°No, the dust when you enter the bunker stays to find spies.¡±

    Keeping the Volpir off guard Sarsa then added on. ¡°You also can get who ever agrees to help you, to do so, but not the ones manning the defenses.¡±

    Good enough point than any other, Harriet took the win, tried to suppress the unexpected jump scare and twists and made a fast clipped walk out the door to get her task done. Big plans and hopes for that night in mind

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    Stopping in the storage room he did see the train still looking good and not daring to touch it as the Gohbs of his family had made it their room, bunk or home. They somehow had managed to build up a closed cabin on one of the trailers from wood and where seemingly eager to slowly turn the train either into a road monster or arts and craft crazy glue accident.

    Oddly enough, they had not yet gotten the ability to weld stuff, but the workshop scrap box had been plundered a few times for some of the creations components.

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    The newest prisoner seemed to this time not have been knocked out and was merely tied up. Karl felt the difference when a cheeky tail brushed thru his hair and a muffled moan of contempt happiness escaped Tris shoulder.

    This did get a reaction out of Laka. ¡°Did this one surrender or why is she not knocked out or tied up more securely?¡±

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    Karl had a brain fart at that and blurted out his idea. ¡°Can we paint numbers on them? I can¡ät tell them apart and you all most likely can¡ät either.¡±

    ¡°Great idea!¡± one of the Gohbs called out and quickly rushed out towards the prison rooms direction.

    Tris nodded to Laka and carried on carrying her newest love interest away. The invisible tail still messing with Karl¡äs hair as long as he was standing in range.

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    So far it was many smaller house hold items. Toasters, Bread or meat cutters, hand shavers, some oddly fancy looking lighter and so on. Next a wife was bringing in a machine looking like a clothes dryer or washing machine.

    All devices without a power cord, all of them looking ready to just be started up and do their thing.

    Karl-Heinz had no idea or context if this was the bottom trash unemployed government aid house hold machines or if this was what nobles displayed to the world visiting on small marble pedestals that she had the money to have her maids use convenient machines to aid in daily chores. But Karl did not ask to get context, rather stand there and wait until the proper show could start.

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    make your bad day either pleasant or agonizing with her judgment of use of painkillers in case of injury. It also did not help that the procession of goods needed to be brought from the trucks, through the slightly blocking crowd, through the full of applicant hopeful wives to be room, past the doors that needed to repeatedly kick out over eager women and do that all through narrow stairways and doors.

    now after at long last an eternity and a half, with a small pile of logic puzzle blocks and toys Karl had made in boredom from memo

    ¡°First you get to see the requested wares. The requested wives are stuck in traffic at the entrance gate it seems¡± Harriet opened, trying to get a chuckle, which worked on a few of the wives present so a good enough. ¡°Here you can see stacked up the collected luxury goods and machines that the rich and favored are eager to use.¡±

    Harriet stopped her speech as Karl¡äs hand shot up. ¡°Yes?¡± She asked pointing an arm at him to prompt his response.

    ¡°So a normal person would just live in a normal shit house and do most house work with just simple tools and muscle power and open fires?¡± He asked, curious about how this worlds level of luxury and standards of living looked like.

    But Harriet was a good enough merchant to stay on the topic of her sales pitch and deflected that question easy enough. ¡°We can talk about that sometime else, for now I am going to present what I got here. Anyway...¡± With a happy energetic swing in her tail and some pep in her steps, the hoping bride to be went into a very fancy listing of facts and sales pitch points to get her items enough verbal prestige to hit the mark of entry.

    She did avoid technical details that got asked of her a few time by Karl-Heinz, as the merchant simply did not know them. But she did happily answer what ever she was able to answer.

    It turns out that this world had no extensive power-grid. The big factories maybe have external electrical power production. But almost everyone else did not need heavy power lines, as everything just got powered by Axiom. Making all the house hold luxury machines self powered in their own way.

    This also woke the hope in Karl-Heinz that he could get a pc going in his live time on this planet. As the delivered high luxury goods did have some slightly complex logic components build in that one could try to reverse engineer or replicate.

    The plan for trading was after all to replicate existing stuff and mass produce it for profit. With the added side note of maybe trading weapons of better quality that what was seen on the front lines for a cheaper price. At least if they can figure out these pricing details and use them to maximize their own profits.

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    He was distracted from the intense body contact, still he managed to keep his focus on the second part of the presentation. It seems that Harriet had also managed to get a group of skilled women for the harem brought over and into the bunker. They where now lined up, slightly against their will, next to the newest possible trade goods in the middle of the room.

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    Also added on top, Harriet had stopped being even partially lucid three close sniffs into her cuddles. By now she was as far gone as a cat in a field of cat nip with an added drooling effect from both pairs of her lips.

    d to avoid Karl-Heinz or Vaskra¡äs veto. As neither Karl or the one who had green lit them entering the

    Yet it was hard to give the small speech or at best a lacking presentation with the man in eyesight being fingered by a very over eager woman, the room almost swimming in pheromones and the looming possibility of failure dreading them to maybe risk more than would be sane in a calm and not lust drugged mind.

    One needed to go first. Three tried to do that and almost stumbled over themselves to try and reach that spot light position in front of the crowd, eyes completely fixed on Karl and Sarsa. The real first ending up to be the underdog short stack.

    give her credentials and ramble on about what dedicated good work she had done as an actual graduated

    Then the Kohb was intercepted on her way to Karl by Doc and dragged of to the infirmary to talk shop. The newest actual doctor, never had any physical demanding work in her life and was rather easily overpowered by the fit soldier medic wanna be.

    Second in line was another Gohb crafter. Headstrong freeing herself from the second line of stumbled people, to give her credentials, her crafts of pride from her life so far. Then she trailed off as the Gohbs from the train stole her attention first with insults, then with the machine they called home and shortly after assimilated into the sub family.

    Sarsa was rubbing her head in frustration at the already decaying order of the room. So she waved forward the next woman to try her chances.

    Next up was a seeming gentle giant. The second Lopen Karl had ever seen on this planet. This time with an attached big very fluffy tail. She walked forward uneasy and soft, making no sound when her paws hit the ground. Sitting down like a dog in the spot the others had done their audition.

    The tail was not wagging or moving. Just pressed against the side of her body on the floor. Her look was focused on Laka. Both Lopen having gone into some kind of stare off competition.

    Sarsa first gestured with one arm to get the woman speaking,

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    Then commanded it with a normal. ¡°Hey¡±

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    This got a surprised growl and yip combination from the guard wife. A reflex noise from her surprise at the sudden hit out of nowhere. But the focus remained on the stare off.

    So Sarsa did her next and most likely last step of escalation. ¡°Tris can you snap Laka out of it?¡± Regretting the words even before they had passed her lovely plush lips.

    Tris for her part just upped her ever present grin a bit. ¡°Gladly¡± And stepped in front of Laka, Blocking both Lopen women¡äs view of each other. This did manage to work as both voiced up in unison. ¡°Why did you stop the test?¡± from Laka and ¡°I almost had her!¡± from the new girl.

    Before the two managed to lean around Tris to restart what ever the two had going on, Sarsa interjected. ¡°Explain?¡± towards Laka and a raised flat hand stopping gesture at the candidate, who for her part was still remaining in place, not moving even a bit more of her body than her heavy chest in normal breaths.

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    Still an answer this well will do in this moment for Sarsa. ¡°Understood, do that later, now I would like to know her credentials and other points that I can get a grasp on if she is a good sister wife or not.¡±

    To that Laka counters. ¡°Does not matter. I will test her and if need be train up what she is lacking.¡±

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 63 : Presentation Time / Living Legend

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    Chapter 63 : Presentation Time / Living Legend

    The Mommy doggy duo trot off to do their test in quiet and without disturbing the rest of this procession. Tris fills in as guard shark until someone can fetch Sara from her attempt at getting enough sleep into her system.

    Still the security risk for Karl-Heinz is rather low at the moment. He is still wearing the the Volpir body armor, given how close that merchant has pressed herself into his private space, and he was still in the middle of the storage room in the secured controlled bunker, surrounded by many of his wives and interviewing a very outnumbered amount of hopeful soon to be wives.

    Karl was thus declared save enough and stable enough to not be worried about.

    The second to last candidate stepped forwards and did a slight bow. It was another Kohb, this time noticeably older and looking like her body protested much against many movements of a day. Karl could not tell if people aged the same way as they did on earth, so it might as well just be looking a bit worn down and yet still be able to do things like one was in their prime.

    Maybe they just got slower and looking older than actually starting to hurt all over. He had no idea. But he was interested enough to interrupt the respectful kind looking woman from her chat with Sarsa. ¡°How pain full is it to get old for you?¡±

    This was a badly worded question, but this was no royal court and he was the irreplaceable and known to be socially inept man, so no one minded that kind of rudeness.

    ¡°I will let you know that, I am a lucky person to have aged with grace.¡± The Kohb then did a bit of a belly dance with a few chest and hip pronounced swings and a spin, which did not answer what Karl had in mind to want to know.

    So he asked again. ¡°Are you hurting in your joints? How easy is your day to day life?¡±

    Which was a better pair of questions, but sadly past right by the Kohb. ¡°Nothing hurts more than normal and I do my day to day just fine.¡± Was countered with a slight perplexed look.

    ¡°Fucking axiom cheats the lot of you.¡± Karl got out whilst Harriet was more busy on the back of his head, sniffing herself into his hair, whilst he went grumpy in feeling cheated.

    He did get a quick look over by every woman in his harem to make sure he was not spiraling again. Lucky enough it seemed that this quirk of the galaxy did not trigger an outrage like the fat storage debacle did.

    Getting back on track, this middle aged Kohb claimed to be another medical expert, even a head Doctor in her little clinic overseeing other medical skilled people. Her ambitions seemed to have won out against her greed of possessions and now she is here and ready to abandon her lives work for a man to call husband.

    Still Sarsa could already smell that this one would try to rebuild her medical empire right here in the harem or up in the village above them. But that was a future problem, with the new looking good to hire her on the spot.

    Doc was already off with the other doctor, so this woman jumped with joy at her confirmed admittance and not long after Karl-Heinz face was blocked yet again.

    The last potential wife of the Harriet wave was also an older woman. A cripple even, losing an arm and having a rather impressively still beautiful face despite it looking like one side of it having either been laser or fire burned to coal at one point in her life. There was an eye missing on the burned side of the face, the arm was missing on the other side of her body. Still she looked healthy and had stood ram rood straight thru the entire procession, patiently waiting her turn.

    When her turn came she marched up to Sarsa and gave her a judgmental glare strong enough to make the First wife judge and second guess everything about herself to her very core.

    Still, Tris was still there to give her distracting opinion on the matter, no laws, established decorum or ethics established or ever able to stop her. ¡°TR I presume?¡±

    The woman nodded once.

    ¡°Live at home boring?¡± Tris followed up, now only paying half attention to TR whilst the other half was trying to help Karl breathe again past a now very love drugged Kohb.

    The woman nodded again.

    Tris held a bit of a pause, pulling Harriet off of Karl like a kitten by the scruff of her neck. She then slapped a small glimpse of sens into the woman, then turned her to face TR and asked. ¡°Why did you bring her here?¡± with a small pinch of fear in her words.

    ¡°She said she was good with healing minds!¡± Came the rather amplified in fear response from the merchant, still held by her neck, curling together like a naughty cat about to be punished.

    This response Tris did not expect. So she dropped Harriet and started to ponder.

    Karl for his part managed to use his now even battleground to subdue the face hugger Kohb and pin her by first trapping her between his legs and then kneeling down to trap her with the weight of his body under his butt and between his legs. He had tried to get into a better position, but the released Harriet stopped his efforts by reengaging her to close contact with his face in her chest and her nose lost in his hair.

    Sarsa took over this interview, given that Tris had seemed to finish her intervention or disturbance or at least paused it for now. ¡°So what qualifications do you bring to the family and what is your goal here?¡±

    Sara managed to show up too, looking worse in lack of sleep than she normally did and helped Karl stem the tide of over eager virgin women.

    TR spoke calm, quiet and with a steady even pacing. ¡°My qualification is that I helped many overcome their trench terrors. So often so that I even turned it into a nice pay day and a more calm life after I had to leave the front lines.¡± She lifted her crippled arm, showing off the scared stump. ¡°Also I am one of the very very few who do this kind of task. You know, there is steady work out there for helping the survivors, but not that many with the skill set and less with chances to gain it.¡±

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    Sarsa nodded to that and waved her hand in a gesture for the woman to continue, whilst the other hand is raised towards Tris to try and stop her. Lucky enough, Tris was still pondering.

    ¡°As for my goal. Same as everyone else here it seems. To marry and have kids. Trading my skills in for a place in the Family.¡± TR finished, relaxing a bit in her stance and looking towards Tris with an even stare, as if knowing the Cannidor would challenge her next or maybe as an unspoken challenge itself.

    This did not show a great amount of prediction skills, when one knows Tris, but it was non the less accurate as a preemptive action. Tris unperturbed bashed forward with her well neglected verbal dueling skills. ¡°Bullshit! I don¡ät believe the legend to have gone soft after what tales you have sparked into being told, in your prime.¡±

    Not seeming up to partake in that verbal duel, TR instead disregards the big woman and instead focuses back on Sarsa, Just looking at the woman and in the process pissing of Tris for being ignored.

    Sarsa for her part did understand the non verbal ¡°anything else you want to know?¡± prompting look from the candidate. ¡°Given that we have to go mostly with what women tell us they claim they can do, I don¡ät really know how to judge you. Tris seems to know you the best of us and is unknowingly giving you very high praises for your combat skills. Still you are crippled, past your prime and you are trying to be accepted on your care giving skills.¡±

    The Nagasha used this longer moment to get up and circle around the candidate. TR for her part first lets her face follow the snakes slithering movement, then quickly snaps into a full body at attention military pose and looking straight ahead, focusing seemingly on to a spot on a distant wall in that direction.

    First wife continues whilst slow circling the veteran. ¡°What do you say? Got an idea of how to confirm your skill? Maybe try to sweeten the deal for either of us by offering other skills of yours or asking for what we maybe can do for you?¡±

    Tris by now was pouting. She knew that trying to get a physical duel now to restore the wounded pride of the verbal dismissal, was a bad idea. Still an opening would come, so she did pay attention, even if her grin was very small at the moment.

    TR for her nicknamed part stayed cool and collected. ¡°I could either have a few sessions with the ones who need aid with their minds health. I could walk you thru my method of helping the ones willing to be helped. I could do something unrealistic and demand you give me my arm back. Yet, you got the control here. All I do is making suggestions and recounting what I believe I can do. Not much for me to lose after all. But a husband would be a lot to gain.¡±

    ¡°This is odd. You are desperate like most if not all of our sister wives where, but you seem a different kind of desperate. Why are smart people so complicated? Well at least you can tell me how you will deal with Tris next. She seems to be eager to test the legend against herself for what ever reason no matter if you get married or not.¡± The circling stopped as Sarsa blocked Tris and TR¡äs line of sight, ass towards Tris, snout and flicking tongue almost against TR¡äs face, slightly leaned in and looming from above.

    TR maintained her pose, seemingly having build up a lot of discipline over her military life and maintained that skill and mind set even in retirement well enough to disregard the pheromones in the air, distractions of moving on lookers and remain in the rigid pose for a few minutes by now. ¡°Depends on a lot of things. If it is a proper duel with rules, I can try to surrender. If she tries to just attack me I would run and try to better my odds in what ever clutter I can get to before her. But I do hope to talk her down or maybe gain protection from the other people present.¡±

    ¡°WHAT!?¡± Tris blurts out at Sarsa¡äs back, being caught so of guard that a lot of spit gets flung along when this word got thrown out. Not able to believe that the living legend would disgrace herself with avoiding combat.

    Before Tris could elaborate further, Sarsa moved aside and reveals a gentle gesture from TR asking Sarsa for view of the opponent. Then she elaborates. ¡°You are stronger, faster, bigger, younger. I can¡ät beat you head on with just one full arm. You can ask Husband how good that would go.¡±

    Which was a misconception Tris spotted and immediately moved to correct, grabbing Karl-Heinz by his shoulders and pulling him out of the slightly rape turning female embrace. Holding him up in the air and slightly staring at his fine looking ass. ¡°He beat me without weapons and in a head on conflict with both arms! He has only gotten more dangerous since then! He does not need arms to beat me! He could do it as a nuggy without arms and legs laying on the ground if I pissed him off enough.¡±

    Karl for his part was enjoying the ability to breathe freely again, not looking much the fighter with his bulging pants, disheveled clothe and confused look on his kissing spit smeared face. So he just hung there, not knowing what to do.

    TR for her part just looked him up and down once. Then went back into her rigid at attention pose with eyes ahead. Not making any comment or having a change in facial features.

    Sarsa was not very convinced by that either display or dismissal. It only showed her that she was able to stay focused and avoid Tris wrath even whilst in her full attention and subverting any expectations. Still her fighting skills where never once in question by anyone. ¡°Well I don¡ät know about your claims to heal trench trauma or how well you would stand against anyone of the harem in a fight. But you got skills that never got put into question. So you will drill everyone in the family to be as good a force as you can half the time. The rest you can do your talking or what ever you do to cure the mind.¡±

    This did it, it managed to give a slight crack in her facade. The corners of her lips twitched upwards. The resulting very slight smile stuck like glue, even after she was informed that her first patient was Karl-Heinz, her new husband. Maybe because she did not get a trial period like Harriet had gotten. Maybe because Tris dropped Karl down to the floor into a moaning pile of overeager women and then rushed a challenge for a fight out at TR that had her focus taken up.

    A challenge was still a challenge, so TR used the opportunity to modify the challenge to her advantage. ¡°We both know you would win in a contest of strength and one on one duels. Sooooo lets go up and outside. Then I can have a challenge with you that should convince you of my skills.¡±

    This did work well enough and both women soon had left the bunker and where no longer Sarsa¡äs problem for now.

    Whilst Karl-Heinz was her problem as he still was being surrounded too closely by to eager women. Not just two anymore, the other accepted specialists had joined the cuddle pile and where overwhelming and slowly stripping the guy rather assuredly now. So the Nagasha slithered in and pulled him out.

    Then she handed him over to Sara who helped him walk away. Sarsa for her part blocked the horny wives with her tail from following.

    That get away was not the most heroic departure ever. But it did its purpose and got Karl-Heinz some alone time. They fled to the fuck room, locking the door from the inside and then realized they trapped themselves with the staring contest duo of Laka and the new Lopen.

    Yet as neither of the two even twitched to acknowledge their presence, both escapees relaxed and went about their plan to relax Karl from the stress of that last encounter. Also to wait and hope for the women to cool off a bit again.

    As the only door into the room started to bang and moan, they settled in for a longer wait.

    Now Karl was still tired from the morning break down and the after noon social entertainment, so he wanted to relax a bit. No objections where made.

    - - -

    When Karl opened his eyes again, he was walled in by Laka, the new Lopen and somehow Scavera on top of him, sweating his ass of from all that build up in body heat and inability for his body to have his own sweat evaporate.

    Looking around the light was dimmed and it seems he managed to sleep past supper and deep into the night.

    Trying to get free, he also realized he was trapped again.

    So it was perfect time for his demons to come crawling back to him and re-question his brittle sanity some more.

    Was it really night or already early morning though?

    Karl had no watch and not taken up the time to make one yet. How ever long it would take until he had an actually working clock at all that is.

    Self questioning doubt diverted on one attempt, he did manage to get an idea from that try. ¡äWhy not just take a look? I can ¡°craft¡± a hole to do so.¡ä

    Thought had, powers activated, hole crafted. A rather nice hole even, with stone lined walls to avoid flooding his room in unexpected ground water or sand. But as luck would have it, it was pitch black on the other end of the hole. So he gave up on that experiment. Instead shifting his mind to realize he does not need to be strong enough to lift the women off him, he can just craft cheat his way to freedom.

    Now that he did the crafting trick for months now and not being distracted by people around him, it was a easy feat to lift his wifes away enough for him to slip himself out. Only to then grab his clothes and leave the room as silent as he could to then try and change his clothes. He still was wearing what he had worn last afternoon and his mind was still stuck in the routine of changing clothes each day that he could.

    They had the cloth amount for a while and it felt more normal to him to change clothes regularly. The wives all approved of him switching up his looks every day, of course. Yet his singular focused mind did miss a few details in his plan, which should have been obvious.

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    He was always under guard.

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    There are wives awake at all hours of the day.

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    His room was the center of the bunker.

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    The newest wives had not yet assimilated fully to the new routine of this harem.

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    So he ended up sneaking out the door to be greeted by Doc as stand in guard, Then his mind on auto pilot, undressing to change into new clothes, putting on a bad, but still better than any of his wives ever witness strip tease, in front of the current swarm of three Kohbs, two Gohbs and a few Tret, that he remembered where new here too.

 Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 64 : Living Legend / Head Pain Treatment

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    Chapter 64 : Living Legend / Head Pain Treatment

    An Unintentional strip tease was by far to much for the lust drowning lovers to stand up against. Quickly Doc simply got kicked away and the oblivious half pants down Karl tackled to the ground.

    At least he again landed soft as two of the new short stacks were fast enough to embrace him face first to a knee and chest.

    Squirming in the middle of the struggle snuggle cuddle pile, Karl-Heinz¡äs good luck or choices in good partners or known need of a safety net and his family organizing one for him, caused this debacle to not shift from a love story comedy moment turning a less child friendly love story moment.

    Doc blew her little whistle, with a high pitched and very distinctive sound to be heard over gun shots and battle noises, calling in the cavalry and alarming the entire bunker that priority number one needed more help than the current active guard could handle on her own. If they had a front line battle situation, signal flairs would by now light the sky.

    The effects happening in the bunker as a reaction where not that much less dramatic as the ground started to shake from all the heavy fast foot falls rushing half dressed to Karl¡äs aid.

    That was about the last he could remember before everything went black.

    - - -

    Waking up in the infirmary, he was rather confused. The room was full of other women and not only of the worried kind, more of a mix of other injured and treating staff, mixed with a wall of three big people wifes.

    It seems Laka deemed the newest Lopen a worthy addition and that Tris deemed this an important cause to take part in.

    Feeling around Karl got startled as he woke back up again and a rather bad headache hit him full force out of seemingly nowhere. It hurt so bad that he stopped trying to sit up and instead grunted and used both hands to hold his head.

    This noise and movement did alert his care giver to the fact he was indeed awake and without any questions asked, he could feel a quick injection to his neck, right past his bend elbows. Next he saw Doc climbing on to the table and stand wide legged above his chest. Showing off that she needs to bend forward rather far to look past her big breasts and get into eye contact with him in this position.

    The drug he just got did work fast. It helped a lot and he relaxed a fair bit from the quickly waning pain. He hatted injuries without Adrenalin. But now he had the mental space freed from pain, he could ask what was going on. ¡°What happened?¡±

    ¡°You got knocked out by a door. Whilst Laka was rushing to save you, you had fallen rather unlucky. Still you where not the only one hit by that door swing and not the only one the Guards eeeeh savaged afterwards.¡± Doc responded whilst doing some kind of quick check up off his head. As if it where a routine motion she did and internalized in the trenches rather often.

    Laka for her part protested the choice of word with. ¡°I did not savage them, I dispatched them and established control of the situation!¡±

    ¡°And dispatched Husband in the process.¡± Came the sly snicker from a not grinning, yet still slightly giggling Tris.

    As if someone had first presented a loved treat and then flushed it down the toilet, the alert ears drooped down flat to Laka¡äs skull and her posture slumped. ¡°Yes I did.¡±

    ¡°So can I go now?¡± Karl asked, oblivious what to do or how to feel, now that he was feeling very good indeed. Not eager to do things, but inspired to avoid most social interactions and this room gave him bad feelings of many more unwanted interactions.

    ¡°NO!¡± Came a double yell from two people in the room further away and in milder volume and urgency from Doc right above him.

    ¡°Did Doc multiply?¡± Karl had to ask in confusion as he was oblivious of suppressing this kind of random urge to react. Which did help the mood in the room a bit as Tris started giggling.

    Next thing Sarsa showed up and made her way over to Karl-Heinz and joined Doc in the looming over him pose. Doc had decided to have one of her feet on his chest to make sure he felt that he is to remain laying.

    Sarsa and Doc where un able to further the conversation, as Vaskra joined in next and took that possible talking spot to her in a nervous worried. ¡°Are you ok?¡±

    Doc answered for him. ¡°He is stable and got pain killers, but he is to lay resting for a while longer. He does have a concussion.¡±

    This rubbed Karl-Heinz the wrong way, he wanted to get out of this crowded room, he was feeling fine and was most likely getting bored again soon. ¡°I feel fine. I had worse,¡±

    Sarsa for her part did feel the need to veto that statement. ¡°No you are not fine and I don¡ät care if you had worse, this is not good and you will listen to what Doc tells you.¡±

    ¡°Is this not Guard doggos job to be mommy bear?¡± He blurted out, getting Tris to giggle some more, Sarsa to get confused and Laka to join in with the looming. The air space above him was getting rather filled by now.

    This gave him an odd idea. ¡°We need a Truck! Or Car or anything that has axiom runes that induce movement.¡±

    Which got everyone in his orbit to tilt their heads in confusion.

    Everyone except Doc. The Kohb for her part shook her head in seeming disappointment or shame and gave Karl-Heinz another shot.

    He did hear some arguments starting around him, but sleep took him faster than he could try and make sens of it.

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    The next time he woke up he was in the fuck room again.

    Laying on top of a Lopen, who for her part noticed him waking up and looking around rather quickly and kissed his head.

    ¡°What is going on?¡± Karl-Heinz asked in confusion.

    ¡°Doc thought you where hit hard, so she put you to sleep to avoid drama.¡± His mattress answered him in a voice he could not yet properly place to a name he had not yet tried and failed to remember and then substitute with a nick name. But his head was still foggy as it took him time to get his senses back after that chemical induced sleep.

    ¡°What drama?¡± His mind wanted to know as his awareness slowly came back to him.

    ¡°You where in a room filled with horny bitches and there was a lot of blame and tension in the room. So Doc thought you hit your head really hard and rather over reacted for the good of all. She did get chewed out by Sarsa for it. But now you are supposed to stay calm and take it slow for a while.¡± As the talking went on, slowly Karl realized he was laying on top of Laka.

    ¡°What now?¡± He reacted right back.

    ¡°Now it is past lunch and you should eat something. Then it is up to you what you want to do.¡± His fluffy bed whispered into his ear.

    His stomach chose this moment to wake up and start rumbling at the mentioning of food. Which led Karl-Heinz to try and stand up, which failed as Laka held him pinned in place like a cat sleeping one ones belly.

    This then evolved into Laka getting up and out of bed with Karl still pinned to her chest with one strong arm. He accepted to just be along for the ride and looked around without struggling. At least until Laka was standing he did not try to struggle. As she then started to walk with him still in the position of a cherished teddy bear, he did try to struggle.

    But Karl¡äs body was conspiring against him. His mind felt mostly fully awake, but his limbs and sens of touch had back in bed rolled over and collectively said ¡°Five more minutes.¡± and then turned off the alarm instead of setting it to snooze. Leaving him literally hanging in his attempts to struggle free in a meaningful or even noticeable way.

    The way to the mess-hall was a very short walk, so he had reached that place before getting free or getting the idea to voice his complaints. Also lucky for him, the Doors where made tall enough that the Lopen, Cannidor or other tall folk of that size category, only minimally needed to bend down to pass thru. Meaning no further head injuries where acquired,

    He could reshape that aspect of the bunker, but then the bunker would not feel as protective anymore. Wasted head space in his mind that no one but now 3 maybe 4 Harem members could dream to try and use, He was also vein or practical enough to not dare reshape a part of the bunker into half sized land for only the short members to use.

    Being seated in his place of honor, a hot meal was just a bit to late to be able to await him there. The women near by must have had heard Laka coming and started heating up something for him. By that chance he did spot some of the fancy kitchen equipment Harriet had brought in, used in the workspace.

    Starting to eat, as he actually was hungry, Vaskra joined him at the table and blunt forced her way into a dialog with him. ¡°I heard the story of what happened. How do you feel? ok?¡±

    The first attempt at entering got repelled as Karl had his mouth full, needed to finish this spoon of reheated stew. Then he replied in a short. ¡°Yes¡±

    Attempt number two was more a repeat use of the battering ram. ¡°Do you want to punish anyone?¡±

    This one got a noticeable shift in Laka¡äs posture, but the gate was kept shut with the next short reply. ¡°No.¡± Which did relax the Lopen again.

    Attempt number three then came out of left field by a wild random wife seeing this all play out. ¡°Why are you so shy of conversation right now?¡±

    This just blew the gates of hell right open. Nothing of it could be seen in Karl¡äs expression or face, but in his unusual looking at the person questioning him and holding eye contact whilst speaking. ¡°I wanted to just eat in peace, I got carried around like a toddler and my Doc knocked me out cold. So my head is a bit spinning with stuff.¡±

    Laka was very happy to not have swung that question at Karl-Heinz, but also felt very very guilty about her part in the events. Still she was his guard and she would not let these emotions stop her from doing her duty.

    The glared at woman for her part had more social grazes than Karl had, but not enough to realize her misstep. Leading to the wive trying her chances and wink and smile at Karl.

    Then she flashed him her breasts.

    Which oddly enough did get him to smile and continue on with his meal.

    The few women present would remember this event.

    - - -

    Self defusing crisis and a meal later. Karl tried to wander off and get into the workshop, to get back to being productive. He always felt extra shit after only three days of doing nothing in his vacation, so he vowed to do something productive most days.

    Not as in doing something of meaning for eight or ten hours of the day like on work days. Instead he would do three hours of cleaning or some walking. To feel a bit tired in the evening and be able to go to sleep and to feel less like a parasite on society. Feelings never cared about his reasoning much back then. Now that had changed.

    And given the last break down he had, the judges where still debating if it was a good or a bad change.

    Before he could manage to reach the workshop, he had been gently diverted by a very logic based argument from guard doggo to go and see Doc for a small check up follow up inspection. Not having made any clinic room and so far just getting dragged to the multi use mess-hall when family got bloody and injured, he ended up in one of the bunk rooms for many women, that got converted into a little Doctor¡äs office.

    From what little specialized equipment they managed to bring along on the train or create since they arrived where they currently resided, it all looks improvised out of crates and like a slapped together field hospital of a front line army camp. Which it turns out was Doc¡äs whole goal with what she could get her hands on and knew good enough to set up.

    Beds and crates to lay and sit on. Crates and chests stacked as work tables and stepping stools. Crates and simple shelves to store all the medicine one needs to pain kill treat any possible problem and tools to amputate or sew shut any thing that survives until Doc can start working on them.

    Only that the upgrades where in progress on the order of where stuff was laying and the actual medically skilled and trained Kohbs bringing more drugs and better tools that seem to replace or add to the existing equipment.

    They also seem to have managed to kick out every non medical wive. Sitting in the room with 4 woman strong as it seems Doc had a helper trained up that was allowed to stay around.

    Laka managed to guide him on too the bed standing in the middle of the room and got Karl to lay down. Whilst doing that, she kicked the group into focusing on the Harem Husband. ¡°Can you give him a check up? Just to make sure he is doing as good as he can be now.¡±

    Doc being the combat medic of course replied with her own form of ribbing. ¡°Yes I will check that his head did not get smashed again.¡± She then went to work, lifting bandages Karl had missed where on his head and doing what she could in forms of quick tests.

    Mean while the two new medical Kohbs stepped up to Laka and started to glare up at her. Feeling cornered by the two short-stacks on an emotional level, she took a step back and went into a rigid standing position against one of the walls too the side of the room.

    The Kohb blockade then broke when Doc finished her check up and the ex head Doctor did not think this one good enough. ¡°Let me show you how to really do these tests!¡± She said whilst stomping up to Karl. Once on top of the operating table, standing next to the man, she asks. ¡°May I redo the tests to teach the others how to do it better husband?¡± Slightly blushing and full body shivering at the chance to touch Karl-Heinz again.

    He not seeing any harm in this, nods a yes, which unleashes a completely new series of inspections of the stuff Doc had just quick checked three times as long. Double the time as the more trained head Doctor makes extra sure everything is properly observed and documented, the rest of the time then gets sunk into explaining the details to the other two Kohbs and an again close buy curious Laka.

    The whole procedure turned learning course ordeal did eat up a lot of time. Enough time that Karl went ahead and make the ceiling pretty and decorated with his intricate carvings. He was not calling himself an artist, but being able to just think shapes into being, made the process of realizing his imaginations very very easy and thus creating artful displays a very doable task with decent results.

    Not that the other people in the room even tried to look up and gaze upon the result of his boredom anytime soon.

    Completely lost in what time of day it is after the early morning knock out and follow up drug out, he felt rather hungry and thirsty. As no one of his family was giving milk yet, and he better not question where the cheese like stuff in the food supplies was coming from, it was time to get his belly filled in the mess hall. His team of doctors had all declared him healthy enough after all.

    Sadly he did not get judged healthy enough by Laka and on second review the medical experts agreed with her, letting him land in his bed again with enough volunteers out the door to fill the task of pinning him to said bed. So Karl-Heinz found himself in bed, with food and the newest big girl on his lap, pinning him in his position.

    Small graces, he had been brought materials to use his crafting power on for a bed table and the ability to sit up to a dignified angle. The disapproval of his situation was readable on his face, but disregarded by any wife that had a small amount of eye contact with Laka.

    ¡°How long am I going to be pinned in bed?¡± He asked whilst eating.

    Doc, not having anything better to do at the moment and maybe being held captive close by by Laka, answered. ¡°Oh a day will do.¡±

    ¡°Any way I can bribe my way out?¡± Karl tried.

    ¡°None¡± Laka purred and then gave him a motherly kiss and tried to tug him into his blanket a bit tighter still.

    Doc gave Karl a side glance whist her snout was pointing at Laka, then rather slow and silent said. ¡°Not while she is here.¡±