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′t 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′t 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′s line of sight, ass towards Tris, snout and flicking tongue almost against TR′s 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′s 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′t 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′t 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′s 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.
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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. ′Why not just take a look? I can “craft” a hole to do so.′
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.
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.
You walked away, unfollowed, cut the cord befrore i could drag you down deeper into this chess pit.
But the lur of my degeneracy was to strong and two days later they came back and i again had 7 follows of the story.
my power grows sss
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