Out Of Cruel Space Side Story [Game?] Chapter 78 : Black out Diplomat / Prison Recruitment
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Chapter 78 : Black out Diplomat / Prison Recruitment
The double team effort of anti spy flying fists managed to clear that particular space of air of spies. But this time it was as a reaction of the anticipated swings leading to a quick repositioning, instead of meaty claw swipes doing that manual work themselves.
The avoidance of pain by use of skill did generate a slight giggle from a different spot near by. But this time it did not provoke an attack of the guard detail.
Having calmed down a bit Laka then asked. “Yes you are very useful, but why are you here this time?”
“Moral support, also to watch the fireworks, and to deliver news from a credible source.” Came first in the direction of Karl-Heinz, who for his part was being a social blank again and patiently waiting the scene to play out to its conclusion.
The direction of speaking then shifted over towards a cell filled with a standing Doc with one arm in the air, hanging off of a flying set of handcuffs. Flying as if someone taller than the short stack Kohb was making it difficult for the little bimbo alien on purpose in any petty way possible, seemingly crossing her arms on top of her breast for that little extra height displeasure of her prison-cell mate.
“You got abandoned officially. The diplomats swore in any way they could that you where not from them or affiliated in any way with them. So there have been no talks about buying you free or some such. If that is actually true, then peachy for you, you got captured way behind enemy lines. If it is the big lump of lies most of us think it is, hurray you have to try and escape on your own when you maybe get the chance. To then return thankless back to the meat grinder and send out on the next thankless mission.”
“Traitor!” Came as a response from the standing Cloaken on the wrong side of stone bars.
“Absolutely! But unlike you, I do get fucked and have a family that does not abandon me out of convenience.” Came as a smug sounding counter, paired with a visible squeezing grab of Karl´s currently not one bit aroused genitals.
Which Karl-Heinz by now new was the nuclear equivalent of a public breast or ass squeeze from a guy of his accompanying woman. It also had a very visible effect as the handcuffs changed position from breast height to crotch height. This was followed by a very mixed emotions filled deep long growl.
Karl had not even a inkling of what reaction the imprisoned spy just had. He just tried to play along as the ones around him seemed to be positive about the effect it was having on the inmate. So he grabbed his own crotch and jiggled it around a bit in his hand.
His hand, unlike the invisible one beforehand, blocked all view of what was actually moving between his legs, yet that did not matter. Just like suggestive clothes hiding just enough to cover up flaws and letting the mind fill in the blanks better than any real life reveal could ever look, it seemed to work better than the woman grab on the ones around him.
Turning crotches moist and getting another kiss stolen. One of the other prisoners just started rubbing herself and the rest of the woman present where having a hard time to not just join in. Excluding Karl-Heinz guard detail and Doc a bit too, they are mostly pregnant already and used to his passive chemical arousal warfare.
Still Karl wanted to do a check up, the dialog scene seemed concluded, so now he tried to do what he planned to get done whilst thinking up this idea. “How much progress have you made Doc?”
“Oh slight progress she stopped screaming at me rather quick and is now down to doing petty resistance. Hope I can get true conversations with her soon enough.” She beamed back at Karl, being playfully optimistic, displaying a completely different persona than her fixing up wounds one she had displayed more often the last few weeks before she got punished.
“Looks like this is shaping up to be a slight bit of a vacation too for you it seams.” Laka comments and shifts into position between Karl and the other prisoners, denying them the view at their walk in porn.
“Yes it kind off is!” Doc beams back with a just as happy smile.
This makes the locked up Cloaken go visible to give a bewildered confused stare down at Doc. “This is vacation for you?”
“Yes” Doc reconfirms back up at the spy.
“Then why again should I join you if your normal is an overworked hell?” The Cloaken then demands.
“Because you get dick and spy´s do get more time off. Doc was just very alone for most of her service as Medic in our family.” Came from not Scavera Cloaken next to Karl-Heinz, emphasizing her words with another crotch grab and giving him a small kiss on his cheek.
“Listen, the front war zone are cannon fodder.” Karl starts and directly gets interrupted by a prisoner in a different cell. “Whats a cannon?” Which then gets followed up by a loud smacking noise and a slight yelp of pain.
Laka gestures Karl, to continue, then gestures harder, then says. “Please carry on, ignore that.” whilst pointing behind her at the blocked view prisoners.
“The war zone has cannon fodder, the back lands you are all wage slaves or maybe actual slaves. The one in power enjoy good lives whilst stressing over not losing the war and not being killed by disgruntled people. And only very few actually get to live a happy life. So you are cunt blocked virgin no matter what you do or where you go. But here you get to lose your virginity and maybe help build something happy.” Making a short pause after that block of text to resort is thoughts for the next paragraph to deliver.
Unintended, the rubbing noises and suppressed moans have gotten louder.
Karl-Heinz continuing on. “Also I do long term plan to shoot down the assholes in orbit bombarding us. Maybe steal their ship and fuck off to a nicer place. Maybe make a nicer place. The options are possible. But I do need a looooot of help.” Turning to Laka he then asks. “Did anyone try to make a computer yet?”
Laka got caught a bit of guard but had the answer ready. “No, but they did not forget the project. Like you they use their free time to tests stuff and will report when they managed to make something work.”
The words do have a rather strong effect on the prisoners. As they start to beg to be left into the inner family. But in a not to loud respectful manner.
The imprisoned spy was also being affected by the slightly stumbled but genuine speech. The emotions of the words spoken where practically non existent as always, but the choice of words was very convincing. But the spy was only captured for a rather short time, her whole world was shifting, giving her options that are less than she wanted, yet in some ways new and never before existing.
“I need to think about this.” Was what she said and as shown by a dragged along Doc, she moved more to the back of the cell and laid or sat down to most likely ponder these thoughts. Doc tried to speak but the muzzle was quicker shut than words had a chance to escape them.
Which got Karl to think of old crocodile wild live videos he had seen. As they exited the prison again, he tried to hold Laka´s muzzle shut with great success. But Laka did not use any force to try and open it up again whilst he was holding it shut. Laka and Laura also had no idea of why he had placed his hands around the Lopen´s muzzle in the first place.
So they all walked over to the next stop, Laka on all fours still with hands around her muzzle humoring her husband, as they went to collect supper and then go to bed. Finding the fuck room empty of diplomats.
“What? Why is only the usual array of horny wives here?” Karl asks his entourage and the room.
His guards had not seemingly gotten any update on this detail, so the current selection of lucky women on his bed answered that one for him. “They decided to postpone until tomorrow. Their boss was completely drained and Mia managed to talk Vaskra into doing the orgy with them tomorrow morning. Vaskra did not care much about that detail, she had other stuff keeping her busy.”
Then the old Doctor Kohb jumped in to give her input. “So it was decreed, as arguments erupted as to who could claim this sex spot, that the schedule gets continued with the next batch of women to go and have fun with you. Which means that we lot are now the lucky ones to hope for a good time. “
“Yes fuck us until we pass out!”
“But me first!”
The Kohb commented on that by sharing a secret to the slowly disrobing Karl-Heinz. “We do have a list of who gets to get fucked first, but that is more of a suggestion as you are still the one in control. Tris, TR, Laka and so on make sure of that.”
Then the middle aged Kohb jumps as she notices Laura looming close by over her with her own head. Scaring the short stack and making her rush back on to the bed.
Laura seemed to have enjoyed that successful display of skill and power, sneaking around the woman without a sound and then just finding the right moment to hover her head into view of the woman fitting with her speech. Karl enjoyed such displays when he noticed and understood them. So he gave the Lopen a thumbs up and a forced genuine smile.
After that it was back to the usual fun of him equal parts performing to please others and trying to find joy in the act himself. He was feeling better. But his hole of depression he was in was not overcome yet. Not even close.
He saw a light at the end of a tunnel. He did not know what things he was doing or what factors was causing him to move in that direction. But he was undeniable moving there. It would be better if he understood what was happening in his head. What part or parts of his old life was causing him to feel shit or just not starting to heal from the sadness.
Kind of like knowing how an oil fire worked and then to use sand or the lid of the burning pot to stop it, making it much easier to stop that fire. Still enough water will stop that fire eventually too. Kind of like his current case of using everything that can put out a fire at the same time, then declaring it success when only half the kitchen burned down.
But lucky for him. His kitchen was already black from smoke form years of unstopped oil fire and the “everything fire killing” that is being used on him seems to be cheap enough to be used at will. Well not cheap in sens of value, the wine he uses to cope with seems to be rather high on the luxury list sometimes. But the items vear so far easy enough to acquire for him and he seemed to be worth that effort.
Given how addicted the women became of Karl-Heinz, it seemed to be harder to even introduce the concept of a condom and then maybe producing it than to get him dect out in all gold and diamond jewelry.
Plus, he would start to worry about the wealth of his family when someone brought it too him or he overheard it from his inner circle or he gets showered in too much pricey seeming gifts without being able to produce value of felt similar amount as a counter action in sort of trade repayment.
So that equal exchange of value problem was going to come sooner or later, but it was not a now problem. He was getting nicely distracted from future irrational problems so he ignored that time bomb for now.
Too much of a good thing is always bad. It seems that to much sex was not yet a reached value in Karl. He had for sure reached a level of saturation by now, that he did not need for it and would not jump at it every chance some women would give him. At the same time he would still be able to get hard and enjoy intercourse with the many flavors of women trowing themselves at him.
He was at that in between level of having had more than enough, yet not yet too much that his mind was willing and able to wander and do self reflecting work whilst being ravaged by his very thirsty wives.
With the nice added detail that he was so socially awkward that no one even asked him why he was acting weird and distant. He was free to do as he pleased without being called out for being odd or them saying that they were feeling neglected.
After this days end of day orgy, Vaskra came to pick him up. “The diplomats managed to formulate a plan and to try and accommodate them we will need a bigger fuck room. Seems like their boss had something snap in her head and got a weird fetish going now. Pleading with us to have guns pointed at her whilst you do your thing. This does mean you will need to make a room with murder-holes in the sides and a bed in the middle. Also Mia went ahead and asked that you make the room now so that they can prepare and make the room a bit more romantic this time.”
“That sounds stupid. Wouldn´t the guards shooting them not also injure me too when using the rail-guns?” Karl-Heinz answered, whilst self cleaning and getting dressed. Already set on trying to be the helpful good person again.
“Yeah you are right, but Laka and Tris and so on will still be there to bash their heads in if they do something stupid. So the guns are more for show than for usage. Hell we already got half the bunker volunteering to watch the spectacle and hold the guns.” First wife answered whilst following along after her husband.
“And the other half of the family has not heard of this news yet.” Came from thin air sounding this time like Scavera. The situation was not as heated as it was after Tris was endlessly stealing Karl, so no fists tried to clear air space off Cloaken presence.
They managed to soon enough reach the greeting room. Vaskra laying out the needs for the room so Karl, could do his cheating. The room turned into an abscess of the main greeting room. In the wall harboring the stairs up and out of the bunker, a new stone door got added into a big enough side room. The request of murder-holes got fulfilled and made accessible by extending the walk ways of the original greeting room and turning the defensive position into an almost loop.
The room got a few decorations added in form of a stone made Laka sized set of cuck chairs, a stone bench for eager second or fifth position waiting suitors to occupy, a storage rack big enough to hold a few supply of wine or what ever else needed storing close to the fuck boy action. In the middle of the room he placed the bed frame in which a not ideal but good enough mattress was placed and then got some blankets and pillows added.
On his way out, Karl-Heinz´s convoy of people bumped into the diplomatic delegation or rather Sara having started her guard duties had slammed the the door into one of the diplomats reaching to open it. They all were grown adult and war world hardened women of class and skill, the diplomats all were sufficient enough culled from their last encounter and rather sub optimal performance of their leader in the moments of most importance.
So they both just walked past each other with a distance sufficient enough to be out of a Lopen´s clawing range. Or rather, most of the harem group went out the door past the waiting diplomats, whilst Karl went and crafted a rout into the defensive line and by passed that social stand off behind the save side of the row of murder holes.
He had been spotted, or rather seen in glimpses, smelled from his rather distinct odor still lingering in the room and miss interpreted as him still smelling intensely. But they all stayed silent and calm, eagerly sniffing the air whilst waiting for their chance to start their work on the room.
Karl-Heinz was happy to go back to bed, it had been again a long eventful way to socially active day. Only to find his room had a new set of women hoping to milk him for a second round.
Trying to argue Karl said. “You all know that the more you milk me now, the longer tomorrows fucking will take right?”
“That is awesome! We should constantly keep you empty that the sex lasts longer.” Came from his three armed Rabbis wife.
Which earned her a smack from Vixa. “Numb nuts breeder brain. Tomorrow he needs to fuck the diplomats fancy pants. Do you want to make sex more fun for them?”
“But I thought we could get our turn now?” The Rabbis moaned in displeasure.
“Plannes changed, now get back in work mode soldier!” Came from Sara shooing out the yet undressed women from the room.
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I am still stress swamped ... All the things need doing sss. Most of these things my father kicked off and then declared that they are my shared issues. On i go doing more stuff i never would have started before not taking care of the other pre existing tasks being finished. sss
And the GF is being prickly due it me solfing an issue without letting her try to fix it first. sss
But it feels like it is getting better. I last week managed to self correct my back log of uncorrected chapters. sss Sadly that was not enough for both of my gramar nazo slaves to do their thing (one busy with real live charier stress. Final exams or something think it was/ the other one was sss sick and then bogged down by ... not heared from him again yet).
Aaaannny way Almost done with chapter 83 sss
So fallen a little behind, yet still got a month of chapters pre writen. sss
Peace out and smoke my shit with care TM. sss
Posted Oct 5, 2025, 3:54 AM UTC