In the Valley of the Mountain Lions - Book 5
Copyright© 2024 by August the Strong
Chapter 29: Catholic Wedding in the Adventist Temple
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 29: Catholic Wedding in the Adventist Temple - The people of this once remote valley in the Andes have new prospects. They now have phones, internet and contact with people. They can finally buy the basics. The group of twelve-year-old girls abducted to Peru are integrating better and better. They often look enviously at the pregnant teenagers and want to have their first sexual experiences too. Above all, there is one important task: to track down the billions of dollars belonging to the dead criminal Rus and put them to good use.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Teenagers Consensual Fiction Harem Interracial
23.12.2019
Early the morning before Christmas, I drove the bride and groom to Trujillo. Antonio had arranged to meet with the priest before the civil ceremony to discuss a few questions with him and the parents. The priest wanted to inspect the temple facilities today to determine what else would be needed for a strictly Catholic ceremony. Everything went smoothly in the end, although some last-minute improvisation was necessary.
However, the main goal was to pick up Babette’s relatives from the airport. I took Luisa with me to give her another opportunity to experience city life. By now, her English and Spanish were so good that she could even interpret for me. We visited the church where the wedding was due to take place. A woman led us to the priest. He explained at length why it wouldn’t be possible to hold the wedding of Alonso there. At least his English was very good.
“Thank you, Your Excellency. You explained the problem with the dates very well. I would love to experience a Catholic wedding sometime. Perhaps my partner, Luisa, would like to marry me here soon. Which wedding can we attend on 25 December?”
The priest immediately saw through my ruse. At first, he said that only church members were permitted to attend. Luisa became angry and asserted her right as a Christian to attend any church service. Then he told us that two couples had cancelled their weddings at his church at short notice. Therefore, we wouldn’t be able to attend a wedding on Christmas Day. We knew this was a lie.
“Thank you, Pastor. That was very enlightening. Antonio is the most honest and best pastor I have ever met. In our valley alone, he has converted more than thirty people to the Catholic faith. When he started his ministry, we only had seventeen parishioners, but now there are more than fifty. I will report your poor policies to Rome. I will only consider converting from Protestantism to Catholicism once this matter has been resolved, especially in light of Antonio’s fantastic work.
We left the magnificent church without greeting or waiting for a reply. It would have been a fitting setting for Amira and Antonio’s wedding. Luisa looked around and said the priest was standing there, petrified, staring after us.
There was still a lot to organise in the city. First, we visited the beautiful park surrounding the temple. Then we had to arrange security for the planned celebration. Our building materials supplier came to us straight away. Despite it being Christmas Day, he was willing to help us. We discussed how to cordon off a small section of the enormous square with construction fences and barriers and agreed to start setting up on the morning of 25 December. His son, Macario, and some of his workers agreed to oversee the square and the celebrations for a small fee. After we had discussed the situation on site, Macario drove us to a nearby police station on Jirón Bolognesi. The commander promised to secure and monitor our event regularly. I naturally invited the on-duty police officers to refreshments starting at 4 p.m., and the wedding ceremony was to be completed 15 minutes later.
Afterwards, we drove to ‘Casa El Futuro’. There, we met the director, Ms Inez Gonzales. She showed us around. Fourteen women were already living in the homeless shelter, and three of whom were pregnant again. There was a total of sixteen children. However, there were major issues regarding compliance with the shelter’s rules, cleanliness, and men visiting individual women. Ms Gonzales had repeatedly had to forcibly remove visitors from the property. She feared that the house would be used for prostitution if more women were to live there.
She made some practical suggestions. I recommended hiring at least four security guards. From now on, access to the homeless shelter would only be permitted upon written registration, monitored 24/7 by a gatekeeper. The gate to the property should be locked at 6 p.m., with all women required to be inside the house by 8 p.m. Any repeated violations of the rules would result in a ban from the premises. Anyone failing to adhere to the rules would become homeless again.
Mrs Estrelia, the slightly plump cook, served us lunch. The bean soup was extremely tasty. As she served the food, she laughed and joked with everyone. The kitchen was clean and tidy. We had obviously chosen the right woman. She proudly showed me her small flat. Her six-year-old daughter, Anna, was very shy around me but smiled sweetly when her mother introduced me as her benefactor.
Luisa was chatting to some of the residents around the large table. Most of them were very grateful and content, she later told me. However, the ‘oldest’ woman, who was no more than thirty years old, was constantly complaining and trying to boss others around. She was the only semi-mestizo to have lived in the house so far, and she believed that she was superior to the indigenous women. In Mrs Gonzales’ presence, I reprimanded her. Luisa translated my harsh words emphatically and threatened to expel her. Visibly intimidated, the woman promised to behave better in future. We would have to wait and see.
Mrs Gonzales was delighted with the three large boxes of toys and plush toys that had been delivered. Priya had ordered them online and Imram had cleared them through customs. I gave the home director €500 for the Christmas party, as my dollar reserves were almost exhausted. She beamed with joy and promised to organise a wonderful celebration with a special feast.
We also discussed taking in more women and children in need but agreed not to operate the home at full capacity initially. Three of the rooms were to be converted into a children’s playroom, a TV room and a classroom. The American Peruvian Cultural Centre has offered to help us teach the women to read and write. All women housed in the home would have specific responsibilities, such as cleaning the house and helping in the kitchen. Laundry and sewing rooms were to be set up in the basement. Mrs Gonzales would send me a list of the necessary equipment. The remaining 25 rooms could accommodate a maximum of 50 women. Under no circumstances could there be more than that.
Oh, and one more thing was important: None of the women had health insurance. Therefore, the home’s director wanted to arrange a weekly doctor’s consultation. She had already arranged this. The costs could be billed to our foundation, ‘Organization for the Support of Homeless Women in Peru’. We planned to allocate a certain amount for this in the home’s budget later.
Finally, we set the date for the grand opening of the homeless shelter. A large children’s party was planned in the garden behind the former hotel on Saturday 4 January 2020 at 3 p.m. Mrs Gonzales was given carte blanche and a budget of 10,000 SOL to organise it. I was confident that this determined woman would organise a fantastic celebration. Luisa was especially excited and wanted to attend with her eldest son, Uma.
Before heading to the airport, we spent a lovely hour in Trujillo. Luisa was allowed to select her own Christmas present. She chose a keyboard so that she could learn to play music and accompany herself while singing. We bought her a Yamaha PSR-E463 Deluxe Keyboard Set. She had earned it through her hard work. She was so grateful and happy; it was wonderful to see.
When we arrived at the airport, we found out that the plane from Lima had already landed, but the luggage hadn’t been unloaded yet. Suddenly, I was almost knocked over. The two boys had run through customs to greet me. There was a brief commotion, but luckily an officer came to help. He convinced his colleagues that the boys were just excited to see me. Nevertheless, I was briefly checked to make sure that none of the boys hadn’t slipped me anything.
The Pavlovs were dressed far too warmly. They had come from a cold part of Europe, but it was a perfect summer’s day here. Alina kissed me with a left-right-left kiss. She looked tired, but she was smiling beautifully. I even got a kiss from her daughter, Romana. The little girl was only unsure in front of Luisa. Alexej hugged me tightly and warmly but looked around uncertainly.
We soon arrived in the small town of Mersto, where Luisa and our guests enjoyed a light meal at a roadside restaurant. Meanwhile, I bought a lot of baked goods, as well as ten kilograms of lean pork for the first time. The two cooler bags were bulging. The butcher gave me a generous sample of a hearty, super-lean piece of ham to try. Luisa later told me that it was a Peruvian specialty called ‘Jamón del País Peruano’. Three enormous hams went into my car. My mouth was already watering at the thought of the next breakfast.
The mountains were driven up at a slightly excessive speed, but the journey back probably wouldn’t be completed before nightfall. The boys were excited by the drive and the unfamiliar surroundings and pointed out the fantastic scenery to each other. Alina and her daughter quickly fell asleep. At the petrol station, they used the cramped toilet. I gave Alexej the car keys. At first, he looked uncertain, but he drove us brilliantly to the mountain village.
It was completely dark as I began the descent into the valley. By the time we reached our secure driveway, the three children were fast asleep. While Marco and Diego opened the locked entrance, Babette pulled open the rear passenger door and collapsed into her sister’s arms, sobbing. Even I felt excited watching the sisters hug and kiss each other.
The next day, I barely noticed our new guests, as I was busy preparing for the Christmas celebrations. However, Babette brought her sister and brother-in-law to see me for lunch. “Michael, thank you again. Our decision is now final. All my relatives are happy and want to stay in our valley for the rest of their lives.” She then translated her sister’s words of thanks for me, fighting back tears again.
My question about the children was quickly answered. The boys were playing dodgeball with the younger girls. Meanwhile, Romana had gone off with Salma and Elisa somewhere in the large garden. “This is the best Christmas present ever,” Babette kept saying. I could hardly resist their kisses and hugs at times. They had escaped their precarious circumstances in Constanta and were reunited as a family. They were extremely grateful for this. I was a little sad, though. I would have loved to have my sister and her family with me, but unfortunately her husband remained stubborn.
Christmas Eve is quickly recounted. Despite the many young children present, it was a very pleasant get-together, which the little ones especially enjoyed. There were already seven children over the age of two who could participate actively. Elisa and Salma, the children of the Condorcan family, as well as the four younger-than-six children of the newly arrived families, completed the festive table on the terrace. There were more than enough toys, and the mothers could decide what to give their children. By mutual agreement, we did not mention Santa Claus. From the outset, the children should learn that it is their parents’ love that motivates them to give presents.
On Christmas Day, I was particularly struck by the difference between my first two children. Uma was much taller and stronger than Bruno. Even Carmen’s twins were stronger and more agile than Ramona’s son after more than two years. He was the only one of the eight firstborn children not to have received Coca juice in his food. I wanted to talk to Ramona about this, but she immediately retorted, “Please don’t, Michael. Our son is more developed than most children his age in Germany. That’s why I won’t give him any, especially since no one can predict the long-term effects.”
I nodded to show I agreed. She was definitely right. If only she’d felt the same way about the younger students. They grew up far too quickly after regularly taking Coca-juice.
The event for seven- to twelve-year-olds was a particular highlight and was also attended by Gheorge and Adam. Each child received a pair of denim shorts and a long-sleeved jumper to keep them warm in the morning. There were also children’s bikes, two of which had stabilisers, as well as some board games. However, the best part of the party was how happy and cheerful everyone was together. They were all so kind and considerate to one another! When asked, all the children confirmed that they enjoyed their tea after every meal, even if they hadn’t liked it at first.
The positive effects of drinking Coca tea became increasingly obvious to me. Ramona’s theories were definitively confirmed, even though we had already formed a clear opinion based on the developmental outcomes of our students and young women. This was also evident in the development of Diego and Luca, and even of Abril and Ana, who was initially very small. Regular Coca consumption accelerates the maturation of children and adolescents, positively influencing their social behaviour and increasing libido once they reach sexual maturity. Based on the older people in the village, it was also possible to conclude that ageing slows down and most people’s health visibly improves over time.
Although the reduction in pain sensitivity required further investigation, it was plausible, given the dental damage we had identified, that there was hardly any toothache or inflammation. We had also had positive experiences using the gunshot wound treatment on Babette, the broken leg treatment on me, and the broken arm treatment on Isabella. Our doctor wanted to document this scientifically and was equally convinced of the proven effect of Coca tea on less painful childbirth. In future, we planned to use natural Coca juice instead of painkillers for more serious injuries, if the pain allows it.
Despite the absence of our pastor Antonio due to his wedding, the Christmas party in the main hall was very festive. They began with classic Spanish Christmas carols, and then, just before the presents were handed out, they sang ‘Silent Night’, of course. Ramona was beside herself. She was overwhelmed with emotion today. Our doctor wiped tears from her eyes twice as I gratefully embraced her.
The feast was simply fantastic. While Luisa contributed her experience and skills, Cara and Qesra committed some ‘intellectual theft’ online. The turkeys were prepared in a completely different way, making them more child friendly. But for those of us who love roasts, there was also honey-crusted turkey.
Babette then led everyone into the former ore processing plant. She unlocked three containers, which she did in a rather mysterious way. Only the two of us knew what was inside them. There were five electric motorcycles in each box, one for the Year 8 and Year 6 students. The construction workers received two larger bikes. Babette had secretly assembled and charged them all. One evening, I had to find her and pick her up after 9 p.m. Her diligence was indescribable. Needless to say, I rewarded her efforts with kisses that evening.
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