Chapter 8

Monday 15.08.2016

For the next day, there was only one main goal for me: exploring the TV reception. I asked Ramona that Esther could be available all day. Babette took Priya, Esther, and me to the guesthouse. Olivia showed us which transmitters were stored by means of the remote control. There were 36 channels in Spanish, plus CNN and BBC Worldwide. Esther compiled a list of the station in the way ‘channel - station - language - main content’. Olivia knew almost all the channels. Priya should start a scan. There were about 40 more stations added. Either news channels or sales shows, no more of interest to me in terms of learning English. We left the storage spaces like this for the time being. Priya cleared all the accessories on the table from the closet. There were manuals, spare batteries, warranty certificates and handwritten notes in a book. A thin package with large letters XCRYPT fell into my hands. In it was a plug-in card for the receiver. Olivia inserted it, but it made signs that it wasn’t working.

The device demanded a code to activate the card; there was nothing to be found on or in the packaging. I flipped through the narrow book. On one side was handwritten ‘xcrypt’. There was also a code that was crossed out and a six-digit number underneath it. With the help of the remote control, I entered the digits. Oh, wonder, the card activated itself and showed access to an additional almost 50 channels, but unfortunately only about ten of them in English.

But we had achieved one goal. With “Kids-street” there was a channel from Canada with programs and films for children up to seven years and then we could receive “Nickelodeon America”. The children looked spellbound at the music show for teens, which was just running. They were fascinated, including Olivia, but I only allowed them to watch for a good five minutes. Priya and Esther should try to record broadcasts. Because the satellite receiver did not have a hard drive Esther took five USB sticks and a hard drive, but the TV also had no recording function. Who knows how old it was already?

Furthermore, I gave them the order to make a list for all decoded stations broadcasting in English-language. Priya found out with the help of the manual how to reorder these channels and put the two children’s programs on slot 1 and 2, then all the channels followed with movies and family entertainment. The teens were eager in their tasks.

In the meantime, I was wondering how long the card would be valid. Someone had to pay for the use of the card; maybe it was the office in Ashmanton. But then they also knew that there was someone else in the camp. Did anybody know that Rus had crashed? Many questions - no answers.

I also wondered if other satellites might be available. But it would take a few days before we mastered the existing one. Nevertheless, I sent Olivia upstairs, whether there was a roof exit and how the satellite mirror was fixed. I briefly explained to her how the camera on my phone works so that I could look at everything by photo. A panoramic view from the roof via video would also be very helpful for me. Olivia had, amazingly, quite understood my words and gestures.

The roof exit was secured with a lock, Olivia informed me. We didn’t have any tools for breaking up here, only in the ore processing. Finally, Olivia and Priya managed to crack the lock with the help of a metal bar from the basement. When the little Peruvian woman handed me the camera back a few minutes later, I was surprised. There was a larger structure on the roof, which could not be seen from below. In addition to the covered roof exit, two doors were visible. To the right of the roof structure hung a parabolic mirror for satellite reception and two other antennas. Maybe there was a radio station in the room behind it?

In front of the surrounding parapet there were three benches on the left and right. But the most amazing thing was the panoramic view, which Olivia had taken a little shakily. Very far in the distance you could see high snow-capped peaks in three directions. Actually, we lived in a real paradise, I thought with a smile. I showed Olivia my thumb in praise of the shots. It was time that I could move freely again; my impatience grew to see everything for myself. In addition, I had seen on the video that there were also superstructures on the main house. I wanted to visit them myself as soon as possible.

In the meantime, Priya and Esther had been able to create the first recordings of broadcasts from the two children’s channels directly at the receiver entrance. They wanted to work on these and show them to the other girls in the evening. Esther showed Olivia how the recordings could be done. She nodded and promised to record a few hours of Nickelodeon for the girls. That would be a huge step forward. The girls would have additional evening entertainment from now on. Whether it would also be suitable for learning English later, had yet to be seen.

At noon there was a kind of potato salad and sausages offered. Yes, the sausages still had a minimum shelf life of almost two years, but we had a lot. The potato salad was dressed only with oil and herbs. Eggs or mayonnaise did not last her in the tropics, Luisa explained to me. It was the first time I didn’t like the food. However, we did not have enough corn flour for daily flat cakes. I also missed the mustard for the sausages. For our situation, I was at once unreasonably critical. Quickly I realized how well we were actually only going through a lot of happy circumstances. After all, I had to laugh at myself foolishly.

Priya checked the playback of the recordings directly from the USB stick to the TV. As the little Vietnamese girl feared, the pictures were coded or not well stored. We had to find another recording technique. I showed Esther and Priya the DVD recorder in my appropriated ‘office’. I told them that the recorder had to be switched between the receiver and the TV and gave them the HDMI cable. Babette drove the two back to the guesthouse.

In the afternoon, the two came back depressed. Something was wrong, although they got the USB recordings from the recorder to work on the TV, they could actually be proud. I asked Priya. She shrugged her shoulders and looked away anxiously. Esther just said “Shit, shit, shit.” and grimaced angrily. Babette had to get Olivia. She also arrived reserved and pale. Fortunately, she was able to express herself a little. Apparently, bad porn movies were stored on the recorder. “I idiot.” escaped me. I should have checked the hard drive. Now it was too late.

Babette had to bring the hard drive recorder to me immediately. It was freezing cold down my back when I watched the videos in my room a little later. They were the worst rapes and S/M practices with children and adolescents, and not just female. I called Ramona to me. When I showed it to her, she got speechless with terror. We also didn’t know how much of this crap the three girls had been looking at. It was just a bad situation. I wanted to delete the films, but Ramona suggested that the three affected people be brought in. I apologized to the young ladies and pointed to the photo of Rus, which hung on the side behind the desk. After deleting the videos, I gave the girls a hammer, they had to knock down the screwed-on picture, and they did it with fury. Then we burned the remains of the photo of Rus. I apologized again and pressed the girls to me, but they resisted the hug. For the first time I had tears in my eyes in front of the girls because I had unconsciously hurt the children and Olivia so much. My euphoria about the TV reception was turned into grief. How could you be so cruel to people and especially to children? I hadn’t realized it in time and had scared the girls away and maybe hurt them for their lives.

Later I asked Babette, who was not involved, to pick up the shards and remains from the ground. She was also distraught and reserved. Hopefully, she hadn’t looked at the dirt too. Finally, she vacuumed the high-pile carpet. Another piece of the tyrant has been erased, but he will probably hover over us as a ghost forever.

It was indescribable. The girls could hardly communicate with words, but at dinner there was a depressed mood. Sula, who had been sifting and marking pallets in the ore warehouse all day, asked me what was going on. I shrugged my shoulders helplessly.

Nevertheless, I did not miss the opportunity to award Lenya. She had taught all non-swimmers to swim yesterday. Fortunately, I had found a black velvet ribbon with a golden pendant. I asked the three new swimmers to come forward, brought Lenya to them and they thanked with hugs, which I asked for with gestures. Then I handed the collar to Lenya and put it on her. The little Russian looked beautiful with it. It was a very decent applause.

After that, Priya and Esther played the TV program recorded in the afternoon, an interesting kids-bop-hour. A stupid day ended quite well now. Sula sent the girls upstairs and Ramona said today “Good night!”

I sat with one or the other whiskey on the terrace and pondered about the future as I did almost every evening. Somehow, I wanted to forget about the Rus and the thing with the hard drive recorder, but it kept coming to my mind. So, I forced myself to think very hard about other important questions. My first decision today was to bury the most important valuables such as the two money cases, the gold, and the precious stones as well as the stock folders and packages with shrink-wrapped securities in a hut at the far end of the circle as soon as I could stand on my own feet again. Whatever happened to me in the future, the whole valley and the surrounding mountains belonged to me. If I could return here after any prison sentences or other hindrances, I would also take possession of the valuables again. Then I and, if possible, all my hoped-for children, fathered here in the valley, would have been taken care of. Quietly I said before me: “The future will bring it. The best thing would be that Luisa would give birth to a healthy child for me.” Olivia should also stay healthy and survive the birth next year happily. Our doctor should definitely do something for the physical development of Olivia. In relation to Zarina, she was more child than young woman. Whether Carmen and Ramona would really have a child from me was written in the stars, but there was hope. “And what will become of the thirteen girls entrusted to me by fate in the long run?” I had no answers to this, but immediately my thinking was again at the scenes of the afternoon, where my imprudence had unfortunately seriously injured several children’s souls. I would have liked to have beaten or even scourged myself.

Tuesday to Saturday - 16. - 20.08.2016

The next few days passed without any significant events, but the regular daily routine that I wanted had developed. The problem with the violent porn still weighed on the mood and the relationship of the girls with me. Still, there was discipline and order, everyone arrived on time for meals, in addition to work, sports and games played an important role, and cultural evenings were also used in addition to English lessons. Priya and Esther had cut beautiful three-minute clips such as “Mackenzie story”, “Kayas story” or “Kumakas story” from Nickelodeon, where children between the ages between 10 and 12 introduced themselves with mostly simple English words and described their hobbies. In English lessons in the morning, always one clip was repeated, stopped after each important word or sentence, and the children could read the words from the screen and repeat them. In addition, short feature films and music programs were shown in the evenings.

But the best part was that they worked hard. The huge garden around the main house blossomed and grew more and more green, although it was August, the month with the least rain in our region. The girls regularly brought vegetables, fresh eggs and slaughtered chickens or geese from the village. On Friday, they arrived with a basket with four living guinea pigs; Carmen had given it to them. The interpreter explained to me that two girls cried when they saw that the villagers were slaughtering and eating the cute animals. Of course, they were not such cute animals as in Europe in the children’s rooms. They were slaughtered here when they were between forty and fifty centimetres long, that is, larger than our rabbits. But teach this to an already injured and lonely child soul. Carmen had promised the four girls that they would not need to eat guinea pigs and that with good work; every child would always receive a guinea pig on Saturdays, as long as they wanted to. The little ones proudly carried the animals to the back of the garden. With the exception of Cara, who worked in the kitchen, everyone put together, as they had seen in the village, a stonewall on the slope, so that the guinea pigs could only move up to a rock wall. Then grass and twigs with juicy leaves were thrown into the cordoned off area. The funny animals came to eat despite their shyness. Sula later excitedly told me how a boy jumped on a girl, as she put it, and apparently mated the female. Carmen smiled. “In two months, you will have so many guinea pigs that you will not be able to do anything but slaughter and eat them.” Sula was completely indignant, but time would tell.

I had invited Carmen to dinner because I had come up with a ceremonial to show the children our kind of ‘wedding’, after which the ‘baby making’ began. I had planned this in wise foresight and coordinated it with Ramona so that the children would also be attuned to their future role and it would become clear to them that it would be something very special. Unfortunately, no lasting relationship was possible here, but everyone should treat the few days with great respect. After dinner, I knocked on my glass. In an instant there was calm. Everyone understood that something important was coming. First, I asked Olivia if she was okay. She got up, stroked her belly, and raised her thumb promisingly high. Then I asked Luisa if she was okay. She got up joyfully and gave me a deep kiss. Then I asked Carmen, she denied it. She indicated with gestures like cradling a baby in her arms what she wanted. She came to me and asked me if I would like to enter into a baby-making partnership with her. I immediately asked Luisa how she felt about it. She kissed me, hugged Carmen, and handed me Carmen’s two hands. I pulled her onto my lap, gave her a breathy kiss on the lips and pressed her to me. Then I pulled out a green velvet ribbon and carefully put it around her neck. Ramona asked in a serious voice, first Carmen and then me, if we wanted to have a child together. We sealed the “Yes.” with a firmer kiss. Then we wished the children a nice evening and Carmen drove me in a wheelchair to the bedroom of Rus. At first three girls clapped, eventually all of them. I had actually planned for us to perform an intimate dance, but that only stayed for the next time, as far as there would be one, because of my ankle.

While the girls were out partying and having fun, Carmen got down to business pretty quickly. She took off all but her panties and helped me out of my things. I took a shower standing on the crutches. Carmen carefully dried me off and helped me with the walkers to the huge bed, a great playground. Soon she came after bathed, had dared even now to leave the panties away. She was in a hurry to put it behind her, at least the first time. I didn’t think about it. I put her hands behind her head and demanded that she had to stay like that. Then my fingertips went exploring over her body. She shrugged a little, was not used to such touches. I held on to her beautiful tight bosom for a longer time, plucked at her nipples, and then spoiled her with my tongue and lips. Her hands were already with me for the third time. Then I lay down on my back and pouted. Like a child, she lay there in the predetermined position. I worked on her body for almost an hour without touching her shame. In between, I kissed her intimately on the mouth. Her tongue had already understood how she should meet mine. Then it was time. My left hand walked over her body to her lap, while my right hand held her hands in position.

Very carefully and tenderly I opened her labia, caressed the clit, and touched the inner labia. Her face glowed with excitement. My tongue kept checking the temperature on her neck and shoulder. When my first finger pushed into her, she almost twitched in panic. It was all so wet that it was accompanied with a smack when I let the two fingers slide out. I lay down sideways over her and coveted her with tongue in mouth and with two fingers at the crucial point. Then I pulled her on me. She didn’t expect that. She certainly only knew the usual missionary position among Catholics. The strong woman quickly understood her task and moved up and down, gradually finding a decent pace. I didn’t think about coming quickly. I distracted myself with thoughts about everything possible, so as not to get too excited, but gladly returned her kisses to her. And she was getting under way now. Her moans grew louder, her movements more hasty and violent. My sperm-donor also slipped out once when she had overdone it. Finally, she itched and snorted. When she came right, a scream escaped her like I had never experienced before. It was eerily quiet outside, but Carmen didn’t notice that the children were listening. She pounded on me with her body and gasped completely out of breath. I fired her with a “More, more.” to. Then I could no longer hold myself and filled her craving body. Again, she screamed and straightened up slightly above me. She kissed me as fanatically as no woman in my life. Her vagina was still twitching. Apparently, she also wanted to elicit the last drop from me.

Gradually we calmed down again. I stroked her and she was lying on me smiling. Later we lay next to each other and my fingers visited all conceivable parts of her body. We heard how the children went upstairs, and life in the house calmed down more and more. I wiped myself and her a little dry, took her hand and led her to my penis, which was still half swollen and longed for more tasks. It took Carmen some minutes to figure out how to stimulate a man. I leaned on the headboard, drew her attention to my injured leg and pulled her onto my lap. The next thirty minutes were divine to her; at least I had the feeling. Their kisses spoke the language of love. Of course, a lot of shyness and shame had to be taken from an almost forty-year-old, completely inexperienced in love affairs. My thumbs brought her pleasure, her clitoris stretched towards my caresses. It took her until she fulfilled my demand and finally stimulated herself. But I insisted not to kiss until she yielded to my will. And then she literally exploded in the fireworks of her feelings. Luisa and Ramona later told me that they were afraid for Carmen’s life at first, but I only ‘stabbed’ her figuratively.

During the voluptuous sounds I had seen, how the door cautiously opened and Babette peeped in to see if I was doing something to Carmen, but my lover hopped and moaned full of lust. All the girls had been standing at the top of the stairs full of fear and excitement, Sula told me the next day. After all, everyone was relieved that it was love, and not torture. The girls had very special ideas after the awful videos. Isabella asked Carmen the next day what had happened. Despite her strong sense of shame, Carmen explained to the Spanish speakers that it had been the most wonderful night of her life. Isabella made it clear to the others with words and gestures how great the night had been for Carmen.

Sunday 21.08.2016

All Sunday the girls treated me like their God. Many beamed at me, everyone wanted to help me with the wheelchair and there were also some touches on my arms and shoulders that I was not used to. Finally, Babette and Sula stood to the left and right of my rolling seat, cheered up somehow cheerfully loudly, so that as many as possible looked, and at the same time gave me a loud smack on the cheek to the left and right. Some of them rushed over and did the kissing too. After all, cheerful girls surrounded me. A little later Carmen brought me into our love nest and a new round began. I was sure that some of the young ladies were not just looking at us curiously, perhaps one or the other was already longing for the happiness that Carmen had confessed to Isabella.

Today I slept more than an hour after eating. Carmen already physically challenged me. But so much pleasure and joy in her eyes, I just had to increase myself to peak performances.

A highlight of the day followed, Sula and Babette had charged the four children’s motorcycles and the girls took turns driving laps in the inner terrain. It was fun for everyone. Initially, there were some problems with the balance and the operation of the brakes in particular. Of course, Sula overdid it again and built a classic camber in the turn. Except for a few scrapes on the leg and on the motorcycle, everything went smoothly.

In the evening, the TV team showed three films: “Black history rap anthem”, followed by an episode of the “Chipmunks” and a story of two eleven-year-old girls who had participated in a championship with homemade models. The last piece ran three times. The girls were enthusiastic about their peers and would have liked to start programming right away. As if by the way, they used English words that they had just heard. That was my intention to learn the language in the game. It ran.

Monday 22.08.2016

Gradually, it became time to think about the further development of our children. All of them had completed six years of school so far; at least they had confirmed this to a large extent. Some said seven years, but in their countries the last year in kindergarten counted as a school year. We were here in Peru, where the six-year compulsory education was law. All thirteen girls had fulfilled this point but had no offspring on their previous educational path. However, it was important to me to continue schooling, although in our host country the five years until graduation could be completed on a voluntary basis, they did not have to.

During one of our breaks, I had Carmen explain to me how the school here in the country runs like this. The most important would be Spanish and mathematics. In addition, there would be love for the homeland, art, and sports. From the fifth grade there were still natural sciences, English and knowledge of history and South America. Together with Ramona and Carmen, we thought about how to organize the school. The first requirement was a common language, so, we had to strengthen the English in the next few days and weeks. As school days we set Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The other days we needed to secure our lives in the long term through the work of the girls. On Wednesday I wanted to test everyone’s knowledge of mathematics. Combined with this, we wanted to give the most important English vocabulary for mathematics to all children on one sheet and then practice.

The paper and the spare toners would not last a year if we printed school supplies for the children, Ramona pointed out. Then it occurred to me that I had read tablets were on a list at the electronics container. Esther, Zarina, and Ramona should go looking for them immediately. Esther knew right away that there were several boxes. In less than two hours, four boxes of tablets, a total of forty pieces, were lying on the large dining table. Ramona showed Esther and Priya how to unpack the tablets and finally connected them with the corresponding chargers for charging. Soon ten tablets were buzzing in anticipation of their use. I had the other necessary five loaded by Priya in my office.

Sitting at the desk, I tested a tablet still connected to the charger. With 10-inch screen and touch screen, it was very suitable for the needs of the future students. When I tested WLAN usage, a network was available but with user input and code. Theoretically, the network of video surveillance had to be concerned here, but I did not get access.

A simple writing program and a spreadsheet were preinstalled on the tablets. The camera took quite decent pictures and the short video I shot in the study was also appealing. An all-round great thing for the upcoming lessons, I was happy. But we didn’t have any ready-made documents and worksheets. This meant a huge amount of work in the next few weeks.

On my PC I tried to first create a worksheet for the most important English terms of mathematics. Too bad, we didn’t have Internet. It would have been easy to copy or download something. After more than thirty minutes, I finished a page with the terms and some examples of the basic arithmetic operations. Transferring the file to the tablet was easy. I had set up a folder ‘school’ with the subfolders ‘English’ and ‘mathematics’. More folders should follow later. Then I called Esther, who played me five Nickelodeon videos from her USB stick on the PC. I copied these onto the sample tablet. There was an error message that the videos might not be playable, but they ran smoothly. Finally, I set the automatic screen rotation, everything was done for now.

Esther or Priya should set up all the tablets according to the pattern if they were sufficiently charged. Until then, I tried to develop a new method for joint working material. I photographed the irregular verbs in the dictionary, improved the overview with image editing and also saved it on the tablet, which was enough for learning. Esther laughed and explained to me that the multifunction printer in the doctor’s office would also have text recognition when scanning. Within a short time, she had quickly scanned some pages of the grammar part of the dictionary and made them editable in a writing program. We made great progress. I respectfully pressed a kiss on Esther’s forehead. Her body was looking for more contact with me. Again, I had the feeling that at the age of thirteen, the girl wanted more than just a quick hug but I could not and did not want to satisfy this. Thirteen beautiful creatures were entrusted to me, and they all had the same right. In addition, there were three adult women and an almost fifteen-year-old teeny, two of them pregnant, one sure to be pregnant soon and one who confided in me in a weak hour that she longed for a tender hug from me and for much more. It was a vicious circle, which perhaps many men longed for in their imagination, but which in practice meant more problems than fulfilment.

The lunch break and after dinner Carmen used every minute for her now almost limitless greed for sex. It was amazing to me how an initially shy and sexually completely inexperienced woman almost became a nymphomaniac. For the upcoming night I had reserved something for myself. But first I kissed Luisa for an irritatingly long time. This appealed to our interpreter even more. She took me to bed showered like every night. I tied her hands behind her head. Then I touched her senses with everything I had at my disposal. She melted under my mouth and my finger. She was literally hungry to finally be taken. It was a very intense love lesson. Her kisses later showed me that I could be satisfied with myself, as she clearly signalled it. She was glowing full of lust, sweat ran between her breasts, but her charming looks literally consumed me again.

Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, she probably had her fertile day. But maybe it had already worked out; her intimate desire to have children was fulfilled. Nevertheless, I was looking forward to the next loving encounters.

Tuesday 23.08.2016

Winter was gradually coming to an end, spring announced itself with heavy rain, and that was a good thing. The fields and vegetable beds had suffered, it was much too dry for several weeks. The rain that started earlier this year was a blessing for our vegetable and potato production. Nevertheless, we were very lucky in the slowly ending month, it was much warmer than last year, even at night the thermometer did not even fall below 10 °C. Last year in August I had experienced snowstorms and hailstorms.

Yes, the climate here was completely different. From the end of October, the rainy season usually began, in the mountains usually already in September. It rained almost daily, and sometimes for days. Then the temperatures did not rise to the 20 ° C. On the other hand, if it was sunny for two or even three days, there were already temperatures of almost 25 °C in December to February despite our altitude. Last summer I had to experience that it was almost forty degrees Celsius on arrival in Ashmanton after a shopping trip to Guayaquil. But the air was so humid that my shirt was already completely sweaty during the check in at the port. But I recovered on the minibus trip to the camp with every meter we got up the mountains. I’m certainly not coming to Ashmanton this year. “Not a real advantage.” I thought to myself. “Or was it?”

For breakfast, I decided that because of the rain, school had already started this Tuesday. While Lenya and Sula were going through the daily routine with all the students, Esther and Priya were running wildly around the area to put a tablet with headphones on each of the children’s places. They were in charge today first, in order to bring everyone closer to the handling of the tablet. The English spoken instructions were perfect. Soon all the programs were running, touch screen was already known to many before. The headphones were plugged in together. Then everyone looked for the clip “Mackenzie’s-story” in the ‘Video’-folder, headphones were used, and everyone looked and listened. Strictly, our TV ladies went around and checked whether everything was going right with everyone. Volume control has been made clear to some, perfect the little ones. Everyone was satisfied.