Chapter 9

Sunday 28.08.2016

At last, it had stopped raining. Today, the girls had leisure time, received their tablets and could move freely anywhere. Some used it for photo shoots, others did homework or studied. Lenya and Esther wrote some texts with their writing program. Then they photographed each other with each other’s tablet. The two giggled as loudly as if it were the whole group, which was not their way at all. Then they moved up. Actually, I didn’t want to use the surveillance anymore. I wouldn’t like it if someone was secretly watching me, but I was too curious and had guessed right. They first photographed each other half-naked, then, with a little shyness and hesitation, the panties fell off. Finally, they lay side by side and tried the play of lips and tongues, but very shy and careful. Like obviously all the other girls, these two also became more and more sexually interested. At Priya’s, Esther had refused to caress at the most intimate place, now it was no problem for Esther.

I closed the peephole camera but looked at how the connection to the rooms worked. As expected, it was Wi-Fi connections. The router was quickly found despite my wheelchair. I unplugged the LAN cable to the central computer for the cameras. From my point of view, there could no longer be a data transfer from the cameras installed in the rooms of the girls. I took my tablet, tried the Wi-Fi connection. Under the router, the start code was 210462. This worked, but there was no counter device. I rolled into the doctor’s room. Ramona was once again brooding over her research work, although that was certainly no longer expedient. Suddenly, however, she suggested to me that we could give the girls children’s blessings by means of artificial insemination. I smiled a little awkwardly. Of course, she was right, but I was already interested in testing the different sexual reactions of the girls in bed. In addition, more than half of them had already shown me that they would be interested in a physical exchange with me, as I expressed it to the doctor.

She just said, “You lecher, you. But perhaps we should not deprive the girls of discovering their physicality. You have certainly already totally interested them by having brought Carmen to unmistakable screams and moans here in the house.” I had to smile. Ramona was not stupid she must have realized right away that the story with Carmen under everyone’s ears was purely intentional on my part and that’s why I had made special efforts.

Ramona said that the next month could then become her month. She had thought it over again carefully. The German woman would be almost certain that we were banished to the valley for ever, there should still be some content in life for her. An own child could be a very good content. I looked at her in amazement. “Was that a request? Do you really want a child from me?” She nodded, smiling.

“I could suggest artificial insemination, young lady,” I teased her. She gave me a light pat on the back of the head. With the same hand, she pulled me to her, and our lips met. The second kiss was almost lustful when Esther and Lenya stormed in. Oh, that was embarrassing for all four of them. At least we were all blushing shamefully. Ramona ended the fright by explaining to the two girls that she was going to propose to have a child next, and we agreed on this a minute ago.

I pulled Esther and Lenya to me and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Everything OK?” I asked. They nodded silently, Esther lost in heavy thoughts, actually she wanted to be my next lover. I embarrassed them both on purpose. “You should wash your hands and face thoroughly afterwards.” Not a word more was necessary. Lenya smelled her hand, grimaced and rushed out shamefacedly, closely followed by Esther. They realized that I probably guessed what had happened between them.

Meanwhile, Ramona sent a file after connecting her computer to Wi-Fi. I was able to receive and open them. It was written in huge letters “I want a baby, a baby from you.”

I wrote back: “Gladly at your service, Madame.” I was able to save the file without any problems and to send it back to Ramona. It worked and would save us a lot of paper in the future. We just had to find a way that not everyone could receive and open every file. Ramona had quickly found the solution using protected users.

Esther came back and we tried it out with her tablet. It worked right away. Now only the other tablets had to be set up. Even before the sport, all the girls were able to receive a group photo, which I sent to the server PC and which could be made visible to everyone from there. The girls were delighted. They each sent a photo they had taken today, and Ramona made it available to everyone via server. We had to try direct Wi-Fi first, but the Wi-Fi was a huge win. Sula, of course, took the biggest biscuit, but Ramona was able to prevent the embarrassment. Sula accidentally sent all the shots, including a video of how she lovingly kissed Babette. We both looked at this with a smile, while the girls were with Lenya for sports.

Later I rolled to the tennis court. Lenya had let everyone do physical education topless today, because it was sultry due to the sun after the long rain. As requested by me, Olivia had also come to this. Lenya gave out seven narrow shirts so that you could distinguish the teams. It was a pleasure how the game had developed. Everyone was able to throw better now, but also, they could often catch the ball. The team spread out around the entire playing field of the opponent and threw the ball to each other until they could land a sure hit. And the ambition was quite stimulated in everyone. The winner team celebrated the victory by clapping and “Ho-ho-ho”-cries, everybody was in very good mood, even the losers.

Finally, I had everyone take her bathrobes. They were supposed to take a shower outdoors and were then allowed into the pool if they wanted to.

I thanked Lenya for the good management of the sport. The recently only Russian speaking one seemed to understand every word. I took her head between my hands. “Do you like Esther?” She blushed again, but I told her that I liked both of them very much, and that it would be O.K. if they tried each other physically. Lenya nodded to me with relief and ran to the pool. After that, she shared the bathrobe with Esther while drying off and they were whispering.

It was amazing; at least eight girls had been completely naked in the water. Actually, there was nothing in it, they were all girls and there was no reason to be uptight about each other yet. Only for me as a man it was unusual and also a bit tingling.

After dinner, everyone learned from Esther how to send something to each other directly. For this, each tablet received a name, namely that of the owner. There was disappointment for some shortly afterwards that they had to turn off their tablets and hand them in for charging. But that’s how I intended it in the long run.

Monday 28.08.2016 to Saturday 10.09.2016

More and more a pleasant routine crept in with us. Every day the tasks were completed. Only I could not continue to clean up the container warehouse because of my ankle. Classes were focused on the frequent rainy days. There was the big movie night every Saturday that the girls enjoyed. Olivia and Carmen almost always took part to improve their understanding of English. In the evening there were discussions in smaller groups. Everyone should try out her English skills. The girls were already chattering among themselves, but the grammar was still cruel. We also improved the debate as far as we could, Ramona and me; we were not native speakers either.

The following Thursday there was another big event, the hairdressing salon was opened. Zarina had carefully driven the two large dressing tables with the large mirrors to the central office with the forklift. When set up by the girls, a mirror got a little damage, but it was insignificant. Ramona wanted to do my hair right away, but I suggested Luisa. Every day she made herself in the kitchen, was often sweaty and the hair was simply tied up at the back. Zarina assisted the doctor. Everyone was watching enthusiastically. Luisa was not so right, but actually it was an honour for her. She just didn’t like being the centre of attention. Ramona did quite well. Zarina helped with the head massage, blow-drying and combing out. Ramona immediately made some cosmetics of the brows, while Zarina filed the fingernails and painted them colourless. I gave my dear Luisa a big kiss and praised her new outfit. All the girls also wanted to be done too, but Zarina made a plan for a hairstyle for every evening and indicated to us that she, together with Fahsai, wanted to fix the hair of all the children. On Sundays, she liked to take two girls on it. It was not only an improvement of our lives, but a nice, shared experience. Zarina also distributed the three hairdressing newspapers, which were enclosed in a cardboard box. She wanted to try to fulfil all wishes.

The next evening was a particularly important one for Carmen. She was at Ramona’s office for a test in the afternoon. It obviously spread like wildfire that my last partner with me would be pregnant. She attended our dinner and then received her golden necklace as my gift. She was so happy, I had to be careful that she didn’t rape me in front of everyone.

In the first days of September my splint finally came off. The doctor had changed it twice but left the basic premise. Everything seemed to be well done. I was still in considerable pain when I tried, but according to Ramona, that would be better soon. Nevertheless, I still used the crutches for a few days. I thanked Dr. Liebknecht profusely after dinner. She took the opportunity, went to Luisa, and requested her consent that I should practice with her our partnership for the next two weeks. Presumably, this was agreed beforehand, because Luisa did not hesitate and gave the doctor an approving kiss on the forehead. Again, there was spontaneous applause. I looked at Esther for a moment, but she also clapped unreservedly. Ramona got the green partnership collar from me with an over-loud smack. Our partnership was thus sealed.

The next day was the first birthday party at the camp. Ananda had no idea that we had prepared a lot for her special day. During breakfast, Priya played the birthday song of the famous Indian singer Atif Aslam. Ananda could not believe her ears. She knew that very well. Everyone stood up, clapped to the beat and the 50-second song went on and on. Ananda rocked herself in Bollywood style. Carmen joined her with a very beautiful sari as her present. When Ananda had put it on, with Carmen’s and Esther’s help, Cara and Isabella danced towards Ananda with graceful arm movements. The birthday girl picked up the rhythm. The well-known Indian singer Krishna Chaturvedi also sang in Hindi, but the refrain was “I wish you a happy happy birthday to you.”

Several had practiced this, but especially her four friends, who mostly worked in the village. Mayari, Isabella, Kira and Daja pulled off a crazy show. There were kisses for Ananda and they handed her a beautiful, beaded hair ornament for the sari. Of course, I also congratulated her and wobbled a bit with her on the dance floor when Priya had put the first song back on. Ananda’s beautiful eyes shone with joy. They literally sparkled at me. Due to the pain of my leg, I had to cancel quickly, but Mayari took over my role. Once again, we had a very nice moment in our gradually dreary camp life.

The lesson of this party was clear, we had to create more highlights and find new, beautiful games. Life here, despite all the deprivations, should be remembered only pleasantly. I decided to make up for the festival with the national costumes, which Rus had planned shortly after the arrival of the girls, on Tuesday. It was Olivia’s birthday. The women of the village, whom I had invited all of them, wanted to give Olivia a traditional Inca ceremony for adult women. With this, Olivia would be included in the circle of women. Her childhood would be over for good. This was to be done in the evening, I had agreed with Carmen. Then there was singing and dancing and a big feast. Zarina and Ananda also helped out in the kitchen. I had donated about four kilograms of pork and two tuna fishes from the cold stores. Alejandra knew how to prepare it the best, and thus also helped Luisa. The two old men were roasting mutton on a spit. Ramona was looking for some nice bottles of wine; I donated soft drinks and beer from our stocks. The terrace was so large that all thirty-five inhabitants of the valley would be well sheltered even in the rain, but it was a dry, warm evening, as everyone had wanted it to be.

Priya and Esther had positioned the speakers of the home cinema system to the left and right of the door. The microphone was also ready for use. The four women from the village, who were no longer so good at running or even dancing, had already taken a seat on the terrace. When Olivia and Alejandra came to the terrace, a rhythmic clapping and singing began and ten women from the village danced from their hiding place to the side of the terrace. It was impressive. Ramona had one of the video cameras and recorded everything.

Olivia already had tears in her eyes and was waiting for what was happening. She received as a gift from the village the typical Peruvian women’s robe of the Andes, in which many symbols of the Incas were embroidered. She went to the doctor’s room to change. When she returned, a thunderous applause rang out with shrill tones of individual women. Spontaneously, our thirteen girls started the group dance rehearsed by Cara to a Michael Jackson number. Cara pulled Olivia into the circle with her. Then the union of dancers broke up. In a semicircle, they approached Olivia, sang the refrain of the Indian birthday song like at Ananda’s congratulation tour. They presented her with two very beautiful dresses for pregnant women, a bouquet of natural flowers from a mountainside, and a box of the finest chocolates. Then I gave Sula a sign. She ran to our gift and rushed up with an electric scooter. Olivia immediately practiced with Sula and a few minutes later she drove a big lap around the inner circle. When she wanted to thank me, we three adults of the main house hugged her all together cordially. Zarina, the shy one, had picked out children’s toys for toddlers and smaller children in the container warehouse and designed them around a baby walker as a gift. The small garden tools and the baking tins for babies glowed in the sunset. Olivia hugged Zarina like a dear sister. They were almost the same size and looked beautiful. Then she got her personal tablet from Ramona with videos and small video greetings from all of us. And we had tried it. She was able to contact us with the tablet from the guesthouse. Where the Wi-Fi repeater was, we had not found out, but it worked.

Now the five prepared performances began, which had impressed me the most recently. Esther sang her aria in Hungarian, Fahsai sang her oriental love song, and Ananda offered a short version of her Bollywood song. After Lenya’s Russian folk song, which beautifully filled the dusk through the microphone, the climax came for everyone. Luisa sang an old Inca song. The villagers hummed along quietly. A chill ran down my spine that was so impressive. Great cheers and applause broke out, a unique moment on this wonderful evening.

But it wasn’t over yet. Lenya started her prepared show. As I knew by now, their joint arrival in the valley with the selected girls was accidental. She was somehow added, that’s why there was no national costume for her either. So she took over the announcements for the performances of the twelve girls in the national costumes. Lenya had practiced the well-nuanced announcements with me at the pool, so that she achieved a special effect. It should be something similar to a professional boxing match. In addition, Priya recorded my favorite song “Conquest of Paradise” from my mobile phone in the background. As a boy and teenager I loved boxing and especially the kind of boxing of the German Henry Maske and his entry song. Lenya still started a little shy, but she presented Babette: “From Roo-maa-niaaa ... we present ... with greeeaaat pleasure: the wonderfuuuul ... Babeeette!!!” The name already sounded impressively loud on the terrace. The girls had practiced the run-in independently. Babette strode proudly in her national costume, white skirt, colourful embroidered white long blouse gathered by a magnificent belt, over her back and chest lay a coloured embroidered heavy cloth, which had to be put on over her head. On her head she wore a wide-brimmed white hat with fluttering ribbons. Ramona had also practiced light make-up with the girls. So Babette’s cheeks flamed in a light blush. To do this, she had put on a discreet lipstick, a sight of a gorgeous girl who opened the monstrously beautiful show. Babette really enjoyed standing in the storm of applause. She curtsied several times and made a final bow, her head nearly down to the ground.

I could write a novel about the following performances to describe the costumes and the way of presentation. All the young ladies presented themselves impressively and sublimely, the pure pleasure of budding womanhood, even the little Fahsai in her spectacular belly dance dress. Only our two dear blacks, Sula and Kira, did not manage to hide their excitement. They each almost flitted across the catwalk and, unfortunately, did not manage to stand still so that everyone could admire them. With Sula in a Massai robe with heavy arm and neck rings, I intervened, held her tight, stroked her back and then gave her quiet commands. And she managed to really present herself. Later I learned from her, as she had always found out from the girls in whatever language, that the other eleven had worked as photo models for children’s fashion. Only Sula was later added as a replacement for another African model. On the other hand, there were thousands of photos of Kira in American and Chinese catalogues, as I later saw when I found three catalogues in a FEDEX package. The children selected for the camp had been marked with one, two or three exclamation marks. I found eleven ‘of my girls’ in it, all with three exclamation marks. This had been the selection principle from which the tragic fate of the children had been decided. I still can’t understand how greedy the parents of the children must have been to simply sell or rent their children to a completely foreign agency.

But back to our first big party, where one highlight followed another. Every single girl showed great dignity and endearing charm. They had touched me emotionally. Ramona noticed that I had to wipe a few tears from my eyes. As a conclusion, the twelve marched towards Olivia in a row, went back to the left and right alternately, formed a group of two each, and then approached Olivia in pairs. Finally, at the next formation, groups of four marched towards the birthday girl, forming a semicircle in front of her. Olivia went from girl to girl and kissed each, as seen by me, affectionately on the forehead. She was crying with happiness again. I had to think about how upset she was when she found out about her pregnancy. A few days ago I was still afraid that she would do something to herself, and now she was emotionally in seventh heaven. It was really warm to my heart, also out of pride that we had succeeded together.

Around 10 p.m. I finished the party. The children and the elderly had to go to bed. There were warm hugs, kisses and handshakes. Everyone was touched by the evening. A lot of food was left. The villagers took a lot of the food left with them, especially the grilled mutton, which was not even half consumed. The other food was taken to the kitchen for cooling to use it the next day.

I held Ramona tightly in my arms and kissed her affectionately and all the friends understood us. For three days we had shared the bed. At first Ramona did not want to move to the guest house, but on our second evening she informed all the residents of the house with moans and fervent sounds that she liked it in my arms. That’s why we had decided to use the guesthouse for our love games from today on. But the party was so great, the food was of the very first quality, the wine and beer were unusual in the quantities, so that we faltered at the small dance performances. The way to the guesthouse was too far for us.

After everyone had participated in the cleaning up, the girls said good night to us in turn. Both of us had not yet received so many joyful and warm hugs. It had obviously been the highlight of our life together for everyone so far. Luisa was also delighted, said goodbye to the kitchen with a mischievous forefinger greeting. Alejandra had gone with the women to her new home, Olivia wanted to follow up with the scooter quickly. When the little one wanted to say goodbye, the tears shot into her eyes again, and then she cried uncontrollably on my chest. She would never have had such a beautiful birthday. I pressed her tightly to me and gently kissed her on the forehead. Her “más sincero gracias” ended with a true love kiss. I felt it with every fibre; Olivia’s love was as deep as no woman had ever touched me emotionally. Her tears also ran down my cheeks. Again and again she whispered in my ear: “Apu. Apunchik.” She referred to me again as her god in Quechua. Finally, I broke up, and Ramona and I took her to the gate. She happily raced away with her birthday present. From the guesthouse she called loudly through the night: “Thank you very much. - Más sincero gracias!” We both called it back in Spanish and waved.

The love night with Ramona took place on the terrace. It was unusual for me, but we were in such a good mood. We would have raised the dead in the night from the cry of love; we were so crazy about each other. “If you didn’t get pregnant today, then when?” I whispered to her as we finally lay together on the huge bed in my bedroom. She smiled a little haughtily. “You will have to try so hard more often. My fertile days are only in five or six days.” Then she kissed me in love. She was able to switch between rational and emotional as quickly as no one I have ever known. Was she just playing her orgasms to me or had she regained control so quickly?

The next day, while everyone was cleaning and cleaning after breakfast, I thought about the other highlights. Today in a week Lenya already had her birthday. We could not offer her such a party as for Olivia but she should also have a nice day. I decided to ask everyone what suggestions there were. Then I came up with a probably wonderful idea. Lenya should be the mathematics teacher for everyone, starting first day of November. It was certainly easier for her to empathize with the girls and explain tasks and problems step by step. Her math skills and knowledge surpassed those of the other girls by miles. She was already calculating percentages or complicated equations, also she was strongest in geometry. Was this appointment as teacher really a gift for her? After all, I was sure she would be happy about it.

As a test I took the opportunity of my mathematics class to get Lenya to the whiteboard to have the addition and subtraction of fractions explained. Lenya helped after my request to explain it to Dara, Kira, and Sula personally at their places. And, oh wonder, the next tasks were right for everyone. I showed Lenya the “Thumbs up!” and nodded to her kindly.

She should receive a well-designed certificate of appointment as a teacher of mathematics from me and be the only one to receive a charger for the permanent use of the tablet in her room.

On the following Sunday, an emotionally huge misfortune befell all the girls, especially the four who were always given guinea pigs for their good work in the village. Sula had discovered during her morning run, which she often completed shortly after breakfast, that “two huge eagles were comfortably eating the guinea pigs,” as Sula reported out of breath. They also did not allow themselves to be driven away by throwing stones, but hinted at a counterattack on Sula. All the girls rushed to the terrace in a panic. I was already hoping that two condors got lost in the valley, which would have been great, but Luisa looked briefly and said: “No problem, Agua.” She hinted that they were just knee-high birds. Sula demanded a rifle to kill the Andean buzzard, but I forbade her. “Birds of prey are more important than guinea pigs. They keep nature healthy.” Sula just shrugged her shoulders. When the gang of children ran loudly towards the birds, they, of course, fled, but not without their prey.

The other guinea pigs had been hiding. There were tears that they would all be gone. I threw a few leaves and twigs into it, and gradually the animals came to the food. Of the twelve guinea pigs in the girls’ possession, ten were still alive. That was reassuring for the little ones. I suggested that two or three girls go to the storage camp and pick out goal nets from a container. These could be stretched over the enclosure. Everyone was active, built the stone ramparts higher, knocked in posts, which were located next to the construction workers’ huts nearby. There was only one common goal, ‘to save the animals’. Suddenly Daja stopped. She had found three young animals under a dense bush. The girls were delighted, everyone wanted to stroke one. The concern for the two dead guinea pigs was blown away at first.

A little later Esther and her two helpers came back. In the buggy trailer were four relatively close-meshed goal nets, plus a bundle of barbed wire and a roll of chain link fence. I had to smile inwardly at how active everyone was. Each had new ideas. I did not intervene, although some looked clumsy or even dangerous. In the end, an excellently secured enclosure was created. My praise and the caressing of those closest to me did everyone good. They had real joy and pride in them I saw it in everyone’s happy eyes.

There was another important realization for me. For the first time I had painlessly walked the concreted path to the enclosure. I only became aware of this on the way back. Grateful, I ran to Ramona. “You are a master of your craft!” I called out to her joyfully. Her question was quickly answered. “Painlessly. I feel very good. - Room 13?” I asked. Esther, who was fiddling with her notebook next to Ramona, looked at me with a smile. She immediately understood that I wanted to sleep with Ramona in the guesthouse. The doctor had so much confidence in Esther that she was allowed to stay with us in the office, even though we kissed and touched each other. “We are at the guesthouse until lunch.” Ramona informed her assistant. Esther in her English: “Great. Enjoy your life.” I asked Luisa to take care of the girls a little. She, too, nodded understandingly and kissed me, hiding her dirty kitchen hands behind her back.

Unfortunately, we liked each other so much that lunch was cancelled for us. Later, when I woke up, I realized that it was already almost 4. Ramona did not want to get up. She pulled me on her and asked for the next round with hot kisses. This lasted really long, because despite all the efforts of us lovers, my chromosomes did not want to separate from me so quickly. Only in the doggy position and by means of self-stimulation by Ramona, her twitching love grotto made me explode. My body stayed in rhythm for a few more jolts until I sank exhausted next to Ramona. The fact that she was snacking on my penis did me extremely well. Later, she explained to me that for the safe embedding of a fertilized egg and for a better readiness for fertilization, it would be convenient to accustom the woman’s body to the partner’s semen. Scientifically, she might be right, but I liked the idea of getting into her mouth much more. I wanted to test tomorrow whether she was ready for this, of course ‘purely scientifically justified’.

A violent murmur and hello broke out when we came back during dinner. The girls celebrated and seemed to be happy with us. So far, all this has been going very well. But what happens if it affects single girls? Was there then also peace and common joy or quarrels and discontents? Fortunately, it was not that far yet, but in the coming or the following year it might already be due.

We did not let ourselves be disturbed, mischievously flattened back. I gave Luisa a fat kiss, but she grimaced. I still smelled of Ramona despite washing. The children had finished eating and were patiently waiting for us to finish. For a long time I wanted a greeting formula at the beginning and at the end of the meal, now was an opportunity. I said, “Thank you for the great dinner.” to Luisa. She looked at my full plate and smiled. I explained to her that I wanted to try something new. Little Fahsai always ate the longest. “Fahsai, please, get up and repeat.” She blushed, got up and said very maniacally: “Thank you for the great dinner, Luisa.” Oh. She understood and was creative. That pleased me. I said to her, “God save – our home.” Fahsai seemed a bit insecure, perhaps because of the different faiths that were gathered here. I repeated: “God save...” everybody “ ... our home”. Fahsai repeated it three times with the round of the table, and then the answer was well heard. I made her the gesture of clapping her hands. She clapped loudly and shouted: “Go!” and the girls stood up. This should make Fahsai early, at lunch and in the evening at the end of the meal. I called her to me, smiled at her after a clear praise, patted her lightly on the butt and shouted: “Go!” We had to laugh the way she walked off swinging from the waist. A child was satisfied with herself and the world.