Chapter 2

05.08.2016 Friday

The next morning, we were just sitting at breakfast together, the lady in charge and command, ‘Ms. Doctor’, got in touch via the pager. She was probably at the gate. I continued to eat without any haste, enjoyed my coffee and then brought her in. Surprised, she looked into the circle of girls dressed in different colours. Astonished, she looked at the nametags. I invited her to tea and some pita bread. Then I asked her what information she had about the girls. She led me to the PC, covertly entered her code word and showed me the girls’ regular cards. Sula presented her list and added the family name and country of origin to all of them. The dates of birth were new. The Chinese and the Hungarian teen were already thirteen years old as expected, and so were four others. I realized that there would probably still be a lot of misunderstandings, because we could not understand each other.

Dr. Ramona Liebknecht finally introduced herself to me with her first name but did not offer me the more confidential ‘You’, which I had been using for two days. I asked her about the inventory. She just shrugged her shoulders. Not done yet. Noise and gossip, two slaps had been sitting. I shouted at her why she was ignoring my orders, pulled her by the hair on the floor and threatened her with an implied kick. In the background, I somehow heard approving sounds. Ms. Doctor apparently had a bad reputation with the girls. Later I learned from her herself that she had the order to deflower the girls, and she had apparently not done that very considerate on the first day.

“I have already made the list of girls. I want a list of all the people in the village. For this purpose, a list of all animals, and which can be bred and propagated, and all arable products that is grown. In addition, a representation of the expected climate here, especially the temperatures in the different seasons.” The latter was just to check how seriously she took her work. With fifteen months of experience in the valley, I knew how warm or how cold it was getting, I also knew that the rainy season was just around Christmas, during the next weeks maybe we would suffer by much less rain.

Luisa should list the food supplies. Salt and sugar were particularly important to me, there was no alternative from my point of view, but also we need the information, what we were in store, for example rice or spaghetti.

“I take care of tools, machines and systems, as well as the many boxes in ore processing station. - And one more thing: are you ... are you a lesbian?” She looked at me in fright. “Well, yes, it looks like. This is Esther. She can handle the computer. She will become your assistant, including for first aid and for health issues. You have to train her. And if you are dear to her, you may also have something for tender hours.”

Then I called Sula to me. According to my instructions, she put on sturdy shoes, the blue work pants, and the pajama top. I called the girls except Esther and kitchen assistant Cara together, pointed to Sula and her clothes: “You have five minutes.” and clapped his hands. After three minutes everything was ready to leave. Four, however, had no name sticker with them. I couldn’t remember the many names yet. Then I quietly went with the group to the village. The sun was shining, it was quite warm. The girls saw the mini-fields and flowerbeds, the cows, sheep and goats. Two girls stroked the goats, only the sheep jumped away from them. I called the two girls to me: Kira, the dirty finch from Haiti, not from Africa, and Daja, the Indonesian, as it turned out from the doctor’s documents. I divided them on my note for animal breeding.

Carmen and a second woman came to meet us. It was certainly a sensation walking with the girls to the Indio-village. They shouted a “Good morning!” already from a long distance and waved. Most of the girls waved back. I explained to Carmen that the girls had to learn how vegetable growing and cattle breeding work here. “I will always send the same four girls to you every morning. They have to work hard. Every evening they should bring food with them to the camp.” When Carmen explained it to the other woman, Mayari and Isabella suddenly started talking happily. The mixed-mash Spanish, which the women spoke, the two understood. Carmen explained to me that the Brazilian teen spoke Portuguese and the girl from Nicaragua spoke Spanish. They were able to communicate well with some women. So, I also assigned the two for the village. I had planned the special beauty Mayari for my closeness, but the care of all of us went first.

The village life did not seem alien to the girls. They were kind to the women, who handed them juice and ripe tomatoes. Everyone smiled happily and the old women chattered like their geese around us. The geese ran around in two larger groups, hissed at us, and loudly announced their existence. The chickens and also the ducks and geese we will soon be able to use well, because mutton and goats were quite few available. I asked Carmen if they could raise more poultry. Chickens would not be a problem, but for this species of geese they would still need a lot of corn for the grass. However, it would only be harvested soon and only then could more corn be grown. There will be new kids in five months.

I showed the women the four girls who would be working in the village from tomorrow. Carmen got the order not to spare the children. They should be brought up to hard and diligent work. Carmen raised her thumb in agreement. I drank a cup of wine with the women who still remained in the village and the two old men. A good cooperation was agreed, at least I hoped so. “We will be able to survive here.” With every hour I became more confident about this important question.

Carmen gave us a basket; laid out with a lot of green leaves, on it laid carrots, onions, and tomatoes. A woman who appeared to be particularly old brought a second basket of potatoes. I nodded my thanks to her and took the heavy basket from her. Two girls each had to carry the two baskets home.

Then we all went along the slope together with the two old men to the crash site of the helicopter. The men showed us the five graves of the victims of the accident. Four girls hastily struck a cross, all stopped in decency. I thanked the men for their work with a firm handshake. From here could not see the fuselage of the helicopter. I had to take care of the bags and the other things in them.

We left the men behind and went to the ore processing. The ten unopened and the two containers opened by me showed me that there was not only a lot of work here, but there were still many treasures to be recovered. Suddenly Sula screamed. They had one of the three opened boxes of lingerie in their hands. Curiously, most of the girls touched the material. I took a yellow set with a bra, shirt and panties from a cardboard box and handed it to Sula. She stripped naked in a flash and carefully put on her bra and panties. Supi! Although the things were a bit too big, they seemed incredibly erotic, yellow on chocolate brown. Sula proudly danced around with it. There was a pleasantly relaxed atmosphere. But finally, I had to correct Sula a little tighter to change her clothes again. But she was allowed to put the worn laundry in her trouser pocket.

Knitting and tools were there. So, I made several bundles of two boxes each, which were connected with strong knitting. I unpacked boxes indiscriminately. For example, in the largest box six by four meters and almost two meters high, only disposable diapers were of such a quantity that you could safely supply a small town with them for a year. Rus had obviously planned to produce offspring en masse. The diapers stayed here for now. We moved back to the circle, packed. The girls were visibly dragging heavily on their boxes, which they carried hanging over their shoulders, except for those who took turns carrying the baskets from the village. I myself was carrying four boxes, but I didn’t know what was in them.

It was after twelve o’clock when we got back. Cara finely set the table. Esther helped her with the delivery of the pots and bowls. We had carelessly parked the boxes in front of the stairs. The food was handed over to Luisa. I immediately sent Sula upstairs, wash her hands, and change the clothes for her yellow set and the shoes for the flip-flops. Dressed according to the regulations, she whistled back, stood in front of the girls, and indicated what to do. The girls looked at me to see if Sula had anything to say. I clapped my hands in agreement and off we went.

“Satisfied with the abilities of Esther,” I asked Dr. Liebknecht. Eagerly, she nodded and showed me the lists that Esther had created in the computer. The overview contained all the food supplies that could be found here in the house. In addition, another list of office equipment and kitchen appliances, as well as television and audio equipment. “Medicine, medical equipment, and so on,” I asked. I felt her inner resistance again. Obviously, she wanted to continue to secure her knowledge advantage in her specialty.

“Then I still need the villagers with names and the approximate age, and, as already said, everything important for arable and horticulture and cattle breeding. We have to plan in such a way that we can live and survive here completely self-sufficient. I think our verdict here is a ‘Life sentence’.” Ms. Doctor nodded to concur and looked thoughtfully at the ceiling.

After dinner, I wanted to bring some variety to life. I called Esther and Sula to me, praised them for their work. Everyone was allowed to pick up one of the boxes and unpack it. Quite a murmur broke out when Esther unpacked sexy lingerie again, this time in black. I handed her a set and sent her to the doctor’s room to change. Sula suddenly held up a baby romper. I sent Sula to Luisa. She was visibly embarrassed when Sula handed her the romper. I followed her, stroking her back and stomach, where, of course, there was still nothing to see of a child. After four days, we didn’t even know if she was pregnant, but several children beamed at our cook admiringly.

When Esther didn’t come back, I went to the doctor’s office. The little Hungarian looked perfect in the lingerie. Should it be something with Mrs. Doctor, Esther was like a gift from Venus, the goddess of beauty and sensuality. I took the girl by the hand and led her to the others, nodded to Mrs. Doctor and began to clap. Mrs. Liebknecht and Sula immediately fell in. Soon all the girls clapped along. Esther was bright red in the face. I let her wink and indicated to her that she should go for a round around the whole table. She was embarrassed, and she hurried to put the matter behind her. However, I stopped her again and showed her a more appropriate, slower pace. Uncertainly, she arrived back at my place after completing the round. I stroked her bare shoulders, pulled her up and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Esther was incredibly beautiful, a true model. I took her to Mrs. Liebknecht. “Satisfied with my choice?” Liebknecht blushed and gently caressed Esther’s cheek with the back of her hand. Our doctor, an embarrassed woman, great, that I was still allowed to experience this.

Each girl was allowed to choose a set of lingerie. Sometime in the next few days I wanted to organize a party. However, it had become clear to me today that ‘my girls’ were actually not or not yet suitable for such shows. I had overdrawn once again. Surely I completely misjudged the situation. I realized very clearly how little I knew about living with other people or even with children.

Then I called Zarina, Priya, Ananda, Fahsai, and Lenya to me. The five had no task yet. I let Priya test the TV and the radio. She quickly found the buttons and switches, but there was no reception at all. I had seen CDs and DVDs. Let’s see how she copes with this. She quickly found the opening of the CD player and loud Russian music sounded through the house. The same happened with the DVD player. Priya had quickly figured out how to insert a DVD. On the TV we saw girls in Russian national costume singing and swaying to the music. Priya tried the remote control and auditioned. Suddenly, all the young ladies were in intense sexual intercourse with older men. Priya watched with interest. I jumped there and turned off the TV in fright. I didn’t expect that, it was almost a disaster from my point of view. How would it have worked for the girls in the first place? Damn, I resented my own stupidity.

There was an oppressive silence. All the girls except Cara, who was still helping in the kitchen, had seen this. I was very embarrassed. I said “Sorry.” let Priya eject the DVD from me and broke the porn movie. Rus was already a pig. But the girls did not know who Rus was and how this could happen. They probably blamed me for that. I checked the box under the DVD player. There were maybe forty or fifty DVDs, all simple DVD copies labelled in Russian, certainly all of the same content. I had to check this later, whether hopefully something sensible was also there for normal entertainment, at least I took it to myself. At the moment I could only lock the boxes and take the key with me.

Priya now found out her job: keeping the lower part of the house perfectly clean, mastering the radio and television, and playing music for us if necessary. It was not so easy to make everything clear to her, but it turned out that she especially also knew English computer commands. Luisa showed her the cleaning of the anteroom, the large hall, and the furniture on the ground floor, as well as where the cleaning utensils were located.

Zarina and Fahsai I led in the inner circle to the paths soiled with foliage and branches. Some leaf brooms stood forgotten on the terrace. When the two Peruvians finally showed up again from the too long lunch break, I introduced the girls to them. I didn’t know if they understood it, but the girls were supposed to learn how to garden and keep the paths clean and help plant the many trees and plants from the baskets standing around en masse. Fahsai I showed the pond with the fish. She looked at me questioningly when I showed her the eating movement with my mouth. Somehow we had to learn what to feed the fish with. This should also be the job of the Yemeni girl. I sent Luisa to the men to explain my wishes

The four young ladies for agriculture and cattle breeding went to the village with Carmen, the translator, to get acquainted with their work. Our Brazilian Mayari discussed with Carmen, whatever.

Babette was supposed to help in the kitchen today. I called Sula and went with her and the girls Ananda and Lenya to the container warehouse. With the brushwood brooms I made it clear to the two that they had to keep the area outside the circle clean. I looked at the Russian Lenya that she didn’t like it, but the way I had set it once, it remained for the next time. On the other hand, Ananda enjoyed sweeping the dirt from the paved road into the bushes. Lenya had to pick up paper, plastic bags and other debris and put them in a cardboard box that Sula was carrying. Of course, I helped, finally took over the half-filled vessel. Sula was more nimble when bending over and collecting the rubbish.

My goal today was to bring some order to the huge ore processing station. The cleaning of the desert crate and container warehouse would certainly take days. In front of the huge cave, which was supported and secured by steel girders, there was a larger pit, which had been used for a long time as a garbage incinerator. Sula emptied out her cardboard, tore it up and burned a piece of cardboard with my lighter. A funny fire quickly burned. The girls brought more and more boxes and packaging waste. Especially a lot of plastic tapes, which had held the boxes together or stretched the boxes on the pallets, were lying around everywhere. The Styrofoam made disgusting smelling black fumes but had to go away. All the furniture and other things that were used in the central house or in the guesthouse had been unpacked here. It looked correspondingly bad.

Gradually, Sula overdid it with the many cardboard boxes. The fire got too big. I made the girls sit on two large stones and pulled Sula on my lap. Her sexy little butt had the flutter. She could not sit still. I held her with both arms wrapped around her, but she resisted. “Stay calm.” I whispered to her. However, I noticed how my masculinity stirred. I was embarrassed, but the other two should not have noticed. My penis pressed against the sweet girl’s ass and Sula pressed against it with a smile. She was a little too sophisticated for her age, I thought.

Finally, I sent the girls for more plastic tapes to burn. Sula did not advance the first time but said to me with a smile: “The feeling was great.” She kissed two fingers of one hand and wanted to run her fingers over my lips. I gave her a slap on the butt so that she finally rushed after the girls. Sula was a foreboding child. She had probably already experienced lovemaking with relatives or in her village. But Dr. Liebknecht had assured me that a condition of the Rus was to acquire only virgins. She would have checked this and, according to the instructions of the former boss, personally deflowered all the girls. She wouldn’t have cared about that, but if the children were to give birth, it would have come soon anyway. “Better clean, sterile and by an experienced hand than by clumsy, perhaps still drunk men,” she said.

I liked Sula very much, but more so as a little sister, who could be loved very much for her kind and open nature. I could not imagine sex with her, but fate had united us here. If we were condemned to stay here for life, we would need offspring who could later manage the camp and then take care of us in old age. The older women and men were certainly only help for a few more years, and then they would only need support. Probably sooner or later Sula would achieve her mother role, although at the moment she was one of the smallest children.

I didn’t want to just burn the boxes and the big cardboard boxes. Who knows what else you can use them for? So, the three of them helped me to put cardboard together and stack it in a bigger box. Again, and again parts fell off for the fire. Finally, we had cleared and cleaned an area of about 20 by 30 meters. While Ananda and Lenya were still returning and throwing more ribbons into the fire, I went with Sula to the two containers I had opened. We were both startled when larger birds fluttered towards us from the container. I stroked little Sula’s hair and pulled her close to me. We smiled at each other. In the tool container with camouflage paint, I saw what was there and Sula had to put it next to the container. I couldn’t move the big boxes, so I would need the forklift. But we were able to clear out the side boxes. Behind the boxes stood upright two wheelbarrows and two table carts with small wheels. We could use them well. And a big white tank, the shutter was secured, but I was hoping for diesel, and ... it was diesel! This was another good gift for us. I read 2000 litters on the closure. My forklift had food for a long time.

The four of us opened the larger boxes. Two cordless chainsaws, rotary hammers, hand circular saws, angle grinders and ... and ... and ... Whoever had ordered the goods had been a smart man and had planned for the camp in the long term. He got a lot of internal praise from me, which was of no use to him now, because he was certainly one of the five buried by the helicopter.