Chapter 7

The next days were very busy days for the girls. Tons of boxes were to be brought into the main house. Unfortunately, some girls had hastily untied the straps from other pallets, so that for many a transport with our large forklift was no longer an option. Cara and Luisa had to store the food. Today, for once, the secured gate remained completely open.

Babette and Olivia used the two buggies for transport. Zarina also carried goods with the handy cart; we found in the basement, to the palazzo, Ananda sometimes replaced her. Priya unloaded everything into the anteroom. I was delighted with the zeal of the girls; everyone understood that we could be happy to find these treasures here. Without these many things, life would have become much more difficult.

My task now was to open the two containers, where we did not yet know what was in them. In the first container, a list of contents fluttered towards me right away. It was written in German. On the next transport to the Palazzo, as I called our headquarters for the first time yesterday, I sent Esther with the list to Mrs. Liebknecht. She should translate the table of contents into English.

So, I left this container untouched for now. In the second container, a rough overview was glued to the front box: “2 boxes Electronics, 1 box washing machines and dryers, 1 box fridges, 1 box photo printing system, 1 box satellite receiver system including 8 receivers, 1 pallet books, booklets, brochures, paper, 1 pallet gifts and personal equipment, 2 boxes outdoor lamps...”

At the moment I only had use for the satellite system and for a washing machine in the main building, but we wanted to sift everything through. I drove out two big boxes with the forklift. There were four pallets behind it. Even at first glance I saw that the books were in the Russian language. Just as worthless as the money from the suitcases, I thought, but Lenya was pleased. The boxes were stacked on top of each other like pallets.

Promptly, the mishap happened to me that a box crashed while being taken down. Fortunately, there was no one in the container. I quickly drove back and jumped off the truck. A terrible pain hit me. I could no longer perform and moaned in pain. My right foot was certainly broken. I would rather not repeat the evil word that escaped me several times. Who should drive the forklift now? For me, it would take days, if not weeks, before I could get back on the forklift. I called Zarina to me, who was perhaps the only one who could get to the pedals. She looked uncertainly back and forth between the giant forklift and me.

“Please, try,” I begged her. Sula was already on the trestle, hefted the seat down and pushed it forward but she was still too small. The Chinese girl reached as far as the pedals. Zarina first tried it without a load. Several times she choked off the diesel engine, but finally she made a small turn. Then she could capture the pallet with books and set it down about ten meters further. There was some hesitation, but it succeeded. Sula always showed her which instruction I would give Zarina next. It was getting better and better and Zarina was beaming with joy for the first time. Lenya had brought me a camping chair so that I could sit and watch the work. Zarina practiced driving into an empty container and driving backwards out of it. Sula always pointed it out to her, since she was the only one who understood me correctly. It worked and with every minute Zarina became more confident.

Next, the Chinese was to drive a pallet with cans from the warehouse to the main house with our forklift. She looked at me uncertainly but tried. Even if the pallet crashed, there would not be much damage with cans of canned food. Already Zarina was travelling completely independently with the first pallet. This saved us a lot of trips with the buggies.

Esther was given the order to mark the pallets with food that Zarina could take to the headquarters as a whole. Our dear Hungarian checked carefully whether the tensioning straps were still stuck and the load was safely on the pallet. Although I praised Zarina several times, she looked at me uncertainly every time and backed away when I wanted to give her a compliment. What was still with her?

A few more unloading tomorrow, then the Chinese teen might even be able to unload further. I took the key that no one could use the forklift in my absence. With a little help, I was sitting on a buggy. Babette took me to the head office to our doctor. We didn’t have any equipment for X-rays, but with palpation and ultrasound, she found the fracture site, straightened the ankle area under my violent groans, and splinted everything together. My leg was fixed somewhat, and I was not allowed to work. For the first time, something was missing from our very good equipment, armrests or crutches, as we said at home. “Four Weeks of bed rest,” Ramona said. “Otherwise you might be a limping devil when we take off the rails.” Yes, it was serious, but I had so much planned for the next few days.

And then came: “That comes from when a 41-year-old man wants to impress little girls.” I was outraged by the mockery. But when I thought about it, I had to prove her right. If I had been alone, I would never have jumped. Yes, the girls already had something. More and more I had noticed in the last few days that each was unique in its kind. They were not objects of desire for horny billionaires and their companions, but small unique beings. Also, the way they reacted to my injury today, so compassionate, and helpful, that was unique for me. Really the best thing was how they coped with the separation from their families, the real hopelessness here in absolute seclusion for all of us in a “Now even more so, we live and fight.” transformed and internalised. I firmly decided to strengthen this positive attitude with a lot of praise and recognition, but also with interesting games and beautiful festivals. Again, my rule was: ‘You only live once, so enjoy life as good as possible.’

Fortunately, there were two wheelchairs in the infirmary, so I was able to transport myself to my office, the living room that was actually planned for ‘Rus’. What was actually in the big wall safe? I called Priya to me, who was glowing and sweating from the exhausting work of unloading and getting the goods into the anteroom. She had to wash and cool down first.

She was a gem, not only as a young, beautiful lady, but also as a person at all. She fulfilled every task conscientiously and always made sure that order was restored exactly after the work was done. She also tried to make progress in English. She studied the manuals of the devices, usually asked Ramona if she could not explain words to herself and sometimes drew Chinese characters next to them. But I had seen that she also used Latin letters. How was the Vietnamese language structured? I had no idea and no WIKI access. How much the Internet could have helped us in this stupid situation.

In the case of the safe with the six dials, I had already tried the date of birth of Rus, but neither forward nor backward a solution. Now I didn’t even get up to the opening mechanism. So, I explained to Priya what she should do. I showed her the 000001 and the 999999 on a piece of paper. She had understood at once. But it certainly took weeks before all possible combinations were tried out. She nodded and started to work standing on a chair. That’s the only way she reached the safe and had to stretch her a little more.

But we men are endowed by nature in a stupid way. I had to force myself to look away when her bottom and her slender legs developed into a supernatural magnet in front of my eyes. They stimulated sexual fantasies in me, although I cursed myself inwardly for it. It was a thirteen-year-old child, I told myself several times, but my mind saw her as an object of desire. It was difficult for me to concentrate on my papers.

Fortunately, Luisa called for lunch. Priya conscientiously noted how far she had come. She had already arrived at 001799 in a relatively short time. Hopefully the first digit was not a ‘9’.

My ‘favorite cook’ had made sandwiches that the majority of the girls in the container camp could eat. Babette brought them two large baskets of bread and some bottles of cold tea.

Back in the office, Priya wrote down two numbers for me with a question mark: 1 2 3 4 5 6 and 6 5 4 3 2 1. True, these were the basic settings for many code-protected PCs and mobile phones, maybe also for safes? The second attempt of Priya was successful, the vault door opened. It was almost two meters high and at least eighty centimetres deep, so it had to protrude into the neighbouring room, where I had not yet found access. Gratefully, I pressed my helper to me, as far as my wheelchair allowed.

The inventory would take several days. I doubted whether I would ever be able to assign everything or even judge it in terms of value. Priya always cleared out a compartment and carefully brought the contents to me.

Top left:

* Front: 2 leather folders with documents in Russian. + A case with 4 passports of a red-haired woman. Twice on Olena Kuklina (Moldova, EU-Cyprus) passports photo Kuklina on two other name countries: Colombia and South Africa

* Two passports - photo Rus on other name (Ferdinand Grant) - countries: Cyprus and South Africa

* 2 folders with stapled papers, mainly order lists for goods delivered here, including furniture, machinery, textiles and a lot more, signed with OK or with O. Kuklina.

So, she was the clever fairy who had given us the goods here. Inwardly I said, “Thank you, Olena.” She had ordered the goods far-reaching and for very long-term stay of Rus’ children, which certainly benefited us, should we not or never get away from here for the time being. As far as I understood, they had planned the goods for a very long time stay of the young girls and maybe their babies.

This was followed by a lot of valuables such as small gold bars, bags of diamonds, old gold coins, keys for bank lockers with access cards and passwords, several packages of dollars, euros, dirhams, Norwegian crowns, and English pounds packaging rolls or held together with rubber bands. Two loaded pistols were at hand at chest level in the centre compartment on the right. Below, four cassettes with cash, dollars, euros, pesos, and Cayman dollars. Two compartments were full of data carriers, hard drives, USB sticks, CD, and DVD as well as memory cards. There were six file folders with balance sheets and account overviews in the largest compartment at the bottom. Obviously, we were extremely rich, should we eventually get access to any of it. But in principle, all the stuff was worthless for us here in our isolation. We had to take care of our survival, which was well secured for the first year with the supplies delivered and the food from the village.

Since Rus had not found time to change the simple code, I now did this together with Priya. The description was stuck on the inside of the door. Someone in the valley besides me should know the code because I could have had a fatal accident once. So, we took Priya’s date of birth but reversed the respective number. So, from 04.01.2003 the code became 301040.

On the big PC of Rus there were two users, ‘AWBo’ and ‘Olku’, so it was Rus and his red-haired assistant or mistress or whatever. I had set up the guest access. Now I was able to try the access of Rus again. As an access feature, Rus had specified an 8+>. I guessed eight digits, that is, maybe his date of birth. But no matter what combinations I tried, nothing worked. Priya sat next to me and watched. She wrote down all the combinations we had tried. Fortunately, we had an unlimited number of attempts. 18031974

Since Priya points to the capital sign and wrote on AB180374, then Ab180374, Ab470381 and many more. No result. Then she suddenly wrote AW180374 and AW473081, so she used his middle name seen in his passport as it was fixed as the user. Already on the second attempt we were successful. Full of appreciation, I beamed at Priya. I wanted to give her a smack, but she took advantage of the situation. And just as her tongue was about to move between my lips, Ramona came in. She was more embarrassed than me. She hadn’t knocked. I called her and explained that Priya had just cracked the password of the Rus, and I would have gladly given her a kiss for it. The doctor looked at us uncertainly. Priya smiled a little sheepishly but she was proud of herself.

While I was checking the folders and directories, I asked Ramona if Esther could help us. She was quite savvy on the PC for her thirteen years. “What is it all about?” Ramona asked. She sulked a little that I trusted Esther with better PC-skills than she had. I was concerned about access to the ‘Olku’ user account. Immediately Ramona had the solution and I was amazed at how easy it was. As the main administrator, she deleted the password protection of the other user account and in no time, I could access Olena’s folders as Rus. But it would take weeks to sift through the interesting things first. A lot of documents were also written in Russian. And there were hundreds of emails on the PC. “How did they get it here without the Internet?” I wondered. While Priya went back to her work, Ramona checked the network. There was a WI-FI connection. She turned on the PC and there were 20 other users. We clicked through. Ramona’s PC was the first, followed by two users with no activity. Then there were live pictures from the way to the gate, so a web cam was installed somewhere. Likewise, the user ‘4’ showed pictures of the hall here in the building, user ‘5’ sent pictures from the terrace to the tennis court and user ‘6’ from the entrance to the guest house. The remaining 14 users were switched off, but had temps, i.e., saved images. And what I found there surprised both of us, pictures from the corridor of the inhabited part above. I saw when girls rushed to the stairs or went into the room. It was recorded only when the motion detector switched on the camera. Last night I saw Priya sneaking into Esther’s room. It was just after midnight. The next recording was from 1:14 a.m. when Priya went back to her room. Did the two have anything to do with each other? Were they talking physically at night? That’s what I had to observe. Ramona should keep it to herself that we could see the movements at night.

After Ramona had left the room, I looked at the memories of the other users. User ‘11’ was Esther’s room. I played back to midnight. Priya quickly came into the picture and scurried to Esther in bed. They kissed, but I couldn’t see the intimacy, because Priya’s head often obscured the camera access. After all, they just lay next to each other, kissed carefully, without apparently falling into lust. When Esther turned her back on her visitor to sleep, Priya withdrew.

It had become clear to me from the pictures that the girls had little opportunity to explore their sexuality here in the valley under these circumstances. They were also not allowed to organize pyjama parties. And Priya was already quite mature physically and was looking for opportunities to test out. That’s how I understood her attempt to kiss me. And I had also realized that she deliberately wanted to turn me on with her wobbling butt standing on the chair, or as you should call it with children.

The day passed with an attempt to recognize the system on Rus’ PC. However, what I found a little later were tons of porn pictures, especially many with children and also acts of violence against them. It was fucking inhumane. On the video page there were many videos about South America, especially about Peru and Colombia, mostly in English, some in Russian. I had to look at them once in good time. And then a folder XXX came again and it was even worse than in the pictures when you heard the sounds in the video when girls and even little boys were raped. I would never tolerate doing such a thing to children, I was completely sure of that. Even if we needed offspring here at some point, and the girls were available, so to speak, it should never be done against their will.

At least Rus had planned to father the teens with a lot of children, and the house was equipped for that too. But it was only an option for me if somebody wanted it herself. I briefly considered which girls had approached me sexually in their childish naivety and who had not. Relatively strong attempts: Sula, Babette, Priya, Lenya - Light attempts: Mayari, Kira, Esther, Cara - No attempts: Ananda, Isabella, Daja, Zarina, Fahsai. Of these, three girls, as far as I knew, were menstruating women, Zarina, Esther, and Ananda, according to our doctor further five girls could be in this state of development, Esther should find out. The other five were from this point of view still children, although in almost all of them their breasts start to grow and their bodies gradually became womanlier.

In any case, the doctor told me recently, a basic prerequisite had to be that the girls had to have had their period regularly for as long as possible, but minimum for a year, before pregnancy could even be taken into consideration. Until then, it would certainly be clear whether there would be a way out of the valley for us or not.

Then Ramona took Olivia to me. The girl was crying terribly. Ramona explained to me that Olivia’s pregnancy test had been positive. So, the maid had been impregnated during the rape, I immediately thought. We tried to comfort her, but we didn’t have any chance. The little Peruvian woman was physically paralysed, trembling all over her body, and complained of crying cramps in a language completely foreign to us.

I sent for Luisa, who had a good connection to Olivia, they both liked each other. Our cook talked to Olivia privately, later she led Olivia to Ramona and me. Eventually it came out that Rus had apparently taken a shine to Olivia, was always quite nice to her and gave her small gifts. Every time he was in the camp, Olivia had to visit him and he satisfied himself on her. And Olivia liked this special position after only a few days. Ramona had also noticed this but did not dare to tell me. That was also why she had carried out the test, already suspecting the pregnancy of the girl.

Olivia had refused to satisfy him orally at his last presence. She had to vomit from time to time and often felt badly, so she was probably already pregnant. Rus had beaten and yelled at her in the guesthouse. He eventually left her defenceless. The three men, who were just in the guesthouse, took advantage of this maliciously and took care of the young woman in the worst way.

While Olivia was still screaming that she didn’t want the child, I had Ramona look for the package with $100,000, which still had to be behind a curtain. I gave it to Olivia and said with calm words that this and much more would once belong to her child if she gave birth to it healthy. Her child would be the heir of Rus, maybe the only heir. With sobs, she looked at the money, then at me, again at the money. At first, she shook her head, but Luisa told her that it was more money than her whole village had ever earned in a hundred years. I pulled Olivia to me, pulled her on my lap and stroked her. “Everything will be fine.” I whispered to her. “Todo será para bien. Dios la quiera.” I said in Spanish. Luisa looked at me in amazement. That I knew some phrases in Spanish, she did not know yet. She whispered to our doctor and resolutely went along with Ramona, while Olivia lingered a little longer in my arms. Obviously, the little Peruvian enjoyed the loving contact.

Shortly after Luisa came in, literally tore Olivia from me, fell around my neck and said that she was also pregnant. She showed me the fresh test. I kissed my Luisa intimately, stroked her back and praised her with the same Spanish words as Olivia. The crying girl wanted to withdraw, but we pulled her to us. Luisa told her that they would go the way of pregnancy together and she was happy that she could help Olivia. We all had tears in our eyes. I was very happy. My first child from my first solid partnership in my life, it would be gorgeous. Again, I kissed Luisa, and also pressed Olivia tightly to us.

And Olivia seemed to be happy with us, and maybe now a little more about her own pregnancy. I took the package of money, wrote Olivia on it in large size with a marker and stowed it in the desk drawer. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and asked her to look at the curtain again. She found the second package of dollars, which I threw away in anger. I wrote Luisa on the package and kissed my partner. She looked at me with grateful eyes. Somehow a touch of happiness moved through our room, and that didn’t just come from the amount of money. There was suddenly more hope and perspective for us.

Unfortunately, I could not get up, although the pregnancies had to be celebrated. After dinner in the great hall, I first called Luisa to me, gave her a gold chain from the vault. Priya had picked out a particularly chic romper from a cardboard box. I handed it to Luisa, hinted to the girls at the table a big belly at Luisa and kissed her. The girls clapped almost enthusiastically. Then it became more serious for me, but everyone should find out. I also gave Olivia a gold chain, gave her a romper, indicated a big belly, and kissed her on the forehead.

The girls looked confused their eyes seemed to ask if I had impregnated her too. Well prepared, I pulled out the passport of Rus, said “Dad” in the four languages where I knew it, pointed to her stomach again and said that dad was dead. I think everyone understood the most important thing. Olivia was carrying another man’s child under her heart. And she bravely took it with a little sobbing. I nodded to Ramona and we clapped together. All the girls were relieved. Isabella ran to Olivia and asked her out in Spanish. Also, Sula, Priya, and Lenya tried to talk to Olivia in English, but the right words were missing on both sides. Everyone squeezed the future mother and wished her happiness.

It was a beautiful moment and a sign that there was a future for all of us. The girls had a little fun with the new kind of music that Priya recorded today. Two of them were playing catch-up games, which others were imitating. Esther showed a game with a wide elastic band, where the girls conjured up different new figures from different finger postures. In the corner, Sula and Babette were hopping. It was a thoroughly good atmosphere. When I whistled, in turn, all the girls came to me to say, “Good night!” Zarina also gave me her hand as a matter of course. I praised her for driving the forklift. She smiled at me kindly. Maybe now she had understood what had happened to Olivia and I was not responsible for it. Olivia received the honour of giving the girls in the room the goodnight kiss. She proudly followed the girls.

Indignant, she came to me later, because Priya had tried to kiss her with tongue. I reassured her. “They are children and they want to try themselves. Don’t worry.” And Olivia had understood my English. We also made progress there. And she smiled calmly when I gently kissed her on the mouth, just touching her lips so lightly, but she seemed to like it.

A new phase had begun in the valley of our captivity. We were no longer without hope. The cohabitation worked very well contrary to my first expectations. The girls had not only come to terms with their fate, but they also helped shape our future. I even had the impression that almost everyone gave more than one could expect from her. We, Ramona, and I, had come to an agreement to stay here maybe until the end of our lives. At the moment, life was hard, but also full of content. Despite the many tasks that were necessary on a daily basis, it was fun to see certain developments. And we were not driven by others but liked to work for our own and our common future. All the girls moved along tremendously. Only the village worried me, as the people could no longer withstand the stresses of agriculture and cattle breeding for many years. But my four chosen helpers were already doing a very good job there.