Chapter 8 - August 2018

The last month of the Andean winter had begun. It was still quite cool in the early morning, but the sun would soon grant us a beautiful day. The winter, which had been so harsh this year, was on its last legs. It smelled like spring; the first shoots were appearing everywhere. A soft green gave our valley a natural dignity, framing the increasing songs of the mating birds. I breathed in the refreshing air deeply. Here, in such a dreamlike setting, many people would love to spend their holidays. We had this gift of nature every day, enjoyed it far too little. At that moment, I resolved to motivate the young mothers more to go for long walks with their children or to meet for a picnic in the green. They often used the palace garden, but our valley had much more to offer.

First of August was the first day off for me in weeks. Yesterday, Lenya had told me that she would be able to teach the pupils mathematics again. Her son was already five weeks old. Lenya had recovered well from the delivery and had also overcome her brief depression. Gratefully, I had taken the young mummy in my arms, kissed her and thanked her for the wonderful gift of a child. “You should be so proud, my darling. You had the most difficult birth so far, you were totally exhausted, but now you are beaming with joy again. It wasn’t your fault that it was so hard. Nature has its own laws.” The young mother hugged me tighter. My words had noticeably done her good.

Carmen, together with Florence, looked after the small children in the wonderfully heated cinema room. In the neighbouring room, in the so-called dungeon, Babette had installed a toilet and a shower with my help, two washbasins and a hand shower. A hemp mat woven in the village lay over the already existing floor inlet. We proudly called the dungeon Winter Bath from now on, because it was warm and clean, the walls freshly painted by Ananda and Daja. In addition, Priya had installed two ceiling lights. The only thing missing was daylight, but every day, the assigned caregivers went out to the terrace with the children for one or two hours, weather permitting. They usually took advantage of a break in class so that many mothers could help. Fortunately, we only had one class. It was easy to improvise.

Well, and to be honest, the shower room wasn’t just for the toddlers. The bathroom gave us the opportunity to shower after making love together in the warm cinema room or to use the toilet during our stay. It was a great benefit for all of us. In addition, there was a completely new sensation for body and mind, and not only for me. Gradually, showering together after sex had developed into a new kind of ceremony, an after-play of a special kind, which brought my partner close to a renewed climax almost every time, sometimes to full enjoyment, while I was only rarely in a position for another lovemaking act, but it brought me so much pleasure, so much additional energy and intimate soul connection especially with the young women, incredibly beautiful to experience their devotion, their enjoyment in the process.

Speaking of hemp mats, I would have to say something about the use of hemp in the village. I had noticed mats made of natural fibres in front of every hut and in the entrance area, was pleased how easy they were to keep clean, often they were hung up to dry, but did not know that they were made of hemp. Olivia enlightened me with the help of Leonie.

The plant has so far been grown from seed every two years by Leonie and cultivated along a mountainside with the best sunlight. It grew incredibly fast there. The stalks were ready for harvesting after only three months; Leonie left only a few flowering plants to produce new seeds from them. The harvested plants were used to produce fibres that were spun into strong yarns. Then I learned another secret. Nuria had a large basket full of hemp flowers and tender leaves brought to her before the stalks were harvested. It was whispered in the village that she used it to strengthen her memory, but she had also been known to be in a trance. I had no experience with cannabis. But if it did Nuria good, I wanted to try it sometime, at least that’s what I had resolved to do.

The day off came in handy for me to finally explore where my mobile phone got its information about the weather and temperature here in the valley. I suspected that the solution could be found in the room with the camera surveillance. I had indeed had the cameras in the girls’ rooms dismantled, but other cameras were still working, as I could see when I switched on the computer and the monitor. Yes, the security guards had been very confident, had pinned the access code to the PC on a cork wall. Who could also expect a helicopter crash?

With some effort, I managed to arrange the images of all six cams on the monitor in two rows of three. Curious, I watched the lessons in the large hall from two different directions. I could even switch on the sound for one user at a time. Somehow there was unrest there. No one was sitting in their seats, the students were fiddling with some objects, but that was for the English teacher Ramona to sort out herself.

Almost nothing was visible in the picture of the security gate to the guest house. Camera 4 definitely needed to be cleaned. Similarly, the transmission from camera 5 was blurred and only pointed at the floor of our terrace instead of capturing the view across the garden to the tennis court as seen when it was discovered almost two years ago. In contrast, camera 3, monitoring from the palace entrance to the gate, worked perfectly, although here too cleaning could certainly improve the quality.

Of course, as a person who is not exactly computer-savvy, I had no idea whether an autonomous WLAN system was installed or whether the system worked exclusively with a strong Blue tooth system up to maximum range. The important thing was that it worked.

When I tested my mobile phone, I found my device was paired via Blue tooth with ‘admin’, who and where that was anyway. At first, I wanted to disconnect, fortunately I thought longer and in doing so I realised that I would then lose the information regarding the current weather. The administrator’s PC was most likely here in the room. But how the administrator had managed to pair my mobile phone remained a mystery to me.

When I activated user ‘2’, I got a pleasant surprise. From our roof, a camera panned across the valley, captured the access road to the container warehouse and panned across the village and the helicopter crash site to the access road from the direction of Tiso Canyon. The linked weather station simultaneously transmitted the current weather data. One could stop the camera movement and fix it on a certain direction. The best thing was that you could also zoom the view. Of course, the camera also had to be cleaned, but already gave me special impressions and views of the surroundings.

Just as I was about to check the memory system, a spectacle began in the hall. There was drumming, other objects were banging on each other, the students were making a hell of a noise. Startled, I ran towards the hall, unclear what was going on. The door to the study was yanked open and a troop of cheerful girls poured towards me. They were yelling something about two years and happiness. Ramona spoke in a sonorous voice, “Michael, it is now 10.40 am. At this exact time two years ago, our thirteen dear girls came to us by bus, made our lives so perfectly beautiful. We wanted to thank you for the two most beautiful years in our lives.”

Everyone burst into cheers, making a lot of noise with their objects and drums. I looked from one to the other in disbelief. It was true, two years ago today the isolation had started, but did everyone in the camp feel it was the best years of their lives? I saw only bright eyes and joyful faces. At that moment I realised again that it was these women in front of me who had ensured how wonderful my life was and how great our life together had developed. With joy I would have given them all a dear kiss, but I was led by the hands of two ladies into the great hall. Luisa received me with a smile, handed me a glass of sparkling wine called Krimskoye Cuvée and said mockingly, “Today you are celebrating with your girls, but the day after tomorrow is the second anniversary of our love. Please, you only have time for me then.”

Again, I felt a little ashamed of my action almost two years ago, taking her without her consent. It was not a seduction, almost a rape, but she had confessed to me later, as was immediately clear to her at that time, I was her last chance to win a man for herself. She would have been extremely happy to take that opportunity at the time. My kiss confirming our night of love agreed for the following Friday produced murmurs, softly at first, then stronger. I looked around for help, thought about it for a moment, and my loved ones came storming over me, wanting to be kissed and hugged. I found loving words for each woman, words I hoped were appropriate. I stroked the arches of the four pregnant girls with pleasure. We joked about it and the mood got better and better.

When the girls sang our hymn ‘In the Valley of the Andes’, there was no crying. I saw only happy, satisfied faces. Priya then had a surprise in store. “Because you liked my film for the first anniversary so much, I’m inviting you to a film evening today on ‘Two years in paradise - a wonderful time’. The video lasts longer than an hour, but sorry, I had to leave out a lot. Are you looking forward to it?”

A storm of enthusiasm arose. We were all looking forward to the evening. Priya got an extra kiss from me. Soon everyone followed and celebrated our movie maker. In no time, the big table was set. Luisa had again prepared a particularly tasty stew but emphasised that Cara had done the main part. Bean stew with goose meat, well, it wasn’t my taste, but everyone praised Cara for her cooking.

Ramona’s following biology lesson could not start until an hour later. The babies demanded their rights, had to be looked after and fed. In general, the small children played the leading role in the lives of the nine young mothers, some of them almost girlish, but so fantastically in love with their children, so concerned and caring for their little darlings. I took the time today to sit with each breastfeeding or bottle-feeding woman, praising her babies. Yes, they were my children too. Sometimes I couldn’t believe how I; a grumpy old man could be the father of such wonderful creatures. But every caress, every kind word to the little ones delighted their mothers and they showed it to me with loving, grateful looks. I was especially happy to see how tenderly the five nursing mothers handled their babies. It was an impressive feast for my eyes, a revival for my soul.

Lenya took over the care of the babies while they slept that day. It was agreed that whoever looked after the babies after noon would later receive a summary of the subject matter from the teacher who was teaching, which this day was Ramona. I lingered briefly with my dear Russian, but actually I wanted to be much further along in my exploration of the monitoring system. I hurried through the large hall to my study, saw the huge room, ten metres long, and was suddenly taken aback. The neighbouring room was much smaller, certainly less than seven metres long. Was there a secret hiding there? I examined the front of the room. There had to be another room here, right? I didn’t find an entrance, but I did find a duct embedded in the floor with power and data lines that disappeared into the wall. There had to be another room behind it, but how did one get there?

I went around the outside of the house, but the outer walls showed no means of access, everything was smoothly plastered and evenly painted. It was like the first year when we didn’t find the missing cellars until we discovered the well-camouflaged secret door and later the bodies of the site manager and the architect. There had to be something like that here too. I tapped the walls piece by piece. Nothing. The knocking sounds were all the same. So, the entrance had to be from my study, but there was no door there either, although I had cleared the back of the wall of furniture. The walls were panelled with oak, all anchored together, no crack or crevice to be spied or felt. I gave up in despair, planning further investigation for the next few days, of course.

The film evening was terrific. Priya had a good sense to stage each image, each short clip well, to accompany everything with pleasant music. A year ago, the last scene starred the four newborn babies. This time it was the four pregnant young women and the ten newborn babies. I particularly liked the pride with which Kira, Sula, and Fahsai presented their baby bumps. Only Daja’s belly showed almost no bulge, she was at the beginning of her fifth month, but she showed the most beautiful smile full of grace and her own elegance.

The montage of pictures and video sequences clearly showed how the angelic faces of the former child models had changed into more pronounced adolescent profiles in the two years we had lived together. The chastity and the expectant, sometimes fearful little girl looks had given way to appropriate self-confidence. I was particularly struck by this miracle of nature in Priya’s video. How quickly the children fatefully entrusted to us had developed into young adults who increasingly understood how to present themselves physically as well, to use their sex appeal, but at the same time carefully fulfilled their tasks and duties. At the beginning of last year, I had not thought it possible that these sweet creatures were already capable of carrying children and caring for their babies responsibly. All nine young mothers had proved me wrong, being so caring to their children, giving all their love to their offspring at every opportunity. But the best thing of all was how the new children developed. Our doctor noted at every check-up, all the children were at a percentile of 90 or 100 in both height and weight. Percentile 90 means that ninety percent of all children of a comparable age are smaller or weigh less. Only the three children of the Indian women differed somewhat: Leonie’s Wayna was 75, Florence’s twin children were about 60, although they were already taller than their average age mates in Europe.

Priya wanted to take advantage of her high status in the team. With flashing eyes, slightly mischievous, she stood in front of me smiling, first searching for words and then began awkwardly, “Michael, I’m glad how much you liked my film. Do I have a wish?” – “Yes, Priya, it depends on the wish. But I am infinitely grateful to you for a wonderful evening. You did a great job.”

“I understand you rescheduled your meeting with Olivia for tomorrow. Today you wanted to be with all the women.” – “Yes, and?” – “Olivia has agreed to ask you if I can be there tomorrow when you make love in room 13.”

“Priya, no, I don’t want that. Olivia is pregnant and wanted to be alone with me again. With two women, I don’t want it. No, Priya, absolutely not, please understand me.” My refusal was clear, but to be honest, I was briefly tempted by the idea of spending a night of love with these two teenagers, to find out how the ladies behaved in their games with each other, what role they had intended for me. While I was telling the story to Luisa and Ramona, Priya tried to get support from her friends.

When the music in the hall stopped and a bunch of girls stood in front of me trying to persuade me to spend a night together with Priya and Olivia, the matter was too much for me. However, before I could lash out, Ramona spoke up, “Guys, this is Michael’s and Olivia’s business alone. If they both want it, it’s okay, if not, end of debate. But I have to say one thing,” she left an artificial pause in her sentence, “I don’t know any man who would ever have refused such an offer. Michael, take your time, think it over until tomorrow. I’d like it if you slept with two women at the same time once in a while. Then we’d all get something out of it, at least we’d have sex with you more often.”

Taking a deep breath, struggling to control myself, I turned around on the spot, ran to the terrace to sort out my thoughts over a cigarette. The idea was tempting, but, no, for me it was a wrong sign for my dear women. As well as, my manhood wasn’t enough for two, I was sure of that. Besides, Olivia was pregnant, nothing could happen, but Priya had to use contraception. Her son was already more than four months old. According to our doctor, most women were already fertile again three months after giving birth. There was no way that could happen with Priya.

The hall was almost deserted. Most of the young mothers were in their rooms, taking care of their children, only Priya was waiting for my decision together with her friend Olivia. “Well, have you changed your mind?” asked Ramona.

I looked resolutely at the two young ladies. “My love night is with Olivia. If you both want it, Priya may attend our meeting, but I will not have sex with her. Is that clear,” I asked a little louder, almost unkindly, to conceal my uncertainty.

Priya fell around my neck; Olivia also pressed her body against me. The two of them were obviously happy about my decision. Both received a small a slap on their firm buttocks. “Off you go, home. Your children need you.” Turning around several times, giggling, full of expectations, they whizzed off.

“This is going to be fun,” I said to Luisa and Ramona. They just laughed, made silly remarks like “Enjoy it, but don’t practice.” or “Soon we’ll have excesses like group sex or bi-parties,” but it wasn’t meant badly. Each got her goodnight kiss. In bed, I had to smile. How cleverly the women had set this up again, clever, but motivating me inside, convincing me in the end.

The next day I almost despaired. It was perfectly clear to me that there was a secret room next to my study, but I couldn’t find access. I tried the drill in two places, but after drilling about two centimetres, the drill glowed out. The same happened when I tried to drill a hole from the surveillance room. The walls were reinforced, and judging by the few drill chips, the bottom layer was made of steel.

When Luisa gonged for lunch, I gave up my search. Around 2, I had to teach physics, which was more important. I was prepared for the conversion of energy and the law of conservation of energy. The students were engaged in the task. At the end of the ninety minutes, the girls were eager to invent a perpetual motion machine. But as everyone knows, there is no way, but many interesting ideas were born, also some complete nonsense ones, however, we had immense fun.

Mayari had urged me to join the football training so that at least five against five could play. The four pregnant students and Lenya couldn’t play, but Olivia, three months pregnant, ran around the pitch like mad. I enjoyed playing with my team. After a short while, my team mates understood how to use me as a goalkeeper like a relay station. Again and again, I received the ball and always distributed it in such a way that Mayari had no chance to get into the game. The Brazilian football miracle almost despaired and we were delighted with a 5:2 victory. Zarina scored three goals and we celebrated her accordingly. But Mayari had also given my team the four better players.

“Next time we will choose the team-mates in turns. The teams today were unfairly distributed.” Mayari was out of breath and couldn’t quite accept defeat. “You did well, Maya. Our players were quick to break free and play off. You don’t have to win every time. So other girls had fun and like to play again.”

Mayari laughed at me. “You’re right, but I’d rather win.” We winners got a friendly hug from her.

After dinner I sent Priya and Olivia ahead to room ‘13’. Luisa needed help in the kitchen. The supply line to the big dishwasher was blocked. The filter was quickly cleaned, but Luisa didn’t want to let me go so easily. I gladly exchanged a few caresses with her. Although she was only four months pregnant, she put my hand on her womb, hoping for a special gesture or kind words. I was happy to take time for that, as I still didn’t know how I was going to do it with the two girlfriends in bed this night.

Standing in front of the door to the ‘love nest’ almost an hour late, I heard interesting sounds. Immediately I was turned on by the young women enjoying their lovemaking behind the door. When I knocked, two voices said almost simultaneously, “Come in!” Two pairs of eyes looked at me expectantly. They had deliberately not covered their uniquely beautiful youthful bodies; only Olivia had covered her shame, which I knew so well, at the first moment. Priya gurgled with laughter and pulled her friend’s hands to her small breasts. The young Vietnamese woman was still breastfeeding her twins but had a petite youthful bosom. Only her nipples were oversized, and as I noticed shortly afterwards, also unfortunately a little sore from sucking milk by her babies. Olivia, on the other hand, in contrast to her slender figure, had really buxom breasts since her first pregnancy. She was hopeful, nearly four months pregnant. Our child together would certainly not have to suffer any hardship.

Slightly unsteadily, I sat down on the edge of the double bed. Priya acted confidently, stroking my hair, wet from the shower, stroking my back, and fidgeting with my silk shirt, extra freshly dressed. They both quickly grabbed hold of it. In no time I was lying on my back across the bed. Olivia lovingly and emphatically slowly undid my shirt buttons while Priya was already fiddling with my belt. Her hand felt my growing arousal, especially as the young Peruvian woman kissed every newly exposed part of my breast. I let Priya expose my body without resistance, pulled Olivia to me and kissed my partner, first tenderly, then more and more wildly. I flinched as if electrified. The crown of my sceptre was touched sweetly and lambently. A pair of lips tenderly enclosed my glans, a sucking mouth made my manhood swell further. My bodily functions stopped for a moment, my breathing stopped, my tongue failed to do its job.

Olivia withdrew from my mouth, only looking at me questioningly when I was finally able to gasp for air again, until she noticed how her friend was doing her a special labour of love, arousing me to the utmost. Smiling, she looked at Priya, whose mouth knew only one goal, to stimulate me to wild deeds. For me there was only one thing left, the quickest possible release of my lust, my incited desire.

With both hands I asked Olivia to sit on me. After a few seconds, I was bedded inside her. Her velvety vagina enclosed my love quill. Briefly she jerked herself into place.

With a seductive touch of her pussy along my erection, my partner kissed me. Our lips played with each other, the tips of our tongues touched tenderly, then we kissed passionately. Olivia’s hand reached down and fixed my shaft, stroking slowly and increasing the arousal in me. I clasped her beautiful bottom, a beautiful mound of pleasure in each hand. Filling her was so arousing. Feeling my erection boring deeper into her with each movement was so overwhelming. To feel myself completely buried inside her, so warm, so tightly enclosed, was a gigantic feeling.

Obviously hot and wet from the previous lovemaking with her friend, Olivia immediately rushed to her climax. Her bouncing became faster and faster. My hands, gripping her buttocks tightly, tried to control her powerful movements somewhat, but my rider needed no support. She fucked me with all her might, my cock thick and aching, penetrating her velvet pussy again and again. Olivia rode me, thrusting her womb against me. Her pelvis kept thrusting out and her legs almost cramped.

My mouth caressed her bouncing breasts, my teeth teased her nipples, my fingers stroked her bottom and back. Her breath passed into a loud moan. Then, with a wild sigh of pleasure, my rider cried out, “I’m coming,” her pussy tightening. A wild cry of pleasure rang out, Olivia was at the end of her effort. I felt a strong vibration of her thighs. Her vaginal muscles worked uncontrollably on my sperm donor, but there was no release for my urges.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, I pulled Olivia next to me, laying her over a hastily rolled up pillow. I knew only one thing, the completion of my lust. I thrust violently into my beloved from behind, no longer in control. Nevertheless, I noticed how tender fingers stimulated her love nodule even more. Priya helped her friend to another climax before I poured myself into Olivia. It was a wonderful orgasm. Panting hard, I spurted my seed into the pregnant Peruvian’s womb. Priya giggled sheepishly. Her face was red, excited from watching and full of joy at the experience we had given Olivia together.

During our act, we had almost forgotten about Priya’s presence, even though she had last actively participated. Expectantly she lay beside me, on the other side Olivia snuggled up to me. “Thank you, Priya, for your help.” My left arm pulled her tightly against me, our lips meeting. Carefully, I pushed Olivia’s head towards her friend.

Right before my eyes, I wanted to see her kiss. At first inhibited, almost shy, their lips met, but the Vietnamese wanted more, pulled her beloved closer and caressed her mouth. For the first time I saw an intimate kiss between two women, and right before my eyes. I felt as if I could sense her warm breath. Olivia’s eyes looked at me, received my smile and my nod, enjoyed my full consent and from then on kissed her friend without any inhibition. My fingers patted her back, moved to her sweet buttocks, tried to stimulate the women further.

My arousal rose. The not-so-quickly-expected renewed erection gratefully stretched upwards as one hand of each of the young ladies visited it, tenderly groping as if they were feeling my member for the first time. Olivia couldn’t help giggling, Priya followed. There I was kissing them in turn, at first like their big brother, but soon my mouth was showing my greed. I didn’t quite know how to continue our game, was awkward pleasuring myself with two women at once. Priya took charge, simply directing Olivia astride me, helping her flange and squatting over my knees. Face to face, the younger woman ensnared her playmate. Priya’s mouth covered Olivia’s face with kisses and tongues, nibbled at her earlobes and caressed her neck.

Almost motionless, she and I enjoyed the caresses of her partner until I suddenly felt the sheath enclosing my shaft begin to pulsate, soon literally twitching. When my fingers wanted to visit Olivia’s clit, I noticed how active Priya’s fingers were there. I was left with only breasts, but what does that mean, ‘breasts only’. It was a delight for me to caress with my fingers her pronounced teats, which would soon be the source of nourishment for a child again.

With a jerk, I withdrew Olivia from her friend, turning her head to me, and kissed her furiously. Priya took the opportunity and went on a dive to pamper the clitoris with her mouth and tongue. My playmate suddenly froze, her vaginal muscles quivered with pleasure, a wild scream was followed by gurgling sounds, saliva flowed uncontrollably from her mouth. I had never experienced such an orgasm without any hip movement. It took time for Olivia to regain consciousness. Priya cleaned the drool on her chin and chest with her mouth and tried an intimate kiss, but Olivia turned her head to me and kissed me tenderly with just her lips. I gladly pulled Priya to me and thanked her with a similar kiss for her help with what I had just experienced.

The three of us cuddled together on the bed, Priya pulled a sheet over us. From then on, I knew nothing more, had fallen into a wonderful deep sleep.

Early in the morning I had the urgent need to go to the bathroom. Priya was awake and caught up on some wild kisses with me, directing my hands to all the places where she wanted to be caressed and fondled. As her hand was about to stimulate me to new deeds, Olivia awoke. She thanked us both for the feast of love we had experienced. In the shower we had a great time, caressing each other as we washed. How lucky was I? Two teenagers with wonderful bodies allowed me every touch and wild kisses in whatever places I wanted, but not forgetting themselves. Olivia also wanted to give her partner an orgasm. When I refused my taut member for this, I helped with massages and tongue play, while Olivia worked on the woman sitting wide legged on the shower stool with her fingers and mouth until the wild lust also discharged uninhibitedly in our Vietnamese woman. What an incredible experience!

The next few days were very busy for me: repairs in the village and the casa, cleaning and aligning the surveillance cameras, teaching physics twice, checking the storage and care of our weapons, inspecting the three generators and the water tanks, test-running emergency power and - and – and ... In addition, I enjoyed the regular meetings with my wives according to Esther’s plan. Much of it was exhausting, but all of it was very beautiful. My life was full, I really didn’t need more. Only the secret room gave me no peace. Every evening I tried to find a way in, but unfortunately without success.

On the second Saturday we went again with our car to further clear the road. Zarina sat next to me and took over the wheel after one kilometre, Babette and Mayari accompanied us. But the conversation on this short stretch of road was quite intense. Zarina asked me for a new partnership, she wanted a second child, so to speak. The more I argued against it, the more demanding our dear Chinese woman became. “Michael, listen. I did well with the first birth. My daughter Jinjin is my only joy. In the six months since the birth, I feel more and more every day the desire for a second child. Please, Michael, it will be good. You won’t regret it and you’ll give me a lot of joy in life.”