IV I Become a Woman

Summer was coming to an end and there was talk of us returning to the Viking land. There was also talk among the Rus women of the end of Summer celebration. One of them would be chosen by lot to be honored along with the Jarl’s wife.

Two poles had been erected by a former expedition and it was said that when the shadow of the eastern pole was on the western pole at sun rise, that day was the end of summer. On that day all of the Rus women except the Jarl’s wife tossed the bones to see who the gods would choose to be honored that night. This was a very coveted honor and there were many incantations to try to persuade the gods to make the bones fall in their favor. Katche even asked me to participate in her plea to one god after another to help make the bones fall in her favor. It must have helped because she stayed in the tossing until there were only four left to toss the bones. However, she lost in that round.

Katche was very disappointed but she hugged me anyway and said we would hold each other during the ceremony. That night when the horn sounded the Rus woman who was to be honored was led by her husband to the Jarl’s palette. While the Jarl undressed his wife the honored woman’s husband undressed her. Their slaves brought the two naked women beer to drink. When they had drunk their beer they lay back and opened themselves.

The Jarl fucked the honored woman and the honored woman’s husband fucked the Jarl’s wife. As soon as this fuck was completed the women drank some more beer and were fucked by a new Rus who stepped between the women’s parted legs. This continued as each Rus stepped into position.

Before my master Bard went to take his turn, Katche and I shared in preparing his member. We licked it and took turns taking it into our throats. She begged him to come back able to fuck her. He said he would. He was far enough down the line that both of the women were begging for more fucking even while they were being fucked.

When he returned Katche cleaned his member by licking it. She then invited me to administer to his limp member. While I did she kissed him and soon his member was growing to its magnificence. When it would go down my throat, Katche moved me aside and stood over him as she prepared to lower herself onto him. She was so in need that her fluid ran from her woman’s wound down her legs. Her fluids ran down over his member as it disappeared into her.

I felt of myself and realized I was nearly as wet. Katche stopped fucking and asked, “Are you wet?” I responded that I was and she said, “Let Bard drink from you.” Not understanding I asked what she meant. She said, “Put you woman’s wound at his mouth and let him drink.”

I had not seen this before but when I glanced around I saw several slaves quenching their master’s thirst with their woman’s wound. I climbed up on the palette, stood over my master’s face and lowered myself to his mouth. The sensation of his tongue lapping at my slit was the best feeling I had had in my young life. I was facing Katche and she gathered me into her arms. She began kissing me and she swept my mouth with her tongue. She pulled back and asked, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Bard and I could touch tongues through you?”

With her arms wrapped around me she began bouncing both of us, driving his member into her and his tongue into me. The feeling was wonderful but I knew that the day that I was fucked for the first time would be better. I hoped that day would be soon. I wondered when Frye would open my wound and make me bleed. I called out a prayer for Frye to visit me.

A few days later the final trading session with the Bulgars took place. As was usual most of the female slaves were told to sit about in the great house naked. Before the Bulgars entered the Jarl said that whatever we did to distract them from their trading would be rewarded. There were six Rus fucking their slave wives as well as the rest of us slave girls. I watched the fucking and I fingered myself. I also licked my fingers as I had done before.

The Bulgars demanded slave women in trade for their furs. The Jarl refused. There was a party of six Bulgars who were having trouble keeping their minds on trading but their leader demanded slave women. The Jarl told them to go and take their worthless furs. He called for his slave girl to bring in beer which she did. When each of the Bulgars was served he invited his slave girl under his robe to suck on his member. The Bulgars were very agitated but their leader continued to demand slave women. The Jurl pulled his robe aside to expose his slave girl sucking on his member.

The Bulgar leader stood. He looked directly at me and demanded me in exchange for all the furs. The Jarl said, “No but I will give you one slave woman but I cannot give you a young girl who is not even a woman yet.”

“Let me see the one you would give,” the Bulgar leader insisted.

The Jarl called forward the three oldest unmarried slave women. Two of them were too old to have children. He then said, “I will let you take your pick.”

The Bulgar said, “These are old women. You must give us two of these old women.”

The Jarl said, “It is agreed,” and he instructed the youngest of the three slave women to return to where she was sitting before. The Bulgar started to protest but the Jarl said, “I respect you for getting the best of me. I had intended to give you only on slave woman but you got two.”

As the Bulgars left with their slave women, one of my fellow slave girls said, “I wonder if the Bulgar are as bad at fucking as they are at bargaining. I think we are fortunate to remain with the Rus.”

That night Katche and I were again given new gold neck chains. Bard held me tight to him as he swept my mouth with his tongue. Still holding me he called out loudly a prayer to Frye to hurry her visit.

The next day when the Jarl announced that in two days we would be leaving, I noted a drop of red blood on my ankle. I put my fingers to my slit. It felt dry. I opened myself enough to put a finger in. There was more moisture within. I brought my hand up into my view. There was no hint of anything on my fingers. I squatted down and touched the blood on my ankle. It was fresh and had not yet dried. I again felt of my slit. I was anxious to know if Frye had visited me. I now felt much more moisture and when I brought my hand into view there was fresh red blood.

I stood and looked about. Everyone was doing what was expected of them. My mistress Katche was not in sight but I saw my mother not ten steps away. I went to her and as we greeted each other I held my hand up to her. She knew what it meant. She took me into her arms and welcomed me into womanhood. “Go to your mistress. She must know.”

I found Katche in our great house. When I told her she had me lay on our pallet. She examined my slit and said, “Frye has been kind to you. She has been gentle in bringing you to womanhood. She must love you as I love you. We will begin counting the days but we will not tell Bard until we are absolutely sure Frye is not just playing with you.”

Seven nights later we had started our trip home to the land of the Rus and were camped along the shore of the river. It had been a warm day and now, with the sun to the west there was just the hint of a cooling breeze. I could hardly contain my excitement. This night I would be taken as a woman first by my master and then, out of respect for my master, by his inferiors. My mother, my mistress, and several others told me how wonderful it would be. If I had not had their encouragement I might have some fear about what was to happen to me.

Katche spoke to me lovingly as she took my two gold neck chains and placed them around her own neck. She then placed a crown of flowers on my head. She took time to weave the stems into my blond hair. “We do not want it falling out,” she explained. “You are so lucky,” she went on, “because of your efforts at distracting the Bulgars, Bard has moved up in rank. There are thirteen who will line up to fuck you. When you are offered beer, drink it but don’t drink it all, just enough to quench your thirst.