It was a sunny spring day...
Hedviga was a stunning, young blonde. She always carried herself proudly and with a 'noble' demeanor. She was, after all, the daughter of the chieftains' sister..
She had inherited her looks from her mother. Long blonde hair that she always wore in several intricate braids. A large bust, for her age. Judging from her mothers huge breasts, Hedvigas wouldn't stop growing anytime soon. But for now they still defied gravity a little, although she'd sometimes topple things over from shelves or tables when she turned around too hastily. Hedvigas mother, Frida, was the envy of all women in the village. Her breasts were clearly gifts from the gods. Even though Frida often tried to cover them in woolen or linen cloths tightly wrapped around her chest, they were impossible to hide.
Hedviga also admired her mothers impressive curves and was happy to imagine that she one day would look the same. Although Frida often complained about how heavy they were and that Hedviga was lucky to not have them as sizable as hers, Hedviga still was wishing for them. Hedviga had never asked her mother, but if her breasts were as sensitive as Hedvigas, she must walk around and feel very pleasured all day long.
Hedvigas breasts were VERY sensitive. It happened once in a while that she had made herself cum by just stroking over them, and pinching her nipples. She didn't even have to rub her little pink pea down there.
This sensitivity made it hard for Hedviga to run. Well, she could run for a little bit, but her breasts rubbing against the insides of her clothing gave her so much arousement that she had to stop and just breathe to not cum as she was running. When anyone commented on how she was never running or that she had to stop and catch her breath all the time, she just blamed it on her poor fitness.
Although it was a bit embarrassing to admit to having poor fitness, it was less embarrassing than to let people know the truth - that she would have an orgasm if she ran any further without a break!
As all of the grown women in the village, they were both pretty tall. Long muscular legs and well toned arms and backs to boot. The constant work of lifting and carrying water and firewood had given these results to anyone living this life.
It was springtime and all the able men of the village had just set off to the seas. They went to trade and plunder. Hopefully they would all come back with many riches. But now for the summer, only the women who were 'of age' were left in the village, to tend to the daily chores that needed doing. The children and elderly had been sent up into the mountains to spend the summer there.
Only a few days after the others had left the village, Frida had brought Hedviga up to the attic of their longhouse. She sat Hedviga down on one of the beds and had a serious look on her face.
-"You know that the raiders' season is coming soon... and that you are now of age...?" her mother started tentatively.
-"Yes mother. I know" Hedviga answered, her big blue eyes not shying away from her mother.
-"Well, I need to prepare you. If you listen to me and do as I say... it might not be so bad for you." Frida said.
Hedvigas mother continued to explain how the raiders season functioned.
While all the men of the village were away to foreign coasts, pillaging and trading for riches to bring back for the village so that they could survive the harsh winter, the women were left to defend the village themselves.
Frida couldn't tell her how or when it had started, but during the years, even before Frida had become of age herself, the village women had found out a better way to endure the raiders than with weapons and force. Instead they would give themselves to the raiders. Let them have their primitive and sexual needs fulfilled.
As the stories were told - in the olden days the village would put up resistance. Some of the raiders would get injured or even killed sometimes, but the end result was always the same. The village was plundered and the women raped and beaten. Sometimes even killed if they had put up too much resistance. A stroke of genius and wisdom had come over them some generations back. Why not just let them have what they want, and would get anyway, without all the harm? So as it had been when Frida had grown up - when the raiders season started, usually a few weeks before summer, all the elderly women and young girls fled up into the mountains and held out there until summer and raider season was over.
The rest of the women, that Hedviga now was one of, would stay in the village and let themselves be taken by the raiders. This way less harm was had.
The women that fled to the mountains would bring all the valuables with them, that way saving some of the riches of the village. The raiders didn't mind so much that their bounty was small after their raid, since they had all been satisfied in other, more primal ways.
It could be a scary and jarring experience of course, to let the raiders have their way with you. But according to her mother, Hedviga could make it better for herself, maybe even pleasurable.
Frida was a mature woman and had been here for many, many raids and knew what she was talking about.
-"But, Hedviga, you are still a virgin, right?" Frida asked.
-"Yes mother." Hedviga admitted.
-"Then you must prepare yourself a little, so it won't hurt when they... push into you..." her mother said and presented 3 pieces of very smooth and shiny wood to Hedviga.
The two smaller ones were in birch and the largest one was of pine tree. They were all carved in phallic shapes, sanded and oiled so smooth that you could run silk over them without resistance.
Hedvigas eyes widened. She had certainly seen the male phallus before, but never in an erect state... and never as large as these ones were made. Especially the largest one made of pine wood. It had to be at least almost as long as her upper arm!
-"The smallest one is to start you off. To break your virginity. It might hurt a little, but that will only happen the first time. Then you will learn of the pleasures it can bring." Frida explained.
Hedviga held it in front of her, feeling how soft and smooth the surface was whilst the rod itself was hard as rock. Or hard as wood in this case. Even though it was the smallest it was still pretty long, compared to the flaccid cocks she'd seen around the village growing up.
-"Then you can move on to this one, " Frida said and handed Hedviga the second one.
It was thicker than the first and longer too. At the top it bulged out a little. Like a sort of swollen knob. Hedvigas hands were inadvertently feeling the piece of wood with her hands, but her eyes were pulling towards the third one... the biggest one.
-"Yes. I see what you're thinking sweetie. It is very large... but it WILL fit, trust me." Frida said, hiding a smile.
-"Normally no raider is of this size, luckily... but there are a few that might surprise you. And it's always better for us if we are well prepared beforehand. So when you feel ready, give it a try. But do it carefully. I've oiled them for you, but let me know if you need more oil. It's in great demand now that all the other women in the village are also getting prepared."
