The great town hall was ablaze with the firelight of lamps, and boisterous with laughter and talk of the townspeople. None were resting or idle, except for the elderly who sat in corners talking about the good old times. Grandmamma was hugging my sleeping baby brother, while my old aunt, whose arthritic hand awkwardly groped over her knitting, was humming a sweet tune. The early evening was closing in and the moon was mounting; the farm labourers came from their outdoor chores and were assembling in the large hall, which gave space for a degree or more of partiers.
A number of the men were occupied in carving up the meat, and to these were ceded the best place and light; others were drinking or dancing with the women and jingling to the tune of the violin. The women, mostly middle aged, were organising and placing the table for the banquet that would last the whole night. This was my first banquet, seeing as I came to age a few months ago. Children of a certain age were not allowed to participate after midnight.
My friend Nadia was there in the corner, she kept watching me all the time with a brutal expression on her face. She was nine years my senior and, like me, nobody had invited her to dance. Maybe it was because most men feared her intimidating appearance. Her face was so muscular-like and her temper so violent she scared people away. She behaved, dressed and hunted like a man.
There were rumours that she'd finally found someone to marry her. It made me happy, because my father had told me he'd found a suitable candidate for me too. Maybe Nadia and I could get married on the same day.
She could have been married sooner if she didn't behave so much like an Amazon. She had sworn she'd only marry a man who could defeat her in an arm wrestle. Whoever he might be, her new husband had to be a colossus. I had seen Nadia take on five men at once and win.
Nadia stood well over six-foot tall, a lot taller than the average village male, and was magnificently pulsating and muscled from head to toe. Her skin was tanned a dark bronze, both from the hot sun as well as the hours of ploughing the fields. Her figure was still quite shapely, and curvaceous.
I'd say she was very beautiful. I was about the only friend she truly had in the entire village; I was also the only one who could say more than three words to her without her losing her temper.
However, tonight I was feeling uncomfortable by her glare and I hoped that one of the boys would ask me to dance. I expected to see Gabriel at the banquet, but he wasn't here. These past few months he'd been courting me and soon he'd probably ask my father for my hand in marriage. I was at that age when I was ready to start my own family.
I didn't understand why nobody invited me until I saw her. Nadia curled a vicious snarl at any of the boys who dared to look at me. Her look had become positively frightening and I was thinking about telling my father about it. My father was the only one whom Nadia respected, because he was the village leader.
Everybody looked at me strangely as though they knew something I didn't. They deliberately avoided me.
Near me were some children playing hopscotch and running around. Some of the boys were peeking under the skirts of women, and I questioned if my brother might one day do the same at their age. My mother walked towards me and handed me a silver chalice to drink from.
"Drink Ligia," she told me. "It'll help."
I asked her what it is, but there was a mysterious smile on her face. I only drank half the content but she obliged me to drink it all. The sweet tasting liquid has left me dizzy and I had become submissive of myself.
The hall had now divided themselves into two groups of people and no one was dancing anymore. The music had stopped and I saw my father ushering my mother to take the children to bed. For some reason they are all asleep as if drugged.
The lamp in its centre burns with the light of the candles. Those farthest from the fire had direct heat from two braziers filled with glowing wood coals, replenished from time to time from the generous fireplace. My cheeks were rosy red from the flickers of the immense fire, and my mind scarcely prevailed beyond the limits of my consciousness.
That drink my mother gave me has left me weary; there is a strange friction in my blood; a desolate absence in my brain. Familiar objects and faces had grown repugnant to me. I wanted to be alone. I was in that state of mind when complete repudiation of the general public was a necessity.
I walked out of the hall to breathe some air when I heard the doors bolt closed behind me. I began to think that my mother might have poisoned me with that drink. I endured a fire burn within me which I had never before felt in my life. The fire was burning in the pit of my stomach and moving downwards towards my crotch.
I rubbed my pussy against the wooden doorpost and it sent electrifying sensations through me. It helped a little bit, but it was not by far what I needed. I don't understand what had happened to me. I simply couldn't help myself.
I tried to clear my mind, but the craving was worse. My dress was too thick and wide for the doorpost to ease this strange itch. I tried to rub harder, but to no avail.
All around my pelvic region was on fire. My breath got hotter and I started to salivate. I forced myself to stop and took a deep breath. The cool air helped me feel better.
Then, from out of the shadows into the flickering light of the oil lamp came somebody stealthy. I startled horribly, because initially I thought it was a wolf. The mystery being was a person who walked on two legs and was incredibly tall. That partially put my mind to rest.
I was startled to discover the sight of Nadia. She wore a wolf's skin over her head, but was naked from head to toe and smeared with mud. Between her legs hung a massive wooden like phallus that was nearly as thick as my wrist. It was almost horse sized and her eyes looked unforgiving. She gave one quick glance up into my face, muttered something, a growl, I think, and towered over me like a gigantic bull.
"You have seasoned well," snarled Nadia squeezing breast. "Your mother didn't approve of this but ..."
"Nadia!" I cried horrified. "What do you think you're doing?"
Her only response was to slap me and blood gushed from my lip. She then forcefully pulled me by my arm and stuck her tongue into my mouth. I pulled away violently disgusted by her filthy behaviour.
"I'm telling my father about this!" I threatened.
"Who do you think sent me here?" She circled me like a she-wolf in heat. "You are my betrothed."
"What are you talking about?" I stared horrified. "My father would never do that, besides ... You're a woman!"
"No little one." She curled a wicked smiled on her face. "You are the woman, you are my little bitch."
"I thought we were friends!" I bellowed. "Why are you doing this?"
