Shunning all modern amenities and technology, they lived a very simple life. Subsistence farming and a thriving cottage industry were the only main incomes for the colony; but over the decades, the collective was by no means poor. It had prudently invested it’s income, and could afford comfortable accommodation for all it’s members. And, due to it’s very remote location, even chartered flights onto it’s small grass airstrip a few times a year.
Elenor, like all the girls there, had grown up in the colony. Living in the community and working the land. She had been given a basic education in the colony school. She had never known anything else, and she was happy. She was a pretty 20 year old blonde with typical Germanic features; and even in the drab, long folded skirts that all the women wore, she was still stunning.
It would soon be her 21th Birthday; and on that day she would be paired off and married to one of the boys, to start her own family. She would have little bit of a say in the matter, the council would take her personal affections and attractions into account, but ultimately the decision would be theirs. She had caught the eye of Steven, a strapping 23 year old stable boy with deep blue eyes, and both their parents approved the match, which did leave her cautiously hopeful.
On more than once occasion she had found herself dreamily lying in bed at night, thinking of him. She shared a room with the youngest of one of her three sisters, so she had to keep quiet. She dreamed of Steven; imagined their bodies pressed tightly together in the hay loft, his rough hands caressing her bare skin as they devoured each other and made love, with the soft snorting, and musky wafting sent rising up from the horses down in stables below….
….Checking that Louisa was asleep in the next bed, she would quietly lift the blankets off her body,…..then slowly pull up the hem of her long cotton nightgown….. letting the cool night air waft over her lythe body…..she would open her legs, and caress the inside of her thighs……gently let her fingers explore herself…..the wetness on her fingers……probing…..caressing…..penetrating……
Dreaming of his muscular body pressing down on top of her…..she would often end up rolling up the hem of her night gown, stuffing it in her mouth and biting down, as she would frantically bring herself to climax…….the beautiful, shuddering sensation, that would break within her…..the rushing waves of pleasure……the flushes of warmpth……her deep breathing……..then lying still in the soft glowing aftermath.
But there was one thing that Elenor had no control of, and that was the limited gene pool of a closed community like this one. Over the decades it had been observed that in-breeding had become a serious problem. As such, it was the decision of the council that before any marriage, the bride to be would be ‘Given in Ceremony’. She would be presented to a suitable candidate….. and taken by a man from outside the colony, specifically chosen to impregnate her.
She knew what was expected of her. Two years before, both she, and a matriarchal woman called Madaline, (who both organized and witnessed all the Ceremonies), had witnessed her older sister Evaline’s ‘Bedding’. The council deemed that the Ceremony must have at least two witnesses, to ensure it had actually occurred as to conform to the counsel law; and that that the younger girls, usually the next in line, were encouraged to watch. Unknown by the men chosen, they would silently observe the ‘Bedding Chamber’ through a purposely carved slot from the room next door.
It served two purposes; firstly it would fulfill the requirements necessary for the council to record it as legal. But also served as an education to the younger girls, so they would know how to behave when it was their time.
The man they had chosen for Evaline had been a chubby middle aged official from the city, with a hairy back, and a bald patch on the back of his scalp of greying and unkempt hair. Both Elenor and Madaline watched from the secret slot as, with the minimum of preamble, he hungrily lifted her ceremonial gown up over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her trembling and naked. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, as the man grabbed her arms, roughly span her around so her back was to him, and pushed her forward on to all fours on the creaking wooden bed.
With a lecherous look in his eyes that made Elenor’s skin crawl, the man hurriedly fumbled his way out of his clothes leaving them scattered around over the wooden floor. The bed mournfully protested as he scrambled up behind her sister. She winced, hand over her mouth, as he wickedly grinned, roughly grabbed Evaline’s hips from behind, and drove his erection deep inside her.
Elenor cringed against Evaline’s pain, but her elder sister neither cried nor protested, as the man relentlessly penetrated her with a rapid series of slapping thrusts. After less than 30 seconds, the man spasmed, threw his head back and grunted loudly. He paused……then, red faced and panting, he pulled out, and flopped down noisily on to the bed next to her.
Her sister stayed rigidly still….. frozen on all fours…. staring directly ahead at a spot on the carved headboard ahead.
Evaline was married to Joshua two months later; their son, Gabriel, was born seven months after that.
Over the two years since witnessing her sister’s ceremony Elenor would often, and usually with apprehension, stare up into space from whatever task she was performing and ponder as to whom the man would be that would be her first; the one to take her maidenhood and make her a woman…..silently praying that Madaline would be able to find someone nice for her, but due to the colonies remote location and few visitors, the pickings were slim. At the very least, she hoped that he would be gentle with her….
Arron enjoyed these runs. The Mennonites were a kindly people, all dressed in their quaint hobnail boots, dark pants with belt and braces, white cotton shirts and wide brimmed hats. Visiting Skyridge felt like going back in time, and in many respects, it was.
Earlier that day when the former marine corps pilot had arrived on both his first and second trips, an veritable army of men descended on the airplane to help unload. And while he supervised, a kind woman in a uniform black skirt and blouse, came over and invited him to the dining area for a coffee. Seeing as the squad of men clearly had everything under control, he figured he had a few minutes, so he took the short walk over there with her.
It may have been his imagination, but he got the distinct impression that she was checking him out. He swore that he caught her surreptitiously looking him up and down whenever he glanced away. She was older than him, a slim and attractive 40years old, with dark hair and emerald eyes set in a kindly face. She asked him an array of questions, some quite personal seeing as they had just met, (he put that down to their culture), but despite the fact that Mennonites tended to shun the military mindset, and the total abhorrence of violence in general, they chatted away merrily.
She introduced herself as Madaline.
…..Yes, she thought to herself, he would do perfectly…..
Elenor was doing her chores, feeding the pigs in the hog barn when one of the younger girls trotted over, and informed her that she had been summoned to the big house. All she was told was that Helgar needed to see her.
Helgar was an officious middle aged lady, who only spoke German. Although a kindly matron-like figure, she always sounded like she was giving orders. Elenor spoke a little German too, and could usually make herself understood, but she seldom needed to. Helgar usually did all the talking…..
“Es ist Zeit, dich fertig zu machen, mein Kind, zieh deine Kleider aus” she directed her to the facilities down the corridor at the back of the cabin…
In the spartan changing room, Helgar turned Elenor around, back to her, and set about untying the laces and strings, and helping her out of her clothes and her loose underwear; letting them fall to the floor in a puddle around her feet. She looked the naked girl up and down, smiled, and nodded approvingly, then reached back to the wall, and set the shower running with a blast.
As the lukewarm water cascaded over her body, Elenor felt her nipples harden. Helgar took a soapy sponge from a bucket of hot water, and set about washing Elenor’s lythe body….
“So schöne Brüste” she smiled…..as she began swerling the bubbles in a gentle circular motion….. Under her arms…..over her breasts…..up in the cleft where her legs met…..Elenor let out a soft squeak….
Helgar surveyed Elenor’s soft blonde thatch, and pursed her lips….
“Männer mögen dich, um sie zu rasieren”, she murmured……She turned off the shower, and directed Elenor to sit back on a deep wooden bench to the side…
“Lehne dich zurück, mein Lieber, und öffne deine Beine”….
Elenor slowly brought her knees up to her chest, and parted them…..water and foam running in miniature rivers down the natural valleys of the graceful form; forks of blonde wet hair sticking to her shoulders. She looked away as Helgar took the soapy sponge, and warmly lathered up her most intimate area…….
“Jetzt sitz still, mein Lieber, das ist der knifflige Teilthen”, she said softly, as she reached into the pocket of her apron, and pulled out a razor….
For the third time that day, Arron pulled back on thrust lever reducing the torque on the PT6 engine, and the Cessna 208 Caravan began it’s lazy final descent. He would cross the short grass strip at right angles and at thousand feet, then make a left turn paralleling the runway, while gradually sinking all the way, before turning on final approach to land.