When did I find out my first time would be given to Our Leader? I’ve always known. It’s the same for every girl here. After we come of age, we submit to the one man who is more than man, more than human. He is our high priest, godly in stature. His seed must be spread among every young woman at the commune. Each of us will bear a babe for him, each wife in turn.
Today my time has come. Our wedding night awaits…
In Fertile Ground appears in the anthology Fertile Girls.
“This is our bed,” he says, laughing lightly. “Would you care to touch it?”
“Yes, of course, sweet girl.” He takes hold of my hand and presses it against the soft, dark fabric. “It’s velvet.”
“I’ve never felt anything so soft, except the mosses in the forest.”
He hasn’t released my wrist when he asks, “Do you like the mosses in the forest?”
“Yes,” I say, though my throat runs dry. “I like them just after the rain, when they remain slightly wet.”
“Much like your skin,” he says as he traces his fingers up my arm. “Your mother did not dry you.”
He shakes his head and tells me, “Those were my instructions to her: bring your daughter to me wet.”
I worry that perhaps I am not wet enough for his liking. But if he were to feel the freshly shaven place between my legs, he would find all the wetness he could ask for.