Thank goodness you're awake. What a relief when we found you out there in the meadow of wilderness.
Thank gods that my girls are so fond of wild bears. You don't remember anything, do you?
That's good. Spare you some blushes. We had to do things to you to speed up the healing process.
Bathe you, spoon-fed you while you were barely conscious. Please, trouble. It was a pleasure.
Go and ask anyone here, or thirty of them if you like. They will all know in perfect unison what a delight it was.
And I will be the last.
First things first. I must check something. Follow this candle with your eyes.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Squeeze my hands for me, will you?
Uh-huh. We were all so worried.
Made bets on how pretty your eyes should be, just to avoid thinking that you might never open them again.
But here you are. I mean, you are strong, but may we just take a little bit of credit?
We took the best care of you. My girls and I lodged you in the best rooms. I mean, they're mine.
Well, this is not actually a monastery, so we're not supposed to mortify our flesh, you know.
And this isn't luxury. Just reasonable level of comfort.
The velvet may be a bit over the top, but I am the mother superior, and I get to enjoy a little extra.
For what I do, I have a lot of very, very important responsibilities.
I slave away from my sisters. If you knew all the details, you wouldn't judge me.
Yes, I do call them sisters, but this is not so much a monastery as it is a refuge for all those poor girls who have trouble fitting in due to various issues.
Sex-related issues. Take, for example, the girl who sat by your side the whole afternoon.
You will see her a bit later. You'll see all of them. Anyway, the girl.
She has this unusual thing every time she ate or drank something.
It was like she was teared and caressed in the most intimate manner.
So she produced the most delicious sounds during meets. Just couldn't help it.
You too, if your mouth and your throat were one big erosion zone.
A gift from the gods, in a way.
The poor thing was driven out of her village. So many people hated her there.
But here she found home.
Here she isn't blamed for her special talent. More than that, it's celebrated.
When we take our produce, crafts and whatnot to the local fairs, you should see her hard candy booth.
Men flock to it, buying candy they don't need for the kids they don't have, by the pound, just to be around her for a bit.
And it's good they don't actually have kids with them. The spectacle is not suitable for minors.
And all the other girls are also unusual, each in her own way. Yes, I am quite weird, too.
In a way, more than anyone here. Even more than that girl with six breasts. At least she is all woman.
You are absolutely free to go and will be fit to go in a couple of days.
Unless you'd like to stay and give back something as well.
We here are in the need of men. And when I say need, I mean need.
So if you could stay for a few days and take care of some of the girls, that would be great.
May I kiss you? I could use a man, too. I'm afraid I have to pass.
This is heartbreaking. I miss this so much.
Now you wouldn't want me.
It's just my time of the month. No, it's not what you think. The mess wouldn't have stopped me.
I told you, I'm weird. When other normal girls bleed, I sort of change. Grow. Down there.
I've always been like this. Since when I started growing up. First, of course, my breasts grew bigger.
On the other sides. It's not a big deal. It's not that I'm turning into a male or anything.
For a few days every month. Yes. Pretty sizable, too. So time went on. My friends were getting married.
I was getting hard seeing them. Once I was stupid enough to share with a friend.
I married her after death. And it wasn't even as big at that moment as it is right now.
I had to run away. I traveled around. I settled here. And there you are.
I'll show you mine if you show me yours. A joke. You don't have to.
I just can't give up the pleasure of undressing before a man. If I have the chance.
There. See? A freak. Legs to die for. Breasts of a goddess. Perfectly shaped. Ideal woman. Except for this. For weak. Each mouth.
A curse. But within these walls, actually, a kind of a blessing. This way I can relieve some of the other girls' sufferings.
I try. I do what I can. Sometimes six, seven girls a day. It's very hard. Completely exhausting. But I see it as my mission.
Besides, it's safer for them than venturing into the woods chasing some hunters and travelers.
I cannot get them pregnant. I know what they need. Being a woman myself. I get respect for what I do. Even love.
Had it not been so exhausting and sad on some level, I cannot really satisfy some of them. I'm not a man.
Oh, please. If it were that simple, toys would have done just fine. We have plenty. But it's much more complicated.
You don't want cock. They want the whole man. The strength, the smell, the taste. The whole other tower dynamic.
I'm but a second best. Still reasonably good. Why do you think they made me my superior?
Actually, that's kind of why I came to talk to you now. You still are too weak to be moved anywhere.
And the girls are kind of used to doing it here. Last night. And the night before that.
You weren't conscious anyway. And just looking at you helped them a lot.
I just made them stand here on all fours and face my, well, your bed. Pulled your sheets to the side a bit so they could see your body.
And they came like that. I managed to satisfy nine girls only last night. Personal best.
And I must start again right now. The night is short. This time I might be able to make them move along the waiting list a tiny bit faster.
I start with two instead of just one. They both happen to actually enjoy same sex fun and company.
There will also be four, maybe five girls after that. I do hope we won't be too much trouble for you.
You? You are offering your help? You feel that much better already? You are a gift from the gods.
So generous. I could kiss you. May I kiss you again? Why do I have to stop? Right. That's why.