A nunnery

You figure that if you're going to be thrust into a world where all the big breasted women are public cum dumps and all the attractive virgins are going to throw themselves at you, there are only a few places on earth where you would have ample choices of both without any interference. Luckily for you, just last week you watched a documentary about such a place. You smile to yourself before answering.

"Send me to St. Anne's mountain nunnery."

Charles grins. "A secluded nunnery where you would be the only man, surrounded by virgnin nuns, eh? Pretty clever. So be it." With a clap of his hands, your world goes dark.

As your eyes slowly open, sunlight shoots directly into your eyes, forcing you to put a hand in front of your face. When you finally are able to stand the light, you lower it. A massive stone castle stands in front of you surrounded by a forest covered mountain, no other signs of human life to be seen. Looks like Chalres was the real deal alright.

You slowly approach what appears to be a side gate and catch the attention of one of the nuns. As she approaches, you can tell that she is well into her sixties, and not much to look at. Your heart stops. Wasn't one of the rules that virgin girls would try to **** you?

The old nun sees the expression on her face and cackles. "Don't worry John, it's only attractive virgins that will try to jump you. Besides, I did have a life before coming here, so you have nothing to worry about."

Your mind is going a million miles a minute. You have so many questions, but you blurt out the first one that comes to mind. "You know who I am?"

The nun cackles again. "Of course I do. John Doe is known across the world. The virgin slayer. The only man who would be allowed to visit this place. I've known you have been on your way here for a few hours."

Faded, half remembered memories flood into your brain. It's like you had been living with these rules your whole life and just now remembered it. Everyone knew the rules because if they didn't, how would they know to follow them? And of course you would be well known for your special rules. Your journey here woulf have been easy to track, considering the trail of broken hymens you left on the way.

You clear your throat. "Well, here I am."

"Here you are," she replies.

"Who are you?" you finally ask.

"I am Mother Agatha. I am the mother superior here."

"Ah."

"Ah indeed. Now would you like to come to your room? I prepared a solitary room away from the nuns. Unless you would like to have to service all the beautiful virgins here at the nunnery all at once."