I'm getting a private massage!

Monika's brain raced to the nearest excuse she could think of. "I'm getting a private massage, dont't interrupt me."

"With a woman by the sound of it. They offer that kind of thing here?"

The lewdness of her lie suddenly became apparent. "This is none of your business, go away!"

But there was no need. The eager young man was already exitedly telling his companions.

"Helvid, Agmund, they have sex massages here!"

"I'm getting one!"

The last she heard of them were their whoops, yells, and eager footsteps toward the reception counter.

Monika laid back on the bench, allowing her whole body to rest, and surrendered herself to a fantasy in her mind involving the red-bearded huntsman. She moaned as loud as she pleased while squeezing her tits, and plunging one, two, and then three fingers into her womanhood. She may have been a nun, but she was by no means a virgin in the biological sense. She had previously used all manner of instruments to stretch her now barely noticable hymen, including a spade handle, root vegetables, and an advantageously-shaped river rock. Her middle and forefinger shot in and out of her with increasing rapidity as she built up tension, her whole body writhing on the wooden bench. At last, she climaxed, sucking in steam with every rapid breath. She could feel some sort of liquid shoot over her hand and looked down to see something other than water had soaked the bench. Confused, she got up, found her towel outside, and walked back to the dressing room to clean up.

After sorting herself out, Monika headed back to the abbey to doubtless pay penance for her crimes of lust and self-pleasure. She would never understand why the convent was so against masturbation. At the gates of the abbey, she pulled down her hood, and knocked on the heavy wooden doors. A small peephole opened, and sister Hanna greeted her.

"Good evening sister Monika. My, your face certainly looks flush today. Whatever were you up to earlier? We had study, and missed you."

"Uh, nothing Hanna, I was just out shopping for myself."

Back in her room, she started packing her things. This was her last time within these walls; she couldn't take the Mothers' prudishness any longer. She would make her own way in the world, which would not involve the convent, and certainly not chastity.