Ooooohhhh!

As luck would have it, Monika crossed her own event horizon just as the he approached. She tried to hold in her final cries, but was only able to slide down the wall onto the bench to ride out her aftershocks. She looked down, ashamed at her trembling body; it glistened with a mix of water and sweat, and a third liquid seeped from her convulsing entrance.

Outside she could hear the hunter grow impatient and almost angry. He started loudly knocking

"Are you pleasuring herself in there!?"

The intruder's tone switched from anger to shock when he realized that couldn't have been a man's voice. Too late, Monika noticed the trail of juices that trickled down over the bench, and under the door, pulled by gravity. "How did I produce that much fluid?" She incredulously thought. She waited in silence, hoping the huntsman would somehow lose interest, and walk away, but he wasn't so easily lost. The door had only a single sliding latch on the inside, and she could hear the other two, stronger men conspiring to pull the door open by ****. Monika frantically searched the tiny room for a place to hide or escape through, but was too late. The screws popped from the wooden frame, and the door swung open throwing light, and glances from the men over her temporary sanctum.

The three men she'd been lusting after so eagerly now loomed in the entrance of the steam room. She sat on the bench opposite the door, her legs pressed closed, and her arms crossed over her large breasts.

"Now what are you doin' in the men's side of the hot springs?" The smaller man asked.

"Maybe she wanted a peek at the local manfolk, but didn't think we'd hear her lusty groaning." The largest man posited.

"I think we should let her see all she likes, if she's willing to give a little in return."

Monika started trembling with fear, and turned her shoulder toward men as they drew near. "It was a m-mistake, I thought this was the w-women's spa."

"It's the women's spa now, sweetheart, and believe me, we've got some great ways to get rid of all that tension in your-"

"Don't touch me!" She barked at him as his hand reached for her shoulder.

"I'm a nun, a member of the Sisterhood of Sjiihir. You could be severly punished for-"

"Oh trust me sweetie, whatever those hags could do to me would be worth it to get between your legs."

The two bigger men sat themselves on either side of her and started massaging her upper arms and brushing the sides of her tits. At this point, Monika wasn't sure that she really wanted them to leave. She just didn't want to go too far...

"I'm marked by the convent!" she protested, spreading her legs just wide enough to show them the simple knot tatoo on her right inner thigh. "I swear if anyone catches you, my sisters will-" Her mouth was stopped by a kiss from the bearded man, his other hand already combing through her silver locks. The smaller of the company retreated toward the door.

"I'm not trying the patience of no nunnery. Helvid, Agmund, you guys have fun with her." He left his friends to their seduction.

Monika was almost ready to give in to the ministrations of both these men, and Helvid's fingers on her nether lips was enough to sway her judgement. The carresses traveled from her upper arms and thighs to her breasts, hair and ass, her breathing growing heavier every second.

Once again, she tried to stop them, but with **** words. "I don't want to do this here; I've never been with a man before, let alone two. Can we go somplace more comfortable?" She pouted at Agmund, who relented, and picked her up in his huge arms. They strode quickly into the dressing rooms and laid all of the towels and clothing present into a pile of sorts.

"How about here?" Helvid suggested, pointing proudly at his creation.