What little time I had allowed myself for sleep after my bout with the chief, was an exercise in futility. No matter how I positioned myself in the bed, sooner or later, I began to climax. The rubbing of the bed clothes was enough to excite my body to a point where it began responding. Finally, a short while after day-break, I surrendered to the inevitable. I got up and paced about my room. I happened to stop in front of my full-length mirror and I got my first look at my self after my induction into the sisterhood. My tits looked as though someone had cemented two halves of a melon onto my chest. There was no drooping or sagging and my nipples pointed straight forward. My areolas had developed a swarthy coloration and my nipples looked like someone had dropped a cherry smack dab in the middle of each areola! What's more, my cherry nipples were each at least a half-inch long! The scar tissue that had marked my branding was gone. It was replaced by nice, even skin so that my belly was as smooth as a baby's ass!
Then, I gasped! My clit had taken on a completely different aspect! Where, as before, it had always been hidden by its' sheath now it protruded from the top of my cunt slit! Like my nipples, it, too, was a half inch long or more! I recalled Jane's characterization of it as a, 'girly cock'! It was even topped by a red bulb that seemed to mirror a male's cock-head! I made my first mistake as I tentatively stuck a finger down toward it. I just barely touched it, but that touch caused a jolt to slam through my body as if I had been struck by lightning! The ensuing climax threw me to the floor where I lay gasping and writhing under the pressures of a painful, but delicious ecstasy! Slowly, I recovered my senses enough to remove my finger from my clit-head.
"Holy cow! That marks the end of tight under-pants for you!"
Fortunately, it had rained during the night and it was still raining this morning. All of that rain would make the road a mess so my daily trip to the cabin was delayed until the next day. But, the next day was Sunday and I was scheduled to attend the church services in the town, so I had a day or more to think over my situation.
It took me nearly an hour to achieve a point where I could get up and my resulting steps towards the dining room could only be described as a drunken stagger. I managed to reach my table and was just sitting down when one of the oldest of our guests came over to me.
"It seems strange to greet you with a, 'Good Morning' in the middle of the day, but since most of us spent the entire night in the throes of sexual pleasure, it is fitting that I do so. So, 'Good Morning'. You look as though you had an especially hard night! Care for some idle chatter?"
"Absolutely. I am not very good company for myself today so talking with another inmate of this crazy asylum is just what I need. I am Jenny. And, you are?"
"I'm Maud and I am well aware of who you are."
"I know I'm being rude, but may I ask you a question?"
"Not at all, but I know what it is you want to ask. I am seventy-eight! And I have been coming to the Lodge for some sixty-odd years! Now, your next question is, undoubtedly, 'Why?' So, here's my story. I think you may profit from hearing it. It starts before I even knew there was a Lodge at Murdock Crossing. I was young. Not yet nineteen. I knew that my mother had always taken a yearly vacation -- as she called it - but I didn't know where she spent the time. I was two months from my nineteenth birthday when, one day, my mother took my hand and announced, 'Come on, Maud dear. You and I are going to the circus!' You have to realize that, for my mother to say this, was a really big departure from her normal, rather austere demeanor. Oh, I should tell you that my mother was a college professor and she taught world literature. I was shocked, but I went along with what I thought must be the first stages of elderly dementia! We piled into her car and away we went only our first stop was not where the circus was being presented, but rather, we stopped at the zoo! Things had gone from absurdity to -- well, utter craziness!
We walked all over the zoo until we found the cages where the big cats were housed. Mother stood and looked at the cats for the longest time. As we stood there staring at the big cats, mom said, "This is the jungle and these animals are in their proper surroundings!" Now, I've got to interrupt my story to make sure you understand something about my mother. She was not the kind of mother who was always telling you, in no uncertain terms, what you could and could not do. What you should and should not do. Instead, she much preferred to lay out an idea and let you ponder over it for as long as it was necessary -- with the calm assurance that sooner or later you would come to the right conclusion. And, by, 'right conclusion' , she always accepted that you might very well reach a conclusion that was not what she would have preferred. So, as we stood there, gazing at the big cats, I knew that there was some kind of message in this for me, but I was unable to discern what it was.
Then we piled back into the car and, just as she had said, we went to the circus. We were both having a great time when she looked at me and said, "Isn't it a shame for them to try to make humans out of the animals?" That brought me up short and I began to stare more intently at the animal performers. However, I still couldn't make the connection that she was obviously driving me towards. Then, three weeks later, as we drove up onto that old bridge, over that dry wash, mom looked at me and told me, "Look behind you. That is the circus! Now, look ahead, that is the jungle!" I knew she was referring to that day at the zoo, but her meaning missed me again. We drove through Murdock's Crossing and, as you probably were, I was somewhat distressed. After all, I had come from a very large city and this was nothing but a rickety, old dump. Mom maneuvered the car up to the lodge and got me a room in the guest cabins. Her parting remark was, "I'll go check in and then I'll come back for you and we will go to dinner." Dinner? At that time of day? But, this wasn't the greatest surprise that she had in store for me. When she returned, I could only stare at her. I know that my eyes were bulging out of my head and my mouth was wide open in surprise. My mother was bare-assed naked!
"Mom! Where are your clothes? You are totally nude!"
"No, Maud, I am not nude, I am naked! Here there is a definite difference. Remember, this is the jungle! We left the circus out there on the highway. Come. Let's go eat."
Frankly, I didn't know whether or not I wanted to follow this strange woman! Surely, once she entered the lodge, she would be extremely embarrassed. I was wrong. Hugely wrong. As we walked into the dinning room, I - the fully clothed one - was the one who was embarrassed! For every where I looked I saw nothing but nude women! Then, as we ate our dinner, mom gave me my second lesson in living.
"Maud, what do you think the purposes were of that very first female who struggled down out of the trees?"
I could only shake my head in utter confusion.
"Maud, the purposes o f those first females were two-fold: To procreate and to give and receive pleasure. What we here call P and P behavior. All of these women have come here to recapture the sensations of being among those first females! To do this, they will have nightly sex with the ghosts that haunt this lodge! A faceless, unseen male will fulfill their every sexual wish. What? I can see by your expression that you want to ask me a question so ask away."
"Mom, are you saying that all of these women are nymphos?"
"Not at all. These women are seeking an answer to the question, 'Why am I here?' or, in many cases, 'What am I?'"
"And they get answers to these questions in this place?"
"Yes, they do. Just as I have over the years. This is where I spend my yearly vacations!"
"But, mom! You are a college professor! An expert in your field! What more do you need to know?"
"Honey, those terms are the costumes that I wear when I am in the circus! Here, I am in my natural element: the basic environment in which I was first conceived and born. Here I am reduced to my natural status as an animal! Here, I am a cunt!"
