Cruel Temple Girl

(In a soothing, comforting voice)
Ah, it is good to see you've regained consciousness at last, my poor little soldier.  No, no, don't try to move too much. Your wound was quite severe. It took much time for us to mend it and aggravating it would be most unpleasant for you. Oh dear, you don't remember what happened, do you? As your comrades who brought you in here explained it, you drew the ire of the Goddess and she wounded you in a most grisly way. Perhaps it might have been better for you if you'd died on the field, but the Goddess was distracted by killing more of your fellows, allowing you and a handful of your friends to flee. They brought you here to be comforted in your final hours, but you are quite strong. Strong enough to survive the retreat and endure through the healing ritual. But...you are no longer a man. Many others who reached were gravely wounded as well, some even lost limbs. You, though...you lost your what makes you a man. The Goddess emasculated you with her blade.


 Ssshhh...sssshhh, hush now. Getting hysterical won't do you any good.

(Now in a demeaning, callous voice)
 Even if you still had your manhood, you'd still be pathetic. How pitiful it is, seeing all of you cowards running from a single woman. Yes, men drop like flies around her but at least they have the decency to die for their ineptitude. There were millions of you! Do you mean to tell me not a single one of you was man enough to defeat her? Perhaps she is right after all, maybe you all really DO deserve to die. Well, shes certainly doing a fine job at it. Your friends are dead, your pride is gone and now you're a eunuch. Look at you. Even as I shame you, you undress me with your eyes. (Slight pause) Well? Now I truly am undressed. What can you do? You can look, I could even let you touch. But you could never take me, never please me. Even your captain, who carried you back here, could at least please my Sister. Go on, touch. Feel my breasts, my hips. Yes, feel the heat between my legs. What can you do with it? Nothing. You're just a thing now, a mockery of what a man ought to be. I'd be surprised if the Goddess even found you worth killing now. I'm sure you'll get to find out soon enough, they typically send you you all back in to the field once you've recovered and then we never see you again.

But in spite of all that, don't feel too bad. In no time at all I'll find some other recovering soldier, an intact man, to pleasure me before he goes back out to try and get killed again. I'll forget about you soon enough.