Eleven children, she mused, lowering her head and allowing herself to close her eyes, just for a moment. Not for the first time, she found herself won...ering whether Tracey had heard of birth control and, supposing she had, whether there was a reason why she chose not to use it. Because surely everyone knew having unprotected sex was asking for trouble? She smiled at the folly of her own thoughts. Okay, to have unprotected sex on a regular basis was asking for trouble. But to have unprotected. As they recovered from the penectomy, most of the men were in shock.However, the pain was gone after the first couple of weeks, and theyphysically recovered from the wound. They were, however, penisless.After the two-week period, the men were led out to the yard area andsorted out. They wondered why. They noticed that the skinny guys endedup in one group, and the bigger, fatter, and more buff guys ended up inanother group. The soldiers, already traumatized, didn't want to knowwhat would happen. They followed each other in lusty turns on her naked rump as she peered out the window at the spectacle below her.Her shrill screams of heated anal penetration could not match the terrified voices of the ill-fated slave-girls. Her quartet of eunuchs looked on in amused disbelief at her battered bottom reddened from spirited use by the strong muscular males.Crowds of onlookers milled in disorderly surges just beyond the palace gates. There were few females in the mob because females without male. On that note, I must have fallen asleep because I don't remember anything after that thought.When I awoke Saturday morning, I was tangled in the sheets and felt like I had been run over with a steam roller. I had a bitching headache; I was in a sour mood, and my mouth felt like George Washington's army had camped in it for a month.What did I do or have to eat or drink that gave me that sour mouth? I wondered what I could have done to feel this way. Well, lying in bed wasn't going to change my.