Jenny and Douglas and Ahmad

"Mmm, this feels good, Dougie," Jenny purred, immersing herself into the hot bath. Douglas said nothing, rubbing her feet and ankles. She was pregnant once more -- a fourth child, to replace the three that had been taken from Ahmad.

"I saw my sister, the other day, did you know?" Jenny asked.

"I didn't, my lady," Douglas said formally.

"She was out in that homeless tent city. Getting ridden like a mule by three, four men. Quite obscene really. Aren't you glad you're here, worshipping a goddess?" Jenny said, her lips curling.

"Of course," Douglas said.

"Of course, it wasn't without sacrifice was it? Those big ole balls of yours, gone. Can't have you getting stiff around a Muslim's woman. But that's your place now, my sweet eunuch. Now let those eyes feast to your heart's content. It is all one like you can do."

Douglas gulped, rubbing her ample thighs and breasts and ass ... neutered where it counted.