5 comments/ 54631 views/ 18 favorites The Great Copulation By: Learningfast Guthrun was 19, and a few months. In the time-measures of those days, she was of age 254 new-moons. Her mother had kept her away from temptation, especially men, so that an advantageous match would be made in due course. But Mamma's plan was about to go wrong. Guthrun's family lived very many years ago, on the west coast of an island off the continent not yet known as Europe, but gradually coming under the control of a violent empire centred on a city called Roma. There were no countries, as such, anywhere on that continent: only tribes, communities, language-groups and trading partners. Guthrun's people called themselves the Family of Sedonda, and they occupied a long stretch of the west coast of an island that Roman invaders would eventually name Britannia. It would take five days of steady walking and horse riding to cover the Family's territory along a coastline with many estuaries, inlets and tiny islands. And the Family made its livelihood from fishing, coastal farming and trading around neighbouring coasts, islands and seas. The Sedonda did not regard themselves as a tribe: they were more civilised, sophisticated, better organised and led than a mere tribe. They were a Family. No one knew who Guthrun's father had been; not even her mother, for certain. She had been an affectionate and sensuous young woman herself all those years ago. He was probably a dairy farmer, since that was the dominant occupation in Brymburgha, at the southern end of Sedonda territory. Actually, no one was sure who Sedonda had been. Some said he was a fierce warrior that had conquered the lands now occupied by the Family. Others said she was a prolific mother [beautiful, of course] who had given birth to dozens of strong sons, who had then roamed the world for wives and mothers of the new nation. The Family was governed by myth and legend. There was no doubt that Guthrun was a beauty. In fact, she was the most attractive young women in the Family, and everyone agreed who met her; or had simply heard about her. Her hair was raven-black and shone like the starry night sky. Her face was a picture of human perfection; shapely nose, bright and wide eyes, full lips that smiled and spoke with animation, a throat that a man may almost hold with one hand. Guthrun also had adopted the figure style since her childhood of wearing a broad horse-leather belt at her waist; closed with buckles at the front and laced to tightness with hardened leather thongs through metal eyes at the back. So her waist was small by comparison with her hips; and with other women. Her breasts were perfect for a young virgin, strong and shaped upwards, with small dark nipples and needed no support from the usual chest girdle used by other women at the time. Her skin was the colour of milk from one of the family's goats. Such a beauty; and her mother was proud to have given her life. But Mamma's plan for Guthrun was about to go wrong. The chieftain of the Family was known as the Dwysoch, meaning the Father of the Family. In modern times, this title can be seen still in the Welsh word Tywysog, meaning Prince; and the Irish leader, the Taoiseach. Their Dwysoch had reached the age of 500 new-moons, without a living son. Such a situation had not arisen for three generations, but now precipitated a crisis in Family leadership. Accordingly, Dwysoch had declared that the Family should employ the process of Gurt Trwytho. Guthrun's mother was dismayed. Literally the name implied a great impregnation, a great fathering, and she knew that this was a way to procreate the next Dwysoch. Girls and young women were selected to engage in a great copulation with many men from within the Family. This was the Sedonda version of democracy; with so many men involved, it was impossible to say who was the father. Many men could claim to be the father of Dwysoch, and thus that special honour was shared around the whole family. Sometimes, the Gurt Trwytho was called humorously the Gurt Tranken: the great soaking or drenching. Guthrun's mother did not know why this term was used but she found the idea not at all humorous. It had not happened in her parent's time, or even in her grandparents'. And now her beautiful daughter would not marry a notable landowner or trader or great warrior; which had been the mother's plan. Even if Guthrun did not become pregnant, which high-status man would want a wife who had copulated already with a 5 or 10 other men; and maybe 20 or 30 other men? Who knew how many it would be? Accordingly, twenty young women, all virgins, were chosen from all the females in the Family; aged between 240 and 300 new-moon. And, of course, Guthrun was chosen because she was well-known to be of an age that made her a potential baby-maker. The fact that she was also known for her great beauty ensured that many men would be happy to impregnate her if possible. The Gurt Trwytho was popular, as one might expect, but required massive organisation. This was placed in the hands of the Guardians, the main legal personages of the Family, and the Handmaidens to the Dwysoch. The roles of these Handmaidens was as contentious then as it has been among historians ever since. Were they concubines, or housekeepers, or nannies for prospective children, or secretaries and organisers? No one knew and no one asked, in case it opened a serious question on the lifestyle of the Dwysoch. One moon later, the day came when Guthrun's mother was ordered to deliver her daughter to the Dwysoch-Harstell at Clyvalla, at the northern extreme of Sedonda territory. In modern language: the Chieftain's Hall at Cleveleys. It involved five sunrises of hard travel, with two perilous estuary-crossings; renowned for their cross currents and sudden tidal surges. When Guthrun reached the Hall, she was the tenth to arrive and she knew some of the young women; distant cousins Aoife and Moirin; and neighbour Uinagh. None of them knew what to expect, except that sexual penetration would be required, and they spoke excitedly about the ritual; and not without some trepidation since they were all virgins. They did not wait long in their ignorance. Early in the morning, all were ceremonially bathed by the Dwysoch's Handmaidens, and told they could wear one item of clothing. Otherwise, they were led naked to the Dwysoch-Harstell. Aoife tried to wear her petticoat that but was refused; so she chose her neck-scarf. Moirin chose her hat, which she thought showed off her hair and her height. Of course, Guthrun chose her broad leather belt and pulled it a little tighter to exaggerate her waist. Other young women selected shoes or necklaces or bangles; all of which were permitted. But nothing that covered hips or buttocks. All twenty were taken to the special Hall and each was instructed to kneel on a narrow padded bench facing a wall in a large room. Guthrun was leaned forward against a padded support between her breasts and down her torso. Then instructed to place her hands on two shelves in front of her knees. To her consternation, her knees were parted as far as she could manage and strapped to the bench. Also, her shoulders were strapped to the front support and her wrists to the front shelves. Effectively, she was spread out like a frog. She could not move at all and she rebelled. "Nay, gadiwch i mi fynd. Mae hyn codi ofn i mi," she burst out in her local Celtic dialect. "No, let me go. This scares me." "Fy annwyl, ei fod ar gyfer eich diogelwch eich hun," the elderly Handmaiden started her attempt to comfort Guthrun. "My dear, it is for your own safety. Trust me. The men may push you around a little, otherwise. Rest now and be easy. I shall be here to watch and help you if you need me." And she kissed Guthrun's forehead, as an aunt or grandmother might do. Guthrun was not very much comforted and looked along the line of women; each also strapped into the same kneeling position. About four strides apart, and each in her own mating-frame. Aoife was crying out loud. Uinargh had her head down on the front support, her shoulders rising and falling with her silent sobs. These sights did not reassure Guthrun at all. And then Guthrun's entire wooden frame was raised and tipped forward, so that her bottom was higher than her shoulders. And she could hear all the other mating-frames being tipped forward at the same time. After less than a few heartbeats, a door opened behind the women, and a crowd of people came silently into the Hall. She could not see the crowd but detected that there were many. She did realise, though, that these people would be confronted with twenty raised bottoms, vulvae, widely-spread thighs, upturned feet and almost nothing else. It was the custom in Gurt Trwytho that as many men could copulate and attempt to impregnate as many young women as they wished. The first boy-child to be born would be the next Dwysoch and his mother would become immediately the Dwyshona: the Royal Mother, and would be privileged for the rest of her life. So copulating with more than one woman gave a man a sense that his seed was more likely to create the next chieftain. At that time, no one knew that women produced eggs in their bodies and that men's role was simply to fertilize them. It was generally believed that a man planted seed in a woman, like a farmer does in the field. Guthrun looked to one side and saw a queue of men, mostly naked but some still wearing their short shirts, forming behind the first girl in the line; named Dervla and she knew her a little from their childhood. The queue seemed to be 6 or 8 men. Then she looked the other way and saw a queue of 10 or 11 men behind a stranger whom she knew was named Luagha. And so it seemed behind each of the twenty virgins: between 5 and 15 men, say. At this point, one of the Handmaidens came in front of Guthrun and whispered in her ear, "I'm so sorry, my dear, this is going to be very difficult for you. Just be calm like the water of a deep pool and try to be serene like that swan on that pool. There are many men who want you." She did not tell Guthrun that the queue behind her upturned body was maybe 500 of the 620 men who had been selected by lots to take part in the Gurt Trwytho. Guthrun's attractions were famous among the entire family of the Sedonda. The men were all standing behind a woven fence, maybe ten strides from the girls, when another man appeared. He also was naked but he wore a hat with a plume that indicated his office. He was the official "breaker of hymens" and was chosen specially by his personal attributes. He was at least 400 new-moons of age, no children of his own, and married for at least 100 moons to the same woman. Also he was required to have a good reputation for gentleness and honesty. He was called The Breaker. This particular man was new to the office, of course, since Gurt Trwytho had not taken place for two previous generations. It was his job to gently and with as little trauma as possible to deflower each of the virgins, but not to spray his seed inside any of them. At the end of the row was another woman, specially employed, into whom he was allowed to empty his body any way he wished, once his hymen-breaking duties were accomplished. Starting at Dervla, he spread some honey mixed with goose-grease onto her labia; stood up close to her and slowly let his member penetrate her. For some seconds all was silent in the Hall, until Dervla let out a shriek as he stretched her hymen to tearing point. At that point, he impaled her fully and she slumped onto the breast board supporting the front of her body. Now all the girls knew what he was going to do to each of them. The Breaker moved onto the second girl, named Sabhinagh. As he did the queue behind Dervla was allowed forward and one-by-one they took hold of her legs of waist or buttocks or ankles, and thrust themselves into her. Dervla's gang-impregnation was under way; she was silent although the men were grunting and occasionally whooping in their excitement and their ejaculations. Guthrun's interest became very much more self-centred as the Breaker reached her. Mamma had not mentioned anything to Guthrun about her hymen or the need for it to be broken before sex; so the next few minutes were an ordeal, as you will imagine. With deliberately gentle touch, the Breaker daubed his lubricant between her legs and she could sense the slickness and the coolness. Then she felt a little pressure on the spot where her moon-blood left her. She could tell that he was separating her labia with his member and felt the stretch of her tissues. She could feel that the bulbous end of his member was almost inside her but something was stopping his progress and she became tense as the tightness increase. With no warning, her body gave way and to his pressing and she felt simultaneously both a searing pain as her hymen ripped, and also a sense of fullness as he thrust deep into her. The second of these sensations gave her an unexpected pleasure as she felt the bulge inside and the swelling of her own organs responding to his movements. The thought passed through her brain, amid the conflicting sensations, "This makes me a woman – no longer a child." As gently as in all his actions, the Breaker withdrew from her and momentarily she was disappointed. She felt empty in a way that was new to her. Similar to the experience of the strong effective enema that Mamma gave her sometimes: a mixture of camomile, rhubarb and peppermint juices. Now she felt empty in a similar way but not the same. She felt a strong desire to refill the space, which never happened with an enema. But Guthrun had only a few moments for these thoughts and sensations. Without warning, her thighs were grasped and she felt the urgent thrusting of a different male member into her labia, into the new opening and into her insides. This man was bigger than the Breaker and stretched her more. He filled her more and pressed on organs of which she knew nothing; her cervix, uterus and her intestines, especially. Then this man began moving more urgently and speedily. Thrusting strongly into her, and pulling her body about as he sought better and bigger sensations for his pleasure. Guthrun was lifted as far as her bonds would allow. The leather of the straps dug into her thighs, her ankles and her shoulders as this man tried to lift her from the bench; which was impossible, of course. But he tried so hard, that Guthrun felt she was being separated into her limbs and torso. Her head flopped about on the end of her body as this man tried to throw her around. Her eyes were wide open and seemed about to pop out from her face. She thought she could feel him in her throat; pressing against her tongue. No; he was in her chest, pressing on her lungs. Then her head began to feel inflated; he must be pumping up her head in some way. "Oh, our God protect me," she prayed silently, "he will explode me. He will kill me." She drew a mental image of the massively inflated dying sheep in her father's flock that had swallowed poisonous mushroom or eaten too much bracken. She was grunting and on the point of screaming. Then he was finished with her. She felt his surge at the last thrust and the squirt of hot fluid inside her. He relaxed his hold on her thighs and slowly withdrew, with a great sigh. Guthrun gave a great sigh also but, of course, wondered what was to come next. Down the line, one of the women shrieked and shouted, "No" but her cry was cut short. Guthrun looked that way and saw a Handmaiden placing her hand across the mouth of one named Gwenhwyfyr. With hardly a second to wonder about herself, another man entered her and took his hold on her thighs. His treatment of Guthrun was much the same as the previous man. She knew what was happening and felt relief again as he withdrew, having pumped his load of eggs into her body; as she thought. Guthrun pondered on her situation and her appearance at the Gurt Trwytho. She knew that she was chosen because of her attractions, but was surprised to realise that none of these men could see her face or her breasts, and certainly not her beautiful hair. From their view, she was merely an upturned bottom and female parts, with a thigh sticking out to either side. She felt demeaned for the first time in this ritual; as if she herself, the beautiful Guthrun, didn't matter at all. Only her opening from where the baby would come. But even in that she was wrong. The next invader smeared her with the authorised grease but entered her anus and rectum instead. This was a serious shock to Guthrun, who had no experience of normal procreation; let alone the practise of buggery. This man was small, so the physical shock was less than it might have been. Years later, she surmised his entry into her tight little brown hole came from his inability to fill her vagina. Whatever the reason, this man thrust his member into her entrails for a long time; longer than either of the previous men. And eventually he grasped her thighs more strongly, took deep breaths with groans in his throat, and finally pumped his seed into her intestines. Guthrun felt less in sensations from this ejaculation, although there had been more at the opening and just inside her rectal area. She did not know what to think about this. Why so much sensation from an action that would not produce babies? She had no answer, but determined to explore the sensations if the same thing were to happen again. What shall we say? In the first day, Guthrun gave release to about 75 men. By the time the sun set and darkness began to descend, the Guardians and the Handmaidens needed to make certain decisions about Guthrun and her queue of potential fathers. "We cannot limit the number of men; you know that. They are all eligible. It is the law from many generations past," said the senior Guardian. "But this girl may not survive the Trwytho," objected one of the Handmaidens, "are we ready to announce a death in the search for the son of the Dwysoch?" "Surely it is not so perilous for her," queried another Guardian, "you Handmaidens are there to prevent violence or cruelty, surely." "There are six of us and there are over 600 men. Tell me how we shall control the Trwytho if violence breaks out, or disagreements in the queue for this girl." "I fear there is nothing we can do at this time. If there is violence or other unpleasantness, then we can take action with the Dwysoch's household guard if necessary," the senior Guardian spoke again, "That is the end of this discussion. The Gurt Trwytho will continue immediately." And so Guthrun's insemination continued at the rate of about six men every hour. None of the Guardians or the Handmaidens did any calculation but clearly Guthrun would be accepting men for some days and nights. Without respite, or rest, or cleaning. And how should she be fed and offered drinks with hundreds of men queuing to enter her and pull her around? The question was left unanswered. Back in the Hall, all the women and girls, except Guthrun, had finished their obligations to the men; and left to return to their homes and their mothers in most cases. But Guthrun remained and her body continued to accept men by the dozens, and ultimately by the hundreds. Early in her impregnation, she noticed distinct types of men and classes of behaviour. Rough men, noisy men, fat men, tall men, gentle men, quick men and slow men. But also she began to experience a different outcome to the visitations by some men, such as this one: he was perhaps the twentieth man in the queue. He entered her with no hesitation and pumped back and forth for about 100 breaths and suddenly, without warning or reason, withdrew and poured his jet of seed onto Guthrun's back and neck. He was the first but not the last, and raised a question in Guthrun's dazed mind: Why not lay his seed in her body? Did he dislike her or fear her or gain some special pleasure from humiliating her in this way? The Great Copulation During the next 4 days, this would happen many times. Many many times, and Guthrun began to realise the meaning of Gurt Tranken. She became drenched from her toes, high in the air behind her, to the top of her head down near the floor; totally covered in slippery creamy man-juices, smelling strongly towards the end as it dried on her skin. Until her hair was glued to her head and her face; and her skin became stiffened. Also, some of the men found a few moments to relieve themselves by emptying their bladders over Guthrun. Every so often, she would feel the warm flow and get the tingling sensation in her nostrils from another pungent bladder-full of male urine. This mixed with the drenching of the seed juices, and she became utterly and completely soaked over every inch of her body. Her beautiful hair hung down to the floor, acting as a kind of wick-drain for the many liquids with which her body had been drenched. Also, Guthrun's body was filled with sperms and other juices. Her vagina and uterus was invaded and overflowed so many times. When she took a deep breath or coughed, a jet of these liquids would be shot from her baby opening. And her rectum and colon became filled. She found herself trying desperately to restrict her anal sphincter in case she let loose a long spurt from the centre of her body. Somehow, she felt that would be shameful and she did all she could to hold in the contents of her bowels; not successfully. On more than one occasion, such a jet shot out from her and splashed the next man in the queue, or onto the floor of the Hall. In only a few hours, this squirting flow ceased to be brown in colour and became clear-and-milky instead. She had been utterly cleaned out. But none of the men seemed to notice: their intentions were clear and intense. Getting inside Guthrun, and depositing their seed-juices in her or on her, was all that mattered to all these men. The Handmaidens found a way to feed Guthrun from time to time with morsels and little drinks. Every few hours, perhaps every 25 men, these small portions were brought to her head; lying as it was below the level of her torso. The Handmaiden would wipe Guthrun's face and help her to feed by hand, as if she were a small child or a pet-dog. And all the while men would be banging into her lower parts, squeezing her thighs, holding her ankles, and always the constant flow of seed-juice into her body – or over her back and head. A few men found her small waist and clung onto it as they bucked into her. They used her leather-bound waist as a handle to thrust her constrained body backwards onto their erections. Her waist was held and squeezed and, inevitably, someone leaned forward to tighten the hard leather lace at her back. And so her waist became attenuated even further. By the end of the second day, the broad belt was closed completely which reduced her waist by a hand-span; in modern terms by 20 centimetres. Of course, this added to her discomfort and her plight in the eyes of the Handmaidens. It also reduced her colonic capacity, so that the periodic jets of sex juice from her anus became increasingly common with the passage of hours and days. Just as inevitably, there came a time when two men came to her together. The first, the shorter, occupied her baby-space. The second, much taller with long legs, strode over her hips in front of the first, and entered her dung hole. He did so slowly and in rhythm with the first, so that Guthrun became aware of their joint presence in her body; rather than being shocked by the double invasion. To her surprise, Guthrun, who had never heard of such a thing, found this double occupation strangely stimulating. To say that she took pleasure would be too much; but she accepted it as not-unpleasant and found her entire body moved around and gave her new sensations that did not shock or pain or disgust her. The two men seemed to be aware of the potential damage that may be caused to this young woman, and treated her gently and with smooth movements. During her time in the Gurt Trwytho, this multiple penetration happened repeatedly and she came to expect it. And not to dread it. On a few occasions, she could not help but speak or cry out, "Yei. O yei" that is "Yes. Oh yes." This was taken as a great encouragement by the two men occupying her body; who bucked and shagged even more vigorously into her. By the end of the third day, Guthrun was asleep much of the time. Or, at least, that was the Handmaidens' opinions. Of course, she was unconscious: not at all the same thing. Every time she regained consciousness, the same sensations of being invaded and filled met her awareness; and she became immediately aware also of the pulling and thrusting on and inside her body. And she felt the drenching of the flooding man-juice as it flowed out of her openings, and covered her body in jets of spent seed. The warm flows of urine over her body also continued whether she was asleep or awake. Another conference between Guardians and Handmaidens became necessary. "This girl's man-crowd is getting bigger again," complained one of the Handmaidens, "Some who finished with other women are now joining this crowd. And others in her crowd have come back after resting. What shall we do? Her mating will go on forever if we allow it. Men will just keep rejoining her crowd" "The rules of Gurt Trwytho do not cover this matter," replied the Chief Guardian, "But clearly we must not allow it to become endless. My brothers, what do you suggest?" he turned to the other Guardians. "When one is finished with her, he rests and come to her again," replied one. "My friend, that is obvious. Brethren, how do we prevent this Trwytho from becoming endless?" it was not the practice of the Chief Guardian to ask for the advice of women, nor part of his culture. The eldest Handmaiden was becoming exasperated by the lack of understanding among these men. "There are plainly TOO MANY MEN FOR THIS WOMAN," she was shouting and the Guardians were not accustomed to have a woman raise her voice in their presence. "They will BURST HER WIDE OPEN," she continued, "They will break her into pieces. She will die from their handling. She will die from simple exhaustion. This is meant to be a joyful ceremony to make the next chieftain but you will TURN IT INTO MURDER." She collapsed sobbing with her face in her hands. Another Handmaiden spoke out for the first time, "You men have not seen her. She will drown in man-seed. Her body is utterly full of seed. Her eyes, her brain, her entrails, her heart for all I know. SHE IS BURSTING WITH MAN-SEED. No woman should be made to endure a mating in this way. Those men are just emptying themselves into her and all over her. It is wicked and SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED." She also slumped forward in her seat, sobbing, and with her face in her hands. The room fell silent. But undoubtedly a decision needed to be taken and the Chief Guardian was not chief for nothing. He made a decision. "The Dwysoch's guard must now close this crowd. From this moment, all men who finish with her must leave the Hall. It will not be permitted for any man to rejoin the crowd. Brother Kallyn, please arrange this matter immediately." The meeting ended. Within a few minutes, the guard arrived and expelled men from the Hall when they had finished with Guthrun. This would not be a popular process but the guards were strong men, purposeful and not amenable to arguments. A little unpleasantness broke out among the growing group of men outside the Hall, and there were injuries. One or two of them had brought their own weapons; clubs, knives and sickles. These men did not survive any attack on the guards; so there were some deaths also. Guthrun knew nothing of these events. Eventually, her ordeal came to an end but even the last man was memorable. He was exceedingly tall and thin but with a male-member much larger than other men. In thickness, his was the same as his wrist. In length, it was the same as Guthrun's forearm. His entrance into her was as traumatic as the very first she had experienced four days before. He thrust himself against her cervix and could have invaded her womb if she had been more loose in her organs. For the first time, at this last stage, Guthrun could not contain her pain and panic. "No! Help me!" she shouted. But a Handmaiden appeared at her head and clamped a hand across her mouth. "My dear, you must be silent or say Yes; but never No. It is the rule." This man filled her more than any other man and she remembered his assault on her body, for many months afterwards. He filled her baby-spaces utterly; pressing her belly against the padded support on which she rested. For a moment during his movement, she wondered how he would feel in her cleaned-out and slippery dung-hole, and up into her guts, where she could accommodate his full length. It was with genuine regret that she realised he would not do this to her. His seed-jet was copious and powerful; she could feel every jerk of his muscles and the pumping of his seed vessels. As his body left hers, he spoke to her in a whisper in the now-silent Hall, bending forward over her contorted body, "I am Eddryz of Taaltwnha. Make my son, I beg of you." And so it came to an end. A total of 632 erections had poured seeds onto or into Guthrun, many of them twice and some thrice. She was truly and greatly drenched. The Handmaidens released her from the bench and carried her to a warm room and a copper tub. On the way, her tight belt was removed by a Handmaiden who brought a pair of shears to cut through the leather thongs at the back. Her waist was wrinkled, stained and remained tiny for a long time after removal of the belt. Then she lay in the warm and scented water for many hours until her skin was cleansed and became wrinkled with the water's contact. Her hair was washed with the most expensive perfumed cleanser that could be obtained in those parts. She was helped to dry and dress, take a proper meal and drink a fortifying tankard of mead. And so to her mother's house, under the escort of one of the Guardians and a Handmaiden. Within a few weeks it became clear the Guthrun was with child. Accordingly, a Handmaiden was despatched from the Dwysoch's village to take care of her throughout the gestation. After 263 sunsets, she was delivered of a boy-child; the first of all the Gurt Trwytho women; and so she became the Dwyshona, the Royal Mother, at age 263 new-moons. The coincidence of these two figures was interpreted by the Family Soothsayer as highly significant and auspicious. Guthrun and her mother moved to the Royal Halls, as permanent and lifetime guests of the Dwysoch. Her son was named Sedondorix: King of the Sedonda Family; not imaginative but accurate. Technically, Guthrun became the wife of the living Dwysoch, but he had no interest in her once the son was provided. And so Guthrun was betrothed to a man of her choice. She spent two years finding the man and eventually chose Eddryz in the settlement at Taaltwnha, the last of those that had entered and filled her at the Gurt Trwytho. His strength and his stallion-size intrigued and attracted her in a way she could not explain. She wanted him again and for him to fill her body in every way. Already, even before their betrothal, her mind was planning how to open herself sufficient to accept his member without his tearing her to shreds or bursting her wide open. Of the other women present at Gurt Trwytho, six more came with child. They included her friends. Each of Aoife, Dervla, Gwenhwyfyr, Móirín, Rhiannon and Uinagh gave birth in due course; but all later than Guthrun. Of their six babies, one was stillborn, three were girls and the remaining two were boys. These became brothers to Sedondorix and claimants to the Dwysoch-status, in proper successive order of birth of course, in the event of her son's demise. But that is not the end of Guthrun's story. Her husband, Eddryz, had friends who lusted after Guthrun, who remained a beautiful and mature woman. Complete with her small waist after her confinement was over; as she donned her wide belts once more. Eddryz made the suggestion that she could "entertain" his friends from time to time; and she did not decline. The memory of multiple penetrations was strong in her head, and she accepted that she should try out the same again. She determined that she would accommodate the friends of her choosing; not those selected by Eddryz, and he agreed. Guthrun's sexual history and her exploits in accommodating groups of men may have started at the Gurt Trwytho but did not cease with her formal marriage to the Dwysoch, nor her actual marriage to Eddryz. Her plans and her body-training became the foremost thoughts that passed through her imagination from the moment she chose him. But that is a story for later. Before long, the Sedonda Family vacated their territory. Within three more generations, they fled from the violent armies of that empire in Roma, rather than submit to a foreign culture and an uncivilised conqueror. They moved en masse in their fishing and trading boats, to the nearest coast of another large island in the direction of the setting sun. Even today, their descendants can be found on the long eastern coast of Éirinn. It is not known when the ritual mass-impregnation of young women was discontinued; but stories of the Gurt Trwytho and Guthrun still circulate in those branches of the Family that recognise their roots.