Call the guards and dismiss her!

Her tiny form quivers with exhaustion on your lap. She has given herself fully and completely to her Master.

As it should be.

"YOU HAVE DONE WELL, MY PET..."

The **** of your praise causes the girl to melt into your arms. She weeps with joy against your chest. You are careful to protect her full stomach and cradle her to you for several minutes. The bubbling of your seed within her is ceaseless. You know a war is waging inside her belly but you don't deny her a few moments with you. She's earned that at least.

Silently you count out a full minute. You would wait longer but your time is too precious.

You stir beneath her and unlock the chain from her collar. With a bellowing command, you summon the guards to collect her. Two Amazonian soldiers arrive immediately and grab her slack form and drag her away. The girl gives one final longing look at you over her shoulder before disappearing out the door. She will be taken to the infirmary for recovery and eager to serve again within a few days.

Time to take on the day!