Amber's verdict

I stay still, like a gazelle hoping that the lion hasn't spotted her yet. Amber breaks up the silence by spitting onto my face. I'm stunned and aren't quite sure how I should react.

After a few fear-inducing moments of silence, I come to the conclusion that she is probably waiting for me to say or do something.

"Thank you," I say weakly, my voice still shaking from the sobs induced by my butt's suffering.

Amber snorts, her mouth twisting into an evil grin. "There's some potential here."

She says nothing more to me, then turns to the other pigs and snaps her finger.

Jess, who was so mean and domineering a minute ago, pathetically crawls towards the tiny blond trainer. In fact, all of the other sows also crawl out of their stalls. Over a dozen woman, all going from chubby to obese, crawl out of their hidey hole to come cuddle around their queen.

The stench is exhilirating, and it takes every once of my willpower not to shove my nose between the legs of every single one of these pigs.

"Are you ready to give up everything, sow?" Amber's voice cuts through me, making me shiver. "Your dignity, your freedom, your privacy, your humanity?"

I nod.

"SAY IT." Her surprisingly loud shout fills the barn and causes all the pigs to jump in fear. They all push their head to the ground, terrified of their mistress' anger.

"I'm ready to give up everything," I say, my voice loud and high.

"Good."

I'm telling the truth. I really am willing to give up everything, if it means I'll be one of Miss Della's barn whore. I am very excited for my new life.

"We might make a good pig out of you. Obviously, to be a good sow you'll need to get fatter. But don't worry, you'll be on the same diet as the other piggies. It won't take long until you're ripe and plump."

She pulls a baton out of a holster on her back, and the mere sight of it makes all the pigs flinch.

"Hang her," she orders.

My heart skips a beat, and I feel even more scared when several pigs come right to me, including Tina and Mary.

I debate fighting back, as I'm not too hot at the thought of getting hanged. But I also want to prove that I can be a good pig. So, I let the fat women take me, even though the blood draining from my face is probably a good indication of my current terror.

I feel great relief when a pair of manacles is clasped around my wrists and then connected to a chain coming from the celling. Getting hanged by the hand is better than by the neck. And, to make matters better, two girls whom I haven't talked to come and grab my legs, pulling them up and spreading them. They want to make it easier for Amber to inspect me, I guess.

Amber appraoches me, and I can't help but feel a certain admiration for this tiny fiery woman who managed to turn so many women into simpering beasts for her own pleasure.

The admiration turns back into fear and distress as she jabs her shock baton right onto my vulva.