A Test

Amy felt the ropes around her wrists and ankles slacken as she was untied from the bed. At the same time, she felt her asshole finally close itself off, still smarting from the beating it had just recently survived. The pillow below her hips was removed and Amy relaxed into the wet spot she had created on the bed, feeling the wet cloth of the bed on her pussy and mound.

"Listen here cow." Came the master's voice. "You're going to get yourself to your feet, off to your left. Real careful like. Got it."

"Yes master." She replied weakly, worn out from the fucking.

Slowly, Amy shifted herself to her right, moving carefully as not to upset the delicate hold her asshole had on itself. The master did not make empty threats on his own farm, and she was afraid of what would happen to her if she let some of his precious load leave her.

First her left foot, then her right felt the wooden floor as she swung her legs slowly over the bed. When she had her front half resting on the bed and her rear hanging off of it, she heard him say "Stop,"

"I want you to put your hand between your legs and cover your asshole little lady. Then you're going to squat down real low, like you did when you whelped, and hold it while I count to five. Do you understand me?"

"Yes master." She replied again, puzzled by his request.

Amy shifted down so that she was in a deep squat, one hand underneath her with her fingers covering her raw little asshole, palm over the pussy she was sure was going to accept one of the master's children. The other steadied herself on the end of the bed, gripping the soft mattress.

Amy was blinded as the darkness of her blindfold was replaced by glaring lights, shining directly at her. As her eye's adjusted, Amy became vaguely aware of her surroundings and the sound of the master counting.

"One"

She saw the clean white sheets, now soaked through where her pussy had gushed at the thought of carrying the master's child.

"Two"

She saw stands at each corner of the bed which held cameras, pointing down at her, mocking her with the little red light that indicated that they were still recording.

"Three"

She saw the lights on the ceiling illuminating the other men in the room, with the final one directly across from her, holding another camera as it recorded her face as she realized what was happening.

"Four"

She saw the stands above her, arrayed in rows of three around the small depression that the bed, lights, and camera crew occupied in the room. Filled with a dozen men in the garb of half a dozen different cultures.

"Five"

The face of the master as he stood beside the camera man in front of her, eyes staring lustily at her, anticipating what would happen next.

Lets see your hand cow. I want to know how much you respect your owner.

Amy slowly removed her hand from her ass and pussy, raising it up in front of her. Seconds seemed like hours as her had travelled past her clit, untouched for three months since she'd give birth, past the faint stretch marks that were the only visible sign she'd fulfilled her accidental purpose, past her navel which had been filled with the cum that had run out of her mouth or pussy as she'd been filled for hour after hour on the ships breeding racks, until finally she held her hand in front of her eyes, and she realized what the immediate future held for her.