[PackagedStories.net] Amber In a Box by MrBondskin

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Part 1: The Arrival

The box was finally pried open. All the partygoers leaned forward with their

martini and brandy glasses in hand. A slight muffle was heard through all of

the styrafoam blocks. The well-dressed man to whom this crate was addressed

rummaged through the crate and the styrafoam like a kid rifling through a

giant Cracker Jacks box. The guests peered in for a closer look. The gasps

were audible as his blue-blooded friends and colleagues focused on the form

beyond the foam.

It was a beautiful girl, no more than 18, arranged perfectly in the center

of the cube that had been her cell for two shipping days. The gasps were not

so much for the fact that the contents were human, but rather reflecting the

manner of her packaging. The teenager's mouth was wide open, but filled with

a metal dildo which was mounted to the inside wall of the crate. A set of

rubber guards, not unlike a mouthpiece worn by ahtletes, capped both sets of

teeth. A large metal ring descended from her nose, pierced right at the

septum. The ring dangled low enough to rest against the thick shaft of the

metal dildo. Unseen was a tiny breathing tube that ran through the middle of

the dildo. One open end of the tubing reached for outside air through a tiny

hole in the crate itself; and the other open of course was held firmly

inside the teenager's mouth.

Further defoaming revealed more of the girl's svelte physique, and the

remainder of her body's strict bondage. She wore no clothes, if you do not count the obvious accessories needed to restrain her limbs. On her left

breast, a white Post-It note was literally pinned on her with a two-inch long needle. The note simply read in red letters: Slave's name upon

delivery, Amber. The man removed the pin rather quickly, eliciting a wimpish moan from the girl. Only her tight blindfold prevented everyone from seeing the new tears forming in her eyes.

"Quickly Charles, do pass the note around," a voice said coming from the couch. It was a man much older than the upholstery he was seated on, holding

a brandy elegantly in his palm. With his free hand, he flicked with his

pointy mustache and pleaded with his associate, "And for God's sake,

Charles, get out of the way. We all want to get a good look at her."

Charles removed the pin from the terse note and passed it to the tenders

fingers of his fiancee, Miss Leonia. Then he took two steps back to allow

others to see inside. His head tilted like some curious dog, trying to both

fix his view and figure out her various predicaments.

Slave Amber's arms were bent at the elbow behind her back, and both of her

limbs fit snugly into a fully laced black armbinder. The ring at the end of

the binder was pulled straight back to the wooden wall facing her ass. An

eyebolt had been secured into the crate and the armbinder ring was padlocked

to the metal ring of the bolt. Amber's back was drawn up into an awkward

arch as her knees were forced up under her body. A leather strap was tied at

the bend in her knees and that strap had two small chain links that

travelled north to connect with the slave's collar ring. Her unpadded collar

was made of an unforgiving plated iron. Around her neck their were obvious

signs that the box's movements could be felt painfully inside the crate

itself.

A larger dildo emerged from its position on the opposite side of the crate.

Much of the metal dildo could be seen, but even more of it was plunged inside the girl's pussy. Even after days of shipping time, the self-charging

batteries could be heard humming inside the dildo. Charles looked closer. The dildo was vibrating just enough to keep her moist, but not nearly enough

to induce an orgasm. Taped along the shaft of the vaginal dildo was a thin

clear plastic tube. It ran from within her urethra, along the dildo, then

stapled carefully to the bottom inside of the crate, and finally ran up to the metal dildo, where the tube was again taped until it ran into Amber's

mouth. What the onlookers could not see was the amount of piss that the girl

had rotated from her own body, from pussy to mouth, over and again in the

last 48 hours.

Charles could see there something sitting firmly and widely in her anus. A

raised half inch of a plastic black dildo reared its shiny head. In truth,

it was more a plug filling up her asshole. The buttplug was shaped like a

huge acorn with tapered ends. Extending from the exterior of the buttplug was a small black tube leading to an oval pump. Though most in his crowd

might not be able to interpret the genius of this device, Charles knew that

the plug must enter the asshole as one size, and then, with a few pumps, the

plug doubled in girth once inside the pitiable victim. This plug also prevented the slave from shitting on herself in her travel box, try as she

might.

Charles turned to his small audience. He reached into his pocket and pulled

out the envelope that held a set of keys that had been sent overnight to him

separately. He jingled them for effect and got the attention of all.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the dessert has finally arrived."

Part 2: The Bath

After an hour of carefully extracting Amber from her small prison cell, her

situation had not improved drastically. She was hanging upside down in one

of many of the mansion's "playrooms." Her head was looking at hardwood floor

about 4 feet away. The slave's arms were still in the binder and now the

ring was drawn up to the wooden beams near the ceiling.

Everything else that held her in the box so securely had been removed, save

for the iron collar and the monstrous buttplug. Amber could feel the rumble

in her belly and intestines from the absolute need to relieve herself there.

Her eyes were wide with fear as Charles handed out different whip to his

party mates. She was whipped furiously by men and woman alike. It did not

take long to discover that while she was trained not to speak, Amber did

have a voice for screaming. The whip came crashing down on every part of her

naked body no less than 1000 times. She bucked and squirmed and wiggled with

each whiplash like some slinky worm baited off a fisherman's hook.

Charles lowered her exhausted body carefully down to the hardwood. His maids

came over and offered her a cup of water. She instinctively swallowed what

was trickled to her lips. Then she instantly spit it out when she tasted

that it was vinegar. Amber was covered in welts and tiny bruises. Her body

was covered in a coat of sweat, and she couldn't even lift her legs to move.

The trip had been long for this slave, so Charles ordered his maids to run

her a bath and personally clean every last inch of her.

Once in the warm water, Amber regained a little of her own strength. She was

surprised by the kindness of the maids as they lowered her into the roman

tub. It was large enough for three women, so the maids removed their short

skirts, frilly black and white tops, and high heels and slipped into the

pool of water as well. As Amber's eyes focused on the maids getting each

other wet, she realized that she was looking at a set of identical twins.

They had matching dark Betty Page hairstyles and each had identical deep

dark brown eyes to highlight their light brown Asian complexions.

Tai and Kai had smallish breasts but their perky nipples were accented by

gleaming silver on their nipples. Tai had both of her nipples pierced with

small silver rings, while Kai had her dark nipples pierced with silver bars

that ran horizontally. The contrasts were made in their clit rings as well.

Tai had a bright ring piercing her clit, and Kai had the silver bar. This

was evidently the method Charles used to tell the two apart. Amber had only

known the pain in her nasal septum piercing. So far, her primary master had

made no other piercing demands. But she was aware that when she was gifted

out to a fellow master, the permission to pierce Amber was made implicit

just by her arrival.

The lovely maids made their way to Amber's pain-wrecked body and slowly,

sensually applied their soapy sponges to her skin. When one maid was running

the sponge, the other was generally kissing or licking the newly arrived

slave. That's when Amber noticed the feel of something across her tongue.

Tai had her tongue pierced with a small ring that just extended over the

edge of her tongue. And of course, this meant that Kai had her lively tongue

pierced with a bar instead.

It was not difficult to momentarily forget her own pains, although Amber's

plugged ass was still rumbling. Rumbling loud enough for the Asian twins to

hear. Amber pleaded with the twins to let her remove the plug. Tai and Kai

looked at each other. They had been slaves for only six months, and clearly

they knew something of the agony she was experiencing. Amber was so

grateful. She kissed them both quickly before trying to raise her body up

out of the tub. When her fatigue was so obvious, the twins assisted her,

steadying her as Amber reached around to decompress the device in her ass.

Amber's arms were useless. They had been tied together in that box for so

long, she could still hardly feel them, let alone move them at will.

"Please, I need your help. I need you to help me pull it out."

With only a little hesitation, Kai reached back for the oval ball and found

the small red release valve. She let the air out very slowly, and even so, Amber was trying to stifle new tears with the reduction of pressure in her

rectum. Any movement period around her asshole was causing great discomfort.

Abruptly, Kai's wrist was grabbed and a fist full of her black hair was

pulled harshly back. It was Charles. He had come to check on the cleaning of

his new plaything. In seconds, Tai had dropped her position holding up Amber

and she dashed out onto the marble floor. Cold and wet she dropped to her

knees, bent her head down looking to the floor, with her hands firmly

clasped behind her back. Tai arched her back and exaggerated the thrust of

her petite breasts. Amber slid back into the water and just laid there, not knowing what to

expect from this new surrogate master. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw

a slippery wet Kai assume the same submissive position as her twin sister.

"I am so disappointed in you. All of you."

Charles reached for Amber and lifted her by the ring on her collar, hoisting

her perfectly rounded ass above the water. He readjusted the pressure valve

and squeezed the pump several times. Amber's screams could be heard by all

the drunken boozers and debutantes downstairs.

"I didn't give anyone permission to remove this, or even loosen it."

Then he turned his full attention to his submissive, and recently

disobedient Asian slaves. "You are so eager to disregard the established

rules. Since you two are so willing to help relieve this new slave, I'm

going to let you both enjoy the fruits of your labor."

Part 3: The Show

The guests had pulled up about 25 fold-out leather director's chairs and

they circled the young Amber as she hung from the ceiling. The slave's

wrists had been cuffed and connected to the chainlink, and most of her

body's weight was supported by her dainty wrists. The only other support

came from the leather restraints around her ankles. Each ankle was pulled

wide apart in opposite directions, exposing her sex for everyone to see. The

monstrous buttplug remained in her sore asshole, pumped even larger so that

it would not slip even the slightest inch with her legs spread to far apart.

Below Amber, not a two feet away from edge of her toes, lie the two

disobedient slaves, Tai and Kai. Master Charles had each girl wrapped up in

strict Shibari style rope bondage. Flat on their back, their wrists were

stretched down to their knees, and their ankles had been drawn back

painfully to the level of their elbows. They were lying with one ear

touching, their legs running in opposing directions, so that Tai's right

cheek touched Kai's right cheek. The breasts had been roped off and squeezed

fiercely by the constrictive ropes. Tai and Kai could just roll down their

eyes to see that their little breasts were already turning a shade of light

purple. The individual necks were chained down to the floor. Charles had

returned their collars and padlocked the D-rings to eyebolts that ran

everywhere along the floor of this playroom.

Directly above their faces, Amber's plugged ass squirmed and shook. The

pressure in her bowels was growing worse with every second. For some 2

hours, Charles let the crowd take this scene in. To make things a little

more interesting, Charles told his friends to piss on the Asian twins

whenever they walked by to freshen their drinks or pick up more finger food.

The older men with older bladders made much use of Tai and Kai. Aiming piss

right into their dark brown eyes, or shooting their voluminous piss directly

into one of the girl's mouths. Tai knew that she had better try to give the

appearance that she liked this behavior; she knew from past experience that

the Master would then "go easy on them". Tai and Kai could just turn their

faces toward one another, so Tai would try to engage her sister with

piss-shared kisses, but poor Kai could not disguise her disgust for the

piss, and she feared what she knew was ultimately coming next. Tai in the

meantime, would lick on the yellowed checks of her sister, and try to slurp

up any piss that flowed freely down Kai's cheekbone.

Charles handed his fiancee, the lovely Leonia, a small black box with a dial

on the face of it. Charles was preparing the thin electrical cords which

sprung from the box. He spliced the free ends and then approached his

borrowed slave. After wiping sweat from her nipples and breasts, Charles

took the copper ends of one wire and wrapped them tightly around her left

nipple. He repeated this wrapping with her right nipple. Checking for a

loose wire, he tugged hard on the thin wires, prompting loud moans and

numerous pleas from the hanging Amber. Her fingers had gone numb some time

ago, and she was losing the feeling in her arms next. Everyone in the room

could hear the rumbling in her ass.

Charles had his party come to attention again. He explained a little bit of

the boring science behind what his wife was holding, but once the demonstration commenced, no one had a difficult time figuring out that

Amber's tits were being shocked by Charles beautiful fiancee. When the

electrical juice first hit Amber, her body appeared to jump to attention.

The setting was on Low, but the effect was still evident. All of her tight

stomach muscles contracted showing off her tremendous abdomenal tone. The

long lean muscles in her legs were revealed and the veins in her neck popped

up alertly.

Noting the jarring of her teeth, Charles waved for Leonia to rest the box

for a moment. A few seconds later, Charles was back with a thick rubber ring

gag for the slave's mouth. He had to step up on a chair to reach Amber's

face. Her head was tilted and looked almost lifeless. The jaws of her mouth

opened just enough to slide the ring gag inside. Charles wrapped the leather

around to the back of her head and looped the gag on tightly.

Leonia returned to her role as torturer. She rolled the dial to the setting

which said Medium. Amber's bladder instantly gave way, sending a wild

rollicking stream of piss down to the Asian faces below. Amber bucked in her

bonds, her toes curled and her fingers were stretched out until they

appeared to want free of her hand.

Everyone watching knew they were witnessing something unique. Finally,

Leonia twisted the setting to the last reading, High. Within seconds,

Amber's wrists and ankles were scraping fiercely against their restraints.

Amber's tongue was was doing somersaults in the circle of her ring gag.

Copious drool was running like a stream down her gag, over her chin, and

falling to her chest. One of the copper wires broke free from its shaky

hold, but Amber's body continued to convulse.

And then everyone heard a loud pop, much like a cork freeing itself of a

champagne bottle. Amber's buttplug exploded from her body and shot straight

to the hardwood floor, just missing Tai's helpless body. With the explosion

came the release of everything the plug had previously, and for more than 48

hours, held at bay. No

one seated could even make out the tears each sister was shedding out of

humiliation and disgust. Finally, the second set of wires dislodged from Amber's nipples. The

sweat-soaked slave stopped moving immediately, her head falling foward to

rest closer to her chest.

Part 4: The Afterhours

Breakfast was laid out beautifully on the table for Charles and his wife.

The maids usually did such a wonderful job, and this morning was exceptional. Charles knew their efforts must have been doubled as a result

of last evening's punishment.

As for the twin slaves, they were given their five minutes to eat also in

the kitchen. Their matching bowls were sitting on the black and white

checkered floor in the corner. Tai and Kai were in the customary hands and

knees position, with their tongues pressed deep into their dishes trying to

devour quickly every last morsel of the awful-tasting high-protein mush that

was their meal.

The sisters also wore their mandated morning maid outfits. Each girl was

clothed in black latex leggings, shiny opera gloves, 7-inch heels, a

micro-mini black latex skirt, with the neckline of the blouse cut away.

Their breasts were completely exposed, and their pierced nipples stood

straight up as the floor was usually cold to the touch. Rubber collars were

wrapped snug around their thin necks, with a single O-ring dangling toward

the floor. The Betty Page haircuts were highlighted by a frilly black and

white lacy French maid's tiara.

In a distant room of the mansion, those guests that wanted to stay over the

night continued the party. In fact, most of them had not slept at all during

the night and into the morning. It was an immaculate, gothic themed room

with an enormously tall and elaborate 4-post bed. With her collar chained to

one of the posts, Amber was the perfect all-night fuck toy for the excited

and energized guests. About ten men had used her body and every orifice over

the last 8 hours. She had been forced to swallow countless loads of cum, her

incredibly sore ass had been pummelled almost as frequently as her hairless

pussy. And more times than she cared to remember, her exhausted figure had

been squished into a sandwich by two to three men. Her mind tried to find

thoughts to carry her away especially when she had a cock gagging her mouth,

a second cock penetrating her pussy, and finally a third cock pushing its

way rather easily now past her anal ring and deep into her asshole.

Amber woke some hours later in a new confinement. Warm water was hitting her

face, and she struggled to see what was going on. She was in a brightly lit

room, where everything appeared to be made of a shiny silver metal. Two

bright flourescent lamps lit the entire room. It reminded her of a clinic.

The water finally stopped. She saw the smiling face of Master Charles enter

her view. She lifted her chin and rose to speak, but a black rubber ballgag

in her mouth reduced the sound to nonsense.

"You are in my little medical office, dear. I know you've been to the Ob-Gyn

before, so you'll recognize the stirrups holding your legs up and cold table

under your naked body. In a few hours though, I don't know if you will

recognize yourself."

Charles walked over to a metal table and he returned with a mobile cart

topped off with a hundred and one menacing surgeon's instruments. Amber

began to renew her struggles, only to find that leather restraints held her

ankles and wrists down to the medical chair. Charles continued to reorganize

the sterile metal tools.

"When your Master and I made the arrangements, as you know, there was a

sizable sum of cash and a plain contract involved. I remember the phrase,

something about, 'No permanent damage' being included somewhere. But after

all, what is the definition of 'damage' anyway? I don't remember that one

being clearly spelled out. You know what I was thinking? One person's damage

is another person's art. I mean, if an egg is cracked, sure it's damaged,

but now, the egg has the chance to become something else. A chance to be

modified, if you will. I know, it's a crude analogy, Amber, but I'm kind of

pressed for time."

Amber felt a prick at her arm, and she realized it was an injection. Charles

waved, almost playfully, as her drowsy eyelids flickered up and down.

"Sweet dreams."

Part 5: The Homecoming

Finally, Master John pried the 6 foot-tall crate open. As the wooden wall

came crashing down with a thunderous roar, thousands of tiny S-shaped

styrafoam pieces poured out. John was immediately at a loss for words.

Amber, his freshly trained slave had been returned from her weekend at

Charles mansion. And it was obvious that Charles had decided to make a few

alterations on his slave.

Amber was standing up in the box, screaming at top of her lungs, but the

complex gag held most of the sounds in check. Amber's eyes were filled with

tears. She had actually been crying off and on since she had awakened inside

the box. A harness gag was wrapped around her head, and the top ring of the

gag was padlocked to a D-ring fixed onto the top of the crate. An oversized

red ballgag was the centerpiece. And in the center of the gag, Charles had

drilled a hole for her breathing tube, which ran its way to the outside of

the crate, at least allowing her to breathe.

On her left cheek, the surrogate master had tattooed a small but very

noticeable red heart. Within the walls of the outline, the word SLAVE was

etched in calligraphy. Her ears had six additional rings on the semi-hard

cartilige. Amber's nose ring had been replaced by a more complex piercing.

On either side of the septum, a metal plate was situated. The metal plates

had two hollow circles which allowed for two rings to pierce through her

septum and hold the plates in place. The plates had been formed and then

welded, creating a permanent piercing. The inner ring was thinner and

smaller, while the outer ring was thicker and nearly touched Amber's top

lip.

Around Amber's neck, Charles had tattooed intricate Eastern Oriental designs

and symbols. They covered almost her entire neck. And what wasn't touched by

the permanent ink was covered by the unpadded iron collar. Charles had also made serious modifications of the slave's breast size. For

most of her life after puberty, Amber's breast size was a modest 36B. After

the implant surgery and subsequent 24 hours of saline injections, her chest

at this moment could be measured at 40DD. Charles knew of course that much

of the swelling would go down, but he wanted to impress John when she was

delivered first out of the box.

One of the reasons that Amber was screaming into her gag was the unnatural

and agonizing pain of the skin covering her breasts. She felt like she was

going to pop. Complicating that pain was the incredible throbbing in her

nipples. Her nipples had been pierced a total of three times each. The

deepest piercing was a bar that really went through the areola more than the

nipple. The second piercing was an ordinary ring, about one inch in

diameter, and the third piercing was a bar that almost struck the very tip

of her nipple. The two bars were connected, and the rods between them were

effectively stretching her nipples from her breasts.

Amber's arms were hidden behind her back, held together by the same

armbinder that Master John had delivered her with. When John pulled her free

of the box entirely, and removed the binder, he would see the

brightly-colored Dragon tattoo that started at Amber's right elbow, up her

arm, over her shoulder, down her spine, and rounding out over her right

asscheek. When Charles was completing this artwork, he hoped he would get

the chance to borrow Amber again in the future. His dream, among other

fantasies with Amber, was to extend the Dragon tattoo all the way down to

her little toe.

Amber was standing up in the crate, but not of her own free will. Her ass

was actually sitting on a metal dildo, held up by a 48-inch tall metal pole

bolted into the bottom of the crate. She could feel that she was impaled on

something, but her augmented breasts would prevent her from seeing just

what. The huge 8-inch dildo had tiny dull spikes around its surface, so

whenever the package moved, the dildo caused excruciating pain for the girl

inside. Even though her feet had been fitted with ballet boots, which forced

Amber to stand on her toes, her asshole could get little relief from the

constant presence of the metal invader. The ballet boots were made of a

shiny black latex material and they laced in the back, all the way up to

where her thighs met her pussy lips.

The teenager knew she was hurting all over, and her body was telling her

brain that the pussy held the most painful of all modifications. The hood of

her clit had been pierced with a small ring and that ring was connected to

the O-ring of her iron collar. Little slack was in that particular chain

link, so whenever she lifted her head up slightly, her hood hurt like hell. The clit itself had been pierced not once but twice with metal bars. And

along her swollen pussy lips, a series of 6 metals bars effectively sealed

her pussy shut. When she was finally reopened, Master John would discover

that her inner labia had been pierced closed by a series of 6 tiny rings.

John reached in and removed the Post-it pinned onto her left breast.

"Hope you like the changes. Thanks again, Charles.

P.S.--- Is Amber free next weekend?"

John looked up from the note, looked at Amber from head to toe, and smiled.

09.11.07