"Amber In A Box" 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 tender 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."
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