"Amber In A Box" 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 wigs 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.
Moreover, she was pissed on, shitted on, and made to drink the
yellowish-brownish collections made frequently to the toilet. And if someone
missed the toilet, more chain link was added between the post and her collar
and she was forced to lick up the mess made on the tile marble floor. It was
not until all of the guests had passed out and crashed somewhere in the room
that her torment stopped.
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."
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