"Amber In A Box" 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 Amber's nose ring had been replaced by a more complex piercing.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.
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