"A diamond necklace? Wow, thank you Mrs. Jones! This will look great in my collection."

This must’ve been the 50th present that the spoiled girl opened that day.

Catherine could only guess though, as she sat inside of the dark, oversized birthday present.

She could hear the girl continuing to open presents, each one more lavish than the last - designer handbags, expensive jewelry, the latest electronics. It seemed this princess had received a lifetime's worth of presents for her birthday.

As she concentrated on not making any noise, Catherine’s mind went back to the previous two hours…

Sitting in the luxurious living room, her heart had raced as the three women continued their cruel preparations. They were determined to make her look "perfect" for whatever twisted plan they had in store. The brunette woman carefully applied makeup to Catherine's face, ensuring every detail was flawless. The redhead, with a twisted grin, ran a brush through the middle aged mother’s hair, meticulously styling it to their liking.

As the final touches were being made, the blonde woman approached Catherine, holding a pack of razors and shaving cream. "What do we think, ladies? Landing strip, or fully bald?" she asked, eliciting laughter from her two cohorts.

Without hesitation, they ordered Catherine to spread her legs to expose her pussy. She had always preferred a bit of hair in that area, but nothing that would be considered a full-blown “jungle”.

She’d never felt the hand of another woman down there. Without any kind of human decency, they applied a thick layer of cream right above Catherine's lips and began shaving, until only a small, heart-shaped patch of hair remained.

The shame and humiliation were overwhelming for the 41-year-old. She was being dolled up, just to be turned into a birthday present. Her dignity was being stripped away, layer by layer, as the women continued their cruel ministrations.

Finally, the moment of truth arrived. The women ordered Catherine to crawl into the birthday box. As she complied, the frightening blonde leaned in close, her breath hot on Catherine's ear. "Listen up," she whispered menacingly, "if I hear even the slightest noise from in there before the big moment, I'll make you fry." She emphasized her threat by tapping the shock collar around Catherine's neck.

A youthful voice brought her mind back to the present:

"What's this one?" Hailee asked impatiently, her voice filled with excitement as she approached the biggest of the countless packages.

"I thought we'd wait with this one for the big finale, but you know what? Go ahead, honey," the blonde woman, who seemed to be Hailee's mother, answered in a soothing tone.

The suspense was palpable, and Catherine could sense the all too familiar feeling of cold sweat forming on her back.

Hailee wasted no time in tearing into the gift. The sound of wrapping paper being ripped away filled the air, and the captive woman could hear the girl’s struggle of opening the thick cardboard walls of the box.

After several attempts, the young woman finally managed to pry open one of the sides. Catherine could hear the creaking and groaning as she put all her weight into it.

And suddenly, the cardboard gave in and flew open.

As Catherine's eyes adjusted to the bright light, the three women's excited faces came into focus. But it was the sight of Hailee that truly captivated her. The young woman's beauty was breathtaking, and Catherine couldn't help but be stunned by it, even in her frightened and disturbed state.

Hailee's long, brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft, wavy locks, framing her flawless face. Her eyes were a deep, rich brown, sparkling with a hint of mischief and a touch of arrogance. Her nose was slightly upturned, giving her an elegance that perfectly matched her spoiled, rich-girl persona.

Catherine couldn't help but notice the girl's athletic figure, free of any trace of fat.

Understandably though, her fear and terror far outweighted the surprise upon seeing the attractive 19 year old.

"Oh god! Mom!" Hailee yelled, her voice laced with disbelief.

Catherine's heart leapt with a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, this girl would be disturbed by the sight of a collared woman locked in her birthday gift. Maybe, just maybe, she would have the human decency to set her free. This could be her key out of this nightmare.

But that hope was short-lived.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Hailee shouted, crushing the 41 year old’s spirits with each word.

Catherine's stomach twisted with dread as she watched Hailee's reaction unfold. The way the young woman seemed to revel in her captivity was deeply unsettling. It was as if she had been expecting this, as if she had been waiting for the day when she would be presented with a human being, collared and helpless, to do with as she pleased.

Hailee's eyes gleamed with unbridled enthusiasm as she gazed upon her newfound property.

"Mom, can I touch her?" she asked, her voice dripping with a sense of privilege and ownership. The blonde responded with a cold, threatening look directed at the helpless woman within the box. "Sure, honey! She knows she's not allowed to bite.”

Catherine felt a sense of shame wash over her as she knelt there, her eyes averted to the side in a resigned, almost apathetic manner. She knew that any resistance or defiance would only lead to further torment and punishment at the hands of her captors.

She braced herself as Hailee's hand reached out. However, she had been fully unprepared for the confident and forceful way in which the birthday girl acted.

The moment Hailee's fingers grasped Catherine's nipple, a sharp pain shot through her body. The girl’s fingernails dug into the 41 year old’s skin, causing her to wince in discomfort. The captive woman's instinct was to pull away, to escape the sudden and unexpected pain, but the fear of the wicked shock collar around her neck kept her rooted in place.

The young woman's fingers moved with a sense of entitlement, as if she had every right to explore and manipulate this strangers body however she pleased.

"How old?" Hailee asked, her mind still focused on inflicting pain on her birthday gift.

"41”, her mother answered, a hint of pride in her voice, as if she were pleased that the present seemed to be a hit.

"Aww, two years younger than Fuckslut!" Hailee exclaimed.

Catherine's vision blurred as she tried to make sense of the situation.

Had there been a previous victim in this same predicament as her? Who was this person they’d called "Fuckslut"?…And what had happened to her?

The tall blonde spoke up, her tone indifferent. "Looks better as well. But make sure this one lasts at least a little longer!"

Catherine's heart plummeted like a stone dropped into a deep well. The woman's voice was airy and casual, as if she were chatting about a new dress or a fun weekend getaway, not the fate of another person's very existence. The callous indifference in her words was like a slap in the face to the 41 year old, who couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Hailee’s touch was both invasive and clinical, as if she were appraising a prized possession. The girl’s laughter echoed through the room when she discovered the heart-shaped patch of hair above her captive’s pussy, making Catherine’s cheeks burn with humiliation.

Hailee’s fingers traced the contours of her her body, lingering on curves and muscles, before finally moving up to her face. With a sudden, forceful grip, the teen’s hands clamped down on her cheeks, squeezing them together and distorting her victim’s features into a grotesque way. Catherine’s eyes watered from the pressure, but she dared not move or protest.

“Open,” Hailee commanded, her voice dripping with condescension. It was the first word she had spoken directly to her, and it carried the weight of absolute authority.

Feeling like a mere object, Catherine complied, parting her lips and opening her mouth wide. Hailee leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she inspected the perfect white teeth within. A slow, predatory smile spread across the young woman’s face as she imagined how much fun she was gonna have with this mouth.

“She's perfect, Mom!" Hailee exclaimed, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Hailee, darling," the blonde interjected with a gentle but firm tone, "there are still more presents to open. You can play with your new toy later."

Hailee pouted slightly but nodded, her excitement undiminished. She gave Catherine one last, lingering look before stepping away. The brunette and redhead women, who had been standing silently by, exchanged knowing glances as they began to make their way to get something from another room.

They brought in a new pile of gifts, each box wrapped in luxurious paper and adorned with elaborate bows. The blonde woman smiled warmly at her daughter.

"These are all for you as well, Hailee," she said, her voice filled with pride. "And they're specifically made for you to use on your new girl here."

Hailee's eyes widened with anticipation as she approached the pile of gifts. Picking up the first package, she quickly tore off the wrapping. A black box was revealed underneath. Hailee lifted the lid, her breath catching as she saw it was.

Inside the box was a set of intricately designed restraints, made of high-quality leather and adorned with silver buckles and chains.

"Oh, Mom, these are beautiful!" Hailee exclaimed, holding up the restraints for everyone to see. The blonde woman smiled, pleased with her daughter's reaction.

"I'm glad you like them, sweetheart," she said. "The old ones were getting a little worn anyway."

Hailee set the restraints aside and reached for another gift, her heart pounding with anticipation. Catherine, still sitting in her box, watched in silent terror, her mind racing with fear and confusion. What had she done to deserve this? And what horrors awaited her in the hands of this twisted family?

Her anxiety grew as she watched Hailee eagerly tear into another package. The young woman’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she pulled out a sleek, black box. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she read the bold text aloud, her voice dripping with joy, "Deluxe Buttplugs - various sizes."

Catherine's stomach churned. She had tried to deny the sinister implications of her abduction, clinging to the hope that there might be some other explanation. But now, the truth was undeniable. Her captors had taken her for their own twisted, sexual purposes.

Hailee continued, her tone almost gleeful, "Girths ranging from 1 to 3 inches!" She made sure to enunciate every word, her eyes locking onto Catherine's with a predatory gleam.

The 41 year olds gaze shifted to the large pile of still unopened packages, each one a potential vessel of torment. Her mind raced with the cruel possibilities that lay within those boxes. She felt a wave of helplessness wash over her, the reality of her situation sinking in deeper with each passing second.

As Hailee continued, Catherine could only hope for a miracle, some way to escape this nightmare. But deep down, she knew that her fate was now in the hands of a spoiled, sadistic girl who saw her as nothing more than a plaything.

In the ensuing minutes, Hailee eagerly tore through dozens of packages, each one more bizarre and horrifying than the last. Catherine's heart sank deeper with every unwrapped item, her disbelief growing with each passing second.

The array of items was like a twisted inventory from a nightmare. There was everything…from lingerie to latex suits…from whips to gags…from vibrators to a grotesque 20 inch dildo.

Hailee's eyes sparkled with delight as she examined each item, her excitement palpable. Catherine could only watch in silent horror, her mind racing with fear and confusion.

Finally, the 19 year old reached for a larger package that had been sitting on the couch, its size and shape ominous. She ripped off the wrapping paper with a flourish, revealing its contents.

Catherine's breath caught in her throat as she saw what was inside—a regular-sized pet cage. The sight of it filled her with dread.

"Huh? A new cage? Why can't she just use the old one?" Hailee asked, her tone puzzled.

Her mother, standing nearby with a cold, calculating expression, responded without missing a beat. "Oh honey, the last one was a little too big. Don’t you remember how much room Fuckslut had in there? It was far too comfortable," she explained, her voice dripping with cruelty.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Davis," Hailee said, turning to address the two women. "I really appreciate all the help you gave Mom with the party and the presents."

“You're very welcome, Hailee," Mrs. Jones replied. "We're just glad to see you so happy."

Catherine wasn't surprised that those had been the only people attending the party. After all, herself, a literal human being, had been one of the presents. The whole situation felt surreal and nightmarish.

Hailee turned back to her mother, her eyes bright. "Thank you, Mom."

Her mother nodded approvingly. "I'm glad you like it, sweetheart. Remember, it's important that you train her properly. She needs to understand her place and follow your every command."

"Don't worry, Mom," Hailee said with a determined smile. "I'll make sure she knows.”

Catherine listened to their conversation, feeling a wave of dread wash over her.

The blonde woman eventually stepped forward and addressed the room with a cheerful smile. "So, who's hungry?"

to be continued.