Adults only, no prudes. If you don't like sex stories containing people engaging in weird perversions, or you can't separate truth from fiction, get lost. The author does not advocate or condone anything that goes on in this story. This story is mine. You can repost it or archive it only if 1) you don't change it, 2) my name and this disclaimer remain attached, and 3) you aren't making money off it. That includes posting it on some slimeball banner farm web site. Yes, that means you! You know the drill: If you like it, let me know. You can find my other stories in the following archives: www.asstr.org/~Richard_Bissell www.asstr.org/~MichaelD/ www.storiesonline.net (under authors, MichaelD38) *Attention!* The Official Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy Website is now under construction, and we need your help! Send us the picture YOU think best represents Amber, and we might just use it. Remember: Amber is young, slim, and blonde. Don't send us pictures of 35-year-old redheads with artificial tits! Bondage, nudity, and the like are okay--just make sure you get the look right. The sooner we get the right pics, the sooner the site will be up! Overall Story Codes: Mf, MFf, Mm+/f, teen, bdsm, humil, mast, piercing, oral, anal, gangbang AMBER: THE MAKING OF A FUCK TOY (C)opyright 2000 by Richard Bissell --- Chapter 7. Amber was quiet beside me for the rest of the trip home, staring out at the road in anticipation. She almost seemed to have forgotten her nudity, even when we passed other cars. When we arrived home, she stepped out of the car but waited for me, watching to see what I wanted. I expected her to say something else, to ask what I intended to do with her, but she didn't. It seemed that my training was taking hold. She followed me into the house and back to the bedroom. Her hands were squirming nervously in front of her, and she finally brought them together, holding herself tightly. She glanced up at me once, then down at the floor. I looked her over slowly, from her slim, well-shaped legs, her smooth pubic mound with its gold ring between her plucked labia, her firm abdomen, pert little breasts, finally to the halo of pale blonde hair around her face. I reached out and pushed her hair behind her left ear. "Are you nervous?" She nodded, not looking up. "What do you want to do?" I asked. She looked up now, briefly confused, then looked down again. "Whatever you want to do to me." "Lie down on the bed. Spread your arms and legs out to the corners." She did, quickly and without complaint. I undressed slowly and then went looking through the house for the things I needed. Amber was where I had left her, flat on her back and staring up at the ceiling. I slowly tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, just tight enough to restrain her but not to make her uncomfortable. Her breathing accelerated as I worked, and a flush spread over her chest. Her nipples erected and tightened, and as I finished, I saw a drop of fluid emerging from her inner lips. I sat beside her on the bed and began caressing her slowly, idly, for my own amusement rather than her pleasure. I hooked her clit ring with my pinkie finger and pulled on it gently. "How is this doing?" She sucked in a gulp of air. "It's still sore. But only a little." I released the ring and trailed my handed up to her nipples. "I'm going to want to do these soon, maybe this weekend." "Okay." "Once you're properly pierced, I'll probably want you to start wearing chains connecting all of this." "What about the belly ring?" "That too." Her chest was rising and falling rapidly now, breasts quivering under my fingers. "This isn't how you envisioned losing your virginity before all this started, was it?" "No." "What did you envision? I'm curious." "I don't know." "You didn't think about it at all?" "I did, I just . . . " "Something very vanilla, the backseat of your boyfriend's car, or maybe your bedroom one afternoon after school, when your parents were still at work?" "I guess so." "It's not too late. You could still have that, if you want it." She answered me instantly. "I don't." I reached between her legs where the hot fluid was still oozing out of her. Amber gasped. I slipped a finger between her slick labia, finding her hymen. I probed against it gently. "I believe you." She looked down at me, surprised. "You do?" "Yes. I just checked. I believe you now." She blushed fiercely, laying her head back down on the pillow and closing her eyes. Her sex seemed to throb around my finger, and another squirt of moisture emerged from her. "You see Amber, I think I know you better than you realize, maybe better than you know yourself. At least better than you'll let yourself know." I continued playing with her as I talked. "I've known it since last weekend. I wouldn't have let this get this far otherwise. I know that inside you is a shameless slut ready to come out, but you won't let go of her just yet. You're still afraid of her. But Amber, you need to accept something. I don't think you would have done any of this if that slut were not inside you. I don't think you would be lying here, tied up on my bed, so turned on that you're soaking my sheets, if you were really a good little girl through and through. That good little churchgoing farm girl would never have shown up on my doorstep in the first place." "I know," she gasped. I teased her clit gently. "You're a bad girl." She gulped. "I'm a bad girl." "You're a slut." "I'm a slut." I ran my fingers up and down her slit a few more times. "And what do you want me to do to you?" The dam inside her finally broke, and she arched her back, trying push herself at my fingers. "I want you to fuck me! Oh God, fuck me please!" I rolled between her legs, taking my stiff cock in one hand and guiding it into Amber's swollen pussy. I pushed the head in, pressing against her cherry, and then tore into her. She let out a shriek as I filled her up, straining against her bonds, and came at once. I felt her quivering around me as I drove all the way in, grinding my pubic bone against hers. I withdrew and thrust in again, trying to lift her off the sheets with my cock. I looked down, seeing her virgin blood streaking my erection, and began thrusting rapidly into her. She let out another cry, trying to fuck back at me as best she could in her inexperience and restrained state. I bent down, taking a pert breast between my lips, and worried at it. I sucked at the nipple until it had to hurt her, then moved to the other. She shuddered in climax again under me, slamming her hips upward with each stroke since it was the only thing she could do. Finally I let go of her tit and kissed her as deeply as I could manage. She kissed me back fiercely. I groaned into her mouth, thrusting faster, and as she realized I was closing in on my climax, she began begging for it, telling me to come in her, to fill her up. I let out a grunt, then a cry of my own and stabbed the last bit of myself into her. She came as I did, whimpering and shaking around me as my come spurted deeply inside her body. Slowly we came back to earth. I nuzzled her face, and she kissed me weakly. I stayed inside her until my wilting erection slipped out on its own. Then I rolled over and untied her. She curled up next to me, head on my chest. "Thanks," she said a moment later. "Thanks?" "For fucking me. I asked, remember?" I laughed softly. As she stretched out beside me, I noticed the plug that was still in her butt. I reached across her back and pulled it out. She giggled as I did. "I completely forgot about that thing." "Me too." "Do you . . . want to do it that way?" I grumbled at her. "Amber." "I mean, do you want to fuck me in the ass?" "Maybe. Later." "I think I'm ready. You can if you want." "All right." I played with her hair for a few seconds. "Amber, I want you to understand something. I think you've done your best to be honest with me, so I want to be honest with you." "What about?" "This isn't the end, what happened tonight. It's only the beginning. There are a lot of other things I'm going to want you to do. One of them, in particular, may be more than you're capable of doing, but I want to be honest about it now so you know." I paused, but Amber was quiet. "My biggest fantasy, for most of my life, has been to watch my girlfriend get gangbanged. To fuck ten or fifteen or twenty guys at once, one after another. Two or three at once, doing everything they want her to do. I know full well that may be too much for you, and I don't want to pressure you into it. What I want is not someone who goes through that because of some emotional blackmail. I want a girl who wants it as much as I do, maybe more. Who'll do it because she gets off on the idea, because she knows she'll be coming like crazy through the entire episode." Amber had gone cold and still beside me. "And you want me to do that?" she ask softly. "I want you to _want_ to do it. Not because you're afraid of losing me if you don't." "But you'd want me to." "Amber, I won't lie to you. The idea of watching you do that turns me on like nothing else. When I think of it, I almost lose control of myself." She snuggled closer to me, pushing her face into my shoulder. "I just want to be honest with you about that. That's all. I know it's a long way off, if it ever happens." Neither of us said anything for a long time. --- "Mike?" "Hmm?" I realized she was looking across me toward the clock on my nightstand. "I'll stay however long you want . . . but if I don't get home soon, I'll miss my curfew." Damn it. I hadn't even considered that issue. "What will your folks do if you're late?" "Probably ground me. So I wouldn't be able to see you tomorrow, or next week." "Unless you snuck out." She gulped. "Yeah. But that would just get me in more trouble." I didn't say anything. "But I'll do whatever you want me to," she said. "What would your mother do if she knew you had a ring through your clit?" She laughed. "Faint, probably. Then want me to talk to the minister at our church." "What if she knew you were sleeping with one of your teachers?" "Faint again." She was quiet a moment. "But I don't think she'd ever say anything." I looked down at her in surprise. "No?" "No," she said bitterly. "Because it would make her look like a bad mother and embarrass the whole family, you know? That's all she worries about sometimes. The truth is never important. It only matters what other people know and think about you." I smiled. "And you get that from her." She shivered next to me. "Sometimes." "You hate it, don't you?" She nodded. "I _hate_ it." "You want to be someone else. You want to be outrageous and wild, but that mother in your head won't let you." She didn't say anything. "Amber, this is what I really want you to do. I want you to be yourself. I want you to let that slut inside you out. Fuck your mother. You're seventeen. You're almost an adult. You have the right to be whoever you want to be." She sat up beside me, swallowing hard. "I'm scared." "Because that mother in your head won't give you permission. Well, Amber, forget her. She doesn't matter anymore. I'm in charge now, and _I_ give you permission to be a slut." Her face paled, and she struggled with herself for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and exhaled. "Okay. Starting right now, the old Amber is dead. I'm going to live my life however the fuck I want to." I smiled again. "Very good. You can go home now." --- -To be continued.- --- Amber: The Making of a Fuck Toy Copyright 2000 by Richard Bissell Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-admin@asstr.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+