Carl needed help. He smirked at Rebecca, then leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead. The girl winced in horror at the motion, letting out a kittenish meow of protest.
He stepped away and picked up his phone. "Ed? It's Carl. Can you come by bay 6? I need your help tying a girl. She's a real gem, you won't miss her. Oh, and I can't see it, but put your dick away, okay?" He laughed and hung up the phone.
Ed was a sadistic, vile excuse for a human. Like most Boundoggle employees, he was middleaged, heavyset, and ugly. Before the company, he made his living kidnapping prostitutes and selling them to people wanting a little more than temporary access. Of course, that wasn't nearly as fun as his post at TeenSoles, where his addiction to pretty teenagers mixed well with his raging foot fetish and love of bondage.
He was in his office, entertaining a new arrival. He sighed and looked at the girl; an innocent, wide-eyed, and gorgeous 15-year old with an amazingly beautiful fall of golden hair and piercing sky-blue eyes. And, of course, a tiny tight waist and size-5, utterly perfect feet. She was sobbing into her gag--the ballgag was a little too large for her small mouth, but Ed enjoyed that. He'd tied the high school freshman to a chair, wrists chained behind her back, ankles hanging free but chained together by a pair of extra-small black leather cuffs. Her feet were bare, with her Converse sneakers and ankle socks discarded on the floor nearby; other than that she was still clothed in her t-shirt and ripped jeans.
The chair itself was suspended off the floor, over a great vat of water. It hung from a chain connected to a winch; with the pull of a lever the girl would be plunged into the vat. Ed swore; he hadn't even been able to tickle the girl's feet yet.
"Alright, princess," he said, reaching up and patting the crying girl on the knee. "Duty calls. But I'll be back and we can get more acquainted. My promise." He smiled wickedly, then gently nudged the controls, dropping the chair a few inches, such that her tender young soles were just inches above the water.
Dark forms swirled in the water below; special toys created by Boundoggle for the amusement of their customers. They were a hybrid of eels and leeches. Unsettling, snakelike creatures, they had been imbued with a taste for the tender parts of teen flesh. Breasts, feet, armpits, etc. However, they lacked fangs, and instead attempted to suck their targets, using an array of several thousand small, fan-like teeth. The effect was first suction, then a powerful tickling. To spice it up, as the creatures sucked, they generated a mild electric charge, which they periodically discharged in mildly painful shocks; a fine,random addition to the torture.
Ed explained these very words to the helpless teen suspended over the eels, then smiled at her horror as he began to lower the chair. Her sobs intensified and she shook her head frantically, but he only laughed more deeply before stopping. The chair was only a foot or so above the waterline; the freshman girl was only able to keep her feet safe by holding her legs up, over the water. Ed let his eyes enjoy the sight of her beautiful soles, straining over the water, for a long moment.
"Smart move, little missy!" he announced. "How long can you keep that up, I wonder? I hope long enough," he chuckled. "Remember, let those little feetsies down, and the eels will strike. There's nothing more they love than girly feet like yours." The girl's sobs came with new intensity, and he laughed again.
He picked up a small welt of iron--a simple weight, with a ring at the top of it. Cheerfully humming, he hooked it to the teenager's ankle cuffs, ignoring and delighting in her muffled protests. He attacked one to each ankle, then smiled at the scene. The girl was frantic; sobbing, shaking her head, squirming her wrists and her lithe torso. Her perfect feet trembled over the water's edge. The eels circled below, waiting.
"I love you girls," Ed said, and in his own way, he really did mean it.
"Back soon! Stay strong, cutie!" he called, and he trotted out of his office.
Ed's office wasn't in the induction area, but deeper in, where the best girls were trained and experimented on for the betterment of Boundoggle's corporate efforts. Most were still sold to powerful men, but after they'd helped advance the science of teenage torment.
He peered in one room, where girls were being sorted into cages for sale. In another, a row of teen girls waited in somber silence, their ankles bound in heavy stocks, wrists tied overhead, while technicians readied a row of automated tickling machines, which would study exactly what motions, at what speed and strength, and where, would produce the most powerful effect on the captive girls.
He passed a darkened office, where a midlevel executive had a beautiful creature chained to his desk; he was hitting her back with a crop as he plowed her youth.
Several customers were receiving a tour; Ed nodded at them happily. They were led by a charming sales guide, and each was leading a well-trained slave behind them by their collars. "We just got a new batch of cheerleaders from South High," he chimed in. "Great quality in those. Can't recommend 'em enough."
At last, he reached the elevator to Inductions. While he enjoyed his current office, there was definitely something exciting about being where the new procurements were. It was always a fun trip. No sooner did he have that thought then the doors slid open to reveal a dozen or so girls being led on a single, long chain; by their bikinis, bracelets, and anklets, they'd been having some kind of high school beach party. Too bad unlicensed parties weren't protected from Boundoggle--or rather, good thing, Ed thought with a smile. The girls were putting up quite a fight; yet they were destined to lose as ever more orderlies piled in, eager to manhandle the teenage girls.
After a short spell, they were hauled away, most with their bikinis off or dislodged, and their feet bared. He reached out and grabbed one large, juicy breast as he passed. The pleasant feel of it in his hand brought an instant surge in his pants. He glanced at the clock on the wall. It had been nearly two hours since he'd last ejaculated. That was much longer than normal. He glanced sideways, at the retreating bikini girls. Surely he had time for a quick pit stop, just to change the oil, he thought...
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