TeenFeet

On this peaceful evening, the horizon drowned the dim, orange sun. A gradient of vibrant colors spread from east to west, dark to light. It was a quiet hour in the suburban town. A lone, sixteen-year old blonde was heading back home from her work as a waitress. Her attractive, cute appearance would melt away any tension in the room; she would tingle the hearts of boys and leave girls envious of her feminine charm. And, she would do so unintentionally. Every graceful stride she makes was like that of a dancer, fluid and energetic.

However, such good traits and desirable qualities was a dangerous for a girl in this era of society. Rebecca was too naïve and too kind for her own good. She was too optimistic in her view of life and lacks cautious to protect herself. She was kittenish and curious, yet she was too innocent.

As the black van drove past the crosswalk, Rebecca began to cross the street. With a downward glance at her own body, she found herself wearing a purple crop top that showed off both her midriff and her cleavages. She wore a pair of matching shorts that covered only a few inches of her thighs, patterned with yellow stars and framed with white bands. Her feet were in a pair of sandals that strapped around her ankle.

The van halted and began to drift into reverse, backing up. Back doors slammed wide open as hands reached out, grabbing the unsuspecting youth.

“MMMM!” Her shriek muffled by a hand pressed up against her mouth. Eyes widened in shock. She looked outward, attempting to pull herself away, but the myriad of hands clung onto her wrists, arms, and waist. These muscular arms lifted her weight off the ground with ease and pulled her inside the van. Doors closed shut. The black vehicle drove off.

She sat on someone’s lap whose arms lifted her crop-top with on hand and groped her right breast with the other. A man stepped in between her legs where her kicks could not reach and smacked a strip of duct tape across her mouth, sealing her voice shut. Lithe arms pinned at her side, she squirmed and struggled as hands violated her milky smooth, tender skin.

The men shifted her aside, causing her to tilt over as her body fell across the backseat. Her arms were pinned over her head as her purple crop-top was scrunched up past her face and slid off her arms, leaving her completely topless. She didn’t wear a bra either, resulting her large, creamy breasts jiggling with ever bump of the ride.

Rebecca closed her eye shut, submissively trembling with her heart pounding fast as these large men control her like a toy doll. They pulled her sandals off her feet and slid her shorts and underwear off her legs. Every item of clothing had been stripped off her youthful, nubile body.

They flipped her over and cuffed her wrists behind her back with a pair of handcuffs.

The black van approached one of the many facilities owned by Boundoggle. The nude teenager was swept away princess style in someone's arms before being carried into the building.



Rebecca tried the best she could. Once the shock subsided, she actually fought admirably. As well, at least, as could be expected of a slender teenage girl being actively assaulted by a half-dozen burly middle-aged men.

Especially as these men worked for the sinister Boundoggle Corporation, the quasi-legal slaving agency that specialized in procuring the loveliest girls for men with the money to pay for it and the cruel lust to want it. Specifically, she was in one of the many TeenFeet facilities--one of their most specialized, profitable subsidiaries.

Her trainer, Carl, had been notified of her coming just after her capture. The jailbait teen's reputation for beauty had preceded her; retrieval squads had been watching her for several days already as they waited for the right moment. There were already dozens of buy orders on her. CEOs, scientists, politicians, and even her high school principal were bidding on her. Most men she'd met were crazy for the girl. Carl glanced over her file--her A+ rating marked her as the primest of slave candidates. She was gorgeous, she was youthful, she was healthy. Once trained and properly drugged, she'd make a lovely creature, still trapped at age sixteen, for at least twenty years. And that was even with 'heavy use,' as the file politically phrased it. Her nubile body would stay supple and firm with even fairly intense bondage and tortures.

Of course, Carl wasn't responsible for that. Carl worked for one of Boundoggle's many fetish subsidiaries, where prime girls could catch even wilder prices than the mainstream market. In particular, Rebecca had been flagged years ago not only for her flawless body, hair, and features, but her impeccable, soft, delicate feet. TeenFeet specialized in such girls, and providing hungry men with a fine supply of the highest-quality soles to torment; the company diverged from the main foot-fetish line by its focus on exclusively teenaged girls.

Carl reviewed these notes as he marched down the main hallway in the Receiving Area. In bay 1, two obese orderlies were struggling with a frantic, blonde 14-year old wearing a disheveled cheerleader outfit. One of the men held her thin wrists in his hands while the other was struggling to grab the girl's ankles, but each time she kicked him away. Carl slowed a step and made a mental note to review that group's training protocol. Just before he strode on, the second man managed to seize the youth's ankle during a kick. He pulled off her shoe with a single motion, revealing a small, socked foot.

Bay 2 was empty, and in bay 3 a fully nude 15-year-old struggled in a perfectly-executed hogtie. One of her orderlies was technically in breach of his contract: he stood behind her, and was pressing one of her tightly-bound size-6 feet against his face and inhaling, while his other hand tickled her helpless sole. Carl chuckled and kept walking; the men deserved little bonuses like that. As long as the girls remained pure, everyone was happy. There was an expectation that all Boundoggle teens were virgins.

Carl winced as he passed bay 4, where two men were binding a 13-year old girl's wrists behind her back. She was still clothed; there was a tacit understanding that girls quite that young deserved some level of modesty. Of course, a third man was already peeling her socks off of her tiny feet and looping cord around her ankles. As she sobbed, one of the heavyset men leaned down and snaked his tongue over her wiggling toes.

A small crowd stood at the window of bay 5, where one of the directors had apparently taken an interest in a raven-haired seventeen-year-old. Carl vaguely recalled the girl's file; she'd been dragged kicking and screaming from her bedroom by an armed retrieval squad. Carl was surprised she was still here; that should have been hours ago. It was very uncommon for a girl to resist the Induction process for so long. He too stopped at the window and peered in.

Inside, the 62-year-old director had the girl tied up and naked. Carl nodded approvingly, as the girl was lovely. Not quite Rebecca, but lovely nevertheless. Her arms were tied behind her back, and she lay on her belly on a low table. Her feet were bound together with steel cuffs, which in turn were tied to her wrists, forcing her into a modified hogtie where her soles were exposed over her head.

A lovely head, she had, and one that was presently filled with the director's cock. He stood at the head of the low table and repeatedly shoved his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into the teen girl's throat. Meanwhile, his hands raced back and forth across her shackled feet. Carl recognized the faint shimmer of TeenSole's proprietary moisturizer; an easily-applied, rapid-acting moisturizer that brought out the full fresh softness of teenage feet. It also added a faint scent of vanilla. And, of course, it made ticklish sensations much, much worse: even girls who weren't normally ticklish could be reduced to ruin with a quick application of the spray.

The helpless 17-year-old bucked and squirmed and gasped. It was clear she could barely breathe during the director's sustained assault on her soles; her laughing and gasping in turn made for what appeared to be a world-class blowjob. Carl grinned. This was, of course, against policy, but the director deserved it. Like Carl, he was an unattractive man, and had been even when he was young. Girls like this one would never look at him except to laugh. He deserved his chance at revenge, like all the rest of TeenFeet's clients.

Carl lingered a moment longer, enjoying the scene. The director removed one hand from his kidnapped captive's tortured feet, running it instead across her face and then pinching shut her pretty little nose. Carl knew what that meant, and he turned away, heading to the bay he'd originally intended.

He arrived as Rebecca was being restrained. One man held her wrists in his hands, while another was moving towards them with steel handcuffs. Another was holding her by the hair and groping one creamy breast; three more were at her feet, two holding her ankles while the third looped silk rope loosely around her ankles. Rebecca was resisting with all her might.

Carl strode past the scene, to the far end of the room where he had some papers to sign. A loud clink sounded out as a pair of cuffs slammed shut, followed by another.

Carl turned once his papers were filled out, to find Rebecca helplessly bound on the table before him. The girl was stunning, and even now desperately trying to cover her bare breasts. Her wrists were locked over her head and her ankles tied to a bar at the foot of the table. Her gorgeous hair was splayed out around her head like a halo.

"God, you really are something, Rebecca," Carl said, whistling. His eyes roamed over her flawless flesh, her supple curves. "No wonder they all want to pay so much for you." His gaze fell to her soft, creamy soles and cute, rounded toes. They looked so vibrant and unused that you'd think she'd never walked on them before.

"Sweet sixteen," Carl chuckled, running a hand down Rebecca's leg and then down one exposed sole. Sure enough, she was as soft as she looked. And, from the jump she gave as his finger touched her tender foot, quite ticklish.

Carl smiled. Some trainers liked to chat with their captives, but he was always impatient to get started. Of course, he wasn't sure how. Rebecca was going to be a footslave, that was clear. She'd perform the usual slave functions, using her perfect, teenage body to please her captor, but in addition she'd be frequently expected to perform fetish duties. On her file, the basic training would be footjobs, tickle torture, ice torture, general bondage, kidnap roleplay, blowjobs, and gang tickling.

Carl glanced at the girl's pretty face. Her wide eyes were staring up at him with fear. Appropriate fear, under the circumstances.

"Poor, pretty girl," Carl remarked.

With that, he decided to start training the teenager...


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 young 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...