"Why not?"
He glanced back and forth between a few of the nearest beauties, his eyes quickly setting on a bombshell blonde in a skimpy blue two-piece. An orderly was twisting her slender arms behind her back, his huge hands wrapped around her thin wrists, which each hung heavy with bracelets. He smiled and approached, quickly unhooking her from the chain. The orderly glanced up, recognized Ed, and nodded.
"Bring her over," Ed commanded, and immediately another burly orderly stepped in to assist, reaching down and seizing the struggling girl by her long, bare legs. Lifting her light frame, they carried her off, following Ed into a darkened room. He quickly closed and locked the door while the other men carried the girl to a low metal table in the center. Chains and shackles of all sorts dangled from the ceiling of the room, and the walls were lined with every item of torture one could imagine. Ed paused a moment, in thought.
The girl was a tremendous beauty; the kind all men would agree on. She had long, blonde hair with a faint wave, tanned, smooth skin, and large, young, firm breasts. She could keep a man entertained for quite some time.
But Ed was in a hurry, so he quickly made up his mind. "On her back, long way," he said. The trained men knew exactly what to do. Despite her struggling, the girl was hefted onto the table and her wrists locked quickly to the corners. The men then lovingly trailed down to her feet, where they seized her ankles and slipped them into a pair of leather cuffs that dangled from the ceiling. They delicately looped a narrow band of string around her big toes, to keep her feet nicely stretched.
All the while, the girl squirmed and struggled, until Ed bent down near her face. Her head hung slightly off the edge of the table, such that he could put his hand on her chin and push her head down, her hair falling down nearly the floor below.
"Hey there, pretty. What's your name?" he asked. "Don't take too long to answer," he warned. "My friends would love that, though. They love punishing defiant little girls" The two orderlies were staring, transfixed, at her exposed soles. Their longing was palpable.
"Amanda," she answered. "Please, let me g--"
"Shhhhh," Ed interrupted, pressing his hand over her small, pretty mouth. "How old are you, Amanda?"
"S-sixteen," she whispered.
"Lovely," Ed said. "Have you ever sucked a man's cock?"
Amanda shook her head in fear.
"That's okay," Ed said, gently petting her head. He ran his fingers through her long, lovely hair with one hand, while the other undid his belt.
Across the table, the two watching men were growing excited. They reached up, wrapping their meaty fingers around the girl's delicate teenage feet. They weren't going to tickle until told, but they could hardly restrain themselves from feeling her soft, smooth skin.
"You're going to suck me now," Ed said, still petting her head, even as she pressed her eyes shut and shook her head no. "Yes, yes you are. Because every moment that my cock spends outside your mouth, my friends over there are going to tickle you."
"No!" Amanda cried.
"Yep! And you can resist. Please do. That makes it much, much for fun. I would hate this job if you girls didn't always try to so hard to resist. But sooner or later, you're going to start sucking. And that makes it so much damn fun, and feel so damn good." He laughed as Amanda shook her head and burst in renewed struggling.
At her feet, the orderlies waited for the word to start. They were practically drooling as they watched Amanda's pretty young feet twisting and writhing in captivity.
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