Chapter #4Yes by: Tex   Derek wasn't willing to see what Chrissy would do to him if he didn't lick the monuments to AWFUL currently enveloping him. As if it would make it better for him, he grimaced before touching his tongue to the cheesy feet! The result was instantaneous! Derek immediately had to fight back the strong urge to vomit! She'd likely make him lick it all up before forcing him back to his demeaning task! He tried breathing through his mouth, but the smell was SO BAD that it invaded his mouth and taste buds. Derek started heaving.
Feeling like he was about to die, Derek conjured the strength to look up at the one making him do this horrible thing. She wasn't even watching, but on her phone, looking at her friend's Snapchat stories! This understandably filled him with rage! He had bigger things to worry about, though! The pain was too intense!
"I don't feel any licks, daddy!"
Nearly doubled over, Derek managed to wheeze out "I... I can't! Just... too awful!"
Chrissy said "Believe it or not, I understand!" She took her foot away.
Derek couldn't believe his luck! "Really? It's done?"
Chrissy chuckled and said "My feint worked!" She picked up Derek with one hand, and with the other pulled her bare foot over her knee. She began by pressing her finger on his stomach, so he would be lying down. Then she began making engine noises, and slowly moving her hand towards the foot, while moving up and down slightly. "<Engine noises> here comes the airplane! Due to dock at," Chrissy looked at her watch, "4:37 PM!"
When Derek was close, the unbearable stench grew stronger, until he reached the toes. His mind was being slowly short-circuited by the smell! Chrissy's toes poked and prodded at his mouth. Thankfully, Derek had enough sense left to not open his mouth.
"Uh-oh, airplane port malfunction! Have to resort to manual!" She pushed on both of Derek's cheeks, so he would be forced to open. Chrissy jammed her fourth toe in his mouth, her pinky toe on the side of his cheek, preventing him from turning away. Chrissy said "thanks for playing my game, daddy! Now back to what I was doing!" She went back to her phone. To make sure her father would NEVER be able to live it down, she snapped a close up picture of the poor father sucking his daughter's toe. "Oh, that's gonna suck for you when I post this to all my social media!"
How long does it last, and does Derek even survive?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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