"Dad!" Christy said "You better run away from me, because if you lose speed, and I catch up with you, you'll spend the remainder of your life, or until I find some other horrid task for you, taped to my bare feet!!"
As Derek started running, Christy was slowly stomping towards him. She easily caught up with him. Bringing Derek to her face, Christy gave him a sneer that was most unpleasant.
"Christy!! C'mon, let's talk about it! CHRISTY!! IF YOU TAPE ME TO YOUR FOOT, I WON'T LAST 10 SECONDS!!"
Christy's eyes twinkled! "I know! But you have no choice! Ooh, dad, can't you just picture the contours of my foot just glistening with sweat? I tell you dad, it's glorious!! But you'll never experience that again!! You will hate being down there in that smelly, humid, hell, whereas I will be up here, comfortable as can be, and making your hell even more hellish!"
“HEY! NO, PLEASE!
Christy ignored him. She giggled and went to get the duct tape, then, sitting down, crossed one leg over, and placed the duct tape over Derek. Derek was facing the foot; his face stuck in between Christy’s big and first toe. “Now, daddy, I want you take nice deep breaths… Daddy? Can you hear me?
“MMFF!!” Derek beat the stinky-beyond-belief feet; this only caused Christy’s feet to perspire more. He flailed his legs wildly, letting them hang down. Christy uncrossed the leg, now that Derek was taped on, and put the foot down. A loud scream sounded as both Derek’s legs broke.
Christy didn’t hear the scream, but heard something; assuming Derek was complaining about the smell. “Oh come on dad, lick my toes!!”
“MMMFFF?!?”
Christy talked in an infantile voice “Come on! Come on! You can do it!!”
Derek couldn’t hold his breath anymore, but his nose refused to operate. He opened his mouth to breathe… Nothing could have prepared him for what happened. A drop of Christy's foot sweat dripped down into Derek’s mouth, and foot smell invaded him, obscuring all his senses, until his thoughts couldn’t go beyond how much he didn’t want to be stuck here, being forced to smell his own daughter’s feet!
Christy got impatient and squeezed her toes together, giving her father the message.
Does he submit?
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