Chapter 8
Judy whimpered desperately as her father stepped toward her.
The other men were stepping back away from her, sitting down in the chairs that were scattered around the big room, making drinks for themselves and helping themselves to chips and other snacks.
How could he expect her to even get to his friends, much less make them cum? She couldn't walk because of the way her legs were bound together. She couldn't even pull herself to her feet and hop or pull herself along the floor with her arms bound in rubber at hand and elbow.
Mr. Hontz, standing a dozen feet away from her now with a glass of whiskey in his hand, must have read her mind because he smiled broadly.
"Crawl, you dirty whore," he said, taking a drink and waving his giant cock in a wide, slow circle. "Squirm on your belly like a dirty little slut worm."
"No, please, Daddy!" Judy cried out pitifully.
What her dad and Mr. Hontz were suggesting was unthinkable. They wanted her to squirm around the room on her belly, grovel at their feet for the privilege of being gang-raped.
"Daddy, please! I'm going to be a good girl. I've learned my lessons. I love your big prick, Daddy! You can fuck me anytime you want!"
"You dirty little bitch dog!" Joe screamed, lashing out with the whip. It struck the rubber that constricted Judy's stomach, and the pain blazed right through the latex layer. "You haven't learned shit yet. You're still a fucking prick-tease! There's twenty men in this room with hard-ons that you caused, you ungrateful little slut! You've already cum twice. And here you are telling me to send them away without getting to cum at all."
He hit her with the whip again, this time flicking it against the tight rubber that circled her thighs. The pain shot through the rubber into her silky flesh. She squirmed with agony. She realized now that there could be no reasoning with her father and his friends. They were determined to break her and train her, to turn her into a whimpering little sex-slave slut.
She rocked her body from side to side desperately.
The men laughed at her as she rolled back and forth, her lithe young body straining to gain the momentum she needed to turn herself over.
Her father brought the whip whistling down again, and this time the cruel leather tip bit into the bare flesh high on Judy's lush, tanned hip. She screamed and hurled herself to one side with all the strength she could muster.
For a moment she was poised precariously on her side, her weight balanced on her rubber-bound left arm. She wavered there, pain screaming through her trapped arm, certain that she was going to fall onto her back any second. She hunched her shoulder, throwing her tits forward proudly, and she rolled over.
She breathed a deep sigh of relief.
"Well move your ass, you lazy slut!" Mr. Hontz shouted.
Judy spared him a quick glance, lifting her head up and shaking her thick blonde hair out of her eyes. He looked angry and impatient, and she knew that she'd better crawl to him as fast as she could.
"Shit, Joe, I'm about ready to blow my load! Can't you make that slutty daughter of yours move her ass any faster?"
Judy started squirming across the floor even before she heard her father's reply. Her tired muscles ached in protest, but she dropped her head back to the floor and started to squirm toward Mr. Hontz.
A moment later a burst of fire-like agony flashed through one straining ass-cheek, and she knew what her father's answer to Hontzie's complaint was going to-be.
"Look at that bitch!" one of the men said with a laugh. "She looks just like a worm, or a snake maybe."
"Not with an ass like that," another man intoned. "She looks like a cock-hungry slut crawling for her next fuck."
"And guess what?" Mr. Hontz asked, swinging his cock from side to side and stomping his feet. "That's exactly what she is."
Judy tried to block out the terrible words of her father's friends, but she could no more ignore their humiliating words than she could the bite of her father's whip. Sweat was pouring off her golden tanned body from the exertion of dragging herself across the floor. The rubber tubes around her stomach and thighs made squelching sounds from the sweat that filled them as she writhed toward Mr. Hontz.
She had to twist her shoulders and hips and roll her stomach muscles to move across the floor. It was slow and maddening, and her exhausted muscles screamed louder with agony every inch they pulled her forward. Mr. Hontz looked a million miles away.
"Faster, Judy," her father said, bringing the whip down against her shuddering, tensed ass cheeks. "You're being a cock-tease again, honey, keeping poor old Hontz waiting for your sweet body while he's got such a big fat hard-on. You don't want me to punish you worse, do you?"
Judy threw herself forward along the floor. She was only four feet away, and all she had to do was crawl a little bit farther. Her father brought the tip of the whip flickering between her shoulder blades. She yelped with pain but dragged herself another foot across the floor.
Judy was so close that she could smell the dirty scent of Mr. Hontz's feet. Her father lashed her across the small of her back, and she surged forward. A spritz of fuck-lube hit her forehead, so she knew she must be very close. She threw herself forward again, and her face struck one of Hontzie's hairy, horny feet.
"Good time," Don observed archly. He took a long drink of his scotch. "With a little bit of training, you could probably enter her in professional slut races."
Judy closed her eyes and relaxed her head against Mr. Hontz's stinking foot. Her body was lax with exhaustion. She trembled from the enormous strain it had taken to get across the room. She knew that she still had to make Mr. Hontz cum, but she was so tired she was certain she'd never be able to rise up off the floor at all. She hoped he'd just lie down on top of her and stick his cock in. She hoped for anything that would give her a few seconds free to just lie here unmoving.
"I think she's asleep." A big, bearded man named Richard, who had a daughter about two years younger than Judy, stepped up and poured his drink in her face. The liquor burned her eyes and nose, but the cold against her heated skin felt wonderful. "Wake up little slut. It's not beddy-bye time quite yet."
Judy stuck her tongue out of her mouth and began to lap Hontz's dirty foot. Maybe licking his foot would keep her dad's friends entertained and make them forget that she wasn't moving. The first thing she tasted was the cool, burning vodka that Richard had dumped on her face, and she lapped it away quickly while the men laughed at her. Then she tasted Hontz's foot, and she wondered if maybe moving wouldn't be better than licking his filthy toes.
Mr. Hontz wiggled his toes, and Judy lapped at them while the men called her names and crowded in to get a better look. A few of them kicked at her, and one or two poured their drinks over her heated, tired body. Judy sucked his toes into her mouth one at a time, washing them in her spit and then sucking them dry. Her blonde hair draped over his foot.
It was terrible, made her want to throw up, but at the moment she would have done anything just to be able to lie quiet. After she'd cleaned each of his filthy toes, she sponged her tongue over the rest of his foot. Finally she shook her head and rubbed his foot over her cheeks and hair to dry it completely.
"Good little slut, isn't she?" Mr. Hontz asked. He dug his toes into her chin and flipped her face over on top of his other foot. "Do a good job, bitch, and then follow it on up."
Judy cried at the prospect of starting over again on another filthy, funky foot, but it was still better than having to move her pain-filled body. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth and dutifully licked between each of Hontz's fat, wiggling toes.
This time he rubbed the sole of his foot all over her pretty face and made her lick it while he smeared dirt and her spit all over her cheeks and chin and nose. By the time Judy reached his ankle, her lips and tongue felt almost numb.
"Up, bitch!" Mr. Hontz roared. "Get that mouth moving up toward my cock. I'm starting to lose patience with all this teasing shit."
"You're right," Judy's father agreed quietly.
The teenaged girl cringed when she heard the snap of the whip being uncoiled.
"I don't think she's learned a damned thing yet!
Judy arched her back and tried to reach the seat of the chair with her chin. It seemed impossible, but she knew that somehow she had to get her face level with Hontz's gigantic cock. Because of the tight rubber around her legs, she couldn't bend her knees, and her bound hands and elbows kept her from using her arms to lift herself up. But it was either reach Hontz's cock or suffer the punishment of her father's lash.
Judy stretched her neck as far as she could. If she could just reach the seat of the chair with her chin, then she could use her shoulders to push herself up the rest of the way.
"That's' a limber little slut you've got," Don observed. "I'd heard she was good at sports."
Judy was barely aware of the chorus of derisive laughter that followed the man's remark, or the cool splash of a couple more drinks being poured out over her back and ass. Her chin hovered just an inch away from the edge of the chair. Hontz's monstrous cock was a looming tree limb just above her eye level. She fell forward, and his cock scraped heavily along her cheek while her lips nestled against his heavy, smelly balls.
She'd made it.
Her body looked strange, bent backward into a bow with her feet braced against the floor and her face buried in Hontzie's crotch. Her back ached horribly, bent at an impossible angle, and her neck screamed with strain. But she'd made it, and as soon as she sucked Mr. Hontz's cock, she knew she could fall back to the floor. Then maybe her father would let her rest for just a little bit.
Then the bound, blonde teenager heard the words that froze her heart and brought a wail of torment from her lush, red lips.
"She looks cute that way," Richard said, and Judy could sense him crouching low above her. "I think I'm going to fuck her while she sucks him off."