"High-heeled hell" Part VI
By Aiken İ 1999
Miss Juniper's students wasted no time on their break, and were back at
their desks removing their bathrobes before she returned from the
bathroom. Miss J. entered the classroom to find Osana peeking under the
blue silk sheet that covered Shara. Osana peered lovingly at Shara's
ass, which was lifted up nicely from the way she was crouching in her
bondage predicament. The MTP-5000 held Shara's breasts in a merciless
grip with its tight steel bands, and her wrists were lashed together
with strong rope in the small of her back. Shara had been asleep for
several minutes following the mouth rape and garotte strangulation that
Perry had treated her to earlier. He had released her at the very last
minute before erupting his sperm. Another minute of his fun and Shara
would have died, rather than merely climaxing violently and passing out.
"Isn't it remarkable, Students?" Miss J. said to her class, "How Shara
comes so powerfully each time she is strangled by the garotte? This is a
textbook example of how cunning garotte strangulation can be. The
garotte seduces a woman with her own sexual energies, even as it saps
her of air, and keeps her hovering at the brink of death. It is a
beautiful trap indeed. As we mentioned earlier, she can be maintained
this way almost indefinitely, rising from, and succumbing to
unconsciousness, punctuating each trip with the most powerful orgasm of
her life. Studies have shown that this experience becomes highly
addictive for a girl. The pain and difficulty of strangulation is more
intense and terrifying each time she cycles through it, but amazingly,
so is the sexual release. If the girl is set free after only a couple of
sessions, she often comes back again and again, demanding more of this
deadly pleasure. Victims of the garotte have been known to die of heart
failure, but not from the fear, or stress of strangulation. They are
overloaded by the sheer power and abundance of sexual delirium. Can you
imagine what that must be like, Bridget?"
Miss J's pigtailed accomplice had a faraway look in her eyes. "Yes
Ma'am," she said after a brief pause, "It must be so difficult for
them....but, I've never seen a girl come like Shara did just then..."
"Miss Juniper?" Osana asked, "Would it be OK if I screwed Shara in the
butt instead? I've always wanted to do that to a girl. And she's got one
of the cutest asses I've seen." The petite oriental girl with long
straight hair and a large strap-on dildo smiled shyly at her teacher.
"Certainly dear," Miss J. replied, "Everyone should experience the
feeling of pushing an outsized cock up a girl's ass. Those secondary
knee-rails on the side of the MTP-5000 are designed specifically for ass
fucking a victim. They are cushioned for your comfort and adjustable to
give you the right angle. Oh, I see you've chosen one of my favorite
designs. Have you lubed up this dildo yet?"
"No ma'am, not yet," said Osana, "I was thinking I could lubricate it by
rubbing it around on her pussy. She's been dripping her juice
everywhere."
"A bit of saliva will do that job better," said Miss J., "Besides, I'd
rather she didn't wake up until you began sodomizing her. It's much
better if the first thing she feels is a hard rubber cock attacking her
rectum. Bridget, come over here please, and use your mouth on Osana's
dildo. Get it good and wet with your saliva, so it will slide smoothly
into Shara's ass."
"Yes Ma'am!" Bridget answered eagerly. Flushed with submissive feelings,
Bridget got on her knees to service the large dildo strapped to Osana's
tiny waist. A 10-inch-long flesh colored prong, it was well over 2
inches wide at the base, but much narrower at the head. It's soft crown
was realistically shaped. Barely over one inch wide, its tiny tip made
an extremely effective penetration tool. Bridget kissed and licked the
entire dildo several times, getting it very wet, then slowly began
pushing it into her mouth. It felt safe moving across her tongue, and
sliding effortlessly into her throat.
Bridget liked the smooth pleasant shape of this dildo, and she was
accepting it's girth nicely at first. But her security quickly vanished
as Osana continued to push forward, and the dildo's wider portions began
to follow, overfilling her mouth. Bridget's eyes bulged in amazement, as
her mouth was packed to cheek-splitting fullness. The entrance of her
throat was now being reamed by the thicker section of rubber that lay at
mid-cock. Bridget stiffened in fear from the choking sensation this
caused. The thing was hurting her, and it was still going in, spreading
her mouth and throat even wider. She tried to retreat, but Miss J.'s
hands disallowed that, holding her head in place.
"Go slowly now. This is a very special dildo, Osana," Miss J. remarked,
"See the reaction she's having? ....and you're not even all the way in
yet! This cock is quite wicked, because it starts out small and
manageable, but gets so large.... Soon a girl is in over her head, and
she knows it. Then the pain and panic sets in. I've never seen this
dildo fail. It will terrorize even the most accomplished fellatrix.
Bobby, would you and Rene come over here? I need you to hold Bridget's
arms for me. Osana, remember to pull your cock half way out every eight
to ten seconds. That will allow a bit of air in through her nose.
Concentrate on sucking, Bridget. Try to remain calm and get your air
when you can. If you miss your chance, it's a long wait until Osana's
next withdrawal."
The two students came quickly to assist their teacher. Bridget was
struggling hard now, and making odd squeaks and muffled groans. "We have
to stabilize you, Honey. I'm going to tie your hands now, is that OK?"
Miss J. said sweetly to the frightened girl, as if she actually needed
permission. Unable to respond, Bridget's saliva bubbled around Osana's
cock, and tears were streaming from her frantic, wide-open eyes. Her
teacher took some rope and tied her hands together behind her back while
Bobby and Rene held her firmly. Without the use of her arms, Bridget
suddenly became more compliant. She tried to suck dutifully, but
couldn't accommodate the rubber giant. She was gagging and choking and
having a terrible time of it. Osana was invading her throat mercilessly
now. She delighted in holding the tool all the way down Bridget's throat
for long cruel moments. With her lungs burning for breath, Bridget could
only wait helplessly for her next chance to come up for air, praying
each time she would make it.
At one point while Osana's cock was buried to the hilt, she heard Miss J
tell Osana to "hold very still, and squeeze this bulb." Terrified,
Bridget heard a hissing sound, and suddenly felt the cock inflating,
growing larger still! Osana kept squeezing the bulb, increasing the size
of the cock to the point where her victim thought her throat would
surely burst. She was just beginning to pass out when Osana withdrew the
dildo entirely from her mouth. Holding onto her shoulders and breasts,
the two students kept the nearly-unconscious Bridget steady on her knees.
"Now, the other bulb!" cried Miss J., "Squeeze it hard, over and over!"
A thick milky substance squirted from the end of the dildo, spraying
into Bridget's gasping mouth, and splashing across her face. Desperate
for air, Bridget inhaled some of the liquid as well. While Bridget
choked on the bland-tasting fluid, Osana, drove her cock straight back
down Bridget's throat. Just as any sadistic boy might've done while
coming, she hammered away repeatedly with full strokes, oblivious of the
pain it was causing the recipient.
"That's right, dear!" Miss J. encouraged her, "A hard dick has no
conscience. Ram it back in there. Coat her throat with your sticky
come." Her teacher reached out and pressed the bulb twice more, piling
more of the liquid into the poor girl's gullet.
Osana held Bridget's hair in one hand as she continued to buck her hips.
Her other hand was pulling and pinching at her own nipples, pleasuring
herself with those sensitive organs. She cried out, climaxing hard, then
withdrew her dildo, slick with the girl's saliva and the messy white
substance. Bridget coughed and sobbed, heartbroken from her humiliation
and pain. If not for the students holding her up she would have
collapsed onto the floor.
"Beautifully done, Osana!" said Miss Juniper "You may begin humping
Shara's ass now."
Osana walked right over to the still slumbering Shara and lifted up the
corner of material covering her buttocks. After positioning herself
comfortably on the padded knee rails, she took careful aim at Shara's
cute anus, barely an inch away from the tiny opening. Exhaling deeply,
Osana pushed half of the slippery dildo into the girl's ass with one
firm motion. Shara's head stirred under the silk coverlet, as she
discovered a rubber intruder five or six inches inside her rectum. She
had indeed awakened to the shock of having her ass violated. But her
plight was only beginning. As Osana continued to push, the ever-widening
shaft of rubber took its toll, wracking Shara's butt, just as it had
Bridget's mouth. Cursing and crying could now be heard from the other
end, under the fabric. Osana was taking up her rhythm now, with her
hands gripping the girl's hips, driving the column of rubber deeper into
Shara's ass. Osana's rough treatment held painful consequences for
Shara's breasts too, which had continued to swell in their cruel steel
confinements, even while she slept.
"And thank you too, Bridget," Miss J. said softly to her helper, while
the classroom's attention was focused on Shara's distress, "Osana's
dildo was well lubricated for Shara's ass because of you. Hope that
wasn't too rough, dear. The fluid contains an analgesic to soothe your
throat, and a stimulant to help revive you. Are you feeling better yet,
honey?
"Uhh, I guess so, Miss J." said Bridget, blinking tears from her eyes,
and moving her jaw from side to side. "Boy, I thought I was done for....
can I get up now? I'd really like to get cleaned up."
"Sure," Miss J. agreed, "Students, help her up to her feet, please. You
may take her to the sink and wash her face off for her." Bobby and Rene
walked her over to the sink and began cleaning her face and neck with
soap, water, and a washcloth.
"I don't mind doing it myself, Ma'am," said Bridget, "If you'll just
untie my hands for me."
"Why should we do that?" Miss Juniper said, as she opened up her trusty
makeup bag. She got out some base makeup and began smoothing it onto
Bridget's well scrubbed face, softening the freckles on her nose and
cheeks. "You're fine just like you are. So far you've participated in
the fun by being my accomplice, and you've been a very good one. But now
you get to experience things from an entirely different perspective.
That of a victim.... I'm sure you'll do that very well too. Now I'm
going to get you looking your very best. Iıll give you a smoother
complexion, and a sexy color for your lips.... " Miss J. pulled out her
Passionberry lipstick and began stroking the deep red stain onto
Bridget's mouth.
"B-But Miss J.," stammered the poor girl, "I wasn't.... well, what I
mean is that I didn't..."
"Oh yes you did, dear," her teacher interrupted her in a casual tone, as
she shook up the bottle of lipstick-sealing gloss, and began applying it
on top of the rich color now bejewelling Bridget's lips, "Didn't you
know? The moment you signed that form on my desk, and put on these
beautiful bondage shoes for me, you were invoked. That's right. You
became the property of the school and of this classroom. You were so
sweet and perky about it, too. Even when I asked you about trying on a
RG-61 for us, and you thoughtfully declined. How did you put it about
Tiff and Sam? Oh yes! You said: "their goose was cooked anyway!" Well,
darling, that pretty well sums it up for you, too. There.... your face
and lips are all done, and they look just right. Good enough to eat. And
people wonder why my ratings are some of the best on the Classroom
Torture Channel!"
"Oh, God. Oh God. No..." Bridget cried, "I didn't understand. I didn't
know. Please Miss J...."
"Of course you knew, darling," Miss J. replied, "We reviewed the laws of
invokement and all their details over the last three weeks. Deep down,
in your own special way, you knew it, and you asked for it. But
excitement and anticipation wipes out the worries at first. Now youıre
just tasting the fear, which we will soon replace with pain.... and
pleasure. It always works that way. Don't be embarrassed about it. Lots
of girls react this way. Are you shocked that no one jumped up to warn
you of your invokement? No lights or buzzers alarmed you to what was
happening, did they? But it's OK. Sometimes, it just happens this way.
The way it was meant to be, without planning, or fanfare, or anything
special. Innocently, almost playfully, but nevertheless, most
irrevocably...."
"But Ma'am," Bridget sobbed, "I was meeting Jeremy tonight. We were
going to the movies. And I'm supposed to babysit Mrs. Chandler's kids
tomorrow night. Oh, what'll I do?"
"Don't you worry about any of that," her teacher assured her. "It's
really so simple for you now. You won't have any of those problems to
think about, ever again. All you must do now, dear, is enjoy your snuff."
"But I'm to be tortured, right?" asked Bridget, "How am I supposed to
enjoy that? I admit it. I love inflicting pain on other girls. Like that
ring gag we used on Tiffany. I climaxed twice watching the thing go to
work on her. But I never wanted that for myself....I can't imagine going
through something as terrible as that....please...."
"Yes, of course you'll be tortured," said Miss J., "It's a vital part of
your experience. But, don't worry about any of that; your body will tell
you exactly what to do. As Iıve said, it's all very simple for you now,
very natural. Bobby....Rene, hold Bridget steady for me while I apply
her gag...."
Miss J. took the 2" steel hoop of an RG-61 ring gag and wedged it into
the girl's mouth, locking her jaws into an agonizingly wide-open
position. She then pulled the leather straps around her head and buckled
them very tightly in back.
"Now, that looks proper," said the cruel teacher, admiring the girl's
mouth bondage, "Her lips look so sweet around that gag. I want you two
to take Bridget into the supply room and place her into another
MTP-5000, just like the one we have Shara locked into. Cut away her bra
and confine her breasts exactly like we did Shara's. Don't engage the
ring gag button, though. Or the breast spears. Just lock her into the
platform, then wheel her back here, right beside Shara. Do you
understand?"
"What do we do with the strap-on dildo she's wearing, Miss J?" Bobby
asked, pointing to the eight inch black rubber appliance hanging between
Bridget's legs, "Want us to remove it?"
"Hmmm, I guess you could..." said Miss J., "No, on second thought, since
this one has a reversible buckle, just flip it around and strap it on
inside of her. The poor thing thought she would get to use it on Shara,
until her luck changed. You decide which opening it goes into."
"Yes, Miss Juniper!" Rene answered. Smiling eagerly, Bobby and Rene
began walking Bridget to the storeroom. She fainted twice along the way,
but the two students supported her shoulders and arms, and kept her
moving steadily toward her doom.
"Now, how is our other volunteer victim holding up?" Miss Juniper said,
turning to Shara, who was still enduring the brutal ass-rape that
Osana's dildo was dishing out. Miss J. whisked away the blue satin
coverlet to reveal the tear stained face of a girl in dreadful pain. Her
head bobbed up and down with each bounce, as Osana's hips drove the
phallus hard into Shara's bruised bowels. Her breasts were fiery red,
and badly swollen in their steel traps.
"Shara, dear?" Miss J asked, "How are we doing?"
"Horrible!" Shara blurted through her tears, "She won't stop with this
thing.... It hurts like hell. Like she's splitting me apart... feels
like she's killing me....Please make her stop. Please..."
"No reason to do that." Miss Juniper replied, "It appears Osana is still
enjoying herself enormously back there. She has such stamina with those
hips... She'll be done with your little pooper eventually... maybe after
she gets another orgasm or two. Besides, as much as it may hurt, she's
certainly not killing you with that dildo. There's hardly any blood on
it yet. There is another model I have. Itıs similar to this one, but
about three sizes larger. Now that one would kill you, by rupturing your
cervix, or colon. Would you like her to use that one on you next?"
"Oh, God...no Ma'am....please. Don't let her do that.... this just hurts
me so bad..."
"I know it does, honey," said her teacher, "And it's supposed to. But
you haven't seen anything yet. Osana hasn't even touched your garotte.
You'll be in for some more strangulation fun soon. But, first, I want
you to look back up at the large monitor. We have something very special
for you to see. Quiet, everyone, let's just watch."
Shara looked up, trying to clear her eyes of tears. The monitorıs screen
slowly came to life, revealing a close-up image of a pair of very tall
high-heeled shoes. White platforms, just like the ones Shara, Samantha,
Tiffany, and Bridget had been locked into, prior to their tortures. The
heels were pointing backward, like they do when a woman is kneeling. The
camera slowly moved across her legs and part way up her back to show a
naked, kneeling woman whose wrists were tied together with rope behind
her back. The camera was very close to the subject, and it was still
impossible to tell who she was, or where she was. When it reached her
elbows, the camera began moving sideways around her. An excited murmur
could be heard from the class when a vertical steel brace was seen. A
brace with a ratchet handle, just like the one that imprisoned Shara's
tits. Viewers now knew that, whoever she was, this woman was locked into
a MTP-5000, equipped with a breast-connect module, just like Shara's.
The students held their breath as the camera slowly moved past the steel
post. Gradually, the woman's breasts came into view. They were
magnificently large organs, clamped painfully into the breast-connect.
Terribly swollen, and red, their owner was trapped in pure anguish. A
pair of hands were stroking them lightly, adoringly. Every so often the
fingers pinched at her nipples which were rock-hard and slightly blue. A
slight whimper could be heard now, with each nipple pinch. The camera
was in front of the victim, just beneath her face. Finally the chin of a
half-bowed woman's head came into view. Then her lips. Shining, glossy
red lips, painted generously with Passionberry Wine. The camera rose a
bit more revealing the eyes, and the smooth cheeks tracked with mascara,
and lots of recent tears. This woman was Shara's mother, Linda.
"Hi, Shara," Linda said, clearing her throat, "Your daddy couldn't wait
to get started with my garotte torture. See?" She raised her head, and
the rope garotte could be seen pressing its knot into the hollow of her
throat. "But he was so excited about the breast thing they were using on
you, he made arrangements to bring one to our house, along with those
other things miss Juniper likes. You know, the shoes, ring gag, and
all..." Her voice was pretty scratchy and she was having a hard time
talking with the rope constriction at her neck.
"Oh, mama," Shara called out, her voice shaking with tears and from
Osana's thrusts, "Not you too...why did they put you in this awful
thing?"
"It's what your father wanted, dear," her mother said, "He decided that
you and I should experience this thing together, over the
vid-connection. I've been kneeling here like this ever since Bridget
finished sucking that girl's dildo. Your father just finished strangling
me, and fucking my throat, and he's already hard again. I've never seen
him so turned on. Ooooh! God, that hurts....." Linda winced and moaned
as her husband's hands tugged on her swollen nipples.
"That's right honey," Shara's father could be heard saying, "The school
agreed to this setup as a way of punching up the vid values. Audiences
will get to enjoy both you and your mother being tortured, along with
those other girls. And Iım having the time of my life. But as an added
bonus you two will be able to look into each other's faces as we
strangle you with your garottes. Isn't it great?"
"For you, maybe," Shara said, "But it won't be much fun for mom and me.
Are you going to use that awful ring gag on her too?"
"Absolutely," her father replied. "We wouldn't dare miss that. I'll be
using the barbs also, on both the gag and the breast-connect." The
camera remained close on Linda's face, capturing the fear in her eyes.
"That must mean you're going to snuff her too..." Shara said, sobbing
between the dildo blows at her backside. "Ohhh, Daddy, how could you...."
"It's OK, dear," Linda said to her daughter, "If this pleases him, then
it's exactly what I want him to do. His happiness means everything to
me. Anyway, as you well know, it's been his right to torture or snuff me
ever since I gave him my marriage vows. I'm very frightened, I admit.
And I know you are too. But we're fulfilling our destiny, Shara. And we
have to be brave for all the other girls watching us. What your teacher
told us was true. As much as it hurt being strangled a while ago, he
gave me the biggest climax I've ever felt. And we'll be together sort
of, so maybe it won't be too bad. Your father's going to assfuck me now,
and start choking on me again. Hang in there honey. Enjoy your orgasms
and concentrate on your performance.... maybe they'll let you live
through this. I love you....."
Linda's eyes grew wide and glassy. Her face turned red, and her mouth
flew open, straining to get a breath of air. Her face was a study of
unrelenting pain. The strangulation and ass rape had apparently begun. A
moment later Shara felt Osana's fingers take the ring at the back of her
garotte, and begin to twist it. The flow of air to Shara's lungs stopped
immediately, and through a haze of pain, she realized that her mother
was seeing her face as clearly as she saw hers....mother and daughter
were indeed sharing this unique experience. It wasn't very much comfort
to know they were suffering together, but right now it was about all the
comfort they had.
End of part VI
İ 1999, Aiken
