High Heeled Hell

Part VII

"High-heeled hell" Part VII
 By Aiken © 2000

Bobby and Rene took Bridget into the supply room, and closed the door 
behind them. There in the center of the room was the last of the three 
MTP-5000's. These were the test models of a brand-new design of mobile 
torture platform loaned to Miss Juniper by Kilo Industrials for her 
classroom snuff demonstrations. This one was still covered with a blue 
satin sheet just like the other two had been. Bridget was still sobbing 
with fear and betrayal, after discovering she had to join Miss Juniper's 
three other snuff victims. She would have given anything to be able to 
talk to her two classmates, and try to bargain with them for her life... 
or even to request a quick and painless death. But Miss Juniper had seen 
to it that she could ask for nothing. Bridget's tongue was immobilized, 
and her jaws wedged open with the cruelest of gags imaginable...The 
RG-61, Kilo's diabolical new ring gag, that was also being tested out on 
Miss J's students Tiffany and Samantha. This gag featured hidden 
extrudable barbs designed to pierce the victim's cheeks, tongue and 
palate, with the depression of a single button. 

This day had been full of surprises and smashed hopes. First it was 
Tiffany and Samantha surprising their class by volunteering to hang. 
This demonstration of a slow-hang was to be their dream come true. They 
had both planned to give a sexy 40 to 50 minute performance of pain, 
dancing on air in their slow nooses, before their final orgasms and 
death. But Miss Juniper's surprise announcement of Creativity Day had 
changed all that. Creativity Day, where once or twice a year, the 
students and teacher brainstorm on how to make a snuffee's ordeal 
infinitely more unpleasant. Now the two girls stood in front of their 
classroom, perched on thumbtack-lined 7-inch platform heel shoes, slowly 
hanging on tiptoe as they had for nearly 5 hours...with their torsos 
quivering in misery from yards of barb-wire wrapped tightly around their 
breasts, shoulders and back in gruesome parodies of brassieres. Their 
tender mouths were trapped open by ring-gags identical to poor 
Bridget's. Tiffany's mouth had already undergone the bloody extrusion of 
the RG-61's 1-inch spears, as poor Samantha looked on, tearfully 
awaiting a similar fate.

Then little Shara was asked to be Miss Juniper's helper, and she happily 
agreed. But in the process she unwittingly committed to becoming another 
snufftoy for her class, clad in the same fashionable heels as the two 
hanging volunteers wore. Shara was forced to perform fellatio and submit 
to garotte torture and ass rape, while kneeling in the breast crushing 
embrace of the MTP-5000. Her only hope was a deal she had struck with 
Miss J. that might allow her to see another day, but only if she 
performed enthusiastically and erotically enough for the class, and the 
millions of live-feed viewers. Then, to make matters worse, Shara's 
beautiful mother Linda was undergoing the same torments at home as her 
daughter was at school. Perched atop the third identical torture 
platform, and wearing the same heels, Linda was being brutalized by her 
husband, who had been so inspired by Miss J's broadcast that he ordered 
the equipment brought to his house within the hour. The Classroom 
Torture Channel had gotten in on the act, finding a way to link the 
doomed mother and daughter together through a two way vid-screen. They 
could keep virtual-company with each other as they suffered, while their 
viewing audience masturbated and made high-resolution recordings of the 
drama. CTC's worldwide broadcast of this outrage was, at this moment, 
enjoying the best ratings seen in years.

Now Bridget found herself caught in Miss Juniper's ever-widening snuff 
net. After agreeing to be another one of her teacher's high-heeled 
helpers, she soon found herself being hauled off by two of her 
classmates, who were just following Miss J's orders to prepare Bridget 
for a deadly ride aboard the MTP-5000. Life could be so cruel in Miss 
Juniper's Torture/Snuff Theory II class!

"Hey, you got those scissors?" Bobby asked Rene, "We have to remove her 
bra and flip this dildo strap around like Miss J. said. You decide where 
she gets to wear the stupid thing, OK?."

"Ok," Rene answered, pulling a pair of scissors out of a basket of 
supplies and handing them to Bobby, "We better hurry. It's a little past 
four now, and Miss J. is supposed to finish Tiff and Sam off by 5 
o'clock. I don't want to miss anything good." Rene was pretty, a very 
petite girl, almost as small as Osana, but with slightly larger boobs 
and a shapelier ass which she liked to show off in tight spandex pants. 
She had very dark hair, cut into a style shorter than most boys wear. 
Rene was far from butch-looking, though, because she always wore lots of 
makeup. Dark eyeliners and edgy lipsticks were her stock in trade. She 
had kept her pants and top on earlier, while she and the other girls 
were choosing dildos to use on Shara. Rene had left her equipment 
choices on her desk when Miss J. called for help in restraining Bridget.

"Cool." answered Bobby removing the blue silk coverlet, "Look at that, 
this MTP is different from the other two. It has those little spikes all 
over it, like Miss J. was telling us about."

"Snags, Bobby, snags," Rene said, making a face, "Don't you ever listen?"

While Bobby cut off Bridget's sports bra, Rene undid the buckle on 
Bridget's dildo strap, eyed the realistically-veined black rubber penis 
appreciatively, and tried to decide which opening to put it into. "I'm 
gonna put it in her ass, I think," she said finally, "but it needs some 
lube." She unzipped her fanny pack and pulled out a tube almost twice 
the size of a regular lipstick. "This colored lip-gloss is very oily and 
gooey. It should do the trick. Guys dig it cause it's super shiny. Plus 
it has this cool orange glitter in it, and has a wild cinnamon scent. It 
really heats up the lips when you kiss. But If you get much of it on 
your tongue it burns like hell. I'm going to put a half-bottle of it on 
this big cock and cram it up her butt. That should get her 
attention....." Bridget's eye's were fluttering wildly, and she was 
trying to grunt something, but nothing recognizable was coming from her 
mouth except large amounts of drool. Rene completely ignored her 
attempts at expression, talking to Bobby about her fate as if she wasn't 
even there.

This is completely normal behavior. From early childhood people are 
taught to understand that when a subject is bound and invoked, they are 
transformed. In a sense, they are no longer people, merely ready-to-use 
receptacles for pain and humiliation. Their gestalt is reduced to two 
simple functions. To stimulate us with the sights, sounds, and feelings 
of their suffering, and to provide us with a permanent record of their 
erotic demise. They arrive at that status consensually and legally. So 
it is appropriate for well-adjusted co-moderators, or hangman's helpers, 
to enjoy their victim's newly-chosen and correct purpose.

"Yeah, yeah, sure..." answered Bobby who had finished removing Bridget's 
bra, "You and Miss J. both got that thing going on about makeup. Like 
it's so damned important...." He pulled roughly on Bridget's chin, 
tugging her head down towards the MTP-5000. He caused her to stumble in 
her platform heels, and fall on the steel platform. Her knees crashed 
onto the baseplate, and the poor girl shrieked out in pain. "Scoot 
forward, bitch," he said to her casually, disregarding her plight with 
1/8 inch steel snags tearing into her defenseless knees. "Get in the 
middle of it, and push your tits toward the openings."

Sobbing horribly through the two-inch steel ring, and summoning all her 
courage, Bridget did her best to comply. She tried to go carefully, but 
it made no difference. The snags were everywhere, less than an inch 
apart, their cruelty uncompromising. They punctured her knees and shins 
with each movement, leaving little bloody tracks behind her. Bridget 
pressed forward an inch at a time in a dreadful exercise of 
self-mutilation.

"That's bullshit, Bobby," said Rene, "You know it excites you. But you 
don't want to admit it. I've never met a guy yet who didn't get turned 
on when he watched me put on my lipstick, or when he got close enough to 
smell it on my shiny lips." Smiling devilishly at the boy, she stepped 
up very close to him and took the open bottle, which had a bright orange 
ball on it, and rolled it around and around until her two sparkling 
orange-painted lips shone like lamps, throbbing like neon signs atop 
pavilions of sex flashing: Eat-at-Rene's.....Eat-at-Rene's. A rich 
cinnamon perfume filled the air, tinged with the pheromones of two 
sexually active teens. "Cinnamon-Orange.... Heat-Burst, Bobby....." she 
whispered to him with her lips barely an inch from his. "Now 
confess...." she added in the sultriest whisper she could manage, "Don't 
you just love ..... my new lipgloss?"

Bobby moved his mouth forward to taste her lips, but Rene pulled her 
face away, smiling triumphantly. "See there?" she said, pointing at the 
erection straining at his trousers, "I rest my case."

"OK, already," Bobby conceded, a little embarrassed, "Guess when you put 
it that way, I do kinda like it. We can discuss that some more later, 
OK? Right now we gotta finish doing her up. Miss J. wants her back in 
there pretty quick."

"That's a deal," Rene agreed cheerfully, rubbing her lipgloss all over 
the 8-inch rubber cock now destined for Bridget's pooper. Soon it was as 
slippery as her lips. "And a promise, Bobby. Cause I've got lots of 
other exciting lipstick tricks to show you." When she had the dildo 
drooling with the stuff, she kneeled down where Bridget was crouching 
and moaning in agony. She rolled the tube around  Bridget's anus several 
times, till it was dripping wet with orange sparkling goo. She pushed it 
against her anal opening until the ball disappeared, then pulled it back 
out. She repeated the motions a little bit deeper, until she was slowly 
fucking Bridget's ass with about half of the four inch long by one inch 
wide tube. Bridget started moaning in a higher pitch, as she felt the 
burning sensation start to mount. "Feel that, baby?" Rene asked her, "Of 
course you do...so nice and hot....Hey, Bobby, you got her tits through 
the openings on the breast-connect, yet?"

"Sort of, Ren," he answered from the other side, "But I need your help. 
She's wiggling around pretty bad, and resisting the faceplate cause it's 
got snags on it too, but my hands are busy holding on to her tits."

"No problem, be right there," She said, stroking Bridget's pussy and 
continuing to assfuck her with her lipstick tube. "Now Bridget, sweetie, 
you know we have to do this, and we need your help, so I'm going to park 
this pretty lipstick right in here for a minute, while we fix up your 
tits." She pushed the tube in further until it disappeared, and the 
flower of her wet anus closed around it, holding it fast. "Now be a good 
girl, and don't poop this back out yet, OK? I want you to think about 
how hot my little lipstick tube is making your ass feel. Remember, 
that's my horny little dick in there, keeping you warm and sexy for me. 
That'll help take your mind off your tits, and knees and everything. Now 
if you work with me, I'll be gentle with the dildo going in. But If you 
don't cooperate, I bet I can make you feel that rubber dick hit your 
tonsils. Plus, I could always throw that other lever and tell Miss J. 
that we speared your breasts by accident. So do we have a deal, baby?" 
Her middle finger tapped lightly on the bottom of the tube sitting just 
a fraction of an inch inside her tight anus, as she whispered her nasty 
warnings to the girl. Bridget nodded her head, and grunted in the 
affirmative. She would do her best. That was really all she could do 
anyway.

"Good girl!" said Rene, as she moved up near the front of the MTP-5000 
and to Bridget's left shoulder. "Arch your back for me, honey!" she 
said, "And push forward!" Rene held her left hand on the back of 
Bridget's neck, and her right hand pressed the middle of Bridget's back, 
under her bound arms, shoving her forward into the breast-connect. "Pull 
them through, Bobby!" Rene said to her accomplice. Bridget squealed with 
shock, as her breast flesh was pulled rudely thru the openings. She 
howled like a wild animal as the areas around the breast openings, 
heavily laden with snags, embraced her torso, piercing her in dozens of 
intimate places.

"Got em thru ok, Bobby? Rene called out, holding the pain-wracked girl 
against the vertical faceplate of the breast-connect module.

"You bet," he said, excitedly pulling on Bridget's breast flesh, "Far as 
these big boobs can go. Can you tighten the ratchet for me now?" His 
question was met with the clicking sounds of the ratchet lever going up 
and down, over and over. As Rene's right hand held Bridget against the 
plate, her left hand worked the lever, tightening the steel bands hidden 
inside the module. The devices encircling the base of Bridget's breasts 
were closing down, squeezing her tits ferociously. With each breath, 
Bridget screamed with a new found intensity, until finally Rene paused 
to ask Bobby if they were looking tight enough.

"Yeah, I guess so," Bobby said, grinning at his friend, "Look at them." 
Rene walked to the front and saw Bridget's size 37's poking out, 
misshapen, and turning purple. Her big nipples were pointing straight 
out, and looked to be so hard they could almost pop off. Their poor 
victim was just panting now, all out of screams, grateful that her 
tormentors had stopped smashing her poor mams. 

"Hey, that's looking pretty good," Rene exclaimed, "Even tighter than 
Shara's tits. Miss J. will really like that. Look how hard her nipples 
are, Bobby. Guess this is making you a pretty horny slut after all, huh, 
Bridget?" Bridget made some sad groans, which Rene disregarded. She 
walked back to the other end of the platform and picked up the slippery 
dildo and harness. "Time to get you buggered, girlfriend."

"Hey, what about that lipstick tube? Aren't you going to get it out 
first?" Bobby asked.

"Oh, yeah." Rene suddenly remembered, "It's still in there, isn't it?" 
She put her fingertip into Bridget's ass and felt for the bottom of the 
tube. "Yeah, there it is, parked right by the exit. But you know....It's 
almost empty now. Nahh, I don't need it anymore. Here you go, honey. 
I'll be nice and gentle, just like I promised you......" Rene placed the 
shiny dildo against the girl's anal opening and pushed. The head of the 
slippery black phallus popped inside without any problem. She twisted it 
gently and then pushed it in some more. Bridget squealed as she felt the 
fat rubber cock moving inside her, stretching her, and pushing an 
abandoned lipstick tube ahead of it. Both intruders were dripping with 
Rene's burning lip potion, making Bridget sweat all over from the fiery 
pain. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Rene just kept 
screwing the damn thing deeper into her ass a little bit at a time, 
totally unconcerned that a lipstick was being shoved in there, being 
lost inside of her somewhere. It was incomprehensible.

"Ooooh, God, I can't believe that," said Bobby, "Look at that. That's so 
nasty. I can't believe it. You are soo-oo nasty." Rene's eyes were 
locked onto Bobby's, smiling the dirtiest smile a girl can make. Proudly 
fucking the girl with both a dildo and her discarded lipstick, and 
driving the boy insane with lust. Bobby's hands went right to his cock, 
freeing the stiff member from his pants, and stroking it, filling it up 
with the same pleasure that his eyes were drinking in, a pleasure that 
defied description. 

Bridget moaned and whimpered in torment, as Rene continued to fuck her 
ass. Her head slumped over the front of the MTP-5000. All of her tears 
were cried out. The girl was broken, degraded, her dignity crushed and 
forgotten. Rene was rubbing the girl's pussy continuously now, as she 
fucked the dildo in deeper and harder, cramming the lipstick tube 
farther into the unreachable abyss of Bridget's pretty butt. She 
couldn't believe it, but as she relaxed and surrendered herself to this 
hopeless predicament, something amazing began to happen. She was 
responding. Suddenly her pussy was radiating tremendous heat, more heat 
than her burning ass, tits and knees put together felt. Bridget began 
climaxing. Over and over, she came, jerking and rotating her hips, her 
pelvis grinding into her ass rape, her pussy spasming with pure 
spontaneous pleasure. "That's a good girl," Rene was saying to her over 
and over, "You're doing great. Go with it, girl....fuck my dildo, fuck 
my hand...that's my good girl" She had worked her hand almost completely 
inside the girls wet pussy, stretching and reaming it as rudely as the 
dildo was trashing her ass.

"Oh, shit, look at that, you're making the bitch come....." Bobby 
mumbled as his hand kept stroking his fully erect penis. "She's being 
tortured to pieces, Her breasts and knees are a mess. You're even 
cramming garbage up her ass....and still you've got her coming like a 
freight train. Oh, this is so totally hot....."

"Go for it, baby," Rene said to Bobby, "You're ready to pop one, aren't 
you? Then just go for it. Go over there and pour your love-juice in her 
mouth. It's opened up as wide as a girl can have it....."

"Shit yeah," said Bobby, "Why not?" He went over to Bridget's face and 
shoved his dick through the 2 inch opening of her RG-61. It was a tight 
fit, but with the girl's tongue pinned to the bottom of her mouth the 
coast was clear for sliding his big cock down Bridget's throat. He 
couldn't believe how good this felt. He moved it slowly in till it was 
buried in her throat. She was gagging, and trying to turn away, but 
couldn't resist him. Her breast bondage held her fast. "Oh this is 
great..." He said, as he slowly withdrew, then reentered her warm, 
slippery throat."Yeah. You can't do shit. Take me, bitch, take it all 
the way down that neck. Here you go. Here comes my nut.....yeah... 
oooohhhh...." Bobby started bucking his hips and shooting his sperm into 
Bridget's mouth. She was frantically trying to accept his cock and 
breath at the same time. It wasn't easy. She was choking, both on his 
thick liquid, and his big dick. The come just kept pouring out of him. 
"Shit, I can't believe this. I'm still going....I'm, oh, damn..... 
shit...aaahhhhh....shit, oh, eat me, you fucking bitch, eat it all up." 

Bridget, of course, had no choice but to eat his scum all up. The fluid 
pumping out of his dick went directly down her throat, and into her 
stomach. The ring-gag allowed for nothing less. When his climax was 
finally spent, he relaxed, looked over at Rene, who was still smiling 
wickedly back at him. "Was that pretty good, Bobby?" she asked him 
coyly. She was taking the straps of the dildo harness and buckling them 
firmly around Bridget's hips, and tightening the crotch strap so that 
the girl's ass would remain fully packed with rubber for the foreseeable 
future.

The boy's smile said it all. His eyes were silently saying: "What do you 
think?". He just stood there on trembling knees, in a happy 
post-orgasmic trance, with his softening tool still lodged in their 
fucktoy's mouth. He took a couple of deep breaths and let out another 
moan. This moan was accompanied by a squeal from Bridget who began 
tensing up again. Her shoulders tried to twist away from him, but the 
MTP-5000, and his firm hands on her face, disallowed it. She was 
struggling frantically, strangling on something, choking, gagging...her 
throat muscles working overtime to keep her alive.

"Oooooh, you're doing it, aren't you?" Rene said to him, her smile 
bigger than ever, "You nasty boy! You're pissing into her throat, aren't 
you? I can see her swallowing like crazy..."

"Uhh-huh...." he answered, still in a dull haze of pleasure. A couple 
more deep breaths, and he was finally done. He pulled his penis from 
inside of Bridget's ring-gag, and zipped his pants back up. Bridget 
spluttered and coughed, desperate for air. She was blowing liquid from 
her nose as she panted and moaned piteously. They both ignored her 
cries. "I always wanted to do that to a fuck slut," Bobby said kind of 
sheepishly to Rene. "Man, I'm telling you, that felt so damn good..."

"I'll bet it did, you dirty boy." she said smiling, putting her creamy 
lips close to his. "But don't feel bad about it. I never saw that 
before, and it made me hot. I had lots of fun watching you do it...." 
She kissed his mouth gently, moving her lips around a little so he could 
taste her lipgloss, and feel the heat.

"Mmmm, that is pretty hot stuff..." he said, "I like it. Too bad you 
lost your tube inside of her."

"That's OK, I have lots more at home," Rene whispered, "And we'll have 
some more fun later!" 

"Let's go, baby." Rene said, as she held open the door that led back to 
the classroom. Bobby pushed Bridget's platform out to join Shara and the 
others. As they re-entered the room, everyone broke into applause, 
complete with whistles and cheers. There had been cameras in the 
storeroom, capturing every nuance of their erotic experience, and 
transmitting it back to their teacher and classmates, and millions of 
bug-eyed viewers. Their performance had apparently gone over very well. 
Bobby and Rene hugged each other and laughed out loud, knowing that 
their families would enjoy a small but very valuable share in the 
vid-royalties, something called a "live share" since Rene didn't have to 
die to earn her portion of it.

"Bravo!" They could hear Miss Juniper calling out above the din of happy 
applause. "Bravo, students! The best live share marks I've seen. Bring 
our sweet Bridget up to the front here next to Shara. We have only 30 
minutes left before finishing off Tiff and Sam, and we still have to 
vote on Bridget and Shara's fate."


End of part VII
© 2000, Aiken