"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