High Heeled Hell

Part III

"High-heeled hell" Part III
   By Aiken 1999

The bell rang signifying the end of the lunch hour as Miss Juniper's 4th 
period students stood crowded around the door to her classroom. "I trust 
everyone enjoyed their lunch," Miss Juniper said cheerfully as she 
approached the doorway, her high heels clicking sharply against the tile 
floors of the hallway, "Sorry I had to lock the door. I couldn't allow 
anyone to tamper with our class project."

Miss Juniper turned the door key and allowed the throng to rush noisily 
inside. "Students, get to your seats quickly" she called out. "We have 
much more to accomplish with our volunteers."

"Ooooh, look at that," Karin whispered to her friend Shara, "Tiff and 
Sam are in a brutal slow-hang, just like Marcia and Chad were telling 
us."

"Yeah, but it looks like their hanging is the easiest part of it," said 
Shara, "Their breasts are in terrible shape with those wire harnesses. 
And look how they're trembling all over in pain. They've been bleeding 
too. Omigosh, Karin, look at those heels they're trying to balance in... 
Mmmm, that's got to hurt. Shara felt a shiver run up her spine and a 
tingle of arousal in her loins. She'd always fantasized about being a 
slow hanging victim. And she dreamed constantly of wearing high heels 
like that. She could barely believe her two friends had chosen to hang. 
But they were having to endure their hanging, while endlessly skittering 
on high-heeled tiptoes. This was the kind of cruelty that only Miss 
Juniper's Creativity Days could dish out. Shara and Karin had a ringside 
seat to this erotic torture and snuff, and a chance to get a good finals 
grade to boot. It was a lousy deal for Tiffany and Samantha, but a 
pretty good deal for Shara and the others.

"Hey Shar, you know what I heard?"  Karin whispered excitedly, " Miss J. 
is planning to let the jocks work them over later. You know...snuff sex!"

"Oh God," Shara replied, "I can't wait to see that!"

"Be quiet for a moment, students," said Miss J., shooting a sharp look 
at the two whispering girls, " unless you'd like to join these two up 
here on the platform. "I need to assess the condition of our two lovely 
volunteers...."

"Let's see.." said Miss Juniper, looking closely into Tiffany and 
Samantha's faces. Their eyes were opened wide in terror, blinking away 
tears and sweat. "Still quite conscious, I see. From the redness of the 
faces and their ragged breathing they appear to be in the second stages 
of asphyxia. These nooses are quite snug. They can still gulp small bits 
of air but only with great effort...and pain. We could conceivably keep 
them at this stage almost indefinitely. Or until complete exhaustion 
claims them, perhaps in a day or two."

Tiffany was desperately working her lips, trying to whisper something to 
Miss J. "Shhhh. Shhhh. Calm down, Tiff. You're in good hands...." Miss J 
said soothingly. The teacher stroked her cheek, giving her a sympathetic 
smile. She slowly began to kiss the girl. The teacher went gently at 
first, just pecking at the girl's trembling lips, which had been painted 
a rich glossy red. She continued, kissing her more deeply and earnestly. 
Miss J. started squeezing the girl's breasts as she continued the kiss, 
mauling them inside their wire prisons, and causing her victim to arch 
her back in terrible agony. Finally Miss J. broke it off, and Tiffany 
fell back into her slow-hanging dilemma, her eyes bulging silently with 
unfathomable pain.

"Mmmmm, that was delicious, Tiff...." she said. She took out her 
lipstick and mirror and carefully retouched her lips. Then she reached 
over to the pitiful girl and repainted her lips too, buttering them 
thoroughly with the dark red lipstain. "Remember, class, she's at a 
place now where every tiny breath is vital to maintaining her life. If I 
had continued kissing her like that she would have died rather quickly. 
I was very tempted, too.....no kiss tastes as sweet as when sipped from 
a strangling girls lips." 

Miss Juniper put her lipstick away and turned back to her class. "Girls, 
when the day comes for each of you to give that special kiss, please 
remember how much pleasure you are affording your hangman. That, in 
turn, will give you supreme pleasure. Now, our two volunteers have been 
gently hanging here like this, perched on their high heeled tiptoes for 
the last couple of hours. These platform heels they are wearing cause 
terrible cramping in their toes and calves. It must be excruciating, 
right girls? But as you must know by now we are conducting Creativity 
Day exercises here. And mere excruciating is not enough."

"My last class devised some extra distractions for these girls." Miss J. 
continued, tapping different spots with her long pointer stick as she 
spoke. "They glued thumbtacks inside these pretty shoes here. They can 
only hold one foot down at a time. This explains why our girls dread so 
much having to switch feet when one little foot grows too tired to bear 
their weight, which is fairly often." Her pointer stick gently traced 
its way up Samantha's ankle chain to where it slipped thru the large 
loop at the end of another chain that continued up between Tiffany's 
legs, connecting finally to the wires wrapped at the base of Tiffany's 
enormous breasts. Breasts that were impaled in dozens of places by sharp 
barbs, and were looking fairly gruesome and blue. "Elegant, isn't it? 
You can see that any movement they make tugs rudely against the opposite 
girl's breastwork. These barb wire brassieres that my enthusiastic third 
period students constructed are digging in very nicely. Their breasts 
are bleeding a fair amount now, and must be in enormous pain. In fact, 
I'll bet these two have never felt any pain quite like it. Have you 
girls?"

Tiffany and Samantha opened their jaws and tried to answer her, but 
could only get out a few anguished gurgles. 

"Would you like to be let down for a while now, girls?" Miss J 
continued, "I'll bet you could use a little rest, couldn't you...? Both 
girls tried their best to nod their heads in agreement. "Don't you 
realize that it will be even harder to resume hanging later? It will be 
more difficult for you in the long run, but Ok. We have to keep you both 
going for nearly four more hours, til 5 PM, so we can take a little 
sidetrip in today's demonstrations."

Miss Juniper tapped her electric control a few times raising the steel 
platform the girls were barely standing on, allowing them to bring their 
shoes (one each) back into full contact with the floor. Their teacher 
continued raising the platform until the ropes slackened at their necks 
somewhat, and they could breathe almost freely again.

"That's enough for now." said Miss J, "We have to keep a little tension 
on those throats. This isn't a reprieve after all, just a delay."

Shara Simmonds, I would like you to open that box that is sitting on my 
desk. Withdraw the two items that are inside it and hold them up to the 
class.

Shara was a little shocked when Miss Juniper called out her name, but 
recovered quickly. She went to the teacher's desk, opened the box and 
let out a sigh. Inside it was a pair of extremely tall white patent 
leather platform heels, identical to the shoes Tiffany and Samantha were 
wearing. With a strange tingle, she drew out the shoes and held them up 
to the class. The classroom oohed and aahhed. Shara had always been 
excited by heels like this. She had never worn any, just seen them in 
movies and magazines. She didn't know what to do next and gave her 
teacher a questioning look.

"Shara, I want you to assist me in the next stages of our demonstration. 
I've recently decided that my girls should always wear proper attire 
when they help me. Those sexy shoes are part of the attire I have 
selected. Do you like those shoes, Shara?"

"Yes Ma'am, I do." answered Shara, dreamily, "Very much."

"Do you want to be my assistant today, and wear them for me?"

Shara was filled with both excitement and fear. Her heart was drumming: 
her mind reeling with questions and concerns. But all she could manage 
to say was, "Uh...sure, Miss Juniper! I'd love to be your helper. 
But....I just.... well, I mean....I won't end up like them, will I?

"Of course not, dear," Miss Juniper laughed, "I promise you won't end up 
like them. In fact, they haven't even ended up like them...yet. They are 
living out a consentual fantasy that took months of preparation. I just 
need you to help me take these girls' torture to the next level. In 
addition to your performing rather simple tasks for me, I want you to 
describe certain things to your classmates. Things that our victims 
would be unable to tell us, that you would see from up close. And also 
with your.... personal perspectives, since I know that a slow-hang snuff 
is your favorite fantasy as well."  Shara blushed and nodded. She forgot 
that Miss J. had ordered extensive personality profiles on all her 
students at the beginning of the year. 

"I need you to sign this short consent form. We'll be handling some 
dangerous items up here, and this will protect the school in case you 
have an accident and hurt yourself."

Shara was quivering a little bit as she signed the form. This whole 
thing was so weird. But she was so completely turned on she could hardly 
stand it. She handed it back to her teacher and looked to her for 
further instructions.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Miss J. smiled, as she tucked the form into a 
file folder on her desk. "Now I want you to put on the shoes. However, 
you must remove all of your clothing first. I want my assistant to dress 
exactly as our victims are dressed."

"Oh, gosh....Ok..," Shara stuttered, "Uh, do I keep my socks on, 
teacher, just like them?"

"That's correct," replied her teacher, "Keep your socks on just like 
them. And be sure to buckle your heels on very firmly."

Shara was a bundle of nerves but she knew she had a great body, and 
proudly took off her blouse and bra. As her smooth perfect breasts came 
into view, everyone could see her nipples were fully erect with 
excitement and arousal. A murmur of appreciation went through the 
classroom. Smiling impishly back at her classmates, she slipped her 
skirt and panties off and kicked off her oxfords. Then, squatting down, 
she carefully slipped the platform shoes on over her white ankle socks. 
She smoothed the straps lovingly around her ankles and toes, and buckled 
them as snugly as her teacher had instructed. They were obviously a 
perfect fit.

"OK, um....I guess I'm all set," Shara said. She stood and started to 
walk around a little bit, but wobbled awkwardly and nearly fell. "Oohh, 
these things are really tall."

"They'll take some getting used to..." Miss Juniper answered, a bit 
distantly. She was opening a couple of drawers on the opposite side of 
her desk. "Shara, I think everyone has noticed how erect those nipples 
of yours are. "Would you please tell the class how you are feeling at 
this moment? I want you to be very explicit. Take as long as you need to 
describe your feelings thoroughly."

"Um? Yeah, I uh...I guess I'm really feeling pretty turned on right now. 
My nipples are hard enough to pop, but it's not because I am cold. I am 
feeling hot all over my body. My....uh, my vagina, is feeling real wet 
and tingly too. I guess I've always had a submissive streak. And I 
fantasize constantly about wearing shoes like these. Miss Juniper's high 
heels have fascinated me ever since I transferred here last year. Now 
that I'm finally getting to wear some tall platforms, it's feels really 
great. They are very hard to stand in, but they make me feel so sexy and 
womanly. It's funny.....wearing them with socks and nothing else is like 
being more naked than naked. I've never been nude in front of so many 
people before. Everyone seems to be enjoying me like this....You're all 
smiling.....I just hope I am making you happy right now?"

Several students let out hearty "Yeah's" and "Mmm-hmm's" followed by a 
small commotion of whistles and giggles. They were definitely enjoying 
Shara's high-heeled nakedness. But many of them were more absorbed by 
her narrative. They all quieted down after a moment. Shara resumed her 
speech, absentmindedly rubbing her breasts and inner thighs every so 
often, while Miss J. continued to tinker around inside her desk. 

"I am shaking a little bit up here. I guess because I'm scared or 
something. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I don't know exactly 
what is going to happen, or how I am supposed to help with this 
demonstration. That's making me pretty nervous. Or maybe It's because 
two of my friends are being slowly tortured to death just a few feet 
away from me. They're in an awful fix, but they still have hours to go 
before they'll be allowed to die. I really doubt they had this much 
suffering in mind when they volunteered to slow-hang. They must be 
terribly frightened right now. It's funny..... I feel kind of sad for 
them, but my excitement about what is happening to them is many times 
stronger than my sympathy for them. I really don't know if that is 
normal or not, or even if it's right or not. Still, that's the way I 
feel...."

"Thank you for picking me to help, Miss Juniper, and letting me wear 
these lovely shoes. I guess that's about it for now, Ma'am." Shara 
concluded. 

"Well done, Shara," Miss Juniper said walking around from behind her 
desk. She held a small box in her hands and a couple of lengths of rope. 
"That was a lovely and honest description given of your feelings at this 
moment. And yes, the feelings you told us about are absolutely normal, 
and absolutely right. Turn around, darling."

"Miss Juniper?" Shara asked.

"Yes, Dear." Her teacher responded.

"Uh.... are you.... are you going to......to put me in bondage?" the 
girl asked.

"Yes, Dear, I am." Miss Juniper replied, taking one of the ropes and 
slowly winding it around Shara's wrists behind her back



End of part III
© 1999, Aiken