High Heeled Hell

Part IV

"High-heeled hell" Part IV
   By Aiken © 1999

Miss Juniper took one length of rope and tied it around Shara's wrists, 
snugging them together in the small of her back. Shara looked surprised, 
but said nothing. Her prime concern was trying not to fall on her face 
while her teacher tied off the rope. The 7-inch platform heels Miss 
Juniper had given Shara to wear were proving quite difficult for her to 
balance in.

"I know what you are thinking my dear", said Miss J as she drew another 
longer length of rope from her box and approached the trembling Shara. 
"How am I supposed to be an assistant if Teacher has my hands all tied 
up? Well, dear, I have that figured out too. Not to worry."

"You see, I want you to demonstrate some very different things to the 
class as we proceed with Tiffany and Samantha's snuff. This longer rope 
will be a garotte for your throat, dear. Does anyone remember what a 
garotte is, class?"

"Yes," said Jimmy, "A garotte is a neck binding that restricts a woman's 
breathing. More for torture and rape than for snuff."

"Very good answer, Jimmy," said Miss J, "In a few moments, you'll be the 
first to enjoy the splendid effects of Shara's garotte. A garotte gives 
an endlessly variable means of strangulation. Using a garotte, simple 
hand pressure provides a hangman with complete breath control over his 
victim. And once she has been tortured sufficiently the garotte becomes 
an extremely convenient, almost relaxing, means of snuffing her as well."

Shara's eyes were filling with tears. She had never felt so helpless. 
Those casual remarks were not about the consensual snuff volunteers 
Tiffany and Samantha, who stood suffering on their nooses a couple of 
yards away, they were about her! Shara saw nothing convenient or 
relaxing about breath torture or death being inflicted upon her. 
Suddenly she was terrified, afraid she had unwittingly become a snufftoy 
for the amusement of her class.

"Miss J?" she asked softly, trying to control her tears, "I'm just to be 
your assistant, right? I didn't accidently sign up for torture and snuff 
did I?"

"Well, Shara," said Miss J, her hands stroking the girl's neck, "Let's 
see...I have a quick-release there on my desk with your signature on it. 
Your classmates and the video cameras all witnessed your signing it, 
quite voluntarily. Then you put these delightful bondage shoes on for me 
and let me tie your hands behind your back, without any complaint or 
resistance on your part. Hmmm. According to our manuals I think that 
means we can, for the edification of our class, do just about anything 
we want with you. Within reason, of course.

Miss Juniper's treacherous remarks struck Shara like a sharp icicle, 
confirming her worst fears. She saw herself falling through a deep black 
abyss, into her worst nightmare. She hadn't been able to plan any of 
this. It felt so wrong, so unfair.

"But none of this is reasonable," Shara responded, in a louder whisper, 
"You promised me I wouldn't end up like them. At least not now. Maybe 
another day, but not today. Please, Miss J. Tell me you won't let them 
hurt me, torture me, kill me...." Her voice trailed off, choking up with 
tears.

Miss J. looked into Shara's desperate eyes, realizing again just how 
much she loved her job.  A girl's feelings of ultimate fear and dread 
were like a delicious meal for her. Especially when the truth of what 
was happening first sank in for the victim. The inevitable begging, and 
the pitiful bargaining were always so sweet. So real, so helpless, so 
irresistibly erotic.

"I understand, dear." replied Miss J, smiling, "I really do. And you're 
right. I promised you wouldn't end up exactly like them. But I never 
promised you wouldn't be tortured, or turned into our high-heeled 
fucktoy, or maybe even snuffed out in some special way. I haven't quite 
decided about that last part. That possibility can linger for awhile 
yet. This is creativity day, after all." Shara lowered her head and 
began to weep.

"There, now...." said Miss J., gently lifting Shara's chin up to look 
into her tear stained face, "You just woke up from a dream, didn't you? 
A pleasant, sexy dream that you thought could last forever. And you're 
feeling tricked now. But that's just an illusion, Shara. You betrayed 
yourself, thinking you could control something like this, that you could 
drift into it gently. You thought this was a safe demonstration, didn't 
you? But everything here is real, Shara. Look at Tiff and Sam over 
there. Hopping, strangling, bleeding, taking all day to die. Do you 
think it's real enough for them? Of course it is. And it's real enough 
for you.

You betrayed yourself by trusting us not to do something like this. Once 
release papers are signed, even the simplest kind, and consensual 
bondage occurs, it's not just our right to torture, or even snuff you. 
It's an obligation. Don't be afraid. Try to remember everything you have 
studied about volunteerism and invokement, and see the higher purpose 
here. There is such pleasure ahead for all of us. You have many 
experiences to taste. Some of them will be strong, and sharp. Some very, 
very bitter. And some will be very sweet. But all of them are inevitable 
for you now."

Her teacher's remarks left Shara stunned and speechless, the tears 
flowing steadily down her cheeks. "Tears of awakening." thought Miss J, 
knowingly, "Very soon, there will be tears of choking. Tears of pleasure 
and tears of pain."

"Observe closely," said Miss Juniper, resuming her classroom lecture 
voice, "I am tying two simple overhand knots in the middle of this 
12-foot rope, one on top of the other. Next I will place this 
ball-shaped knot directly over the hollow of Shara's throat. Then I take 
the two ends and wrap them smoothly around her neck, pulling them just 
enough to remove all slack." The teacher wound the rope around the 
girl's neck several times in such a way that each winding laid directly 
against her neck and not on top of a previous loop. Shara was trying to 
clear her throat a little bit, partly from the crying, and partly from 
the knot pressing into her trachea. "Can you feel that, Shara?" Miss J. 
asked her.

"Yes Ma'am," Shara  said, hoping her politeness and bravery would win 
her some points.

"Very good, dear," said Miss J. "The knot should feel like a large lump 
in your throat. No pain or choking should be felt at this time. Only 
anxiety and discomfort. As you can see, class, these ropes-ends are 
winding in two different directions, but always flat against her neck. 
If we've done it right this will result in a 2 to 3 inch wide rope-band 
around her neck, with several inches left over at the ends. Loop your 
two loose ends twice under all the other winds at the nape of her neck 
and tie them off with a good square knot"

Miss J made a tight square knot at the back of the neck windings, 
causing Shara to cough slightly. "That back knot tightens everything 
down quite a bit, including our front knot, which should now feel like 
it has invaded the victim's windpipe. Our victim should be in some pain 
now, but still able to breathe and talk somewhat normally. Am I 
correctly describing your situation, Shara?" The poor girl nodded 
slowly, her eyes registering pain and hopelessness.

"Excellent!" said Miss J., "Our garotte is properly in place. Now all we 
need is a good handle." Miss J. reached back into her box of goodies and 
drew out a steel ring, almost 4 inches in circumference. She placed the 
ring against the outside of Shara's back knot. Taking the remaining 
endpieces of the rope she tied them around the ring with two more very 
tight square knots. Shara gagged and struggled a bit while these knots 
were tied, but only from the jerking movements involved, not because it 
made the garotte any tighter.

"There it is," the sadistic teacher said proudly, "The perfect handle. 
This is what makes the device complete. By pulling or twisting on this 
handle, even gently, Shara can be choked by infinite degrees. With 
careful use a garotte strangulation can be made to last for days, or 
even weeks. Truly an exquisite means of torture. Questions, class?"

"I was wondering," Said Pascha, her eyes bright with excitement, "Does 
the victim get any pleasure from the garotte?"

"Oh, yes, "responded Miss J., "Even without sexual contact, intense 
orgasms have been recorded for the victims, along with amazing erotic 
dreams and hallucinations. The garotte victim usually passes in and out 
of consciousness so many times she hardly knows what is real and what 
isn't. But if she is being used sexually in any way, it's like icing on 
the cake. Whether it's tender lovemaking or brutal rape, her sexual 
responses will be heightened many times over, whether she wants them to 
be or not."

"What about blowjobs?" asked Perry, "Are those improved too?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" winked Miss Juniper, triggering a round of 
laughter from the entire class. "Yes, I've been told that garotte 
blowjobs are the very best imaginable. Their ease of use is really the 
key. With the slightest touch you can regulate her gagging and 
discomfort, rewarding her, as it were, with the next breath of life. 
Garotte torture demands the very best fellatio she can give. Thus a man 
is afforded effortless pleasure, the way he is supposed to have it, with 
his victim struggling desperately to suck his cock, blacking out and 
being revived to his hearts content. By the way, It's a good idea to 
keep plenty of ammonia capsules handy."

The class was electrified by Miss Juniper's descriptions of Shara's 
impending erotic torture. They were all staring at Shara wondering how 
well she would hold up to the torments that lay ahead. The boys were all 
dreaming of how it would feel to have her gagging lips softly servicing 
their pricks. The girls fantasized about what it must feel like to be 
her. Some were wondering just how they would react if Miss J. had chosen 
them for such diabolical torture.

"Who would like to experience some of that?" Miss Juniper asked the 
class. Every hand rose quickly, then more laughter ensued, especially 
when it was noticed that the girls were just as enthusiastic as the 
boys. "Were you thinking of using strap-ons, girls?" their teacher 
teased, spurring more giggles and embarrassed looks. "Don't blush so. 
It's perfectly all right. Dildo blowjobs provide quite an emotional 
high, and I assure you they are just as pleasant in their own way, 
especially if you have an appliance that stimulates you at the same 
time. Your victim's pain and degradation, the things that really count, 
are actually heightened. Remember, it's harder to swallow a long rubber 
cock than a flesh one any day." She certainly seemed to know these 
things from experience. "All you girls who want to indulge yourselves 
with Shara, go to the supply closet, and choose your tool. You'll find a 
wide variety of dildos in the top drawer, some realistic, and some not. 
Just be sure to get a harness that matches your sex toy. A good sturdy 
harness makes all the difference." Every girl in the class rushed 
noisily to the back of the room to make their choice. All except for the 
three students standing at the front of the room, whose fates were 
sealed.

"Let's get you ready, sweetheart." Miss J. whispered to Shara, while the 
girls busied themselves happily with the toys. Miss J. got out her 
trusty makeup bag and started hunting a nice shade of lipstick for the 
girl to wear. Besides her love of torturing and snuffing her students, 
and a deep fetish for high heels, the teacher had an intense love for 
makeup, especially lipstick. Her idea of a perfect world would include 
laws requiring girls to keep their lipstick fresh and perfect, day or 
night, perhaps under penalty of death. She finally decided on a dark 
blood-red shade, bordering on black. "Yes. This should make a nice color 
to go with your big eyes and pale features. The darker the color, the 
better those cameras will see your pretty lips doing their work. Have 
you ever sucked a cock, dear?" 

"Uhh....yes, a little bit Ma'am," Shara said meekly, "I did OK with a 
couple of boys who weren't too big. But it really hurt when I tried it 
with Brad. He's got such a big one."

"I know, hon." her teacher replied, holding her chin with one hand and 
stroking lipstick on the girl's lips with the other. "Brad's got almost 
eight inches, I think. Most of the boys in this class have very large 
penises I'm afraid. I have their stats in my notebook. Cream of the crop 
really. If I'm not mistaken there are only two of them who are smaller 
than seven inches. Several are well over nine. And there's no telling 
what the girls are selecting back there. Sucking a cock is like anything 
else, though. The more you do of it, the better you will get. You'll get 
lots of practice today, sweetie. Just remember to worship them, and open 
up your throat. Whatever cock is inside you, you must give yourself to 
it completely. It's owner will sense that, boy or girl, and be ready to 
come much more quickly. You move on to satisfy the next phallus, and 
everyone has a more pleasant time.

"How many of them am I supposed to suck off, Miss J?" Shara asked 
dubiously.

"Why... all of them dear," answered her teacher, who was busy applying a 
lipsealing gloss to the girl's richly stained lips. A sealer that would 
help her lipcolor weather the intrusions her lips were soon scheduled to 
suffer. "You must make all of them come too. Even the girls. Of course 
nobody will come inside of you. I have other plans for their nasty 
discharges. Now don't worry about anything. I know you can do it. Mmm, 
and you'll look beautiful doing it, too. That lipstick is really a great 
color for you. Are you ready to get started now?"

"I'll try my best, ma'am," Shara replied, her voice quivering from 
beneath the rope harness at her throat.

"Wonderful!" Miss J. beamed. "I've been planning this for a very long 
time. You're perfect for this assignment. You'll see."

"Ma'am?" the girl asked softly.

"Yes." said Miss J.

"Is there anything at all I can do," the girl asked, "You, know, to get 
out of this? I'm just so scared....I really wasn't ready to die today." 
Her eyes were tearing up again.

"Afraid not, hon." Miss J said sweetly, "You will experience the garotte 
just as I've described it, in all of it's glory. But, truth be told, I 
haven't really decided if you should be snuffed out today or not. I 
know! How about we torture you right up until 5 o'clock. We see how well 
you've done servicing all the cocks, or cocklike objects, that come near 
you. We could make a determination at that time whether to snuff you 
with the other two, or let you live. If you live you could recuperate 
until arrangements can be made for follow-up tortures. Naturally you 
would be snuffed eventually, but this would allow you to live beyond 
today. Maybe we could even put it to a classroom vote.... Would you like 
an opportunity like that, dear? 

"Oh, yes," Said Shara, "Please. I really want a chance to live."

"OK, it's settled then, "said Miss J, "You must give it all you've got 
now. Only an outstanding performance will buy you some more life. And 
remember, I promise you nothing. Only a chance. And if I don't think you 
are doing as good a job as you are capable of, I will instruct the boys 
to piss down your throat, drowning you in their waste if necessary"

"Class, listen closely for a minute" Miss J said loudly, "Girls, you've 
had plenty of time to choose your equipment. Get back to your desks now 
and quietly put on your harnesses. You may remove whatever clothing you 
feel necessary to be comfortable. We will do this in a very quiet and 
orderly fashion. We will start with Jimmy, then Pascha, and then Perry, 
as a reward for their excellent questions. I will call out each boy or 
girl's name who is on deck for the next round with Shara. No one is 
required to do this for their grade. Participation in today's garotte 
rape is completely voluntary. Anyone who wants to abstain from the fun 
please raise your hand." No one raised their hand. Miss J marked 
something down in her journal. "It's so gratifying to see full classroom 
voluntary participation....bonus points for the entire class."

"Now before we get started I want you to know a few more rules. First of 
all no one comes inside Shara's mouth, or on Shara, or anywhere else 
except where I tell you to. Your come goes inside of Tiffany's and 
Samantha's mouths. All of it. When Shara has you about ready to come, 
you must give her up to the next student. You boys will then step up on 
this ladder and aim your seed into our hanging victim's mouths. We will 
alternate. First one, then the other. Some of you girls who climax 
without a lot of liquid may disregard my rules for collecting your 
girl-come. But I know from your records that many of the ladies here are 
squirters. Those who are able to squirt their come must catch their 
liquid in this cup. When you are done collecting your fluids, climb up 
the ladder and pour it into whichever victim's mouth whose turn it is. 
They haven't had a drink in over three hours, and they desperately need 
one. To maximize this experience for them, though, we are going to 
install these new ringgags into our two victims' mouths. Do you remember 
these gags, class?"

"I do," said Bridget, excitedly, "Last month you described a ring gag 
with spikes that move out, stabbing into a girl's cheeks and tongue. 
Sounded so wicked, It gave me chills when I first heard it. I've been 
imagining how that must feel ever since."

That's right, Bridget, said the teacher, "It gives a whole new meaning 
to tongue and facial piercing doesn't it? Well, I've got one for each of 
our hanging victims. These models have 12 very slender serrated spears 
that extrude about an inch from the gag, for a minimum of blood loss and 
choking. Three go into each cheek. Three into the palette, and three 
into the tongue. I've been told these gags are astonishingly painful. 
The spears are barbed so withdrawing them is many times more painful, 
assuming the subject is still alive at that time. Bridget, if you would 
do the honors, I'm sure our volunteers will have their own way of 
telling us how these feel."

"Wow, thanks, Miss J." Said Bridget, jumping up from her desk. She was 
wearing her new dildo harness, and wagging a narrow black vein-covered 
lookalike of about eight inches. Several students chuckled at her 
bizarre appearance, wearing nothing but the harness, white socks, and 
her tight white sports bra. She looked down and laughed at herself too, 
but wasted no time getting up the aisle to obtain the two torture gags 
from Miss J.

"Put the rings well into their mouths," said Miss J, "So their tongues 
will be caught later by the barbs, and buckle the straps tightly at the 
back of their necks, just above their neck ropes. If they resist you, 
squeeze their breasts. That will make them do anything. These are in 
regular position right now. Rings only. The spears don't come out until 
the right time, after you've strapped them in good and tight. This 
little button on the bottom front of the ring pushes in and slides over 
about an inch, see? Strong springs inside the ring do all of the work, 
really. Be sure the button side faces out and down or you won't be able 
to release the spears. Got all that?"

"Got it!" said Bridget, with a giggle, "I'm on the job!"

"I've got several more of those gags, Bridget," added Miss J, "In case 
you want to try one on yourself..."

"Uuhhh, no thanks, Miss J." said Bridget smiling sweetly, "I'd better 
pass on that. I'd much rather see our snuff volunteers wearing them. I 
mean, you know, their goose is cooked anyway. What about Shara though?"

"Not Shara," answered the teacher, "I don't want anything to dilute the 
delicious garotte experience for her, or for the class. Now I want you 
to stay with Tiff and Sam during all of this, Bridget, and sort of keep 
an eye on them. You know, help the guys up and down the ladder, tip the 
girls' chins up at the appropriate times, that sort of thing. You might 
get to inflict a few other tortures on them if you agree to assist me. 
Sound good?"

"Sure," Bridget chirped.

"Great." said Miss J, "First go sign your name on that accident release 
sheet sitting on my desk. Then slip on a pair of the white platform 
shoes you'll find in that large box under my desk.

"OK, Miss J," said the excited girl, "This is gonna be fun!" 

A few moments later Bridget, smiling broadly and perched on her new 
7-inch heels, had the ringgags wedged tightly behind Tiffany's and 
Samantha's teeth, locking their drooling mouths open as wide as they 
could go. The straps were buckled up as tight as they could be. The two 
girls eyes looked exhausted and pain-wracked. As if the humiliating gags 
couldn't matter any more than the rest of their torment. But very soon 
those gags would matter....much more..... Bridget looked eagerly to Miss 
J. for permission to engage the buttons. 

"Wait for my sign before releasing the spears," Miss J. whispered, 
holding up her finger, "And unhook the two girls foot chains. I'll bet 
they can use the rest, and Shara's about to go center stage. Tell them I 
want peace and quiet." Bridget nodded OK, and unclipped the chains that 
connected each girls feet together. They were no longer forced to keep 
one foot in the air and one on the ground. For the time being they were 
given some respite from the torture that had consumed their energies for 
the last two hours.

"Shara I want you to look up at the large video monitor," Miss J said, 
"We have a surprise for you before your ordeal begins. This is a two-way 
connection."

The girl looked up and an image soon appeared. It was her mother and 
father. Also in the picture were her younger brother and her 2 little 
sisters. All of them were smiling.

"Shar," her father said, "Your mother and I have been told about your 
volunteering for torture class. They're using something called a 
garotte....".

"That's right, dear, we'll be watching you on the live feed" her mother 
said. Her mouth was smiling also, but her eyes held a trace of fear. 
"We've never...umm...seen one demonstrated before. It sounds awfully 
exciting. Your father says if it works as good on you as it's been 
described to us, he'll use one on me tonight. How are you doing, dear?"

Uuhh, pretty good I guess," Shara replied, glancing over to Miss 
Juniper. Remembering her deal, she thought it wise to summon as much 
enthusiasm as possible. "Miss Juniper has explained the torture in great 
detail. It looks like the entire class is going to try it out. They are 
going to take turns, umm...you know, raping me, and choking me with this 
thing."

"I know, we can hardly wait," her mother answered, "Sounds like they'll 
have a wonderful time using you, and I'm sure you'll service the boys 
well.  By the way, that lipstick you're wearing looks adorable. It's 
such a good color on this video monitor. I didn't know you liked wearing 
those dark red shades."

"It was my teacher's idea," said Shara, "She put a sealer on it too. 
It's supposed to make the color last a long time, even after lots of 
blowjobs."

"It does look great." Shara's dad whispered to her mother, "Let's get 
some for tonight, Linda."

"Yes dear, I'll just ask Miss Juniper..."

"Passionberry Wine" interjected Miss J, "And Everlast gloss sealer. 
You'll find them both at Dolco stores."

"Thank you." Shara's mother replied softly, looking a bit flushed. And 
afraid.

"Shara," her father said, "The school liaison told us that your class 
has nearly 20 million live feed viewers, and more are tuning in every 
minute, at $150 a pop. It's just amazing. Advance vid-royalty offers 
have been pouring in ever since you hit 4 million. You are making us so 
rich, sweetheart.

"That's great, dad," said Shara, "I never dreamed folks would be so 
interested in me."

"Well, you and the other volunteers of course," her dad replied, "So far 
it's a three-family split, with the school getting half. Any way you 
figure it, we're set for life. I never knew you had it in you to 
volunteer. We are so proud of you..." His voice choked up a little bit 
and Shara's mother took over.

"Yes, it's such a gift you're giving us. And we'll have this experience 
of you to treasure forever" said her mother, "Try and enjoy yourself 
dear. We love you very, very much....goodbye now." Shara started to say 
something to her mother, but the monitor went blank. She turned to Miss 
Juniper and asked how she did.

"I'd say you did very well, dear," Miss J. said, "Your eyes stayed 
fairly dry the whole time. And judging by the gleam I saw in your 
father's eyes, I'm betting your beautiful mother will be wearing 
Passionberry Wine, and strangling on his cock long into the night."


End of part IV
© 1999, Aiken