"High-heeled hell" Part VIII
By Aiken 2000
Pulling up to the large Victorian-style home, Allie parked alongside the
other vehicles in her friends' driveway, and leaned into her rear view
mirror to check her makeup. She had retouched her cheeks and lips
several minutes earlier, before entering the liquor store, and they
still passed Allie's freshness test. Her shining red lips were still
impeccably lined, moist and kissable, her cheeks were still richly
contoured with powder and blush. Her beautiful eyes were the same as
they always were...permanently lined and shadowed, and full of
smoldering sex appeal. But they sparkled with an extra mirth tonight.
Allie had just gotten a raise, and her long-awaited promotion. She
couldn't wait to share this good news with her two dearest friends.
Clutching her purse under one arm and a bottle of chilled champaign
under the other arm, she shut her car door and made her way up the steps
to the front door, moving sinuously in her tight green vinyl dress and
matching high heels. Allie hadn't gone home to change clothes yet, so
this new lady executive and program director at a local radio station
would be wearing her power dressing a bit longer than usual. But that
was fine, since she knew Dirk and Belinda loved to see her at her
feminine best. There hadn't been enough time to plan anything more
extravagant than this. But taking off from work an hour early, buying a
bottle of bubbly, and an impromptu get-together with her old college
chums would have to do. With her provocative look, it might even lead to
something they all loved to share together... sex.
She rang the bell and waited. A moment later Dirk appeared at the
doorway, smiling broadly. He was wearing a bathrobe, and quickly
welcomed her inside. "Hi, Al!" he said, hugging her warmly, "You look
good enough to eat! What brings you by tonight?"
"Feast away, baby. I came to celebrate my new promotion with you and
BeBe," Allie said, holding up the bottle of champagne. Dirk always
called his wife Linda, but Allie still loved to call her BeBe, using
Belinda's pet name that their sorority sisters had given her 15 years
ago.
"That's great news, Al." he said, taking the bottle from her hands,
giving her a hard kiss and another hug, "Congratulations. You picked the
perfect time to party with us, too. Come see what that wild girlfriend
of yours is up to." His kiss and comments sent tingles careening up
Allie's spine. This was perfect. Apparently they were already up to
something hot and sexy that she could slip right into....
Allie, who recently turned 33, was an absolute knockout. She was a tall
statuesque blonde with greenish-blue eyes. At nearly five foot, eight
inches, she stood taller than most women, especially in her 5-inch
heels. But Dirk still towered over her at 6 foot, 6 inches. Allie had
been married for seven years while in her twenties, but her Stanley died
in a train wreck when she was 28. His insurance policies, and the
lawsuit settlements hadn't made her rich, but they allowed her to live
very comfortably, while raising her one daughter, and cultivating a
radio career. She loved Stanley, but he had been a hard husband, moody
and cruel, especially in bed. She often worried that he would snuff her
himself, which every husband has the freedom to do, or enter her in one
of the public wive's lotteries, as he often threatened her, either for
the prize money, or just to punish her for something.
Wive's lotteries culled hundreds of women each day to be publicly
tortured, hung or roasted, or to live out short lives of brutal
servitude in a variety of sex industries. If a man wanted the freedom to
remarry, or if he was bored or in any way dissatisfied with his wife, he
could choose to have her identity code included in one of these
lotteries. Once entered, a wife's code would be automatically re-entered
each day for two years, or until selected. A husband submitting her to
the lottery collected a sizeable cash award up front, and a much larger
sum of money when she was chosen. He could not change his mind, or her
possible fate, till her time ran out, and was not allowed to snuff her
in the interim without repaying the cash award. If a wife escaped
selection for two years she was declared a survivor, automatically
granted a divorce, and given a substantial cash settlement to begin a
new life.
Surviving a lottery was the only legal way a woman could obtain a
divorce from her husband. For that reason, some women would sign
themselves up and take their chances. This of course required the
husband's consent, and all prize monies were issued to him just the
same. Odds of her being picked for one of twenty-six different lethal
assignments on any given day were usually about one in 2000. A wife
could be selected and taken away as quickly as 24 hours, but her number
rarely surfaced for several months. This daily suspense could torture a
girl more than almost anything. Keen public interest in wive's lotteries
and their ensuing events bankrolled the operation. Gate receipts at
weekly festivals, feast days, hangings, and dozens of other attractions
featuring lottery victims primed the pump. But the big revenue came
through the sale of lottery chances, or tickets. People bought tickets
trying to match one of the selected wive's secret identity codes, or the
randomly selected numbers of her assignment group. Players could win
huge cash prizes, as well as options to participate directly in the
rape, torture, and snuff of one or more of the women in question.
But Allie was spared any such fate with the untimely death of her
spouse. Her pressure to satisfy him had been lifted for 5 years, and she
discovered that she rather enjoyed being unmarried. Lottery-surviving
divorcees, as well as unremarried widows with one or more children to
raise were called "loophole ladies." They were set free from any husband
commandeering them, and having ultimate commission over their life and
death. But Allie deeply missed having a husband, and enjoying sanctioned
sex every night, even if it meant being bound up, whipped, strangled,
threatened, or otherwise mistreated sometimes. That's why her friendship
with Dirk and Belinda was so important to her. She turned to them often
for companionship, and highly fulfilling, if sometimes kinky, sex.
Dirk shut the front door, and locked it securely, then took Allie gently
by the arm. They crossed the spacious entry hall together, stepping over
a number of heavy cables and equipment boxes along the way. It struck
Allie as kind of odd that Dirk was in his bathrobe, and this foreign
clutter was laying about his usually immaculate home. She quickly
brushed those thoughts aside. She was here to relax and have fun, after
all. Inside the living room Allie got the shock of her life.
In the middle of the floor her lifelong friend was kneeling on a bizarre
platform with her arms tightly bound behind her. A front piece of the
platform clamped her large breasts like some kind of modern-day stocks.
Except for a pair of outrageously tall white platform heels, and an
unusually heavy layer of makeup on her face, Belinda was entirely naked.
Her head hung limply over a padded rail atop the metal faceplate that
enclosed her tits. Belinda's breasts were severely swollen, and a dark
splotchy blue. Her face was ashen. Professional looking video equipment
was positioned around the room on rolling racks. Three muscular
technicians were present, two of them manning portable cameras, roving
quietly around the room. A third man was standing at a narrow console,
speaking softly into a headset. This explained the cables and equipment
boxes, as well as the extra cars in the driveway, but nothing else.
"My god, Dirk," Allie cried, rushing over to lift Belindašs head from
the rail, "What have you done to her? What's this twisted around her
neck? Rope... Oh! The poor dear....you've been strangling her
again....have you killed her this time? My poor, poor baby." One of the
camera men moved closer, directing his lens at her and her motionless
friend. Behind him Allie saw her own tear-filled expression appear on
one of the video monitors.
"No, of course not." Dirk answered, "Now take it easy, Al. She's fine.
Just unconscious for a couple of minutes, recovering from some
asphyxia-induced orgasms. She'll come around soon enough, ready for
another go. This device around her throat is a garotte. It's the sexiest
breath-play toy you've ever seen, and I know you've seen plenty of them.
I've been strangling her off and on for the last couple of hours. That
hot teacher over at Shara's torture and snuff class gave me the idea of
using the garotte and all these other gadgets on Linda here. I requested
them to be sent here, along with these network boys. I'm having a blast,
and we're getting the best live-ratings CTC has pulled since all those
ambassadors' daughters were hanged a few years ago. This thing is making
us incredibly rich, Al."
"The Classroom Torture Channel?" Allie asked, her expression changing
from stunned to dubious, what are they doing broadcasting here? This
isn't a schoolroom."
"No, of course it isn't." Dirk replied, smiling bigger than before. But
that is..." He pointed to a large monitor mounted on a low rack in front
of Belinda. In the monitor another girl was shown kneeling in the same
fashion as Allie's dear friend. "That's Shara right now at school, in
Miss J's class, getting the same treatment as her mother here. They are
linked up through a real-time vid connection. That little asian girl has
been reaming her ass with a cone-shaped dildo, and choking her into
submission just like I have been doing to Linda. This is the first time
ever for a mother/daughter combo, with them keeping each other company
over a live vid link. Viewers worldwide are going bonkers over this
thing, and so is our bank account."
"Jesus, Dirk," Allie said, her expression switching back to shock, then
horror, "You can't be serious... Not Shara too. Your own daughter. I
held her in my arms not too many years ago. She can't be ready for
something as miserable as this."
"What do you mean? It all started with her." Dirk responded, "She
volunteered today at school. That's right...she signed a quick-release
and everything. Really surprised us too. As you know, law forbids
parents from participating in any way when a daughter volunteers. But
the liaison officer notified us and gave us the option to say goodbye
over the link. Then I got this neat idea to do Linda too, just like Miss
Juniper does her girls. You know, with the same high heels, lipstick,
and everything. We were both so turned on by the things Miss J. was
talking about, and demonstrating on the girls, It sounded too good not
to try it out. The school and network guys loved my idea, and jumped all
over it. I've lost track of how many times I've come so far. But I'll
bet Linda and Shara have climaxed more times than I have...That's the
way that damn garotte thing works. Now go ahead and puff some air into
Linda's mouth, Allie. That should wake her up a little faster. She'll
have plenty more to tell you about all this if her voice is still
working."
Allie was distraught seeing her friend in such a dire predicament. But
at least she understood now. Just like Stanley used to do, Dirk enjoyed
playing rough bondage games with his wife. Strangling her and whipping
her was a regular part of their sex life, and Allie had often enjoyed
these activities with them. But Bebe always said she knew where it would
end up someday. Could that day really be today? Allie knelt down in
front of her friend's tranquil face, pressed her lips to Belinda's lips
and blew steadily into her. One breath, then two. In the corner of her
eye she saw Dirk open his bathrobe slightly and begin to stroke his
enormous cock. "The bastard," she thought, "Even now..." He always loved
the sight of women kissing. Whenever two ladies' thickly painted lips
met in a kiss it completed an electric circuit for him, with hot sparks
dancing through his dick. She and Belinda had spent many happy hours
igniting those sparks.
Belinda was a gorgeous shapely 35 year old woman, with large brown eyes
and medium-length chestnut hair, streaked with henna highlights. She
worked on her figure relentlessly, and it showed. Her waist was trim and
hard, and her succulent boobs were large to die for. She had lived far
longer than most married women do in this strange Dolcettian world,
probably for doing such a good job of pleasing her husband in bed, and
for participating in wild groupsex with him and close friends like
Allie. And also because she was such a great-looking trophy wife who
truly enjoyed the submissive role of women in the late 2100's. Dirk was
the kind of large domineering man that fulfilled her in every way. His
family had built a small chain of dry cleaners and laundromats that made
him very well-to-do. Dirk often teased of snuffing Belinda by age 40 and
trading her in for two twenties. But the closer she got to that age the
more the girls were starting to believe his threat. The idea both
frightened and excited Belinda, who adored her rich, handsome husband
beyond all measure.
Now it was Allie's turn to be frightened, as she kept puffing little
bits of air into Belinda's mouth. She might lose her closest female
friend in all the world, and on the same day that her career took the
biggest jump ever. Suddenly Belinda jerked a couple of times and cried
out. She was coming to...
"BeBe, can you hear me?" Allie said, holding the woman's face and
watching for her eyes to clear, "It's Allie. Honey, are you OK? Please,
wake up, baby."
"Mnn-hmm." Belinda answered her, slowly finding her senses, "I didn't
know you were coming over, Al....I'd give you a hug, but you see how it
is...."
"Of course I do," Allie said, hugging her friend's tear-streaked face,
smelling the rich perfume of her hairspray and cosmetics. With their
left cheeks pressed tightly together, she whispered into her ear, "Are
you alright, Be? You had me scared there. It looked like Dirk had gone
all the way with you, and made you his snuff victim."
"I know," Belinda said in a scratchy sing-song voice, "And that's
exactly what he's going to do. But I'm alright, Allie. Well, what I mean
is...I'm not alright. This hurts like absolute living hell, but that's
OK. I've never seen my husband so pleased. He's getting all of me today,
and that makes me the happiest woman alive. He says I am making him the
richest man in town. He says he'll make me last as long as he can, give
me as many orgasms as a woman can have. He's taking exactly what he
wants from me, and I want him to have it. Easy with my breasts hon'
....you can't imagine how this thing makes them feel. It's like someone
stuffed my boobs into a tight bag, pounded them with a meat tenderizer,
then made the bag even tighter. It's strange, because I don't think
Dirk's hardly touched them."
"That's because of the swelling, dear." Allie said, "They look awful.
Maybe I can release them and get some circulation going back into
them..."
"No, no..." Belinda warned, "You mustn't try that. Well, what I mean is
you can't. The bands that hold my breasts are locked into place. Dirk
has the only key that can release them, and he doesn't intend to use it.
But there's more. There are these little spears that he plans to unleash
later.....they will stab into them, doing all kinds of damage. So what I
am feeling now is really nothing.... compared to what it will feel like
then. Besides, Shara is experiencing everything the same as me. That's
giving me some courage. If she can take it, then so must I."
"Oohh, Bebe... we have to stop this." Allie cried, "This can't be
happening to my best friend. Dirk, we have to stop this right now."
"You don't understand do you?" Dirk said gently, "She really wants to do
this. Forget her pain and all that being-brave-for-her-daughter
bullshit. She's our snufftoy now, and she's already hooked on the sex,
on the orgasms that only the garotte can give her. Hell, if I turned her
loose right now she'd probably fight me to get back under its spell."
They both turned to look at Belinda. She looked up at Dirk and Allie
with a silent half-smile that didn't deny anything he had just said.
"That's bullshit," said Allie, after a thoughtful pause, "The kind of
stuff a hard cock wants to hear, and nothing more. She's
confused...delirious. She should be set free right now, and so should
her daughter. There has to be some mistake with that business at the
school anyway. Shara's too young to be subjected to anything so cruel."
Dirk backed away from the baleful stare of the cameras, and silently
motioned Allie into the hallway with him, where he could speak to her
conspiratorially.
"Listen, Allie, I see how you're feeling, all shocked and everything,"
Dirk said in a low whisper. "But you need to settle your ass down right
now. Your demands aren't going to change anything here. And I don't need
to remind you of the trouble you can get into for interfering with a
legal snuff. The law is one hundred percent on my side, and so is public
opinion. But it would sure mean a lot to Linda if you could support her
on this decision. You always were her absolute favorite love partner
....and mine. What if you were to stick around and sort of be a
hangman's helper? It would comfort her so much to know it was you
helping me out in there. And don't forget that little thing called a
live-share. By participating, you would receive a nice slice of the
royalties we're creating, which are going to be enormous. Sure you can
go manage that radio station at your new job, but you could buy the
whole damn station with the money you'll be making here tonight, and
making your best friend happy at the same time. It's the chance of a
lifetime, Al. What do you say?"
"Damnit, Dirk," Allie said, after a long moment of looking into his
eyes, "You always were a master salesman. BeBe's known you were going to
do this to her someday. So have I, but I wanted her to put it off as
long as possible. You know I'm no shrinking violet. We've done lots of
kinky things together over the years, haven't we? Attended lots of
catered snuff parties, female barbecues, you name it, and had a ball.
But she's like my sister in there..."
"All the more reason to honor her wishes, wouldn't you say?" Dirk said
with his eyes twinkling, "Besides, she asked me to make a hard run at
courting you after she's gone. Cause she knows I've always been crazy
about you. I plan to honor that wish as thoroughly as I can." Allie's
face broke into a smile when she heard this, and she hugged Dirk closely.
"Ohh, Dirk, I'm sorry." Allie sighed, suddenly seeing another white
dress in her future, "Guess I'm a little bit selfish when it comes to
her. Are you really sure about her wanting this now? And Shara too? It
just seems so difficult for them, and I don't want to feel guilty about
any of this. I've got to know...."
"Of course I'm sure," Dirk said. "Positive. Ask her for yourself. No,
you just did that. Ask her again. Or just go look at the video statement
she made. The cameras never lie. And they all say the same thing, Al.
It's good enough for legal invokement, open and shut, even if she
werenšt my wife. Shouldn't that be good enough for you?"
"Well.....OK." Allie finally conceded, smiling sheepishly. "I guess I
should go give you a hand, then. Damn! I wanted to come and celebrate
the evening with you two. Now look at what I've gotten myself into."
"That's the spirit, Baby!" Dirk whispered excitedly, "You're coming over
tonight was more perfect than you'll ever know. Now, you remember what
live-share performances demand. Complete enthusiastic participation. The
wilder, sexier and meaner, the better. That's what spikes the ratings
and drives your share. Now let's get back in there and knock 'em dead!"
"Yes sir!" Allie answered, winking at Dirk for the pun he fully intended.
End of part VIII
Š 2000, Aiken
