High Heeled Hell

Part X

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

Dirk and Allie and were taking a break from torturing Dirk's lovely wife 
Linda. They had prepared a snack of tuna sandwiches and tomato soup. 
"Got to keep our strength up, boys," Dirk said, as he passed a platter 
of sandwiches and a pitcher of milk to the CTC video technicians hard at 
work in his living room. The 3 techs had been filming the outrageous 
events taking place in Dirk's spacious living room for the previous 
three hours, and uplinking them worldwide via the Classroom Torture 
Channel. Dirk and Linda's lifelong friend Allie were honoring Linda's 
invokement request, and garnering a fortune in broadcast royalties while 
they abused the poor woman.

Dirk had spent most of the last half hour cock-choking his beautiful 
35-year old brunette spouse and spraying her mouth with hot come as she 
knelt in the pitiless confines of the MTP-5000, a wheeled torture 
platform that imprisoned her breasts with tight steel bands. Meanwhile, 
Allie had been strangling her dear friend by gently twisting a rope 
garotte into Linda's smooth throat with her left hand, while she 
patiently whipped Linda's ass with her right. Linda's bound hands 
squirmed behind her back as her body quivered in pain. She was powerless 
to stop her abusers. Allie used a thin fiberglass whipping rod she and 
her two friends had always been fond of. Barely an eighth of an inch 
thick, the lightest strokes with this slender tool were amazingly 
effective. Allie knew it was best to ply the rod with light to medium 
force at about one tap per second. Using her wrist instead of her arm 
was the key, so a whipping could last almost indefinitely without tiring 
the arm. Each swish left an identifiable red stripe while the resulting 
pain and swelling from each blow mounted imperceptibly upon the last. 
The agony this steady process generates is beyond anyone's ability to 
cope. For centuries the technique had been popular for interrogations. A 
man's testicles subjected to hours of light flicks from a stiff twig 
would swell to grotesque proportions, as would a woman's breasts. A 
victim would confess to anything to end the torment. By the time Dirk 
had climaxed and Linda had blacked out again from Allie's breath-play, 
Linda's ass cheeks bore hundreds of narrow red welts, some of which 
oozed blood.

During their breather Dirk and Allie had kept their eyes glued to the 
vidlink monitor tuned to Miss Juniper's classroom, in CTC's special dual 
broadcast. They had just witnessed Tiffany and Samantha's grand finale 
at the hands of the girls' cruel teacher and classmates. Those 
once-consensual snuff victims had endured over 6 hours of the worst 
tortures imaginable. In dying they were released from Miss Juniper's 
capricious domain of hellish pain to enter the world's pantheon of T&S 
celebrity greats. "God that was spectacular!" Dirk said to Allie, "Could 
you believe that? Hall of fame stuff for sure...."

"It was unbelievable...," Allie said. "Unbelievably... hot." It was kind 
of embarrassing for Allie to admit she had enjoyed watching Miss 
Juniper's class finish off their two beautiful volunteers. "Their 
parents must be very proud. But, Dirk, I've never seen two girls go 
through so much unnecessary anguish. I mean, there they were, totally 
sweet, consensual gallows girls, looking forward to their orgasms on the 
slow noose. And look what their classmates were allowed to put them 
through... Are you sure that what Miss Juniper is doing over there is 
completely legal?"

"Of course it is, Al," Dirk countered before taking another huge bite of 
his sandwich, "Do you think she would have a worldwide live-feed of this 
thing going if it wasn't?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Allie said, munching thoughtfully, "I just 
never thought classroom snuff lessons were allowed to involve so much 
torture..." 

"Yeah, most schools avoid it, but not because they have to," Dirk 
responded, "A few states prohibit creativity days like she has, so 
schools in other places wimp out to avoid the controversy. They 
micromanage everything. Slow hanging can't last longer than 30 minutes. 
No rapes or whippings can take place unless they are performed 
consensually before the hanging lessons begin. Lots of silly bullshit 
rules like that. Kind of stupid if you ask me..."

"I have to admit it was very exciting to watch.." Allie added, "It's the 
unpredictability factor isn't it? It's that you don't know exactly how 
it will play out, and neither do her poor girls...makes the absolute 
helplessness of their situation so intriguing."

"I agree with you," said Dirk putting his plate down and wiping his 
mouth, "Not to mention more realistic. Professional hangmen don't 
observe any fucking rules unless they make them up themselves. So why 
water it down in the schools? Students should know exactly what's 
happening to women out there."

"I guess that's right." Allie agreed, smiling, "The ratings certainly 
seem to think so too. Say, Dirk, isn't it great that Shara won her 
little deal with Miss J.? She'll get to live for a while longer now. 
Shara sort of belongs to her teacher at this point, doesn't she? Wonder 
what that will mean for your little girl...."

"Say Al, I'd love to feel your lips around my cock right about now," 
Dirk said, grinning broadly and changing the subject, "Would that be OK 
with you?"

"I thought you'd never ask, lover...." Allie winked.

"But..." Dirk added, "Could you, uhhm... you know, fix your lips first?"

"Sure! I'll put it on really heavy just for you, baby," Allie said, 
opening up her purse, "I know how much you love getting your cock sucked 
when a woman has fresh lipstick on..." 

"Yeah..."  Dirk said, his voice growing heavy with lust, "Bet It won't 
stay too fresh with me around though..."

"Sure it will, dear," Allie chirped, withdrawing a lipstick from her 
purse. "If I keep putting it right back on for you...." This product was 
one of Allie's favorites, from Stickylip Cosmetics. It was called a 
Double Shot Duo, and featured two separate colors drawn from two 
lipstick barrels joined side by side. The popular products combined a 
light and dark variety of a similar color. Or, for a wilder look, 
complimentary colors were teamed up, creating stark contrasts and 
drawing remarkable attention to a girl's lips. Unusual duets like pinks 
and blues, or oranges and greens were top sellers.  "Treat your lips to 
a double dose of glossy excitement," the video ads urged, "with Double 
Shot Duos."  Interlacing the sound track with shotgun blasts and the 
sighs of enraptured lovers, their ads went on to show a variety of duo 
applications on actresses' lips. One cute blond was shown sitting at her 
office, opening a lipstick called Double Shot Fire and Ice. Dipping into 
one barrel with it's short wand and flat brush, she applied a blazing 
red lipstick to her lips and winked at a young male associate. "Velvety 
smooth Double Shot Lipsticks set in seconds to a lustrous finish that 
lasts hours and hours. Go from your sexy daytime simmer," the announcer 
suggested, "To an explosive nighttime look no man can resist..." The 
same girl was shown pausing at a dance club entrance to add another 
color to her lips from the second barrel. This color covered the red 
shade beneath it with a perfect layer of incandescent blue. It sparkled 
like sapphires on her upper lip, while the shimmering red still adorned 
her lower lip. The girl smiled coquettishly into the camera before 
turning to join her admiring friends in the club. 

"Create your own fascinating style.... and watch the excitement grow!" 
the announcer crooned as dozens of duo combinations flashed across the 
screen. Some lips wore subtle accents, with colors switching at the 
cupid's bow. Others bore startling designs, fusing every two colors 
imaginable. Some of the examples showed girls' lips outlined in a 
neutral color, such as white or black, further articulating their 
dramatic appeal.

"Stickylip's unique blend of richly pigmented, opaque latex polymers, 
and nourishing lip moisturizers give your lips dependable coverage all 
day long... and all night too... but be careful. We can't be responsible 
for the pleasure Double Shot Duos can lead you to!" The advertisement 
concluded with a close up of the blond woman's erotically painted face, 
her lips still impeccably coated with Fire and Ice. But her eyes were 
wild; her mouth agape, quivering silently with a mixture of arousal and 
pain. The camera pulled back slowly to reveal her throat caught in a 
pillow-loop. A popular accessory on beds these days, a pillow-loop was a 
sturdy snare of white rope leading through special slots in the mattress 
to a motorized winch under the bed. Using his remote control, a man 
could precisely tuck in his girl for a deliciously long night of 
strangling torment, intensified by the slightest bed movements. Her arms 
appeared to be bound behind her in some way. Her male lover was shown 
atop her, slowly pumping his cock into her ass as she agonized and 
orgasmed helplessly on her noose. "Let your imaginations run wild," a 
woman's voice whispered seductively as the picture slowly faded to 
black, "With Double Shot Duos, exclusively from Stickylip. At Dolco 
stores everywhere...."

"Yeah....baby, that's it!" Dirk said dreamily, watching Allie stroke the 
sticky solution onto her full lips. She stood very close to him as she 
performed this ritual. The color was one of Allie's favorites, called 
Double Shot Sunfire Glaze. A blazing red, bordering on orange, it packed 
enough heat and shine to illuminate a room. The second color in Allie's 
Duo was a pearlescent green that she loved using as a contrasting outer 
lip liner. Each Duo applicator wand had a reversible tip that snapped in 
and out of its slim retaining straw, allowing a woman to select either 
the 3/16 inch flat brush, or a very narrow detail brush when decorating 
her lips. She used the pointed end of the smaller brush to apply a 
stripe of Green Lantern Glaze all around her mouth, just outside the 
vermillion. The color change was dazzling to the eye, and also enlarged 
the appearance of her lips. Peering into the small rectangular mirror 
that folded up from the bottom of the two tubes, Allie pressed her lips 
together and pouted a few times. She was very satisfied with her look. 
It was a combination Allie personally found to be very daring and 
delicious, and most effective for driving the onlooker's libido. Allie 
loved to see boys' heads turn whenever she wore it. She could imagine 
every cock growing instantly stiff as she walked past. The girls would 
always stare at her lips too, trying not to be too obvious, and glancing 
away before Allie could return their gaze. 

Her preparations now complete, Allie kneeled in front of the sofa where 
Dirk seated himself, and spread Dirk's bathrobe open. She blew on his 
stiff penis, teasing it for a moment. "Already hard for me, baby?" she 
asked coyly, watching his erection quiver under her warm breath. "Right 
on cue for your blowjob, aren't you...?" She rested her smooth lips 
against the end of his cock very lightly, without pursing them or making 
a smooching sound. Allie repeated this gesture, planting silent, 
frustratingly soft kisses down the sides of Dirk's penis, then up the 
bottom of it and all around his oozing knob. She could hear Dirk 
groaning, desperately wanting more. These weren't real kisses. He'd not 
felt her tongue yet, only the buttery soft touches of her lips. Flicking 
her tongue out to capture a drop of Dirk's precome, she felt his hips 
rotate forward, needing more pressure, more warmth. He had to be inside 
that mouth now, where her luscious tongue resided. Allie loved this 
moment so much, when she had a mans cock bursting with need. It must be 
painful to him, she thought, to want inside a woman's body so badly. 
With so much energy...

With that thought she suddenly engulfed his organ with her mouth, 
swirling her tongue lovingly under him and pressing his knob deep into 
the back of her throat.

"Ah...hhhhhhaaa," Dirk gasped in surprise, his cock's desire suddenly 
granted. He trembled with the unannounced ecstacy of entering Allie's 
throat. A moment later Allie withdrew very slowly, sucking him hard as 
she went, until just his cockhead remained clasped by her gleaming lips. 
Looking up into his eyes, she was rewarded with his expression of total 
pleasure. Cloud nine, she thought, right where I want him to be. Allie 
smirked, as much as a lady can when her painted lips are stretched 
around a man's meat pole. She descended his cock once again, very slowly 
taking him in and out. Back up to the eyes; same look, same happy smile. 
Allie initiated her rhythm now, slowly and steadily. Up and down she 
went swallowing his penis, lovingly fellating this powerful man and 
giving him the sweetest blowjob imaginable.

"Guess Miss J has something real interesting planned for Shara back at 
her house, huh?" Dirk mused while Allie's adoring mouth serviced him.  
"Winning herself some extra life might turn into a good deal for Shara. 
But... then again, maybe it won't be so good for her... "

"My money's...," Allie replied, between mouthfuls of Dirks hot penis, 
"On not... Miss Juniper is just too wicked, Dirk...... She's bound to do 
some awful things..... when she gets your little girl home."

"Yeah, I guess so," Dirk answered, "Hey you suck cock real good, lady."

"Mmmm....hmm..." Allie hummed, transmitting her answer through his groin.

 "You're one hell of a cock-sucker, you know that?" Dirk asked, with a 
familiar grin forming on his face, "You're a dirty cock-sucking 
whore.... Does your mamma know you suck cock like that?"

"Mmmmmm...." Allie hummed inconclusively. Her pussy was on fire as she 
continued to suck him. Her body always reacted instantly to this kind of 
talk. Like a hard slap on her ass, it created an intense rush of sexual 
pleasure and need. She never understood it, but she didn't have to. Her 
body loved his degrading words even if her mind hated them.

"You painted lady..." Dirk continued, his teeth clenched in erotic 
delirium, "Eat me, you bitch ...filthy cunt...You're just a nasty 
cock-swallowing whore, aren't you?..... Does your mamma know you suck 
dick this good? Does your mamma know about that?"

"Mamma taught me..." Allie whispered back to him, pausing for an instant 
to smile wickedly up at him, concluding the nasty conversation they had 
enjoyed so many times before. Allie slid her red-orange lips down to the 
base of Dirk's penis, wedging his meaty cock back into her throat. Dirk 
groaned with supreme pleasure. She remained there, holding very still, 
knowing what would happen next. As expected, Dirks cock twitched and 
throbbed and jetted a full load of his warm sperm down her throat. Allie 
shivered with pleasure as she rubbed and pinched her breasts thru her 
dress, bringing herself off too.

While they rested for a moment enjoying the residue of their orgasms, 
Dirk glanced over to his wife. Slumped over the breast restraining panel 
of her steel prison, Linda was whimpering softly, slowly coming around 
from asphyxia-induced sleep. Dirk looked at the two roving camera 
technicians, who had captured the entire blowjob for CTC's viewers. 
Large smiles could be seen beneath the stare of the men's dark camera 
lenses. The third technician at the control board flashed a thumb's up 
signal to Dirk, and held up two fingers. Dirk basked in the knowledge 
that their live-share rating had gone up another two points. "That's 
another million for me," he thought, "and another million for Allie...."

"Ok, Boys. It's your turn to have a go at Linda there." Dirk said, We'll 
be back in a little while to fit the RG-61 into her mouth and have some 
more fun. Allie I want you to come with me for a few minutes. There's 
something very special I want you to see."

"Ok, sugar," Allie said cheerfully, rising awkwardly to her feet in her 
form-fitting green vinyl dress and matching high-heeled pumps. Taking 
her tall beau by the hand she followed him out into the hallway. The 
eager technicians behind them mounted their cameras onto robotic tripods 
that would capture the action faithfully while they took their turns 
abusing Linda.

Out in the hallway, Dirk grinned at Allie and pointed to the square 
steel devices attached to each of the walls, no bigger than a hotel bar 
of soap. These boxes held small red lights at their tops and small round 
lenses in front.

"My entire house is staged for wireless video and audio processing," he 
chuckled, "That guy at the control panel in there is routing everything 
up to the satellite. Using split screen edits, viewers can watch 
anything they like that happens in here. Pretty wild, huh?" Dirk opened 
a door that led into a small room he used as a study. Entering the room 
he switched on a video screen, then got Allie comfortably seated in a 
straight-backed velour chair.

"This is something I never knew about until today," Dirk said to her, 
kissing her tenderly on the lips. He looked deeply into her eyes, as if 
he were searching for something. Suddenly his face broke into a happy 
smile, "I want you to relax now and watch... this is so exciting, isn't 
it, baby?"

"Yes. Of course it is...." Allie said, breathlessly, "Go ahead, dear, 
let me see it." She was very excited. She felt like a bridesmaid again, 
but she couldn't quite understand.. Why this growing sense of dread?

The screen on the wall came to life as Dirk hit the play button on his 
controller. The image of Linda's beautifully made-up face appeared, 
almost filling the two foot wide by 18 inch tall laser-illuminated video 
panel. She held a look of excitement and concern in her large brown eyes.

"Umm, Hi, Allie," Linda said, smiling shyly, "I'm not sure when Dirk 
will be showing this vid to you, but I have to hurry. He just had some 
weird equipment delivered from Shara's classroom, and some guys are 
coming in from the classroom torture network. They'll be here any minute 
to broadcast Dirk raping me on that equipment. Shara volunteered for a 
snuff assignment at school today. Then Dirk got worked up to give it to 
me the same as Shara. So...here I am wearing the same high heels and 
lipstick Miss J puts on her volunteers. My hands are tied behind my 
back, too.  

"So, uhhhm, anyway," Linda continued, smirking and twisting her 
shoulders in mock struggle, "Guess I'm as invoked as a girl can be now. 
But there's something else I wanted to tell you, honey. Besides that I 
love you of course... Its about the letter, baby. Remember our 
friendship letter? We haven't talked about it in years, have we? I know 
we agreed to tear them up, but I could never bring myself to destroy my 
copy. Don't know why keeping it all this time felt so special and 
intimate. But it did. I gave it to Dirk today, so he controls it now. I 
hope you're not mad at me... or afraid. He's been a wonderful husband to 
me, Allie, I've enjoyed every minute of my time with him. And I know you 
will too, baby. Don't be sad for me, OK? And I won't be too jealous of 
you... Bye bye!"

The screen went dark as Linda's short message ended. Allie couldn't 
believe her ears. Their friendship letter! Allie's thoughts turned back, 
remembering the time when she and Linda had signed each other's letters. 
It was so many years ago. They came out of cereal boxes in those days, 
two identical documents with special instructions, a pen, and a cheap 
thumbprinting kit. Girlfriends were encouraged to sign them and keep 
them as lifelong agreements of devoted friendship. Cereal-box friendship 
letters were a craze that lasted for many years, and were especially 
popular among teenagers from the first generation following the 
Volunteer Snuff Act. Advertisements showed girls filling them out 
happily, with each girl locking up her letter in some secret place. Any 
girl could share a letter with as many friends as she liked. What the 
letters really meant was that if either one of them got snuffed through 
legal voluntary invokement, the other one would automatically go too. In 
for a penny, in for a pound. Producing a friendship letter even 
posthumously would invoke the other party, or parties, without appeal.

Basically a PR campaign to minimize remaining public resistance to the 
voluntary snuff laws of 2116, and 2124, signing friendship letters was 
depicted as lots of fun, and a thoughtful way for two women to show pure 
love and support for one other. But there was a much darker side to the 
loyal bravery and commitment friendship letters conveyed. Either letter 
could be cashed in like a property deed. If a girl gave, or sold her 
friendship letter to another person prior to, or during, her invokement, 
the recipient could claim and snuff her corresponding friend, or 
friends, immediately upon invokement, or at any subsequent time. 
Unawarded letters became the property of the state, as well as any 
unfortunate friends the letters designated.

Letter holders rights had been contested in court many times over the 
years by signatories trying to get off the hook and break their 
agreement. However, provided it was one of two genuinely signed 
originals, laws always upheld the power of a friendship letter. The only 
way to break a letter's authority was for both originals to be destroyed 
before either woman was invoked. Allie and Linda had agreed back in 
their early-twenties to destroy the two letters they had signed in their 
teens. Or at least Allie thought they had. Allie shredded hers in front 
of her friend, and Linda shredded a document too, but Allie realized it 
must have been a fake, slyly substituted for the real thing.

Allie's face flushed with a torrent of conflicting thoughts and 
emotions. How could her friend do this to her? Trick her like this? She 
felt shock, betrayal, grief and fear, and all of it suffused by the 
damnable erotic fervor she bathed in whenever she visited Dirk and 
Linda's home. It wasn't fair. She had been suckerpunched. But the worst 
part was that her pussy still boiled with desire. She was so turned on 
now she couldn't stand it. That woman in the living room whose breasts 
had been mauled by Miss Juniper's sadistic toys, and her ass cheeks 
decimated by Allies whip strokes, that dear friend who had been raped 
and strangled for hours, who even now was being sexually assaulted by 
two tireless CTC cameramen....and would most likely be snuffed before 
the night was through...that woman could be Allie a few days, hours, or 
even minutes from now.

Allie's fate rested solely on the whims of her letter holder now, and 
there was nothing she could do about it. Tears of humiliation rolled 
down her soft cheeks as she looked up at Dirk, who stood smiling proudly 
beside Allie's chair.

"I never knew that you and Linda did a letter, baby," Dirk said, wiping 
away a large tear that had collected at Allie's chin. "I am so amazed at 
you two. What a sexy thing to do...."

"Sure, for you maybe..." Allie said, her voice laden with emotion and 
sarcasm, "It was kind of a secret, you know? It was just between BeBe 
and me, and it was a very long time ago. We agreed to do away with them 
later. But...I guess she fooled me and held on to her half. Damn! I 
never imagined it would come back to bite me on the ass...what a stupid 
thing to do."

"Well, I'm certainly glad you did it," Dirk smiled, "Ecstatic, even! But 
if you've got any regrets now, Al, why did you do it in the first 
place?" 

"All the girls were signing them then," Allie reflected, "We thought it 
was real sexy and grown up at the time, one of those exclusively naughty 
things that girls were counselled not to do, but still couldn't wait to 
do the minute they came of age. We were so excited at the time; I recall 
we had tremendous sex with each other right after. Well, it sure as hell 
doesn't feel sexy right now...."

"Are you sure about that...?" Dirk asked, maneuvering his lips very 
close to Allie's generously painted mouth, "The sensor here in your 
chair thinks differently. It shows you near the top of the scale for 
pelvic heat and electricity..."

"Ohhh...." Allie groaned in defeat, realizing her chair was equipped 
with sensors that measured her sexual arousal with digital readouts on 
the side. Her own body had betrayed her again. "Ummm... most of that is 
probably fear anyway, Dirk...I'm pretty much scared to death here."

"That's Ok, baby," he said getting ready to kiss her, "Fear can be sexy, 
too..." He placed his lips over hers and slowly probed her mouth with 
his tongue. This was the first time he had fondled Allie since welcoming 
her into his home. Allie responded, pressing her creamy lips into his 
mouth and working her tongue in lazy circular motions around his tongue. 
Allie felt another shiver race up her spine as he reached down to touch 
her breasts through her dress. Her hardened nipples ached with 
excitement as Dirk continued to kiss her and gently squeeze her full 
breasts through the shiny fabric. She was completely in Dirk's hands 
now; her destiny linked to his will, just as certainly as it had once 
been to Stanley's.

But Allie couldn't help but be aroused. She had secretly loved this man 
for a very long time, and had always felt connected to him. But that 
connection had just been propelled to its ultimate terms, and with it, 
her emotional bond. From this moment forward making Dirk happy was the 
only thing that could possibly matter to Allie. Brushing aside the 
whispers of fear and shame that sway the mind of every woman upon her 
invokement, Allie yielded to his touch. She could feel Dirk's desire 
surging into her with his tender kiss, filling his lovely possession 
with newfound ecstacy and contentment. She arched her back and pressed 
herself further into his kiss. 

A series of soft beeps could be heard from the back of Allies chair. It 
was programmed to sound a gentle alarm when its occupant was ready to 
climax.

"That will be quite enough of that, young lady," Dirk said, suddenly 
breaking off their kiss to reset the control on the chair and silence 
the beeps, "We'll have plenty of time for that later. We should get back 
to our party now, dear. There's much more fun to be had..."

Allie shuddered with a mixture of excitement and frustration. "Yeah, I 
guess you're right," she said, "Damn chair... I was so close to another 
orgasm!" She accepted Dirk's hand as she stood up, and he clasped her 
into his arms. Allie hugged him for a surprisingly long time, savoring 
the strength of his powerful embrace. She thought about the fun he had 
been referring to, and realized that when they returned to his living 
room, things could go much differently for her now. Her status had 
irrevocably changed from a happy, well-paid co-moderator to a somewhat 
remorseful friendship letter designate. As her pre-nuptial advisor had 
told her long ago before marrying Stanley, Allie would do well to expect 
the worst from here on.


End of part X
© 2000, Aiken