High Heeled Hell

Part XI

"High-heeled hell" Part XI
© Aiken 2001

Miss Dana Juniper opened the door of her apartment and stepped inside 
with young Shara Simmonds in tow. She flipped on her entry hall light, 
set her purse down on the buffet and locked the door securely behind her.

"My humble abode, dear," she said cheerfully, pulling her student gently 
by the arm. Shara tiptoed along clumsily. Balancing on her tall shoes 
was a difficult proposition for the girl as her wrists were still tied 
behind her back under the thick terrycloth robe. With an anxious 
expression Shara glanced around the meticulously neat apartment. She had 
managed to stop crying and collect her wits somewhat during their 20 
minute drive from school, but she was still in a state of shock. This 
day had been a violent whirlwind of events for Shara, from watching an 
exciting slow-hang snuff being imposed on two of her schoolmates, 
Tiffany and Samantha, to being caught up in that fatal demonstration 
herself.

It was just after lunch, and two and a half hours into Tiff and Sam's 
agony when Miss J. made her move. She surprized Shara by asking her if 
she wanted to help, tempting the girl with a chance to wear some sexy 
high heels while she assisted her teacher. Overcome with the eroticism 
of the moment and of the footwear, Shara eagerly agreed, and signed 
something called a quick release, then disrobed to put on the high 
platformed heels that were identical to the shoes the two hanging 
victims wore. Before Shara could voice any objection, though, Miss 
Juniper tied the stunned girl's hands behind her back. Soon afterward 
Shara discovered that these seemingly innocent actions constituted her 
legal invokement, the turning point where a woman officially gives up 
her right to life, to receive instead a slow and agonizing death, often 
accompanied by rape and torture, and always observed by millions of 
aroused viewers. Shara pleaded for release, but it was too late.

Under the cruel guidance of her teacher, Shara was subjected to several 
hours of mouth rape and agonizing garotte strangulation by her fellow 
students while the girl kneeled, helplessly restrained by the MTP-5000, 
a wheeled platform that anchored her into place by clenching her boobs 
with steel bands. Another curious student, Bridget, was lured by similar 
tactics, and soon found herself trapped upon a torture platform as well. 
While Tiffany and Samantha's brutal slow-hanging torture continued, 
Shara and Bridget completed Miss J's surreal snuff-circus, and 
electrified a record-high Classroom Torture Channel viewership. At the 
end of their school day, when Tiffany and Samantha's ordeal was 
finished, It was decided by a vote of Shara's classmates that she had 
given an exciting enough performance for her death to be postponed till 
another day, with all details and timing to be determined solely by Miss 
Juniper. Bridget, however, got no such reprieve. Her fate was left to 
the devices of four horny custodial workers and the whims of the late 
night journalism department. Meanwhile Miss J released Shara from the 
platform and took the trembling waif home with her.

As everyone in this day and age knew, a woman's Invokement was an 
irreversible act, but few young women realized they could be invoked as 
casually and serendipitously as Shara and Bridget were. That was exactly 
why Miss Juniper liked tricking her girls sometimes, to better prepare 
both student and viewer for the subtleties of real world snuff. People 
often saw invokement as a highly formal matter, requiring weeks of 
counseling, meditation, paperwork and preparation. But just as people 
often plan big church weddings rather than elopements, a long drawn out 
candidacy was merely one possible choice. The friendly, spur of the 
moment approach Miss Juniper chose for Shara illustrated how 
capriciously a girl could be consigned to her hangman. Yet it was still 
entirely legal and binding. A girl was expected to read and understand 
any contract she signed, especially if someone attempted to tie her up 
afterward. Particularly someone as treacherously smooth and cunning as 
Miss Juniper.

Miss Juniper always loved the moment of truth for her poor snufftoys. 
Once their hands were tied and they realized what was happening, the 
girls were long past the point of no return. It was so dramatic! They 
knew their pleas and protestations would fall on unsympathetic ears, but 
they offered them anyway with absolute predictability. Miss J thought 
that was so adorable. She frequently took time to make up the girls' 
eyes and lips while they cried and begged. She loved being very close to 
their faces as they struggled with their emotions. With tenderness that 
belied the violent and painful struggles to come, the teacher would 
paint their faces, allowing the subtle perfume of cosmetics to mingle 
with the scent of Miss Juniper's arousal, and her victim's fear. Miss 
J's soothing voice and gentle brush strokes somehow reassured the girls. 
There was a calming effect when she matter of factly applied fresh 
lipstick and gloss, underscoring the fact that they were truly in for it 
now. Regardless of the circumstances they were part of the show, and 
were required to look beautiful and sexy in their last performance.  

"Are you ok now, honey?" Miss J asked her charge, "I was a little 
worried about you there when I released your breasts and you got the 
shakes. I've seen volunteers get chilled and shocky like that before. 
They can sometimes die on you in an instant."

"Yes, Ma'am," Shara replied in a soft voice, shifting her sore feet on 
the thick blue carpet beneath her, "Thank you for bringing me here. I'm 
warmer now, feeling much better, but my breasts hurt an awful lot, and 
so does my throat. And...umm... I need to use the restroom too, if 
that's OK?"

"That's understandable, dear," said Miss J sweetly, while taking the 
terry robe from the girl's shoulders and putting it in a middle drawer 
of the buffet. "I'll take you to the bathroom in a few moments. You were 
given quite a workout today, so you're bound to be sore. But I wouldn't 
be too grateful just yet. Your execution has only been suspended. It 
must still be carried out when your time comes. In the meantime...well, 
let's just say you won't be too bored here. Turn around and face the 
wall, please. It's time to get you ready for your stay. I require all my 
young lady tenants to wear special garments in my home." Miss J took a 
single sleeved rubber armbinder from a drawer and pulled it over Shara's 
bound wrists and up her arms.

"You mean... you have other girls here too?" Shara asked with a quiver 
in her voice.

"Oh, yes," her teacher answered, "I often board young ladies like you 
whose invokements are on suspension. They sort of keep me in T&S 
practice. I am licensed to lodge as many as three here at any one time. 
Whenever I bring in a fourth girl, I have 48 hours to finalize one of 
the others. Usually I choose the one who's been here the longest. That 
would be Amber. She's been with me for a little over a year. I picked 
her out at a wives' lottery auction a few days after her 23rd birthday." 

Shara's mouth opened in astonishment, "How awful. My simply being here 
means that another girl has to die?"

"Afraid so," Miss J answered, tugging a pair of straps at the top of the 
armbinder around Shara's shoulders and buckling them firmly just above 
her two swollen breasts, "Don't trouble yourself about it, though. She 
understands the rules I live by. Like you, her death was already 
recorded the day she arrived. She's been on borrowed time for an 
enjoyable and profitable extra year, and should be grateful in any case. 
Turn back around now."

"Where are they now, Ma'am?" Shara asked, turning awkwardly in the 
uncomfortable embrace of her armbinder. She noticed the apartment seemed 
entirely silent and unoccupied.

"Tucked away in their lockers, of course," Miss J said cheerily. When 
I'm at school I keep them under full restraint. If they've been good I 
allow them to view my classroom activities on a vid screen. If not, 
well, you'll find out soon enough. Right now we must put on your face. 
My girls wear very special makeup for me, night and day. It's another 
one of my rules." Miss Juniper took a silver tray from another drawer 
and set it on top of the buffet. It was filled with cosmetics. She 
stirred around until she found the items she was looking for. Opening a 
small jar of white creme, she scooped up a dollop with her fingers and 
placed two wet dots on Shara's forehead, then a dot each on her chin, 
nose and both cheeks.

"Eyes closed, please," Miss J. ordered, taking a bit more creme from the 
jar. She began spreading the white substance around Shara's face, 
distributing it with swift circular motions from jawline to hairline, 
and creating the smooth white masque that mimes and geishas are known 
for. "Open your eyes, and take a look at yourself, honey." said Miss J. 
Seeing her image in the mirror above the buffet, Shara blinked. 
Virtually unrecognizable, her face was painted entirely in white, even 
her lips, eyes and brows. It was a startling change.

"Odd isn't it?" Miss Juniper asked as she wiped her fingers with a 
tissue, "What an amazing effect white foundation has. This is a 
professional grade of make up many stage performers use. It starts out 
greasy, but dries perfectly matte. In two minutes, it sets so well even 
soap and water can't budge it."

"Wh...why do you use this stuff, Miss Juniper?" Shara asked, staring at 
the foreign reflection in the mirror. The makeup had a strange smell, 
and she could feel it drying and tightening up on her skin. "It looks so 
odd, like I'm dead... or, some kind of a space alien."

"That's because I haven't drawn your eyes and lips back on yet," Miss 
Juniper chuckled, "Just wait. When I'm done you'll be delectable. You'll 
have the perfect face of a porcelain doll... one of my very special 
dolls." After taking a couple of items from the tray, she moved close to 
Shara's face again. "Now, close your eyes, and keep your lips slightly 
parted." her teacher whispered.

A few minutes later Miss Juniper announced that she was finished, and 
when Shara looked at herself again she was transfixed. Her lips were 
painted a bright glossy red. Against the bone white contrast of her skin 
her lips appeared huge and petulantly sexy. Thick black eyelashes 
accented her expressions, framing eyes that were articulated with dark 
liner on both her top and bottom lids. Delicately thin eyebrows, drawn 
in a classic arch, had been traced onto the smooth white expanse of 
Shara's forehead. Like some impossible paragon of femininity, her face 
came straight out of a myth. "Or at least from an upscale department 
store mannequin," Shara thought as she stared, captivated by her 
transformation. "Like it or hate it, though," Shara thought reverently, 
"you still have to look."         

"See what I mean, doll?" Miss Juniper asked proudly, standing behind the 
girl who was lost in thought. Miss J. suddenly took the leather 
drawstring that was located just above Shara's elbows and pulled it 
hard, moving her elbows closer together, and wringing a helpless gasp 
from the girl. 

"Oh, ahhhg! God, Miss J!" the girl winced, torn from her reverie and 
twisting her torso in desperation, "That hurts my arms. . . could you 
loosen it a little?"

"Certainly not," her teacher replied coolly, "This binder is rather 
loose by my standards. It will be tightened to its proper setting over 
the next few days with the help of some additional straps. It appears 
you've never worn a single sleeve before. It takes some getting used to, 
doesn't it? I love keeping my girls elbows locked together, you know. 
The poor dears look extraordinarily sexy that way. But don't worry about 
it. As you adjust, you will find that this is the natural state of 
things here. Except for a couple of hours of stretching each day, you 
will wear one of my binders continuously from now on."

Shara's eyes were full of tears again as she listened to her teacher's 
ominous words, and wrestled with the burning pain in her elbows, 
shoulders and breasts. The thing was unyielding, and she quickly 
realized that struggling only made it hurt worse. Shara's mind raced 
with fear. Natural state? How could she deal with it? Surely she would 
die if she had to wear something like this all of the time. As she 
agonized with the strain of her binder, Miss Juniper knelt to unbuckle 
Shara's platform heels. She guided her feet out of those tall shoes to 
rest on the carpet. She then removed the girl's white ankle socks and 
dropped them into a wastebasket, leaving her barefoot as well as 
entirely naked, except for the tight armbinder and the smooth rope 
garotte that gripped her gently by the throat.

"Almost ready for your bathroom break and shower," Miss Juniper said, 
"And you certainly need it. Those socks are soaked with perspiration. I 
have some very special boots to put on your later, after we get you 
cleaned up. Have you ever worn a tongue ring, my dear?"

"Umm... yes Ma'am," Shara responded, surprised by the question, "I just 
didn't put it in today. I wear it about half the time to condition my 
piercing."

"Very smart girl!" Miss J smiled, "You saved me the chore of piercing 
your tongue just now. Tongue rings are one of my favorite things. And 
not just for their visual appeal, which I do find very enticing. I like 
to employ them in creative ways to coerce and restrain my girls. There's 
nothing like it." Miss J. withdrew a two-foot length of medium chain 
from one of the top drawers. It had a ring at one end and a couple of 
clips at the other.

"Ooh, shit...," Shara said, letting her thoughts slip out of her mouth, 
"I have a feeling that I'm not going to like this very much."

"Oh, I can definitely guarantee you won't," Miss Juniper laughed, "Open 
up that pretty mouth of yours please . . . and extend your tongue."

Shedding more tears, Shara did as she was told. Miss J snapped open the 
hinged ring at the end of the chain, inserted it through the hole at the 
middle of Shara's tongue, then snapped the ring back together. The ring 
was an inch and a half in diameter, and pivoted to the front of Shara's 
tongue as Miss J. pulled gently on the chain.

"There we go!" the teacher said, tugging the girl's head experimentally 
from side to side with the chain, "I love the feeling of control a 
tongue tether gives me. It's so effective... I can never get enough of 
it. What do you think of it so far, dear?" Miss Juniper yanked the chain 
up sharply, tipping the frightened girl's head backwards.

"Annhhnnn. . . gghhaa!" Shara groaned helplessly with her tongue jutted 
out as far as it could go. Her throat muscles were very sore from the 
mouth rape she had endured earlier in class. The way her teacher was 
pulling her around did more than just hurt. It denied her of intelligent 
speech, relegating her at once to the status of an animal. It was 
unbelievably humiliating. Tears of pain and anger streamed down her 
clown-white cheeks as plaintive moans registered her distress. 

"Ohh... Don't you like my present?" Her teacher said in mock 
disappointment, "Well I think you look lovely this way. But the best is 
yet to come. Soon I'll be showing you how practical this part of your 
new uniform really is. Like my arm binders, you'll get used to your 
tongue bondage too, in time. Come with me, Shara. It's time to go potty 
and take your shower.

This was welcome news to Shara. Though fiery pain wracked her arms and 
mouth, she had greater troubles working in her bladder and colon. She 
needed to use a toilet in the worst way. And she was terrified of having 
an accident and angering her wicked hostess. 

Pulling steadily on the girl's tongue chain, Miss J led Shara down a 
hallway that ended with a door opening into a very large tile-covered 
restroom. It was equipped with every bathroom appliance Shara had ever 
seen, and several more she didn't recognize. The brightly-lit room and 
all of its gleaming porcelain and steel contents had a disquieting 
commercial-duty look to them. Miss J guided Shara to an unusual toilet 
along the far wall. It was very low and wide and would require Shara to 
perform almost a full squat to rest upon its seat. As the teacher bade 
her to sit, Shara noticed that there was a large protrusion at the 
center of the bowl. She blinked in astonishment when she realized that 
sitting on this thing would require screwing herself onto that oblong 
plug.

"That's right, dear," Miss Juniper said, recognizing the girl's plight, 
"You must sit down so that this porcelain plug goes all the way inside 
your cute ass. No cheating either; you must rest properly on the toilet 
seat to do your business like a good girl. Trust me, with your armbinder 
on, it won't be easy at first. Nor is it supposed to be. You see, this 
is more than just a bathroom. It is a disciplinary room where I teach my 
girls many things, and punish them too. This appliance is made for 
peeing only. No pooping is allowed in it, hence this attachment that 
plugs your ass while you sit down to pee. By the way, this is the only 
place my girls are allowed to pee in this restroom. There is another 
potty next to it here with the exact opposite purpose, see? Pooping 
only, and no peeing. So it has a sanitized cock-shaped appliance 
suitably sized and positioned to fill your pussy while you poop. That is 
the only place where you are permitted to do number two. When you 
relieve yourself in this room you must always use the pee potty first, 
then the poop potty, understood? Good! You may begin now." Miss 
Juniper's last four words had a harsh edge to them, and her eyes shone 
with excitement as she tugged on Shara's tongue chain with her right 
hand, and with her left hand pointed imperiously to the device Shara was 
to impale herself on.

As usual, the woman's cruel logic was as inescapable as it was bizarre. 
Shifting her body from side to side, Shara groaned and nodded in 
torment, desperately needing to urinate. She straddled the appliance and 
crouched slowly, trying to aim her asshole over the plug which appeared 
to rise 6 or 7 inches above the yawning rim of the commode. When her 
anus brushed the tip of it, Shara was grateful to feel that it was 
smoothly lubricated with some kind of grease. Shara began to push down 
on the hateful object, swallowing inch after inch of it with her ass, 
straining and sobbing as she went, until she seemed to hit a standstill. 

"That's right, my love," Miss Juniper cood, pulling up rudely on the 
tongue chain and looking Shara deep in the eyes, "Go on. Don't be 
scared. A little bit further and you'll be able to relieve yourself." 

Shara was packed so full she doubted that she could travel any further 
down the plug, but she was still an inch or two away from resting on the 
toilet seat. It was terrible. The height of the apparatus was carefully 
designed so that when the plug was at its fattest and panic set in, a 
victim's leg muscles would begin to cramp and lose coordination, 
especially without the use of her arms. At this point Shara's legs lost 
control and she fell the rest of the way down. She shrieked as her fall 
thrust the plug further up her ass. "God, what a horrible exercise to 
perform whenever a girl needs to pee!" Shara thought bitterly, "How can 
any of her girls survive this?" 

Once she was resting on the seat, Shara tried to compose herself, and 
concentrate on voiding her overfilled bladder, but found it to be a very 
difficult proposition with her bottom so thoroughly stuffed. She forced 
out one trickle, and then another. Finally she was peeing steadily, and 
gaining some relief. But about the time Shara felt her bladder was half 
empty, she felt something very warm squirting inside her ass. It 
startled her. The plug apparently had a water jet inside of it. Like a 
bidet from hell, it was spouting hot liquid into her. Shara looked up at 
Miss Juniper fearfully, wondering what was happening.

"It's OK, dear," her teacher reassured her, "Go right on peeing, the 
pee-pot always does that. It captures your flow, and when it measures a 
certain volume of urine it heats it up and begins to spray it deep 
inside your ass. On its current settings it won't hurt you. The device 
is self cleaning, and your urine is essentially sterile to begin with. 
Soon this slippery liquid will help facilitate your bowel movement as 
you proceed to job number two. Isn't that lovely?"

Shara wasn't sure what to think. A lot of words came to mind, but lovely 
certainly wasn't one of them. It was a strange, troubling sensation to 
know the piss she was struggling so hard to void was being heated and 
sprayed deep into her bowels. And miss Juniper's persistent tugs on her 
tongue ring weren't helping her to concentrate as she tried to finish 
pissing.

Then Miss Juniper did something very strange. She reached down with her 
free hand and rolled her fingers inside Shara's wide open mouth, 
lubricating them with the girl's spit. Then she moved her hand to 
Shara's breasts and began stroking them, and pulling gently on her 
nipples. Shara's nipples perked up immediately under her teacher's 
tender touch, and began to tingle. Shara's tits had always been 
unusually sensitive. She had occasionally achieved orgasms by 
manipulating them and nothing else. But even so, Shara couldn't believe 
how good they were feeling under these terrible conditions. It didn't 
make sense. Miss Juniper looked into Shara's eyes after she felt the 
girl's nipples harden, listening to the slight change of tone in Shara's 
moans. Miss J understood all too well. It was time to teach her love-pet 
something brand new.

With a few swift movements Miss Juniper unbuttoned her sleeveless knit 
dress down to her waist and pulled off her bra, exposing two beautiful 
breasts with very prominent nipples. She then hiked up her dress and 
crouched down in front of Shara until her golden brown tits were 
directly in front of Shara's face. She gave the girl's tongue chain a 
couple of meaningfully sharp tugs and Shara immediately responded with 
energetic sucking and licking. At first this activity felt awkward to 
Shara with her tongue bondage in place, but she adjusted to it quickly, 
once her teacher's free hand resumed stroking the girl's breasts. Shara 
relaxed somewhat and felt some more urine flow out of her. She closed 
her eyes and continued to suckle her mistress's breasts as she felt 
another hot squirt go into her backside. With a face full of perfumed 
breast flesh, she was beginning to forget the trouble in her arms and 
inside her ass. She even found herself wishing she could reach her 
clitoris somehow, but that was out of the question. Her hands might as 
well have been on the moon.

Suddenly Shara felt warm liquid strike her pussy and thighs. Without any 
warning, Miss Juniper had begun pissing too, right through her 
pantyhose! Her strong-smelling urine was splashing through the opening 
in front of Shara's crotch and into the toilet, with a good amount of it 
first landing on Shara's tummy and legs along the way. As she continued 
her nipple loving duties, Shara looked up questioningly at her teacher, 
whose eyes burned with lust.

"Yes baby, that's right," Miss Juniper groaned ecstatically, "My piss 
will soon be joining yours, deep inside your ass. And I have a whole lot 
of it for you, too. You're going to be one very full love-doll, did you 
know that? All filled up and anointed with your mistress's piss.... How 
do you feel about that, sweetie? Is it just too nasty for words? 
Mmmmmm.... Isn't this about the sexiest thing you ever heard of?" Miss J 
tugged and twisted Shara's nipples while she continued to piss and taunt.

Shara couldn't believe this was happening. Miss Juniper had degraded her 
in ways she could never have imagined. Taken away everything she had... 
her future, her freedom, her speech, her dignity, even the simple 
sanctity of eliminating her body wastes. All gone. This woman had seized 
control of everything her life consisted of, and had been cruel about it 
in every way. But here Shara was, inexplicably loving it anyway. The 
mere fact that she was finding pleasure in all this, and that her 
mistress knew it, was the final straw. Miss J knew exactly where Shara 
was now, tied to the tracks of the orgasm express, and this was the 
ultimate humiliation for Shara. But it really didn't matter, because 
even that felt good now. Bucking and bobbing on a blissful ocean of 
submissive sensations, Shara was on the verge of coming. If only... she 
could reach her clitoris...

Suddenly the piss fountain went to work again, spurting her teacher's 
copious offering into Shara's bottom. But Miss Juniper hadn't even 
slowed down yet. She was still pissing like a racehorse, pouring her 
fluid into the commode, and eventually, into her bound love vessel.

"There it goes!" her mistress whispered excitedly and sensuously, "I can 
hear the pump starting up. It's sending me straight inside of your body, 
Shara. Warming you up, cleaning you out, filling you to the brim with my 
essence...tell me this isn't lovely... your body betrays you, my dear. 
You love this... don't you?"

"It is lovely. Yes... So lovely!" Shara's thoughts reeled feverishly as 
her tongue continued its work. 

Miss Juniper was nearing the end of her expulsion of piss, and she knew 
from the desperate sounds Shara was making that her student was close to 
a life-altering climax. She leaned down toward Shara's mouth, while 
pulling the girl's ringed tongue up towards her, forcibly initiating 
that mouth to be kissed. But the sly woman applied her kisses very 
tenderly, as she delicately stroked and tasted the girl's rouged lips 
with her brightly painted mouth. Meanwhile she took her hand away from 
Shara's breasts and attacked the girl's pussy instead, it was soaking 
wet with urine and the secretions of her arousal. Shara immediately 
began crying and babbling into Miss J's mouth as her mistress rubbed her 
sex furiously.

Half mad with pleasure, and aching with need, Shara orgasmed with all of 
her strength. She came, twisting and straining helplessly on her nozzle 
as it injected the balance of her mistress's waste. With the pain in her 
breasts and arms a mere afterthought, Shara came again and again with 
her tormentress's hand rubbing her pussy, and her butter-soft tongue 
sliding coyly into Shara's mouth. High on a misty mountaintop of 
pleasure Shara beheld her fate, a life of servitude to this woman who 
knew how to make Shara crave every painful and degrading trial a person 
could dream up.


End of part XI
© Aiken, 2001
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