High Heeled Hell

Part V

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

"Bridget, I want you to fetch something." said Miss Juniper, "In our 
supply room there is a device with a satin sheet draped over it. It has 
four casters underneath and it will roll very easily. Push it in here 
for me and place it at the front of the class where Shara and I are 
standing. But leave the cover on it for now. No peeking, It's a 
surprise."

"Yes Ma'am." Bridget replied, shuffling off to the supply room as 
quickly as her 7-inch platform heels would allow her to. She was really 
enjoying her role of Teacher's Assistant. She entered the supply room 
adjacent to their classroom and turned on the light. She saw three 
similar looking objects, each roughly three foot square by three foot 
tall. All had blue satin coverlets draped over them. She selected the 
one closest to the doorway and pushed it out to the spot that her 
teacher had designated.

"Thank you, dear. Now....students," Miss J began, "This is a remarkable 
invention that we've never studied yet. No one has, because it didn't 
exist until about three weeks ago. It was designed by a brilliant 
engineer from Kilo Industrials, one of our biggest equipment suppliers. 
He's a very dear friend of mine. By a special arrangement, he is letting 
me test prototypes of his new creation." She pulled the cover off to 
reveal a low rectangular steel platform covered with thin black vinyl 
cushions. It resembled a piece of heavy duty exercise equipment, but 
clearly served a much darker purpose.

"This is called the MTP-5000." announced Miss J. "It's an extremely 
sturdy appliance made with a steel frame and aluminum panels. It can be 
customized in endless ways to restrain our subject and better facilitate 
her torture. As you can see it is equipped with wheels so that once the 
victim is locked in according to our pleasure, she may be moved about 
very conveniently.  That feature will be quite handy for us today, 
because we will be taking Shara from desk to desk as each of you, in 
turn, rapes her mouth, and strangles her with the garotte. There are 
mounting slots on each side of our base unit whereby a variety of 
ingenious components may be snapped in and out. The arrangement we are 
using today employs a single vertical unit called a breast-connect. We 
also have two side components called secondary knee rails." 

The breast-connect is an aluminum assembly, about two feet wide by three 
feet tall and an inch or so thick, covered in the same black vinyl 
padding as the base. There is another short roll of vinyl padding at the 
top of it, and two eight-inch diameter openings placed a half foot below 
that. 

"The victim is supposed to kneel on the platform here," Miss J. 
continued, motioning Shara forward, "Facing the breast-connect so that 
her boobs can pass through these openings, with her chin placed over 
this padded rail." She eased the frightened girl down onto her knees.

"As you can see, the base and breast-connect are both padded for 
comfort." said Miss J, "But even that is an option. There are nine 
different surface selections, called faces, for the MTP-5000, including 
an abrasive carbide material, a pebble face, and short steel spikes, 
called snags. We ordered them all. There's even one surface that 
resembles a huge carrot grater. Imagine kneeling on something like that, 
Shara, and resting your chin on steel snags instead of this padded 
vinyl....mmmm?" The poor girl glanced back at the smiling woman, 
obviously terrified by the same thoughts that enchanted her teacher.

Miss Juniper gently lifted Shara's 37" C-cup breasts, passing them thru 
the openings. "These are nice full breasts, darling, and I see your 
nipples are still hard as rocks......Now scoot forward, dear. All the 
way." the teacher said, pinching each breast firmly just beneath her 
nipples. Shara winced as she pressed against the breast openings as far 
as she could go. "Bridget, while I pull and maintain steady pressure on 
Shara's breasts, go to the left side of the breast-connect and hunt for 
a steel lever facing downward. See it?"

"Yes, Ma'am", Bridget said dutifully.

"Good," her teacher said, "Lift it up a few inches, until you feel a 
couple of clicks."  Bridget did as she was told. A couple of sharp 
clicks could be clearly heard. "Now do it again. You are activating a 
ratchet that tightens a steel band assembly around each of Shara's 
breasts. I want you to keep tightening it up very slowly, until I tell 
you to stop."

"Cool, Miss J!" Bridget agreed, and continued to rock the lever up and 
down every few seconds. It was soon clear from the sounds Shara was 
making that the bands were gripping her breasts most painfully. She was 
saying "Oooh...oh...oww!" and tipping her head mournfully from side to 
side.

"Two more clicks ought to do it, Bridget" said Miss J. "Then stop and go 
around to the other side of the breast unit." Miss J. slowly released 
her grip on Shara's breasts, and smiled as she observed that they didn't 
drop back at all. They were ballooning forward grotesquely, and had 
turned a bright pink.

"The pressure of those hidden bands is holding our victim's breasts in 
place very securely," Said the cruel teacher, "They are undamaged as 
yet, but are already beginning to swell. This will soon cause a riot of 
painful sensations for our victim. The pressure and swelling also 
combine to make freeing her breasts impossible without assistance." What 
we have managed to do is restrain her beautiful body without using ropes 
or straps of any kind. She's been hopelessly trapped simply by ensnaring 
these pretty tits. Isn't this lovely, Shara?" The poor student moaned 
pitifully, dropping her chin onto the padding. "Naturally, there is a 
release button above the ratchet handle," the teacher added, "But it 
can't be activated without first inserting a security key. This sensible 
feature prevents any tampering or accidental release of a victim. I hold 
the key..."

"It's really not so bad, honey," the teacher smiled down to Shara, 
stroking her tear-stained cheeks, "On that side of the breast-connect, 
where Bridget is kneeling, there is a second lever with an entirely 
different, and delicious purpose.....  Oh, class, did I remember to 
mention... The same company that makes the MTP-5000 also makes the 
RG-61. You see, Tiffany and Samantha are wearing RG-61's in their mouths 
right now. " Eyes wide, Shara looked back and forth frantically between 
the two hanging volunteers and her teacher, her mouth caught in a mute 
"O-shaped" expression of terror. "Funny thing," Miss J. continued, "The 
designers over at Kilo Inc. are very fond of using spring-loaded spears 
in their torture appliances. They produce about 50 items based on that 
theme. Apparently their customers are pretty keen on this idea too, 
because sales of those innovative devices are going thru the roof."

"Oooh, Miss J....Ooh, Miss J." Shara kept babbling, "Oh, please 
don't....please...please...."

"Shhh..shhh.." Miss Juniper warned her sternly, "Don't interrupt me, 
child, unless you want the worst of it. Yes, class, each device clasping 
one of Shara's beautiful breasts contains 12 slender one-inch spears 
identical to the ones those wicked ringgags employ. The only difference 
is that these pierce inward rather than outward. They deploy 
simultaneously with very powerful springs when the lever next to Bridget 
is snapped up all the way. Once that lever is thrown up and all 24 
daggers are deep inside her breasts, it too requires my key to be 
lowered again, and for those barbed delights to be withdrawn."

"Bridget," Miss J. said "I think It's time to engage the button on one 
of those ringgags. We need to witness the special persuasive effect 
these spears can have on torture victims. Do Tiffany's, please."

"With pleasure, Ma'am!" chimed Bridget, as she jumped up, nearly 
stumbling. She went to the hanging girls, her virgin ankles wobbling in 
her tall heels. Tiffany's eyes were fluttering in terror. She was saying 
"Aa...aa...gaa", making the only sad utterances a ringgag will permit. 
She was shuffling about slightly on her thumbtacked feet, as far as 
their neck rope would allow, as if she could avoid the disastrous pain 
that loomed before her. "Here goes Tiffany's ringgag..." Bridget called 
out, smiling broadly.

She depressed the button gently with her middle finger. The springs 
inside the gag took over, pulling it across a narrow channel to the 
left. A strange squishing sound could be heard. Tiffany's eyes flew open 
in blinding agony, and a long baleful shriek trumpeted across the room. 
Halfway through her wail, streams of bloody saliva spilled from her lips 
and three shiny points of metal sprouted thru each cheek, dripping bits 
of gore and riverlets of crimson along her jaw. Puffing and blowing, 
Tiffany threw her head from side to side as if to shake away the 
dreadful pain, but to no avail. Her pain was only increasing. She turned 
and twisted in desperation, then tipped her head back, screaming as loud 
as her lungs would go. She finally ran out of breath, and started 
gagging on her blood. At this point Tiff slumped forward, threw up, and 
passed out briefly, falling against her neck rope. A moment of stillness 
was followed by seizures as she awakened in a dead panic, only to be 
immersed in hell once more. She struggled to regain her bruised feet, 
then screamed again and again, until all she could make were rasping 
animalistic squeaks. Finally, even these sounds subsided as she stood 
feeling her salty tears mix with her blood and saliva. She shivered 
slightly, panting and moaning in pitiful torment.

"My goodness, Tiffany, what a struggle," Miss J. called out, "That 
was....wonderful, dear... Absolutely wonderful! What did you think about 
it class?" Applause erupted immediately from the students, complete with 
shouts and whistles of approval. "I thought so." thought Miss J. to 
herself during the joyous racket, "And i'll bet the live-feed audience 
agrees with you."

"Almost creamed my jeans, Teach." called Roger, spurring laughter among 
many of the students.

"I quite agree, Roger, I quite agree." answered the teacher. "Well, 
Shara, do you have any doubts as to the effectiveness of those barbed 
little devils?"

"N-no Ma'am," Shara grunted turning her head, trying not to pull against 
her imprisoned breasts. "I never doubted that. Not for a second. It just 
looks so terrible for her.....so painful......and you've destroyed her 
beautiful face!"

"Yes, Shara, her face has been damaged beyond repair,"  Miss Juniper 
replied firmly,  "Along with her tongue, and her palette. But she and 
her friend will be far worse than that before we're done. And they'll be 
quite dead at the end of it. Still, you must remember...they selected 
this. And so did you. Well, of course they didn't choose all these 
gruesome particulars. No one could do that. Not even the most ardent 
masochist. But she did volunteer. And, just like you, she must accept 
all that goes with it...."

"Yes, Ma'am." Shara answered obediently.

"Shall I do Samantha now?" asked Bridget cheerfully, "I can pop her 
gag-button too, Miss J... or, how about I throw the switch on Shara's 
breasts? I don't mind, really...."

"No thank you, Bridget," her teacher said thoughtfully, "I think the 
demonstration has served it's purpose for the moment. We will trigger 
Samantha's gag later, and perhaps even Shara's breast harness too. But 
for the time being Sam can look over at her hanging partner and savor 
her own future. Anticipation is, after all, the mother of all pleasure. 
And as for Shara, I think it's about time she started on her cocksucking 
assignment. I think there's some very hard penises in this room that 
need her attention.....Got your woody ready, Jimmy?"

"Yes Ma'am, almost bursting, I think..." Jim answered.

"Bridget," said Miss J., reaching into her infamous little box  "Let's 
wheel our little package over to Jimmy's desk and have him try Shara 
out! Why not use this as a tether." She handed her assistant a pair of 
strong nipple clamps connected by a few feet of chain with a heavy metal 
ring at the center, almost as large as the ring on Shara's garotte. 

Bridget smiled impishly, took the chain from her teacher, and carefully 
placed the clamps over Shara's nipples, releasing them at the same time. 
Shara winced and cried out softly as the vicious teeth bit into her 
swollen teats. Bridget then matter of factly took the ring and, using it 
as a handle, towed Shara smoothly up the aisle to Jimmy's desk, and to 
her first torture destination.

"Hi, Shar, ready to swallow some dick?" Jimmy said, as he stroked his 
rock-hard penis a few inches from her lips. He was sitting naked on the 
corner of his desk, which put him at the perfect angle to begin 
mouth-raping her. His dick was drooling precome and looked to be every 
bit of 9 inches in length. "Gonna suck it real good, girl?"

"Yes sir," Shara said bravely, "I want your cock real bad, Jimmy. Put it 
in my mouth please...."

"Mmmmm," he moaned, "Your wish is my command," He slipped his cockhead 
into her mouth and worked it around roughly while she swirled her soft 
tongue underneath him, tickling his nerve. He was so large, she couldn't 
believe it. Much larger than Brad had been. Soon he was pressing 
urgently against the back of her throat. He bumped her there a couple of 
times, really hard, gagging her, bringing tears into her eyes. Then she 
felt him twist viciously on the handle on her garotte.

She couldn't breath at all! She strained to open her mouth even wider, 
hoping to get some air, but there was none to be had. Jimmy had cut off 
her supply. The garotte knot was closing down her windpipe entirely. 
Just then he slammed his meat all the way into her throat. Shara 
couldn't believe how much it hurt..... She felt herself reeling, 
blacking out. As she slipped away, she could still feel Jimmy's huge 
dick sawing back and forth, invading her throat more deeply with each 
thrust. Still no air.......just his cock. His huge cock......And the 
pain. So much pain......

Shara felt herself coming back around, feeling very strange. There was a 
pulsing in her neck and a buzzing sound in her ears and inside her 
mouth. She was getting a little bit of air now, but she wasn't sure how 
much. She was terribly nauseous and had a splitting headache, but she 
was definitely still alive. Her mouth was also still packed full of 
cock, but it felt very different, tasted strange....she looked up and 
saw Pascha smiling down at her, riding her face with a long black rubber 
dildo. It was not as big around as Jimmy's flesh had been, but was quite 
a bit longer, about 11 inches. Pascha kept the garotte knot pressed 
steadily into her throat...still not enough air.....but not cutting the 
supply off as Jimmy had done. Like an expert, Pascha was keeping Shara 
quite desperate, and in a steady panic for her next breath....

The dildo had a powerful vibrator at it's base, pleasuring Pascha as she 
thrust it in and out of Shara's mouth. That's where the buzzing noise 
had been coming from....Pascha was alternately pulling and turning the 
garotte handle with every other thrust, but doing it ever so gently, 
making Shara grunt and gasp with each push, allowing just the smallest 
puffs of air in and out of her lungs. Almost Insignificant bits of air. 
But barely enough.... Pascha really had her rhythm down. But if she was 
more gentle with the garotte than Jimmy had been, she was much rougher 
when it came to her hip thrusts. Pascha was certainly enjoying herself!

"Glad to see your......mmmmhh.......coming back around, honey," Pascha 
said, panting and talking within the rhythm of her hip movements. "We 
were afraid.......Jimmy had finished you off......on the very first 
go-round.......Mmmmnn.......Did you know you came just then?.......Yeah, 
you sure did!......... the video cameras caught it all.......just as you 
were choking on Jimmy's penis.........and passing out......and it was 
so-oo hot.........Oohhh, suck.......yes, that's the way to do 
it......uuuhhhhnn, yeah, baby.......I think this has.......got to be 
the...... mmmmmmnnn........the best sex I've ever had!

Shara tried to suck enthusiastically on Pascha's rubber cock but it was 
difficult. It rubbed against her mouth differently from a live dick, was 
much less yielding and forgiving. She could feel It bruising her on the 
inside, but she was giving it her best.....puffing her cheeks up with 
Pascha's instrokes, and sucking hard on her outstrokes. Trying hard to 
stay in rhythm, so Pascha would know she really cared....

"Keep trying, baby........uhnnn........ohhh, I know........It's not 
easy....... is it, honey?......." Pascha continued, thrusting away in 
her nasty-talking erotic trance, "Mmmmn.......It's hard I know, baby, 
but .........but Pascha wants you to.......mmmnnnn.........open up wide 
now......oooh, yes sweetheart .......Pascha's going to go.......... all 
the way in......!!"

Just then she pushed the rubber dick all the way down Shara's throat. 
All 11 inches of it! While one hand held Shara's garotte snug, Pascha's 
other hand was massaging Shara's neck, feeling the strange erotic bulge 
the rubber intruder was creating, running her fingers lightly over the 
lump where the rubber cockhead was lodged...... Shara's panic started 
building again....no air at all........but Pascha just held her there 
with a throat full of rubber, tightening the garotte even more. Little 
by little Shara was drifting away......."Swallow my sword, 
baby......swallow my sword....." she heard Pasha say over and over 
again, "Ooooh, yes, baby......so sexy........so sexy.......so sexy......"

Shara felt her cunt explode again, she thought she saw fireworks 
everywhere just before she blacked out. 

Shara was floating again. For a brief moment she wasn't filled with 
panic. She had a throat full of rubber dick but she was totally 
unafraid. Her world was one of peace, a strangely pleasant erotic 
peace......slowly that world dissolved back into reality. A hard-edged, 
painful place where metal bands gripped her ruthlessly by the breasts 
and steel jaws bit into her nipples. And where it felt like a basketball 
was lodged in her throat, and might never be removed....

Another cock was at her lips now. A real one again. This one was a bit 
shorter than the others, very wide, and very slippery. It was pistoning 
smoothly from the back of her throat to her lips, and back again. For 
some reason, breathing didn't seem to be a problem now. The garotte was 
still there, tight and painful as ever, but it wasn't cutting off all 
the air.....and she was getting useful gulps of oxygen in between the 
meaty strokes.

Shara glanced up and saw Perry looking down at her, beaming at her with 
pure pleasure. "Teacher was right, Shara! This is the best damn blowjob 
I've ever had....the best I ever dreamed of!"

Shara couldn't believe it. She wasn't in gut-wrenching pain. Sure, her 
throat hurt like hell from the two previous mouth rapes, and her breasts 
felt like they were on fire, but this cock actually felt good sliding in 
and out of her mouth. Perry had on some cologne that smelled sexy. He 
was also using some kind of lube gel that was soothing, and tasted 
pretty good. She figured it was time to start playing up to the cameras, 
and to try and improve her chances of living, as per her agreement. She 
backed up on Perry's dick just enough to say things to him. Nasty 
things. Things that go to a boy's head and put him into an erotic 
frenzy. Things like: "Yeah, I love it, baby.......Uh-huuhn, baby.......I 
want your cock so bad........fuck my face, baby.........yeah stick it in 
there.......harder!......mmmmm.......make me come with your 
dick........" 

Perry was eating it up...and so were his classmates. Shara heard several 
other students whooping and groaning with pleasure once she got the 
dirty talk going. She could feel electricity all over the room. She kept 
at it, too, sucking as hard as she could, and talking even harder. She 
made loud popping noises and nasty slurps whenever possible. The funny 
thing was.....it was true. She was enjoying this. She was absolutely 
burning up with lust. She could feel her love juices rolling down her 
legs.....This blowjob was about the best sensation she could ever 
remember feeling. She had Perry close to coming too, she could tell. But 
he wasn't quite there yet..... and then it hit her. He wasn't really 
choking her. Sure, he was holding onto the garotte handle, and sort of 
guiding her up and down his dick with it. But he wasn't using it to deny 
her of breath. That was the ticket!

"It's ok, baby......." Shara started to say, "  You can choke me a 
little more.......pull up on that handle a little harder........go for 
it, baby......I really want it....... I'll only suck you harder if you 
strangle me..........Harder, baby.............Squeeze me baby......I'll 
only squeeze you back......." Perry was getting delirious, and so were 
all the other students. Pretty soon he was accommodating her requests 
and Shara was finding it hard to say anything at all, sexy or not....he 
really was choking her! But she did manage to say a couple more choice 
things, like: "Come on now...!   Jam it in my throat, 
baby.......uhmm-hmmm!.............Plug me like a cork on a 
bottle.......cut off my air, baby..........I want some of that....." He 
finally obliged her. He planted his fat cock right into her throat, and 
at the same time clamped down tight with the garotte handle. She 
struggled desperately, flailing and choking. She was thrown back into 
hell itself, where  her lungs burned as badly for air as her breasts did 
from their steel prisons. She passed out again with a shower of sexual 
sparks like she had never imagined. She felt her sex melting away as an 
ecstacy of feeling washed over her.....

That's when Perry howled and shoved her away, rolling her apparatus into 
the arms of a petite oriental girl named Osana, whose huge inflatable 
faux-penis stood ready to demand even more strangling pleasure from her. 
Perry's come was ready to boil out of him. He ran to the stepladder, and 
up to the ringgagged mouth of poor Tiffany. Her tongue had recently 
caught a thick layer of sperm from Jimmy's cock, but when Perry arrived, 
his cock literally poured semen across her lips and down her gullet. His 
balls were on fire from Shara's hot talk. He kept pumping, spurt after 
spurt, while the other students whistled and urged him on. Most of it 
went into her mouth but when he was done, she was a mess. Her eyes were 
filled with come. It was splattered all over her face, and the sticky 
stuff even coated her brutally barb-wired tits. She was totally trashed. 
Bridget mewed and cood all the while, massaging his balls with one hand, 
and stroking Tiffany's neck with the other, urging her to swallow all of 
the young man's come, reminding her this was the only liquid she was 
likely to receive before dying.

"Fabulous!" cried Miss Juniper, "Amazing! That took everyone's breath 
away, didn't it?. Now when Shara regains consciousness, I want to 
congratulate her properly. What a performance.... Let's don't use the 
ammonia capsules on her, Osana, let her revive naturally, she can 
probably use a bit of sleep after exploding like that. Class, it's 
nearly 3 o'clock. We all need to take a short restroom break, say 15 
minutes, and reconvene quickly for the next leg of our victims' 
journeys. And, yes, just in case you were wondering, I do have some more 
surprises. Hanging behind my supply room door, there are plenty of robes 
for you to put on. That way you won't have to redress and undress. And 
those appliances you girls are wearing won't cause too much distraction 
in the hallways. Hurry along now...."

The doors burst open and her excited students rushed into the hallway, 
wearing their white terrycloth robes. Miss J. made her way back over to 
the unconscious Shara to check her lipstick. Amazingly enough it was 
still perfect. The sealer and color were doing their job, holding firm 
after three very spirited blowjobs. She would remember to give that 
company a strong endorsement later. The teacher then picked up the blue 
satin coverlet and tenderly draped it over the sleeping girl. That would 
prevent her from being chilled under the air conditioning vents until 
they returned to resume the fun. As she turned to leave the room, the 
telephone rang. She picked it up. 

"Juniper here." she answered. "Yes. Oh yes....I see. Well I wouldn't 
have any objection to that at all. No, it would tie in very nicely with 
my presentation. Have two porters sent to my room immediately and I'll 
see to it they get everything that's needed. We're on a short break now 
and on a very tight schedule, so it must be handled quickly. That's 
exactly right. Could you notify me when the time comes? Yes, certainly. 
I look forward to that. Thank you....Goodbye." Miss Juniper hung the 
phone up, tapped her fingers on the counter a few times, then turned on 
her heels and walked briskly out of the classroom. "I just love it when 
a plan comes together," she said to herself, smiling.


End of part V
© 1999, Aiken