High Heeled Hell

Part IX

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

"Students," Miss Juniper said in a voice that meant everyone had better 
hush and listen, "I know all of you got a thrill out of the treatment 
Bridget just received in the storeroom. I have no doubt sales of that 
thirty minute vid will top the charts in the T&S market. Bobby and Rene, 
you were superb in there. I was as impressed with your pitiless 
treatment of Bridget as I was delighted with the creative ways you found 
to exploit her situation. As soon as Fred finishes with his turn at 
raping Shara's mouth, we will proceed to the next step in our enjoyment 
of Bridget and Shara's fate. In the meantime, we are nearing the end of 
Tiffany and Samantha's hanging lesson. Observe..." Miss J walked over to 
where her two slow hanging volunteers trembled and twisted in agony, 
barely touching the floor on their 7 inch tall platform heeled tiptoes.

While Bridget endured Bobby and Rene's brutality in the storeroom, Miss 
J had been busy with Tiffany and Samantha. She had lowered their 
platform again by several inches and the girls had been slowhanging all 
this time. New elements were added to their plight, though. Their ankles 
had not been retethered to each other's breast wires, but were free to 
roam about, searching in vain for a better connection to the floor. New 
double strands of barb wire had been connected to the bottom of the each 
girl's barb wire breast harness.

Mercilessly tight, these new wires bound their torsos together directly 
through their crotches. In addition to the misery their breasts, 
shoulders and backs felt from the cruel brassiere-like wire 
constructions, steel barbs now tormented them from sternum to sternum, 
violating two aching pussies as they went. Every squirm of one girl was 
felt by the other through this connection. The spears in Samantha's 
horrible ring-gag had also been deployed at some point during the 
storeroom activities, making her misery equal to that of Tiffany's. 
Strands of bloody saliva spilled from both girls tortured mouths as they 
strained against their neckropes. Salty tears dripped onto the riverlets 
of blood oozing from the wounds caused by the bonds encircling their 
breasts and cleaving their tummies.

"Isn't this perfect?," Miss Juniper said, smiling beside her volunteers, 
"As you can see, their struggles have taken on a new-found intensity. 
These poor feet are just able to touch my platform as they stretch and 
kick in these sexy high heeled shoes. But this offers our girls little 
solace. If our motorized platform were a half inch higher, it would 
allow them to take some weight off of these nooses and ease the terrible 
pressure at their necks. One inch lower and they could just give up to 
hang freely. At this exact spot there is no respite. They are in that 
special hell hangmen call their happy medium, when the victim is at peak 
distress. She will expend every ounce of energy fighting to survive, 
knowing there is a place to put her feet, but not quite able to rest 
them there. Any questions, class?"

Her classroom was packed. In addition to the twenty-four 6th period 
students in Miss Juniper's Torture and Snuff theory II class, about 
twenty more pupils had entered the room, and were standing along the 
back wall. These were the students from earlier periods Miss Juniper had 
invited back to watch Tiffany and Samantha's final ordeal after school. 
Their faces were flushed with excitement and anticipation. Some were 
clearly shocked to see the girls in such agony. But all of them were 
aroused. It was like no slow hanging demonstration any of them had ever 
witnessed. 

"Miss Juniper?" Tony, one of the returning students asked her, "Is this 
the final stage for them? Umm, what I mean is, do we need to do anything 
else at this point to finish them off?"

"Good question, Tony," Miss J. smiled, "No, we could leave them just 
like this and death would claim them, but it would take a while. Even 
with the blood loss and the shock, these two could last another three or 
four hours. You see, our ladies are drawing strength from each other 
now. There is something about being bound to another victim while being 
tortured and hung that makes girls fight harder and last longer. No one 
is really sure why, but somehow they give each other strength and 
endurance that neither would have if she suffered alone."

"But they are only supposed to survive until 5 pm, aren't they?" Shandra 
asked, "That's just 30 more minutes."
 
"That's correct," Miss J. responded, "And that brings me back to Tony's 
question. Because we need to wrap this up in about half an hour, we 
still need something else, something special for our volunteers to 
experience. Any ideas, class?"

"How about we whip them," Terri asked, "I remember reading that 
whippings were a popular way to finish off victims at public executions 
in the middle ages."

"That's a very good idea, Terri," said Miss J., "Whipping is an 
excellent way to hasten a girl's death on the gallows or the cross. But 
canes might be better in this case, because they leave such lovely 
marks. Cane beatings don't draw as much messy blood as the whip, but the 
searing pain a cane inflicts is in a class by itself. Something that 
would work very well for Tiff and Sam here is the Kilocane. Kilo 
Industrials introduced it a couple of years ago. Quite brilliant and 
often copied, it is a swishy 30 inch natural cane that leaves a wicked 
stripe. It also features a button at one end that sprouts a pinching 
tool out of the other end, similar to a mechanics grab tool, but much 
stronger. Using these pinchers, Kilocanes can be attached anywhere on 
the victim's body to dangle painfully from her like a picador's lance at 
a bullfight. At slightly over a pound each, the additional weight of 
each Kilocane adds to any hanging girl's torment, to say nothing of what 
the cane strokes themselves will do. Terri, I have about forty of these 
canes in my entry closet if you would like to get them for us."   
 
"Yes Ma'am!" Terri responded, and eagerly went to the small closet at 
the side of the room to find a wheeled tub that held the canes. She 
rolled the cane bucket over to Miss Juniper past where Fred stood 
reaming his cock into Shara's brightly painted mouth. Just as Mike, 
Cindi and Osana had done before him, taking their turns with Shara, he 
was enjoying the splendid sensation of manipulating her garrote, 
alternately denying her of breath, then feeding her his cock. Shara was 
choking and groaning in unspeakable pain, just as her mother was doing 
in the vid-link screen before her. Fred moaned and withdrew his cock 
from Shara, ready to spray his come. Miss J. silently motioned with her 
finger for Fred to pump his seed into Bridget's mouth, through the same 
ring-gag Bobby had invaded moments earlier in the storeroom, when he 
sprayed his semen and liquid waste into Bridget's tummy. Fred grinned at 
his teacher, as he urgently found the back of Bridget's throat to give 
her more of the same.

"I'll need about forty students to line up for this," The cruel teacher 
said, "Twenty for Samantha, and twenty for Tiffany. Each of you will 
take a Kilocane and give your girl three good whacks. Make them as hard 
as you like, placing them anywhere you choose. Then attach your Kilocane 
wherever you think she should feel a nice hard pinch with a one pound 
cane wagging behind it. Terri, you may go first on lovely Samantha here."

Miss J's students wasted no time clambering to the front of the room to 
take their place in line. Terri picked up the first cane and sliced it 
through the air. She watched Sam's eyes dart about and her body tense up 
as the frightful swishing noise came closer to her, the sound of 
impending doom. Once satisfied she had a feel for it, Terri took careful 
aim at Samantha's upper left thigh. With a full left arm swing Terri 
brought the cane down hard. Before Sam's shriek could subside, another 
stroke slammed into her right hip, then a devastating backhand, perhaps 
the hardest blow of all, smashed into Sam's left breast. Dark weals 
formed instantly at each spot, resembling second degree burns. Her body 
behaved as if electric currents were passing through it. Samantha was in 
unbearable pain, and so was Tiffany, whose own screams were elicited 
from the wires and nooses the two victims shared. Sam kept bucking and 
screaming as if the blows were still arriving, but they weren't. Terri 
was experimenting with the cane's button. It was digitally controlled 
and motorized. With a subtle touch on the button six steel talons began 
exiting and widening from the other end. She realized that at whatever 
instant the button was released, the talons would recede from that spot, 
drawing in whatever size pinch the operator chose, from the tiniest nip 
to its largest bite at nearly three inches wide.

"It's all according to how long you hold the button down before 
releasing it," Miss J instructed her charge sweetly, "Remember to angle 
the cane up nice and high, so that when it drops there is an extra 
twisting effect to its pinch. The button control is instantaneous. If 
you miss the size grab you want, just release it, let the pinchers 
recede, then start them over again. When the moment is just perfect you 
push it hard against your girl, release the button, drop your cane and 
watch the delicious result. It takes a bit of a touch, doesn't it?"

"Yes it does, Ma'am," said Terri, pressing the cane's pinchers into 
Samantha's left nipple and releasing its talons from mid-extrusion, "But 
I think I've got it now."

Whimpering Sam hadn't recovered yet from the blinding pain Terri's blow 
had deposited in her left breast when the Kilocane captured Sam's left 
nipple and aureole. Its shining steel claws clamped into Sam's teat and 
pulled. The cane's automatic motor squeezed it's bite with predetermined 
pressure, almost consuming the tender parcel of flesh into the end of 
the cane. Sam emitted a high-pitched squeal that dropped into a low 
agonized howl as Terri let go of the cane. The cane's weight fell 
sharply from Terri's hold perpendicular to Sam's body, but held fast to 
its prize, swinging freely from Sam's bleeding nipple as she jerked and 
writhed in uncontrollable misery.  

"Yes, I believe you do have it now," Miss Juniper said, hugging Terri's 
shoulders, "See there, darling? You've given her beautiful breast a gift 
that lasts...mmmm. And look here, she just pissed herself a little." 
Miss J. felt Terri shudder in her arms as an orgasm suddenly washed over 
the girl. Terri's knees started to buckle, but Miss J. held her firmly 
and safely until Terri's waves of pleasure subsided. It was a beautiful 
moment between teacher and student.

"Thank you, Ma'am," Terri said, a minute later, giving her teacher a 
warm hug and a light kiss on the lips, "I think I'll go sit down now and 
watch the others." Smiling to her classmembers somewhat apologetically, 
Terri moved back to her desk on shaky legs.

"Ok, students," Miss Juniper said, "Move quickly now. Three stripes from 
each of you. Then pick out your pinch spot and release the cane. By the 
way, there is a dial control near the bottom of your cane that regulates 
its grabbing power. Be sure it is set to level 4 only. At 5 or 6 the 
pinchers can slice right thru the flesh, spoiling our purpose today."

Her students moved rapidly through their turns, filling the air with the 
remorseless whistles and cracks of vicious cane blows, and the 
heartbreaking screams of their two victims. During the next 20 minutes 
nearly all of Miss Juniper's Kilocanes were used, carving angry weals 
into two heaving, sweaty bodies. Dozens of stripes defiled each of the 
girls from their shoulders to their shins. Nearly obscuring those marks 
however were the canes that produced them. Thirty eight of them clung to 
the poor girls, clattering about when each new blow descended, and as 
Tiffany and Samantha feebly tried to shake them loose. The last two 
students, Jerry and Stephanie, had taken their three hardest swings, and 
prepared to engage the pinchers, but were having trouble finding any 
fresh spots. The girls' nipples and breasts had felt the bite of the 
canes early on, then their pubic regions, ears and underarms. Tiff and 
Sam were just barely moving now. Almost all of their kick was gone. Each 
of them was bearing an extra twenty five pounds of Kilocane. Little by 
little, this weight had taken a toll at their nooses, diminishing their 
deadly dance. Their throats were almost entirely closed now, and could 
barely produce a sound. Their chests convulsed, looking for tiny scraps 
of air and finding none. Deprived of oxygen and blood their faces had 
turned dark red, bordering on black.

"Why not go for their tongues?" Miss J. asked them, "They are so close 
now, one more tug against the ropes might finish them off." Jerry and 
Stef smiled at each other and nodded. Raising their canes high in the 
air, the students poked talons expanded to the widest aperture into 
their victims' mouths. They released their buttons and dropped the canes 
simultaneously. Following the pull of the canes, two faces tipped 
forward until their chins rested against their chests. Their legs went 
limp. Their mouths fell silent. No sound or movement was evident but for 
the tapping of urine hitting the floor as Tiff and Sam voided the 
remaining contents of their bladders. 

"End of the road..." Miss Juniper said gently to her students, "Say 
goodbye to our sweet volunteers Tiffany and Samantha, and may they sleep 
well." The classroom burst into applause as Miss J's students registered 
appreciation for the show they had witnessed, and the history that was 
made.

"Two minutes til 5 o¹clock, Miss J!" Shandra called out, "Bravo! That's 
almost perfect!"

"Thank you, students," the teacher smiled, "Thank you, but the credit 
all goes to our lovely ladies here, who gave us all they had to give. 
Without their tremendous effort and delightful consent, none of this 
could have been possible." The applause grew louder as classmates gave 
their departed friends a hearty hand, accompanied by whistles and shouts.

"Our demonstration is finished for today, class," Miss J announced as 
the racket subsided. "Several of you who need to get dressed should do 
so quickly so our custodians can clean the room and lock up the school. 
Thank goodness it's Friday; we can all get a little bit of rest. Oh, I 
almost forgot, we need to vote on Shara's fate. How many of you think 
Shara performed sexily enough for us today, and should be given a 
temporary reprieve?"

Most of the students' hands went up, including everyone who had a turn 
at abusing her.

"That looks pretty positive, Shara." Miss J said to the exhausted girl 
in the mobile torture platform. "And I agree with them. You did a 
wonderful job today. Unfortunately our time ran out before you could 
suck off all of your classmates. But you'll get a chance to service the 
rest of them soon, since they voted to let you live a while longer." The 
teacher took the key on her necklace and turned it inside the lock above 
the handle that imprisoned Shara's breasts inside the MTP-5000. 
Automatic clicking sounds could be heard beneath the aluminum panels of 
the breast module, as spring tensioners coiled around Shara's boobs were 
instantly released. Shara winced as feeling returned to her tender 
globes.

"There's nothing like having nipple clamps removed, is there dear?" Miss 
J. cood, "They hurt so much worse when they come off and the blood 
returns to them." After unclipping the tight jaws from Shara's nipples, 
she lifted the girl's bruised breasts and carefully pushed them back 
through the holes in the module. They were badly swollen, and it took 
some coaxing before they were freed.

"Ohhhh, thank you ma'am," Shara groaned, "God, they hurt something 
awful, but I'm so glad you're freeing them. Thank you so much for 
releasing my titties."      

Four men dressed in blue scrubs wheeled two mop buckets and two steel 
gurneys into the room and prepared to cut the girls down. "Gentlemen," 
said Miss J looking up from her crouch next to Shara's platform, "Those 
two cadavers need to be taken to our chilled body lockers down at the 
science lab. Be sure you clean and disinfect the entire platform area, 
and all my canes and ring gags as you remove them and store them in my 
closet. When you are done tidying up you may satisfy yourselves with 
Bridget here. All of her rape points are permissible. When you are 
finished enjoying Bridget I want you to wheel her, in living condition 
please, over to the Journalism department. They'll be staying late 
tonight working on the yearbook. Students there will be doing some photo 
essays of her and our fascinating new equipment, as well as indulging 
themselves in some late night entertainment. Be careful not to release 
the spears on her gag or breast connect... our photo students will want 
to make careful studies of those events. And be sure to take one of 
these satin coverlets with you so she won't get chilled."

"Yes Ma'am," two of the men responded, grinning at the thought of having 
some fun with Bridget. Working for this bitch definitely had it's good 
points.

"That would have been your fate as well, my dear," Miss Juniper 
whispered to Shara, "If you had not won us over with your sexy 
performance." With the teacher's gentle assistance, Shara managed to 
rise to her feet, her legs quivering with exhaustion. 

"Hand me a robe, please," Miss J. asked a nearby student, "We need to 
warm this girl up, she's shaking like a leaf." With the thick terrycloth 
robe wrapped around her student, Miss J. wound her arms around the girl 
and squeezed her tightly, rubbing warmth into her shoulders. Shara burst 
into tears as she hugged her teacher. Her loud sobs continued while her 
teacher held her close. "My goodness, darling, you'll be alright," the 
teacher whispered, "It's over for now... and you were beautiful. You've 
earned your extra time, dear.  Now come with me and get some rest."

"W...with you...?" the student asked, blinking away her tears of relief. 

"Certainly with me," Miss Juniper assured her, "You're in my custody 
now. Until I reactivate the terms of your invokement you will stay in my 
home, and follow my directions. I'll have you cleaned up and rested in 
no time. Then I plan to train you, and teach you lots of new things. 
We'll have so much fun!"

Suddenly Shara understood. Her life as she had ever known it was indeed 
over. Her lusty performance on the MTP-5000 had done the trick and 
bought her some more time, how much she couldn't be sure. But it was 
borrowed time only, strictly at the disposal of Miss Juniper.

"Yes... yes of course," Shara said closing her eyes and resting her head 
on Miss J.'s shoulder, "Thank you so much Ma'am. I'm feeling much better 
now. I'll need to get my things, though. May I go home first?"

"Everything I need for you is at my home already," her teacher said, 
stroking Shara's smooth blond hair and slowly walking her into the 
hallway. "I have all the lingerie and powders and creams you could ever 
imagine. There's a hot tub and a huge warm featherbed waiting for you, 
along with some very clever toys. And, dear, you won't believe my shoe 
collection."


End of part IX
© 2000, Aiken