High Heeled Hell

Part I

"High-heeled hell" Part I
  By Aiken 1999


Miss Juniper: "Listen up class. Today we will be conducting a dual 
slow-hang with special accessories. We are going to have our victims 
wear very tall high heeled shoes. Heels add awkwardness, difficulty and 
pain as one fights a losing battle with gravity and the noose. And 
higher heels always make the legs look more attractive and sexy. 
Students, don't forget what your hanging manual says: 'Contributing to 
your hangman's pleasure is the prime duty of every hanging victim.' And 
remember, it would be your last chance to make a good impression on both 
him and your audience. (Miss J. gestures out to the classroom, then up 
to the video cameras that encircle the room) In the lucky event your 
hangman chooses to have sex with you during your snuff, you will want to 
look as appealing as possible for everyone concerned."

"I have an announcement to make now that gives me great pleasure. And I 
believe all of you will be thrilled to know it too.... Tiffany and 
Samantha have been good enough to volunteer for today's demonstration."

The class bursts into applause, and a few cheers. Several students reach 
over and congratulate the girls. A couple of the girls give Tiff and Sam 
big supportive hugs and kisses. As usual, there are several tears, lots 
of chatter, and loads of eager smiles. 

In Dana Juniper's second period classroom, where she teaches 
Torture/Snuff Theory II, the identities of her volunteers is kept 
strictly secret right up to the very last minute. By international 
custom, names of anyone volunteering for snuff are never advertised more 
than one day ahead of time, and rarely more than one or two hours. 

There are several very good reasons for this practice.

Though it rarely happens, occasionally someone is owed enough money, 
sex, or some other consideration by the volunteer snuff candidate to 
want to derail the proceedings. The only legal way that can be done is 
to gently talk her out of it. A selfish manipulator or creditor needs 
time to make deals or appeals. The short-term announcement custom allows 
very little time for that to happen. One important benefit of candidacy 
is that all of the volunteer's earthly debts and obligations are wiped 
away. Unfortunately, creditors are never paid, and law prohibits any 
recourse on snuffees' families, insurance policies, spouses, or 
significant others. But that should be a small sacrifice to make for 
perfecting the world's society, especially compared to what the snuff 
candidate is choosing to give up. Naturally all candidates are 
encouraged to pay their debts, but once Invokement occurs, any remaining 
bills are ancient history.

What is Invokement? It is the official point of no return for the snuff 
candidate, and the second reason for the custom. There's no sense 
announcing candidates' names well in advance because there's always a 
chance it will never come off. According to article 4, chapter 3 of the 
Volunteer Snuff Act of 2116, "Any candidate may cancel all agreements 
and change her mind without penalty for any reason, up to the moment 
when, on the designated day and in the presence of her executioner, she 
places herself --or freely allows herself to be placed-- into any 
article of bondage specific to the chosen snuff assignment, such as 
handcuffs, nooses, ankle cuffs, loops, clips, collars, buckles, gags, 
etc. Invokement occurs at that time."

This cancellation privelige is vehemently upheld by law. The slightest 
resistance, or the softest utterance of the word "no" prior to placement 
of the first bond, will cancel the proceedings. Until that moment all 
the officially signed documents in the world are null and void. That 
moment is called  the Invokement. Only then does the candidate becomes 
the snuffee; the volunteer willingly become the victim and property of 
the state. What was once an agreement of candidacy becomes a fully 
binding contract. It is then irrevocable by her or anyone else. Not even 
by the highest judge in the land. 

There is one exception, and one only. The executioner, (any agent or 
body empowered to act as her executioner, and sometimes called the 
moderator) may at his pleasure alter, postpone, or cancel any of the 
terms of her contract. This exception can be waived in advance by the 
candidate, by deselecting it on the agreement, but this is rarely done. 
It is considered good taste to give her executioner this ultimate 
commission. That way if she ever begs him to recant her decision, 
allowing her to live, then it really means something when he simply says 
"no. " 

This "exception" rule performs an important psychological role for the 
candidate, very similar to the it's-ok-to-change-your-mind rule--It 
smooths away any sense of real danger up until the last moment. "What if 
I get scared and can't go thru with it?" she may ask. The reply is 
"That's fine. Until the last second you can always change your mind. You 
can say no any time you like, and for any reason you like..." Or they 
might add, "Besides, even then the moderator could stop an execution if 
you wanted him to. But, why would you want him to do that? It will be so 
intense and erotic, and you'll be so beautiful..."

The days, or weeks, leading up to Invokement can be filled with 
soothing, positive thoughts. The encouragement and support she receives 
from counsellors and family members for being a candidate is very 
nurturing. Volunteer candidates are held in great esteem by society, 
bordering on reverence. She basks in the feeling that all her fantasies 
are about to come true. She is a hero, a role model, a queen, a goddess, 
a sex symbol and a virgin sacrifice all rolled into one. Not to mention 
rich and famous. Her family will receive lavish subsidies for her snuff, 
generated by royalties on the sale of videos, books, magazines and 
posters made from her execution. She can even borrow advances on this 
money from companies who set up split-percentage deals for those 
royalties. And because of the debt-elimination rule, she can live it up 
with no worries of anyone ever having to pay those advances back. Of 
course the hotter she is in her snuff, the more famously her last acts 
will sell. Snuff candidates spend many happy hours working on their 
figure, improving their tan, and perfecting their hair and makeup. And 
masturbating....

When her moment of truth finally arrives, all she needs is a sliver of 
masochistic fire in her loins, or a dab of peer pressure, to push her 
over the ledge. Studies have shown that the intense eroticism of 
voluntary Invokement is so contagious and powerful among candidates, 
peers and audiences alike, that candidates are hardly ever able to 
change their minds. A candidate's desire to feed and satisfy this 
sexuality is enough to overcome her fears, if only for a moment. And one 
moment is all that is needed. Occasionally they'll freeze, like a deer 
caught in the headlights. That's when a moderator's gentle hand cinching 
up a noose, or clicking shut a handcuff, while whispering sweet nothings 
in her ear, is all that is needed. The same result is obtained when an 
authority figure snaps out harsh orders that are meekly obeyed. 
Something like "Ok, bitch, go stand over there and slip your hands into 
the cuffs. Today is your snuff day." It's all according to the 
candidate's personality and sexual makeup, something that is carefully 
researched in advance to determine the most effective approach. In 
either case because no resistance is offered, no foul play will ever be 
seen by the cameras. She will be seen as having "placed herself--or 
freely allowing herself to be placed" into her Invokement. Neat, sweet 
and ready for the final treat.

Then there is the third reason why Miss Juniper waits until the last 
moment to tell her students which one of them is volunteering. Classroom 
attendance. It's been perfect for almost three years, ever since she 
joined the staff. No one would dare cut class and miss the electric 
announcements of who her candidates will be.

Miss Juniper: "Settle down, class. Remember today's grade will count for 
half of your final exams. We have much work to do. Now, about the 
shoes...to grace the lovely feet of our two young ladies, I have chosen 
white patent leather sandals with seven inch heels and two inch 
platforms. This results in a fairly steep five inch arch. Personally, I 
prefer six or seven inches. (gesturing down to her own high heeled boots 
which have a 6 inch arch) But your textbook states that a five inch arch 
is considered the minimum for effective cramping and foot pain during 
long term standing and hanging tortures. So these should be sufficient, 
especially for girls in your age group who may be unaccustomed to 
wearing heels. They buckle securely at the toes and ankles, so our 
victims won't be kicking them off and ending matters too soon. It's time 
to get started, girls. Remove all of your clothing. Then remove your 
sneakers and put on the heels, leaving your socks on. Buckle the shoes 
tightly. This will help somewhat with stability and chafing. The socks 
will help absorb sweat during your struggle, as well as urine and blood 
in later stages of your ordeal. "

Tiffany's and Samantha's eyes are wide with astonishment. Miss J's 
choice of words and her brutal honesty about things like urine and blood 
have caught them off guard. The girls have already turned in their 
permission forms, guaranteeing their family will receive the usual 
generous subsidy offered for educational torture/snuff volunteers. No 
need to sugar coat things now. But they clearly do not know what Miss 
J's plans are, nor have they ever worn slut slippers like the ones she 
had selected for them. Visibly shaking with fear and uncertainty, they 
disrobe and follow the teacher's directions as best they can.

The two girls are nearly the same height, with Tiffany being an inch 
taller at 5 foot, 4 inches. She is a bit thinner than Sam, too. She has 
light brown hair worn in a ponytail, dark brown doe-eyes, and delicate 
facial features. Her most notable attributes are her long legs and her 
beautiful breasts, unusually large ones for a girl of her willowy build. 
She should have been thrilled to have them, but she wasn't. What with 
the other girls envying her, and guys making up nympho rumors about her, 
she often wished she'd been flat-chested. She was pretty nervous around 
boys, and one of the rumours circulated about her was that she only 
liked girls, which wasn't true. She just preferred them. She'd had two 
bisexual relationships, one of them with her classmate, Marcia. She and 
Marcia have enjoyed delicious sex many times together during the past 
two years.

Samantha is a petite curvaceous brunette with a slightly olive 
complexion, hazel eyes and a button nose. Guys are crazy about her, and 
she's crazy about them, which explains why she dates so often. Sam's 
kept a pretty good reputation, in spite of letting lots of boys take her 
all the way. She's very proud of her oral skills. Due to frequent 
practice she gives one of the best blowjobs in the entire school.

The girls had volunteered to hang together because they had always 
wanted to experience a slow-hang. They'd watched Miss Juniper conduct 
more than a dozen of them, and considered it the most erotic and 
beautifully graceful snuff imaginable. They also wanted to experience it 
while they were still under 115 lbs. The lighter victims always seemed 
to last about a half hour longer, and usually experienced more orgasms. 
Such performances are highly prized on the snuff video market.

But Miss J.'s tone was frightening them. She seemed a little too serious 
and businesslike about the shoes and all that foot pain. What blood 
could she be talking about if they were going to slow-hang? They sensed 
that something was terribly wrong....but they weren't sure what. Both 
girls started thinking about a cancellation. But Miss Juniper moved too 
quickly. She had their hands tied up with rope before they could voice 
any concern. Her snuff setup today was very special. It had never been 
demonstrated to her class before.

With the anxious girls properly shod and their hands tied behind them, a 
sturdy rope is drawn thru a pulley in the ceiling. The rope has a noose 
at each end which is looped around each soft neck. The girls stand below 
it on a steel platform that is set into the floor. The platform is 
motorized, and can be raised or lowered by minute increments with an 
electric control. The platform is lowered just to the point where both 
girls must lift up on their heels to allay the sensation of choking. 
Eventually their legs and feet will tire, and they will begin to hang 
not just themselves, but each other. Any time one girl shifts her 
weight, or slips on her heels, they'll both feel the eye-bulging panic 
of strangulation, until balance is restored, and they regain their stiff 
tiptoe-hanging composure. Miss J. was always full of surprises. She had 
designed this snuff to be an agonizingly long process, much longer that 
the two girls had ever bargained for. It could last almost indefinitely 
if a hangman intended it to.....

But, what if Miss J suddenly announces that today is "Creativity Day"? 
Once or twice a year she allows her class to offer suggestions regarding 
her torture/snuff demonstrations. It's always a surprise announcement, 
and her students are more than eager to participate. At least the ones 
who aren't being snuffed. The theory is that the girls' snuff papers 
have been signed and filed and their fate is properly sealed. Their 
official method of execution has been duly recorded, but the actual 
procedure used and all the delightful details are up to them, just as 
they are for any professional executioner. It's sort of a pop test 
involving theory, application, and lab skills. Their grade depends on 
how accurate, insightful, and painful their suggestions are.

Her victims never know Creativity Day is coming until they are already 
tied up and past the point of no return. Creativity Day terrifies even 
consensual snuffees enough to make them wish they could change their 
minds. Too late! After the usual tears and begging Miss J calmly reminds 
them that Invokement has already occurred. There's no such thing as 
backing out now, no matter how they feel about it. She wipes their tears 
away, saying that no matter how cruel the ideas are, there will always 
be significant pleasures too....at least for someone. She will moderate 
which choices are enacted, and the proceedings are videotaped from every 
angle to ensure that proper grades are given.

Let's say that today is Creativity Day for Tiffany and Samantha! 

After drawing the doomed girls onto their high-heeled tiptoes, Miss J 
starts out with a classroom vote to determine if the snuffing will be 
swift or last till the end of the day. Funny, they hardly ever choose 
the swifter method. Suggestions are then taken in turn from the 
students, including the idea, the method of performing it, and the 
intended or expected result.

Suggestions range from mild, to wicked, to purely diabolical...

Henry: "How about putting a few thumbtacks inside those sexy sandals, I 
bet a little superglue on the heads would hold them in place. It would 
make their balancing act a little bit tougher..."

Both girls stare back at their classmates, gurgling softly, their eyes 
pleading and full of pain. Samantha starts to say something, but Miss J 
quickly taps the platform control a couple of times, effectively 
stopping the girls speech.

Miss J:  "That's pretty good, Henry. Crude, but good. I'm looking for 
subtlety though. Here are two girls whose throats are lashed 
together....their necks are already being gently stretched. In a matter 
of hours, or maybe days, they would be dead, even if we did nothing. In 
the meantime what else could we do? Marcia?" 

Marcia: "I've always liked Tiffany, she's really sweet. But her breasts 
came in first, and they are so much bigger than mine. How about we hang 
some heavy weights from them? Then the more she struggles the more they 
will hurt...."

Tiffany, still standing at rope drawn attention, looks at her lover's 
betrayal in horror, tries to say something, but it is unintelligible.

Chad: "Yeah, but first let's wrap them up with barbed wire at the base. 
I saw that in a video once and that girl really felt it. She was 
bawling. Those tits were bleeding and turning blue." 

Miss J:  "That's worth some pain points for both of you. But I'm still 
looking for something inventive.... Remember.... two girls....what you 
do to one, you must do to the other. Barbara?"

Barbara: "I think the barbed wire idea sounds great. Brutal and 
delicious. So let's just forget the weights. Lift one foot from each of 
the girls between the legs of the other, and tie it back to the breast 
wires on the other girl. Now you have symmetrical punishment for each 
girls breasts, caused by the other girl's movement. And you make their 
effort not to choke to death more challenging by standing on one foot."

Miss J:  "Excellent idea, Barbara. Bonus points for you. But class, 
wouldn't that shorten the fun? The one foot would tire out much faster 
than two, don't you think?. Yes, Blake?"

Blake: "Not necessarily, Ma'am. Not if you connect slender manacle 
chains on each girls feet, allowing them at most...about thirty inches 
between left and right, and then run it thru a ring that is attached to 
the other girls breast wires, by another chain, carefully measured to 
allow only one foot to be down at any one time. The girls could hop from 
one foot to the other when one leg gets tired. They might even live 
longer that way than on both feet.

Miss J:  "Now we are getting somewhere, class! Bonus points for Blake. 
Each foot hop will punish our victims nicely, at their noosed necks, 
around their barb wired breasts, and on their highly arched and 
thumbtacked feet! (she illustrates these areas by light taps with her 
pointer stick) Let's all take a bathroom break and when we get back in 
15 minutes, we will talk about putting our ideas into action. You've 
already voted on letting our girls survive until five oclock today. So 
we'll have about an hour and a half to get all of the girls' tortures in 
place before lunchtime. The later classes can watch our victims' 
progress throughout the afternoon, and even engage them in sex along the 
way. Believe it or not, there will still be some ways that can be done. 
I will demonstrate that also in the next hour. Hurry along now."

Before heading into the hallway with her class Miss J reaches for her 
lipstick and applies a fresh coat to her lips. Then she strokes a thick 
layer of the creamy red gloss onto the lips of both her suffering 
victims. "That looks so much better," she says, patting Samantha gently 
on the cheek, "Nothing dries out a girls lips like slow strangulation." 
After carefully applying the cosmetic to Tiffany's trembling lips Miss 
J's fingers play happily around the noose where it digs into the girl's 
vocal cords. "You're doing very nicely, dear." she whispers into her 
ear, "You're doing exactly what you're supposed to do. But don't try to 
talk. Try to save your strength for later. If you two girls last like I 
think you will, this demonstration video will be the stuff of legends." 
She kisses Tiffany sweetly on the lips, and looks into her eyes. "You'll 
be famous... " she smiles. 

Miss Juniper nonchalantly reaches for the control, bumps the platform 
down another notch, and walks off to join her students in the hallway. 
The girls both gasp in pain as the added tension pulls their nooses a 
little tighter, drawing them up a bit higher on their tiptoes. Tears are 
streaming down their cheeks. And they know that far worse is yet to 
come...


End of part I
© 1999, Aiken