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higheel5.txt
                          Highheel Boot Camp

                              Chapter 5

  Ah yes! Yvonne!
  Herman sighed nostalgicaly as he remembered the little girl scout whith whom
he had such fun years before. He got a boner just thinking about the sexy
little slut.
  My, had she squealed!
  She had been a delicious victim for his sadistic tortures...

  She had proved a perfect guinea pig for the breaking in of his rape machine.
Yes, he had used the machine to pop her pussy and rectal cherries both at the
same time, giving her the shock of her life!
  He had punched those thick, vibrating wooden posts inside her, till her
cunny and ass passages were raw, sore, torn and bleeding.
  She had begged him to stop, which of course only made him do it more!
  Damn, she gave him a boner!
  Finally, he grew tired of using that lever to shove those vibrating wood
dildos up her pussy and ass hole. He let the lever go and swiftly untied her
wrists and unbleted her from the thick wooded block. Grabbing Yvonne's braid,
he dragged the sobbing, moaning little girl across the room to another bizarre
contraption.
  This one looked like a "T" emerging out of the floor.
  Roughly, Herman dragged her arms over the top of the wooden "T" and tied her
wrists to a metal post sticking out of the back of it.
  Directly below Yvonne's torn, puffy pussy was a big, grotesque dildo
fashioned out of cold iron, jutting out of the wooden "T" like an upside down
faucet.
  There was a crank in back of the "T" which made the upper half come down...
  But Herman was taking his sweet time...
    "You certainly a pretty little thing, Yvonne De Santonnis!" he sneered,
striding around and staring at her critically, "Only, that braid is sure
silly!" Something flashed before Yvonne's tear-dimmed eyes, and she saw with a
shock of fear that he was holding a huge bowie knife.
    "OOOOOOOHHHHH     G_GOODNESSSSS..." Yvonne gasped in a loud, hoarse voice.
Her life flashed before her eyes as cold fear tore through her tummy.
  Herman threw back his head and chortled with evil delight. Yes, her fear was
certainly enjoyable!
  He grabbed her pig tail and neatly sliced it right off! Now, poor Yvonne no
longer had a braid...
  Her hair was cut short above her slender white shoulders.
  Herman nodded and grunted. He moved around behind the "T" and grabbed hold
of the crank.
  He turned it...
  The upper portion of the "T" descended. So did Yvonne...
  She sank right down, helplessly, on the huge iron dick.
  It rammed up against the tender, torn lips of her pussy and Yvonne shrieked
and shrieked as she was penetrated by eight thick inches of wrist-sized iron.
Her tiny 12 year old pussy was stretched beyond belief by an object that would
have tested the limits of an experienced womans pussy.  This enormous object
sent excruciating waves of agony through the sobbing girl scout, for as Herman
continued to turn the crank, she was rhythmically lifted and jammed back down
on the fat iron dildo. Each time it entered, it forced out blood and other
fluids from her hole and when it pulled out, pulling her cunt inside out at
the same time, it made a loud slurping sound just before popping out with an
audible "POP."
    "Hurts, doesn't it, bitch?" Herman hissed in her ear as he jerked on the
crank. "Yeah! Feel that thick thing slammin' up ya good and HARD! Yeah! That's
it, slut! Scream! Scream your little lungs out!"

  He had sound-proofed the cellar, so that he could make as much noise down
there without worrying about disturbing the neigbors one little bit.

  Herman let go of the crank, leaving the moaning brunette with the thick iron
dildo lodged half-in, half-out of her tortured, bleeding little snatch. He
went over to the table and picked up a huge thick black candle.
  He flicked his Bic and lit it.
  Grinning malevolently, Shankley stode back over to the moaning wench.
    "Candle light is so romantic, isn't it, Yvonne?" he hissed.
  He held the candle close to her, it's rosy flame casting luscious red light
all over her squirming naked young body.
  Her nipples were exciting.
  Big, rosy sphere with nubbins which stood away from her body almost an
inch...
  Nice!
  Slowly, he tilted the candle over Yvonne's right tit. Yvonne's violet eyes
opened wide and she gave a short scream as red hot wax scalded her tender
right nipple. This continued for a minute or so untill the entire nipple was
encased in black wax. Then Herman moved to the left one.
    "AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE..." howled the poor brown haired girl scout.
    "Oh, dear! Tut, tut! Look at all that dirty wax on your nipples!" Herman
said with a sympathetic click of his tongue.
  The black wax had hardened on her stiff, aching nipples and trembling
boobies.
    "I know! I'll just melt it off again, my dear!" Herman cooed.
  He carefully held out the flame till it touched her right nipple.
  Yvonne's eyes bulged.
  Her jaw dropped.
  The wax swiftly melted, trickly down the rounded cup of her breast.
  The hot yellow flame sizzled as it curled around the pointy peak of her
nipple. Whisps of smoke started to rise as the nipple flesh swelled and
darkend.
  White hot agony exploded through the young girl's naked breast.
    "AAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!" Yvonne De Santonnis's agonized shrieks rose and
fell like horror music.
  She bucked and heaved violently, tossing her short dark hear wildly, her
eyes bulging and rolling in her head, spit frothing from the corners of her
screaming lips.
    "Yeah!" Herman whispered hoarsely, sadistic lust and pleasure trickling
through him as he watched her face.
  Abruptly, he pulled the candle away and Yvonne moaned raggedly, slumping
forward on the wooden "T" looking stunned.
  Her burned nipple was bloated to twice its normal size.
  It felt as though it were still on fire as little tremors of agony continued
to tear through her body.
    "Now! Let's just set to work on your other nipple, shall we?" Herman
Shankley said pleasantly.
    "N-Nooo! P-Please! NOOOOOO!" Yvonne gasped hoarsely, shaking her pretty
little head violently from side to side.
  But it was too late.
  He had stuck the flame up directly under her wax-covered nubin.
  And once more, Yvonne's lusty, high-pitched shrieks of sheer agony rippled
through the air, mingling with the more musical uluations of Yma Sumac on the
stereo.
    "That was fun, wasn't it?" Herman said brightly as he blew out the candl
and tossed it casualy over his shoulder.
  Yvonne was moaning and grunting, leaning forward on the "T", her eyes
rolling wildly and vacantly in their sockets.
  She looked like a half-crazed animal caught in a trap.
  Her face was white.
  She was blubbering and moaning.
  She was trembling all over.
  Her big red nipples were blistered, scorched and so sensitive!
  She had lost all control as now urine and feces covered the insides of her
thighs and the floor beneath her.
  Her torn little twat was stuffed with the blood covered iron dildo.
  Ropes bit cruelly into Yvonne's slender little wrists.
  Poor little thing!
  She had gone half-mad by now...

  Herman sauntered over to the table and munched reflectively on one of the
cookies in the boxes she'd left there.
    "Rather stale, these cookies!" he remarked. "I should have known that
you'd try to cheat me, Yvonne De Santonnis!"
  He strode back to the "T" and swiftly untied her arms. He left her wrists
tied together, however, though he freed her from the "T". Herman lifted her
easily into the air, pulling her off of the iron dildo with a loud slurp. He
dropped her on her knees on the floor directly in the pool of her own urine.
Yvonne rested there, on her knees, her head drooping forward, little ragged
moans and whimpers fluttering from her lips.
  Herman busied himself collecting a novel assortment of paraphernalia and
returned to the kneeling girl. He slipped on a leather dog collar around her
neck and cinched it tight. Shankley snapped a leash on to the brunette's
collar, hooking the other end around his thick wrist.
    "Now you're my tame little  bitch, ain't you?" Herman sneered. He jerked
on the leash so the collar bit into her little neck.
    "ANSWER ME!" he shouted.
    "Y-Yes!" Yvonne squawked.
    "Yes, WHAT?"
    "Yvonne gawked up at him blankly.
  He stooped and slapped her hard back and forth across the face.
    "YES SIR!" he roared.
    "Yes, s-sir!" Yvonne sobbed.
    "Tell me you're my no good little bitch slave!" Herman barked
    "I...I'm your...your n-no good little...bitch slave, s-sir..." Yvonne
sobbed wretchelly.
    "Very good!" Herman nodded brusquely. "Now! Clean the mess you made on my
floor! With your tongue! DO IT, YOU DIRTY SLUT! DO IT NOW!!"
  Yvonne moaned as she stooped to press her parched lips to the vile mixture
she sat in. Slavishly, she started to lick-up the still warm mixture of her
piss and shit. At one point she started to gag, her stomach heaving...
    "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE PUKE YOU LITTLE WHORE!!!" he screamed out.
    "Because if you do I'll shit on the floor and make you eat that up too!
Now, HURRY UP!"
  After three minutes, the floor was clean, though now Yvonne's tongue was raw
from being rubbed against concrete.
    "Now! You're gonna get housebroken!" Herman snarled.
  He unbuckled his belt.
  He unzipped his fly.
  He dragged his tight gray slacks down around the tops of his boots.
  Herman was naked underneath.
  His thirteen inch schlong bulged massively before Yvonne's shocked eyes,
emerging from a thick thatch of pubes.
  His heavy, hairy balls swung meatily between his brawny legs, swollen with
lust.
  My, he was big!
  Yvonne had never even dreamed that a man could be so big...
  She thought for one shocked moment that she was imagining things.
  But, no, that slab of horse-meat was thick, fat, pink, drooling, fist-sized
knob was only too real, she soon discovered.
    "Suck my big fat dong!" Herman Shankley's voice rang out imperiously. He
jerked violently at the leash and banged the gooey head of his meat against
Yvonne's gasping red lips.
  Yvonne smooched his dick-head wretchedly. She began to mouth at it, sliding
her pink tongue all over his knob. She tasted the acrid tang of his pre-come
and nearly gagged.
    "Lick it all over!"
  Yvonne obeyed him. She felt mingled fear and excitement course through her
as she ran her tongue up and down the corrugated shaft of Herman's over-sized
pecker.
  Herman's rod was so huge, so hard, so heavy, so hot...
  God, she was even starting to enjoy licking that huge meat...
  She tongued it from the furry, wrist-thick base right up to the flared ridge
of his pulpy dick-knob. She made Herman's horse-meat glisten with spit.
  Herman yanked on the leash, panting thickly, savage pleasure rippling
through his masculine loins.
    "Suck my balls!"
  Yvonne obediently suckled each heavy, egg-shapped nut. She lapped his greasy
scumbag all over, the hot, musky tast of his sweaty crotch burning in her
mouth.
  Herman shuffled around, facing away from the little slut.
    "Suck my ASS!"
  He jerked violently on the leash as he roared these words.
  Yvonne winced in pain as the collar twisted in her slender neck. She sobbed
brokenly. She bent forward, smothering her face between his meaty butt cheeks.
The pungent heat of dirty, sweaty man-ass seared her senses, making little
Yvonne's eyes and mouth water. She could feel his buns clenching masterfully
at her face.
  She could hardly breathe!
  She began to lick.
  She ran her little pink tongue in long, hungry licks, up and down the older
man's deep, greasy ass crack.
    "Lick my HOLE!"
  She licked his asshole, feeling its slimy clutch and its heat as she prodded
it with the tip of her taster.
    "Get that tongue up my HOLE!"
  Yvonne shuddered as Herman athletic rectum tugged her taster right up inside
his oven-hot colon.
    "Aaaaaaahhhh..." Herman rumbled contently, jacking his spit-soaked meat
and grinding his sweaty ass against the tied up girl scout's pretty face. Her
tongue licked his hairy asshole thoroughly, flicking in and out of it.
  The gritty, greasy tast filled Yvonne's mouth like smoke.
  She gagged and whimpered.
  But she felt strangly thrilled.
  She was being abused, tortured, treated like a filty dog.
  And yet, she actualy was starting to get turned on by this treatment...
  Yes, her torn, tortured little cunny was quivering with strange need...
  Herman made the little slut suck and lick his butt-hole thoroughly.