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Disclaimer update December 18 2013

As of this time I am only posting my stories on ASSTR.org.

Loliwood is closed down which is kind of a bummer because I liked
the site. But it looks like the owner of the site got tired of
maintaining it.

When I first started posting stories on the internet I posted
them to Stories on Line (SOL). So some of my older stuff is on
the site up to 2011 or 2012 I think, but I have not posted
stories there for a couple of years now. They changed their
minimum age requirements for characters to 16.

So let me grovel here a bit. If you're reading this story on
ASSTR please email me your thoughts about the story, good or bad,
doesn't matter. I love hearing from readers and I respond to
every email. I have some readers that I keep a constant
correspondence with.

Now to the disclaimer stuff: This story and all the stories I
write are a work of fiction and special care was taken while
writing the story - no letters were hurt when they were placed on
the page.

Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.
described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my
imagination.  None of the following is based on real organisms or
organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real,
living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is
no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am
aware of.

Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult
females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories
should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do
so or who would be offended if they did.  Most if not all of the
stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is
not for minors under the age of 18 or close-minded people.


I write stories for my own enjoyment.  I write stories in which
adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls.


If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a
wonderful male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth"
as he puts it into the story line.  If there are any mistakes in
the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my error
and not his.  Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me.

I also want to thank several readers with whom I have become
"email friends". I bounce story line ideas off of them and they
and they come back with wonderful ideas and scenes that take me
in different directions.

Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome
to continue.

Story codes are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss, humiliation,
consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints, racial, bigotry,
discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex, young love, also
asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff), erotic hanging, punishments
like spankings, whippings and canings, young girl domination with
strap-on sex, rape. Not all of these story codes are in every
story but a good majority of these codes are.


Email me with your comments at: msteven1005@yahoo.com

I reply to readers who take time to email me. Please, please,
please email me your thoughts on the story.



Mrs Amy Lucas stood out front of the store, The Hanger, which
catered to adult women whose fetish was hanging themselves in
front of young girls.  Amy fretted in front of the store looking
around the mall to see if anybody was watching her, even making
sure nobody she knew from her company was walking by.  She was a
chief financial officer of a global company and her standing
within the company would be affected if the Board of Directors
knew she was into having illicit sex with girls, especially her
daughter Bella.

Speaking of her daughter Bella, the eleven-year-old had run into
the store ahead of her mother and gone for the toy section.  The
Hanger was one of several stores that catered to women who loved
the noose and Mrs. Gardener, the hanging specialist she had met
the other week, had uploaded buying instructions to Bella.  The
list was extensive as it covered everything from clothes to the
type of rope to be used.  As Amy stood watching her daughter
several women walking by looked her up and down and nodded their
approval.  Amy was wearing a pink halter top with sewn-in bra
cups.  The top was two sizes too short but Bella was insistent
that Amy wear it and around her waist she wore a mid-thigh length
blue skirt.  She wondered what they would think if they knew that
beneath it, she wore a thong, identical to her daughter's, that
pressed so tightly against her clit that it kept her permanently
wet. On her feet Amy wore sneakers with  white ankle socks and
her hair was done up in a bun on the top of her head because a
bun was the preferred method of getting ones hair out of the way
during a hanging.  One of the hanging rules that Amy heard about
was that a woman's hair could not get tangled with the noose:  it
was considered unsightly to the person watching the hanging and
it could also obstruct the view of the rope tightening around the
neck.  Bella also wore the exact same clothes as her mother but
her hair was done in a pony tail.  She insisted that she and her
mom wear the same clothes on this shopping trip and, blushing
slightly, Amy wondered if her daughter's thong was pressing just
as tightly against her pre-teen cunt.

Amy had had a rough start with Little Angels and after a month
and half she was only a $11.75 whore.  Bella on the other hand
was having a good time, not only using women in her bedroom but
going to women's houses on occasion to use them there.  Bella's
interest in hanging women had only come about recently when she
discovered that the website had a section dedicated to women who
were into hanging.  Bella had hung Georgia, Amy's co-worker, at
Georgia's house last week with the help of her daughter, Safina.
Georgia was all smiles the next morning as she hurried into Amy's
office.  Amy was aghast that Georgia would come to the executive
suite of the floor;  no lower level company employees were
allowed on the executive floor where Amy worked so she quickly
got up from behind her desk and hustled Georgia out her office
door.  The black woman was still smiling as Amy stopped in the
stairwell.

"Georgia you know you're not allowed up here.  Upper management
doesn't like the idea of lower level workers messing up the peace
and tranquility of the suite," Amy said, her voice was just above
a whisper.

"Oh, that make no never mind to me, Miss Lucas, I just wanted to
come by and tell you about my   wonderful date with your
daughter," Georgia gushed.

The black woman recounted to Amy how Bella had hung her, whipped
her and beat her with a bamboo cane across her buttocks.  Georgia
had even lifted her skirt to show her the red marks on her thighs
and unaccountably, Amy had felt her slit moistening.  What
Georgia was really proud about was that her daughter Safina had
taught Bella swear words to use on Georgia and other black women,
words like "nigger", "darkie" and "blackhead".   Amy was shocked
that Georgia's daughter would use such words especially words
that she didn't want Bella to know about but Georgia replied that
if a little white girl were going to sexually abuse a black woman
like herself, then they had know the right words and how to use
them.  Amy reluctantly nodded her agreement and bit her lip as
she watched Georgia smile and laugh retelling different parts of
her date with Bella: for reasons she couldn't understand, she
felt envious and.  Amy also couldn't understand why Georgia was
so excited to tell her that Safina and Bella had dressed up in
white robes with pointy hats and
whipped her as she swung back and forth on the rope. `Why would
anybody dress up in a white robe in the first place?' Amy thought
to herself. "Why cover-up a beautiful pre-teen body like
Bella's?"

So here she was standing outside the store having second thoughts
while Bella was in the toy section
picking dolls off the shelf.  The dolls were anatomically correct
adult women dolls about twelve inches in height and the bust,
waist and hips were of the correct proportions. There were blonde
headed dolls, red headed dolls, brunette dolls, even dolls with
mixed color hair styles.  Each
doll had clothes that fit perfectly plus each doll had its own
line of clothes so that a young girl could outfit her doll in its
own line of clothes and accessories. There was even a more
expensive line that had a small opening between the thighs so
that when the doll was hung, yellow liquid was emitted to give
that touch of authenticity. Indeed, much to the excitement of
collectors, the manufacturer had announced that they were
designing a new range which had two holes. To go along with the
clothes a young girl could mix and match different nooses and
ropes for her doll  and the girl could purchase a hanging
scaffold or little stools that were all correctly. The Board of
Elders had passed a law that a woman should wear slippers and not
shoes or high heels while hanging: no woman wanted the
humiliation of an accessory that might drop to the floor while
being watched
by little girls, and as a result, wearing slippers while hanging
was all the rage. So the doll makers started selling different
kinds of slippers for their dolls and now there was a wide
selection.

Bella looked up from the toy section and smiled at her mom and
waved at her to come into the store.  Amy was nervous because it
was still early and there were no other customers in the store,
so when Amy didn't move, Bella stood up, put her hands on her
hips and gave her mother an angry look that said, "Don't fight me
on this mom." Amy nodded her head and slowly walked inside.

The display case in the front door of the store displayed various
kinds of rope: silk rope, threaded rope, nylon rope, hemp.  Each
type of rope served a different purpose the display banner
proclaimed.  Alongside them, real life mannequins, wearing the
latest hanging fashions, took it in turns to hang themselves by
stepping off the stools and stepping back onto the stools after a
couple of minutes.  This was a feature unique to this store, and
as the morning wore on, a large crowd of onlookers would gather
to watch and cheer encouragement. Even as Amy watched, one of the
mannequins released a stream of piss onto the sponge-lined floor,
her body shuddering in orgasm, before stepping back serenely onto
her stool. Each window display woman hung quietly as per the
hanging regulations that Amy had heard about, and they seemed to
swing in a silent perverted ballet. She grimaced as she watched
the women hanging themselves and wondered to herself again if she
could get into the hanging thing. It seemed so far away from the
normal life that she had been used to before she became a whore,
so extreme. The spreading slippery wetness between her thighs
seemed to give her an answer.

Amy walked down the aisle passing a display case that had
slippers of various designs and colours.  She knew about law that
had been passed forbidding shoes to be worn for official hanging
events
but was unsure if ordinary street shoes could be worn for hanging
events that were just for fun like in the home.  She would have
to inquire.

"Hello," came a voice behind her.

Amy turned around.  A smiling woman with a name tag that read
"Joyce" greeted her.  Next to the name were the letters "H.E.3"
and "JOI".  Joyce was wearing her hair in a bun at the top of her
head
like Amy and around her neck hung a noose with the end casually
draped over her left shoulder.  Her earrings were also in the
shape of nooses.  She wore a halter top that was cut just below
her breasts so that it exposed her stomach and lower back.  The
writing on her top which was written across her breasts
proclaimed, "I love to hang out with little girls."  Amy gulped
as she tried not to notice the woman's short, short demin skirt,
the kind that the Sir Denim fashion line was marketing on young
females everywhere. On the woman's feet were a pair of approved
hanging slippers. The woman was simply gorgeous.

"Hi, can help you with something?" Joyce inquired brightly as she
folded her hands in
front of her.

"Um, no, I'm just looking," lied Amy as she tried not to lick her
lips.

"Oh, I thought that with your hair in a bun that you were into
hanging like me," smiled Joyce.  "Most women are who come into
the store you know."

`Shit!' thought Amy.  She did not feel like talking to anybody in
the store: she felt uncertain, pressurized.  She smiled, "Um,
well yes, I was thinking of getting into hanging and my daughter
made me wear this bun." Amy gently touched the bun on top of her
head.

"Oh? Is your daughter here?" Joyce asked as she looked around the
store.

Amy nodded her head.  "She's over there," she said, pointing to
the toy section.

Joyce smiled and clapped her hands.  "Oh, my, she is just so
beautiful looking! I could just eat her! And look, you both are
dressed the same way.  You must have a lot of pride in allowing
your young daughter to dress you like this."

Amy burned with embarrassment. Joyce stepped closer to her
leaning in with a conspiratorial look on her face.

"When you hang yourself for her and her friends, do you do little
flutter kicks? Your feet kicking back and forth without moving
your legs? Oh, I cum so hard as my daughter and her friends laugh
at me when I do little flutter kicks," smiled Joyce.  Then she
leaned over and covered her mouth with her
hand and whispered, "I really like it when they reach under my
skirt and poke my anus with their little fingers.  Their little
digits worming their way into my brownie and me helpless to do
anything because my wrists are cuffed behind my back and my
ankles are cuffed together."

Joyce stood up straight smiling and Amy stepped back and gulped
again.  She wanted to run away but couldn't with Bella watching
her.

"Well," smiled Amy as best she could.  "I haven't really hanged
myself yet.  I guess you could say I'm a beginner." Her face
burned red.

Joyce smiled at her and nodded her head.  "Well, then you have
come to the right
place Mrs, err...?"

"Lucas, Mrs Lucas," Amy replied.

"Don't look so embarrassed, Mrs Lucas.  Hanging yourself is
nothing to be ashamed of," Joyce said as she took Amy's arm and
led her down the aisle, "especially when done in front of little
girls.  I'm Joyce Metzger, Hanging Expert level 3, and a JOI
which stands for Jerk-Off Instructor." She spoke with pride and
puffed out her chest slightly.

"Please to meet you," Amy said, unable to resist looking at the
woman's breasts.

"I teach girls as young as seventeen and women into their fifties
how to hang themselves and I teach little boys how to jerk off!"
Joyce said proudly. "It's so satisfying to watch them rub those
little cocks while I am dangling at the end of a rope."

Amy just smiled. `Girls as young as seventeen?' she thought.  In
Cherish Valley when a girl turns seventeen she was considered
fresh meat to girls sixteen and under.  That's not to say that
they weren't still dominant in their social lives but a seventeen
year-old girl would always try and avoid a situation where a
younger girl could get her.

Joyce stopped and looked around the store. "Let's see, let's get
you some proper clothes first. A woman must always take pride in
her appearance as she stands on the stool with the noose around
her neck.  Our little girls just love it when a mature woman
takes pride in her appearance."

"I, um..." Amy shrugged her shoulders.  This was not going as
expected as she had hoped to do some shopping by herself.  "Okay,
if you say so." she said.

"Oh, but I do Mrs Lucas," Joyce smiled as she pulled Amy along
behind her.  They stopped in front of racks of t-shirts and
skirts.  "Here we go!"

"Um, isn't the woman supposed to be nude when she hangs?" Amy
said as she looked at the t-shirts.

"Yes, that's true, but nude hanging parties are for older teen
girls, you know, those girls in the fourteen to sixteen year-old
age group.  Now those girls like full access to the woman.  But
for younger girls like your daughter, what's her name...?"

"Bella," Amy replied as she pulled a t-shirt off the rack.  It
looked like it would be tight and too short on her frame.

"For young girls like Bella, research has shown that they like
their women with clothes on as it sparks their little
imaginations. You know, what a woman might look like without her
clothes on, like shaved pubic hair and such." Joyce stopped
talking and looked at Amy, then asked, "You do shave your pubic
hair, right? I mean all good adult women should shave their pubic
hair."

Amy nodded her head as she looked over at Bella who was playing
with a doll.  She had a rope around the doll's neck and as she
pulled on the rope the doll would "grasp" out in ecstasy.  Each
time, Bella would laugh at the sound the doll made.

Joyce stopped talking for a moment then leaned over and asked in
a low voice, "You're a whore aren't you?"

"Um, yes I am," Amy whispered, feeling the blood rushing to her
face.

"Good!" gushed Joyce. "A mature woman who doesn't shave herself
as smooth as a
baby girl's vagina has no business hanging herself. Here," Joyce
said as she handed Amy some t-shirts and halter tops of different
colors.  "These should do quite nicely."

"Shouldn't I try them on first?" Amy asked as she took the shirts
from the saleswoman.

"Oh, no, why would you want to do that? One size fits all." Joyce
replied and then giggled. "Between you and me, the tighter the
better! The little ones love to see a mature pair of tits
squeezed into a tight t-shirt, especially when you are hanging
from the noose and your nipples are swollen hard."

As she turned to look at a different rack, Amy looked at the
t-shirts.  Several had pictures of women hanging, others had a
close-up pictures of mature-looking anuses and glistening shaven
cunts, which made Amy frown.  The one t-shirt that intrigued her
was of a little girl dressed in a white frilly dress with pink
ribbons in her hair and black shiny shoes. Poking out from under
the dress was a long black strap-on which she was gripping with
her little fingers. The girl had her other hand on her hips and
was smiling.  The words underneath the picture said, "Where's the
Cunt?"

"Now these skirts come in different sizes.  We have short skirts
and knee length business skirts. Research has shown and I have
found it is true is that young girls, even little girls five and
six years-old, love women who dress in a power role like for
work.  It gives the girls a thrill to be able to knock a woman
down one or two pegs on the social chain as they fuck her silly
after several hours of fun hanging.  It also gives that woman a
special satisfaction knowing that they have willingly humiliated
themselves for these little girls.  I mean, I just love it when
I'm hanging there in my power business
suit as the little girls take their bamboo canes and beat me and
call me dirty names like "bitch" and "cunt"". She giggled again.
"Sometimes I can't help but pee and the thought of the wet stain
running down my business skirt makes me so horny! Hmmmm! But I
digress," Joyce said as she smiled at Amy, who seemed to be
mesmerized by her.  "We're here to outfit you for your hanging
scenes with your daughter."

"So, um, is this your full time job?" Amy asked as she looked
over the rack.

"Why no it isn't.  I am the director of public safety," Joyce
replied proudly puffing out her chest again. Everybody knew that
the public safety office ran public service announcements on safe
sex, safe role-playing, had programs on how to be safely ganged
raped without getting hurt.  The office hired lots young men and
young women for their public safety announcements. Their
commercials were highly regarded by the public, especially the
more explicit ones.

"So, um, how do I know what to wear for a hanging?" Amy asked
shyly.

"Well, are you a whore in good standing of Little Angels?"

Amy nodded her head.

"Nothing to be ashamed off, honey, remember, I'm a whore too.  So
are you a whore in good standing of Little Angels?"


"Yes, I'm a whore of good standing in Little Angels, although I
haven't been doing it long," Amy replied, standing up straight.
She had read on the website that a woman should take pride in
announcing she was a whore.

"Good, remember that Little Angels demand obedience from its
whores," giggled the saleswoman. "When you get asked for a date
and it's a hanging date the girl should inform you of what to
wear, how she wants you to look.  Most of the girls I've been
with ask for the power look.  They find it thrilling that a woman
in a powerful position, even though it is play-acting,   would
humiliate themselves at their feet."

Amy nodded her head and took an interest in the skirt rack. 
`Maybe playing the role of a powerful woman wouldn't be so bad. 
That's how I dress for work, in a business suit and such. It
wouldn't be so much of a stretch for me,' Amy thought to herself.
 She pulled off several dark knee length skirts on one rack but
hesitated when she looked at the rack next to it.  That rack had
short skirts
and mini dresses.  Most were denim cut skirts.

"I just love the feel of denim on my skin as I dance at the end
of the rope for my date," gushed Joyce
as she took one of the denim skirts off the rack.  The skirt had
poodle prints on it.  "A skirt like this
doesn't leave much to the imagination of the girl does it?"

Amy looked at and nodded her head. "I guess not," she added.

"Well, take a couple of these then," Joyce offered as she pulled
different color skirts off the rack. As a whore you mustn't be
afraid to dress and act like a little girl."

Joyce walked over and got a shopping cart and put the t-shirts
and skirts into it.  Then she pushed
it over to the diaper rack.

"What are we doing here?" Amy inquired, a note of anxiety in her
voice.

"It goes without saying honey that a woman will either pee or
crap or both on herself as she hangs.  Some girls prefer women to
wear a diaper because of the mess and it stinks, others like to
see a little pee and crap on the floor underneath their whore."

"Oh!" was all Amy could say.

"It is up to you to ask your date if they prefer you wear a
diaper or not, preferably asking the
girl before the date instead of when you get to their house."

"How about you?"

"How about me what?" Joyce replied as she looked over the various
diapers.

"How do you prefer it? Pee or crap I mean."

"I'm a whore, honey, it's not what I want, but it's what my
paying customer, the little girl wants.  If you're asking me if I
prefer to piss or crap on myself, I like to piss on myself.  If
my date wants to see me piss as I hang then I will drink lots of
water and not eat anything before I go to her house. That way my
bladder is really full."

"I'm not sure I could pee and crap on myself without the
diapers," Amy thought out loud, hardly believing that she was
having this conversation.

"Here," Joyce said as she put a box of twenty-four adult size
diapers in the shopping cart. "But remember if you are invited to
a nude hanging party you won't be wearing diapers so you'll need
to learn bladder control and isn't that what every woman who
hangs herself wants, the thrill of attending a nude hanging
party?"

Amy nodded her head.  She had read stories on the Cherish Valley
net about nude hanging parties and it made her wet.  It was
another avenue to make money off her body, to move herself up the
monetary standings on Little Angels.

Joyce walked over to a counter next to the diaper racks.  The
counter held pacifiers, baby pacifiers.  "Here you will need
several of these," she said pointing at them. There were all
different kinds of baby pacifiers and different colors and
shapes.  Some of the pacifiers were miniature strap-ons or cocks.


Amy blushed.  "What are these for?"

"Some girls like their dates, their whores, to be seen and not
heard.  A pacifier shuts up a crying baby and also soothes a
baby.  Sometimes when you hang, the girl will insert a pacifier
in your mouth to
keep you quiet as you struggle for breath.  Other times, between
hangings, the girl will show you off to her friends so she will
put a pacifier in your mouth to keep you from talking, not that
you would anyway without her permission. Adult women are a lot
like babies, they should   be seen and not heard, their opinions
don't matter because you're there to bring pleasure to the group.
 You know, now that I think about it, women can learn a lot from
babies." Joyce smiled.

Amy couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"So pick out three pacifiers for your use," Joyce said as she
took a pacifier off the counter, a pacifier with a cock attached
to it, and stuck it in her mouth like a lollipop.

Amy hesitantly picked a pink one, a black one with a ribbed cock
attached and a red one that was in the shape of a little girl's
cunt.  Joyce smiled at Amy as she took the pacifier out of her
mouth and put it back on the rack.

"Very good choices, Mrs Lucas, the girls will love the pacifiers
you picked out! Now, for the most important part in hanging, the
rope," giggled Joyce.

Just then from across the store two young girls yelled out, "Hi,
Mrs. Metzger!" Amy and Joyce looked over in the direction of the
greeting.  Two girls, a red head and a brunette, who looked to be
about ten or eleven years-old, came running up to Joyce.

"Hi, girls!" smiled Joyce as she leaned down and kissed the red
head on the lips.  The kiss lingered for a couple seconds longer
than it should have and then Joyce kissed the brunette just as
long.  Joyce was still bent over at the waist as the red head
walked around her and lifted the sales woman skirt.
The girl leaned in a little bit and inhaled.

"You smell good Mrs. Metzger. How about ten dollars for ten
minutes with your anus?"

Joyce laughed as she straightened up.  "Not now girls, I'm with a
future customer." Amy began to turned red in the face as both
girls looked her up and down.

"You're cute!" the red head said, and Amy's blush grew.

The brunette leaned over to her friend and said, "I bet her lips
would look good clamped on my hairless cunt!" Both girls giggled,
and Amy blushed even deeper.


"I think her anus would look good around my strap-on," the red
head said as she reached up and stroked Amy's cheek, smiling
seductively. "How about it Miss? Ten dollars for fifteen minutes
with your anus?" She moved her hand down to Amy's ass, lifting
her skirt and pushing a small finger between her buttocks and
pressing it against her hole with unerring accuracy. "Bet it
would feel real good in there!"

Flustered by the sudden and delicious assault, Amy was about to
protest that she was just here to purchase hanging things for her
daughter but Joyce cut her off. "Girls, girls, where's your
manners? You haven't been properly introduced yet." Joyce said as
she waved at Amy. "Mrs Lucas, this Wanda." The red head girl
smiled and provocatively sucked her finger into her mouth.  "And
this is Winnie." The brunette smiled at Amy also and then giggled
loudly.  "Mrs Lucas is new to the hanging scene and that's her
daughter Bella over there." Both girls looked over to the toy
section of the store and noticed that Bella had one of the dolls
on a
toy gallows.

Amy looked at the girls.  They looked nice enough, even
non-threatening and she smiled at them. Both girls returned her
smile and let their eyes wander up and down her body. "Pleased to
meet you, Mrs  Lucas," they said, their voices loaded with
suggestion, as they had finished their inspection. Again she felt
an urge to protest but stopped herself: she was a whore now; this
was something she had to get used to. `And anyway,' she thought
to herself, confused, `why is my cunt so wet.'

Eventually Wanda looked back to Joyce.  "So how about after work
then, Mrs. Metzger? My strap-on hasn't had a mature asshole on it
for three days now!" the girl pouted. Winnie giggled and Amy
shuffled her feet.

"I'm sorry Wanda, but as the director of public safety the boy's
pathfinders are meeting after work. They're working on their gang
rape badge and my office is assisting with their badge
requirements."

"You mean you prefer little boy cocks to my ten inch strap-on?"
Wanda asked as she put her hands on her hips.

"It's not that I prefer little boys' cocks because I would really
love to be hammered by your strap-on but I'm sorry dear maybe
tomorrow after work."

"Tomorrow we're going to the whore house.  They got a crop of new
mothers in."

"Well some other time then."

"Yeah, I guess so," Wanda pouted.

"Say, are you going to be at my mother's hanging party on
Saturday?" Winnie asked.

"No, I hadn't heard about it."

"She's getting her H.E.1 badge," Winnie replied.

Amy cleared her throat.  "What's the H.E.1 badge?"

"Hanging Expert level 1.  Mrs Metzger is a level 3 hanging
expert," Wanda said pointing
at Joyce's name tag.

"The party's going to be a clothed party with peeing only
allowed," Winnie said.  "I'm help planning it with my mother
which is why we're here today."

"Oh? Sounds interesting," Joyce smiled.

"We're going to hang my mom just inside the front door and Wanda
is going to hand out whips so that each girl will be encouraged
to whip my mom as she hangs."

"Sounds exciting!" gushed Joyce.

"Then we're gonna hang her upside down by one ankle with her head
barely touching the floor and her hands cuffed behind her back in
the living room.  We are going to continue with the theme of
whips as each girl will be encouraged to whip her."

"Wow!" said Amy. She had a sudden image of the woman hanging
completely open, defenceless, as the little girls played with
her, their whips leaving angry red lines across her torso, her
legs, her ass, her swollen cunt. She felt her clit throb and
shuddered involuntarily.

"How many whores will you have for the general hanging in house?"
Joyce asked as she openly rubbed her nipples which were sticking
straight out now.

"We got ten whores which include some mothers and some escorts."


"Sounds like really good fun!" Joyce smiled.

"So can you come?" asked Winnie hopefully.

"Damn, I can't. I would really love too though."

"What's more important than coming to my mother's hanging party?"
pouted Winnie, grabbing one of the woman's nipples and twisting
back and forth.

"I'm teaching a class of five and six year-olds at the recreation
center on the art of safe punishment," Joyce gasped. "The girls
are bringing their mothers to practice on."

"Bummer," replied Wanda.

"Bummer is right," agreed Winnie, letting go of the swollen
nipple.  "Oh, well, maybe next time!"

"Just give me a little more heads up next time and I might be
able to make it," Joyce replied as she
kissed each girl on the head and the two women watched them walk
out of the store.

"Wow," Amy said again as she and Joyce walked to the display of
ropes at the front of the
store.

Joyce giggled. "Wanda and Winnie really are good little girls,"
she smiled as they walked up to a display case, "and, God, they
always make me so wet!"

Amy smiled, all too aware of the dampness between her own thighs.
"Where did you meet them?" she asked.

"I met them at their pathfinders meeting last year.  They were
going for their hanging preparation badge and I was the safety
official sent to oversee the training. After the meeting as the
other girls and mothers were leaving Wanda and Winnie cornered me
in the girls' bathroom."

"Oh my!" Amy replied as she looked around making sure nobody else
was within hearing distance of them.  Not that it matter because
Joyce probably would've kept talking anyway.

"Well, they offered fifteen dollars for my anus, each!  I mean,
thirty dollars, there's no way a
woman would turn down that amount of money down, right?"

"Right," Amy agreed, hiding her uncertainty.

"Especially for my anus!" Joyce said with pride. "Well, they took
their little strap-on's out of their backpacks, put me on my
knees with my head in the toilet bowl, a smelly, stinking toilet
bowl, and proceed to fuck my anus with enthusiasm.  I heard the
bathroom door open and somebody walked in but I couldn't tell who
it was as my head was banging against the toilets water tank.  I
think
Wanda told the intruder to leave."

Amy just nodded her head.

"At first it was fun but after about ten minutes it felt like
Winnie was trying to pull my guts out of my asshole.  She was
really fucking me hard.  When Winnie's time was up Wanda took
over and after a couple of minutes I was crying and begging her
stop.  Wanda just laughed, slapped my head and pushed her
strap-on deep into my guts."

"Oh my, then what happened?" Amy asked as she stared at Joyce,
squeezing her thighs together.

"Well, as director of public safety I knew I was   being raped at
that point.  It had turned from a fun
frolicking fucking of my anus to a brutal, deep fucking of my ass
guts.  I was crying, holding onto the filthy toilet bowl, my head
was hurting as I was continually pushed into the water tank.
Wanda was laughing and slapping my ass cheeks and Winnie squeezed
into the stall and straddled my back,
grabbing my hair and kicking my sides like she was riding a
horse.  It was horrible!" Joyce had that far off stare as she
retold the story and Amy rubbed her arm gently in support.

Joyce took a deep breath. "Well, it was soon over and as I lay
there in the toilet stall rubbing my sore backside the girls
laughed and threw their money at me. "We'll see you again Mrs
Metzger," they
yelled as they walked out the bathroom door.  That was year ago.
I've since learned to disconnect my mind from my body each time
they rape my anus."

"Why do you put up with them?"

"The money is good and from what I understand from other girls,
they write good things about me on the website.  A whore like me
can put up with a lot when the praise and compensation is worth
it."

Amy had to agree with her there. She had already learned from her
brief experiences that somehow the humiliation became bearable
with a little girl's praise. Even, dare she say it, enjoyable....

"Now, Mrs Lucas, enough about me. Let's find you one or two good
ropes for your first
hanging."

Amy looked over the display case but was confused by the
different types and styles of ropes.

Joyce held up a rope from the display.  "This is what is called
the dynamic rope.  It is designed to stretch with the weight of a
two hundred pound woman at the end of it," Joyce said as she held
the
rope.  She smiled. "You are by no means two hundred pounds, Mrs
Lucas, but that is what the rope is weighted for. The elastic
manner of this type of rope," Joyce continued as she pulled on
both ends of the rope, "is designed to absorb the energy required
to arrest a woman in a free fall hanging mode without generating
forces high enough to injure her neck or spine."

"What do you mean by free fall?"

"When a woman steps off a stool, or the trap door of the gallows
is pulled open, the woman will effectively free fall even if it
is for a couple of seconds.  This rope is designed to stop her
free fall with a clean motion, no jerking, which protects her
neck and spine.  The Board of Elders would get really upset if
the hospitals were seeing an increase in neck and spine injuries
of adult women who were hanging themselves."

"Oh," said Amy, and swallowed hard, trying to imagine the
sensation of the rope pulling around her neck.

"The idea of stepping off the stool is that, if the rope is
properly measured for the woman's height, when the rope stops her
downward motion, the woman's toes barely touch the floor as her
body comes to a rest.  But for a gallows dance, the rope should
stop the woman's downward motion so
that her head is just below the level of the gallows.  This gives
the best possible viewing pleasure to
the onlookers as the woman dangles at the end of the rope."

"So many things to consider," Amy said, looking worried; somehow
she felt as if she ought to take notes.

"Hand cuffs and ankle cuffs are generally used with this type of
hanging." She laughed. "After all, the last thing the audience
wants is to see some woman flailing around like a drowning cat!
That reminds me, we have to pick out some cuffs for you," Joyce
said as she put the rope away and picked up the next one. "The
next rope we have for sale is the aerial rope."

Amy touched the rope that Joyce was holding, imagining it
tightening around her neck. She shivered: should she really do
this; was Bella's happiness worth all of this? Her clit throbbed
harder.

"This type of rope is used by women who are into dancing
artistically at the end of a rope."

"What do you mean?"

"Women and girls who are into hanging competitions like for
school sports or pathfinders events will use this rope to perform
tricks.  The mother or woman will dangle at the end of the rope
and the young girl will use a whip to make her perform dancing
routines.  Things like stretching their arms, stretching out
their legs, things like that.  Think of it like an old time
circus act where the animal trainer would snap his whip and the
animal would perform a trick.  Except in this case the animal is
the mother and animal trainer is her daughter."

"Oh, my, I'm not sure I could do something like that with Bella,"
Amy replied. She rubbed her left hand down her crotch, desperate
to ease the throbbing.

Joyce looked at her hand and leaned in. "I know, it's so
exciting, isn't it?" she whispered. My cunt is saturated!" She
winked and then stood back, resuming her sales pitch. "It takes a
lot of training on the part of the daughter to properly use the
whip.  The poor youngster has to overcome the parental authority
to get her mother to do what she wants. She also has to learn
control with the whip, especially in those sensitive areas. There
is no sense in her whipping so hard that the woman's cunt or anus
become so bruised and swollen that they are put out of
commission. " She giggled. "That would be cutting off her nose to
spite her face!"

Amy swallowed, the thought of Bella aiming a whip to strike her
sensitive holes swimming in her head. She rubbed again, trying to
push her soaked thong against her cunt, trying to somehow relieve
the delicious pressure, and then pulled herself together. "I
would have thought it would be harder for the mother to give up
her parental rights to her daughter," she said, picking out an
earlier point.

"Oh the mother always gets her parental authority returned at the
end of practices and such but the daughter has to be encouraged
and taught that she has the power of life and death over her
mother when engaged in practices or competitions.  That is a lot
of responsibility for a young girl."

"What about my Bella then?" Amy asked with just a little bit of
alarm in her voice.

"She'll be fine as long as she follows the rules and guidelines.
But also more importantly, that with your encouragement that it
is okay for her to treat you like a play thing, a whore for her
to use and she will understand your love for her that she will
not allow anything bad to happen to you," Joyce smiled.

Amy wasn't convinced but she would have make sure that Bella
understood the risks involved in hanging her. She knew that Bella
loved her, but she was very young. Who knows what might happen in
the heat of the moment.

Joyce put away the aerial rope and picked up the next one.  "This
is what is known as twisted rope.  It is historically the most
prevalent form of rope used for hanging women." Joyce pulled her
noose
down from around her neck.  "See here?" she asked pointing at her
neck.

Amy leaned in and looked.  She could see the imprint of rope
neatly imprinted on the woman's neck.

"Twisted rope is my preferred hanging rope.  I am working on
imprinting my neck with its
outline.  I like to hang myself in the fitting rooms," giggled
Joyce as she rearranged her noose on her neck.  "I really like it
when a young girl and mother come into the booth to try clothes
on and there I am hanging. Sometimes they ignore me which really
makes me wet. Sometimes the mother will let her daughter play
with me as she tries on clothes.  One time a girl of about ten or
eleven and her mother came into the fitting room where I was
hanging and the youngster came over to me.  She stood to the side
of me and put her arms around my waist, then she spread her legs
a little bit and proceeded to hump my right leg.  Boy that was
hot! I was dripping!" Joyce giggled again.

"Didn't that hurt?"

"Oh yes, in the most wonderful way. Each time the youngster
humped down my leg the rope pulled hard on my neck cutting into
it a little.  But it wasn't a big deal as I am breath certified
up to five minutes.  The girl humped my leg for about two minutes
and then she came. I could tell as she slimed my thigh.  The
girl's mother meanwhile just ignored her and me."

"Oh, my!"

Joyce held up the rope.  "One property of twisted rope is the
partial untwisting when used.  That can cause spinning when a
woman is suspended.  Young girls for some reason find that funny
as the woman spins around." Joyce put the rope down and picked up
the next one. "Now these might be the ropes for you," Joyce
advised.  "This is braided rope which is generally made from
nylon or polyester withhigh performance fibers.  Nylon is chosen
for its strength and elastic stretch properties."

"What's that mean?" Amy asked as she   picked up a nylon rope.

"It means, Mrs Lucas, that when you are dangling at the end of
this rope the rope itself will stretch from the hook to the noose
which is not as hard on your neck as you might think.  It is a
very
strong rope that when properly used can support the weight of a
two hundred pound woman. However, nylon absorbs pee which can
change the property of the rope."

"What do you mean?"

"It makes the nylon about fifteen percent weaker when soaked in
pee."

Amy smiled and looked at Joyce. "I'm sorry to be such an idiot
about ropes but why would
the nylon be soaked in pee?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about asking too
manyquestions Mrs Lucas," smiled Joyce.  "Young girls will
sometimes like to pile-up nylon ropes on the floor before hanging
parties and pee on them, letting their pee soaked into the fiber.
Then when the hanging starts the girls will take bets to see
which rope will break first and drop the mother or the whore that
it was supporting to the ground. It is a lovely game! And it is a
way for young girls to earn some money."

Amy didn't look so sure as she watched Joyce pick up another
bundle.

"Now this is polyester which is a lot stronger than nylon but
stretches less under a woman's
weight and is not affected by pee." Amy looked at the polyester
rope and nodded her head. "I usually recommend the nylon rope to
beginners like you.  Nylon is a nice rope that stretches
and is easy on your neck whereas polyester doesn't stretch and is
a little harder on your neck."

"Nylon it is then," Amy said as she picked up a roll of nylon
rope.

"Good, as you get more comfortable with hangings we can look at
getting you some hemp rope that will make a nice indentation in
your neck or some plaited rope, but enough of that for now. Here,
take two nylon ropes, one to practice on and one to take on your
dates."

As Amy took the ropes and put them into her shopping cart, the
saleswoman looked across to a nearby display. "Let's see, oh yes,
cuffs, this way Mrs Lucas," smiled Joyce as she walked across the
store.

"Oh, Mrs Metzger!" some lady from across the store yelled out.
Amy and Joyce looked across the store at a woman waving at them.
Behind her was a group of boys struggling to move into place in
front of a large platform.

"That's the store manager," Joyce said.

"Mrs Metzger can you come over here please?" the store manager
yelled.

"The hand and ankle cuff section is over there. Have a look at
what we have and I'll be right back," Joyce smiled as she hurried
off.

As Amy walked down the aisle towards the hand cuffs a woman came
by talking on her handset.  She looked to be in her forties and
had beautiful blonde hair. She's cute thought Amy.  She couldn't
help but overhear the conversation this woman was having with the
person on the other end.

"I'm glad you like the scenario's of the cheating wife with her
little lover. I just wondered. We both like the circumstances of
how the girl and woman come together and we're more or less fine
with the age difference thing. How about this? What if the mother
was desperate enough for the girl's oral favors giving the girl
the upper hand?" The woman paused, listening to the unheard
reply. "By oral favors I mean, kissing and licking the cunt and
asshole of the older woman." The woman paused again just ahead of
Amy.  "Yes, that's right, the woman is the plaintive openly
begging the youngster for it at times with the girl calling the
shots by being a brat and demanding expensive presents and gifts
in return. Would that be a basis for mutual ground for us both?
Would you be able to work with me on something along those lines
in the way of a fantasy scenario involving a forty year old
cheating wife and perhaps a six year old girl? I'm sure we could
have fun."

Amy was somewhat shocked by the woman openly talking about sex
with young girls on a handset, but she couldn't resist listening,
and she stood still, pretending to look at the hand cuffs.

"That's great!" the woman continued. "Look, I've got to rush now.
There's a little girl waiting for me with a very large strap-on.
I'll ring you tonight and we can talk further." She paused. "No,
my anus." Once more she listened into the phone and then laughed.
"Yes, we can do that as well. My cunt will be desperate by then.
I'll just have to make sure my husband isn't in the room." She
stopped again. "OK, talk later. Bye!"

Amy felt a sense of disappointment when the woman replaced her
phone in her shoulder bag and walked away, and turned her
attention properly to the display in front of her. She looked
over the array of hand cuffs and ankle cuffs.  There were plastic
ones, metal ones, brass ones even leather cuffs.  She picked up a
few of them and looked them over and put them back down.  She
looked over to the toy section and saw that Bella was hanging the
doll on a scaffold and talking to two other girls who looked
older than her.  Bella looked up and pointed at Amy and looked at
the two other girls who nodded their heads.  The three girls had
their dolls on the scaffold and they each at the same time pulled
the lever watching the dolls dangle on the end of the rope, all
of them laughing at the sounds the dolls made.

Amy looked over towards the platform and realised that it was set
up for a hanging. The store manager was dressed in business
clothes with a tight pencil skirt and a top that emphasised the
swell of her ample tits. She watched Mrs Metzger adjust the noose
around the store manager's neck. She said something and the
manager laughed, excitement clearly written across her face. The
high school boys had stepped off to the side of the scaffold and
were looking up at the two women, settling now to watch the
entertainment to come. One or two of them already had their
little hands in their shorts and were rubbing slowly.  Joyce had
adjusted the hemp behind the store manager's left ear and gave it
a few good tugs.  Then she adjusted a cloth bag over the woman's
head and stepped back.  She looked at the boys and said
something, and they nodded in agreement. Mrs Metzger stepped to
the back of the scaffold and pushed a lever and the store manager
went down under the trap door, gently swinging back and forth.
There was a loud cheer, and Joyce stepped forward towards the
open trap door and squatted down, looking down to check
everything was alright. Amy noticed with a smile that she
squatted in such a way that the boys could see clearly up her
short skirt, and more of the boys were masturbating now; one
particularly young one had dropped his trousers and was rubbing
his little cock, oblivious to the people around him.  Having
satisfied herself that the manager was ok, Mrs Metzger stood up
and walked down the steps of the scaffold to where her boss was
hanging. She wrapped her arms around her and pulled down,
tightening the rope around her neck.  She nodded her head and
stepped back.

As a result of all she had learned, Amy found herself impressed
that the store manager was not using handcuffs: the woman's hands
were at her sides and her legs where together.  `That must have
taken some will power,' she thought, `to hold her arms at her
sides.'

Suddenly there was a great cheer which mystified Amy at first,
until she looked more closely: a damp stain darkened the grey
material of the woman's pencil skirt and was spreading slowly
downwards as she released her piss. Amy felt a sudden urge to
abandon herself, to thrust her fingers into her sodden cunt, to
release the desperate arousal that filled her, and she realised
that her hand was between her legs, pushing the fabric of her
thong deep inside her. It was only with the greatest willpower
that she stopped herself. Embarrassed, she looked round for her
daughter and saw that she too, along with the two girls, was
watching the hanging; she noticed also that all three were
unconsciously touching themselves as they watched.

After several minutes Joyce released the safety on the scaffold
and store manager fell to the ground. The audience of boys
applauded and some began to disperse, readjusting their clothing.
 Both woman talked for a minute and nodded their heads in
agreement, and Joyce kissed the woman lingeringly on the mouth.

When at last Joyce returned to Amy in the handcuff section she
said, "That's the new scaffold, R3a, which has a built-in release
mechanism and swivel wheels on the legs so a girl can manoeuvre
it around the room.  Pretty neat huh?"

"Yes, very neat," Amy replied as she watched the store manager
walk back up the steps and put the noose around her neck again.

"Okay," Joyce said returning her attention the handcuff display.
"I think we should pick out two or
three handcuffs, plastic ones for now, with bling on them. 
Little girls just love things that are shiny and a little gaudy.
These plastic cuffs you can `t break or tear apart and they come
with a unique key set to open them," she continued as she put two
boxes of handcuffs in Amy's shopping cart.

"What do you mean a unique key set to open them?" Amy asked with
a little bit of concern.

"Only the girl who puts the handcuffs or ankle cuffs on you can
take them off.  The technology uses
fingerprint recognition so that the last girl to touch or handle
the cuffs can remove them," smiled Joyce with the pride of a
sales woman.

"Oh, I see," Amy replied.  She didn't quite like the idea of
Bella controlling the cuffs.

Joyce looked at the shopping cart. "There you go, everything a
well hung woman needs to hang
herself," and pushed the cart towards the check-out stand. Amy
waved at Bella who had returned
talking to the older girls in the toy area. As they approached
the check-out Joyce pointed out flyers posted around the
check-outs stands that advertised naked hanging parties and other
get-together's
for like minded women.  The Young Girl club was advertising half
price hangings on Tuesday and Thursdays.

"Enjoy yourself Mrs Lucas," the saleswoman said. "You have a very
pretty daughter who will take great delight in hanging you."

"Thanks, Mrs Metzger. Thank you for all your help." She giggled
self-consciously. "Wish me luck!"

The woman smiled. "If Bella ever needs any help or assistance,
here's my card," she said as she took a business card from the
register. "I would just love to watch you piss yourself at the
end of a rope."

"Thanks again, Mrs Metzger," Amy replied, blushing as she took
the card.

Bella came running up with a big smile on her face.  "You got
everything mom?"

"I think so dear." she replied as she looked at the board with
the advertisements on it.  She noticed one piece of paper that
looked like a job opening.  It was for a chief financial officer
position at the Little Angels website.  Amy's heart skipped a
beat and her stomach tingled.  As Bella was looking over the
items in the shopping cart she stepped closer to the board.  The
qualifications stated that the person should have a degree in
business with a master's degree in finance.  Amy's heart skipped
a beat again and sweat broke out on her brow.  The job posting
listed all the benefits of working at Little Angels, things like
health insurance and life insurance, but said nothing about the
pay except that it was non-negotiable.  She wondered how much it
might be or if there was any benefit of sex within the company. 
She made a mental note to check the job opportunities on the
website that
evening.

The cashier rang-up the purchases and reached over a dropped in
some hanging hooks.

"What are these?" asked Bella as she held one up.

The cashier smiled warmly at her. "These are hanging hooks.  You
screw them into the ceiling where you want your whore to hang. 
The hooks can hold a two hundred pound woman and when your whore
is not hanging these hooks can double as plant holders.  That's
usually how the mothers explain the hooks to their husbands, at
least I do with my husband."

"Oh, you're into hanging also?" Bella asked.

"Of course, sweetie," the cashier replied as she pulled her rope
necklace out of the way and showed the youngster the rope marks
around her neck.

"Cool! I hope my mom gets rope burns like that!" Bella gushed. 
Hearing her, Amy went red with embarrassment.

"Thank you," Amy said to the cashier as she picked up the bags
and headed for the door.

As mother and daughter walked down the mall Bella said.  "I am
very proud of you mom for buying this stuff.  This is going to be
so much fun!"

"Thanks honey, but we have to practice first and you have a lot
to learn about how to properly hang a woman.  We have to think of
safety first."

"I already know how to. Miss Georgia, that darkie, was my first,"
Bella said proudly.

"Don't say words like," admonished Amy, shocked that Bella should
speak that way.

Bella pouted. "Well, that's what her daughter said to call her."

"I know honey, but just don't say those words in public. At home
is okay or even at her house, but not in front of strangers."

"Okay." Bella said with a shrug.

Amy continued, "Hanging one woman doesn't make you an expert.  We
both have to practice if we want to get good at this, especially
after all the things that Mrs Metzger told me."

"I know mom. It will be so neat seeing you swing back and forth!"
Bella looked proudly up at her
mother.  "Just think of how much more money we can make with you
hanging."

"Well let's get home and set this stuff up first before we start
talking about money."

They walked for a few minutes in silence and then Bella said,
skipping along beside her mother, "Remember, I have a date
tonight at home."

"Oh? When did you set this up?"

"This morning but I only just remembered to tell you."

"Who's the lucky woman?" Amy asked, trying to hide a sudden pang
of jealousy.

"Whore, mother, who's the lucky whore!" Bella said, screwing up
her face at her mother.

"Sorry, dear, who's the lucky whore?"

"Some bimbo who works at the high school.  A guidance counselor I
think."

As Amy and Bella walked out of the mall, Bella asked suddenly,
"Am I gonna be a whore when I grow-up?"

Amy looked around the parking lot for her car. "Being a whore is
choice, honey, it's something that you'd have to want to do."

"Like you?"

"What do mean?" Amy asked as they walked down the row of fusion
cars neatly lined up.

"You're a whore. It's something you choose to do, right?"

Amy thought for a moment about exactly why she was a whore. The
easy answer was because she couldn't refuse her daughter and
didn't want to upset her, but something inside her told her it
was more complicated than that. She remembered the thrill she had
felt, watching that woman hang herself in front of an audience of
small boys. "Well, yes, I choose to be a whore so I could
participate with you," she said eventually.

"I'm glad you're a whore. Now we just have to tell daddy when he
gets home next week."

Daddy! Amy had forgotten about her husband. He'd been gone for
several weeks on a business trip and now things had really
changed at home.

"I think we should wait to tell your dad about what we're doing.
At least until he gets settled at being home again."

"Okay." Bella sounded disappointed.

As Amy put the bags into the back seat of the car, Bella opened
one as she got in the front passenger side. As Amy slid in behind
the wheel and started the car up, Bella pulled out the handcuffs
and smiled. "I think I'm gonna cuff your hands behind your back,"
she giggled, twirling the cuffs.

"Put those away, honey." Amy said firmly.

"Why? Don't want anybody to see them?" giggled the ten year old.

As Amy drove out of the parking lot Bella leaned over and snapped
one of the cuffs on her right wrist and quickly sat back in her
seat with a smile on her face.

"Bella, please, I'm driving!"

"It's not like both your wrists are cuffed, mother."

Amy shrugged her shoulders and let it go.  The cuff dangled
suggestively from her wrist as she drove
home.

"Julie will be coming over when we get home."

"Who's Julie?" Amy asked as she looked at her daughter.

"Julie is the girl being sent by Mrs Gardener for your training.
She's ten years old and just got her Level 1 for hanging
expertise.


"Oh," was all Amy could reply.  She was going to be trained by a
beginner, well, almost a beginner, and only ten years old. How
strange life had suddenly become!

"Then tomorrow Julie and Mrs Gardener will come over and help you
start on the actual hanging."

Amy pulled into the driveway and Bella bounded out the car door
and into the house.  Amy grabbed the shopping bag with her stuff
in it.  She was clearly nervous plus she didn't know what this
Julie girl would be like or what would be required of her. She
was laying out the hanging stuff on the dining room table like
Bella instructed when  the door bell rang.

"That's for you, mom. I'm going upstairs to change!" Bella yelled
out as she went up the stairs.

Amy walked over to the front door, took a deep breath, and then
opened it.

A girl with curly blonde hair smiled up at her.  She was wearing
a short mini skirt with white knee-high socks and black shoes,
and she had on a white skin tight t-shirt that had a picture of a
woman hanging from a rope.

"You must be Mrs Lucas the whore!" the girl asked sweetly.

Amy had never quite become accustomed to be being addressed like
that. "Um, yes," she smiled down at the girl.

"Yes, what?" the girl demanded, her eyes narrowing and her smile
fading.

"Yes, I'm Mrs Lucas the whore," Amy replied proudly.

"Well aren't you going to invite me in Mrs Lucas?"

Amy stepped aside and let the girl pass and closed the door
behind her.

The girl stood in the foyer and looked around.  "I'm Julie
Townsend, the hanging expert and I'm gonna be your trainer for
the first half of your hanging training." She looked around.
"Where's Bella, your daughter?"

"Oh, she will be right down.  She is just changing her clothes."
Amy fidgeted with her fingers, clearly nervous.

"Relax, Mrs Lucas, I don't bite and I'm not here to hurt you."
She ran her eyes slowly, deliberately down Amy's body. "Have a
little fun maybe, but I won't hurt you," Julie smiled.

Amy nodded her head.  Such a head-strong ten year-old!  "Please
take a seat in the living
room."

"Thank you," the girl replied as she walked into through and sat
down on the recliner.

"Can I interest you in some milk and cookies?"

"Oh, yes, that would be nice!" Julie replied as she looked around
the room.

`I wish Bella would hurry up and get down here,' Amy thought to
herself as she left for the
kitchen.

"So what dollar whore are you, Mrs Lucas?" Julie yelled out from
the living room.

"I'm a $11.75 whore," Amy called back as she poured two glasses
of milk, knowing that Bella would want one also.

"Oh, just a beginner then."

Amy thought the girl said it more as a statement than a question
but she   answered anyway. "Yes, I am slowly working my way up."
She arranged the cookies on a platter and picked it up and walked
back into the living room.

"Do you like your cunt being fucked?" Julie asked.

Amy almost dropped the tray as the ten year-old looked at her but
managed to recover, forcing herself to play the role of a whore.
"Yes, I do as a matter of fact."

"Me too. I mean, I like fucking my date's cunt.  I love fucking
cunts and looking into my date's eyes
as we kiss and suck each other tongues," the ten year-old said
casually as she leaned forward and took a couple of cookies. "How
about an ass fucking? Do you like it up the brown road?"

Amy blushed but held her nerve. "Oh, not as much as a cunt
fucking.  I find it more difficult to take an ass fucking."

"Sometimes I like to fuck my dates up the ass but mostly I like
to just fuck their cunts." Her little eyes looked into the
distance. "I like it when they get all wet and squelchy."

Amy nodded her head.  She desperately wanted to change the
subject as it was just so surreal talking about fucking with a
ten year-old girl.  "Urm, so is your mother a member of Little
Angels?"

"No she's not.  I tried to get her to join but she says that she
can't humiliate herself before a pre-teen girl, that she has too
much self-respect," Julie replied and she looked at Amy and
grinned.

Amy burned with embarrassment at the implication behind Julie's
words and her piercing eyes, but she was rescued by Bella who
came bounding down the stairs.

"Hi, Julie, I'm Bella!" Bella said as she almost ran into the
living room.

Julie jumped up from the recliner and hugged her.  "Hi Bella, I'm
so glad we finally get to meet!"

"So am I!" Both girls hugged again and kissed each other's
cheeks.

Something bothered Amy about the two girls, something she
couldn't put her finger on.  It was like they were long lost
friends or something.

Bella and Julie both sat down in the recliner.

"This is how hangings and the hanging party's work," Julie said
as she took a bite of the cookie in her hand. "The hangee, which
is you, Mrs Lucas, and the other mothers and dates, are not
allowed to do anything without the permission of the girl who is
your date. That means no talking while you're at the hanging
party, no sitting, no going off and doing things on your own.
That means that if Bella is your date at the party, then you have
to ask her permission to talk or sit or do something. If you are
at a party with another date and Bella is there with her date
then you must ask permission of the girl you are with to do
anything. Is that clear?"

Amy nodded her head.

"For our training purposes, Bella is your date.  When we are in
training mode you must ask Bella for
permission to do anything. This is to get you use to asking
permission to do things before a hanging party.  Okay?"

Amy nodded her head again and looked at Bella who was smiling.

"If you at a hanging party and a girl tells you to do something
and you don't or you complain or ask
why then you will be punished.  The standard punishment is a slap
on your face by the girl.  Then there will be corner time where
you think about the error of your ways. Okay?"

Amy nodded her head again.  Who made up all these rules? She
wasn't going to like this one bit.

"In our training mode, Bella will administer the punishment if
you question her or me during your training."

Amy raised her hand.

"Yes?" Julie asked as she took another bite of the cookie.

"How come a slap across the face?"

"Hanging is a very dangerous game which means you must be
unquestioning in your following of
orders, Mrs Lucas.  But when a hanging is done properly and the
mother follows her instructions then hanging can be a beautiful
part of sexual relations between the woman and the
young girl."

Satisfied, Amy nodded her head.  This ten year-old knew her
stuff.

"The girls that are at  the hanging party don't care what you
think is important. That means for the couple of hours or so that
you are there you will be totally devoted to them.  On the other
hand, the girls at a hanging party will not let anything bad
happen to you.  Having a mother injure herself is bad for those
of us who love hanging parties."

"Why is that?" Amy asked as she fidgeted with her fingers.

"Too many uninvited questions from the authorities, like the
Board of Elders or
the Chief of Police, Chief Evans."

Again, Amy nodded her head.

"First lesson. Stand up in front of us and strip your clothes
off.  Sing a song in your head and strip to it, make it good for
Bella and me," the ten year-old commanded and Bella giggled.

Amy gasped. She had expected this training session to be weird,
perhaps even frightening, but not this. This was so humiliating,
to strip like a common whore in front of two ten year-olds, and
one of them her daughter? She sat still, frozen, trying to ignore
the signals of excitement from her swelling clit.
Julie glared at her. "I remind you we are in training session
mode, Mrs Lucas. If you don't do what you are asked, you will be
slapped."

Amy swallowed. "Bella didn't ask me," she said, trying to keep
her voice steady. "You said that in training session mode, Bella
was my date. She didn't ask me!" She blushed and looked straight
at Julie, aware that she sounded like a petulant teenager,
looking for excuses.

Julie smiled. "Quite right, Mrs Lucas," she conceded, and turned
to Bella. "You ask her," she said.

`Oh fuck!' Amy thought, realising how easily she'd been
out-manoeuvred, and looked at her daughter.

Bella giggled. "Go on, whore," she said, her eyes seeming to
sparkle with anticipation, "strip for us, and make it hot!"

Amy knew she was trapped. She knew that this was the moment when
her old self would have stood up and told her firmly that young
girls ought not to ask such things and then gone into the kitchen
to start preparing dinner. But... she was no longer her old self:
she was a whore. More than that, she also knew how much she
wanted her ten year-old daughter, wanted to expose herself to
her, to arouse her, to fuck her. The memory of her second whoring
session with Bobbi and her daughter Caroline flashed into her
mind, when for the first time she had tasted Bella's cunt, when
she had felt her little girl rub herself against her lips and cum
into her mouth. That was what she wanted, had always wanted. That
was why she knew, despite herself, that she would obey her
daughter's command.

She blushed as she stood up and thought of a song.  She bit her
lip and swayed her hips back and forth as she ran her hands up
and down her sides.  Then she reached up and slowly moved her
pink halter top with the sewn in bra over her breasts.

Bella let out a whistle.  "Woohoo! Way to go mom! Shake those
titties!" she laughed and Amy felt the warm creaming leaking from
her slit. She put the palms of her hands on either side of her
breasts and squeezed them pushing her breasts outward.  Both
girls laughed and whistled and she smiled as she pulled the top
over her head and let it drop to the floor behind her.

Julie giggled, "Damn Mrs Lucas, your nipples are hard!" She
turned to Bella. "I think your mom is enjoying this! I could suck
on those nipples all day!"

Amy again felt the urge to protest, but looking at her daughter,
seeing the excitement in her eyes, she decided not to.  She was
still swaying her hips back and forth as she slid her left hand
down the front of her short blue skirt and started rubbing
herself through the material.

"Look at the slut!" Julie cried, pointing at her.

"Damn, mom, you're hot!" Bella yelled out as she squirmed in the
recliner next to Julie.

Amy smiled at her daughter and slowly removed her left hand from
her skirt as she pushed the top of the skirt down with her right.
 She turned around and shook her rear-end at the girls who both
laughed. Slowly, sinuously, she parted her legs and bent forward,
running her hands down her legs to her ankles. She knew that as
she bent lower her skirt would rise, inch by inch, until they
could see the tops of her thighs, see the sticky wetness that
clung to her skin, even glimpse her saturated thong. She heard
Julie whisper, "Holy fuck!" and a wave of lust shot through her.
Bella leaned forward in the recliner and tried playfully to slap
her mother's rear-end she moved quickly out of
her daughter's reach and stood up.  She seductively moved her ass
from side to side as she slowly lowered her skirt.

"Yeah, Mrs Lucas, that's it baby, shake it for us!" Julie laughed
as she grabbed another cookie.

Amy turned and faced the girls and lowered her skirt to just
above her pubis, and both girls went wild with excitement.

"Come on, bitch, show us!" demanded Julie.

"Yeah, mom, come on, take it off!" Bella chimed in, squirming
more energetically on the seat.

Amy smiled and licked her lips and lowered her skirt to her
thighs, releasing it and letting it drop naturally to her feet. 
The girls gasped, their eyes staring at her wet thong and Amy
gave into the pulsing lust within her. Slowly, wantonly, she slid
her hand inside the thong and rubbed her fingers through her
slippery folds, moaning softly as they brushed her engorged bud.
They were quiet now, caught up in the moment, and they stared at
the hand moving underneath the wet material. Amy looked at Bella
as she stroked, saw her little tongue flick over her open lips,
saw her press her little hand between her legs. `This is for you,
my darling girl,' she thought, `all for you.' She stroked a
moment longer and then, just as slowly, withdrew her hand and ran
it up over her stomach to her tits, her fingers would leave a
glistening trail across her skin, and four young eyes watched,
mesmerized by the movement. She lowered her hand back down and
hooked her thumbs into the band of her thong. She parted her legs
slightly and then pushed gently downwards, feeling the scratch of
the material, feeling suction as it slipped from her cunt, until
it fell gently under its own weight to the floor.

There was silence. Amy's lust left her suddenly and she blushed.
She was just about to cover her crotch with her hands when Julie
gasped, "Damn! Your mom shaves herself!"

The spell broke and Bella sighed, "She's beautiful isn't she?"Her
cheeks were flushed and her eyes stayed focused on her mother's
cunt.

"Wow, I wonder what that mature pussy would look like wrapped
around my strap-on?" Julie mused.

Amy blushed even more with embarrassment but didn't cover her
crotch with her hands.

"Very good, Mrs Lucas, very good show.  All the hanging party's
will demand strip-teases from the
mother's and escorts," the ten year-old said matter-of-factly.

The girl's praise had a strange affect and Amy stood up straight
and pushed out her chest. "I can always add to my dance," she
said but quickly realized her mistake.

Julie frowned and looked at Bella and nodded her head. Bella
scooted off the recliner and walked up to her mother and before
Amy could say anything she reached up and slapped the right of
her face.  Stunned, Amy was speechless and winced at the sharp
sting of the blow on her skin.

"Whores don't talk unless given permission Mrs Lucas. We didn't
ask your opinion about dancing better," Julie said as she took a
bite of her cookie.

Amy was about to say something when Bella raised her hand again
but she thought better of it.  She would have to talk to Bella
later after her training was done. Satisfied, her daughter
returned to the recliner and grabbed a cookie from the tray.

"Come here bitch," Julie ordered.  "Stand next to me."

Amy walked over to the recliner and stood next to it.

"Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs."

Amy did as she was told wondering anxiously what the youngster
had in mind. Julie reached out with her left hand with the cookie
in it and gently ran it up and down Amy's pussy. "I want a cunt
taste to my cookie," the girl giggled.  Amy almost moved back out
of the way of the cookie as it tickled her pussy but thought
better of it. Following Julie's lead, Bella leaned over stroked
her cookie along the lips of her mother's cunt; her touch was
gentle and Amy shuddered as Bella's fingers brush against her
clit. Bellas looked up at her and smiled, and she watched as her
daughter put the cookie in her mouth and started chewing.

"Your mother tastes pretty good!" Julie said, and Bella giggled,
still looking into Amy's eyes. "I know," she said softly.

"Okay, Mrs Lucas go to the table and get the handcuffs and the
ankle cuffs."

Amy did as she was told, wondering what was coming next and she
returned to the living room as the girls were getting out of the
recliner.

"Bella you put the handcuffs on your mother with her arms behind
her."

"Um, I've never put handcuffs on anyone before," Bella replied as
she took the handcuffs from her mom.

Julie nodded. "Watch me." The ten year-old walked around behind
Amy and grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her.  "To properly
restrain a woman or your date or even your mother,
her arms must always be behind her." Bella nodded as she looked
on. "You take and
hold one wrist as you put the cuff around it.  Snap the cuff shut
like this." Bella leaned over and nodded her head again.

"Grab her other wrist with your free hand and take the cuff in
your other hand and snap it,
shut like this."

"Cool," was all Bella said.

"This is the first step to properly restraining a woman.  Now you
try it," Julie said as she took the key that was in the cuffs and
undid them.

Bella was a little nervous as she took her mother's wrist and
snapped the cuff around it.  Amy noticed that her touch was more
tender than Julie's. She then took the other wrist in her hand
and snapped the cuff around it also.

"Very good," Julie smiled. "We have a partially restrained cunt
before us." Bella giggled and Amy almost said something in reply,
but held her tongue. Something told her that Julie was
deliberately trying push her.

"Now we go upstairs," Julie smiled as she slapped Amy's left ass
cheek.  Amy jumped a
little as she followed the girls out of the living room and up
the stairs.

"Nice bathroom," Julie said as she and Bella walked into it. Amy
was curious as to what the girls had
planned, and once more anxiety stirred within her; anxiety and
arousal. `What is it with me?' she thought to herself.

Julie walked over to the toilet and stood next to it. "Kneel
right there," she said pointing at the floor in front of the
bowl, and Amy quickly did as she was told.

"Breath control is very important for the woman who is hanging.
We don't want any mishaps to take
away from our fun. So you will learn to hold your breath at
increasing intervals for up to four            minutes." Amy
raised her eyebrows at the youngster. "You won't be able to do it
all at once but
over time with Bella's training you will eventually be able to
hold your breath for that long." Julie explained as she lifted
the lid from the bowl.

Amy nodded her head and looked at the toilet full of water.

"Bella, put the ankle cuffs on your mother just like you did with
the wrists cuffs." The little girl giggled and eagerly went about
her task.

"Mrs Lucas turn and face the toilet," the ten year-old ordered as
she knelt down next to her. As Amy scooted around and faced the
bowl, Julie said, "Bella you kneel on her left side and
I will kneel on her right side." Both girls took their positions
and Julie continued, "What you're
going to do, Bella, is hold your mother's head under water for
one minute just to see how she does. You can use one or both
hands to hold her head under the water if you want."

Amy looked at Julie then Bella and gulped.

"Don't worry Mrs Lucas all new cunts like yourself are always
worried at first.  You can hold your breath for one minute can't
you?"

"Um, yes I think so," Amy replied nervously.

"Good!" smiled the ten year-old. "Whenever you're ready Bella."

Amy looked at her daughter as she put her right hand on her
mother's head and pushed it down into the toilet water. As Bella
pushed it under the water, Julie click her watch to check for the
time.

Both girls looked down into the toilet bowl and saw bubbles
coming up from around Amy's head.

"That's a good sign," smiled Julie knowingly.  "The other thing
we like to do is distract
the bitch as she is concentrating on holding her breath."

"What are you going to do?" Bella asked anxiously.

The girl ran her hand up and down Amy's ass crack and shuddered a
couple
times as the girl slowly rubbed her anus muscle.

Julie looked at her watch.  "You ever fucked Dr Swan before?"

"Who's Dr Swan?" Bella asked. Her mother's head came up a little
but she pushed it back down again.

"She's a doctor who is into girls.  Something like a
psychocologist or something like that."

"Oh, sorry, never heard of her."

Julie's finger pushed harder against the sphincter, and a small
explosion of bubbles rose around Amy's head.

"She likes to be fucked in the asshole."

"Really? I'd love to do that."

"Well, she sells her asshole or pimps out her own asshole to
girls." Julie licked her finger and then pressed it again against
Amy's anus. This time she pressed harder and her fingertip slid
inside.

"Oh, wow," Bella replied as she looked over the side of the bowl
to see another explosion of bubbles coming up.  Amy's head seemed
to push upwards, but her daughter pushed it down again.

 "How much does she sell it for?"

"Depends. I fucked it for twenty dollars once, got twenty minutes
with it," Julie replied as she
looked at her watch.  "She has the most beautiful asshole I've
ever seen. Mind you," she said looking down, "your mom's is
pretty cool. Nice and tight." She checked the watch again.

"Time!"

Bella let her hand off her mother's head and Amy came up from the
bowl taking big gulps of air.

"Very good Mrs Lucas.  You get a short break before we do it
again."

Panting, Amy nodded her head.  She wanted to wipe the water from
her eyes and face but couldn't because of the cuffs. She felt the
cold water dribble down her body. `Shit,' she thought, `why am I
doing this!'

"Okay, again," Julie said. Before Amy could protest the break was
too short, Bella pushed her head down into the toilet water
again.

Julie looked at her watch and whispered, "This time it will be
one minute and ten seconds," and Bella giggled.

Julie returned her fingertip to Amy's ass again, massaging round
the inside of her anus. She studied it carefully. "With an
asshole like this I would be fucking it every day, every chance I
could, like before school and after school and before bed time."

Bella gazed at Julie's rotating finger. "Well, I've only fucked
it once," she said with a hint of regret, as she held her
mother's head down with her right hand.  She looked up at Julie.
"Don't you
fuck your mother?"

"No, sadly I don't.  She is not a member of the Little Angels
although she will collect the money from the dates that come to
the door, but she thinks that sex between her and me isn't right.
Something about incest or something like that."

"Oh," was all Bella could say.

"Is your dad home most of the time?" Julie asked as she poked her
middle finger further into
Amy's anus. There was another burst of bubbles, and a movement of
the head, but once more, Bella pushed it back down.

"No, he is on business trips mostly.  He comes home for a week or
so at a time then takes off again."

"Well, then that opens up using their bed to fuck your mom on."
Julie smiled as she fucked Amy's brownie more deeply. She looked
at her watch.  "Fuck your mom on her bed and write a review about
it on Little Angels.  Better yet, fuck her brownie on her bed and
write a review about it."

Bella thought for a moment.  "Why would I want to do that?"

"Women control the marital bed.  That's the bed your parents
sleep in."

"Oh, their king-size bed?"

"Right, but we all know it is the mother or the woman who
controls what happens in the bed.  It is where they have control
of their husbands and lovers. But now, as her daughter, you can
take control of her marital bed, tell her what to do."

"Cool," Bella replied and her eyes lit up at the thought of
fucking her mother in her parent's bed.

"I just wish my mother was into me or any other girl for that
matter but no, she has to be into cocks and little boys. Time!"

Bella let go of her mother's head.  Amy came up for air gasping
for breath, her mouth wide open and her eyes closed.


"Very good Mrs Lucas."

Amy looked round at the girl but was incapable of speech. She
collapsed forward against the bowl, her chest heaving as she
breathed in air in long deep gulps.

"Time," the ten year-old called, and Amy groaned, and immediately
Bella pushed her head into the toilet water again.

"As I was saying, she likes little boy cocks, sucking them,
licking them, which to me is gross. I bet she even gets them to
fuck her!"

"Yeah, that would gross me out too!" Bella replied as her mother
began twitching her legs up and down.

Julie looked at the watch. "Hmm, only ten seconds on the third
dunk and she is already twitching."

"Is that good?"

"Not really."

Amy's wrists were starting to struggle against the handcuffs and
both girls looked into the toilet bowl and saw air bubbles coming
up.  Several times Amy tried to lift her head out of the water
but Bella pushed it back down, now using two hands.

Julie continued, "She likes to be peed on by boys, to suck their
little scrotums into her mouth and use her tongue to tickle the
little balls!"

"Wow," Bella said as she watched her mom move her shoulders like
she was trying to push up off the lip of the toilet.

"What I really want to do is suck her clitty, roll it around in
my mouth and make her squirm as I push my tongue into her anus. 
I want to please her, but no, she won't have any that, so I
joined Little Angels to take my frustration out on my dates."

Almost a minute into the third dunk Amy's body was struggling
against Bella's hands and the twitching and jerking motions of
her arms and legs and her shoulders made it clear that she was
short of breath.

"Time!"

Bella let go and up came Amy's head from the bowl as if it was on
elastic.  She collapsed sideways onto the floor and lay there,
sucking in huge lung-fulls of air. For the next five minutes Amy
was
dunked five more times and each time it was progressively harder
for her control her breathing.  Julie told her to calm down and
think happy thoughts, that nothing was going to happen to her,
but it seemed to have little effect. Eventually, the dunking stop
and they let her lie on the floor for several minutes until her
breathing recovered and she opened her bloodshot eyes.

"Mrs Lucas," Julie said, sounding a little like a school teacher,
"if you are going to be a proper hanging party whore, you have to
learn to control your breathing. I think it would be a good idea
if we tried something else. Let's go back downstairs." Bella took
her mom's ankle cuffs off the three of them went back down and
into the living room.

"Lie down on the floor, Mrs Lucas," Julie commanded.

Amy lay down, grateful to be able to rest her body after its
exertions in the bathroom. She felt strange, slightly giddy, and
oddly euphoric.

"Bella, take your panties off and sit on your mother's face."

Julie's command was so sudden, so unexpected, that Amy gasped and
looked up at her daughter. Bella looked down at her and smiled
and she could see the lust in the young eyes, lust that she knew
was in hers too. She pealed her panties off, letting them drop to
her feet, and stepped over her mother's face. Amy looked up and
saw her young cunt, the lips red and swollen, and glistening in
the light, and suddenly she didn't care about anything else. As
Bella began to squat down, she raised her head, her mouth open.

"Stop!" Julie commanded. "The proper way to sit on a woman's face
is to have the tip of her nose in your anus and your pussy over
her mouth and you squeeze your thighs together tight, thus
cutting off any air flow to her lungs.  You got it?"

Bella nodded and lowered herself carefully onto her mother's
face.  She adjusted her hips and rear-end as she positioned her
little brownie on the tip of her mother's nose and then she
leaned forward just a little bit which put her little pussy over
her mother's mouth.  Beneath her, Amy moaned in delight.

"Now let her face and head take your full weight and make sure
you squeeze you thighs," Julie
instructed as she knelt beside Amy and Bella looking closely at
Bella's position.  "Good, now lift your feet off the ground."

Bella did as instructed and Amy moaned again as her face took the
full weight of her daughter.

"You've got one minute, Mrs Lucas," Julie said as she set her
watch.

Bella looked down between her thighs through half-closed eyes as
she sat on her mom's face. Her little body shuddered slightly,
and her tongue ran over her lips. Beneath her, Amy fought with
mixed emotions. She realised now once more she could not breath,
but her daughter's pre-teen cunt was pressed against her lips:
she could taste it, she could feel the thick cream running from
it. And her nose was pushed into that most private and delicious
of places. She wanted to inhale, to breath in the intoxicating
smell of Bella's anus, but she was trapped and could not.

"Sometimes the mother or date will open her mouth to suck in some
air but all she'll get is your cunt.  She can lick you if she
wants but that will take energy and air from her to do that. If
she does open her mouth it is just a reflex to sucking in air."

Bella nodded her head nodded her head distractedly and closed her
eyes.

Amy's nose began to hurt a little. She felt the sphincter relax
and when Bella pushed her full weight onto her face, her nose and
nostrils naturally went up into her daughter's anus, thus cutting
off any air flow. Sure enough, Bella moaned loudly as her mother
opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out instinctively. Amy felt
the urge to cough and pulled her tongue back in so that she could
close her mouth but as Julie predicted, it didn't shut because of
the weight of her daughter pressing down on it.

"Time!"

Bella was about to get up when Julie said, "Just lean forward a
little bit and put your feet on the ground. That should give her
some fresh air."  Bella leaned forward a little and cried out as
the felt Amy's mouth move against her and suck in air. She
reached down and pulled her mother's nipples and Amy groaned,
delighting in the cunt-fragrant air that she gulped into her
lungs.

For the next ten minutes in one minute intervals Bella sat on her
mother's face as Julie talked about school and Little Angels. The
conversation was rather one sided: Bella joined in sometimes, but
she was too diverted but the feel of her mother's struggling
mouth on her cunt to concentrate.  The last two minute sessions,
Amy began to struggle more energetically against the weight of
her daughter on her face. She started to bend her legs up, trying
to buck her body, so that eventually Julie had to sit on them to
hold them down. She giggled and Bella looked down at her through
half-closed eyes.

"I thing you whore is enjoying this," she said and ran her finger
along Amy's engorged cunt lips. She lifted the finger slowly into
the air and a strand of opaque cunt-cream stretched obstinately,
obscenely after it.

Both girls laughed and Julie's finger returned, this time sliding
between the lips and pushing deep into the captive cunt. There
was a guttural moan from between Bella's legs and Amy's body
twitched and squirmes against the weight on top of it. For the
remainder of the time, Julie continued to play, fucking Amy with
her finger and then wiping it on Amy's stomach before returning
it to fuck again. When she eventually called the final "Time!",
she removed her finger and put it into her mouth, sucking it
clean.

"Very good Mrs Lucas," Julie smiled as she got off Amy's legs,
and Bella stood slowly up, stretching her small body with a moan
of pleasure, her eyes glazed. They both looked down at Amy's
panting face and stared, and then burst into giggles: Amy's eyes
were closed and her open mouth desperately pulling in air to her
starved lungs. Around her lips a sheen of clinging girl cum
glistened against her skin, and the tip of her nose was stained a
little light brown. Bella blushed and then giggled loudly.

 Once she had caught her breath, the girls helped Amy sit up. Her
body ached and her hands and fingers hurt because of the
handcuffs.

"Those are two exercises that you need to do with your mom to
build up her breath-holding," Julie said as she walked into the
dining to the table.  She picked up a hook and looked at it. 
"Where
do you think we should put this hook?"

Bella thought for a moment and Amy looked at the in Julie's hand
with alarm. `Surely they are not going that far tonight!' she
thought.... She suddenly thought of her husband; how would she
explain a hook appearing in the dining room ceiling? "I think we
should put it in the hallway," she said.

Julie looked at Bella.  "You know what to do."

Bella nodded her head and went over to her mother.

"What?" Amy asked, flustered.

With a nervous look on her face, Bella stood in front of Amy and
reached up and slapped the right side of her mother's face.

"Oww!" was all Amy said but her eyes betrayed the hurt.

Bella slapped her mother's face again.  "Shut up mother!" she
said sternly.

"Sorry!" Amy said timidly as she tried to adjust her jaw by
making faces.

Bella slapped her a third time and an angry red mark began to
appear on Amy's face.  "We don't want to hear you mom!" she said
angrily.  In her confusion and the stinging pain in her cheek,
Amy went to touch the side of her face but then remembered she
couldn't because of the handcuffs.

"Mrs Lucas, we don't care what you want.  When you are at hanging
parties the girls there don't care what you want either.  So shut
up and listen." Julie exclaimed as she tossed the hook up and
down in her hand.

Amy nodded her head and looked down at her feet.  She felt
embarrassed and humiliated that she was standing here naked, like
a whore, that her ten year-old had punished her.

"I say we put it next to the TV," Bella said pointing at the
ceiling.  "That way I can watch her swing as I'm watching my
favourite shows."

"Good idea," Julie chimed in.  "Do you have step stool?"

"Sure do!" Bella replied as she ran from the living room.

Julie looked at Amy standing naked before her with her hands
handcuffed behind her. "Kneel before me, Mrs Lucas."

Looking at the expression on her face, Amy didn't hesitate and
quickly knelt down in front of the girl, her face level with her
crotch.

Julie slowly raised her short mini-skirt.  She was wearing a
thong panty that just covered her vulva. It was so narrow and
pressed so tightly that Amy could tell the youngster had a smooth
pussy, a nice little hairless cunt that had soaked the thin
material of the thong, making it almost transparent. Despite
herself, she felt a pulse beating in her clit, felt the moisture
begin to ooze again in her slit.

"You like what you see, Mrs Lucas?" the girl asked in a husky
voice that told Amy she was getting turned on.

"Yes," she whispered shamefully, "very much." Her mouth felt dry
and she licked her lips. `This makes it all worth it,' she
thought, abandoning any pretence.

"Do you like looking at little girl's cunts," Julie continued
seductively.

"Yes," Amy whispered again.

"Did you like it when Bella sat on your face? Your daughter's
cunt? Her little puffy pre-teen fuckhole?"

"Yes." Amy's voice was almost inaudible and she blushed in shame
and humiliation, but she was mesmerised by the smooth wet slit in
front of her.

"Move closer, whore," Julie breathed quietly, and Amy shuffled
forwards on her knees until her face was just inches away from
the little girl's crotch. She felt liquid on the inside of her
thighs.

"Sniff!" the girl commanded hoarsely, and Amy inhaled, sucking
the fragrance of ten year-old cunt into her nostrils.

"Would you like to lick it, to stick your tongue inside it, to
fuck it with your whore's tongue?"

Amy could only nod.
Julie stepped back and dropped her skirt, a satisfied smile on
her face. "Good," she said, her voice returned to normal,
"because I think I am going to purchase you for the night
sometime, Mrs Lucas.  I will let you suck and lick my little
cunny all night long as I sleep then in the morning I will fuck
your mature brownie before going down to breakfast with my
mother. Would you like that?"

"I would like that very much!" Amy replied, unable to look the
girl in the eye.

Just then Bella came in with the step stool.  Julie left Amy
kneeling on the floor and in a couple of minutes the girls had
the hook screwed in the ceiling.  Bella retrieved the nylon rope
from the shopping bag on the table and as Amy watched, the girls
flung the rope over the hook. Julie instructed Bella on how to
make a noose and after several tries Bella succeeded in tying a
properly noosed ending to the rope.  She brought over to her
mother and Amy felt oddly proud of her daughter, despite the fact
that it was intended for her own neck.

"Okay, stand up Mrs Lucas," Julie said as she tugged on the rope
a couple of times, and as her mom came over, Bella put the stool
under the rope.

"Up on the stool," the ten year-old instructed.

Amy stared at the rope as it swayed gently above her. She wanted
to cry out, to say no, to argue; she knew she would be slapped,
but reckoned a slap was better than dying at the end of a rope.
But then she looked at Bella whose little eyes shone with such
excitement... And for some reason, she was so wet....

Nervously she stepped up on the small stool.  Julie climbed up on
the step ladder and
took the noose in her hands and brought it over Amy's head and
around her neck. She felt the itch of the rope around her skin
and shuddered.

"Right ear or left ear?" she asked Amy.

"Uh?"

"Do you want the rope behind your left ear or your right ear?"
Julie smiled.

"Um, right ear, I guess," Amy responded uncertainly.

  Julie brought the nylon rope behind Amy's right ear and then
adjusted it under her jaw.  Amy's hair
bun was about dry now as Julie took it her hand and squeezed it.
"Your bun should stay out of the way real nicely."

Bella walked around her naked mom standing on the stool with a
rope around her neck and her
hands handcuffed behind her and she smiled with delight.

"Okay, Bella, get the ankle cuffs and put them on her."

After the ankle cuffs were on, the girls stepped back looking at
Amy.

"She's beautiful standing there!" Julie said, her voice
uncharacteristically soft.

"I know," Bella said proudly.

"Take a picture," Julie said as she stepped back.

"Okay." Bella retrieved her communicator, pointed it at her mom
and pressed a button.  Both girls looked at the picture and
smiled.

"Send it to Little Angels."

Bella pressed a couple of buttons and the picture as instantly
uploaded. They turned back and looked at Amy again and she stood
staring back at them, her body visibly shaking.

"Now, you'll have to pull the stool out from under your mom as
she won't have the courage at first to do it herself."

Amy knew the ten year-old was right about that.  Her heart was
pounding in her chest and her mouth was dry.  Already the nylon
rope seemed to cutting into her throat.

"How do I do that?" Bella asked as she looked at the stool.

"The easiest way is to hook you foot behind one of the legs and
gently pull it.  Some girls like to
play with the woman by taking little pulls of the stool which
slowly moves the woman off of it.  Others will jerk the stool out
from under the woman and most women after some intensive training
will step off the stool.  That's the best kind of woman to hang
in my opinion."

Bella walked over to the stool and hooked her foot behind the
leg, looking up at her mother as she did so. Amy's eyes were big
and she was trying to calm her breathing.  `Oh God, this is it,
my little Bella is going to hang me!' She felt a panic inside her
but she was imprisoned by the cuffs. She wanted to scream, but
then she thought Joyce, who came when she was hanged, and of the
store manager and the serene look on her face, and it seemed to
calm. Instead, just one thought took its place: `For fuck's sake,
don't let me piss myself!'

Bella slowly pulled the stool from under her mother. At first
Amy's feet seemed to grip it, but as Bella pulled it further,
they began to slip until all grip was lost and she was treading
on air. She had the sensation of falling and then a tight vicious
grip around her throat that knocked the breath out of her and
left her dangling. "Oh fucking Jesus!" she screamed in her head
as she fought to breath. "Don't piss! Don't fucking piss!"

Bella put down the stool and stepped back and looked up at her
mother as she swung gently back and forth trying to suck in air.
Although her eyes bulged and her feet seemed to flutter a little,
she looked so beautiful, and her daughter smiled with pride.

Amy had her toes pointed straight down trying to get on to firm
ground but she could just barely feel the carpet under her toes
and the rope was too taut stretch any further. She tried to kick
her feet but the ankle cuffs restrained her and they only
fluttered, as if in some perverted ballet. She started to wheeze
as the rope tightened around, cutting off her air intake. "Don't
piss!" she repeated in her head.

The walked around her and giggled in excitement.

"One of the reasons we use ankle cuffs on newbie hangers is that
they will pump their legs up and down trying to reach solid
ground.  By doing that they would injure themselves or those
around them," Julie said.

"So if I see a woman with ankle cuffs on, she would probably a
newbie?"

"Most likely.  Only women who are well disciplined in their
thoughts and breathing will be hung
without ankle cuffs or handcuffs."

Above them, Amy was struggling desperately, trying to move her
legs and arms in reaction to her breath being cut off, but the
more she struggled, the tighter the noose gripped her neck.

"You see how she struggles against the rope? Relax Mrs Lucas,
enjoy the hanging sensation," Julie said trying to encourage her.
 She stepped forward and ran her hands up and down Amy's ass
cheeks. "So smooth and silky."

"Yes she is," replied Bella running her hands up and down her
mom's thighs. "And wet," she added, giggling.

After about 30 seconds, Amy, much to her surprise, was beginning
to think, rather than just panic. She had quickly realised that
if she tried to struggle, the noose simply gripped tighter, and
although she couldn't breathe, she felt a strangely calmer. To
help this she tried to concentrate on Bella and Julie, and when
they touched her, it seemed to help. Now the two of them came and
stood in front of her, looking up at her. Then, as she watched,
they turned their attention from her to each other. Julie kissed
Bella's neck and then ran her tongue slowly up the side of
Bella's right cheek. Her daughter turned and smiled up at her and
then turned back to kiss Julie on the lips.  Both girls put their
hands around each other and drew each other in closer. Their kiss
was soft at first, but then grew more intense and their mouths
opened. Despite everything, Amy was shocked at what she was
seeing.  She didn't think that Bella liked girls in that way.

Julie broke off the kiss giggling.  "Put the stool under your
mom," and Bella smiled as she bent over and moved the stool under
her mom's feet.  Amy was thankful for something solid under her
and now that her weight was off the rope, she could breath. The
girls stared at each other again and put their arms around one
another as they walked to the recliner. As her breathing
steadied, Amy stood there on the stool and watched them. They sat
down in the recliner and Julie leaned forward and picked up two
glasses of milk.  She gave one to Bella who took a couple of
gulps and then put her own down and got up from the recliner. 
She walked over Amy who was clearly nervous again.

"Don't worry Mrs Lucas, just a couple of more times.  I want you
to get use to the rope." Instead of moving the stool from
underneath Amy, the ten year-old wrapped her arms around Amy's
thighs
and gently lifted her a little and moved the stool out of the
way.  Amy felt the rope go taut with her weight as Julie let go
of her and the girl the playfully slapped Amy's ass cheek and
walked back to sit down.  Amy was again gasping for breath as she
swung, but she had learned her lesson from the first time, and
tried to relax into the noose. To maintain her calm, she focused
again on the girls, watching them on the recliner.

They started kissing again but this time their mouths were open
wide and they twisted and rubbed against each other as their
tongues fought. She watched as Julie's hand crept up her
daughter's thigh and saw Bella open her legs to allow it access
to her cunt. Despite the drumming in her ears, she heard her
daughter moan as Julie's little fingers found her. Then she saw
Bella do the same and Julie's legs open in response, and heard
another moan.

Close to a minute into her hanging Amy tried to move her arms and
legs but the cuffs restrained her.  Although she was hanging from
a rope, she was getting really wet watching the girls kiss and
fondle each other's cunts, and she longed to kneel before them
and tickle their little clits with her tongue, tasting their
sweat and body fluids.

When the second session finished, this time Bella got out of the
recliner and put the stool under her mother but she also kissed
her belly button, flicking her tongue inside it, making Amy
squirm.  As Bella was standing there in front of her, Julie got
off the recliner and knelt behind her daughter, ifted her skirt
and kissed her ass cheek.  Bella giggled and stuck her rear-end
out at Julie who smiled and
kissed her inside her ass crack.  Standing on the stool,
refilling her lungs with air, Amy felt both turned on and
jealous. The behavior of the girls had shocked her, but she was
also turned on watching them. At the same time she felt an
unexpected twinge of jealousy, that the girls had got to kiss and
fondle each other, not her, and even as Julie ten minute later,
she found herself wishing that Bella's friend had paid her more
attention.

Fifteen minutes later Amy was standing in the kitchen rubbing her
neck with both hands as
Bella was eating a snack, the thought was still on her mind.

"What did Julie mean about my anus?" Amy asked her daughter.

"What?"

"When she left just now, what did she mean about tagging my
anus?"

"Oh, um, she said that you had a very nice anus and that she
would love to tag you," Bella said as
she ate peanut butter crackers.

"Tag? What's that?"

"It means that she wants to butt fuck you mother," Bella replied
looking at her
as if she was a child.

"Oh." Amy turned facing away from her daughter and smiled.  "I
thought she only did... the front."

"Yes, she's really a cunt girl, but when she sees a lovely anus
like yours then she can't resist fucking
it," Bella replied casually.  Amy was about to tell her not to
use words like that but the things that she did for Little Angels
had removed any thought of a rebuke of her daughter for using a
nasty word.

Bella got up to leave. "One other thing," Amy asked as she turned
around.

"Yes?"

"I didn't know that you were into girls like Julie."

"Girls like Julie, mom?"

"What I mean is, I didn't think that you like fooling around with
girls your age," Amy added
quickly.

"She's cute and she thinks I'm cute too," Bella said, and then
smiled and walked over to her mother. She reached up and pulled
her head down and gently kissed the rope marks on her neck. ""Who
knows, I might like girls also," she said, "But don't, worry mom,
I still think you're the best."

She let go and stepped back. "I have to get ready for my date,"
she announced, and turned and left the kitchen.

An hour later the doorbell rang.  Amy only had a white bra and
pink panties on as she went to the front door although she kept a
bathrobe by the front door just in case.  She peeked through the
spy hole in the door,  and facing her was a blonde-haired woman
who looked familiar. `This must be Bella's date,' Amy thought as
she looked the woman over.  `No need for the bathrobe.'  As the
woman reached for the doorbell again, Amy opened the door.  Amy
and woman stared at each
other for a moment.

"Hi, I'm Mrs Lucas, whore," Amy said proudly.

"Mrs Jacoby," the woman replied. They kept looking at each other
when Amy realized where she knew Mrs Jacoby from:  she was the
secretary for the CEO of her company.  Amy never had business in
the executive suite; when she met with the CEO it was in meetings
in the boardroom and so she only vaguely knew of Mrs Jacoby.

"You're," Amy was about to say but Mrs Jacoby cut her off.

"A whore, like you," she said with equal pride, and smiled. Amy
realized that Mrs Jacoby didn't want to explain anything and she
decided to go with it. She felt comfortable knowing that probably
didn't want the Company to know she worked for Little Angels,
anymore than she did. She smiled and handed over twenty dollars
to Mrs Jacoby.

"Thank you," she   said.  "Can I come in?"

"Oh, yes please," Amy replied stepping aside and as Mrs Jacoby
walked past her, she could tell she had a sweet smelling perfume
on, the kind of perfume that told girls she was a submissive.

It was awkward standing in the foyer waiting for Bella. Mrs
Jacoby looked Amy up and
down.  "So what kind of whore are you?"

"I'm a whore in good standing at $11.40," Amy replied brightly.

The woman nodded her head and looked around.  "Nice house."

"Thank you."

There was a silence, and the two women took the opportunity study
each other. Mrs Jacoby was wearing a pink tank top that had a
picture of a naked woman on her hands and knees, and a denim mini
skirt that had white frilly material around the bottom of it. 
The length was mid-thigh and below it she was wearing black shoes
with pink ankle socks. To compliment the look, her blonde hair
was done in pig tails.

Bella came bounding the stairs. "Hi, Mrs Jacoby!" and the woman
turned, smiling. "Hi sweetie!"
They kissed each other on the lips, a prolonged kiss that once
again which made Amy jealous and she stood there with her hands
folded in front of her trying not to watch.

Bella looked at her mother. "Mom, be a good whore and bring some
milk and cookies to my room? I'm sure Mrs Jacoby wouldn't mind."

"Not at all sweetie," smiled the woman.

"Come on Mrs Jacoby, let's get started!" Bella laughed as she
pulled the woman up the stairs. Amy stood there watching the two
of them go up and saw that Mrs Jacoby wasn't wearing any
underwear.

Ten minutes later Amy stood outside her daughter's room,
clutching a tray of milk and cookies. The door was shut but she
could hear laughter from Bella and grunting from Mrs Jacoby. Amy
knocked on the door and immediately Bella called out, "Come in
mom!" She opened the door slowly not
wanting to upset the try, but she almost dropped it when she saw
the woman naked on her hand and knees with Bella's panties over
her face and head.  Bella was sitting on the woman's back holding
a belt that was around Mrs Jacoby's neck. As Amy watched, her
daughter used her heels to dig into the side of the woman while
pulling and belt and urging the woman forward around the room. 
Bella was still dressed but without her panties on and Amy
wondered for a second how Mrs Jacoby felt with them over her face
after all the essence that must have filled them during the day.

"Put it on the dresser, mom," Bella said nonchalantly as she
kicked Mrs Jacoby's sides again. Amy put the tray on the dresser
and stepped back.  She was instantly wet standing there watching
her daughter abuse the woman.  Bella stopped what she was doing
and got off Mrs Jacoby and the woman let out a sigh of relief. 
Bella turned and raised her left foot, using it to push the woman
onto the floor on her side.

"Stay!" Bella commanded.

Amy was a little taken back by her daughter's attitude.  "Um,
darling, don't you think," Amy started to say but Bella cut her
off.

"Shush mom, I know what I'm doing."

"Um, okay, but it seems you've changed," Amy replied.

"I'm bored with what we call vanilla sex mom.  I want something
different, something more exciting.  I like to licked to orgasm.
I want a woman who will French kiss my cunt and
lick my asshole until I tell her stop."

Amy nodded her head, no longer shocked by anything her daughter
said.  That would explain
Bella's behavior with Julie earlier: she was experimenting with
sex, finding out her likes and dislikes, she was growing up.

Bella walked over to the dresser, picking up a cookie and glass
of milk, and walked back to the woman laying on the floor.  She
squatted down over the woman's face.  "Kiss!" was all she said.
Amy stood watching, hearing lip smacking sounds as Mrs Jacoby
eagerly kissed and sucked the ten
year-old's cunny.  Bella looked up at her mom smiling and without
embarrassment as she wiggled around on the woman's face.  The
woman's tongue was tickling her and she giggled.

"Care to join her mother?" her daughter asked as she took a bite
of the cookie.

An hour later Amy showed an exhausted Mrs Jacoby out of the front
door while Bella was humming and singing a song upstairs.  As she
shut the door, she knew that things with Bella were going to
be different. Amy's jaw was sore and so was her anus. She had
licked her daughter's anus for a good fifteen minutes as Mrs
Jacoby licked Bella's hairless cunt.  Bella had reclined on her
bed pulling her legs up to her shoulders while both women
competed for the best angle to lick and suck their assigned
genitals.  Bella would giggle when their heads would knock
against each other.  Then Bella got her cell phone and called her
father who was on his way home from a business trip.  Amy about
died as she heard her husband's voice on the phone as she was
licking her daughter's anus.  He asked how her mother was doing
and if he could quickly talk to her about his arrival time, but
Bella replied that she was busy filling a crack and then laughed
loudly. Her dad asked if the crack was a big
problem and Bella replied that mother had a handle on it. `Yes,'
she thought to herself, `I have a handle on it!' She pulled back
a little looking at the little brown puckered ring and smiled to
herself: `If there is ever a job licking little girl anuses then
I want to be the first to apply.'

After Bella hung up the phone she moved Amy and Mrs Jacoby aside
and went to her dresser and pulled out her ribbed strap-on, the
one she had borrowed from the two-for-one date the other week. 
Mrs Jacoby remained on her hands and knees as Bella had her mom
get on the woman's back face down. Amy's tits were squished on
Mrs Jacoby's lower back and her legs were on either side of the
woman's shoulders. Bella instructed her mom to put her face just
above Mrs Jacoby's anal   opening and then she slowly pushed the
ten inch dildo into Mrs Jacoby's asshole.

"Look at me mom," Bella said as she pulled the strap-on out of
the woman's ass.  "Open wide!  We're gonna work on your breathing
control," and before Amy could react she pushed the ten inches
down her mother's throat.  She gagged and coughed but her
daughter just said "Relax, mom, don't try and breathe, just hold
your breath." Bella held the ten inches securely in her mother's
mouth then eventually pulled it out.  Amy could taste Mrs
Jacoby's ass on the plastic dildo in her mouth.

`Gawd, it tasted awful,' she thought. `What the hell does that
woman eat?'

For the next fifteen minutes Bella ass fucked Mrs Jacoby then
used her mother's mouth to clean the strap-on and work on her
mother's breathing and after a couple of minutes the slobber
dropped down onto Mrs Jacoby's ass from Amy's mouth as she deep
throated the plastic cock.

The more she fucked, the closer the ten year-old worked herself
to an orgasm with the soft felt at the base of the strap-on, and
when it came, she grabbed the woman's hip and jammed the strap-on
deep into her ass and moved up and down in little motions so that
the felt rubbed her clitty.  Amy
looked up at her daughter's face as she came and smiled: her
little girl was learning the correct way to cum.  Mrs Jacoby
grunted and thrust back at Bella as she tried to give the
youngster a little more pleasure in her cum but slowly Bella came
down from her orgasm, smiling.  She looked down
at her mother who was smiling up at her.

"That was nice mom," she said, breathing hard.

"No, that was beautiful," Amy replied.

Bella pulled the strap-on out of Mrs Jacoby and put it in her
mother's mouth.  "One last time for
today, mom," she whispered. Amy opened her throat the best she
could and swallowed the strap-on to the hilt while her daughter
rubbed her head and played with her hair and traced her fingers
softly along the rope marks.  After a minute Bella pulled out and
stood up.  She walked around to the front of Mrs Jacoby and knelt
in front of her and the woman looked up at her.

"That was twenty dollars well spent on your ass, Mrs Jacoby," the
youngster said as she wiped the strap-on clean with the woman's
hair.  Mrs Jacoby smiled weakly: she looked a mess, with Amy's
mouth slobber down both sides of her thighs.

"You can go now, mom," Bella ordered as she stood up.  As Amy
walked out of the bedroom she heard Bella tell Mrs Jacoby to wear
her panties next time or she would take her bra and pin it to the
wall along with the other panties.

As Mrs Jacoby came down the stairs and Amy was at the bottom
waiting for her.  The woman stopped in front of Amy.  "Don't say
a word about this at work or we're both be looking for new jobs,"
she said.

So it was true! Amy smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry Mrs Jacoby,
I won't," she replied shaking her
head.

The woman walked around Amy towards the door and paused.  "So how
did my ass taste?" she asked with a giggle.

"I got used to it."

"Well, maybe next time your daughter will allow me to taste
yours," she smiled .