<!--ADULTSONLY--> 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 .