ACADEMY GIRL - Book 3: Arrivals

Chapter 3


TEN DAYS LATER

Amy was shaking with excitement, as she and the others in her group formed a circle around of one of the hanging platforms in the gym. Finally!! she thought. I get to hang today!!

The academic classes for the First Year students contained about twenty students each, but Hanging Practice was restricted to groups of nine or ten, so the girls could all gather closely around the hanging platform, and so that instruction could be, to some extent, individualized, or at least not mass-produced. While the same girls would be in Amy's academic classes until the quarter ended in three months, membership in the hanging classes was periodically scrambled, so that over time every girl could watch every other girl hang, and be watched by every girl. For hanging, the Academy believed strongly in girls sharing their knowledge.

Up until today Amy's group had only watched the teacher hang during each class meeting, listening to her describe her head movements, with all of the students gathered around her, watching intently as the teacher dangled and kicked for a few minutes, barely breathing hard afterwards. Today, at last, the students would be allowed to try it for the first time.

Amy had stripped and set her uniform on the floor, folded neatly on top of her sneakers, and joined the circle as each student took a turn, going in clockwise order around the circle. She could feel the wetness start between her legs. She hoped it wouldn't run down her leg, but she noticed shiny-looking trails already down some of the other girls' thighs, telling Amy they were as excited as she was.

As the girl to Amy's right stepped up onto the platform, Amy stepped up with her to put handcuffs on the girl's wrists, and to put the noose around the girl's neck, under the teacher's supervision. Previous girls had done considerable fumbling with the rope, while the teacher explained the proper positioning to them.

Amy smiled as the teacher said, "Amy, it looks like you've done that before."

"Yes, ma'am." Though the teacher herself was just a few years older than Amy, it seemed natural to address her with respect. Graduates should have respect. "A couple of the Second Year girls have been showing me how."

The teacher nodded, and Amy jumped down from the platform. The teacher looked up at the girl on the platform, who was having a hard time controlling her breathing, but looked determined, if nervous. At last the teacher pulled the lever. I'm next, thought Amy, next one up!!

Keeping one eye on her watch and the other on the girl kicking as she hanged, the teacher remained silent for now. After just sixty seconds, the teacher pushed the lever back.

The girl nearly fainted before Amy could get the noose off her, but her mouth had an ear-to-ear grin. The teacher said a few things to her as she stepped down, unlocking her handcuffs and handing them to the girl to Amy's left.

Amy more or less leapt onto the platform, calling out in her mind to Miranda, I'm here , Miranda! I'm going to do it!

Amy closed her eyes and worked on reining in her thundering heart as the girl holding the handcuffs locked them around Amy's wrists behind her. Amy quivered as she felt the girl drop the loop of rope down over her head, and giggled as it got caught for a moment on her nose. That seemed to relax her. She opened her eyes and looked straight ahead as the girl tightened up the noose, and waited while the teacher corrected the girl's placement of the knot. At last the girl jumped down, and Amy was alone on the platform.

A tingle shot through her as she felt the surface she was standing on start to descend. A light tug on her neck grew quickly stronger, pulling her up onto her toes. Amy knew she would remember, the rest of her life, the feeling as her toes slipped along the surface and lost contact with it, in the same way that she remembered her very first orgasm.

Amy felt, more than she had ever felt in her life, that she was at home.

It wasn't as hard on her neck as she'd been expecting -- the exercises with the neck trainer in her room were already paying off. Immediately she felt the intense rush of arousal flood through her body, the same way it had when Miranda and the dean had choked her.

Her fears that she would forget all the movements she was supposed to be doing, in the excitement of the moment, proved groundless. She did have to think about it, and promised herself it would all become automatic with more practice, but she did manage to wobble her head from one side to another. Much more natural was the kicking, her feet instinctively seeking support in all possible directions, unable to admit they would find none.

For at least fifteen seconds, she estimated, she couldn't breathe at all, and worried that she wasn't doing the movement right. She probably wasn't, but suddenly she found she could take in air in tiny sips, letting it out slowly afterwards. It really works!! She exulted.

She was less sure about the blood coming up in her arteries. She understood perfectly well that breathing, alone, was worthless -- unless the oxygen she was breathing into her lungs could somehow get to her head, she might as well not even be breathing at all. When she started hanging longer, she knew, she would be able to sense the signs of lack of oxygen to the brain. With practice, she would learn to adjust her movements so those warning signs would go away.

She didn't realize her minute was up until the floor of the platform suddenly bumped against her toes. Her feet desperately sought out the now rising surface, but her mind was screaming No, it can't be over yet!!

She stood solidly on the floor of the platform at last, with a huge grin on her face, listening to the teacher, nodding her head at the teacher's comments, carefully filing them away in her mind for the next time. Amy wanted the next time to be now!

She waited, feeling more alive than she had ever been, watching the girl behind her mount the platform. Beside Amy, the girl who had gone before Amy had the same look on her face that Amy did. Amy impulsively hugged the girl, surprised at herself for doing it -- she knew the girl's name was Jenny, but Amy had barely even spoken to her before today. But they both wanted to share the feeling.

Minutes later, Amy watched Megan step up to the platform. Amy almost gasped in admiration. She hadn't seen Megan naked before, and Amy felt a flush of desire that she realized was not simply left over arousal from her own hanging earlier.

Megan looked confident and matter-of-fact about the process. She did share all the other girls' excited look, the first time Amy had seen her anything other than stoic, but it was somehow muted, and Amy felt positive Megan was not doing this for the first time in her life -- she looked as though she were used to it.

From the moment Megan was hoisted off the descending platform, Amy saw there was something different about her. She definitely had the head movements down, and her legs seemed, like the other girls, to kick out desperately in search of something to support them, but there was more going on. Megan started thrusting her hips forward in an almost hypnotically erotic way, and after a moment, her leg kicking became less random -- she threw them out wide, then swung them around and forward, as if she were throwing them around a lover. Around her Amy could hear several of the girls gasp. Amy thought she might be one of them, but she wasn't sure.

It hardly seemed as if the performance could only have been a minute long -- it seemed much longer to Amy, but maybe that was because she was watching it so intently.

I've got to try some of that, thought Amy. It wasn't more sexual than Miranda's performance, but Megan had done some things Miranda hadn't done.

I have to see if I can do that. I'm just starting. Megan's obviously got experience, but I'm going to catch up with her.

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Amy sat on the bed in Jackie's room, leaning back against the wall, her knees drawn up. Sitting to her left, Jackie thumbed the up-channel button on the TV remote. Jackie's roommate Erin sat to Amy's right, her arms wrapping her shins. Amy, caught up on her reading for classes, was glad of a chance to spend time with Jackie, as well as an opportunity to get to know Erin. Erin was one of the quiet girls in class, rarely contributing to classroom discussions, while Amy and Jackie had developed a friendly competition to see which could manage a quicker response to the teacher's questions.

Jackie paused on one channel long enough to determine the show was a girlhunt. She looked at Amy with raised eyebrows that solicited Amy's approval for staying with the show.

Amy shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Think these things are rigged, like they say?"

Jackie frowned. "I don't know if I'd pretend to be hunted if I knew for sure I was going to get caught and eaten at the end. I'd like to think there was some real chance of winning."

Amy nodded. "Me too. Maybe they really recruit a different sort of contestant from what they claim, though. Different from us, for one thing. Supposedly the girls in the hunt are the super-adventurous type, loving the challenge, but maybe they actually dreamed of being actresses, and they like the idea of ending their lives with one big 'Let's pretend' kind of thing."

Jackie looked thoughtfully at the screen, on which a pretty naked girl jogged past one of the many hidden cameras in the jungle, crouching to avoid low-hanging branches, pausing just at the edge of camera range to listen for the sounds of pursuit. It did indeed appear likely that the girl knew exactly where the camera was. "So maybe they are kind of like us, that way. We're actresses, sort of. I mean, we're going to put on a scripted show at the end."

Erin spoke up unexpectedly. "I'd rather think of us as athletes."

Amy smiled. "Yeah, I'll go with that. The hanging script adds to the audience's enjoyment, but they'll really be there to see us use our bodies in a way that most people can't -- we'll have had years of physical training for it."

Jackie grinned and waved the remote. "So should I find us a football game?" Both other girls laughed.

Amy brushed her hand along the surface of the bed. "You guys didn't waste any time getting the one bed."

Jackie laughed. Out of the corner of her eye Amy could see Erin smiling and blushing. Jackie explained, "We just both like to keep warm at night."

Amy laughed, as Jackie looked at her curiously. "How are things going with Susan?" Jackie asked. "I saw you've still got two beds."

Amy didn't want to say anything that might make Susan's sexual preferences appear odd. "She's really sweet. I like her a lot, but I think she just takes awhile to get to know. There's no hurry. Lots of the other rooms still have two beds."

Jackie gave a sly smile. "Like Megan and Shawna?"

Amy groaned. "Poor Shawna. I imagine she's finding there are some people you don't want to get to know." Amy had been finding her earliest impression of Megan was still holding up. Like Amy and Jackie, Megan made her presence felt in the classroom, though generally in more negative ways. She was often quick to correct other students' erroneous statements, with a smirk that expressed her satisfaction at being able to put another girl down. Other times Megan didn't have to say a word. The smirk, or an exasperated groan and rolled eyes, were sufficient to do the job, while the teacher made the correction herself.

Erin shuddered. "Jackie, don't bring the mood down by talking about her. It's bad enough being in the same class with her for the next three years. I don't even want to think what it's like sharing a room."

Jackie nodded. "Okay, this is a Megan-free zone. Anyway, luckily there are still people I do want to get to know better." She brushed Amy's arm with her hand, smiling.

Amy looked down at Jackie's hand on her arm. Her lips curled into a smile. "Isn't my butt making the bed warm enough?"

Jackie leaned closer. "I think we can do better."

Amy turned to Erin, wanting to make sure. "Okay with this?"

Erin smiled. "Asking you here was my idea. I get you after."

Amy shivered with a sudden tingle between her legs. She turned back to Jackie, her voice suddenly breathy. "Sounds fair to me."

Jackie leaned still closer. Amy found Jackie's lips warm and soft.



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