ACADEMY GIRL - Book 5: The Graduate

Chapter 14


TWO MONTHS LATER

After laying her panties neatly atop her shorts and bra on the bed, Amy stepped up onto the hanging platform, facing an equally naked, visibly excited Holly. Melissa tied Amy's hands behind her, her fingers moving magically fast, with considerable practice tying Jana. Jana herself was tying Holly's hands, while Holly's eyes were fixed on Amy's. Holly was almost dancing with eagerness to get started, barely able to wait as Jana slipped the noose over her neck and tightened it. "Can I try some moves I was thinking about?"

Amy shook her head firmly. "There's plenty of time for that later. This first time, I just want you to get a feeling for the basics." Holly had remained more or less patient during the weeks of strengthening her neck sufficiently to hold her own weight plus Amy's, but now that Amy had judged her ready for a pairs hanging, Holly wanted to do everything at once. Amy went on, "There are things that are different from hanging by yourself. Balance is a big part of it. When your thighs are squeezing mine, it's not just so you can lift yourself. You also need to use them to keep your upper body leaning towards me. If you start to tip away from me, pushing upward just leans you back farther and doesn't relieve enough pressure on your neck. Concentrate on getting a feel for the balance. And remember not to relax your thighs after you finish breathing. Keep them tight against mine, because I have to push against you so I can breathe. Okay?"

Holly sighed. "It's a lot to remember. It'll get automatic eventually, right? Like regular hanging?"

Amy smiled. "Sure. In a few days we can try some moves, and by that time you'll just be thinking about them, not the process."

Holly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she opened them, still focused on Amy. "Ready."

Amy nodded, said, "You breathe first," then looked down at Jana, holding the lever. "Let each of us do three breathing segments, then bring the floor back up." Jana nodded, waited a few seconds, and pulled the lever.

Moments later, both Amy and Holly dangled, wriggling at the ends of their respective ropes. Amy automatically turned slightly and pushed her right leg between Holly's. At first Holly seemed to try to use her left leg instead, but quickly sensed Amy's movement and thrust her right leg between Amy's. I should have clarified that beforehand, Amy thought, as she clamped her thighs around Holly's right. It felt odd to be doing it with someone more slender than Megan. But Holly seemed to have a feeling for what she was doing. Amy felt Holly's legs tighten around her right, and felt the increased pressure on her neck as Holly lifted herself. Moments later, Amy gave Holly's thighs a double-squeeze to signal that she needed air. As the pressure from Holly slackened, Amy began lifting herself up, gratefully sucking in a few lungfuls of air before feeling the signal from Holly, letting herself down to start the cycle again.

Midway through her second breathing segment, Amy sensed Holly beginning to tip backward, and felt Holly's hips slap against her own as Holly tried to get her balance back. Amy wriggled her left foot, signaling Jana to raise the platform.

As soon as the platform supported her, Holly stamped her foot on it. "Damn it!"

Amy shook her head. "Holly, it's okay. Megan and I both did that a few times at first."

Holly's eyes flashed. "I won't do it again. I promise. I know where I went wrong. Can we try again?"

Amy nodded. "Take a couple of minutes first, to let your breathing get back to normal. And cool down a little. You can't do this when you're mad."

Holly gave her a tiny smile. "I'll be okay. I'm just not used to screwing up a hanging."

Amy smiled and rubbed her cheek against Holly's, as much affection as she could display with her hands tied. She knew it would help calm the girl. "This is something new, Holly. Give yourself a break."

Holly sighed, closing her eyes once more, not speaking for about fifteen seconds. She opened them again at last, smiled, and said, "Okay."

Amy nodded again to Jana, who pulled the lever again.

Holly, this time, seemed more sure of herself. She seemed to start sensing, seconds ahead of Amy's signal, that Amy needed a breathing turn, as Amy also found herself starting to sense Holly's needs. The transitions were becoming smoother.

Amy felt the familiar tingling return, different from normal hanging -- more intensely erotic, due to being shared with another person in intimate physical contact, as similar to lovemaking as standard hanging was to masturbation. It was not as intense as it had been with Megan, since Amy's fondness for Holly couldn't come close to matching the depth of her love for Megan. But Amy knew, suddenly, she and Holly would make love later. They had only had sex once before, the time Amy had wanted a first read of Holly's abilities prior to her first party. This, she sensed, would be something different.

On Amy's third breathing segment, just before Jana pushed the lever back, Holly suddenly turned slightly and planted her lips against Amy's. Amy, though surprised, had kissed Megan often enough in mid-air to go along with the move, moving her lips against Holly's soft ones. It gave Amy a second locus of arousal, complementing the one between her legs.

Amy stood as she felt the platform come up under her feet. Holly's lips clung to hers just a second longer before breaking it off.

Amy smiled at Holly, who now had an ear-to-ear grin. "Remember what I was saying about no moves?"

Holly blinked, still grinning. "I didn't think that counted as a move. I just wanted to see what it would feel like when I kiss Haley while we're hanging. So I can think about it tonight."

Amy was suddenly stunned by an insight, perceiving the existence of a potential summit of intimacy that even she and Megan had not quite reached, but that Holly and Haley would. When the two of them, Amy thought, already two halves of a single person, feel the degree of merging that is possible when hanging together... Amy shivered as her mind imagined an intensity of feeling beyond her own experience.

Holly frowned. "Amy? You okay?"

Amy took a deep breath. "Oh, yeah. I was just... remembering." Yeah, Amy thought, she'll buy that. No need to tell her what I was really thinking about. She'll find out soon enough.

Holly bounced on her feet. "If I reminded you of Megan, I guess I must have been doing it right. Can we do it again? Please?"

Amy laughed, tickled by Holly's inexhaustible enthusiasm. "A little later, but we need to rest. Let's take about twenty minutes..." She shook her head at Melissa, who had started untying her hands. "No, you can leave that. Just get the nooses off so we can sit awhile."

As Jana removed Holly's noose, Holly said, "I'm already getting a feeling for it..."

Amy nodded. "I could tell that."

Holly's grin returned. "So can we try one little move next time? I was thinking I could twist a little and rub my breasts against yours."

It was on the tip of Amy's tongue to remind her again that there was plenty of time over the coming weeks, but she laughed instead. Holly's excitement never failed to be infectious. "Okay, but not until the last segment, okay? I still want to focus mainly on the basics for now."

Holly nodded eagerly. "Okay!" She hopped down from the platform, graceful as always despite her tied hands.

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THAT NIGHT

Amy lay with her eyes closed, her skin tingling as she felt Holly's kiss-licks between her breasts. She couldn't take much more, she knew, without pouncing on Holly, but she wanted to prolong the buildup as long as she could.

They had Amy's room to themselves for the night. Shawna, her hanging just a week away, was spending the night with Wendy and Rita.

Amy twitched suddenly as the seeming electrical bolt ripped through her body, the accumulation of erotic tension spilling over all at once. There, she thought, that's my limit. She wriggled down the bed to bring her face even with Holly's, covering Holly's mouth with her own for a long, moaning kiss. Holly, in answer, moaned as well, wrapping her arms tightly around Amy, the top of her thigh rubbing Amy's pussy, as they floated together on the river of want to the eventual waterfall of orgasm.

As her breathing returned slowly to normal afterward, Amy smiled and gave Holly a softer kiss. Holly smiled back, and said huskily, "I love you, Amy."

Not needing to think about it, Amy responded, "I love you too, Holly."

Holly looked at her hopefully. "Could you and Haley make love sometime? I don't want her to miss this."

Amy blinked. Holly's thoughts were never, at any time, far from Haley. Amy was amazed, again, at the commitment to hanging so strong in them that they could agree to such a long separation for the sake of it. She grinned. "Of course, Holly. I don't want to miss it either."

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ONE WEEK LATER

Amy could easily hear the anticipatory buzz of conversation punctuated by laughter from the other side of the curtain that hid, for the present, the backyard hanging stage. Amy finished tightening the noose around Shawna's neck, as both of them stood on the platform. Shawna's skin shone in the sunlight, reflecting off the cooking oil coating it, and her eyes, as with every other Hanging Girl Amy had known, had that glow of the Big Day. With an open-mouthed grin of excitement, she whispered to Amy, "I just want to say thank you, one more time. Thank you. Thank you. Okay, that was two more." She giggled.

Amy kissed her, and whispered back, "I've always considered us even. I got to room with Megan, and I owe you so much for making that possible. And don't try to tell me again you wouldn't have reached this show without me. You were always going to be one of the best Hanging Girls ever, and nothing could have stopped that."

"Well then, thank you for being such a great roommate yourself the last couple of months." She was about to go on, but her eyes suddenly widened, at the sound of footsteps on the stage in front of the curtain. "I think it's time."

Amy gave her one more kiss, whispered "Have a great show," jumped down from the platform and retreated to the back of the stage. She assumed a parade-rest posture, holding the heart monitor behind her. She was dressed in a silky ensemble that was basically pajamas, with full-length pants and a short-sleeved blouse with a very low neckline to reveal plenty of cleavage. It was all in executioner's black, though Amy would not be pulling the lever to hang Shawna. It was more for the purpose of allowing her to disappear into the background of black curtain at the rear of the stage, so that all attention could be focused, appropriately, on Shawna. Out of the corners of her eyes Amy could see, at either side of the stage, Sid and Bill, their bodyguards for the show, in black suits, standing motionless as they awaited, like Amy and Shawna, the opening of the curtain.

On the other side of the curtain, Amy could hear the host for the party, Gary Blair, clear his throat, as the crowd gradually quieted, and hear his voice saying, "I'm glad all of you could be here today. As you know, I've planned a special event here today prior to the barbecue -- it has to come before the barbecue, not the other way around." The audience laughed heartily.

He went on, "Anyway, most of you have met our guest and dinner, but let me have her introduce herself anyway." With that, he pulled on the curtain cord, drawing it aside to reveal Shawna. The revelation, as always, was accompanied by gasps. No matter that several of them had already seen her naked in bed, in the tent, beforehand. This was different. To suddenly see her, a living, nude, golden statue in the sunlight, atop her platform, as if she were ten feet tall, was inevitably stunning.

Shawna beamed at the crowd of about thirty, as the gasps and whispers died out. "Hi! I'm Shawna, and I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to meet all of you. But at least I'll be meat for all of you."

As the laughter subsided, she went on, "Okay, does everybody have their numbered tickets? Does anybody not have one?" Some members of the crowd reached into their pockets, some nodded. None spoke. Shawna went on, "Okay, we've got three prizes to give out. The first is for first choice of a cut of my meat -- anywhere on my body. While Mr. Blair holds the bowl with numbered slips of paper, my friend Amy will reach in and pick one out. Amy?" Shawna turned to look behind her.

Grinning, choking back a laugh, Amy stepped forward, reflecting on the wide variety of ideas among people who bought Hanging Girls. She'd never seen a party anything like this. As Blair held the bowl towards her, Amy made a show of looking away as she reached blindly into the bowl, fished out one of the slips of paper, and held it up so Shawna could see.

Shawna squinted. "Okay, uhhh... thirteen. Right?" As Amy nodded in confirmation, there was a squeal of delight from a woman who was either the girlfriend or wife of a man in the crowd holding up his hand with a grin. The man came up to the stage and stepped up onto it, showing his ticket to Blair.

Blair patted him on the back. "Well done, Davey. Oh, here." Blair pulled a black marking pen out of his pocket. "You'll need this. Just pick out a cut and outline it."

The man named Davey blinked in surprise. "What, right on her?"

Blair grinned. "Go on, mark your territory, Davey."

Shawna looked down, smiling. "You can come up here with me if you need to."

Looking slightly embarrassed, Davey stepped up onto the platform beside Shawna. Out of the corner of his eye, he must have seen Bill, the bodyguard, watching him warily. To Shawna, Davey said, "Uhhh, okay to touch?"

Shawna nodded. "Sure, just don't push me off, of course."

Self-consciously, Davey ran his hand over the back of Shawna's thigh, then up over her buttock, as Shawna twitched slightly and giggled. She said to him, "That's fine, if that's what you want, but really, anywhere."

Davey smiled, took a deep breath, reached up and gave her left breast a slight squeeze. Shawna laughed. "Yeah, I thought so. If you want it, go ahead and mark it."

Davey uncapped the pen, and slowly drew a circle around her entire breast. Giving the crowd an uncertain smile, he hopped down from the platform, to laughter and applause from the crowd, and a shout of "Yes, Davey!" from his girlfriend/wife.

As Davey jumped down from the stage and was hugged by his woman, Blair raised the bowl again, and looked up at Shawna.

Burying a case of giggles, Shawna said, "Okay, the next prize winner gets to do the traditional stabbing after I'm dead. Show them where, please, Amy."

Amy stooped to pick up a long knife on the stage floor beside the platform, then stood beside the platform. "This is one of our Hanging Academy traditions. The winner here should wait for a signal from me, then put the knife in right here... could I have that marker?" She accepted it from Blair, and made a small dot just below Shawna's sternum. "Just plunge it all the way in, up to the hilt, and be ready to get a little blood on your clothes." She smiled and reached for the bowl, turning her face away again, and pulled out another slip, holding it up for Shawna.

Shawna could see it more easily, as Amy held it up a little higher. "Okay, five. Who has..."

The answer became obvious as a young woman yelped and covered her face with her hands. Taking her hands down to reveal a grin, she came forward and jumped up on the stage.

Blair nodded happily to her, "Okay, Marcy!"

Marcy turned to Amy, biting her lip. "So what do I need to do?"

Amy smiled at her. "Nothing, yet. But hold this." Amy handed her the knife. "You can stand back there with me during the hanging, and I'll let you know when to stab her." Marcy nodded nervously and retreated to the back of the stage where Amy had been standing.

Amy could see that Shawna was almost bubbling over with excitement. With a grin, Shawna said, "Okay, now we come to the big prize -- at least that's my opinion." More laughs. "Get your tickets ready, because the next winner gets to hang me. Amy?" She waited as Amy reached into the bowl one more time.

Shawna squinted again. "Okay, the winner is..." She paused, letting anticipation build. "Eighty-one!" She frowned. "Wait, there can't be..." Then she laughed. "Amy, you've got it upside down!"

An excited female voice in the crowd said, "Oh, eighteen?" Amy nodded, and the woman pumped both fists exultantly and ran up to the stage.

Blair led the applause. "Way to go, Jeannie!"

The girl grinned happily, and turned immediately to Amy as the expert. "Okay, what do I do?"

Amy rested her palm on the lever. "When you're ready, just pull this back towards you." It occurred to Amy that the girl might find the task a little more difficult when the time came. In a low voice, she asked, "Have you snuffed anybody before?"

Jeannie nodded. "My older sister. We hanged her at home. Of course, it was nothing like this, with so many people and..." She indicated the platform. "...fancy equipment. I just pulled the bucket out from under her."

Amy smiled at her. "That must have been great." In a still lower voice, she said, "Just do it when you're ready. You don't need to ask Shawna. As soon as you pull it, back off out of the way so everybody can concentrate on Shawna."

Jeannie nodded again, her face growing serious as she prepared for her official duties. She grasped the lever firmly, and in seconds, the crowd grew very still. Jeannie, apparently conscious of having become part of the show, stood still for several beats, a smile curling the corners of her lips. Shawna, Amy saw before she backed towards the rear curtain again, had her eyes closed, breathing deeply, slowly, evenly.

In pin-drop silence, or as near as it gets to it outdoors, Jeannie gave the lever a firm pull, and quickly, as requested, backed away, as Shawna began sinking, and the rope grew taut and soon pulled her aloft.

As soon as Shawna established her rhythm in her kicking, she immediately began her performance with her own strength, her desperation stretching/wriggling, drawing oohs from the crowd, which quickly turned to the familiar gasps and aroused moans as she cycled through the now-standard choreography, including Holly's new move. Jeannie, Amy saw, was watching wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Amy smiled to herself. Now, Amy thought, Jeannie can see the difference between an amateur and a trained professional. She immediately apologized to herself for the thought, not wanting even in the privacy of her head to insult the memory of Jeannie's sister, whose snuff had no doubt been exciting in its own way.

From several locations in the crowd, Amy could already, in just these first few minutes, hear indications of approaching sexual climaxes. Shawna must have heard the sounds too, as she seemed now to be concentrating on the moves that brought the greatest reaction.

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Twenty minutes later, the audience now enthusiastically applauding, Shawna spasmed in the throes of her last orgasm, gave a few final listless kicks, and was still, no longer contributing to her residual slight twisting and pendulum swinging that was itself gradually dying out. Amy watched her carefully, holding the heart monitor, though only to confirm the judgment of her own experienced eye as to the moment of death. She was aware of the girl Marcy, standing tensely beside her, waiting for her cue. The thought crossed Amy's mind that every young adult seeks out signs of his or her own maturity, having spent nearly their entire lifetimes regarding themselves as kids and wanting to embrace their new promotion to adulthood. That's part of the excitement I feel at these moments, Amy told herself. When I see a friend my own age hanging dead, about to be cooked, carved, and eaten, I know I'm a woman, not a girl. I can have what Shawna has just had, the fulfilling end every woman is entitled to. And I'm ready for it, just as Shawna was ready for it. I'm having to wait for it, but it will be here soon.

As the applause subsided, Amy felt a tap on her arm, and looked into Marcy's eyes. A glance at the monitor verified that Shawna was, indeed, gone. Amy smiled at Marcy and gave her an encouraging go-ahead gesture.

Marcy made no move to emerge from her background position against the curtain. Her face was one concentrated blush. She stammered, "I just... I just...?" She made a brief stabbing motion with the knife, and gave Amy a questioning look.

Amy smiled at her. "Sweetie, she won't feel it, I promise."

"Oh, it's not that. I mean, I know she's dead, but..." She gestured vaguely at the crowd. "They're not."

Amy could see Marcy's girlfriend giving her encouraging hand gestures. But Marcy seemed terminally shy, unwilling to be the center of attention of a crowd of people in a party mood. Amy touched the girl's upper arm gently. "Do you want me to do it? I've done it before." She glanced towards Blair, who was within earshot. He snorted and nodded, smiling.

Marcy grinned happily. "Oh, would you?" Eagerly she handed Amy the knife.

Amy shrugged, walked forward, stopped just in front of Shawna and held the knife up high. Looking over the crowd, she grinned. "You guys ready for some barbecued girl?"

In unison to a surprising degree, everyone shouted, "Yes!"

Amy shouted back, "Well, let me get things started then!" Bringing the knife down to shoulder level, Amy sighted her target just below Shawna's ribs out of the corner of her eye, then in one motion swung around and planted the knife deep into Shawna. An initial stream of blood spurted onto Amy's sleeve and arm, quickly subsiding and flowing down Shawna's stomach, as the fleeting thought passed through Amy that she hoped the Academy cleaners were able to get the bloodstains out of this outfit. The crowd cheered and applauded once more.

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Amy breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the door to the student area clicked closed behind her. As far as she knew, she didn't need to leave the grounds again until the day of her own hanging -- which not only made that event feel tantalizingly close, but also meant she could stop thinking about Andrew for an extended period of time.

Early as it was, about nine o'clock, Amy felt like going straight to bed. She was a little tired for sex, and hoped Melissa would understand. Amy's three students would be taking turns spending nights in Amy's room while the other two slept in their own room in the Second Year dorm.

She opened the door to her room, blinked, and choked back a laugh. Melissa wasn't there, but Jana was.

Jana was kneeling beside the bed, along its long side, bent over it, her upper body resting on the bed itself. Ropes around each upper thigh near the knee, tied to the nearer legs of the bed on opposite sides, held her knees wide apart, while behind them her ankles were crossed and tied together. Her arms were spread wide beyond her head, held at the wrists by ropes running to opposite far corners of the bed. She was blindfolded and gagged. And naked, of course.

Her waist was circled by a wide, multicolored ribbon, tied in a big bow in the small of her back.

Beside her hip, on the edge of the bed, lay a strap-on dildo from one of the party rooms.

At the sound of the door opening, Jana had raised her head, to the extent she was able, facing blindly in Amy's direction, and mmmmphed something unintelligible.

Amy felt her tiredness slip away from her in the same way her clothes did as she shrugged out of them. Melissa knew, she thought, exactly what I needed tonight.

Her practiced fingers quickly buckled the straps of the dildo, and she knelt behind Jana, untying the bow and removing the ribbon. She ran her fingers over Jana's back, feeling the girl shiver, hearing her moans of anticipation. She spent a few minutes giving Jana wet kisses along her back, down to her buttocks, and licked her way down Jana's thigh.

At what she judged to be the right moment, she let the tip of the dildo graze Jana's swollen labia. With a high-pitched squeal, Jana's whole body tensed, and she tried to thrust her hips back to bring the dildo inside. Amy teased her with it a moment longer, then pushed it in. It slid into Jana almost frictionlessly, as Jana made a low grunting sound of both satisfaction and need.

Amy leaned forward, her waist bending around Jana's buttocks, her stomach resting on Jana's back, and pushed her hands under Jana's chest to cup one of Jana's breasts in each. Softly kissing Jana's neck, gently squeezing her breasts, Amy began thrusting. As Jana's moans became more rapid, breathy, and higher pitched, Amy's own excitement and anticipation rose as well. I know, thought Amy, I'll be getting a really nice orgasm later in return for this. Jana is so sweet that way.



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