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story_codes: mmm+/g(8), oral, first, non-cons, semi-cons

story_intro: Young Darcy begins high school enroute to a fast track to college in a couple of years. The little genius may be years ahead of her new classmates in her studies, but she has much to learn when a group of them decide to conduct some experiments on her preteen body.

story_language: English




Advanced Learning

Written by madvlad


	When the new girl walked into calculus class on her first day at Central High School, the boys immediately checked her out to see if she was worth investigating further. But the interest in her physical appearance was short lived, although there were some curious looks from both boys and girls.

	The girl was definitely on the skinny side with a completely flat chest. She gazed at the other students through the oval lenses of her glasses before blushing and awkwardly taking a seat. As she fumbled with her bright pink book bag, several colorful plastic clip-on animals swayed where they were attached to the various zippers. The twin braids of her mousy brown hair moved in much the same manner until she found her text book and placed it on her desk.

	The teacher was waiting patiently until her new pupil was ready and smiled when she met the girl's eyes.

	"Class, this is Darcy. She was just advanced into high school. Be sure you get to know her while she's here as she'll likely be in college in two years."

	There were some surprised mutters and whispered exclamations at this announcement. A sixteen year-old junior who was sitting next to the new girl turned to her and asked, "How old are you?"

	Darcy blushed, uncomfortable with the attention despite having dealt with similar questions as she accelerated through earlier grades.

	"I just turned eight," she answered in a small voice.

	Darcy was used to being a curiosity since her intelligence was practically off the high end of the measurable scale. Although she loved the schoolwork, she hated the odd looks and attentions she usually received. Some of the kids in the middle school she had just finished had been downright mean. Fortunately, the high school kids were more mildly amused than anything else. But even that wore off and Darcy was pretty much left alone. 

	She did feel isolated outside of class discussions because there was just nothing that the precociously bright eight year-old had in common with teenagers. Once, when she was in a rare, adventurous mood, Darcy tried to strike up a conversation with a group of pretty girls who were obviously some of the most popular kids in the school. She asked them about cheerleading, since they were part of the squad - hoping to make friends with them even though she really had no interest in cheerleading or sports. But the girls just smirked and then pointedly ignored her.

	Left alone with her books and her studies, Darcy often stayed late in the school's library. But it was safe for her as a public transit bus stop was at a nearby corner and she could use it to get home well after the school buses were gone.

	Late one afternoon, Darcy was done with her studies a little earlier. Although she loved to immerse herself in books, sometimes she felt painfully aware of how different she was and was overcome with a sense of isolation. Unable to concentrate, she wandered through the building. Passing the gymnasium, she heard the squeak of sneakers and the odd-pitched pounding of a basketball. It was a junior varsity game in progress to be followed by a varsity match-up, but she had no interest in it. 

	She turned down another hallway she wasn't familiar with. There was a utility room and then two different doors labeled as team locker rooms. Passing the second door, she heard several people laughing. Feeling acutely lonely, Darcy desperately wanted some company. Surely some happy people would let her join them. The door was unlocked and she stepped in, hoping for...

	"Shit! What's she doing here?"

	"Ashley, didn't you lock the door?"

	"I thought I did. Damn!"

	The cheerleaders who had blown off Darcy earlier in the week were gathered with the boy's varsity team. An open bottle of vodka was on the counter by the trainer's table and all of the teens were holding paper cups.

	Darcy tried to stammer a reply as Seth, a tall black sixteen year-old who was the team's starting center, brushed passed her and closed the door, locking it.

	"Just let her go," said Ashley, on of the cheerleaders. "The little brat won't tell anyone what we were doing - not if she knows what's good for her."

	"No, she's got something on us," said another cheerleader, Carly, fixing the little girl with a cold stare. 

	"I won't tell," Darcy peeped as she stepped backward. She tripped and fell down hard on her butt. Her stumble and drop made her skirt flip up over her thin thighs, exposing her plain white panties.

	Several of the older kids snickered at Darcy's embarrassment, but Carly eyed Darcy's crotch and had an evil idea. Positioning herself between Darcy and the door, Carly told the eight year-old to strip.

	"What?" squeaked Darcy.

	"Strip, or we'll rip your clothes off," Carly snarled. "Then we'll get pictures of you and if you ever tell anyone we were drinking, your naked little pussy will be spread on posters all over school."

	"Noooo!" Darcy moaned as she looked to the others for help.

	But this was a bad crowd for mercy. The team and the cheerleaders shared a vicious streak, often selecting a single student for some kind of humiliation or other harassment. Sharing smiles, they took out cell phones and selected the camera functions, ready for some blackmail. 

	Frightened, Darcy slowly stripped, exposing her frail, thin body. After several minutes of fumbling, she stood before them only wearing her glasses. She held one hand over her vagina and was reluctant to move it until Carly jerked her arm. The cameras fired and as Darcy struggled, Carly spun her around so her friends could get more pictures of Darcy's ass.

	Ken, another basketball player, reached forward and grabbed a handful of eight year-old rump, making Darcy squawk. He had only meant it to be a joke, but the feel of the tight curve of the child's smooth, warm buttock made his dick twitch. Reaching out again, he grabbed Darcy again, this time holding and squeezing her bottom while Darcy choked out some sobs.

	"Remember Pauline?" he asked the others, drawing some nasty laughter in response.

	Pauline was a plump freshman the boys had cornered a month ago with the help of Carly and Ashley, who had pretended to befriend the shy girl. But when Pauline's "friends" had suggested that the girl get laid, Pauline had protested, saying she was a good girl and was saving herself for marriage. 

	Then the team showed up with something else in mind. Pauline was held down and stripped, her soft breasts roughly pawed while other hands roamed through the downy collection of fine hairs in her crotch. Pauline's copious pleas to keep her virginity did have some effect, however. Not that the fourteen year-old appreciated much was she was forced to her hands and knees.

	Pauline's doughy ass cheeks jiggled as one boy after another rammed himself into her rear end. Jason, a senior, had led the way, driving his stiffened member through the girl's virgin anus. 

	Since none of the cheerleaders were interested in putting out that way, the boys had a mighty good time abusing Pauline's ass. Seth was last, his black meat the thickest and making Pauline howl anew as she was further stretched. But she was so much fun that everyone had another round, leaving the young teen lying on the ground with their cum dripping from her throbbing rectum. Her cunt remained untouched with her precious hymen intact.

	"So are we having another rump roast?" Seth asked, fingering his prick through his shorts.

	"I was thinking of pussy if you guys think you can fit it in."

	Their eyes all shifted to Darcy's pussy; the inverted triangle of smooth flesh bisected by a tiny slit. Carly was holding the youngster's arms behind her back, so Darcy was hopelessly exposed.

	"Yeah, Brain Girl thinks she'll find a way to outsmart us," Jason drawled. "So we should give her a taste of what will happen if she does."

	"I'll give her a taste of something else," Drew, another senior, said as he pulled down his shorts. "She's fucked up the grading curve in my physics class, so let's see if she can use her mouth for something else then explaining Bernoulli's equation."

	Bernoulli had accurately postulated that as fluid pressure decreased, flow increased. Darcy was quite familiar with several derivations of this principle but was rudely introduced to another, cruder form of this as the release of pressure in a pair of testicles accelerated the flow of semen.

	Under physical threat, she opened her mouth and received Drew's prick. When told to suck, she closed her lips around his shaft. She was deathly afraid of touching his vile thing with her tongue, but had no choice when he pushed it further in. Trying to keep from choking, she pushed back with her tongue. 

	"She loves it!" Drew cried when the little girl's tongue desperately rubbed against his probing head. 

	Darcy's head was swimming, trying to comprehend this act. With her defenses down, she surrendered as Drew grabbed her head and began fucking her face. Her heart froze when he warned her about using teeth. The others - both boys and girls - shouted commands to suck harder and to lap Drew with her tongue. 

	Drew responded with positive proof of Bernoulli's work sending jets of spunk slamming against the back of Darcy's mouth. The little girl sputtered at her first musky mouthful of sperm, but Drew kept his dick jammed there until she was forced to swallow. Once satisfied that she had done so, Drew pulled away. Darcy looked up miserably at the group surrounding her as some of Drew's issue dribbled from one corner of her mouth. Several girls laughed at the sight of the little waif, so helpless and yet with a sluttish trail of goo staining her chin.

	For the other boys, it was an invitation and Darcy spent the next half hour with lengths of cock thrusting through the grip of her mouth. But despite her despair, Darcy's analytical nature took over and she found the harder she sucked and the more she pressed with her tongue, the faster that normal squirting would come and it would be over - until the next cock. By the time the eight year-old had sucked of the entire team, her lips were raw and her mouth was coated with man slime. Much of the stuff went to her belly, where it rested sourly while more drooled and spattered over her skinny chest. 

	"Here you go, this will help you grow tits," Ashley said as she rubbed the semen on Darcy's body over the little girl's petite nipples. "See?"

	The friction of Ashley's fingers and the gooey feel of jism made Darcy's flesh respond on its own, the small pink points stiffening. It felt good, but Darcy was dreadfully embarrassed by this, confusing the little girl as she learned more lessons than any textbook could provide. As she tried to process this, she was lifted and placed on the trainer's table lying face up.

	One of the cheerleaders pinned Darcy's arms over her head while two more each took and ankle and held the girl's legs wide apart. Jason, the team captain, scooped some of the jism from Darcy's front and rubbed it into the cleft between her soft, fleshy labia. Darcy squirmed fiercely at this new degradation, but could not break free. Then Jason put that horrible thing he had shoved in her mouth before and pushed it against her bald little twat. 

	Darcy tried to yell, but Carly clamped a hand over her mouth. Now she couldn't move at all with her hands, ankles and face held in place while Jason grasped her shapeless hips as he kept trying to force his penis into Darcy's cunny. Carly watched as the eight year-old's vulva changed shape, bulging and spreading sideways as Jason forced his way into the tiny entrance. 

	Darcy's eyes were wide behind her glasses (which had somehow managed to stay in place) while her first screams vibrated against Carly's palm. Jason's prick made the little girl's inner lips stretch as they grabbed tightly at his meat. Then her membrane was under attack, straining and straining and making Darcy's eyes water.

	The little girl was frantic, feeling that if this torture continued, something would break down there. Then it did - the maidenhead giving way and the basketball player surging inward, forcing the innocent child's virgin chamber open until it was completely filled with hard teen cock.

	Once Darcy's cherry had ruptured, Jason grunted lustfully as the eight year-old's pussy reluctantly took his prick, engulfing it in under-aged tightness and the hot, slick fluids of her surrendered virginity. He had pleasured himself with plenty of willing (and some not so willing) cunts before, but there was nothing quite like the rapture of this kiddy cunt pulsing and shifting around his thrusting meat as he taught Darcy a forceful lesson in rape.

	He rutted enthusiastically inside the child, bruising her helpless cuntlet as he made her insides shift to take everything he could fit inside her. With his balls ready to burst, he seeded Darcy's unprepared uterus with potent, teenage sperm.

	In all of her reading, Darcy had a vague, clinical understanding how babies were made. She had thought the process as she had read it was quite distasteful. But as she felt the eruption inside her sex, the little girl realized with horror the act that had just been consummated. Jason met her eyes and grinned as he pulled out of her.

	"Yeah, you'll always remember your first," he rasped before looking down at the damage he had done. 

	Darcy's wide-stretched crotch was smeared with her virginal blood, some of it reaching as far as the unblemished skin of her inner thighs. The gobs of semen escaping her torn-open cunt joined the mess before the next ballplayer plugged her quim with his dick.

	Ashley had the lascivious idea of rubbing Darcy's clit as the team took their turns with the little girl. Darcy didn't understand the mysterious flashes that shot from her groin amid the crushing pain of the unrelenting attack on her body. But they made her want more in some odd way. More cheerleaders got involved, playing with her clitty while cocks raced in and out of her squishy pussy mound and tweaking her nipples to stiffness again. 

	Darcy didn't even realize that she was no longer being held down as one boy after another ravished her. For some reason, her cunny was getting wet on its own as more flashes and twitches inflamed it, making her tight, childish tunnel steamier as more cocks battered it and sullied her womb with loads of thick jism.

	When Carly locked her mouth onto Darcy's, the little girl instinctively treated the invading tongue like a cock, flicking and rubbing it with her smaller tongue. Her head was swimming as she was French kissed while yet another prick was battering her young twat.

	Someone took her hand and wrapped it around something hot and hard. When Carly pulled away, Darcy turned her head and saw her hand holding the base of Drew's cock which was still dripping fuck juices from his turn in her cuntlet. He stepped forward, and it seemed natural for Darcy to open her mouth and take him in. Goaded by all of the stimulation she was receiving, the little girl sucked and licked with vigor.

	When she first took Drew in her mouth, Darcy recognized the taste of semen, but also tasted something else - a light, distinctively different flavor that she suddenly figured out was that of her own pussy. She shuddered in embarrassment while at the same time getting another hard jolt from her quim in reaction to tasting her own sex.

	Darcy's slender body, with its smooth skin drenched in sweat, was writhing on the table - in agony and pleasure, revulsion and arousal - as she took cocks from both ends. More jism was fired into her mouth and bald twat before the cycle was repeated over and over. Carly grinned at Ashley and the others girls, watching the little girl struggle with her gang rape while beginning her transformation into a slut.

	When Seth entered her tiny canal, Darcy cried one again as the meatier teen cock made her eight year-old cuntlet take even more abuse. With Darcy's mouth opening wider and her neck shifting at just the right angle, Jason, the boy currently with his dick planted in her face, was able to shove his cock into her throat.

	Darcy struggled for air while at the same time her cunny jolts intensified. Jason and Seth crammed their way into her, making the little girl stretch on the inside while her spasms took her to the brink. Seth heaved his black shaft into the child's pale loins as he felt her shuddering intensify. Wracked by orgasm and exhausted from her pain and terror, Darcy blacked out as her climax crested. It was a only a few seconds later when she came to, feeling the teen's cocks withdrawing from her slick holes after shooting their slime into her. Somewhere in the distance, a loud buzzer sounded. 

	"Shit, that's the end of the JV game," one of the boys muttered. "We've gotta get ready."

	A bleary-eyed Darcy was hustled into the shower, rinsed, and hurriedly dried off before being re-dressed. 

	"Remember, we've got pictures of you," Carly whispered in her ear as she was taken to the door. "And if that's not enough, we've got plenty of hardcore video of you taking cock and getting felt up by girls just like the little whore you are."

	The cheerleaders rushed by her into the hallway and into their own locker room as the door closed behind them. Still in shock from her abuse and her body's rather delicious response to everything, Darcy stood alone in the hall.

	The following morning, Darcy tottered to her locker, her crotch protesting the pounding it had taken the day before. She didn't exactly remember taking the bus home or what she had for dinner with her parents, but obviously she had done both without incident. For a minute, she thought it had all been a disturbing, yet strangely exciting dream when she awoke in the morning. 

	But the ache was still there, dull but undeniable. With her hand under the covers, Darcy carefully examined the hairless mound that had taken so much. Feeling naughty, she slipped a finger inside, recalling the strange twinges that stood out from the agony of her assaults. Then her mother knocked on her bedroom door to make sure she was awake and Darcy went back to being the little girl she was.

	As she opened her locker, a folded piece of newspaper tumbled out. Wincing as she bent to get it, Darcy unfolded it and read the piece. It was an article about last night's game where Central high's varsity team crushed the defending state champions from Capitol City. 

	"It was amazing," Coach Dalton, Central's head coach was quoted. "I've never seen them play so inspired. Whatever it took, I hope they can get it up again in the playoffs."

	Scrawled in red pen below the article was a note to Darcy. It read, "See you in the locker room on Thursday - four o'clock sharp."

	

	
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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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