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Filename: grading1.txt
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story_codes: mmmm/g(11) young boys/little girl, humiliation, rape

story_intro: Having already skipped ahead two grades, Naomi is once again scoring high marks on her tests which ruins the grading curve for the rest of her classmates. Now she's about to get a lesson in retribution.


story_language: English





Grading the Curve, part 1

Written by madvlad


	One month into the school year, the air inside the classroom was stifling as the summer tried for one more surge of glory in temperature while the building's previously idled air conditioning tried to make up lost ground. Paper rattled as students fanned themselves while the math teacher, Mr. Nolan cleared his throat.

	"Here are your second tests," he announced. "And for those of you looking for room to improve, there will be plenty of that to go around."

	Moans and grumbles followed as eight graders stared at their papers, most of them littered with tracks of red ink that marked their errors and deducted points.

	"But Mr. Nolan?" a girl asked in a wheedling tone as she swept a hand through her blonde hair with a show of well-rehearsed casualness. "Aren't you going to bump our grades up on a curve?"

	Leo Nolan had done that on the first exam and explained that he would do so with each subsequent test as he had done in previous years. The highest score in the class would be corrected up to a perfect 100 with all other tests receiving that same amount of points added to their final score. 

	"There's no curve correction when the highest score is already at 100," the teacher shrugged. "And since Miss Fletcher, here, only joined us two weeks ago, it makes her grade even more impressive."

	More groans floated in the sultry air. Seated near the front, Naomi Fletcher's ears turned red beneath the long locks of her chestnut brown hair. A wad of paper grazed her shoulder as it was thrown by an anonymous student. Further away, Toby Gorman, a fourteen year-old repeating the eighth grade covered his face with his huge hands and his powerful frame sagged in despair. 

	"Bullshit," Andy Dietrich hissed to his friends just loudly enough for Naomi to hear. "She shouldn't even be in this grade."

	It was during times like this that Naomi wished the same thing. She was very intelligent and had already been skipped one earlier grade when she started middle school last year as a ten year-old in the sixth grade. At the start of the new school year, she progressed with her classmates into seventh grade but testing during the first week confirmed what her parents and earlier teachers had assumed. Naomi was skipped to the eighth grade. 

	Already an object of curiosity, Naomi found the attitudes toward her turning to derision and resentment. But what was she supposed to do? Tank her tests? At home, she and her sister had always been positively encouraged in their schoolwork and both girls took satisfaction. With her birthday in late August, Hannah had already been the youngest girl in her class when she was skipped forward for the first time and the girl, at just barely eight, was now in fourth grade. Naomi hoped that Hannah's new classmates were more forgiving.

	"Man! Is eighth grade really that tough?"

	The bell had rung five minutes ago to signal the day's dismissal for students. Naomi had been walking slowly when some of her former classmates from the last few years caught up with her. Dennis and Ian lived in Naomi's neighborhood near the school and always rode their bikes to school while Naomi preferred to walk. If the two boys had their way, they'd probably ride their bikes inside the school and Naomi rarely saw them off of them when they were at home. 

	Another girl, Alicia, was with them. She lived farther away but her mother often picked her up from school so she often waited as the buses left. Last year, Naomi, Dennis, and Ian usually hung out with her until her mother arrived. Now Naomi found herself missing the three of them even more.

	After Naomi explained what had happened in math class, Dennis whistled and shook his head.

	"I'd be bummed, too, but it's not your fault you're smart," he said.

	"Yeah," Alicia spat. "What are you supposed to do, act stupid?"

	"Math is my worst subject but anyone can pass if they just study enough," Ian noted.

	As he said that, Toby Gorman was walking by. In response to Ian's statement, the huge boy rubbed his brow and moaned to himself.

	"Dude," Dennis whispered. "He sounded just like Chewbacca when he did that."

	The four of them tried not to giggle - but failed. Alicia checked over her shoulder to make sure that Toby was still moving away and out of earshot before she held up a warning finger to Dennis.

	"Be careful," she admonished. "Wookiees tear people's arms off when they get angry."

	There was more laughter but Dennis did look at Toby, now pulling his bike from a rack, to make sure the boy wasn't charging back toward with torn limbs on his mind. 

	"Hey, Fletcher," a sullen voice called out.

	Naomi turned to see Mike, one of Andy's friends approaching. Andy was the ring leader of a quartet of boys who seemed to live for trouble and took special delight in sending disparaging remarks her way. When Mike saw her looking his way, he jerked a thumb over his shoulder to point inside the school. 

	"Mr. Nolan wants to see you."

	"I'll see you guys later," Naomi said as she followed Mike back inside.

	The boy did not wait for her and she had to hurry to catch up as he entered Mr. Nolan's room. Mike stopped just inside the doorway and Naomi had to juke at the last moment to keep from running into him. 

	Typical, she thought, that he would make even entering a room tough on her. When she looked at the teacher's desk, she did not see him. But Andy and his other two buddies, Marc and Tony were there smirking. Behind Naomi, the door closed and she heard the deadbolt slide as Mike locked it.

	Her glasses were not crooked but she straightened them anyway; a nervous habit. While Mike stood behind her, Andy and the others closed in. 

	"Little Miss Perfect Score," Andy sneered. "So much better than us. But I don't think you have what it takes to be in eighth grade."

	"I can do the schoolwork just fine," she replied primly, hoping her voice didn't carry the tremors she was feeling.

	"I wasn't talking about grades. I was talking about tits," Andy said as he reached for her chest.

	Shocked, Naomi stepped backward - right into Mike. When Andy's hand came too close, she slapped it down. If she hoped that would bring him to his senses, she was sorely disappointed when he merely laughed. Then Mike grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her.

	Now Andy pressed both hands to her chest and his fingers closed around the slight swellings beneath her training bra. When Naomi opened her mouth to yell, he took one hand away and balled it into a fist before driving it into her stomach. She would have fallen had Mike not been holding her arms but she did lean forward enough to lose her glasses. Tony lifted his foot to step on them but Andy waved him off before returning his attention to their red-faced captive as she struggled for breath.

	"Let's see if you can do this math, bitch," he said in an eerily calm voice. "If there's four of us and one of you, who is going to get their way?"

	Naomi could only pant raggedly as she sucked oxygen back into her lungs.

	"Let me add another...what the fuck do they call it...yeah, another factor into your math equation."

	Andy pulled out his cell phone and showed Naomi a photo on it. The flush in her face had been starting to ebb before she suddenly went deathly pale. In the picture on the phone was a solitary girl, quite slender and with glasses identical to Naomi's. But the girl was shorter and her hair, while long and straight, was a lighter shade of brown - nearly blonde. It was Hannah.

	"I heard this little bitch has already jumped a grade. She'll be fucking up the grading curve before long, too. Maybe you can tell her why she shouldn't. Or we will."

	"Don't...please...," Naomi rasped.

	"Don't mess with her? Okay, we won't. But only if you do what we say."

	"Yes," Naomi agreed quietly, fighting not to show any tears. 

	No boy had ever touched her chest before and she wasn't looking for that to start anytime soon. But if she had to endure some squeezes so they'd leave Hannah alone, she would do that. Hannah would never know and would be happy. 

	Andy nodded to Mike, who released Naomi's arms.

	"So let's see what you look like," Andy said. 

	Confused, Naomi stood in place and hesitantly lifted her arms from her sides.

	"No, you stupid cunt," Andy complained while the other boys laughed. "We want to see you without your clothes."

	Naomi's stomach lurched. They wanted to see her in her underwear. If they touched her chest again, she'd only have her bra to protect herself there. 

	Hannah.

	Naomi's short-sleeved shirt hung low by design so that she was adequately covered below her waist since she was wearing leggings. Drawing the shirt off, her high and tight rear end was nicely displayed.

	"Nice ass," Mike rumbled, making Naomi blush harder at what passed for a compliment. 

	Naomi crossed her arms protectively over her little white training bra before Andy slapped them down. She stood with four pairs of eyes ogling her slim torso and nearly burning through the thin covering that protected the modesty of her freshly budding breasts.

	"Pants," Andy said, matter-of-factly.

	Naomi groaned inwardly at the thought of them seeing her panties, too. But she had to do something else so she could get her leggings off.

	"I have to take my shoes off," she said dully. 

	"Shoes, socks...whatever," Andy impatiently retorted. "Just hurry it up."

	Naomi's fingers felt leaden as she removed her footwear and socks. Then she skinned her leggings off before standing upright. Sniffling, she stood surrounded in just her panties and bra. 

	"Well," said Andy. "Keep going."

	Naomi's jaw dropped. Surely he couldn't mean...

	"I wonder what her sister looks like naked," Marc wondered aloud.

	Naomi felt detached, as if she was watching a bad movie and someone else was playing her. Now the tears rolled freely as she took off her training bra, revealing her young breasts for the first time to anyone but her mother. Even that one time, she had felt embarrassed as her mother helped her put her first training bra in place a few months earlier. 

	The eleven year-old's breasts were as wide as silver dollars and only gradually rounded as they pushed the pink tips of her nipples slightly away from her body. Her skin felt warm there under their gaze and she could feel the points in the middle of the areolas crinkling and going hard with her distress.

	The boys were silent now, staring at the nearly naked preteen as she stood trembling before them. Then Andy stepped forward and took her mounds in his hands again. This time, there were no protective layers of clothing and the tender feminine sprouts were pinched harshly by the thirteen year-old's eager fingers. 

	The boys sniggered as Andy made Naomi's nipples bulge between his digits.

	"Just trying to help you grow them," he remarked. "Mike, get the last part off."

	Mike went around behind Naomi again and grasped the elastic waistband of her plain white panties. Groaning in shame, Naomi felt his hands slide over her pert buttocks as he slid her undies down. When they reached her ankles, he forcibly lifted one foot at a time to get them free and rendered her utterly nude and defenseless. 

	Andy stepped back and all four of them gazed at Naomi's naked, almost fragile form.

	"She looks like a little kid there," Tony laughed as he pointed to the girl's bald vulva. 

	Marc put his hand there, feeling the girl's soft mound while Naomi wept.

	"Not even any fuzz yet," he announced. 

	"Stop crying already," Mike barked as she slapped the back of Naomi's head. 

	Naomi only cried harder and Andy told Mike to back off before he hit her again.

	"Let her wear something," he told the others. "Just one thing. That will make you feel better, right, Naomi?"

	Naomi nodded, grateful that he was finally showing some sympathy. This had really gone too far.

	Tony gave Andy a look of exasperation but when Andy returned a smug look, the boy understood and went to get something from his book bag on a nearby desk.

	"Here you go," he said to Naomi as he waved a strip of leather in front of her. 

	Naomi looked at the thing in puzzlement for a moment. There were some holes near one end the other had a buckle and...

	Tony put it around her neck and she understood. Buckling it in place, he stepped away and all of the boys laughed at the naked youngster in her new dog collar. 

	"Now get on your knees," Andy ordered.

	Naomi stood, dumbfounded. Then Andy slammed his fist into her flat belly, sending her down to her hands and knees as she nearly retched. She was given a minute before Tony grabbed her by the hair and yanked her upright to her knees. When she looked ahead, she could see that Andy's pants were down and that he was holding his...his...

	"Put her glasses on so she gets a good look," said Andy. 

	Naomi already had seen Andy's erection but now it was perfectly focused after Marc put her glasses in place. Andy stepped forward, brandishing his pecker that, to the eleven year-old, looked positively dangerous.

	"Suck it, bitch," he commanded.

	When Naomi couldn't bring herself to open her mouth, despite the ache in her stomach from Andy's last blow, Mike had a suggestion.

	"Maybe Hannah wants a taste."

	Naomi opened her mouth.

	Taking her hair from Tony, Andy gripped it hard enough to make her scalp protest. Then he plugged the younger girl's mouth with his dick.

	"I said suck it," he snarled. "And if you bite it, Hannah will be sorry."

	Naomi pressed her lips around the horrid thing and hoped it would be enough as she pulled a vacuum. But Andy had seen plenty of porn in his young life and, controlling her head, shoved her back and forth while he also used his hips. 

	Already feeling revulsion, Naomi mentally quailed when Andy's glans brushed against her tongue. He clearly liked that as he kept jabbing his prick low with every thrust so that it would glide along her soft, wet muscle. He was working fast, making her dizzy as she salivated from the presence of something in her mouth. 

	"Gllmmmph....mmffff....gggnnnggghhh," she garbled as she tried in vain to keep her spittle from leaking from the corners of her mouth.

	"Check it out - she's drooling," Mark laughed.

	"She loves cock! What a whore!" Tony chimed in.

	"It's something new for her to study," added Mike.

	"Here's something else for her to learn about," Andy said through clenched teeth just before he started to spurt in the preteen's mouth.

	Naomi nearly gagged as the semen splattered inside. When her breasts had first begun their modest development, her mother had taken her out for some "girl time" for lunch and shopping (including her first training bras) and had explained the facts of life to her. While there had been some education in school, Naomi's mother had filled in some of the gaps without getting too graphic. 

	With the boy's spunk pasting the interior of her mouth, Naomi understood that she was tasting the stuff that made babies - the sperm and the semen. Her mother had never mentioned anything beyond straight intercourse and the girl was stunned to find this entering her body this way. She inadvertently swallowed some and tried to keep the rest from sliding into her throat before Andy let go of her hair and pulled out.

	Naomi went down on all fours again, choking and spitting out the rest of the jism although the taste remained. Trying to grasp at anything that would keep her sanity intact, she remembered that she couldn't get pregnant this way. She hadn't even had her first period yet although it would be possible to get pregnant if that other act happened at just the right time.

	That last thought made her immediately push all thoughts of doing "That Thing" from her mind. She feared that even thinking about it would lead to doing that. Then another boy grabbed her hair. It was Mike lifting her up this time and she saw that he, Tony, and Marc all had their pants down. 

	"Let's see if you know how to count to four," Mike said with a nasty grin as he pulled her face toward his prick. "Right now, this is two."

	Naomi's lips felt sore as she spit what she could of Marc's wad out. He had been the fourth one. Exhausted, she looked up and noted with alarm that Andy was hard again. This wasn't fair.

	"I think she's eaten enough," Andy said. "It will spoil her appetite for dinner. Let's do the rest."

	Mike and Marc took Naomi by the arms and lifted her before dragging her backward. Her slender frame was light and she was easily lifted and plunked down on Mr. Nolan's desk, facing up and with her buttocks near the edge. Mike and Mark each pinned her down on one side while Tony put a hand over her mouth.

	Andy spit in his hand and rubbed his erection to make it wet. When he opened her legs, Naomi knew where he intended to put his penis next and she tried to struggle. But the boys were stronger and easily held her. Tony straightened her glasses again so she could see everything and Andy warned her that she had to watch or else Hannah would be made to watch.

	Andy pushed the head of his dick between Naomi's hairless labia and paused. Because of her distress, she was feverishly hot between the fleshy lips. As master of persuasion like his father, Andy had already been between the legs of several girls around his age. Their cunts had always had some hair on them - from a smattering on the pubis to light fuzz or silky strands coming in along the outskirts of the cleft.

	But Naomi was perfectly smooth all over. Rather than disappointing him, it aroused him further. Being so young, she was even more forbidden - and therefore more titillating. Then he noticed that lying on her back had made the girl's nascent breasts lie almost completely flat as if she was even less developed. 

	One of the girls Andy had taken before had become reluctant once he had her panties down. She had resisted a little but couldn't keep him from getting inside of her. Her distress as he broke through her barrier and the ensuing surrender while he had rutted between her legs had been heady stuff; so much so that he did her twice more before leaving her weeping beneath a tree with her hand tucked against her bleeding crotch while he whistled as he walked away.

	But Naomi Fletcher - she of the perfect grades and hairless twat - was going to be his first genuine rape. With his adrenaline up, the young teen's first shove shredded Naomi's hymen. She tried to buck off the desk, but the other three boys leaned down to keep her in place. Feeling the heat of the blood from the torn membrane washing over his glans, Andy lurched again, making Naomi scream again in Tony's hand while he buried his prick into her reluctantly opened snatch.

	Lubricated by her deflowering and with her fresh little cunt now filled with cock, the eleven year-old was primed for her first rape. But Andy pulled out so she could see his hard-on dripping with the redness of her stolen innocence. Her sobbing intensified to the amusement of her captors.

	"Don't worry," Andy assured her. "I'm going to put it right back in just where you like it."

	Naomi groaned piteously against Tony's palm before her sound ratcheted in pitch when Andy plunged his prick back into her wounded twat. They way her immature cunny gripped his thrusting meat made Andy reevaluate his opinion of younger girls.

	"You're so tight and wet all over in there," he panted as he kept drilling Naomi's prepubescent sex. "You were made for fucking. You know that?"

	Naomi's wordless noises indicated that she didn't agree but Andy didn't mind. Her snug pussy produced thick, glutinous sounds as her fluids were churned by the teen rape meat pounding her aching channel. Agitated by the friction, her sex had begun to lubricate in response. Diluted by this, the blood that leaked out of her abused hole was now pink as it further stained the stretched contours of her hairless vulva. 

	Now raping her at full throttle, Andy watched as her nipples jiggled atop her nearly flat titlets. Tony, sensing that Naomi was sufficiently subdued, removed his hand from her mouth. Only the weak hum of wheezy moans now escaped her parted lips.

	Although she had outwardly weakened, Naomi was raging inside her head. Her mother had spoken vaguely about being sure that the first time was the right time. As Naomi had no romantic inclinations as of yet, the woman had not gone into specific details. Naomi was able to understand the intent - that the first time should be special. 

	But now it wasn't. It had been cruel and hurtful and she was no longer a virgin. Held in place, the preteen felt the hardness moving inside of her; stabbing at her, rubbing her in a place so private it had never been touched before this assault. 

	Through the smothering fog of pain and humiliation, another concern bloomed for Naomi. Vile though this forced act was, it did serve the purpose of making babies. Would she get pregnant? She had never menstruated yet but knew that didn't mean she couldn't be forced with a child before her first period. Andy was breathing hard like he had done before he had cum in her mouth and she found the strength to speak.

	"Please don't do that...don't do it while you're in my...while you're in me," she rasped.

	It took a moment for Andy to understand what she meant. When he did, he gave her a sly grin. Actually, he had thought it would be better to pull out and shoot his wad all over her - try to aim for her face or little titties. But this might be better.

	"Nah, we're all gonna cum in you," he replied, watching her eyes become wide and helpless behind her oval glasses. "If we give you enough sperm, maybe you'll have a rape baby. Of course, since you can't tell which one of us might be the father, you'll look lie such a whore that everyone will think you wanted all of us. That's what we're gonna say."

	For such an intelligent girl, all Naomi could do was to emit an animal-like whine. The boys laughed at her and laughed harder when she sobbed as Andy slammed his teen sperm inside her barely developing body. True to their word, each of the boys took turns between the eleven year-old's slender, widespread legs, bruising her tender sex and violating her as each one finished in a hot gush of sperm-rich cream that saturated her not-yet-ripened baby chamber.

	They would have liked another round but it time was passing and they quickly left Naomi where she lay while they left in satisfaction.

	Naomi knew she'd have to get up and get dressed but lacked the strength and the will. And the mess - she'd have to clean up what had been done to poor Mr. Nolan's desk. Lying there in a daze, she was unaware of anything until she heard the classroom door open again. Turning her head, she saw her math teacher standing there with his mouth agape.

	Leo Nolan looked away from the desk and saw Naomi's crumpled clothing scattered on the floor. Although she was slim and petite, her underpants and training bra looked especially small and fragile where they lay. The young girl on his desk, naked except for the dog collar around her delicate neck, tried to speak but could only produce tear-mushy words. In an effort to regain some of her lost modesty, she put one arm over her bare breasts and placed her other hand over the dripping slit of her rape-fouled mound. 

	Closing the door to spare his prize pupil from any passersby who might see her in this state, Leo hurried over to the desk, stroking her hair and making shushing noises in an attempt to soothe her. Naomi stopped trying to speak as the man comforted her and the reduction in that futile effort helped her to regain some measure of calm. 

	Leo opened a lower desk drawer while patting her brow and smiling gently at her. Naomi made a grateful noise and peered at his face with her brown eyes glistening behind her lenses. Then the nice teacher fastened a leash to her collar.


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