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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, February 21, 2019

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Filename: grading2.txt
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story_codes: M/g(11), mmmm/g(8), double penetration, rape

story_intro: Naomi's abuse continues with her teacher. Her only consolation is that she is saving her little sister from the same violation. But that is not to be.


story_language: English




Grading the Curve, part 2

Written by madvlad


	Note: This begins minutes after Part 1 ended.

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	Leo Nolan jerked the leash to make Naomi lift her head.

	"Good," he said as if he were praising her for solving a difficult math problem in class. "Now you understand the basics of your obedience training. Of course, you'll wear your outfit every time we meet after hours."

	Naomi's "outfit" consisted of a dog collar and leash. Having just been forced to suck four boys to climax before the leader, Andy, broke her hymen and they took turns raping her on the teacher's desk, Naomi had been left nude and crying while semen leaked from her violated snatch. Her math teacher, Mr. Nolan, had found her in this state and had consoled her just long enough to connect the leash to the collar the boys had put on her.

	"Did they get any pictures of you?" Mr. Nolan asked the girl.

	Naomi shut her eyes and nodded in shame. 

	"That's nice," he noted as he used his cell phone to record her for posterity.

	By now, Naomi had been trained not to cover her hairless crotch or her diminutive breasts. The latter had some purple discolorations from the bruising they had suffered under the hands of horny young teens. 

	"That's enough for the moment," Leo said as he set the phone next to the girl. "I'll get some action video soon."

	Unzipping his pants, Leo studied the girl again. Every year, he tried to find one girl who stood out in the eighth grade math classes. He wanted the small ones, the ones who were slow to develop and were subsequently often ostracized. With few or no friends, they were easy prey and, best of all, they appeared to be younger than their thirteen years.

	But Naomi was a better prize. She was only eleven, slim, and - before today - hadn't shown any hint of chest growth beneath her shirts and training bras. But she did have little ones; just enough to pinch or nibble and that was all he needed. 

	This year, he had the boy, Andy, and his pals. Andy was a leader but was also trouble beneath his seemingly amiable personality. Recognizing the boy's potential, Leo brought him in on the plan to make Naomi their sex slave for the school year. Having Andy's gang also abusing the girl drove the perversity up a notch. Andy and his gang would have her to play with in high school the following year while Leo would look for his new piece of fuck meat. 

	As a form of blackmail, the boys had threatened to do something to Naomi's little sister, Hannah, if Naomi didn't cooperate. Of course, Naomi submitted. Leo had also learned that Hannah was intelligent like her sister and had been moved ahead two grades to begin the year in fourth grade just after turning eight years old. If she wound up advancing like her sister did, it would only be another three years before he had her on his desk - naked and full of cock like her big sister was about to be.

	Naomi moaned and wept as her teacher pushed his prick between her smooth labia and then into her rape-saturated twat. Some fluid was forced out and Leo reveled in the knowledge that the flesh he was now penetrating had recently been forcibly used by some teens. It also lessened his exertions as the eleven year-old was temporarily stretched from the smaller dicks as well as being lubed with semen. Still, her preteen tubing was deliciously snug around his rape tool.

	As such, he was able to start fucking the preteen in earnest. Her slick pussy clung to him as he ravished her hard enough to make her nearly flat, bruised titlets sway. 

	"Love these dancing nipples of yours," he noted as he seized one of them and gave it a twist.

	The girl yelped in complaint and started to reach for his hand when he gave her leash a jerk using his other hand. Naomi's hand fell away and she allowed her teacher to play with her budding breast while his cock pounded her straining sex tube. Nearly every private part of her body had been reduced to a rape toy in one afternoon. The fluids gurgled from her plundered cunny hole and added to Naomi's shame as she heard the sounds and felt the sticky stuff flowing over the smoothness of her spread mound and inner thighs.

	Mr. Nolan noticed it, too, and recorded the sight and sounds in video format on his phone.

	"You're still like a little girl in your cunt," he remarked. "All bald and tight where it counts. But all of this stuff coming out shows just what kind of slut you are."

	His words stung as much as the physical attacks did. More tears trickled out from under Naomi's glasses. She wasn't a slut - she had been tricked into coming into this room before the boys surrounded her and...and did everything.

	She had wondered if she might get pregnant from the shameful acts. While she hadn't had her first period yet, she knew enough to know that pregnancy could occur before that time. And what about Mr. Nolan? Did full grown men produce more baby-inducing sperm than boys when they came? 

	Her fears grew as the teacher exploded in her tender snatch, sending waved of roiling sperm into her prepubescent uterus where her young age would be her only protection from carrying a rapist's offspring.

	Leo sighed when the last spurt entered the girl, filling her sex organs to complete his mastery over her. Before he let her go, though, he had one more task. Snuffling wretchedly, the girl licked the desk clean of all the messes her rape had produced.

	As resistance went, it was passive. But for three days, Naomi managed to take different, roundabout routes out of the school building each day to avoid the dragnet of Mr. Nolan and Andy's gang. She missed being with some of her friends during that time; friends she had made in the past few years but had left behind when she was promoted from seventh to eight grade right at the start of the school year. But she didn't dare tell anyone for fear of retribution that might come to Hannah.

	It was on the third day that she met two of her old classmates as she reached her street. Ian and Dennis were, as usual, on their bikes and sped her way. Relieved to see some friendly faces for a change, she started to wave when she saw the expressions on their faces. Both boys skidded to a stop near her and Dennis spoke first.

	"Is Hannah okay?"

	"Sure, why wouldn't she be?"

	"We saw her crying and limping like she had twisted an ankle or something," Ian said. "When we asked her what was wrong, she screamed and tried to run."

	"We must have scared her or something," Dennis added. "We're sorry - tell her that. But you might want to check on her."

	Naomi raced home, feeling guilty because she wasn't already there to offer first aid. Entering the house, she checked Hannah's room first. Hearing someone sobbing, she saw the light on in the bathroom. Hannah's clothes were on the floor and Naomi's little sister was in the bathtub, crying as she held a washcloth between her legs.

	Her gut growing cold, Naomi's eyes swept back to Hannah's clothing. Hannah loved flowers and often went to the park after school to look at them along the various walking paths. She also had several pairs of underpants with flowers on them. Naomi saw the small panties with red and purple petals on them. There was more redness, darker than the petals, staining the inside of the crotch along with other whitish fluid that Naomi knew all too well.

	Horrorstruck, she turned back to her sister.

	"Some boys hurt me a lot," Hannah sobbed.

	She was only eight and didn't know what the word "rape" meant. But now she knew the act of it.

	Naomi's kid sister had been remarkably easy to get. Having been repeatedly given the slip by Naomi, Andy and his gang - Mike, Tony, and Marc - were feeling like they were going to explode. It wasn't fair that their new sex toy was being uncooperative. But they knew that Hannah liked going to the park after school, especially now before the autumn really set in and killed off all of the flowers. Marc had overheard Naomi saying this to one of her friends a week ago which was how they had taken a few pictures of the younger girl for the purpose of threatening Naomi.

	They had easily surrounded her once she was on one of the wooded paths and showed her pictures of Naomi's rape. Confused and frightened, Hannah couldn't understand what this was about.

	"Your sister is a slut but she acts like she's too good for us," Andy explained. "So we're going to have you give her a message for us."

	Usually quite trusting, Hannah was getting nervous with these boys around her. She asked what the message was in hopes of them quickly leaving afterward. In response, she was suddenly grabbed and dragged from the path and into the woods. From there, one outnumbered little girl against four larger boys made everything else perfunctory.

	Tony had brought the duct tape which they used to bind Hannah's wrists and seal her mouth shut. Andy wouldn't have minded a forced blowjob but the tape over her mouth was the better option in case she was able to get loose from a hand for a moment to scream. 

	When she was completely nude, Hannah squirmed uncomfortably on the dead leaves covering the ground. The boys were looking at her in a strange way, especially between her legs where her private parts were on public display. For some reason, they thought it was funny when one of the boys put her glasses back on her. 

	"Just like her sister," Mike laughed.

	"She's going to be more like her sister in a minute," Andy breathed as he knelt between Hannah's legs with her flowered panties in his hand. He turned to the frightened girl and grinned as he waved her little undies. "I hear you like flowers. What I'm about to do is called deflowering."

	Andy then tossed her panties over her shoulder. All of her clothing had been randomly scattered and she was looking around for any of them when Andy spit in his hand. Had her mouth not been taped, she would have dropped her lower jaw when she saw him rubbing his spit on his....oh my!...on his thing.

	Pulling Hannah's legs around his waist, Andy leaned in to her and wedged his dick head between the smooth, fleshy folds of the child's sex. Hannah whimpered at the bad touch and wondered why her sister, whom she adored and idolized, would do such naughty things with these mean boys.

	When he had raped Naomi, Andy had discovered that having a girl that young - barely beginning to develop - had been an unexpected thrill. But now he was about to have an eight year-old who had no maturity in her body at all. Her lean chest had no budding and her cunt, although bald like Naomi's, was rounder and chubbier. Noticing the fear and confusion in Hannah's eyes, Andy found that to be the best aphrodisiac of all and he promptly lunged into her.

	As the hard teen prick drove into her, Hannah thrashed. He was getting inside her privates, stabbing at her and tearing her in there. She didn't know why but she knew the pain as her maidenhead was gradually sundered until it gave way. Bathed in the blood of defloration, Andy's cock slid further inside the eight year-old's snug passage. 

	Her eyes wide behind the lenses of her glasses, Hannah tried to squirm away from him but could get nowhere. The boy kept pounding into her, making her virgin pussy expand for him until the child's intimate flesh had been completely and irrevocably touched by a rapist's penis. With their bodies completely interlocked, the little girl lost the will to struggle. With her bound hands on the ground above her head and her thighs wedged widely apart, she turned her head to the side remained nearly still as the act of forced copulation was committed upon her.

	Hannah's lack of movement didn't deter Andy from enjoying the moment as he sluiced his cock in and out of the eight year-old's tiny pussy. Her abused hole squelched as the crimson liquid from her stolen virginity spattered over her hairless labia. Her reluctant lubrication and the signs of her debauched innocence spurred the boy on to hammer at her with greater fury until his balls sharply spasmed.

	Grunting in satisfaction, he pumped his sperm into the little girl's body. The surge of boiling liquid penetrating her womb made Hannah turn her head to look at him in horrified bewilderment. She knew nothing of ejaculation but sensed that her attacker had just done something to violate her further.

	Getting to his feet, Andy shook his dick over the girl, making her flinch as drops of blood and semen fell on her face and chest. Mike rubbed some of the vile stuff over one of Hannah's little nipples.

	"It will help you grow this into a tit," he explained.

	Everyone but Hannah laughed, including Tony who was between her legs. Lancing his hardness into the child's defenseless cunny, he started her on another cycle of foulness.

	After Tony had soiled her, Marc followed with more rutting that added to the mess inside of Hannah. But Before Mike could get on top of her, Andy stopped him. 

	"She's pretty small, even for her age," he said to Mike. "Could you hold her while you're standing and do her that way?"

	"Yeah, sure. But why...Oh! Yeah, you want to try that?"

	Hannah was not even paying attention, which spared her the dread of what was coming. She was confused when she was lifted by Tony and Marc but knew where Mike's hard-on was going to be when she was brought to him. He grabbed her by the thighs and held her close to him as he pulled her limbs to his sides. Again, she turned her head, this time closing her eyes, as she was lowered. Feeling the spongy head of the boy's dick against her bald snatch, she shuddered. Then came the stretching of her tunnel and the sliding contact of hardness against her tender pink interior as the inexorable penetration occurred.

	With the rape juices that had leaked while Hannah was on the ground, there was plenty nestled between her buttocks for Andy to swab around the pink pucker back there. Hannah tried to move to avoid his touches but was held in place by Mike's dick in her cunt. A few tears trickled from the corners of her closed eyes as this new shame but then her lids flew open as Andy pushed at her orifice in a new way.

	"MMMMMM! MMM! MMM!" she tried to protest as her anus was forced open by the thirteen year-old's cock.

	The desperate, ragged sounds muffled by the tape became wilder as the little girl had her virgin ass filled. The hardness grated especially painfully against the membrane that separated her rear passage from her plugged snatch. When Andy's pubes mashed against her soft little rump, he cheered in triumph.

	With Mike still holding her thighs and Andy gripping her waist, the two boys raised and lowered the panicked child while also working their pelvises. The simultaneous thrusts in her straining twat and ass made her lower legs kick while she futilely beat at Mike with her small fists. She felt that they were going to rip her open in both places and could do nothing as she was dually ravaged by the teen pricks impaling her below the waist.

	It was the first time that any of the boys had used a girl's ass and Andy loved the feverish slithering of her rectum all over his member when he stroked it through the muscular grip of her expanded asshole. Muted, puppyish grunts emerged from Hannah as she was sodomized while getting a second rape in her immature pussy.

	"Now you have a better use for your little poop chute," Andy said to Hannah. "You can be twice the whore you were before."

	The teens fucked harder, bouncing the child while their pricks hammered the snug, rape-slicked holes of Hannah's overtaxed little body. Ravenously, they used the weeping eight year-old as a disposable piece of fuck meat. Mike came first, blasting Hannah's unripe baby-making place with his seed. Then he remained in place, embedded inside her aching cunt while Andy buggered her even harder until he pumped her tiny bottom with bursts of slimy jism.

	"Now she'd good and broken in," Andy announced as Hannah was lifted away.

	Defeated, she didn't try to make any more pleading noises as Mark and Tony took her for her next subjugation of twin rapes.

	"And...and they said they'd do it again if you wouldn't," Hannah concluded as Naomi held and rocked her. "I don't want them to hurt me again. And I don't want them to hurt you but they said they'd show everybody pictures of us naked and naughty if we tell."

	Naomi wanted to tell but didn't know if her sister could bear the humiliation in her fragile state. She couldn't be sure of herself, either. Instead, she instructed Hannah to come straight home and stay in the house after school. Andy and his friends would not have time to catch her before she was safely inside. Besides, the elementary school was farther away and Hannah took the school bus. This meant she was getting off with other kids - other witnesses - and would be left alone even if the boys snuck out of school early. 

	"So I have to do this forever?" Hannah asked.

	"No, just until I figure something out."

	"When?"

	"I don't know."

	"Everyone gets four points added to their scores since we have an actual curve this week," Mr. Nolan announced in class as he returned the weekly tests. "The highest score was only a ninety-six."

	Toby Gorman stared at his exam only to see that the four extra points did not keep him from a failing grade - again. With a low moan, he crumpled the paper against his forehead.

	"Only a ninety-six," Leo Nolan whispered to Naomi as he set her test on her desk. "You're becoming a disappointment and I will not let that happen."

	Naomi sat rigidly as she understood the real implication of his words. She would not be able to stay away from him forever. The teacher let his hand hover for a moment before drawing one finger over the back of Naomi's hand, pressing against the thin bones there in a subtle warning of how things could get worse.

	At least she was spared that afternoon as all of the math teachers had a meeting right after the final period of the day. Once more taking a different route, she evaded Andy's group. It had been a close call as she nearly entered one side hallway before she spotted Marc at the other end waiting for her. 

	Ducking back just in time, she was thankful that Hannah was safe at home. But that could not continue - she didn't want the house becoming a prison for her sister. When she saw Marc walking away, she waited to make sure he wouldn't return. Mr. Nolan's touch still felt like a burning scar across her hand although there was no mark. 

	As she stood there, her mind raced again for some kind of solution. Every scenario she pictured ended in more rape or photos of her and Hannah being seen in a variety of ways - even posted on the school's website for the general public to view.

	Unable to stand her runaway imagination anymore, she decided to make a break for it and head for home. She whipped around the corner, only to hit a solid object and stagger back a few steps while her vision cleared.

	Filling her line of view was the hulking presence of Toby Gorman.

	"You're gonna have to show me," he said.



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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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