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story_codes: Man/preteen girl (11), rape

story_intro: Naomi thinks she's found a reprieve from the attentions of Mr. Nolan and the gang of boys who have been abusing her. But there is no way to completely escape her unwilling role as a rape-puppet.


story_language: English




Grading the Curve, part 3

Written by madvlad


	Note: This begins right after Part 2 ended.

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	The hand closed around Naomi's thin bicep; the fingers almost completely encircling it. Although firm, the grip was not crushing and Toby Gorman's anxious face hovered in the girl's vision as she blinked.

	"Are you okay?" he asked.

	"Huh? Um, yes."

	Toby nodded slowly, not entirely convinced. But when he let go of her arm, she didn't collapse.

	"Sorry if I startled you," he said. "I thought I saw you around the corner and was walking this way when you started to run and kind of ran into me."

	Still a bit shaky, Naomi nodded. Toby was as solid as he was big. She knew he played youth football and, had ne not been held back a year, would have been playing football in high school. She didn't know what position he played and wouldn't have understood what he did if she had known he was a linebacker.

	"You said...you said..." she murmured, fearing the next assault on her.

	"Oh, yeah," Toby quickly nodded this time before holding up his math textbook. "You're gonna have to show me how to do some of this stuff. Please, I really need you help me."

	Math. Naomi gulped and exhaled. He just wanted math - no removing her clothes and doing things to her. Unknowing of her concerns, Toby continued.

	"I do okay in other subjects but math, well, that's why I was held back. I should be in high school now with my brother, Greg. He's a sophomore but already on varsity. We could have been on varsity together if I made it after my freshman year but the way I'm going, I'm doomed to repeat eighth grade again. Before I know it, he'll be at State and I'll still be in middle school doing this same stupid math. Anyway, you're so smart at this stuff and I was hoping you could help me. Please?"

	As much as Naomi enjoyed math, this would be fun. She liked the idea of teaching. And if she was leaving school with Toby, there was no way Andy and the others would mess with her. It wasn't a perfect solution because Hannah was pretty much stuck at home after school so Andy's gang wouldn't get her. But at least this was a start.

	"Sure, I'd be glad to help you."

	Toby broke into a relieved grin.

	"Thanks. We could study on Mondays and Wednesdays. I have football practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays and the games are on Saturday mornings so we can watch the college games later on. Of course, you know that Tanner plays for State."

	"Who?" she asked.

	Surprised, Toby shook his head.

	"My oldest brother, Tanner. Tanner Gorman, All-Conference linebacker last year as a freshman. You do like State, don't you?"

	Many states had their [state name] State University but around here, their college was simply referred to by the local college sports fans as "State". No other description was needed.

	Having attended several science and math-based summer workshops for kids at State, Naomi was a big fan of their academic curriculum. So naturally, she agreed enthusiastically with Toby but for different reasons.

	"Yeah," Toby said happily as they walked toward the school's main doors. "So who's your favorite NFL team?"

	Naomi bit her lip as she tried to think of one. Then she brightened as one came to mind.

	"The Dodgers are nice."

	Toby halted and gaped at her.

	"The Dodgers are a baseball team," he incredulously explained.

	"Oh. Sorry. I don't know much about football," Naomi sheepishly confessed.

	"That's okay," he replied amiably. I can teach you about football while you help me with math. Is that a deal?"

	"Uh, sure. It's Friday, do you want to start today? We have the opening exercises that Mr. Nolan gave us. If we start now, you'll be better off going into next week's lessons."

	Toby made a face but nodded. 

	"That should be okay. We have a few hours before Greg's game starts - they always play on Friday nights, you know."

	Naomi didn't but nodded.

	Both she and Toby walked to school but from opposite directions. But Toby insisted that his father would be happy to drive her home when they were done since she was helping.

	"My dad was a really great football player, too, but got into some trouble - a really bad fight - and never got to play college ball. Mon died when I was four but he's done real good raising all three of us. And he makes sure we don't do anything stupid and screw up our chances to get scholarships. But he's done okay, he owns a chopper shop."

	"He's a dentist?"

	"No," Toby laughed. "Choppers, as in customer bikes. Motorcycles. But he'll drive you in his car."

	When Toby and Naomi got to Toby's house, a teenage girl was sitting in the kitchen and gave Toby a hug. Toby introduced her as Trish, Greg's girlfriend, who was hanging out before going to the game with Toby and his father, Waylon.

	"You got yourself a little cutie, here, Toby," Trish gushed as she patted Naomi's cheek. 

	"She's just helping me with math," Toby said although he couldn't hide the color in his cheeks. "I gotta use the can and I'll be back."

	Trish took a can of Coke from the refrigerator and gave to Naomi as they sat at the table.

	"Toby's a good one," Trish confided to the younger girl. "All of the brothers are - Mr. Gorman raised them to respect woman because he adored his wife. And Toby's been around a little so when it gets time to do it, he knows what to do. Big for his age so there's been older girls for him. Believe me - I've heard about it from some of them. Of course, I've only been with Greg and he's real good, too."

	Naomi was aghast. Was Trish talking about sex?

	"No," the eleven year-old insisted. "I'm just helping him with math."

	"Sure you are," Trish giggled. "But sooner or later, you know what. Oh, and I wasn't trying to make you jealous. Toby's not seeing anyone now."

	Naomi certainly hoped Toby wasn't planning on anything other than studying. Then she remembered she should call Hannah and let her know where she was. 

	Toby came back while Naomi was on the phone and when she hung up, he made an offer.

	"Hey, your sister can come over here, if you want when we do this next week and so on. She can meet us at the school."

	But Naomi didn't want Hannah near the school with Andy and his buddies lurking about. Even Mr. Nolan might try something. So she made some excuse about Hannah being nervous about walking by herself. Then Toby gallantly offered to have them go to Naomi's house, get her sister, and walk back here. 

	Since Trish was usually here after school, she said that she could keep Naomi's sister company while Naomi tutored Toby. This certainly didn't seem like some trap for sex so Naomi happily agreed. Now Hannah wasn't going to be hiding in the house. 

	Then Naomi and Toby opened their books while she patiently explained the ins and outs of the equations. Trish leaned in, pressing against Naomi while pretending to watch what the younger kids were doing. Naomi didn't mind that the teen was being friendly like that - it was good to have more friends.

	About the time that Naomi was somewhat satisfied that Toby had some basic understanding of the new math exercises, the boy's father came home. Waylon Gorman was physically impressive as he made even Toby look rather small. Adding to his intimidating demeanor were the tattoos on his well-muscled arms and the thick walrus moustache. The latter spread as he smiled and his eyes twinkled with good humor as Toby introduced Naomi to him.

	"She's gonna help me pass math," Toby finished.

	Waylon's thick eyebrows rose.

	"Really?" the man rumbled. "If you pull that off, Miss Naomi, you'll probably get a Nobel Prize."

	Waylon punctuated that remark with a belly laugh and Trish giggled. Toby grumbled mildly but had to smile when his dad's fingers playfully ruffled his hair.

	When it was time to go, Waylon did as Toby had predicted and insisted on driving Naomi home. Once she was alone in the car with him, some of Naomi's fears made her stomach unsettled but Waylon, despite his appearance, was nothing less than a perfect gentleman as he drove and thanked her for helping his son.

	On Monday, Trish was delighted when Toby and Naomi arrived with Hannah in tow.

	"They just keep getting cuter!" the teen gushed as she pulled Hannah in her lap.

	"Trish doesn't have any brothers or sisters," Toby explained. "I guess she likes to think of you and Hannah as her little sisters."

	Hannah didn't mind as her new friend chatted with her. By the time Naomi and Toby were immersed in their math work, Trish was applying some purple polish to Hannah's fingernails while the little girl remained in her lap.

	On Tuesday, Naomi was able to evade her math teacher and Andy's gang. Wednesday, Hannah's shoes and sock were off as Trish added purple coloring to her toenails. Toby and Naomi were able to get their work done despite the eight year-old's giggles. 

	After another safe and successful exit from school on Thursday, Naomi let her mind drift to the math test they had taken in the morning. She rarely thought about these things except for the occasional worry about losing a point or two for some detail. 

	"No curve adjustments today," Mr. Nolan announced as he tapped Naomi's test on top of her head to let everyone know who had the perfect score that ruined it for the rest of the class. "But for those of you who believe in miracles, everyone did manage to pass."

	He paused before sliding Toby's paper onto the boy's desk.

	"And miracles never cease," the teacher murmured as Toby stared at his score in disbelief.

	"A 'C'! I actually got a 'C'!" Toby crowed that afternoon at his house. 

	Naomi would have been devastated by such a score but this was Toby's first passing math grade in a long time. Considering where he had been a week ago, he really had accomplished much. All the same, Naomi had whispered a request to Hannah to stay quiet about a mere 'C' as the girl was only used to the highest marks like her sister.

	It was the following Tuesday when Naomi's short-lived feeling of normalcy came to an end near the end of the final period of the day. A teacher's aide had come into her history class and spoke to the teacher. The teacher then informed Naomi that she had to see Mr. Nolan.

	The dismissal bell sounded like a prison siren as students poured out and Naomi found herself alone the math teacher. Her doom was further indicated when she hear him locking the classroom door behind her. When he tersely ordered her to strip, she reluctantly obeyed as her tears began anew. To keep her humiliated, Leo Nolan put the dog collar and leash on the girl and made her follow him as he circled the classroom.

	"So, I've seen you and have heard from Andy about you and Toby. Very slippery of you, Naomi. I thought it was just a ruse to get you out of school without the special attention you deserve from me and my students. But then that idiot pulls a 'C'. Amazing work you did. So how does he repay you? Do you charge by the fuck?"

	"N-No! He doesn't do anything like that!"

	Leo yanked hard on the leash, making Naomi stumble into him.

	"After all the dicks you've sucked and all the buckets of cum we've put in your prissy little cunt and you're still acting so proper."

	Trembling, Naomi could do nothing as the man clasped one of her tiny breasts and began to knead it painfully. Leo twisted and pinched the nipple until it reacted to the agitation by stiffening. Laughing meanly, he tugged on the diminutive chest mound until Naomi yelped.

	"Time for some remedial training," he sneered. Sit on the desk and spread your legs."

	The weeping girl complied and then Leo shoved one of her hands between her legs and told her what to do. When she delayed, he grabbed the collar and twisted it to make her choke. Subdued, Naomi stared fingering herself.

	Leo didn't mind the initial show as she fondled her smooth mons but then he ordered her to insert a finger. Sobbing, Naomi diddled herself, working her finger in and out. Despite her distress, the physical contact made her body respond, just as her nipple had hardened from its abuse. She tried to hide it but Leo was able to spot how shiny her finger was getting and saw the dew on the preteen's bald labia.

	"You little slut!" Leo chuckled. "You made yourself wet."

	Naomi didn't want to be wet. She certainly didn't want what happened next when he pushed her down on the desk and stepped between her legs. The man grabbed the girl by her firm ass cheeks and held her while he pushed his prick into her hairless slit. 

	Groaning, the eleven year-old was helpless to stop the violation as the man's prick forced her little pussy to expand until she was completely penetrated. Then the motion started; heavy and grating against her taut flesh. With her body once again placed into submissive service long before she wanted, Naomi shuddered and sobbed while her teacher fucked her reluctantly moistened hole.

	This was how Leo liked his little bitches, naked and crying while they got broken. Naomi may have been an intelligent girl, but she didn't appreciate how lucky she was to have a seasoned fuck specialist like him getting the job done. Andy and the other boys were useful but surely she should tell the difference in expertise as he drilled her snug little twat.

	With Naomi on her back, her barely blossoming titties were nearly flat and only the slight sway of her nipples as she was cock-pumped showed that she had any development on her chest. That was so cute. Little Hannah couldn't even do that but Leo was planning on forcing Naomi to bring her sister in for some man-sized meat in her baby pussy. For all the fun that Naomi was, an eigt year-old's cunt had to be mind-blowingly tight. Additionally, he had never done sisters before and he was looking forward to the new kink.

	Meanwhile, Naomi's slick cunt was servicing him just fine. Hammering his dick into the heated, prepubescent channel, he felt her muscles grasping at him. Like it or not, the youngster was going to become his dutiful slut during her school year-length training regimen that would make her matriculate from little girl to a whore woman between her legs by summer break. Leo concluded this first lesson of the day by shooting his baby-making juice into Naomi's still-childish organs. In response, Naomi let out a sick, choking sound as she felt the insemination and put a hand over her flat tummy as if warding off a potential rape-pregnancy. 

	Pulling out of the girl roughly, he watched in satisfaction as his white spunk streamed from the girl's hairless cunt and into the crack of her ass. When he judged that enough liquid had come out, he rolled her over. 

	"You've got a great ass," he noted while he mauled the trim cheeks hard enough to leave bruises. "But maybe your ass is part of the problem; why you're so fucking prim and proper. You need to loosen up."

	Releasing Naomi's buttocks, Leo retrieved her panties. More jism had leaked from her twat and was dribbling down his desk. After blotting the stuff up with the panties, he crammed the soiled material into Naomi's mouth. He returned his attention to the slender girl's rump, working his fingers between the smooth globes so smear her asshole with his goo. When he twisted one finger through the orifice, Naomi made a series of muffled, enraged bleats as her back door was molested. 

	"Did Hannah tell you what they did to her back there?" Leo asked. "Did she tell you how they made her a whore in her dainty little ass after using that tiny cherry pussy of hers as a cum dump?"

	Hearing of her little sister's violation in those terms was worse than Mr. Nolan's physical attack and Naomi blubbered uncontrollably. Her nose became plugged with snot and with her panties jammed in her mouth, it became difficult to breathe for a moment. Just as she was getting some air back, an enormous wave of red heat soared from her anus as the man breached her last virgin place.

	Naomi hammered the desk in futility, thrashing her head and upper body as the man's thickness spread her sphincter open and ground its way through it. Her squawks were muted by her own, semen-saturated underpants while Leo's cock ripped her preteen ass open for sex. 

	Jamming his prick into the smooth, oily innards of the girl's preadolescent ass, Leo was relentless. Young girls could take more in their rear ends than in their limited, but oh-so-juicy little cunts and he enjoyed having the tender ass meat of this eleven year-old encasing his dick. With long, forceful strokes, he sawed his cock in and out of the seared anus of bawling child, trying to pulverize her rectum.

	On every inward thrust, he altered his angle so he could find a new area in Naomi's guts to bruise. Leaning over her, he grabbed her little breast mounds, twisting and almost trying to make them crumple. He increased the fury of his anal rape, making a little more splooge burp out of the girl's smooth cunt every time he pounded her against the edge of his desk.

	Naomi's movements subsided and her head lay sideways, flat on his desk blotter as he had his way in the ravaged tunnel of her ass. Her little rump acted as a pillow as his pelvis came down against her. At last, his balls served up another load of humiliation, sending their contents rushing through his cock in waves before saturating the young girl's prick-pounded interior with a heated load of rape slime. 

	Panting, Leo staggered back a few steps after extracting his prick from Naomi's aching ass. There were some small smears of blood on his member and he saw a few red strands within the white gobs escaping her open and chaffed rear hole. It wasn't too much but she'd be feeling the effects for a few days. 

	Perfect.

	Giving Naomi a slap on her rear end, he made her jerk.

	"Nothing like a proper ass-reaming," he chortled. "That should make it a little harder to walk so you won't be so quick to avoid your whoremasters on Thursday. Now clean up your mess, bitch."

	He took one of Naomi's ankles and yanked the girl from his desk. She groaned as her abused little titlets scraped over the edge of the desk. Pulling her panties from her mouth, she breathed in a lungful of air and then began to lick up the semen that had escaped her polluted body.


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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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