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story_codes: teen boy/preteen girl, cons

story_intro: Andy and the gang are ready to make Naomi their rape-toy one afternoon when their plans go awry. Revenge comes in nasty ways for Naomi's host of abusers. Then afterward, Naomi and Toby redefine their friendship into something more.


story_language: English







Grading the Curve, part 4

Written by madvlad


	Note: This begins two days after Part 3 ended.

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	As the final bell rang, Naomi joined the rest of the students in her history class as they left the classroom and began to exit the school for the day. She walked carefully, still feeling the effects of Mr. Nolan's abuse from two days ago.

	After raping her the usual way, he had rolled her over and promptly deprived the eleven year-old of her anal virginity. Although never easy with her, the teacher had been especially rough as he savagely slammed into her rectum before soiling her back there with more jism. She had even bled a little afterward although it did stop by that evening.

	Nonetheless, his joke about making her move slowly afterward had come true. While she was safe in Toby's company yesterday, today she would be on her own as she tried to make it safely home. Spying Mr. Nolan near the main entrance, Naomi doubled back to find another way out.

	One wing of the building was already deserted and she made her way to the double doors at the end. The sunlight in the door's rectangular windows shone like salvation and she was just passing the last classroom on the left when someone grabbed her arm.

	Naomi yelped before she was pulled into the classroom. Her arm was released and she stumbled a few steps before her startled surprise turned to dread.

	Andy, Mike, Tony, and Marc closed in around her. Mike grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down to her knees.

	"Stay like that," Andy smirked. "Mr. Nolan said he creamed your ass real good the other day. I wonder if it was as good as your sister's and he said we'd all have to try both of you to compare. But first, it's feeding time."

	"Shouldn't she take her clothes off, first?" Marc asked.

	Andy paused to think and shook his head.

	"Later. But when she sucks us, we ought to cum on her clothes instead of in her mouth. That way everyone will see it on her when we let her go home."

	"Free advertising for her whore business," Tony added, making his friends laugh.

	The four teens dropped their pants and underwear. As always, Andy moved in first, holding his hard-on as he approached Naomi's face. Although she knew she couldn't fight back, Naomi squeezed her eyes shut so she couldn't see the boy's dick as it closed in on her. At any moment, it would touch her lips and she'd have to open her mouth or else.

	"Gkkk!"

	What did that mean? Cracking one eye open, Naomi saw Andy's penis sagging just in front of her. Then she opened both eyes and saw the reason for Andy's odd remark and the drooping state of his lost erection.

	Toby's hand was around Andy's throat while his face was crimson with rage. Then Toby's other large hand clapped over Andy's crotch with force.

	"My nads," Andy wheezed as he was lifted by his neck and unfortunate genitalia.

	The other boys were frozen in place as Toby heaved Andy sideways and bowled Mike and Marc over. That broke the spell for Tony but when he tried to scuttle away, the clothing around his ankles tripped him. When Toby stalked toward him, Tony's bladder released and sent an arc of yellow fluid that Toby had to step aside to avoid.

	That slight distraction made Toby pause just enough to reign in his temper. But he wasn't done. Grabbing Tony's pants and underpants, he jerked them from the boy before approaching the tumbled mass of the other assailants. After similarly stripping the other three, Toby stomped into the hallway and turned left.

	One of the double doors was banged open wide by Toby's fist before various pairs of pants and underpants were flung outside. When he returned to the classroom, the other teens were cowering before Toby gently took Naomi by the arm.

	As she stood, Toby explained.

	"I was told in the last period that football practice was cancelled. One coach had to work late and the other's wife went into labor. So I went looking for you and someone said they saw you going this way. I'm glad I got here in time. They forgot to close the door."

	Naomi felt oddly calm as Toby escorted her out of the room and out of the doors. When she saw the scattered clothing, she imagined Andy and his friends scrambling to get them before they were seen in their state. She was about to laugh when she started to tremble.

	Toby's arm came around her shoulders and she grabbed him, clutching at him until her shaking subsided. He didn't try to do anything but hold her and she gradually felt safe again with his thick arm protecting her. When she was calm again, they started walking toward her house.

	"We don't have to do any math today," he said. "I can just walk with you to your house and leave you there."

	"No, I don't want to be alone just yet. Hannah might see me if I cry or something. Could we come to your house?

	"Sure."

	At Toby's house, Trish was there as usual while Toby's brother, Greg, was practicing with the high school team. Hannah, unaware of what had transpired at the school, promptly climbed into Trish's lap and showed her a book about jungle cats she had gotten that day at the school library.
An hour later, Greg joined them having finished practice.

	Despite most of her attention being on Hannah, Trish could tell something was not quite right with Naomi.

	"Is everything all right?" she asked.

	Clearly uncomfortable, Naomi wasn't sure what to say. Then Toby spoke up.

	"Some guys tried to mess with her but I stopped them," he growled.

	"You didn't go too far, did you?" asked Greg. "Dad's gonna be pissed off if you did too much."

	"They had it coming!" Toby retorted.

	"Hey, I'm just trying to watch out for your dumb ass!" Greg shouted before Trish intervened.

	"Hey, guys - ladies present," she lightly chided before turning to Naomi. "Anyway, your knight in shining armor - make that a shining Raiders jersey - came through. It's okay now."

	Okay now.

	The words bounced in Naomi's head. Intended to calm her, they instead mocked her. Shaking, she couldn't stop the visions of her recent torments from playing in her mind while Trish's kindly intended words stretched and screeched into some demonic soundtrack.

	"It's not okay now!" she screamed. "I'm not okay! Hannah's not okay because I couldn't protect her!"

	And everything came tumbling out as her throat grew raw from the force of her voice. Every detail of what Mr. Nolan and Andy and the others had done came pouring out from her until she finally stopped. Rasping for breath, she suddenly became aware of her surroundings. Greg and Toby stared at her, ashen faced, while Trish rocked a sobbing Hannah in her lap.

	"Bro, you didn't go far enough," Greg said quietly.

	"I didn't know..." Toby responded.

	"Now you do," growled Greg. "And I do. Those fuckers are all dead. All of them! And I mean dead!"

	"Hell, yeah!" Toby snarled.

	"Hey!" a much deeper voice boomed.

	All heads turned as Waylon stepped into the kitchen.

	"What the hell is this shit you're saying?" the boys' father demanded. "I damned well know I made it clear that you will never, ever-"

	"Mr. Gorman," Trish interrupted while Hannah buried her face in the older girl's shoulder. "There's a reason."

	When Trish saw that Naomi was in no condition to speak, she gave the man a simplified rundown of what had been done to Naomi and Hannah. Now it was Waylon who was enraged but he held up a hand to keep anyone from speaking while he regained some semblance of control.

	"This Nolan guy," he said at last. "What's his first name?"

	"Leo," Toby said.

	"Yeah, that sounds right from what I remember. He ought to die for this but murders get investigated to the end," Waylon said, speaking as much to himself as the others as he paced the room. "And I've met him at parent-teacher conferences. But I'll think of something and have some guys take care of the son of a bitch. Let's just say I know plenty of the rough crowd."

	"I don't want people to know...to see their pictures...about us," Naomi weakly protested.

	Waylon patted the girl on the shoulder.

	"Okay, I get that. And Greg, Toby - stay out of this. These assholes are not worth getting you in trouble."

	"What about Andy and the others at school?" Toby asked.

	Waylon rubbed his thick moustache as he thought.

	"I gotta think of something. No one's gonna want to beat the shit out of some kids that young - even if they have it coming. Maybe..."

	"No, I've got it," Trish announced before kissing Hannah on the head. "I think I have an idea..."

	A smile blossomed on the teen girl's face and then it turned evil.

	Advik Sadana was far from physically imposing but he found himself in strange company since following in love with the hardcore Harley Davidson culture during his college years. The IT specialist who had left his home in Punjab province ten years ago at the age of eighteen was not sure what his loving mother and proud father would think of some of his bearded and tattooed friends. He kept his own appearance neat and professional and that seemed to make some of his newer friends respect him even more for being his own person.

	While he had some amusing tales he would never share with his parents, tonight's activities were darker and would be treated with equal silence on his part. At present, he was sitting in an unremarkable house in the middle of an unremarkable street in an unremarkable neighborhood.
Having completed the wipe of certain files from the cell phone, he handed it to a man who went by the name of Jackal. Jackal kept the top of his head shaved while growing a long beard.

	"So this is completely clean?" Jackal said.

	"Yes, but of only the unfortunate data we discussed," Advik primly replied as he reviewed the status of the hard-drive wipe in progress on the homeowner's laptop. Despite the close fit of the latex gloves he was wearing, the typing felt a bit awkward. "This way, the phone will look completely normal with everything else still on there."

	"Good. What about the laptop?"

	"Aside from the subfolder containing the photos and videos he copied from his phone, the rest of the material is intact. There is plenty of illegal material he downloaded from secure internet places, but..."

	"But what?"

	Advik sighed.

	"I am curious as to why some illegal content is being removed while the majority of it will be kept."

	"The stuff from his phone were local kids and we don't want them getting involved. It's for their protection," Jackal explained.

	"Did you know that there were several years of this type of thing from his phone? That one you have and some previous ones?"

	"Waylon thought there might be. So is everything off his laptop?"

	Advik nodded as he disconnected his own computer from the homeowner's laptop.

	"Magnetic disk data is difficult to completely erase, even with over-writing routines," he told Jackal and a couple of others who had walked over. "The most secure thing would be to destroy the entire hard drive but since you want this other incriminating evidence left intact; that is not an option here. However, since there is so much of it in plain view, I should doubt that the authorities will do anything more than a cursory check for deleted files. They will not find what I have done here."

	"So you're done?"

	"Yes, I am quite ready to leave now, thank you."

	As Advik was escorted from the house, Jackal stopped at the kitchen table and, wearing the same kind of gloves that Advik had been wearing, placed the phone in the hand of the man lying on the table. Then he pressed 9-1-1 on the phone. No one would be talking to the operator but emergency services would be able to track the signal location.

	Despite hearing of what the man had done - as well as seeing some of the material from his phone - Advik could not bear to look at the pulverized mess on the table. The man was still alive but would never look the same or move the same again. When the police looked for evidence of this crime, they'd find none but would see other damning material in the open on his laptop. In fact, Advik had left one video running on a continuous loop.

	Exiting the side door of the house, Advik shook his head in disgust. The man in there had even been a teacher of children!

	Andy was pissed. Why the hell had Tony forgotten to close the fucking classroom door? Andy had told him to. Or at least he thought he had. At least Tony had pissed himself when Toby had confronted him. And Andy had made Tony venture outside to get their clothes. No one else had seen him bare below the waist but Andy thought it was enough punishment.

	After dinner in their respective homes, they had gathered again at a burger place to drink some cokes and commiserate. The question now was how they could get revenge on Naomi without Toby stomping them into pizza toppings.

	"Hey," Marc whispered. "Those girls have been checking us out."

	Andy looked over, not for the first time, at the quartet of  high school girls in another booth. Damn if Marc wasn't right. Now they were getting up and coming their way!

	A blonde who filled her t-shirt and tight jeans quite nicely introduced herself as Trish before naming her friends.

	"I hear you guys know how to make a girl feel good," Trish purred as her breasts seemed to nod in agreement inside her shirt.

	Andy could see Trish's nipples poking through the thin material. Holy shit! She wasn't wearing a bra! He was looking forward to feeling those although he wouldn't mind the little tits of that dark-haired girl, Andrea. She was thin and petite and reminded Andy of the thrills he had with the much younger Naomi and Hannah and their little bodies.

	It wasn't long before everyone was in two cars and on their way to having a good time. Andy wasn't sure where exactly they were but they were in a basement in a house with no parents around. This was going to be an orgy!

	After the boys eagerly undressed, the girls pounced. Andy thought it was fun and kind kinky until he found his hands bound with a zip tie. Tony, Marc, and Mike were in the same condition. Then Andy was put in a chair with his legs spread and his ankles tied to the chair legs.

	Andrea was holding something and turned it on for a moment. It buzzed. Then Trish explained.

	"If you guys think that raping little girls makes them feel good, you're fucked up. And your buddy, Mr. Nolan? Andrea had a year in hell from him two years ago. She never said who had raped her until we talked about you guys tonight. Do you know what Andrea's uncle does for a living?"

	Andy shook his head nervously as Andrea stared at his crotch.

	"He owns a tattoo parlor," Trish finished.

	One of the other girls grabbed Andy's limp penis and pulled it to make it stretch.

	"I would have liked to have written 'raping asshole' on your dick, but you don't have the room," Andrea said. "So each of you will just have to settle for a big capital 'R'. That should be fun to explain to your future girlfriends - if you ever get any."

	Andy struggled but it was useless. For a moment, he thought how Naomi had been pinned on the desk, trying to get free, just before he raped her that first time.

	Andrea held the electric tattoo needle an inch away from Andy's captive member before turning it on again. Looking up at him, she grinned.

	"This is gonna hurt."

	Then she brought the needle to his skin.

	Although Naomi always liked math, the following day's class was most interesting. First, there was a substitute who announced he would be taking over for a long time since Mr. Nolan had some sort of accident last night. Fortunately, Mr. Nolan had graded yesterday's exams before he had left school and the new teacher distributed them.

	Naomi had a perfect 100 but Andy didn't send any insults her way. In fact, he and his three friends seemed strangely subdued, not to mention walking almost bowlegged today. Naomi was wondering what Trish had done when she saw Toby holding up his test that sported a 'B-Minus'. He was deliriously happy.

	"A 'B-Minus'," Trish said that afternoon. "Hey you just might get that Nobel prize after all."

	The teen had Hannah in her lap again while Toby had disappeared. She sent the younger girl off in search of something before speaking to Naomi again.

	"No problems from Andy, today?" she asked.

	"No. he and the others were really weird. What did you do?"

	Trish only grinned and shook her head. Then she grew serious.

	"I'll watch Hannah while you go to Toby's room."

	"Why?"

	"For privacy, of course."

	"But we're going to study...oh! Oh, no. I can't do that!"

	Trish put a hand on Naomi's arm.

	"Yes you can and you should. Like I told you before, Toby will treat you right. You'll see. And you have to know how good it can be. Not like with Nolan and the rest."

	When Naomi went into Toby's bedroom, he was only wearing his boxer shorts and seemed a little shy.

	"Trish told you?" he asked.

	"Uh huh."

	"Yeah, um, she told me why we should. But if it hurts or anything I'll stop."

	Despite her jittery nerves, Naomi wondered what this act would be like with someone who treated her with care. She understood that people loved to do it, so there must be something more to it than what had been forced upon her. And she remembered how strong Toby's hands were when he touched her before - that was innocent but she found it rather attractive now.

	"I'm going to take my clothes off, okay?" she asked.

	Toby nodded and asked, "Is it okay if I'm watching? I mean since we're going to, you know."

	"Oh. Yes, I think that's okay."

	Although pleased that he had asked permission, Naomi was now nervous for a different reason. What would he think of her after having experience with more developed girls? This concern was at the forefront of her mind as she slowly stripped but when she was nude, she saw the bulge in his shorts.

	Toby saw where she was staring and blushed.

	"Yeah, you look pretty," he said.

	Naomi stiffly lay on the bed and put her hand on her mound.

	"I have to be wet before we do it so it won't hurt that much," she said as she massaged her vulva.

	Toby stared at the girl's slender body. When she had been standing, he could see the gentle shape of Naomi's tiny breasts. Now they were nearly nonexistent with Naomi on her back.

	"I can help," he said huskily.

	Naomi nodded and removed her hand. She was expecting him to touch her there but was surprised when he put his hands on her waist instead. The strength in his firm grip excited her when he held her like this.

	Then Toby slid his hands up her sides before bringing them over on her chest. He gently massaged the pads of flesh on her chest like other girls had shown him. Having only been abused there before, Naomi quickly loved this new treatment and by the time Toby eventually swept his thumbs over her nipples, they were already erect.

	He lay down beside her and kissed her and taught her the joys of tongue-to-tongue contact while still using one hand to sweep over her breasts. When he slid it down over her belly, Naomi felt strangely bloated inside her cunny. As his fingers found her smooth pubis and curled over her mons, she felt her moisture inside. For the first time, the reaction hadn't been first and she swallowed hard at the realization that she wanted what was to come next. She wanted him inside her.

	When Toby started to roll over her, she spread her legs in anticipation. Toby held himself up on his arms and moved his hips to get into position. Despite her arousal, Naomi still felt some trepidation, but when the head of Toby's erection slid between her hairless labia, she jerked her hips up in response to make him penetrate her.

	Encountering the hot liquid crush of Naomi's sex surrounding him, Toby bored deeper and began to stroke inside the eleven year-old. He took it slow, afraid she might cry out, but she only stared, wide-eyed at him and rolled her slender pelvis as her arousal grew. Unable to reach his shoulders, the girl clutched at his biceps as the friction of his sliding member made her pussy lubricate desperately.

	Naomi felt feverish and the swelling sensation in her cunny was now making trickles of electricity fly through her prepubescent body. Atop her budding breasts, her nipples ached from their enhanced stiffness.

	Unable to withstand the sultry clutch of the girl's drooling sex, Toby exploded inside her. Naomi moaned gently as she felt his seed wash inside of her and the sense of defeat she had known each time in the past was now replaced by a sense of completeness. Still, the wonderful things she had been experiencing in her loins seemed unfinished.

	Sliding her hands down the teen's well-muscled arms, Naomi brought them to her chest and massaged her mounds. The touches on her nipples made her groan softly and squirm. Toby's sock, which had softened slightly inside her, now grew again with the resiliency of adolescence as he felt her wriggling and saw what her hands were doing.

	"I can do it again, if you want," he croaked, hoping she'd agree.

	Naomi said nothing but grabbed his arms again while opening her legs even further. When Toby pushed all the way in again, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. On his next thrust, her legs clutched him fiercely, making him drive into her juicy snatch with more force than he intended.

	"Oh!" Naomi gasped. "Do it like that now. Please."

	Toby needed no further encouragement and drove his cock into the preteen with lustier strength. A mix of Naomi's liquid and Toby's semen gurgled as it was pushed out of her heated twat and dribbled over the spread flesh of her bald pussy. Her tunnel was slippery and tight around him and then her grip on him convulsed as her entire body quaked.

	Toby kept stroking through the eleven year-old's orgasm, working his prick between her willingly open thighs. Temporarily spent, Naomi went limp and lay with her limbs spread beneath the teen before a second wave of spurts filled her girlish places.

	They stayed that way, unwilling to move or break the contact of their interlocked bodies until Naomi moved her hand down her front. She stopped at her lower tummy, pressing there and knowing that Toby's penis and his ejaculate were just inside her body there. Then she slid her hand down lower, murmuring wordlessly as she felt where they were joined. Her fingers played over the boy's damp member and her smooth lips and then she looked up at him.

	"Can...can I be your girlfriend?" she asked timidly.

	Toby's brow furrowed.

	"Um, sure. But I think you already are, now."

	When Naomi came back to the kitchen and saw Trish grinning at her, she blushed. She then returned the smile before her face grew troubled.

	"Trish, what can I do about Hannah? I mean she can't...you know...with Toby..."

	Trish shifted in her seat, feeling the warmth in her crotch as she had already considered this.

	"You just stay with Toby and study your math and, shall we say, other subjects."

	The color in Naomi's cheeks grew brighter before Trish finished her statement.

	"And I will take care of Hannah."


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