I was in my class. And before I became a good girl, I was top of my class, and a freaking feminist! can you believe it? me as a feminist???

Anyways, I was sitting with some guys (I was pretty developed for my age back then) when I received my freaking test grades... it was my worst one yet.

I, of corse, went to my teacher and asked him if I do anything (I was wearing my volleyball shorts and a tank top). He kinda.. smirked and pat the seat next to him. I knew something was wrong but I complied.

I leaned forward and looked around, and kissed me. I was so scared because I have been r@ped before and just froze. he started gr00ping my kiddy t!ts and spoke "if you tell anyone your grade will be a B"

so I complied

I learned how to s^ck d1ck properly, handle being sl@pped, and take d!ckk like a real whore. As my grade rose, so did my want to be r@ped.

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