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A Girl Named Naomi: Jungle Gym
by Mr. Universe (mr.universe@hush.com)

***

The pilot story for the series 'A Girl Named Naomi'. 
Harking back to her schoolgirl days, a young Naomi 
finds herself in a situation where her academic success 
comes at a heavy price. (mf-teens, youths, reluc, exh, 
tor, bd)

***

ACT I, scene I
JUNGLE GYM

The schoolyard was hot on the early June day. Whilst 
the children scorched themselves on the fiery surface 
of the playground, the adult 'supervisors' carefully 
cooled themselves in the minute amounts of shade 
provided by the building. Constant whining from 
overheated kids and shortages of water bottles pushed 
most of the teachers indoors five minutes into the 
lunch recess.

Naomi herself would have much preferred to be in the 
cool shade of a tree, but the all the trees were dead 
from lack of water. Instead, she simply nestled herself 
beneath a cheap plastic slide the six-year olds played 
on, trying to drown out their constant yelling so she 
could concentrate on her book.

It was a well-known fact that Naomi was the smartest 
kid in the grade - and probably the school, too. 
Although only in Grade 7, the thirteen-year-old was 
used to outsmarting her teachers. Instead of admiration 
from her peers, however, she simply got resentment.

Naomi was short even for her age, with shoulder-length 
straight black hair and deep green eyes. Like all other 
British schoolchildren, Naomi wore a school uniform for 
much of her life. Unlike her fellow schoolmates, 
however, Naomi usually tried to follow it.

The uniform for her age was a plain white blouse neatly 
tucked into a knee-length gray skirt and held up by a 
tight black belt. She had matching gray socks and a 
tight tie, as well as black leather shoes and a small 
black hair band, from which she made a simple ponytail. 
It certainly wasn't the most comfortable uniform, 
especially during the heat waves or cold spikes.

A small torrent of sand flew into Naomi's face. Looking 
up from her book, Naomi spotted three of the Grade 8s 
standing in front of her. She knew them all by name, 
but none personally. They were the jocks. The stupid, 
popular, muscular, jocks.

Elementary schools had them too.

"Hey bookworm," said Jeremy, imposing himself over her. 
Jeremy was amongst the stupidest kids in the grade, but 
his parents were well-off German immigrants, so the 
staff didn't complain.

Naomi tried to pull herself to her feet as she blinked 
tears out of her eyes, although Jeremy pushed her back 
down. There was something threatening about the way he 
eyed her.

"We've been looking all over for you, worm," snarled 
Jeremy. "What are you hiding under here for?"

"Primarily to keep myself out of the poorly shielded 
glare of the Sun, hence minimizing the effects of heat-
based illnesses that could deter my academic 
performance," replied Naomi smartly.

Jeremy and the others just looked confused for a 
moment. Then he kicked sand into her face again, this 
time some of the grains slipped into her mouth and up 
her nose.

"Alright you little skunk! We were wondering if you 
could do us a favor," said Jeremy, using one over sized 
hand to push her flat on her back.

"Why of course, comrade Jeremy," replied Naomi, not 
faltering as she switched easily to a stereotypical 
Russian accent. Jeremy dropped to her level, and placed 
his hand around her jaw.

"I've got the big Chemistry test coming up next period, 
and I can't exactly remember the formulas," said 
Jeremy, his voice seething with anger.

"Technically, it's pronounced formulae," replied Naomi, 
smiling, even as the older bully applied pressure to 
her cheeks.

"So as I was saying, I've got some cue cards and a 
pencil here. I would really appreciate it if you would 
just jot down the formulae," said Jeremy, putting extra 
emphasis on the last word.

He released her, and Naomi took her cue to sit up in 
the sand. One of the other boys dropped a pack of blank 
cue cards and a pencil in front of her. Naomi looked at 
them for a few seconds before picking up her book 
again.

"Now listen you little-" practically yelled Jeremy. He 
grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her out from under 
the slide into the broad daylight. Naomi glanced about, 
but saw no supervisors in the nearby area.

"Either you help a fellow student by writing down those 
equations, or we're going to have to extract them from 
you."

"Two things," said Naomi, her heart rate barely 
increasing, "One: that would be considered cheating 
under the School Code Section IV, punishable by 
expulsion." Jeremy bit his lip. "And two: your SS 
impersonation could really use some work."

Instead of responding, Jeremy slapped her across the 
face, hard. Naomi collapsed into the sand, although the 
two other boys quickly pulled the brand-new teenager to 
her feet.

Naomi made to say something witty, but found Jeremy 
slapping her across the face again. Red marks were 
clearly visible on her cheeks, but the girl bit back 
tears and gave an impish smile.

By the time she had raised her head again, Jeremy had 
taken off his own ill-fitting tie. With apparent ease, 
he stepped behind her and quickly tied a small knot in 
the garment. As soon as that was done, he looped it 
around her head. Walking back in front of her, he 
slapped her across the face. Only a muffled whimper was 
audible - the improvised cleave gag worked.

"How much time before the bell?" asked Jeremy, to one 
of the boys holding up the gagged schoolgirl.

"Twenty-two minutes," replied the bulking mass, 
glancing at a cheap plastic watch.

Jeremy bent forward and undid Naomi's tie. The girl 
didn't think puberty had really hit him yet, but he 
didn't seem to care that he was passively stroking her 
small breasts.

With her tie off, the two thugs quickly spun Naomi 
around and released her arms. Naomi tried to struggle, 
although Jeremy quickly bound her wrists behind her 
back, palms out. A moment later, Naomi felt a third tie 
being pulled across her eyes, effectively blindfolding 
her.

"Find Jennifer and tell her we've got Naomi in the 
jungle gym," said Jeremy. Naomi heard somebody running 
off.

"Now, you little bitch," said Jeremy, his hand around 
her neck, "you're going to talk, one way or another."

"Pity, I thought your IQ was at least in the double 
digits," said Naomi, through the gag. Growling, Jeremy 
pulled off Naomi's shoes and socks. Bunching up one 
sock, he loosened the gag, stuffed in the sock, and 
tightened it up again.

"When you're ready to be of some use to us, I'll take 
it out," said Jeremy. Naomi tried to give an impish 
smile, but found her cheeks were too packed for the 
necessary facial movements.

"Ah, look at the little baby," said a voice Naomi 
identified as Jennifer. Jennifer was the most 
attractive thing the school had, and was smart enough 
to manipulate students and teachers alike. Naomi felt a 
sharp pinch on her arm. "Does it talk?"

"Not until we make sure it says what we want it to," 
came Jeremy's voice.

Naomi felt herself being hoisted onto a pair of 
shoulders. She tried to kick, but quickly felt yet more 
ties binding her knees and ankles together. She was 
fairly well trussed as she was pulled up the jungle gym 
and onto a small metal bridge supported by steel poles.

Naomi felt her hands being untied, but didn't resist. 
She was pushed beneath one of the support beams and 
pulled up on the other side. Her hands were re-tied, 
and her back was now forcibly arched by one of the 
poles on the bridge. She was missing her knee-socks, 
and she knew that in a few minutes, the metal tiles 
that made up the bridge would become very uncomfortable 
in the boiling heat.

It was a very awkward position. Most of her body was 
outside of the bridge, although her bound hands and 
kneeling legs were inside. Blindfolded and gagged, it 
was impossible to understand what was going on.

That was, at least, until a stream of water hit her 
square in the face. Somebody must have stolen the 
janitor's hose, and was now soaking the front of her 
body. The water was icy cold, and almost a welcome 
refreshment from the hot summer day.

Then she felt a sharp pain on either foot. She tried to 
squirm, but was effectively bolted down. Then she 
realized that she was being hit with wooden rulers. 
Bastinado, or something to that effect. Somebody was 
beating the soles of her foot with a wooden ruler!

Naomi tried to move, but the discomfort only greatened 
over time. Most of her body was soaked, and she 
wondered what kind of ideas a wet blouse would provoke. 
Her knees and back were already aching from the 
scorching pressure of the metal bars, and her feet were 
on fire with pain.

Naomi lost sense of time. There must have been a dozen 
kids, all jeering at her pain. After a while, Naomi 
felt herself being untied. The nearly collapsed with 
relief, but two strong arms held her up. She was 
brought down to the sand-level again where she was 
forced to her knees.

"So, you little smart-ass, have you found the brains to 
talk yet?" came Jeremy's voice. Somebody untied her tie 
gag and pulled a damp sock out.

"Jeremy, have you found any brains at all? I've heard 
that you might have some use for them," replied Naomi, 
after a moment's pause. A dumb thing to say, but she 
could hardly help herself.

There was a small roar of laughter as the damp (and now 
sandy) sock was stuffed back into her mouth. She was 
pulled to her feet and dragged quite some distance, 
until her back was pushed to a dying tree.

Somebody with bulky hands quickly unbuttoned her 
soaking blouse, yanking it off proudly. There was a 
cheer as her solid black bra was revealed. A moment 
later, she felt a hand around her crotch undoing her 
belt and pulling off her skirt, revealing matching 
solid black panties.

Wild yells broke out, and the thirteen-year old 
wondered why nobody had spotted this yet. Her hands 
were bound behind her back behind the tree, as were her 
feet, knees, breasts and neck.

Naomi felt a sharp pain and realized somebody was 
pinching the insides of her thighs, near her crotch. It 
didn't hurt much at first, but after a while it became 
a constant, painful stinging sensation.

Simultaneously, Naomi felt a painful sting across her 
face as somebody slapped her. Then she was slapped 
again. And again. The constant jerking and stinging 
caused small tears to form in her eyes, invisible 
behind the blindfold.

There was a brief pause when everyone pulled away. 
Naomi wondered if they might demand she talk again, 
although she simply felt herself being soaked by the 
hose again. Was that it? It was almost relaxing.

That was until she felt a bucketful of sand being 
splashed across her body. Several buckets later, 
Naomi's entire body was coated in fine sand particles. 
Only then did the gag come out of her mouth for the 
third time.

"Alright Naomi. Seriously. Just write down the 
equations now and we can end this," came Jeremy's 
voice. He was nervous. Lunch break was almost over. She 
was so close... Naomi was not going to allow him this 
victory.

"And the Lord said, 'blessed are the meek, for they 
shall inherit the Earth'. Game's over Jeremy. You 
lose."

Jeremy gave out a primal grunt of rage as he slapped 
her across the face, harder than every time before. 
Naomi let out a small gasp of pain, but her impish 
smile was visible for all to see; semi-naked, bound, 
blindfolded and covered in sand as she was. Smiling.

The recess bell rang. Jeremy punched her in the 
stomach, although it was half-hearted. He knew he was 
beat. There were the sounds of people shuffling away. 
They were going to leave her? Naomi said nothing. She 
could figure this one out herself.

She waited for a few minutes. The stinging sensation in 
her knees, feet and thighs was fading. She let out a 
small, brief laugh.

Rebellious to the end...

***

This story is the fictional work of Mr. Universe. As an 
author, I welcome any sort of criticisms, suggestions, 
compliments, comments, etc. For contact information, 
please e-mail me at: mr.universe@hush.com


This is part of a literary series, entitled 'A Girl 
Named Naomi'. The series will encompass a variety of 
settings, all based around the principal character, 
Naomi. Stories will be published approximately once per 
week. All works are by their official creator, Mr. 
Universe.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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