Don Scott

Two raped schoolgirls

CHAPTER ONE

Sandy Hamilton wasn't thinking about anything but her upcoming English exam. She hadn't kept up with the work and now she was in the basement of the high school library, cramming.

She pushed a strand of strawberry blonde hair away from her eye, unmindful of the silence around her. All the other students had gone, leaving her alone in the musty basement of the ancient library. Sandy hadn't yet learned to be wary of being alone in such places.

It was a lesson she would soon learn.

Sandy was one of the most beautiful girls in the high school. She had bright eyes that sparkled when she felt happy or mischievous, and hair that fell in loose waves to several inches past her shoulders. Sandy wanted to be an actress, and she kept her hair in a Farrah Fawcett-style, parting it slightly off center, combing it away from her face in loose, silky waves.

Her body measured a cock hardening, but it wasn't her body that drove men and boys crazy with lust. It was her face. She was simply so damn beautiful that every man wanted to fuck her. Her mouth was so sensual that the thought of Sandy Hamilton giving a blowjob was all but guaranteed to give a boy a throbbing – and sometimes embarrassing – hard-on.

Sandy did not hear the two sets of footsteps as she turned the of her textbook. She was hunched over the book, concentrating on the complexities of the English language. Then, she heard a sound and looked up from the book.

"Be very quiet and you won't get hurt," the masked man said.

The teenager's mouth went bone dry in an instant.

She couldn't have screamed even if she wanted to. There were two boys, dressed in letterman's jackets, jeans and leather jogging shoes. They looked almost identical – including the ski masks they wore.