Don Scott - Two raped schoolgirls

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.

"Who are you?" Sandy finally managed to ask, her voice quivering with fear.

The taller of the two said, "You can think of me as the Phantom."

"And I'm Trouble," the shorter one said.

"Stand up," Phantom said, his voice soft yet firm, letting Sandy know that she couldn't do anything but follow his orders exactly. "Stand and turn around."

The strawberry blonde turned around slowly, feeling their eyes on her body. Despite her fear, she could feel the pussyjuice moistening the rosy lips of her cunt. Sandy was an exhibitionist at heart. She wanted to be an actress and she loved it whenever anyone watched her.

"Take your clothes," Trouble said. "We're going to fuck you but good!"

Sandy was trembling from head to foot. She could only hope the two boys wouldn't hurt her. Maybe, if she satisfied their lust, worked their cocks over until she got them to cum harder and more forcefully than ever before, they wouldn't hurt her that she began unbuttoning her dress.

"I'll do anything you want, anything you ask of me," the girl whispered. "Just don't hurt me. That's all I ask of you."

Sandy unbuttoned the front of her dress, letting the two halves separate to show off the front of her body. Since her tits weren't really very big, and since they were nicely rounded and riding high on her rib cage, she wasn't wearing a bra. The boys could nearly see the dark, chocolate-brown circles of her areolas and her fear-hardened nipples. Her stomach was flat and tanned. The skimpy, clingy bikini panties she had on barely covered up her triangular patch of pussy hair.

"Take it off, Goddamn it!" Phantom hissed. The gorgeous young girl shrugged her shoulders and the dress filtered down her arms and fell in a heap around her ankles. She stood motionless, hands at her sides, Sandy didn't know what to do next. She felt like hiding her tits, putting her hands over the ripe mounds of succulent flesh so the boys couldn't gawk so openly at them. But to hide her tits might annoy them and she didn't need to fire up these boys' anger as well as their lust.

Sandy hooked her thumbs into her tiny bikini panties, sliding her thumbs under the elastic band. She bent forward at the waist, dragging the sheer material past the delicate curve of her hips and down her thighs. Her ripe, hard nippled tit fell away from her body and Sandy's luxurious mane of strawberry blonde hair fell down the sides of her beautiful face.

"Holy shit!" the Phantom groaned.

Sandy brought the panties down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. When she stood up again, she as wearing only thigh-high white stockings with an intricate pattern running diagonal lines down them and her shoes with three-inch stiletto heels. Around Sandy's neck, hanging front a gold chain, was a medallion. She smoothed her hair away from her face after righting herself, licking her lips nervously, unintentionally making them glisten.

"Everything," Phantom said, his voice ominous and commanding. "You're getting completely naked, or we'll help you. Now you don't want that, do you?"

"No… of course not," Sandy replied in a whisper.

Sandy kicked off her shoes and pushed the stockings down her shapely legs. When the masked boy who called himself Phantom reach out his hand, she gave him the stockings.

"Don't hurt me," she repeated, the fear she felt now mixing erotically with anticipation.

She wondered what their cocks were like, if they were big and strong or small and weak. Sandy Hamilton certainly wasn't a virgin, but nothing like this had ever happened to her before.

The boys attacked swiftly and before Sandy could even think about defending herself she was on her knees with her arms outstretched in either direction. She felt her stockings being tied around her wrists, then the opposite ends being tied to the desk she had been sitting at and the post of the bookshelf.

"Nooooo," she whimpered.

Sandy, the most beautiful girl in the high school, was naked, on her knees in the aisle with her arms extended at her sides, tied securely with her own stockings.

"Suck this," Phantom said, stepping in front of Sandy as he unsnapped his jeans and jerked don his zipper.

Sandy stared at the crotch in front of her, unable to tear her eyes away from the bulge in the Phantom's pants even though she was frightened out of her wits. When he pushed his jeans down his thighs, a massive, rubbery knob of cockmeat drooped away from his body. The prick, though it wasn't completely hard yet, was already ten inches long. When it had grown to its full, jaw-stretching length, the Phantom's prick would be an even foot long and nearly as thick as the girl's wrist.

The lusty teenager shivered, feeling the hard tile floor against her bare knees. Her tits jiggling from her chest, the please capping lust darkened areolas. Sandy didn't want to believe she was hungry for the taste of the Phantom's prick, but she was. Eves though her hands wee tied away from her body and she was nothing more than a captive about to be gang-raped by the two masked boys wearing letterman's jackets, she was horny.

"Just don't hurt me, pie…" she said, then was silenced when Phantom hooked his hand behind her neck and pulled her face over his cock.

The bullet-shaped tip of his prickrod forced Sandy's painted lips apart. She squeezed her lips around the rubbery knob as it rolled deeper into her mouth. The ridge of the cockhead slipped between her lips and she began rubbing the underside of the crown with her tongue. The manly, meaty flavor of his cockrod delighted Sandy, made her pussyjuice glisten in droplets on the delicate lips of her hot cunt.

"Ohhhhhh!" Phantom groaned, shoving another inch of his cock into his gorgeous captive's juicy mouth.

Sandy shivered. She had given blowjobs before, but never had it excited her like this. She checked the stocking on her right wrist, feeling it bite into her tender flesh. There wasn't any way she could getaway from Phantom and Trouble until they untied her.