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Home Invasion at the Wakefield Residence
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Category:
S through Z › Sweet Valley High
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
10,523
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Sweet Valley High, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Home Invasion at the Wakefield Residence
Sweet Valley High NC-17 FanFic
DISCLAIMER: I do not own "Sweet Valley High".
Chapter One: Frank, Darrell and Luke
Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield, the popular 16 year-old blonde twins of Sweet Valley High, had no idea that a group of serial rapists had been watching them and planned to make them their next victims.
"I've always wanted to fuck and humiliate twins," said the one of the rapists. "Especially beautiful blonde twins."
His name was Frank. He was thirty-two years old, six-feet tall and weighed one hundred and seventy pounds. He was lean and fit. He had brown hair and brown eyes. His face was not handsome, but it had sharp features and was the sort of face that often made people stop to take a second look at him and wonder where they had seen him before. Frank knew that, so he was never one to stay in one town for very long.
Frank enlisted the help of some his friends shortly after he targeted the twins as victims. His friends' names were Luke and Darrell. They had committed some rapes during their lifetime, but they were never caught or convicted. All of their victims chose not to report the crimes due to shame, embarrassment and fear of retaliation.
Luke was twenty-six years old, five-feet and nine inches tall and weighed one hundred and forty pounds. He had black hair and grey eyes. His family, acquaintances and most of his friends would tell you that Luke was a nice, pleasant guy who would help anyone in trouble. They had no idea that he harbored a hatred of most women and that he had already committed over a dozen rapes since he turned seventeen. He was what one would call a "pretty boy". That fooled a lot of people, especially his rape victims.
Darrell was thirty years old, six-feet and two inches tall and weighed one hundred and ninety pounds. He ran four miles every day and worked out with weights. Seeing him coming toward you with an angry and determined look on his face was a very intimidating thing for anyone to experience. His past rape victims would tell you that, if only the combination of their fear and shame did not serve as a silencing barrier.
When Frank checked out possible rape victims in the town of Sweet Valley the Wakefield twins were the first ones he noticed.
"I've hit the Mother Lode!" thought Frank. His mind reeled at the possibilites of the filthy and degrading things he would do to them.
"Shit, Frank," said Luke as they hid behind some bushes and watched the twins playing tennis. "They're the most identical-looking twins I've ever seen! Not that I've seen a whole lot of twins in my lifetime."
"I'd love to find out firsthand if they're just as identical on the inside as they are on the outside," said Frank.
Luke looked puzzled. "You mean if they have identical personalities?"
Frank rolled his eyes. "No, stupid. I mean if they have identical fuckholes! Would it feel the same to fuck one twin as it would feel to fuck the other? Well, that's what we're going to find out, my friends."
Frank, Luke and Darrell gathered the supplies and equipment they would need to carry out their crime: ski masks, duct tape, rope, handcuffs, knives, loaded guns, large blankets and a plain white unmarked van.
"When do we get to do this?" Darrell asked eagerly. His cock was already getting hard from just thinking about sticking it into one of the twins.
"Tonight," said Frank. Darrell and Luke grinned and did a high-five.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own "Sweet Valley High".
Chapter One: Frank, Darrell and Luke
Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield, the popular 16 year-old blonde twins of Sweet Valley High, had no idea that a group of serial rapists had been watching them and planned to make them their next victims.
"I've always wanted to fuck and humiliate twins," said the one of the rapists. "Especially beautiful blonde twins."
His name was Frank. He was thirty-two years old, six-feet tall and weighed one hundred and seventy pounds. He was lean and fit. He had brown hair and brown eyes. His face was not handsome, but it had sharp features and was the sort of face that often made people stop to take a second look at him and wonder where they had seen him before. Frank knew that, so he was never one to stay in one town for very long.
Frank enlisted the help of some his friends shortly after he targeted the twins as victims. His friends' names were Luke and Darrell. They had committed some rapes during their lifetime, but they were never caught or convicted. All of their victims chose not to report the crimes due to shame, embarrassment and fear of retaliation.
Luke was twenty-six years old, five-feet and nine inches tall and weighed one hundred and forty pounds. He had black hair and grey eyes. His family, acquaintances and most of his friends would tell you that Luke was a nice, pleasant guy who would help anyone in trouble. They had no idea that he harbored a hatred of most women and that he had already committed over a dozen rapes since he turned seventeen. He was what one would call a "pretty boy". That fooled a lot of people, especially his rape victims.
Darrell was thirty years old, six-feet and two inches tall and weighed one hundred and ninety pounds. He ran four miles every day and worked out with weights. Seeing him coming toward you with an angry and determined look on his face was a very intimidating thing for anyone to experience. His past rape victims would tell you that, if only the combination of their fear and shame did not serve as a silencing barrier.
When Frank checked out possible rape victims in the town of Sweet Valley the Wakefield twins were the first ones he noticed.
"I've hit the Mother Lode!" thought Frank. His mind reeled at the possibilites of the filthy and degrading things he would do to them.
"Shit, Frank," said Luke as they hid behind some bushes and watched the twins playing tennis. "They're the most identical-looking twins I've ever seen! Not that I've seen a whole lot of twins in my lifetime."
"I'd love to find out firsthand if they're just as identical on the inside as they are on the outside," said Frank.
Luke looked puzzled. "You mean if they have identical personalities?"
Frank rolled his eyes. "No, stupid. I mean if they have identical fuckholes! Would it feel the same to fuck one twin as it would feel to fuck the other? Well, that's what we're going to find out, my friends."
Frank, Luke and Darrell gathered the supplies and equipment they would need to carry out their crime: ski masks, duct tape, rope, handcuffs, knives, loaded guns, large blankets and a plain white unmarked van.
"When do we get to do this?" Darrell asked eagerly. His cock was already getting hard from just thinking about sticking it into one of the twins.
"Tonight," said Frank. Darrell and Luke grinned and did a high-five.