Chapter 2
Maggie Parsons sat in the back of the taxi watching the heavy D.C. traffic. A bit of fear gripped her as the taxi maneuvered around the Dupont Circle and changed lanes quickly and shot down the street toward her rendezvous with her lover. This was the second taxi that she used to get from her house to her lover's house. She had long ago learned to avoid the press if she wanted to. It wouldn't do to have pictures showing her entering Ronald Toomey's house. That would be very hard to explain. She had always thought that her husband had other women. She had never caught him with a woman but the signs were there. She wasn't all that concerned because she wouldn't have done anything about it if she had caught him. She loved the power that being a Senator's wife brought. Why throw that away?
Many in Washington admired Maggie and Bob Parsons and the two of them were thought of as a devoted loving couple. The truth was that they had grown in different directions in the past few years. Maggie didn't want children. Although Bob never brought it up, she was sure that the thought that he would never have children bothered him. Maggie also knew that it would a political plus for them to have children, but she was just one of those women that didn't need children to feel complete as a woman.
She relaxed after the taxi got out of the traffic circle. She leaned back in the seat. She was dressed in a sweat suit that hid her fine figure and her hair was concealed in the baseball cap that she wore. A large pair of stylish sunglasses effectively concealed her face. A gym bag contained her clothes and high heels that she would wear at Ronald's house. The running shoes hid the fact that she was wearing stockings. The taxi left her off about a block from her destination and she briskly walked to the house to meet her lover.
A stop to look into a storefront and quickly scan the street ensured her that she was not being followed. This had been her method of avoiding detection for several months now. She proceeded to the house and climbed the front steps. She opened the door with her key and entered the foyer, closing the front door behind her. When she walked into the living room she saw that Ron Toomey hadn't arrived yet so she walked upstairs and changed into the bra and panty set from Victoria's Secret that he loved and put on her high heels. After she slipped on the sheer matching robe she looked at her image in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. She smiled at herself. She was still a great looking woman at thirty-eight. The many hours that she spent in the gym paid off. She walked back downstairs and fixed a drink for them at the bar in Ron's den.
Ron Toomey turned into the alley in back of his house and drove north until he reached his yard. He pulled the big Lincoln Towncar into the driveway in the yard and shut off the engine. He saw a movement in the window and smiled. He knew that she had made it before he did. He had almost gotten out of the office, for his meeting with Maggie, when The Secretary of State called him to go over his trip to Africa next week. Ron Toomey was the Assistant Secretary of State for African Affairs. He had been written up in several magazines as one of the most influential African-American leaders in the country. He had made a fast rise through the State Department internal politics and was widely considered to be a future Secretary of State. He had met Maggie Parsons at a State Department cocktail party and they had talked the night away. A few months later their paths had crossed when he saw Maggie at a coffee shop not too far from his house. They had talked for a while at the coffee shop and he had invited her to his house. She quickly accepted and they fell into bed within thirty minutes of their arrival at his house. Their affair had been going on for several months now.
Ron never expected the affair to really go anywhere and Maggie had given him indications that she didn't either. There was affection between them but they didn't love each other. The sex between them was the best that either of them had ever had and that was enough for both of them for now. He knew that if anyone found out about them his career would be over, probably Senator Parsons' career would be over too. Maggie and Ron had both decided that everyone had too much to lose to be foolish.
He went into the house and put his briefcase on the kitchen counter. Maggie walked into the kitchen and ran to him and threw her arms around his neck before he had a chance to lock the back door or set the burglar alarm. They held each other and kissed for a while. Maggie took his hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom. She led him over to the dresser where she had sat the drinks for the both of them and handed one to him.
"I was getting wet just waiting for you," she said as she raised up to kiss him.
He set his drink down and kissed her harder. When they broke the kiss he took her drink from her and set it on the dresser. She pulled his head down to her and kissed him with passion. He slipped the robe off of her shoulders and she stepped back and let the robe fall to the floor. She slowly reached behind her and loosened the clasp on her bra and it joined the robe on the floor. He knelt in front of her and took the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them and stood before him in only her stockings and high heels.
They looked at each other for a moment and then he buried his face into her mound and gently traced his tongue along the length of her slit. She closed her eyes and let the sensations seep deep into her being. His tongue began to drive her crazy and she held his head to her, fearing that he would stop just when she was so close. His tongue began to concentrate on her clit and she began to moan and slowly push her hips toward his mouth. He felt her tense and then she grabbed his head and held his mouth to her as a massive orgasm shook her body.
He got up and picked her up and carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. She reached up for him to pull him to her but he moved away and started to undress. When he had shed his clothes he got on the bed between her lags and leaned over her, holding his weight off of her with his arms. She reached between them and took him in her hand and guided him to her. As he started to enter her she rose up to meet him and grabbed his ass and tried to pull him into her. He held back and began to tease her, entering her slowly, a little at a time. Finally he had his full length inside of her and he paused to look down at her. She smiled at him and pulled herself up and kissed him deeply.
They were so intent on each other that neither of them heard the back door open or the sounds of footsteps on the kitchen floor.
Ron began to thrust into her with a firm, steady rhythm and she rose her hips up to meet each of his thrusts. His tempo increased and she began to thrust up to him harder.
"Harder, fuck me harder," she said almost screaming it out.
He thrust into her harder and she met each of his thrusts with like intensity and began moaning and thrashing her head side to side on the pillow. Suddenly the orgasm began to grow and swell inside of her and she grabbed him as if to pull him inside of her deeper than he was and the orgasm took hold of her body and she felt him empty himself into her.
They were so intent on each other that they didn't hear the stairs creak as the three scruffy men inched their way toward the bedroom.
Ron rolled off of her and took her hand and held it. She looked at him and smiled.
"You're the greatest man that I've ever had in bed," she told him.
Ron smiled at her and squeezed her hand. He tried to catch his breath so that he could answer her. They laid together side by side enjoying the afterglow of the great sex.
They were so intent on each other that they didn't see the bedroom door start to be pushed open.
The three men burst into the room and all three ran to the bed. Only one of them had a gun. The other two men held hunting knives on the pair.
The one with the gun pointed the gun at Ron, "Ok man, get over to that chair. Now, man! I'm not going to shit with you. You don't move I'm going to kill you and then I'll kill the bitch."
Ron warily eyed to three men. He could tell that they were all on drugs and they were filthy. He tried to look for a chance to jump one of them. One of the men with a knife saw that he was thinking too much and moved to Maggie and held his knife to her throat.
He tried to look menacing but the drugs made him look comical, "If you try anything funny man, I'm going to kill the bitch."
Ron slowly got off of the bed and moved to the chair. One of the men with the knife pulled a roll of duct tape out of his jacket and handed the knife to the man with the gun. He walked over to Ron and pushed him down in the chair. Ron looked around and saw that the gun was pointed right at his head. Soon both of his arms were taped securely to the arms of the chair and his ankles were taped to the legs.
Maggie laid on the bed with the knife at her throat. She was aware that her body was tempting the three men and she saw that they were looking at her with leering grins.
The one with the gun walked over to Ron, "Man, where's the money and jewelry. Just give us the money and jewelry and we're gone and nobody gets hurt."
Ron told him where what little money he had in the house was and he nodded his head toward the jewelry box on the dresser. The man got the money and took all of the jewelry that looked like it might be worth something and shoved it in his pocket.
"Where's the safe man"
"There's no safe." Ron told him.
"Shit," the man spat, "This wasn't even worth it. Ain't even three hundred here. You got any drugs man?"
"Look guy, you got what you came for. Why not just get out of here and let us go. Nobody's been hurt. No harm done. I won't even call the cops."
The man turned and looked at Maggie, "This doesn't have to be a total loss. We could have a little fun with the little lady."
He moved toward the bed and Maggie got a look of fear in her eyes. The man holding the knife to her throat lowered the knife and reached out and grabbed her breast and squeezed it so hard that she cried out in pain.
The man put his gun in his pocket and walked over to the bed and grabbed Maggie by her hair and pulled her off the bed and forced her to get on the floor on her hands and knees. He stood in front of her and motioned for the one that had been holding the knife to her throat to get behind her. The man moved behind her and started to pull his pants down.
"No, please don't." she pleaded.
The man holding her hair hit her in the face with his fist, "Shut up bitch! One more word out of you and I'm going to cut you. When I'm done cutting you, no man will ever want to look at you again. You're going to do what I tell you or I'll cut you good."
The man behind her lowered his pants and knelt down and guided his cock to her mound. He pushed forward fast and shoved himself into her. He began to take her roughly. The man holding her hair unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and put it in front of her lips. Maggie tried to turn her head and he jerked her head around again, pulling her hair hard. She opened her mouth to scream and he shoved his cock into her mouth and began to shove himself into her throat as roughly as the man was taking her from behind.
Both of the men took her as roughly as they could. She was just a tool for them to use to satisfy their needs and they wanted to hurt the stuck-up, rich bitch. She felt the man in her mouth tense and she knew that he was about to cum in her mouth. She tried to move away but the man held her head to him and forced her to swallow what he deposited into her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth and the third man moved in front of her and shoved himself into her mouth.
For the next couple of hours the three men took turns with her repeatedly in every orifice of her body. Sometimes, when one of them was finished with her mouth for a while, he would knee her in the face or hit her with his fist before he handed her over to another one of them. Ron had started to scream when the first two men started raping Maggie. The man that wasn't using her yet, picked up the small metal jewelry box and smashed it into Ron's face repeatedly until he passed out. His face was a mass of pulp and blood and his eyes began to close. Blood kept running down his throat choking him.
After the three were sated, the man with the gun grabbed her by the hair again and dragged her to the bed. She was so exhausted that she was being held up by her hair. He deposited her on the bed, bloody and only half conscious. Her body was a mass of cuts, scratches and bruises and her eyes had begun to swell shut. A couple of teeth were broken and her lip was split so bad that it would need surgery. She rolled on her side and balled herself up into a fetal position to try and protect herself from whatever the men had in mind to do to her next.
"What do we do with them now?" the man that had held the knife to Maggie's throat asked.
"What do you think man? They can identify us. We get rid of them."
He walked over to Maggie and pulled the gun out of his pocket. He picked up a pillow and put it over her head. Maggie thought that he was going to try and smother her and she weakly tried to fight him. He put the gun against the pillow and pulled the trigger.
Ron had been in and out of consciousness several times while the men were raping Maggie and he was starting to regain consciousness when the man walked over to him with the pillow in his hand. He put the pillow to Ron's head, put the gun into the pillow and pulled the trigger.
The three men calmly walked through the house searching for anything
that they could pawn to get some cash. They waited until dark and left
the house one at a time and met up about a block from the house and
argued about who was to get what of the loot.