"I think this is the place", Karla said as she turned the motor off.

"Thanks for coming with me, Vera".

"Well I wouldn't want you to come by yourself."

"This shouldn't take very long and Ms. Edwards is very sweet." Karla said while closing the door to the car.

"Yea, its nice to give back from time-to-time, besides, how hard is it to do a 75 year olds taxes." They both laughed as they walked up the broken steps to Ms. Edwards's townhouse in NE Washington DC.

"Doing old people's taxes is a welcome change from the high-pressure, winner-take-all atmosphere at my law firm." Karla said knocking on the door. Karla and Vera knew a lot about prestigious law firms, so both were very successful Washington D.C. tax attorneys.

As they waited for Ms. Edwards, they noticed a group of guys across the street standing a vacant lot. The guys were hanging out talking but they were looking in the direction Ms. Edward's house.

"Do you think your car will be okay?" Vera asked.

"Yea, hopefully", Karla responded trying not to sound nervous.

Both were women well into their middle ages, Karla was 53 and Vera is 51 and did not attract attention from men as they did when they were younger. However, they were still attractive and very elegant looking.

Today was no exception. Karla's long brown hair was pulled back into a bun, and her round-framed glasses that she always wore accented her full face. She had a healthy, round figure. A white silk blouse and a blue jacket covered her large breasts. She was wearing a blue skirt that cut at the ankle, tan pantyhose and blue leather pumps.

Vera was equally conservatively attired. Her shoulder length black hair with gray streaks dominated her smooth brown skinned face with full red lips. Her figure did not give away the fact that she was a mother of two. The paisley print dress draped her small frame quite nicely, yet reveling little of what was underneath. The dress cut at her ankles also, revealing tan pantyhosed ankles and black pumps.

Ms. Edwards opened the door and happily greeted Karla and Vera and invited them into her modestly decorated home. Both women, while struck by the meager surroundings, were extremely professional and showed no indications of their surprise.

Ms. Edwards, an African-American woman, thin and walked very slowly with the aid of a walker, directed Karla and Vera through the living room to a dining room table. She was wearing a pink housedress with flowers and house shoes. Her fine gray hair was neatly shaped. Karla and Vera looked at the old furniture and old pictures of relatives as the moved through the living room.

"Would you like some coffee or tea?" Ms. Edwards asked.

"No, thank you" they both responded in unison.

"Okay, I'll get a soda and then lets get to it then", Ms. Edwards said as she was maneuvering her walker toward the table.

"There are my forms and the stuff you told me to get".

"Okay, this shouldn't take long at all", said Karla.

About 25 minutes later as they were preparing the tax forms and having a nice chitchat, there was a knock on the door.

"Now, who can that be at this time of the day?" Ms. Edward said reaching for her walker.

"Do you want me to get it?" replied Vera.

"No, baby, you stay right there, the sooner you're finished the sooner you can get me out of your hair." Proclaimed Ms. Edwards. The knocking became louder; angrier as she slowed approached the door.

"Who is it?" she called out.

"Momma, open the door, it's me Jimmy." Oh, my God, she thought, what does he want?

Jimmy, Ms. Edwards's only child is addicted to crack and has numerous run-ins with the law. He is living at a halfway house for violent offenders, about 4 blocks away. Ms. Edwards slowly peeks through the peephole in the door. There was Jimmy, 6'2'', 215 lbs, surprising clean-shaven wearing a football jersey and jeans.

"Momma, I see you looking, now open the door!"

"OPEN THE GOD-DAMN DOOR!!" he said pounding on the door.

Karla and Vera has stopped doing what they were doing and were listening quietly to what was happening.

"Okay, Okay" Ms. Edward said, "just give me a minute and don't use that language in front of my house."

"This is my son," she said clearly directing the remark to Karla and Vera who tried to take comfort in it.

"Momma, we have too...who are they?" he said pointed to Vera and Karla. "They're helping me with my taxes." She replied.

"Do you have to pay them?" He said, staring at both Karla and Vera who trying to look comfortable.

"No, baby. Now, what can I do for you?" she said in a soft voice to try to make everyone including herself feel better.

"Momma, I need some money."

"I need $2500, now." Jimmy said standing in the living room.

"Maybe we should leave and come back later, it's not problem." Karla said standing up and collecting papers scattered around the table.

"Yea, ah, its no problem at all", said Vera also collecting paper.

"No, you two finish filling out those forms and Jimmy and I will talk upstairs," stated Ms. Edwards."

Ms. Edwards grabs Jimmy's arm and said, "lets go upstairs". He glared at Karla and Vera like he could see through them and walked toward the stairs by the front door. Karla and Vera looked at each other with looks of concern. "

"Lets hurry-up and finish." Vera stated quickly going over the forms.

"Yea" responded Karla.

"Jimmy, you know I don't have that kind of money and if I did I wouldn't have it around here." Ms. Edwards. Jimmy turns towards his mother. His red eyes squint with anger.

"You have never done shit for me. All my life you.... what kind of mother are you? I fuckin hate you!" Jimmy angrily replies.

He approaches her and grabs the front of her walker and says, "You aint got shit and you never will, but think I know somebody who will."

"Please, Jimmy, don't talk this way, it's those drugs" said Ms. Edwards, crying. "What do you need the money for anyway?" Jimmy looked at his mother and reaching from behind his back he produces a pistol and points it at her head.

"I bet those two bitches downstairs have some money." "

"Now where are Dad's handcuffs?" Ms. Edwards, pleaded with him not to do this, but he said that if she gave him any trouble he would blow her brains out.

"In the second drawing on the left" she said crying. Jimmy opened the drawer and took the two pair of handcuffs out and grabbed a roll of masking tape.

"I am gonna go handle my business, but thanks for everything, mom".

Before she could respond, the barrel to the pistol crashed into her forehead, instantly knocking her unconscious. She collapsed onto the floor like a sack of potatoes.

"I ought to get some pussy too," he thought as he walked toward the stairs.

The thud resonated throughout the house.

"What was that?", exclaimed Vera.

"Ms. Edwards? Are you alright?" cried out Karla. They both got up and were walking towards the stairs in the living room, when Jimmy come down the stairs and greeted them.

"Yea, she's fine. In a real deep sleep." Karla and Vera stopped in their tracks.

"What?" asked Vera? Jimmy stepped down off the stairs and turned in toward Karla and Vera standing in the living room.

Their worst fears were realized they saw the gun barrel protruding from the top of his blue jeans.

"Jimmy, where is your mother?" Vera asked nervously.

"First of all don't fuckin talk to me like you know me and second, its not my mother you two should be worried about." He said looking at Karla, as if she were a piece of meat.

"I'm sorry, listen why don't we just leave, okay." Karla said as both she and Vera were slowly walking backwards toward to dining room.

"We will just grab out stuff and be out of here in a second, okay" Vera implored. Jimmy didn't say anything. He just kept moving slowing toward them, with his hands behind his back. His eyes were moving back and forth between them.

"We will just grab out stuff and be out of here in a second, okay" Vera implored. Jimmy didn't say anything. He just kept moving slowing toward them, with his hands behind his back. His eyes were moving back and forth between them. He didn't say anything. He moved in front of the sofa and stood. Karla hurried shoved papers into her briefcase, while Vera collected their purse, all the while keeping an eye on Jimmy.

They turned to leave, nodding politely in Jimmy's direction, while trying not to make eye contact.

"Hold it right the fuck there."

"If you think I'm just gonna let you walk the fuck up out of here then you're out of your damn mind." Jimmy screamed pulling the gun from his waist.

"Now dump out your purses on the table and take off your jewelry and put it there too." "NOW!!" pointing the gun directly at Vera's head.

Without comment, Vera and Karla dumped the contents of their purses on the table and began removing their jewelry. He kept the gun on them the whole time.

"Now put you hands behind you back."

"Wait...listen, you don't have to do this."

"We can..." Vera said.

"Shut yo motherfuckin' mouth or I swear I will blow your brains out." Jimmy placed the gun to her temple, leaned to her ear and said,

"Do we have an understanding?"

Okay, Okay, Yees, Please" Vera trembled.

"Now put your hands behind you back".

They complied. He steps behind them and snapped on the handcuffs to first Vera, who struggled and then to Karla.

"Sit down", he said, motioning to the sofa with the pistol.

Again, they followed his instructions without comment. He began to sift through the item on the coffee table until he found each of their wallets.

He said, "I want PIN numbers" as he looked through Karla's wallet.

"From both of you."

He said as he sat next to Vera on the sofa. He picked up pin and paper and from among their belongings and began to write down the information as he went through their credit cards.

"If you lying I will kill you and your families." He said comparing Vera and Karla's credit cards.

"Please don't hurt us, you have what you want just let us go." Karla begged.

"I'm fucking sick of your mouth." Jimmy proclaimed.

He got up from the sofa and grabbed and ripped to pieces of tape from a roll and said, "This should do the trick".

He pressed the tape over their mouths and slapped Karla on her check and said "now some fucking piece".

It became impossible for both ladies to hold back their fear and tears, but when Jimmy stood up from the sofa and said, "You goody-two-shoes bitches are always trying to `help' somebody Well I'm gone help myself to some pussy" they both began to cry. He tossed the gun on table.

He approached Vera who tried to kick him, but he grabbed her by arm and lifted her to her feet.

"If you trying anything, I will kill you," he said pointed to Karla.

Terrified, she nodded in agreement. He dragged Vera to the other side of the coffee table. She was struggling to get free of his grip and doing to best to scream, however, neither effort was successful. She aimed at his crotch but missed and kicked him in the knee.

"BITCH" he screamed as he reached for his knee.

She twisted to get away from him, but he was too strong. He turned her towards him and hit her hard in the stomach with his fist.

"Oommmph" she moaned as she tumbled to the floor.

She was on her knees on the floor by the coffee table, and then he grabbed her by her hair and turned her body toward the table.

"ohhhhhhhhhh" she yelled through the tape, as he dragged her upper body across the table until her thighs were pressing against the side of the table.

"Shut the fuck up", he said letting her hair go and kneeling down on floor behind her.

Karla watched in horror, as he knelt down behind her and began to lift up her skirt, exposing her smooth coffee colored legs. She struggled violently as he pushed her skirt up around her waist in the back revealing her healthy thighs and white silk panties encased under her shimmering pantyhose.

"God Damn, you're fine," he said, unzipping his pants.

Vera was twisting, writhing, kicking as he pulling apart her thighs and fondling her pussy through her panties and hose.

"NOOOOOOO PLEASEEE!!!!!!", she mumbled through the tape.

He pushed her dress up to expose the tops of the pantyhose and began to pull them down.

"Be still", he said as he began to remove her underwear as well.

He pulled her hose and panties down to the middle to her thighs, exposing her butt and her pussy.

"Ump, man, that sure looks nice," he said laughing. Vera lay motionless as he spread her butt cheeks and closely inspected her genitals.

He pulled down his pants revealing a full erect large cock. Karla thought (and hoped) she'd faint. She kept her head down not wanted to make eye contact with either person. In the deep recesses in her mind, she hoped that once he was done with Vera, he would not have strength or inclination to bother with her. She couldn't help but look when she heard the sound of spitting. Jimmy was lubricating his dick with spit.

When he was finished, he grabbed Vera by the waist and said,

"Get ready for the ride of your life."

"UUUUUUMMMPH!! AHHHHHH!!!! OHHHHHH!!!" Vera grunted and screamed, as he pushed himself inside her.

His hands moved from her waist to her shoulders as began thrusting harder and deeper inside her.

"aaaahhh, nooooo, aah, please, help, ohhh, god" she sobbed as her body rocked back and forth on the table with every thrust of Jimmy.

She screamed with agony as he drove deeper and deeper inside of her.

Karla could not look. She was devastated that this is happening to her friend.

"Ohhh, Ohhh, Oh, Shit your pussy is tight," exclaimed Jimmy.

"This is how a real man does it baby" he said moving on of his hands down her back and adjusted her dress to his liking.

He pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees and said, "I like to feel your pantyhose up against my skin."

Vera lay still absorbing very push, sobbing. She could feel the blood trickle down her leg.

The thought of her family kept her from thinking about the pain and blood and the fact that a total stranger drug addict was inside her. Her prayers were that he wouldn't kill her, have AIDS and that it would be over soon.

"Nooooooo" she cried as he pressed his finger into her asshole.

"ohhhh godddd, noooooo, ahhh".

He pushed his finger inside her anus up to the first knuckle. As he began to penetrate fuck her asshole, he caressed the pantyhosed portion of her legs, still pumping her as hard as he could.

"Ah, ahhhh, oh shit, mmph" he said as he pushed himself in her as deep as he could and released a torrent of come inside her.

He put his hands on shoulders to push his cock further in her.

"Ohhh, shit that was good," he said, as he lay on top of her back, limp. Vera shuttered as she cried.

"You got shit on my finger, you nasty slut" Jimmy said looking at the finger he had just taken out Vera's asshole.

"And blood on my dick." He said removing his penis from her body. He used her dress to clean both.

"Whew", he said pulling his underwear and pants up.

"It's been a long time". Vera slid off the end of the table onto the floor into a fetal position.

"Shut up" he screamed at Vera who was crying hysterically through the tape.

"I need a drink," Jimmy said standing up.

Karla hoped that her thought had come true. He walked over to the dining table and finished a can of soda that his mother had been drinking and walked back in the room. Karla thought she was going to be sick when she saw the bloodstains on his pants.

"I've never fucked a white bitch before" Jimmy said with a simile on his face.

"But there is a first time for everything."

Karla knew that her dreams of escape were just that a dream, and she was going to share Vera's fate.

"Now, I'm gonna put something in your mouth that will shut up you."

He grabbed the tape and ripped it from her face.

He put his face next to hers as he leaned over her and said "I will fucking kill you if you try any fucking thing with me bitch." She was terrified.

"Don't scream either".

He leaned her head back and began to kiss her.

"Ummph" she moaned as he licked and sucked her lips.

She began to panic when she felt her skirt sliding up. She tried to say no, but when she opened her mouth he thrusted his tongue into her mouth.

"Ummph, ummm, nump," she moaned as he pushed his tongue into her throat, exploring her mouth his tongue.

He unzipped his pants and straddled her on the sofa, with his knees on either side of her waist. She gasped for air when stopped kissing her.

"No Please...I will give you more money, just don't do this to me" she begged and pleaded.

He swiveled to look at Vera and noticed that she was still crying in the fetal position and turned back around to Karla.

He straightened his back and said, "Shut up and suck it" putting his cock up to her lips.

"Oh, God" Karla said crying.

"Please don't do this to.ummmph, garg," He pushed in cock into her mouth.

She thought she was going to die. She wanted to be sick from the smell and taste of semen and Vera's blood.

He began to move her head back and forth.

"Garg, ummph, ohhhhhh," She couldn't breath.

She knew he'd hurt her if she tried to bite him so she just hope he'd come soon.

"Maybe this is all he wants from he," she thought.

"Ohh, God, Ohhh, Suck it you cunt" he said pumping her mouth faster and faster.

He pushed he head closer as he came.

"Drink it all!!"

His semen poured down her throat, faster than she could swallow, it began to come up, out of her mouth and even through her nose. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood up on the floor.

Karla leaned forward and began convulsing violently, gagging and spitting up. Her tears mixed with semen as they ran from her face to the floor.

Jimmy stood over her and laughed, saying "Come on baby, it wasn't that big".

"Pleeese..." she cried in a horse voice.

He grabbed the back of her collar and dragged her across the sofa until her head hit the arm of the other side.

"Jimmy. Wait." she said, regaining her voice. "I can get you more money".

"Right now, I don't want your money", he said climbing on top of her.

She lay across the sofa on her back, while his feet straddled her and he sat on her waist.

"Don't give me a hard time," he said, putting his finger in her face.

"At least untie my hands," she begged. "They're starting to go numb".

"I don't give a damn about your hands," he said feeling the material of her blouse.

"NOOOO!!, PLEASE JIMMY DON'T!!!!" she yelled as he began to unbutton the top buttons of her blouse.

She twisted her waist and kicked to give him off of her but it was to no avail.

After unfastening the top few he said, "Fuck this" and ripped her blouse apart with both hands, sending buttons flying across the room, exposing her large pale breasts held captive by a white laced bra.

"God damn" he mumbled to himself as he took in what was the biggest pair of pale sagging boobs he had ever seen.

"NO!!! STOP!!! AHH" she cried as he began to fondle her breasts through her

bra. "PLEASE DON'T....HELP....HELP" she yelled.

"What did I tell you about screaming" he said, shifting his body position so that he was laying on top her. "Huh? Shut up" he said pinching her nipples hard through her bra.

"OWWWWWW!!!" she yelled, tears welling up in her eyes.

She moaned as he roughly fondled and squeezed her breasts. He took her bra and pushed the cups up to her neck exposing her breasts.

"NO!!! DON'T!!!! PLEEEESE...." She said as he put her nipple in his mouth and began to suck.

For what Karla thought was as hours, he sucked, pulled, bit, fondled and squeezed her breasts, all the while making lewd comments about how sweet they taste and how big they were. Karla looked at Vera on the floor on the other side to the coffee table hoping that she would do something to distract him, but Vera just laid there in a fetal position, crying.

Her thoughts then drifted to her husband, whom loved to do what Jimmy was doing at that moment and wondered would she ever be able to enjoy that again. She closed her eyes and began to cry. Jimmy who was lying on top of her had used his legs to pry Karla's legs apart while still sucking her raw reddened nipples. She was shocked back into reality when she felt her skirt being push up.

"NO!!!! DON'T DO THIS DON'T!!!" she yelled as he pushed her skirt up over her knees, thighs and then up around her waist.

"Look at all of this" he said looking at her pantyhosed legs.

"Pleeease jimmy" she whispered. He grabbed her legs put them on his shoulders and began to fondle her calves and thighs.

"Nice Panties" he said smiling referring to Karla's white silk panties she had bought just last week.

He took her legs off his shoulders and pushed them apart, forming a Y with her body.

He quickly ran his hands down the inside of her thighs until his hands met at her private parts. She twisted violently, moaned and squealed as his hands ran up her crotch up to the top of her panties.

"Jimmy, Stop It now... Stop it god damn it!!!!" she yelled angrily. She tried kicking her legs in various directions and at him, but he continued to fondle her and run his hands over her pantyhosed legs.

"NO...DON'T!!!! OH MY GODDD!!" she yelled as the anger in her voice turned to fear as jimmy ripped apart the padded crotch of her pantyhose.

He continued to rip them until the bottom 3/4 of the panties were exposed.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!!...OH MY GOD!!!...AHHHH!!" she yelled hoping to get anyone's attention.

He ignored her yells as and fondled her large round vagina puffing out from her panties.

"OH GODDDD!!! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME." She screamed

He pushed her panties to the side exposing a large forest of light brown hair protecting her love canal.

"I'm gonna fuck you good, white bitch" he said looking into her eyes.

"Once I'm finished with you, you aint gonna want nothing but niggers".

"PLEEESE DON'T DO THIS" she responded crying nearly hysterically. She lay frozen as he rubbed and opened and inspected her pussy with his hands.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed as rammed two fingers into her.

"Damn you're tighter than she was," he said looking over a Vera.

He again began to spit on his cock till it glistened. He positioned himself on top of her and pushed her knees up in a traditional missionary position. With on hand on the arm of the sofa for support and the other guiding his penis, he rubbed the tip of rock hard cock against her clit and the mouth of her womanhood. She moaned and flipped and flopped like a fish out of water.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! NOOOOO!!!! Ummmmmph!!!! AHHHHHH!!!" she yelled as he pushed his cock inside of her.

Violently his cock tore into her dry cunt. "PLEEEEEEEEESEE!!!! STOOOOOP!" she yelled as he continued his assault.

The pain was extreme; it felt as if she was being torn in half. She could feel the blood leak down to her backside onto her tied up hands as his cock penetrated deeply inside her.

"Please Stop.... I'M Bleeding", she implored.

He ignored her appeals as he began to push faster insider her.

"Great Pussy for an old woman", he said as put both hands on the arm of the sofa, while watching her breasts bounce back and forth with each pump.

As her canal became lubricated with blood, his thrusts became more rhythmic. Karla may motionless expecting the bouncing back and forth her breasts. She uttered a slight moan with each thrust, her head facing the back of the sofa, eyes staring blankly into space.

This didn't slow down Jimmy who was alternatively fondling her thighs and breasts while fucking her.

"Ohhh, Ohhh, mmmph" he moaned as he held her ankles on his shoulders while pushing himself inside her again and again. He kissed and licked her pantyhosed ankles and slowly rubbed her legs, still pushing himself deeper and deeper inside her. He let her legs drops as he pushed himself as the way in her as he could go. He pressed his face to hers as he began to come.

"AHHHH, Oh shit..." he said drooling onto the side of her face as he released his jism deep inside her. His body convulsed several times as Karla lay motionless and without reaction.

"Ahhhh" he said pulling himself out of her, but laying on top of her.

"Maybe we can do this again sometimes" he whispered in her ear. A small tear ran down her face.

"Let me get the fuck out of here" he proclaimed getting off Karla and pulling up his underwear and pants.

"Damn" he said looking the round bloodstain on the sofa between Karla's legs.

"Anyway, thanks for everything ladies"

He said collecting their items off of the coffee table.

"Oh, and remember, I know where you both live."

He said as he ran out the front door. "Jimmmmy?" A voice from the stairs called.

It was Ms. Edwards, who was stumbling down the stairs holding the railing and bleeding from her head wound.

"Oh my God" she said under her breath looking into the living room and noticing that the front door was open.

"Oh my God, what did he do?"

When she walked into the edge of the living and saw the full extent of what had happened to Vera and Karla, she nearly fainted.

She stumbled to the phone and called the police.

Prologue.

No one suffered any serious physical injury, however, all three are suffering from various degrees of emotional distress, nightmares, etc.

Vera blamed Karla for her rape and had no contact with her since. She subsequently became an advocate for women's safety and the gun lobby on Capital Hill.

Karla quit the law profession and moved to a small town in southern California, where she paints and writes poetry.

They both are divorced and still have frequent nightmares.

Ms. Edwards was moved into a nursing home right after the attack. She died two years later from a massive heart attack. Her taxes were never filed.

Two weeks after the incident, Jimmy Edwards was arrested in New York City after attempting to use one of Karla's credit cards and now serving a life sentence in prison.

The End