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A little too much help.  (M/FF, nc)



   "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
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 as she was knocking on the door.  Karla and Vera knew a lot
about prestigious law firms, 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 the from men as they did when they were
younger.  However, both were still attractive and very elegant.  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 figure, but was not fat.  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 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 tanned pantyhosed
ankles and connected to 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 house dress 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 chit-chat, 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, more angry 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 only child is addicted to crack and has numerous run-ins with
the law.  He is living at a half-way house for violent offenders, about 4
blocks away.  Ms.  Edwards, slowly peeks through the peep-hole in the door.
There is 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, its 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, cause Jimmy is crazy",
Vera proclaimed.  "Yea, I think he's high too" 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 no 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 crashed 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 a 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.  "For 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 family photos.  "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 was hard 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 at him, but he grabbed her by arm
and lifted her to her feet.  "If you trying anything, I will kill you" he
said pointed as 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.  "Ooomph" she said as she tumbled to the
floor.  She was on her knees on the floor by the coffee table, then he
grabbed her by her hair and turned her body toward the table.  "mmmmmmph"
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 coffee colored legs.  He pushed her skirt
up around her waist in the back showing her healthy thighs and white silk
panties both encased under her 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. 
"NOOO 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
vagina.  "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 faster inside
her.  "aaaahhh, nooooo, aah, please, help, ohhh, god" she sobbed as her
body rocked back and forth on the table with every push of Jimmy.  His cock
was much larger than her husband's and the pain was unbearable.  She
screamed with agony as he went 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, "I like to feel you pantyhose up against my skin." Vera lay
still absorbing very thrust, only 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 finger 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 himself further in her.  "Ohhh, shit that
was good" he said as he laid 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 blood stains 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". 
She nodded.  "Good" 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 thrusts 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," 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 drug 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 laid 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.
"NO!!" she yelled as began to unbutton the top buttons of her blouse.  She
twisted her waist and kicked to give him off of her but to no avail.  After
unfastening to 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 big white 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.  "OW!!!" 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 laying 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.  "Please
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 her pantyhosed covered legs.  "NO...DON'T!!!!  OH MY GODDD!!" she
yelled as the anger in voice turned back 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!!!...RAAPE!!" 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".  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 girl" 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 motionless as he rubbed and opened and inspected her
pussy.  "AHHHH" she screamed as rammed two fingers into her.  "Damn youre
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
his rock hard cock against her clit and the mouth of her pussy.  She moaned
and flipped and flopped like a fish out of water.  "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! 
NOOOOO!!!!  Ummmph!!!!  AHHHHHH!!!" she yelled as he pushed his cock inside
of her.  He grunted has he applied more force into his thrust.  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 leek down to her back
side onto her tied up hands.  "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" he moaned as he held her ankles on his shoulders while pushing
himself inside her again and again.  He kissed and licked the edge of shoes
and 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.  He
laid motionless on top of her for about 10 minutes as he went in and out of
sleep.  A noise up stairs woke him up.  "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.





   
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