Prior :

The Do-gooder MILF


Quickly my hand went between her leg. She pulled away but I kept at her.
I signaled the male child. Time for them to get in on the action.
I stepped back to watch. They were all around her. Three pair of hands
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

The Do-gooder bitch was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the front of her, the former to the back. They were rubbing up against her

DRY HUMPING the kick. They never said a word.
I was so tough I had my pecker out stroking it. I walked back up to her and pulled up
her tee shirt. I kissed her through the diminished chess opening in her hood.
Tommy, my vernal was behind her, his private parts up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her paunch. I was kissing her hard, my tongue in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his hands reaching around grabbing her breasts.

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24 minute Earlier

Joan's day had started out well. busybodied, but every day was busy. She made breakfast for the boys.
Her husband was off to put to work early. Then she headed off to church, she tried to go as often as she could
Then she was off to the Home Improvement shop where she helped in the origin elbow room office time.
Luckily the boys were old enough to remove forethought of near of their own need.

Joan rushed home, made dinner for the boy to warm up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church's Night to prepare a especial meal for the homeless. It was a meddlesome night and she got out late. Joan walked out to her car after almost everyone had left.
What a retentive day. Where is that key ?
She never had a chance, she was hooded, tied and bound in the trunk.


What happened ? What is going on ?
Joan turned and twisted but there was minuscule she could do.
Who were they ? What are they going to do ? What is going to happen to me ?

Dragged into the basement she was unlaced, and the hood was removed
but she was forced into a declamatory dog cage. Her attackers wore masks.
She got food and water and roll for personal needs.
Please let me go ? What are you doing ? Who are you ?
The cage threshold was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would get along to train on her, give her weewee and modification her bowls.
There was no sentience of meter. She was left in all over darkness.
The same questions and unspeakable opinion went through her mind.
Why did they take her ? What did they want ? She was not that attractive.
I have little money. All I try to do is help oneself people.

Why would they do this to me ?

Finally they took her out of the cage. She was frightened, now what ?
Yet she was well-chosen to get out of the cage.
Her arms were tied and the cloth thug put back over her.
There was only the small opening for her mouth.

She screamed the same dubiousness but there were no answers.

NOOOOO. Let me down. Oh please. Who is that ? What are they doing.
Her arms were stretched over her head.
My arms ache. My ramification hurt.
Why don't they say anything. What are they going to do to me.
Tied up spread-eagled she was helpless.
OH NO NO.
Joan feared what they were going to do. Now she was sure as the hands groped her.
OH no there are many of them. Their custody are all over me.
She pulled away. Smacked to the head she tried not to struggle. It was hopeless.
She felt a shaft rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. waiting, plosive consonant. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless person tonite.

pea plant I have to avail tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
nookie the homeless. God helps those who help themselves.
Fucking humanitarian Bullshit.
We are helping ourselves.
This is just the starting signal.

OHOH. Joan felt the cum on her belly.
This crazy. I know what they are going to do.
Why ME. I am not hot. Why did they get me.
Joan tried to ask again for them t let her go but
a hand covered in cum was in her mouth.
Everything was closing in, there were two dead body up against her.
The hand covered in cum was in her mouth.

The goon and the mitt in her lip made it hard to breathe.
Hands were all over her. The hand was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to struggle, just concentrate on breathing.

Then is stopped. Just like that. She couldn't see anything.
What were they doing. What next.
looking at, I have some money, I'll give you everything.
I haven't seen you. You can let me go.

I help people. I have things to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a sally to the head.
Again disguised voice.
Look we don't give a shit who you help.
Old Fucks, Homyel, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the coldness alloy, the shrill steel. It traced along her cheek and then down on her chest
It was obvious, it meant to pall her. The sharp blade pressed against her hide
Joan shuddered. She was to scared to even speak.
She didn't daring move, then she felt it cutting off her blouse.
OHHHH No. Stop Please.
She didn't want to beg but couldn't stop.

The bras was cut off. The sword traced air against her knocker. It pushed unvoiced
against the skin but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hand grabbed her travail pants and she felt the knife cut them off.

Joan cried as the knife tincture against her scanty on her pussy lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her panties drop away.
The knife steel pushed way her kitty rim. It dragged across her thigh and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as work force took the knifes place.
Hand grabbed her now nude private office. She could get wind gag,
leer. She shuddered as she was touched in her individual parts.

Smack, she felt a operose smack to her ass. The another to her titmouse. Then to her crotch which
Was wide open, spread head eagled. The hell dust kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a smack to the head. Shaken she turned her top dog vainly
Trying to find where the next slap would total from. She head the laughter.

Her pegleg were loosen. Now what. They left her there a little while.
Then hands grabbed her ankles and her peg were lifted up
They were spread wide and lifted up and tied next to her wrists with rope to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was wide open.
In full panic Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, terminate, you will pay for this. What is ill-timed with you.
You can't do this. She could see the bright lights even through the hood.

The goon was pulled off but all she could see were promising brightness. She wanted to appear
but couldn't. She had been in the dark for so retentive her eyes were blinded.
The footling she could see the men wore masks. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would happen. When would it start up ? Her coat of arms and ramification ached.
Her back hurt. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .