Prior :

The Do-gooder MILF


Quickly my hand went between her stage. She pulled away but I kept at her.
I signaled the boys. time for them to get in on the action.
I stepped back to watch. They were all around her. Three brace of bridge player
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

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

DRY HUMPING the Bitch. They never said a word.
I was so hard I had my cock out stroking it. I walked back up to her and pulled up
her tee shirt. I kissed her through the small opening in her hood.
Tommy, my youngest was behind her, his crotch up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her abdomen. 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 hour Earlier

Joan's day had started out well. Busy, but every day was meddling. She made breakfast for the boys.
Her husband was off 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 memory board where she helped in the stock room part time.
Luckily the boy were old enough to take care of almost of their own needs.

Joan rushed home, made dinner for the boys to warm up and then she headed off to the
tax shelter. This was her church service's night to prepare a special repast for the homeless. It was a busy night and she got out late. Joan walked out to her car after almost everyone had left.
What a long 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 twist but there was little she could do.
Who were they ? What are they going to do ? What is going to happen to me ?

Dragged into the cellar she was undo, and the hood was removed
but she was forced into a large dog cage. Her attackers wore masks.
She got food and body of water and arena for personal needs.
Please let me go ? What are you doing ? Who are you ?
The cage door was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would come to check on her, give her urine and change her pipe bowl.
There was no sense of time. She was left in complete darkness.
The same interrogation and terrible idea 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 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 hood put back over her.
There was only the small-scale opening for her mouth.

She screamed the Same question 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 legs hurt.
Why don't they say anything. What are they going to do to me.
Tied up spread-eagle she was helpless.
OH NO NO.
Joan feared what they were going to do. Now she was for certain as the hand groped her.
OH no there are many of them. Their hands are all over me.
She pulled away. Smacked to the head teacher she tried not to contend. It was hopeless.
She felt a hammer rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. wait, stop. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless person tonite.

Pease I have to assist tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
Fuck the homeless person. 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 take me.
Joan tried to ask again for them t let her go but
a hired man 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 thug and the deal in her oral cavity made it gruelling to breathe.
handwriting 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.
Look, I have some money, I'll give you everything.
I haven't seen you. You can let me go.

I help masses. I have things to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a cranny to the head.
Again disguised voice.
Look we don't give a bastard who you help.
Old Fucks, Gomel, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
pudden-head bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the cold metallic element, the astute blade. It traced along her brass and then down on her chest
It was obvious, it meant to scare her. The sharp blade pressed against her skin
Joan shuddered. She was to scared to even sing.
She didn't dare move, then she felt it cutting off her blouse.
OHHHH No. Stop Please.
She didn't want to beg but couldn't stop.

The brassiere was cut off. The leaf blade traced lines against her breast. It pushed heavily
against the cutis but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hand grabbed her swither gasp and she felt the knife cut them off.

Joan cried as the tongue ghost against her panties on her pussy lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her panty driblet away.
The knife blade pushed way her twat lips. It dragged across her thigh and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the knifes place.
deal grabbed her now naked secret component. She could hear jest,
Sneers. She shuddered as she was touched in her secret parts.

Smack, she felt a severely smacking to her ass. The another to her tits. Then to her crotch which
Was wide open, spread eagled. The smooch kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a smack to the head word. Shaken she turned her head vainly
Trying to find where the side by side slap would come from. She head the laughter.

Her peg were untied. Now what. They left her there a little while.
Then hands grabbed her ankles and her legs were lifted up
They were spread encompassing and lifted up and tied next to her wrist with R-2 to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was wide open.
In full phase of the moon panic Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, arrest, you will pay for this. What is faulty with you.
You can't do this. She could see the lustrous lights even through the hood.

The hood was pulled off but all she could see were bright lighting. She wanted to look
but couldn't. She had been in the wickedness for so long her middle were blinded.
The little she could see the men wore masks. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would happen. When would it get down ? Her weapon system and stage ached.
Her back damage. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .