Prior :

The do-gooder MILF


Quickly my manus went between her wooden leg. 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 pairs of manpower
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

The improver bitch was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the strawman of her, the other to the binding. They were rubbing up against her

DRY HUMPING the cunt. They never said a word.
I was so intemperate I had my dick 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 genitals up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her venter. I was kissing her hard, my clapper in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his hands reaching around grabbing her breasts.

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24 Hours Earlier

Joan's day had started out well. Busy, but every day was busybodied. She made breakfast for the boys.
Her husband was off to mould early. Then she headed off to Christian church, she tried to go as often as she could
Then she was off to the Home Improvement shop where she helped in the stock room part time.
Luckily the male child were old enough to take tending of nigh of their own needs.

Joan rushed dwelling house, made dinner for the boy to warm up up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church's night to get up a special meal for the homeless. It was a in use 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 opportunity, she was hooded, tied and bound in the trunk.


What happened ? What is going on ?
Joan turned and deform 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 untied, and the hood was removed
but she was forced into a prominent dog coop. Her assailant wore masks.
She got intellectual nourishment and water and bowl for personal needs.
Please let me go ? What are you doing ? Who are you ?
The John Cage threshold was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would fare to check on her, give her water and variety her lawn bowling.
There was no sense of fourth dimension. She was left in terminated darkness.
The same questions and terrible thinking went through her mind.
Why did they take her ? What did they desire ? 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 felicitous to get out of the cage.
Her munition were tied and the textile thug put back over her.
There was only the small opening for her mouth.

She screamed the same questions 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 wooden leg hurt.
Why don't they say anything. What are they going to do to me.
Tied up rout she was helpless.
OH NO NO.
Joan feared what they were going to do. Now she was for certain as the hands groped her.
OH no there are many of them. Their hands are all over me.
She pulled away. Smacked to the header she tried not to struggle. It was hopeless.
She felt a rooster rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. wait, stop. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless tonite.

pea plant I have to help tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
Fuck the Homeless. God helps those who help themselves.
piece of tail humanitarian Bullshit.
We are helping ourselves.
This is just the start.

OHOH. Joan felt the cum on her belly.
This loony. 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 hand covered in cum was in her mouth.
Everything was closing in, there were two soundbox up against her.
The hand covered in cum was in her mouth.

The hood and the hired man in her mouth made it hard to breathe.
Hands were all over her. The hand was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to scramble, 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 people. I have thing to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a crack to the head.
Again disguised voice.
feeling we don't give a squat who you help.
Old screw, homelss, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

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

The bras was cut off. The blade traced production line against her breast. It pushed hard
against the skin but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hired hand grabbed her exertion bloomers and she felt the tongue cut them off.

Joan cried as the knife hint against her panties on her slit lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her panties drop away.
The tongue blade pushed way her pussy lips. It dragged across her thighs and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the knife place.
hired man grabbed her now bare private parts. She could see jest,
leer. She shuddered as she was touched in her private parts.

sapidity, she felt a hard smacking to her ass. The another to her tits. Then to her crotch which
Was across-the-board open, spread eagled. The sapidity kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a smack to the head. Shaken she turned her head vainly
Trying to find where the next slap would come from. She head the laughter.

Her legs were unlace. Now what. They left her there a short while.
Then hands grabbed her ankles and her wooden leg were lifted up
They were spread wide and lifted up and tied next to her wrists with ropes to the top bar.


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

The bonnet was pulled off but all she could see were shining luminance. She wanted to search
but couldn't. She had been in the dark for so long her eyes were blinded.
The little she could see the men wore mask. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would happen. When would it bug out ? Her arms and leg ached.
Her back detriment. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .