Prior :

The Do-gooder MILF


Quickly my hand went between her pegleg. 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 lookout man. They were all around her. Three couplet of hands
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

The Do-gooder bitch was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the social movement of her, the other to the back. 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 porta in her hood.
Tommy, my youthful was behind her, his privates up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her belly. I was kissing her hard, my tongue in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his mitt reaching around grabbing her breasts.

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24 Hours Earlier

Joan's day had started out well. Busy, but every day was meddlesome. 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 domicile melioration computer memory where she helped in the stock room part time.
Luckily the boys were old enough to strike tutelage of most of their own want.

Joan rushed home base, made dinner party for the boys to warm up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church service's night to prepare a exceptional meal for the homeless. It was a meddling 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 distorted but there was small she could do.
Who were they ? What are they going to do ? What is going to befall to me ?

Dragged into the cellar she was untie, and the tough was removed
but she was forced into a large dog cage. Her attackers wore masks.
She got food and water and bowl for personal needs.
Please let me go ? What are you doing ? Who are you ?
The John Milton Cage Jr. door was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would come to check on her, give her water supply and change her bowl.
There was no sense of prison term. She was left in arrant darkness.
The same head and severe thoughts went through her mind.
Why did they lease her ? What did they require ? 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 happy to get out of the cage.
Her implements of war were tied and the cloth hood put back over her.
There was only the little scuttle 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 blazon 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 certainly as the hand groped her.
OH no there are many of them. Their hands are all over me.
She pulled away. Smacked to the headland she tried not to skin. It was hopeless.
She felt a cock 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 help tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
Fuck the homeless person. God helps those who help themselves.
fucking improver Bullshit.
We are helping ourselves.
This is just the starting time.

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 hand covered in cum was in her mouth.
Everything was closing in, there were two bodies up against her.
The hand covered in cum was in her mouth.

The goon and the hand 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 struggle, just centralize on breathing.

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

I help citizenry. I have things to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a crack to the point.
Again disguised voice.
look we don't hold a shit who you help.
Old piece of tail, Gomel, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

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

The bra was cut off. The steel traced channel against her bosom. It pushed operose
against the cutis but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hand grabbed her travail pants and she felt the tongue cut them off.

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

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the knife place.
handwriting grabbed her now bare private part. She could get a line jape,
Sneers. She shuddered as she was touched in her secret parts.

Smack, she felt a concentrated smack to her ass. The another to her tits. Then to her crotch which
Was wide open, spread eagled. The smacks kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a smack to the headspring. Shaken she turned her principal vainly
Trying to retrieve where the next slap would make out from. She head the laughter.

Her wooden leg were untie. Now what. They left her there a little while.
Then hands grabbed her ankles and her leg were lifted up
They were spread wide and lifted up and tied next to her carpus with ropes 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, stop, you will pay for this. What is amiss with you.
You can't do this. She could see the vivid illumination even through the hood.

The goon was pulled off but all she could see were bright brightness level. She wanted to see
but couldn't. She had been in the dark for so longsighted her oculus 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 start ? Her arms and pegleg ached.
Her back detriment. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .