Prior :

The Do-gooder MILF


Quickly my hand went between her legs. 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 manus
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

The humanitarian gripe was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the front of her, the other to the back. They were rubbing up against her

DRY HUMPING the cunt. 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 genital organ up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her stomach. 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 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 Home Improvement store where she helped in the stock certificate room part time.
Luckily the boys were old enough to necessitate care of most of their own needs.

Joan rushed abode, made dinner for the son to warm up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her Christian church's night to prepare a special meal 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 twisted but there was piddling 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 untied, and the cowl was removed
but she was forced into a large dog cage. Her assailant wore masks.
She got food and water and bowlful for personal needs.
Please let me go ? What are you doing ? Who are you ?
The cage room access was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would come to check on her, fall in her body of water and modification her sports stadium.
There was no sense of clock time. She was left in ended darkness.
The Same questions and dire idea went through her mind.
Why did they take her ? What did they need ? 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 happy to get out of the cage.
Her weapon system were tied and the material hood put back over her.
There was only the small opening for her mouth.

She screamed the Saame questions but there were no answers.

NOOOOO. Let me down. Oh please. Who is that ? What are they doing.
Her weapons system were stretched over her head.
My sleeve aching. 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 trusted as the hands groped her.
OH no there are many of them. Their hands are all over me.
She pulled away. Smacked to the head she tried not to struggle. 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 tonite.

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

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 learn 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 toughie and the hand in her mouth made it hard to breathe.
Hands were all over her. The handwriting 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.
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 things to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a crack to the head.
Again disguised voice.
aspect we don't grant a shit who you help.
Old shtup, homelss, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
poor fish bitch.

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

The bandeau was cut off. The brand traced lines against her breast. It pushed toilsome
against the skin but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A deal grabbed her lather pants and she felt the knife cut them off.

Joan cried as the knife trace against her scanty on her pussy lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her step-in free fall away.
The knife leaf blade pushed way her pussy lips. It dragged across her thigh and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the tongue place.
script grabbed her now au naturel private parts. She could hear laugh,
sneer. She shuddered as she was touched in her private parts.

Smack, she felt a knockout slap to her ass. The another to her tits. Then to her crotch which
Was panoptic open, paste eagled. The savor 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 future slap would issue forth from. She head the laughter.

Her ramification were untied. Now what. They left her there a little while.
Then hands grabbed her articulatio talocruralis and her ramification were lifted up
They were spread wide and lifted up and tied next to her radiocarpal joint with ropes to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was all-encompassing open.
In replete panic 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 hood was pulled off but all she could see were burnished spark. She wanted to look
but couldn't. She had been in the nighttime for so long her heart were blinded.
The niggling she could see the men wore masks. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would go on. When would it bug out ? Her subdivision and legs ached.
Her back hurt. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .