Prior :

The Do-gooder MILF


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

The Do-gooder squawk was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the front man of her, the other to the backbone. 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 vernal was behind her, his crotch up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my hammer up against her belly. I was kissing her hard, my glossa in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his hand reaching around grabbing her breasts.

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24 hours Earlier

Joan's day had started out well. Busy, but every day was interfering. 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 stemma way role time.
Luckily the male child were old enough to take care of almost of their own motive.

Joan rushed home, made dinner party for the boys to warm up and then she headed off to the
tax shelter. This was her church service's Nox to prepare a special meal for the homeless person. 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 opportunity, she was hooded, tied and bound in the trunk.


What happened ? What is going on ?
Joan turned and twisted 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 basement she was untied, and the strong-armer was removed
but she was forced into a gravid dog cage. Her assaulter wore masks.
She got nutrient and water and bowl for personal needs.
Please let me go ? What are you doing ? Who are you ?
The John Cage room access was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would come to jibe on her, give her water and change her bowls.
There was no good sense of clock time. She was left in gross darkness.
The like interrogative and dread thoughts went through her mind.
Why did they use up her ? What did they want ? She was not that attractive.
I have piddling 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 glad to get out of the cage.
Her weaponry were tied and the material hood put back over her.
There was only the small opening for her mouth.

She screamed the Sami doubt but there were no answers.

NOOOOO. Let me down. Oh please. Who is that ? What are they doing.
Her subdivision were stretched over her head.
My arms ache. My peg 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 enough as the manus 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 fight. It was hopeless.
She felt a cock rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. Wait, closure. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless person tonite.

Pease I have to help tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
shag the homeless person. God helps those who help themselves.
nooky Do-gooder 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 take me.
Joan tried to ask again for them t let her go but
a bridge player covered in cum was in her mouth.
Everything was closing in, there were two bodies up against her.
The helping hand covered in cum was in her mouth.

The hood and the hand in her back talk made it hard to breathe.
workforce were all over her. The handwriting was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to skin, just concentrate on breathing.

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

I help hoi polloi. I have affair to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a crack to the head.
Again disguised voice.
Look we don't pay a dirt who you help.
Old Fucks, homelss, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the cold metal, the precipitous blade. It traced along her cheek and then down on her bureau
It was obvious, it meant to frighten away her. The sharp blade 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. Stop Please.
She didn't want to beg but couldn't stop.

The bras was cut off. The blade traced lines against her boob. It pushed arduous
against the tegument but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hired hand grabbed her travail knickers and she felt the knife cut them off.

Joan cried as the knife trace against her panty on her slit lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her step-in bead away.
The knife sword pushed way her pussy lips. It dragged across her thighs and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the knife place.
Hand grabbed her now nude buck private constituent. She could hear laughs,
Sneers. She shuddered as she was touched in her common soldier parts.

Smack, she felt a surd slap to her ass. The another to her titmouse. Then to her genitals which
Was broad open, spread eagled. The skag 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 follow from. She head the laughter.

Her peg were untied. Now what. They left her there a small 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 Mexican valium to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was wide-cut open.
In total affright Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, stop, you will pay for this. What is wrongly 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 bright lights. She wanted to look
but couldn't. She had been in the darkness for so long her oculus were blinded.
The little she could see the men wore masks. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would take place. When would it startle ? Her branch and legs ached.
Her back harm. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .