Prior :

The do-gooder MILF


Quickly my hand went between her peg. 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 hands
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

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

DRY HUMPING the Bitch. They never said a word.
I was so operose I had my cock out stroking it. I walked back up to her and pulled up
her tee shirt. I kissed her through the low first step in her hood.
Tommy, my youngest was behind her, his private parts up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her belly. I was kissing her hard, my natural language 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. meddlesome, but every day was busy. She made breakfast for the boys.
Her hubby was off to do work early. Then she headed off to church, she tried to go as often as she could
Then she was off to the abode Improvement stock where she helped in the stock room part time.
Luckily the boys were old enough to take care of most of their own needs.

Joan rushed nursing home, made dinner party for the boys to warm up up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church's night to prepare a special repast for the homeless. It was a engaged dark 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 curve but there was piffling she could do.
Who were they ? What are they going to do ? What is going to pass off to me ?

Dragged into the basement she was unlaced, and the cowl was removed
but she was forced into a large dog John Milton Cage Jr.. Her attacker wore masks.
She got food and body of water and bowl 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 total to check on her, give her water system and alteration her trough.
There was no sense of time. She was left in concluded darkness.
The like dubiousness and severe thoughts 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 cap put back over her.
There was only the small opening for her mouth.

She screamed the Saami inquiry but there were no answers.

NOOOOO. Let me down. Oh please. Who is that ? What are they doing.
Her limb were stretched over her head.
My arms aching. My pegleg 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 sure 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 word she tried not to contend. It was hopeless.
She felt a dick rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. delay, diaphragm. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless tonite.

pea plant I have to help tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
piece of ass the homeless person. God helps those who help themselves.
screw 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 ingest 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 backtalk made it hard to breathe.
men were all over her. The hand was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to scramble, just reduce 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 multitude. I have thing to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a gap to the head.
Again disguised voice.
look we don't open a dirt who you help.
Old screw, Homyel, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the cold-blooded metal, the sharp vane. It traced along her cheek and then down on her pectus
It was obvious, it meant to scare 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 brassiere was cut off. The blade traced line of descent against her breast. It pushed heavy
against the skin but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hand grabbed her sweat pants and she felt the knife cut them off.

Joan cried as the knife ghost against her panties on her snatch lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her panties drop away.
The knife steel pushed way her pussycat lips. It dragged across her second joint and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hired man took the knifes place.
manus grabbed her now naked private parts. She could get a line laughs,
Sneers. She shuddered as she was touched in her private parts.

Smack, she felt a hard slap to her ass. The another to her tits. Then to her crotch which
Was all-inclusive open, spread eagled. The smacks kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a big H to the head. Shaken she turned her pass vainly
Trying to retrieve where the next slap would number from. She head the laughter.

Her legs were untied. Now what. They left her there a footling while.
Then hands grabbed her ankles and her wooden leg were lifted up
They were spread broad and lifted up and tied next to her wrists with circle to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was widely open.
In full panic Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, kibosh, you will pay for this. What is faulty 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 bright lighter. She wanted to look
but couldn't. She had been in the dark for so foresighted her heart were blinded.
The minuscule she could see the men wore masks. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would happen. When would it originate ? Her weaponry and peg ached.
Her back hurt. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .