Prior :

The Do-gooder MILF


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

The humanitarian squawk 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 Bitch. They never said a word.
I was so hard I had my hammer 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 fork up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her venter. I was kissing her hard, my tongue in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his manus 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 work early. Then she headed off to church service, she tried to go as often as she could
Then she was off to the home melioration fund where she helped in the inventory elbow room contribution time.
Luckily the boy were old enough to lead attention of virtually of their own indigence.

Joan rushed home, made dinner party for the male child to warm up up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church's nighttime to ready a extra repast for the homeless. It was a fussy 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 rick but there was little she could do.
Who were they ? What are they going to do ? What is going to chance to me ?

Dragged into the basement she was unshackled, and the hood was removed
but she was forced into a bombastic dog batting cage. Her assailant wore masks.
She got food and water and stadium 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 come to condition on her, devote her water and change her bowls.
There was no sense of meter. She was left in make out darkness.
The same interrogative sentence and tremendous thoughts went through her mind.
Why did they take her ? What did they want ? She was not that attractive.
I have lilliputian money. All I try to do is serve people.

Why would they do this to me ?

Finally they took her out of the batting cage. She was frightened, now what ?
Yet she was glad to get out of the cage.
Her arms were tied and the fabric hood put back over her.
There was only the diminished orifice for her mouth.

She screamed the like interrogation 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 implements of war ache. My pegleg 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 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 head she tried not to shinny. It was hopeless.
She felt a cock rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. hold, stop. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless tonite.

Pease I have to help tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
fuck the Homeless. God helps those who help themselves.
Fucking humanitarian Bullshit.
We are helping ourselves.
This is just the head start.

OHOH. Joan felt the cum on her belly.
This nutcase. 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 dead body up against her.
The hired hand covered in cum was in her mouth.

The strong-armer and the hand in her mouth made it hard to breathe.
custody were all over her. The hand was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to struggle, just condense on breathing.

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

I help people. I have matter to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a whirl to the head.
Again disguised voice.
tone we don't afford a shit who you help.
Old Fucks, homelss, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

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

The bra was cut off. The blade traced lines against her boob. It pushed hard
against the skin but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hired man grabbed her sweat drawers and she felt the knife cut them off.

Joan cried as the tongue ghost against her panties on her puss lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her step-in drop away.
The tongue vane pushed way her pussy lips. It dragged across her second joint and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the knifes place.
Hand grabbed her now defenseless secret parts. She could find out laughs,
sneer. She shuddered as she was touched in her individual parts.

nip, she felt a intemperate slap to her ass. The another to her boob. Then to her crotch which
Was wide overt, spread eagled. The smacks kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a smack to the pass. Shaken she turned her fountainhead vainly
Trying to retrieve where the next smack would come from. She head the laughter.

Her legs were untied. Now what. They left her there a little while.
Then hands grabbed her articulatio talocruralis and her pegleg were lifted up
They were spread wide and lifted up and tied next to her carpus with forget me drug 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, contain, you will pay for this. What is wrong with you.
You can't do this. She could see the bright Light even through the hood.

The cowling was pulled off but all she could see were brilliantly luminance. She wanted to look
but couldn't. She had been in the night for so recollective her optic were blinded.
The little she could see the men wore masks. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would encounter. When would it initiate ? Her weapon and legs ached.
Her back hurt. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .