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 watch. They were all around her. Three pairs of hands
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

The do-gooder bitch was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the front of her, the former to the cover. They were rubbing up against her

DRY HUMPING the Bitch. They never said a word.
I was so tough 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 immature was behind her, his privates 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 paw reaching around grabbing her breasts.

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24 Hours Earlier

Joan's day had started out well. engaged, but every day was busy. She made breakfast for the boys.
Her hubby was off to cultivate early. Then she headed off to Church, she tried to go as often as she could
Then she was off to the Home Improvement fund where she helped in the stock way part time.
Luckily the male child were old enough to call for care of most of their own needs.

Joan rushed home, made dinner for the boy to warm up up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church's night to devise a special repast for the homeless person. It was a engaged Night and she got out late. Joan walked out to her car after almost everyone had left.
What a foresightful 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 wriggle 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 hood was removed
but she was forced into a boastfully dog cage. Her attackers wore masks.
She got intellectual nourishment 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 see on her, give her water supply and change her bowls.
There was no sense of time. She was left in stark darkness.
The same doubtfulness and terrible thoughts went through her mind.
Why did they consume 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 batting cage. She was frightened, now what ?
Yet she was felicitous to get out of the cage.
Her arms were tied and the cloth hoodlum put back over her.
There was only the small opening for her mouth.

She screamed the same interrogative 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 arms ache. My legs 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 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 peter rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. Wait, occlusion. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless person tonite.

pea I have to help tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
shtup the homeless person. God helps those who help themselves.
Fucking Do-gooder Bullshit.
We are helping ourselves.
This is just the start.

OHOH. Joan felt the cum on her belly.
This looney. 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 bonnet and the helping hand in her oral cavity made it hard to breathe.
Hands were all over her. The paw was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to skin, just condense 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 the great unwashed. I have affair to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a go to the header.
Again disguised voice.
feeling we don't give a shit who you help.
Old nooky, homelss, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the insensate alloy, the sharp sword. It traced along her boldness and then down on her chest
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. diaphragm Please.
She didn't want to beg but couldn't stop.

The bandeau was cut off. The blade traced lines against her breast. It pushed hard
against the skin but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A handwriting grabbed her effort knickers and she felt the knife cut them off.

Joan cried as the tongue trace against her scanty on her pussycat lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her panties drop away.
The knife blade pushed way her cunt rim. It dragged across her thigh and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the knifes place.
Hand grabbed her now au naturel individual parts. She could hear gag,
sneer. She shuddered as she was touched in her buck private parts.

Smack, she felt a surd slap to her ass. The another to her tits. Then to her crotch which
Was encompassing undetermined, spread eagled. The smacks kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a smack to the head. Shaken she turned her point vainly
Trying to find where the next slap would come from. She head the laughter.

Her wooden leg were unchained. Now what. They left her there a piddling while.
Then hands grabbed her ankle and her legs were lifted up
They were spread wide and lifted up and tied future to her wrist joint with rophy to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was full open.
In wax 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 shiny sparkle even through the hood.

The hood was pulled off but all she could see were brightly lights. She wanted to look
but couldn't. She had been in the dark for so hanker her middle were blinded.
The picayune she could see the men wore masquerade party. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would occur. When would it bulge out ? Her limb and legs ached.
Her back harm. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .