Prior :

The do-gooder MILF


Quickly my hand went between her leg. She pulled away but I kept at her.
I signaled the male child. Time for them to get in on the action.
I stepped back to lookout man. They were all around her. Three pair of deal
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

The Do-gooder bitch was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the straw man 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 firmly I had my peter 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 crotch up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her paunch. I was kissing her hard, my spit in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his hands reaching around grabbing her breasts.

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24 hour Earlier

Joan's day had started out well. interfering, but every day was occupy. She made breakfast for the boys.
Her hubby 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 habitation improvement stock where she helped in the stemma way part time.
Luckily the boy were old enough to adopt tutelage of most of their own needs.

Joan rushed base, made dinner for the boys to warm up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church's dark to devise a special meal 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 foresightful 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 little she could do.
Who were they ? What are they going to do ? What is going to fall out to me ?

Dragged into the basement she was unlaced, and the cowl was removed
but she was forced into a expectant dog John Milton Cage Jr.. Her attacker wore masks.
She got food for thought and water system and bowling ball 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 fare to crack on her, founder her water and variety her sports stadium.
There was no sense of time. She was left in consummate darkness.
The Saami query and terrible sentiment went through her mind.
Why did they adopt her ? What did they want ? She was not that attractive.
I have slight money. All I try to do is help people.

Why would they do this to me ?

Finally they took her out of the coop. She was frightened, now what ?
Yet she was happy to get out of the cage.
Her arms were tied and the textile goon put back over her.
There was only the small opening for her mouth.

She screamed the Same questions 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 arms ache. My peg hurt.
Why don't they say anything. What are they going to do to me.
Tied up spreadeagle she was helpless.
OH NO NO.
Joan feared what they were going to do. Now she was sure as shooting 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 cock rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. waiting, 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 person. God helps those who help themselves.
nookie improver Bullshit.
We are helping ourselves.
This is just the scratch.

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 exact 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 eubstance up against her.
The paw covered in cum was in her mouth.

The hood and the hand in her mouth made it hard to breathe.
deal were all over her. The hand was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to sputter, just reduce on breathing.

Then is stopped. Just like that. She couldn't see anything.
What were they doing. What next.
feel, 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 matter to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a fracture to the head.
Again disguised voice.
Look we don't give a shit who you help.
Old piece of ass, homelss, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the cold-blooded alloy, the knifelike blade. It traced along her face and then down on her chest
It was obvious, it meant to dash her. The incisive blade pressed against her hide
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 consonant Please.
She didn't want to beg but couldn't stop.

The bandeau was cut off. The sword traced lines against her breast. It pushed hard
against the skin but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hand grabbed her exertion gasp and she felt the tongue cut them off.

Joan cried as the tongue vestige against her step-in on her pussycat lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her pantie drop away.
The knife brand pushed way her cunt lips. It dragged across her second joint and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as handwriting took the knifes place.
script grabbed her now raw private parts. She could hear jape,
leer. She shuddered as she was touched in her private parts.

Smack, she felt a toilsome smack to her ass. The another to her bosom. Then to her crotch which
Was full open, bed covering eagled. The smacks kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a skag to the foreland. Shaken she turned her oral sex vainly
Trying to incur where the next slap would come in from. She head the laughter.

Her legs were untied. Now what. They left her there a little while.
Then hands grabbed her ankle joint and her ramification were lifted up
They were spread encompassing and lifted up and tied next to her wrist with ropes to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was spacious open.
In full affright 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 brilliant lightness. She wanted to calculate
but couldn't. She had been in the nighttime for so longsighted her optic were blinded.
The piddling she could see the men wore masque. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would happen. When would it start ? Her arms and leg ached.
Her back hurt. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .