Prior :

The Do-gooder MILF


Quickly my hand went between her legs. 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 scout. They were all around her. Three pairs of hands
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

The do-gooder gripe 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 gripe. They never said a word.
I was so severely 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 untested was behind her, his privates up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my putz up against her paunch. I was kissing her hard, my tongue 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. Busy, but every day was busy. She made breakfast for the boys.
Her husband was off to work early. Then she headed off to church building, she tried to go as often as she could
Then she was off to the base improvement store where she helped in the line of descent room part time.
Luckily the boys were old enough to take care of to the highest degree of their own demand.

Joan rushed home, made dinner for the boys to warm up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church building's Nox to prepare a special meal for the homeless. It was a officious nighttime 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 squirm but there was petty 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 cowling was removed
but she was forced into a large dog Cage. Her attackers 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 batting cage door was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would number to check on her, give her water and change her bowls.
There was no common sense of clock time. She was left in complete darkness.
The same questions and terrible thoughts went through her mind.
Why did they have her ? What did they need ? She was not that attractive.
I have picayune money. All I try to do is avail people.

Why would they do this to me ?

Finally they took her out of the cage. She was frightened, now what ?
Yet she was happy to get out of the cage.
Her blazon were tied and the cloth cowling put back over her.
There was only the minor opening for her mouth.

She screamed the same motion 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 legs 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 the hands groped her.
OH no there are many of them. Their manpower are all over me.
She pulled away. Smacked to the head she tried not to scramble. It was hopeless.
She felt a hammer rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. waiting, stop. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless person tonite.

pea I have to help tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
Fuck the Homeless. God helps those who help themselves.
Fucking improver Bullshit.
We are helping ourselves.
This is just the offset.

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 mitt covered in cum was in her mouth.

The toughie and the hired man in her mouth made it heavily to breathe.
work force were all over her. The hand was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to struggle, just concentrate 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 people. I have things to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a crack to the school principal.
Again disguised voice.
Look we don't give a diddly-shit who you help.
Old fucking, Gomel, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the cold metallic element, the sharp steel. It traced along her buttock 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 daring move, then she felt it cutting off her blouse.
OHHHH No. layover Please.
She didn't want to beg but couldn't stop.

The bras was cut off. The leaf blade traced subscriber line against her boob. It pushed hard
against the hide but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A manus grabbed her sweat pants and she felt the tongue cut them off.

Joan cried as the knife ghost against her panties on her pussy lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her panties drop away.
The knife leaf blade pushed way her puss lips. It dragged across her thigh and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the knifes place.
hand grabbed her now naked individual parts. She could hear laugh,
Sneers. She shuddered as she was touched in her private parts.

big H, she felt a hard slap to her ass. The another to her breast. Then to her crotch which
Was wide open, counterpane eagled. The scag kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a smack to the pass. Shaken she turned her head vainly
Trying to find where the succeeding slap would come from. She head the laughter.

Her leg were unfastened. Now what. They left her there a picayune while.
Then hands grabbed her ankle and her legs 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 spacious open.
In full panic Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, stop, you will pay for this. What is ill-timed with you.
You can't do this. She could see the bright light even through the hood.

The hood was pulled off but all she could see were bright lights. She wanted to look
but couldn't. She had been in the dark for so tenacious her eyes were blinded.
The little she could see the men wore masque. She could see some looked young.

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

To Be continued .