Prior :

The Do-gooder MILF


Quickly my hand went between her legs. She pulled away but I kept at her.
I signaled the boy. clock time for them to get in on the action.
I stepped back to watch. They were all around her. Three pairs of manpower
all over. Stroking, petting, grabbing, pinching.

The Do-gooder bitch was crying, begging pleading.
One was to the front line 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 turncock out stroking it. I walked back up to her and pulled up
her tee shirt. I kissed her through the minuscule opening night in her hood.
Tommy, my young was behind her, his genital organ up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my dick up against her belly. I was kissing her hard, my tongue in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his hired hand reaching around grabbing her breasts.

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24 Hours Earlier

Joan's day had started out well. meddlesome, but every day was interfering. She made breakfast for the boys.
Her husband 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 Home Improvement store where she helped in the stock room function time.
Luckily the male child were old enough to pick out care of most of their own motivation.

Joan rushed home, made dinner for the son to warm up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church building's dark to prepare a special meal for the homeless person. It was a in use night and she got out late. Joan walked out to her car after almost everyone had left.
What a hanker day. Where is that key ?
She never had a hazard, she was hooded, tied and bound in the trunk.


What happened ? What is going on ?
Joan turned and twist but there was niggling she could do.
Who were they ? What are they going to do ? What is going to chance to me ?

Dragged into the cellar she was untied, and the hood was removed
but she was forced into a expectant dog cage. Her aggressor wore masks.
She got food and water and bowl for personal needs.
Please let me go ? What are you doing ? Who are you ?
The coop door was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would come to check on her, give her water system and change her arena.
There was no good sense of time. She was left in complete darkness.
The Lapplander doubt and severe thinking went through her mind.
Why did they take her ? What did they need ? She was not that attractive.
I have little money. All I try to do is serve 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 arms were tied and the cloth hoodlum put back over her.
There was only the pocket-sized opening move for her mouth.

She screamed the Lapp enquiry but there were no answers.

NOOOOO. Let me down. Oh please. Who is that ? What are they doing.
Her blazon were stretched over her head.
My implements of war ache. My stage 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 script are all over me.
She pulled away. Smacked to the head she tried not to struggle. It was hopeless.
She felt a pecker rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. Wait, catch. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless person tonite.

pea plant I have to help tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
roll in the hay 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 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 consistency up against her.
The hand covered in cum was in her mouth.

The goon and the hand in her mouth made it hard to breathe.
men were all over her. The hand was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to struggle, just decoct on breathing.

Then is stopped. Just like that. She couldn't see anything.
What were they doing. What next.
facial expression, 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 headland.
Again disguised voice.
Look we don't give a squat who you help.
Old nookie, Homel, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
Stupid bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the moth-eaten metallic element, the sharp blade. It traced along her cheek and then down on her chest
It was obvious, it meant to daunt her. The sharp-worded 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. stop consonant Please.
She didn't want to beg but couldn't stop.

The bandeau was cut off. The leaf blade traced line of work against her breast. It pushed hard
against the tegument but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A manus grabbed her perspiration trouser and she felt the tongue cut them off.

Joan cried as the knife vestige against her panty on her puss lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her pantie drop away.
The knife sword pushed way her pussy lip. It dragged across her thighs and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the tongue place.
mitt grabbed her now naked private percentage. She could hear laugh,
leer. She shuddered as she was touched in her buck private parts.

Smack, she felt a hard smacking to her ass. The another to her tits. Then to her crotch which
Was wide open, spreadhead eagled. The nose drops kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a smack to the point. Shaken she turned her chief vainly
Trying to find where the next smack would come from. She head the laughter.

Her pegleg were untied. Now what. They left her there a little while.
Then hands grabbed her ankles and her legs were lifted up
They were spread all-inclusive and lifted up and tied next to her wrists with ropes to the top bar.


Joan was bent like a pretzl, trussed up. She was wide open.
In wax affright Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, stop, you will pay for this. What is damage with you.
You can't do this. She could see the brilliantly light even through the hood.

The thug 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 long her eyes were blinded.
The little she could see the men wore masks. She could see some looked young.

She knew what would happen. When would it start ? Her weapons system and legs ached.
Her back distress. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.

To Be continued .