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Quickly my hand went between her legs. She pulled away but I kept at her.
I signaled the son. Time for them to get in on the action.
I stepped back to lookout man. 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 former to the back. 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 minor opening in her hood.
Tommy, my untried was behind her, his genital organ up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her belly. I was kissing her hard, my lingua in her mouth.
Tommy was up against her, his hands reaching around grabbing her breasts.

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24 Hours Earlier

Joan's day had started out well. Busy, but every day was occupy. She made breakfast for the boys.
Her husband was off to bring early. Then she headed off to Church, she tried to go as often as she could
Then she was off to the place advance store where she helped in the parentage room component time.
Luckily the boys were old enough to acquire care of most of their own needs.

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 Christian church's night to prepare a special repast for the homeless person. It was a fussy night and she got out late. Joan walked out to her car after almost everyone had left.
What a recollective 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 wrench 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 lens hood was removed
but she was forced into a large dog John Milton Cage Jr.. Her assaulter wore masks.
She got food and H2O and sports stadium for personal needs.
Please let me go ? What are you doing ? Who are you ?
The cage doorway was locked and she was left in the dark.


The men would come to check on her, give way her urine and change her bowls.
There was no sense of time. She was left in complete darkness.
The like head and terrible thoughts went through her mind.
Why did they take away her ? What did they want ? She was not that attractive.
I have minuscule money. All I try to do is help people.

Why would they do this to me ?

Finally they took her out of the John Milton Cage Jr.. She was frightened, now what ?
Yet she was happy to get out of the cage.
Her coat of arms were tied and the cloth cap put back over her.
There was only the minuscule opening for her mouth.

She screamed the Lapplander query 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 spread-eagled she was helpless.
OH NO NO.
Joan feared what they were going to do. Now she was sure as the manpower 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 pecker rubbing against her belly.
This can't be happening. Wait, period. I am scheduled to be helping the homeless tonite.

Pease I have to assist tonite. She begged again.
Finally, a gruff disguised voice.
shag the Homeless. God helps those who help themselves.
Fucking Do-gooder Bullshit.
We are helping ourselves.
This is just the commencement.

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 select 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 physical structure up against her.
The hand covered in cum was in her mouth.

The hood and the hand in her rima oris made it hard to breathe.
Hands were all over her. The hand was in and out of her mouth.
She tried not to sputter, 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 masses. I have affair to do. People depend on me.
SMAAAACK.
Joan took a crack to the question.
Again disguised voice.
Look we don't give a dickhead who you help.
Old fucking, Homyel, nitwitt's - we don't fucking care.
pillock bitch.

OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the common cold metal, the abrupt blade. It traced along her cheek and then down on her bureau
It was obvious, it meant to frighten off her. The sharp steel 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 bras was cut off. The blade traced lineage against her breast. It pushed hard
against the pelt but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hand grabbed her sweat pant and she felt the knife cut them off.

Joan cried as the tongue trace against her pantie on her pussy lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her panties driblet away.
The knife vane pushed way her kitty-cat rim. It dragged across her thighs and ass.

Joan was almost relieved as hands took the tongue place.
helping hand grabbed her now bare private parts. She could try joke,
Sneers. She shuddered as she was touched in her private parts.

Smack, she felt a hard slap to her ass. The another to her tits. Then to her private parts which
Was blanket exposed, ranch eagled. The skag kept coming. She could not see where they were coming from. Finally they stopped. Them a scag to the top dog. Shaken she turned her question vainly
Trying to happen where the succeeding slap would amount from. She head the laughter.

Her legs were unshackled. Now what. They left her there a piddling while.
Then hands grabbed her articulatio talocruralis and her legs were lifted up
They were spread wide 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 astray open.
In to the full panic Joan screamed, begged threatened.
You pigs, give up, you will pay for this. What is damage 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 bright visible light. She wanted to bet
but couldn't. She had been in the night for so long her oculus were blinded.
The small she could see the men wore masquerade party. She could see some looked young.

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

To Be continued .