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Joan was a woman at our church. You know the type. Every church has one, the perennial
Do-gooder. She has a hand in everything, teaching the kids, help seniors, fund raising, donuts and coffee and anything else.
I am not sure when I started to be interested in her and certainly not sure why. She had that used to be hot look but was really forty and frumpy. But there was that smile and she was hands on. I remember the first time she put her hand on my shoulder, I got that feeling, tingling.
Her hair is shoulder length but doesn’t do anything, it either needs to be washed or just washed and hanging there. Her body has little too much her and a little to much. Her breasts look pretty large.
Her butt is a little full and the thighs are chunky. Her face is cute for her age but never made up.
I think it was an interest in a used-to-be. Hard to describe really. Just a lot of fantasies going on.
I mean what was she like when she was 13? 18?
It started as a little curiosity but became a full obsession. I would go to church when I knew she was there. I joined a club that she moderated, hung around for the free cookies in the basement. I found out where she lived and would drive by her house.
My boys started to realize something was going on. I have three sons in their late teens and early twenties, Terry, Barry and Tom. Terry 21 noticed my change in behavior. I guess it was no secret to them.
AT breakfast one day.-------------------
Dad, what is up with church all of sudden.
Looks like he is keeping up on good old Joan.
Milf action Dad?
I didn’t know what to say.
The boys just laughed and smiled.
About a week later I went to the church basement with the boys. Joan was there and the boys just gave me the look. Joan came up to me and put her arm on me.
How are you?
It was all I could do to get keep from grabbing her.
I am helping at a summer camp for youths, I hoped you could volunteer?
I would love too. (Volunteer my cock up your pussy I thought.)
Later at lunch the kids were razing me.
Lots of luving Dad. Good and Chunky, Good and Chunky.
Little could I know the kids were thinking of her too.
It got a lot worse. I would fantasize about Joan all day.
One day I got an Email from my oldest, Terry.
It was a kidnapping story with the subject: Give You any Ideas Dad?
I started to think of Joan that way.
The boys would make comments.
One morning I woke up and found a photo of Joan the boys had taken
and it was covered in cum.
That evening we were sitting around after dinner.
Terry said. I think we should kidnap the bitch.
Yea we can each fuck her. Yea Dad, fuck that fat ass.
I’d like to tittie fuck her. Yea we could double team her.
I thought they were just talking, you know fantasies, but…………
Barry found stories online about kidnapping and torturing MILF’s.
MOM’S I’d like to FUCK.
That was Joan. The talk got more intense. Talk of bondage.
Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck Her Fuck Her.
That was all I could think about.
We started to call her the Do-gooder.
Fuck the Do-gooder. Fuck her hard.
Bang the Do-gooder.
The planning started to get more real. There was no decision. It was hard to tell
whether it was all fantasy or was this a real idea.
Obsession wouldn’t describe it. We started buying things. Talking about how and where.
I found the kids working on things. There were metal frames. Electrical devices.
It was fun, I was spending lots of time with the boys.
I think it important to spend time with your kids and have common interests.
Finally one day Terry said. We are ready Dad. We can do it.
Lets grab the Do-gooder Bitch.
We put our hands together. Lets do it.
The excitement was intense. We were actually going to do it.
We had decided to get her at the food pantry where the Do-gooder worked.
There were no cameras. We would trunk the fucking Do-gooder right where she volunteered.
She wouldn’t know what hit her.
We had a Plan-B. Grab her at the senior center. The fucking bitch helped there too.
Dad we will help ourselves to some MILF pussy. I would be out of town and the boys would grab her.
We had built a special room and it was well equipped.
We got together. Do we all want to do this. We are all in. No second thoughts.
Do-gooder. Do-gooder. And we all laughed. We were all in.
The plan was in motion and I went away just in case I was questioned.. Of course, I heard nothing.
I got home and went down to our secret room.
I went in and they turned on the lights.
THERE SHE WAS. THE DO-GOODER MILF TIED UP, SPREAD EAGLED.
The signaled me to keep quiet.
I was trembling. I couldn’t believe they had done it. I wanted to hear everything.
It turned out the grabbed her after a homeless dinner where she was helping.
No parking lot cameras and she got out late.
PLAN C. A stroke of genius.
The cops would probably pin it on some hapless homeless fuck. Hey, not my problem.
There she hung, helpless, spread-eagled on a special metal pipe frame the boys made.
Her arms were stretched out at 45 degrees above her head. Her legs were out
at 45 degrees with her feet barely touching wooden blocks.
The boys used chains to tie her at the leather cuffs. When she moved they jangled, adding to the excitement.
I looked her over, I was trembling. The boys hadn’t touched her. They wanted me to
Be first.
Virgin meat.
FIFO as Tommy called it. LOL
Joan hung there in the clothes they grabbed her. She was hooded.
A heavy black hood, tied around the neck with a small mouth opening.
She had on a tight orange para-olympics t-shirt. How many things can one Do-gooder volunteer for?
Her breasts looked very ample and she had a small belly bulge.
She had on blue sweat pants, A little tight showing off her extra curves.
I walked around her looking. She could tell someone was there.
Who is that? What do you want? Let me down. Stop this.
I ran my hand along her ass. She pulled away.
Stay away from me. I looked at the boys. They gave me a thumbs up.
Big grins.
I never have been prouder of my boys. They did a great job.
I ran my hand up and down her thighs, on the inside up to her crotch.
Who is that? You have to stop. You can’t get away with this.
She kept pulling away. I smacked her on the side of the head.
I didn’t say anything but she got the message.
I wanted to fuck her so bad but I would take my time.
Slow and hard. LOL
As I moved around her, her head twisted and turned trying to follow me.
I ran my hand on her belly, then up and over her breasts.
Quickly my hand went between her legs. 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 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 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 youngest was behind her, his crotch up against her ass.
I kept rubbing my cock up against her belly. 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 Hours 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, 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 part time.
Luckily the boys were old enough to take care of most of their own needs.
Joan rushed home, made dinner for the boys to warm up and then she headed off to the
shelter. This was her church’s night to prepare a special meal for the homeless. It was a busy night and she got out late. Joan walked out to her car after almost everyone had left.
What a long 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 happen to me?
Dragged into the basement she was untied, and the hood was removed
but she was forced into a large dog cage. Her attackers wore masks.
She got food and water and bowl 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 come to check on her, give her water and change her bowls.
There was no sense of time. She was left in complete darkness.
The same questions and terrible thoughts went through her mind.
Why did they take 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 cage. She was frightened, now what?
Yet she was happy to get out of the cage.
Her arms were tied and the cloth hood 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 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 cock rubbing against her belly.
This can’t be happening. Wait, 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. 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 crazy. 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 hood and the hand in her mouth made it hard to breathe.
Hands 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 head.
Again disguised voice.
Look we don’t give a shit who you help.
Old Fucks, homelss, nitwitt’s – we don’t fucking care.
Stupid bitch.
OHHHHH NOOOOOO
She felt the cold metal, the sharp blade. It traced along her cheek 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. Stop Please.
She didn’t want to beg but couldn’t stop.
The bras was cut off. The blade traced lines against her breast. It pushed hard
against the skin but did not cut. Joan shivered.
A hand grabbed her sweat pants and she felt the knife cut them off.
Joan cried as the knife trace against her panties on her pussy lips.
Whimpering, sobbing she felt her panties drop away.
The knife blade pushed way her pussy lips. It dragged across her thighs and ass.
Joan was almost relieved as hands took the knifes place.
Hand grabbed her now naked private parts. She could hear laughs,
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 crotch which
Was wide open, 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 head vainly
Trying to find where the next slap would come from. She head the laughter.
Her legs 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 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 wide open.
In full 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 bright lights 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 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 arms and legs ached.
Her back hurt. She knew what was coming. How did this happen.
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My boys had done a good job. Everything was perfect. Joan was hung up
like the fuck pig she is. Helpless, legs wide open, ready for anything we liked.
The bright lights showed off her chunky thighs. Her thighs were wide,
fatty, just right. Her legs were pulled so far back, her pussy
stuck out ready to be fucked.
The music was turned up. Heavy blaring rock music. I was sure she was
completely disoriented. Good rock music, we are gonna rock her ass.
ROCK THAT ASS.
Barry shouted into my ear. MILF MEAT. I laughed. He took a marker and wrote on
her forehead.
MILF MEAT.
We all had a good laugh over that. High –Fives.
The boys really had the tech stuff down. Kids are good with that.
They set up the cameras to film the fun. We had monitors so we could see what was recording.
We dimmed the lights a bit and placed one of the monitors so the MILF could watch.
I mean not every piece of bitch meat gets to watch themselves get beaten and fucked.
I ran my hand over her thighs. I could feel the fat ripples. I could feel the quivering in her
legs. I could see the fear in her face. I had on a grotesque mask. We all did.
The boys had been very creative thinking of all the details. My hands went up and down her thighs.
I ran my fingers over her pussy and spread her lips. Terry had his hands on her breasts.
I guess he is a TIT man. Barry and Tom ran their hands over her pussy.
We wrote in marker on her thighs, slap here, MILF meat.
We were in no hurry. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Lots of crying, mumbling, begging.
Pretty funny tho, she mentions her Do-gooder work.
Like I really give a fuck? More BULLSHIT.
WE COULD WHATEVER THE FUCK WE WANTED !
Tom was fascinated by her clit. It was a good sized MILF clit.
She moaned a lot when he squeezed it, fingered it, pushed and prodded.
Lots of youthful enthusiasm. I grabbed her head by the hair and jerked it around.
This was so much fun and we were only getting started. I held on and each of the
boys gave her a little slap to the face, just to get her attention.
Like I said, we were in no hurry. I knew the wait was just killing her!
Get it? Killing her?
It must be very uncomfortable hanging there like that by your arms and legs
bent up. Her knees were almost up to her head.
I gave her thighs a slap and watched the bitch meat jiggle.
Each of the boys slapped her. They really got a kick out of it as they kept at it
for a while. It was fun watching the meat ripple with each slap. Of course
she was crying and screaming. I don’t know why? This was nothing yet.
Her MILF meat got pretty red with all the slapping. The boys were kinda competing who
could make the loudest slap. I have to admit the whole thing was pretty surreal.
Slapping those chunky thighs, hearing the slap, watching the jiggle, good fun for all.
I decided to let Tom go first. He was the youngest and had never had any yet.
I guess some blow jobs from some school sluts, but that is not real sex?
We all were going to get one go around before we got into some heavy duty
punishment.
Of course it was pretty cool because she could watch all this while it was happening.
She could see from both end, the receiving and the giving.
Tom dropped his pants. All this ass slapping and he was really hard. I have to
admit, I was impressed with his size. He put some spit on his dick and started to
rub against her. He pushed her lips open with his dick.
LETS ROCK AND ROLL.
We cranked the music way. The other three of us stated to yell and scream.
I watched her face as he plunged all the way in.
YES BITCH YOU ARE GOING TO RAPED Tom screamed at her,
HEEYA. YAAAA OUUURAAAYAAAAA. The boys were laughing in and screaming.
The music was blasting and Tommy was MILF fucking.
He gyrated his hips and the way she was hanging she would swing by her arms and
legs as far as Tommy would let her. He thrust forward with his hands around her rump.
He leaned forward and spit in her face. H e spit again and again trying to hit her right in the eye.
Her face was dripping spit. I liked the look. I call it the Saliva Look.
YEHAW. Fuck her doggie. Tom’s hips dug in pumping the Bitch.
As he pushed forward she screamed like a banshee. She was at a 45 degree angle
Her arms and legs being stretched. The metal frame she was strung up screetched from the strain
THUMP THUM THUMP he kept at it. Tom was hot and sweating.
The BITCH, oh she was red, Bitch red.
Fuck Ya, YA YA, Tom came inside the MILF. He was a man.
All fucking smiles for the boys.
CUM DRIPPED FROM HER FAT PUSSY
Barry was next. The bitch was shivering, quivering. She realized she was not only
being raped, she was going to be gangraped. Fucked one at a time. Slowly. Hard.
Brutally.
The cunt hung wide open ready for the next cock. Barry had a gruesome mask.
A Vampire mask. The face of death. He had a little surprise. A tittie surprise.
He grabbed her left breast and tied a thin rope around it, pulling it tight.
It bulged out and he slapped it hard. One way and then the other. The
Bitch was screaming.
I thought, here is the bad news MILF, it is just starting!
He roped the other bitch tit, tieing it tight. He tied them together with a rope
Pulling them close together and the pulled the rope over the same overhead bar
holding her legs and arms. He pulled the rope stretching the tits up in front of her face.
Without warning he smacked her pussy with his hand.
It was overwhelming, the MILF was howling.
In a second he was inside her. The second cock for the whore.
Swinging back and forth with his hips she was taking her second fucking, her second rape.
As he fucked her he reached forward and pulled on the ropes hanging her tits, stretching them even more.
I got to say, I never been so proud of my boys.
The Do-gooder MILF MEAT was taking the fucking of her life and the night was early, very early.
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
BASTARD’S RAPISTS BASTARD’S STOP THIS
Barry stopped leaving her hang.
LET ME DOWN. LET ME DOWN NOW.
He let her hang there as she yelled to be let down.
She hung there helpless, screaming, while the music blared and the lights shined into her face.
We all got a good laugh, listening to her rants, twisting and turning.
She was OURS, absolutely nothing she could do.
Tommy moved close to her side aimed his cock at her face and took a piss. The Milf turned her head away as his stream hit her in the face. I enjoyed her sceaming but heard enough.
I took a rope and tied it around her head through her mouth and pulled it tight.
The rope bit into the Bitch’s mouth and cut off her loud yelling.
Now we could barely hear her muffled cries over the loud music.
The piss dripped from her pathetic head. Barry was ready to start up again.
He took her puss lips in his fingers and twisted watching her try to scream.
He twisted one way and watched her expression, her head twisting, her body trying to pull away.
Then he twisted the other way. He watched her and then plunged his dick back inside her.
THUMP. The MILF lay sprawling on the floor. Barry had fucked the hell out of her cumming
in her red and sore pussy. The boys had released her tits and the let her arms loose dropping
the stupid MILF to the floor. She tried to move but had lost so much circulation and was I so much pain she could only crawl.
I knelt down and took the rope out of her mouth. She had a hard time talking but I could hear her beg.
That is better. See I Let you down. Pleasee let me go now. I don’t know who you are. Please.
We let her crawl, like she was going somewhere. We did want her to recover a little before
her next adventure.
She was on the floor crawling. I had thought so long of her. I had dreamt of having her.
NOW SHE WAS MINE THE STUPID MILF WAS MINE
WE COULD DO WHATEVER WE WANTED.
I knelt down and pulled her head up by the hair. Tommy held her head and I put her hood back on. We were tired of the masks by now. We took off out masks since she could not see us.
NO NO please. She couldn’t see a fucking thing, so I slapped the back of her head. It was pretty funny
as she could not see anything coming. Tommy kicked her. Barry kicked her. It was neat
watching her reaction.
Getting her feeling back she was up on all fours trying to move away. BUT WHERE.
It was too funny. WE WERE ALL LAUGHING. Hooded, naked, fucked the desperate
MILF crawled along the floor. I don’t know how often I had watched her, dreamt of her, now
my time was near. One more of the boys to fuck her and then…….
The boys had another trick up their sleeve for her . This was simple.
It was an iron rectangle bolted into the floor. They had made it fit to order for her size. He legs would be tied to the sides, a little off the floor and she would be stretched over the bar and her hands tied on the other side half way down. Only her toes would touch the ground.
We grabbed her as she tried to crawl. Her ankles were tie to the side bars and we pulled her over the bar bent over the other side. We pulled her down until her feet were on ther toes only and then tied her wrists down. Tied to the bar she was in a perfect position. Legs wide, ass up in the air, pussy spread.
SMAAAACK. Tommy hit her with his belt across the ass. We her watched shake and pull. The best part with the hood she could not tell when the next blow would come.
The chunky MILF was shaking and quivering even worse that before. I knew she had to be desperate and I was loving every minute. I had the boys go slow. Let her wait for the next belt blow.
Tommy laid the belt on her butt, dragging it across. Hooded, blinded, bound she waited helpless for the
next smack. We could see a nasty red mark growing where the first.
We made some sounds and her body recoiled thinking another blow was coming. We
took our time again. Smack, again across the butt. We could see the flesh ripple and her muscles
quiver. The yelling was muffled under the hood.
Joan was totally panicked. It was hard to think. Who were these men. As bad as it was, it seemed to
get worse. There was nothing she could do. Sweaty but with cold chills she awaited another blow.
She could hear them whispering, joking laughing.
Joans head twisted, she could not see when the next blow was coming. He body flinched, quivered
AHHHHHHHHHHHH. Another hit with the belt. Every part of her body hurt the way she was tied.
Totally exposed to all the men. Pain. Fear, Despair.
AHHH. Her head shook. Her head had been slapped. NOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Another hit with the belt.
The hands on her ass.
A cock again inside her.
Pounding against the metal rack she was tied to.
He legs ached.
Pounding.
Smack, another hit to the head. Pounding.
This was crazy.
They were going to kill her.
Darkness.
Total PAIN again.
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Now it was my turn. Tommy’s cum ran down her leg.
My three Boys had filled her with three loads.
Bent over the fuck bar I watched her quivering. I ran my hand over her bitch ass. How
many times had I watched her thinking about this minute.
SHE IS MINE.
SHE IS FUCKING MINE. I ran my hand over her ass. I bent over and grabbed her tits.
Please, no more. Stop. Please. Who are you, why are you doing this.
I grabbed her hair and pulled up her head, I am next and I will have a little extra for you.
I loved that pathetic begging look. I patted her on the cheek, teasing her, here I come Baby.
My heart was pounding. I was going to finally fuck that pussy filled with my son’s semen. The Fucking pussy was overflowing. I pushed the cum around using the head of my dick to play around with her.
I could feel her quiver.
I pushed my dick slowly into her. It was smooth, coated with cum.
Fuck Ya, this is what I had waited for. It was better than I had thought.
SLOP SLOP SLOP SLOP
I slowly fucked her, my dick slurping in her cum filled cunt.
I signaled to Tommy, made a sign. He grabbed her head by the hair as she hung over
our fuck bar. He smiled looking down at the helpless MILF. All she could see was his
gruesome mask. I kept my slow steady rhythm. Tommy took out a plastic stretch cord with plastic
hooks on the end. He hooked one end in the side of her mouth, ran the end around the back of her
head a pulled it tight hooking the other side of her mouth.
The bitch mouth was now held safely open as Tommy pushed his dick inside her mouth.
Now this is what I am talking about. I was only a few feet from my oldest mouth fucking the
MILF while I was inside her cunt.
It is a good feeling, raising your boy and seeing him come out good. We reached out and clasped hands. Cum was dripping down her leg as I worked her cum filled slut pussy.
We had worked a long time for this moment.
It was all the much better, the time I had spent with my kids, planning and working together.
HMMMMM, I kept up a slow rhythm. Unfortunately for the Bitch, Tommy was not as patient.
He was mouth fucking her with a vengeance but then his two brothers were waiting their turn.
I smiled as I heard her muffled grunts with his cock deep in her throat. Barry handed me
A Cock sized vibrator. I began to push it into her butt hole. Tommy kept pushing his
dick down her throat.
The MILF’s body started to wrench. Her face was red, she was choking.
THAT’S IT, CHOKE ON THAT COCK, I YELLED.
The pig threw up over the floor and Tommy’s cock. We were all laughing at her.
The vomit came out her nose and mouth. A real mess. Tommy reached down on the
floor, scooped some of it up and smeared across her face.
I hear the contorted scream as I shoved the vibrator further up her ass.
Take up your ass yelled Tommy. Tommy stuck his vomit caked dick back
in her her mouth. I got ready to fuck her ass. I threw the crap covered
vibrator to Tommy for her to clean with her mouth.
Six hours Later:
Joan stood chained against the wall. She was left half standing, knees bent, she could not kneel or stand up. She was left there in a terrible state. She had been raped. Raped in the mouth.
Raped in her cunt. Raped in her ass. She was coated with piss , vomit and cum.
She was left in the dark in this horrible position. Who were these men?
Why did they pick her? What would happen next? She had not seen their faces.
Maybe they would let her go. If she did what they wanted? She would do what they wanted.
When are they coming back. I can’t stand like this much longer. OH it is so painful.
I can’t take it. Oh, please, I can’t stand here. I can’t see a thing.
Who is that? Please take me down. I can’t stand here. Please help me.
Hey Momma were back for some moe seet lovin.
OK OK, I can do whatever you want. I can show you.
I don’t know who you are. I won’t say anything. Please I can take care of you.
Please. Please.
Let me fuck you. I can show you. Lay down. The older man laid down and Joan
Knelt over him pushing her cunt down on his cock. OK, one of you guys, kneel
behind me and fuck my ass. I can take you both, I’ll take care of you.
OH that’s it, I like it, both you guys fuck me.
OH yes, fuck me, yes. Yes.
I couldn’t believe how well everything was working. The stupid cow thinks we are going
to let her go. It was all Tommy’s idea, let her think she might get away. She will do whatever.
But I never thought she had this in her. She was being double teamed and it was her idea.
WOW, maybe she really liked it.
The way she is fucking, she must have done this before. You just never know.
She was fucking two of us and had one cock in her mouth. How cool was this?
I mean I am in her cunt and my boy is in her ass. I can fuck this pussy forever.
I want each of my boys in her ass. I can see their cock in her mouth.
Oh this is so sweet, my Tommy has her tits in his hands and I am grabbing them too.
Oh shit, we are working together. I can actually feel him throbbing inside her.
I can feel him cumming. Ah the Bitch is moaning. She likes it.
Tommy shot his load in Joan’s ass. Come on, one of you guys, fuck my ass.
It was hard to tell if she really wanted it or she was just trying to game us but
what the fuck difference did it make. Terry was in her now. He was fucking
the ass filled with his brother cum. Barry’s dick was in her mouth.
Pussy fucked, Ass fucked, Mouth fucked Milf.
I wondered how long she could keep this up. She had been through a lot
and we were good for two more rounds. I reached back and pulled down on her full
Ass. Terry had his hands all over her tits. Nice MILF tits and a nice MILF ass.
Very full, very fucakable. Stupid bitch.
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Two Hours Later:
We were exhausted fucking the MILF. She had kept her word. Hoping to be set free
she screwed the hell out of us.
We laid back on some chairs and we even let her lay down on the couch.
Please I just want to go home. I’ll never say a word. It would be too embarrassing.
I just want to go home, PLEASE.
Are you sure, you won’t talk?
No, never that would be too embarrassing, I promise.
HMMMM, OK, lets go get you cleaned up and changed. We got some old clothes.
OH Thank You, you won’t regret it.
Through here is the shower. The MILF showered and put on some new cloths.
Good, out this way to the car, we will put a blindfold on you so you don’’t know where you were.
Sure, OK, Thank You.
Are you sure you will be quiet . Yes, Yes, you can trust me.
Ok.
We put a blindfold on her and led her through the door. Midway in the room we started to laugh.
What’s wrong, What is going on?
I ripped her blindfold off.
NOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOO. You can’t do this. No Please. You said you would let me go.
I promised to stay quiet.
The Do-gooder MILF looked around the room. There were chains hanging from the ceiling, straps on the walls . There was a wooden horse, crosses of different types, several stocks, a chair with electrical
cords, a rack, water tank, barrels, and many other delightful items.
The MILF dropped to her knees in shock.
Stupid Bitch. You thought we would let you go? Fuck NO, we got lots of fun for you.
We dragged her to the stocks. It was two upright beams with a split crossbeam with cutouts
for the head and wrists. We put on leather cuffs and a neck restraint to be sure she could not pull out.
The neck restraint made for a very tight fit for her neck.
Joan put up a good struggle but with four guys we were able to hold her in place and lower the top
half. We held her legs and attached ankle cuffs, chaining her ankles to the floor, wide.
The MILF was bent at the waist with her arms and head immobilized in the stocks. Her legs were
chained down wide. Stupid MILF, what should we do first. Dad, I know what I am going to do.
Barry nestled in between her legs and pushed his cock inside her pussy. The MILF was completely helpless as he began to screw her yet again.
We had even better plans for her.
Why are you doing this? I did everything you wanted. Look, you can keep me, I’ll do what you want.
No this. Please. Let me out of this.
Ha, yea, we can do whatever we want. I grabbed her hair and made a pony tail with a small part at the back of her head. Joan was red in the face and crying, blubbering. I enjoyed looking at her stupid face.
Terry used a scissors and started to cut her hair down to the scalp.
What are you doing. What is happening. No. OH NO.
The hair fell off in clumps. Terry sprayed her shortly cropped hair with shaving cream and took his shaving razor and started to shave her bitch head except the small pony tail I held. Barry kept fucking her pussy enjoying our hair removal. Terry shaved every bit of her hair except the pony tail cleanly down to the scalp. I ran my hand over her smooth scalp. I pulled the little pony tail and she looked up at me
Begging, helpless, wondering what I would do next. HMMMMM, what next?
Tommy gave me a pair of leather gloves. I ran my gloved hand up and down her face. The tears were streaking down her cheeks, she was shaking. I was laughing teasing her.
SMAAAACK.
I whacked her shaved Bitch head. There was horror in her face. She was shaking more now.
I faked another hit and watched her flinch. Barry was still fucking her.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHh. NO. She felt her left nipple being pierced with a ring.
What are you doing, what is happening to me.
I pulled her hair up by her pony tail and looked into her red puff face and smiled.
You are being pierced with metal rings, wait til we get to your pussy.
She broke down crying some more.
I smacked her across her bald head.
There is something to cry about.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH she screamed as her other tit was pierced.
Two Hours Later:
The Bitch hung on the cross. She had been pierced and all of us had another good fuck.
Ropes held her securely to the cross. A 2 x 6 studded with finishing nails gave
her a place to rest her ass. Her arms were secured to a cross beam and her ankles tied wide apart to
another cross beam. Weights hung from the rings in her tits and pussy. Her big MILF tits hung
low pulled down by the weights. Her pussy lips stretched under the weight.
The boys brought a charcoal grill with a branding iron and set it between her legs. As she felt the heat she began to twist desperately trying to escape the increasing heat between her legs. Tommy kept working the branding iron stirring up the coals. Red hot he let her see the end of the iron.
Blazing red, the Branding Iron spelled out MILF.
Tommy moved it close to her face and up and down her body, even brushing against her.
She screamed in fear.
Again he put it back in the coals, increasing the heat as he stirred the coals.
He took the iron and held it close to her face so she could feel the heat.
NOOO NOOO Please. Not that, you will kill me. It is so hot. You can’t do that.
I’ll do anything, don’t touch me with that.
The desperate MILF was screaming, pulling away. She was overcome by panic.
He pushed the iron against her right ass cheek.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
There was smoke and the smell of burnt flesh.
BRANDED THE SORRY BITCH WAS BRANDED ON HER ASS, MILF BRANDED.
She went limp. Passed out.
Tommy gave her a shot and she jerked back up, screaming her MILF head off.
The pain had to be horrific. Her face was completely contorted.
Her body twisted and turned out of control.
Don’t worry Bitch, we are gonna brand that other cheek later and then fuck that branded ass.
The Do-gooder MILF was facing the reality of her new life.
Humiliation Abuse, Torture, Pain, Rape.
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