A WALK IN THE PARK 2 by Syd

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not reflect the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity, such as that depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may portray different ages for the fictional characters they depict, but they remain adults at all times.

Writer: Syd

Subject: A WALK IN THE PARK 2

Synopsis: A mother and son enjoy secret, sordid sex encounters in the park; the mother then ends a thug’s criminal career.

Author’s Notes: This is a continuation of a story I started months ago. I want to draw a line under this part, set in Bangkok, but keep creating more filthy scenarios which I need to write down to get it out of my system. I will state now that this scene contains incest, group sex, anal, oral, trans, piss and bdsm. This story is fiction and does not represent the writer’s true beliefs or attitude. This story is written for adult entertainment and is intended for adults only.

A Walk In The Park 2

The following day, with the church house quiet, its guests either sleeping or taking time to explore the neighbourhood, Maria was summoned to the ground floor office at the rear of the property. She stood outside its heavy double doors, brushed down her uniform, and knocked firmly twice.

“Enter,” came the familiar voice of Mrs Evans.

Maria entered.

The office was like so many others, papers, religious statues dotted around the room atop desks and filing cabinets.

Father Connor and Mrs Evans sat on one side of the desk. Maria could see Father Connor had a stiffy as she glanced down. On the opposite side of the desk sat Mrs Evans, wearing a simple summer dress, smart but casual.

“Maria, please come in, and close the door.”

Maria did so, then approached and stood in front of the desk, between the two men.

“You sent for me, madam.” Maria addressed Mrs Evans. “Yes, Maria, there could have been a very serious breach of security during our ceremony the other night. Mrs Johnson managed to make her way down to the basement chapel, through the door you left unlocked. You know how seriously we take our security, and secrecy is extremely important to us. I cannot imagine what Mrs Johnson would think if she had managed to hear what was going on inside, luckily we keep the doors locked during ceremonies; still, it was a serious mistake you made. What do you have to say for yourself, Maria?”

“I’m so sorry, Madam. As soon as I saw Mrs Johnson in the basement, I escorted her to the ground floor. She saw and heard nothing, Madam.” Maria blurted, realising her error was taken seriously, and she knew she could be punished severely.

“Nevertheless, Maria, rules are rules, and we cannot have guests discovering our forbidden secrets; our existence cannot be compromised. If Mrs Johnson had stumbled upon our ceremony, we could be ruined; everything we have done for our Lord Satan could be exposed, and we’d be finished. We are working on turning the Johnson family into Satan’s servants, but Mrs Johnson is very strong in her misguided faith. We need to work more on her, but she will expose us if we are careless.”

Mrs Evans looks at Maria sternly.

“I have discussed this with my brothers, and your punishment has been decided.”

Mrs Evans added, much to the dismay of Maria, for punishment could be severe for security breaches; all staff and followers of this Satanic Church knew this.

Mrs Evans rose from her seat; her brother and Father Connor rose too. Maria looked down, grumpy.

“Let us go to the adjoining room.”

Mrs Evans walked around her desk and headed towards a side door. Maria’s eyes followed Mrs Evans and her husband. Father Connor gestured for Maria to follow the other two, and he walked behind Maria, secretly smiling at the thought of what was to come.

Mrs Evans husband opened the door for his wife to go first; the other three followed.

The three assembled inside a room about fifteen feet by fifteen feet. On two sides were full-length mirrors; at the opposite end was a Satanic altar with an inverted cross. There were also some whips, canes and manacles fitted at various intervals up the wall.

The door was locked once they had all entered. Mrs Evans stood with her back to the door. Her brothers on either side. Maria stood nervously, her head bowed. Not knowing what exactly they had in mind, but with her head bowed, she could see the obvious bulge all three were showing.

“Strip her,” Mrs Evans commanded softly.

Her brothers moved forward, unzipping Maria’s dress and pulling it over her head, taking in the soft fragrance of her body, making sure to slide their hands over her soft flesh as they removed her bra, then her panties. Maria’s panties were damp with her sweat and cunt juice, each man eagerly bringing the soiled underwear to his nostrils to savour its musky odour. Maria’s clothes were placed on a chair; she stood naked and was moved forward by the two men to stand very close to Mrs Evans,

“Kneel,” Mrs Evans instructed.

Maria knelt, waited. The two men each raised one of Maria’s arms and put clamps around her wrists; each clamp had a chain which was passed through a hook on either side of Mrs Evans, about waist high. Maria was mere inches from Mrs Evans’ groin.

“Gentlemen, commence the punishment,” Mrs Evans commanded.

Maria gasped; she inhaled sharply.

“Please, miss, I’m sorry for my mistake.” Maria pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears.

The two men held canes, each raised above their heads as they looked down on Maria’s exposed flesh. They both swung their canes down onto Maria’s flesh. Maria yelped and screamed at the sudden, intense pain. Even though it wasn’t the first time she had been severely caned, the pain was a shock to the system.

Maria’s slim body writhed and bucked in a fruitless effort to avoid the heavy strikes; she was secured to the wall, her back and ass exposed so that every strike by the two men would land.

The two men grinned as they each brought their canes down upon the helpless girl, using their other hand to squeeze their bulging erections; panting heavily, they continued the brutal caning.

At one point, Maria, with tears streaming down her agonised face, glanced up at Mrs Evans, but there was no sympathy in the eyes of Mrs Evans, only a gleam of wicked lust, and a smirk upon her lips. Even Mrs Evans was excited; she licked her lips and placed her hands behind Maria’s head, and pulled Maria onto the bulge under her skirt.

Maria felt the bulge; her face was pressed firmly against it. She continued screeching as Mrs Evans slowly pulled her skirt upwards, above and over Maria’s head, and signalled for the two men to cease punishing the girl, which they did. They looked down at the severe welts and red stripes they had inflicted upon Maria’s delicate skin. They then looked at their sister, whose eyes were closed. Her tongue licking her lips. Still holding Maria under her skirt.

Maria by now was expertly licking the older woman’s balls and shaft. Her soft tongue had, on many occasions, pleasured the older woman; her lips kissed the erect cock, and slowly made her way up to the knob head, and swallowed it like a seasoned hooker, taking the whole length into her mouth and swallowing it down her throat, beginning the up and down motion she knew that would please her mistress.

Mrs Evans husband/brother moved to his wife/sister, groping her tit’s over her dress, and kissing her soft lips passionately, their wet tongues sliding against the other’s, sucking, slurping the other’s saliva.

Father Connor moved behind the girl, knelt, and began licking her arse, running his tongue along her crack, then probed her tight, brown hole, which made Maria’s body tingle with pleasure. Soon Maria felt the knob end of Father Connor’s cock against her bum hole; she could feel it being pressed against her entrance. Then she felt Father Connor push himself firmly as the thick girth violated her opening, and the thick girth was pushed inside her.

Maria gasped as the erect cock invaded her shitter. She was still held by the manacles around her wrist. She was aware Mrs Evans was deeply kissing her husband/brother, and she was still sucking Mrs Evans’ cock, which was being thrust down her throat, forcefully helped by Mrs Evans’ hand firmly pushing Maria’s head onto the cock.

Father Connor, turned on by the sight in front of him, it never failed to arouse him, watching his brother and sister fornicating, he quickened his own pace; he needed to sate his own sick hunger, so he held Maria firmly and began pummelling her tight shitter as brutally as possible.

Maria sensed the cock in her mouth was about to explode and fill her guts with Satanic cum, so she sucked harder, taking the cock length down her throat as far as she could, bringing tears to her eyes. Mrs continued kissing her husband/brother, while holding Maria’s head firmly as she also thrust back and forth, back and forth, until she moaned loudly as she broke their kiss, her eyes closed tightly, and face fucked Maria as hard as possible.

“Swallow it, cunt. Swallow my cum, you fucking Satanic whore.” Mrs Evans spat at Maria as load after load was forced down the throat of the helpless girl, who swallowed every drop.

She felt the cock pulsing every time it shot and released cum into her mouth.

“Yeah, fuck yeah. Hail Satan.” Father Connor chanted as he and Maria both orgasmed, his cock pummelling Maria’s shitter harder and harder as orgasmic waves rushed through their bodies, climaxing together.

Father Connor’s hot cum filling maria’s bowels, she felt it’s heat, both in her throat, and inside her bowels.

Mrs Evans husband/brother had his cock out and wanked over Maria’s face and hair.

Maria’s hands were released from their shackles, and she slumped to the floor, resting on her side.

All three stood over Maria and urinated upon her exhausted body. She accepted their yellow, acrid piss, splashing over her face, hair, soaking her body in their yellow golden shower.

Mrs Evans held her cock in her hand and flicked one last drop of cum towards Maria.

“Maria, I hope you will be more careful in future and remember that security lapses will have consequences. Do I make myself clear?” She spoke to an exhausted Maria lying on the floor, cum dripping from her arse and pussy, and her body covered in piss.

“Yes, Mistress,” Maria answered between catching her breath.

“Now, clean up here. Clean yourself and continue with your duties, understand?” Mrs Evans added.

“Yes, Mistress,” Maria added.

THE END