Chapter 6:

Public Risk in Holy Places

The Bishop’s visit turned every prayer into torture and every glance from Father Lucian into foreplay. The small remote vibrator was no longer just against my clit he had inserted the thick bulbous part deep inside me that morning, the antenna trailing wickedly against my folds.

During his sermon on purity, the vibrations began. Low at first, then brutal pulses synced to the rhythm of his voice. I knelt in the third row, rosary clutched tight, biting the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.

“Father Lucian…” I mouthed silently.

His eyes locked on mine across the chapel. “Resist the flesh, sisters,”...