Chapter 6: Public Risk in Holy PlacesThe 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,” he preached smoothly, “for the devil wears the mask of desire.” The vibrator surged stronger. My walls clenched hard around the toy. A tiny whimper escaped me. The sister beside me shifted, but I kept my head bowed, thighs quivering.Later, in the bell tower, the sea wind howled through the arches while pilgrims chanted below.“Lift it,” he growled
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