Chapter Twenty-One
He came in her mouth, which Corinne had never liked. All the while, she kept repeating to herself that it was for his pleasure and somehow that made it not quite so nauseating. When he had told her to swallow what was left of it, Corinne had started to gag. It had taken three tries before she was able to do it. By then, most of what was in her mouth was her own spit. That had been good enough for Father Monroe, this time.
The blindfold remained in place until they returned to the Second Stage. “You did very well, Sister Corinne,” he praised her. “But the following seven days may be the hardest ones you have yet to endure here.” They walked back into the sunlight and towards the Chapel, Father Monroe still guiding her by the leash. “In addition to your collar, cuffs an
