Maureen obeyed the minister with a heavy heart. Soon she would be in the company of her parents again. And she would go home to that dreary, dreadful house where she would once again be treated as a pariah. The reverend didn’t have to tell her not to say anything. She would be too ashamed to ever mention it. And her parents would never believe it anyway. The minister’s c**k in her mouth. Him playing with her ‘cunt’ as he made her call it. No one would ever believe it. She would be called a liar, maybe even a blasphemer. She would certainly be punished again. No, she would bear her ordeal in silence.
As she stood in the corner, Maureen contemplated all that had happened that night. Tomorrow, she would come back. It would all happen again, of that she was sure. Part of her rebelled against
