Role reversal

"I'm sorry father," Loraine faced the vicar, with a smile on her face but fear in her eyes, "I don't think this is quite right for me."

The vicar walked closer to her, forcing Loraine to walk backwards to the glass cabinet. "Nonsense, my child. Let my cleanse your soul, so that you may be pure once again!"

"No, please, just let leave!"

"Accept the lord retribution for your father's crimes, so that he may accept you."

"GODDAMMIT, I SAID LET ME LEAVE!" In a blind panic she grabbed the first thing from the cabinet, which happened to be a whip.

"I wouldn't do that, child. Don't hurt a man of God in His house."

Loraine cracked the whip and yelled, "I don't care about that. Not after everything that happened to me! Now get to that cross!"

Father Daniel did as he was told, and Loraine put his arms in the shackles. She took a few steps back, and prepared the whip.

"Careful, you don't want to-"

"I'll tell you what I don't want!" She pulled back, and whipped him at every sentence.

"I don't want to be a victim of every pervert in this godless town anymore! Not of a jock who thinks he can do whatever. Not of those bimbos who posted my nudes for laughs! And not of the priest, of whom I finally thought was the one kind person in this place, but was nothing more than a sick! Perverted! BASTARD!"

As the priest moaned in pain, a gave a grin to Loraine.

"What is it?"

The priest simply looked down to her crotch. Following his eyes, she saw that she was practically flowing her pussy juice. Embarrassed, she grabbed the bedsheets, wiped herself clean, and dashed out of the room.

Walking out of the church, she caught her breath, and walked towards the community centre on her way 'home'.