This is my first story so please be kind. It will contain smut so be warned. I also have no rights or ownership over these characters.
I would love suggestions and prompts for further stories; which include Hotgomery, Bananun and Foxxay.
Chapter One
Sister Mary Eunice's POV
Sister Mary Eunice walked silently away from Sister Jude's office, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. She had just been submitted to a talk from Sister Jude about her faults which always resulted in her breaking down. This time it was another rant about her allowing the nosey reporter, Lana Winter to enter the facility and get critical information about Briarcliff and its secret terrors that went on behind its walls. Sister Jude had implied that it had been Mary Eunice's fault that Miss Lana Winters was subjected to electroshock therapy which had happened a week ago. Mary Eunice knew that it was Sister Jude who made the order for Lana's unorthodox "therapy" but deep down where a lot of herself doubt and hate lay, she thought that maybe it was her fault.
Wiping her tears she thought about Lana. She was as fully recovered from her electroshock therapy as was possible, but she still had moments of pain and mental confusion that Mary Eunice watched with pity. She knew that Lana was a sinner... Well that's what Sister Jude said anyway. But how could something that made Lana so happy be a sin? It wasn't like she was hurting anyone. Mary shook her head as she contemplated this. No. She wasn't thinking straight. With a sigh she continued her path through the hallways of the asylum. How was Lana going? She thought. Last time she had seen her she had been curled in a ball in one of the armchairs in the common room as Dominique played over and over, her eyes red and covered in tear tracks that ran down her face through the dirt on her skin. Mary felt bad for her; it had been her fault after all that Lana was here. Mary slowed down and suddenly decided to make a visit to Miss Winters' cell just to check if she was ok. It was late, most of the inmates at Briarcliff would be asleep, Lana included, but Mary thought it wouldn't hurt to see her... She was still full of guilt and thought it was her duty to look after Lana best she could.
She made a left, then a right and soon enough she was outside Lana's cell door. She stood there quietly fiddling with her fingers, slightly scared of going in. She had always been shy. Still picking at her fingers she cocked her head to the side. There was a strange noise coming from inside the room, a sort of ragged breathing and maybe a whimper? She couldn't decide. What was going on in Lana's cell? Curiosity getting the better of her, she grasped the door handle, turned it as quietly as she could and opened the door a slight fraction and peeped her head around the corner to lay her blue eyes on the scene in front of her.
Mary Eunice stood frozen with shock and fear was she observed Lana sitting on her bed, legs propped up with knees bend, head tilted back, eyes screwed tightly shut as her hand moved back and forth in her panties. Moans, whimpers and incoherent words came from Lana's mouth between "Oh my gods" and heavy breathing. Her hand working harder and harder bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
Mary Eunice stood transfixed, at the sight of Lana's pleasure. She felt terribly scared and hot as a slight ache started to make its self known between her legs and she had to grab at the doorframe to steady herself from this new experience that filled her whole body, making her moan.
As she let out a whimper without realising it, Lana opened her eyes with shock and yelled out in fear. When she saw Mary Eunice standing in the doorway she wrenched her hand out of herself and grabbed at the sheets to cover herself, but in her panicked state ended falling off the bed in a heap. Sister Mary Eunice ran. As fast as she could, her habit flying around her ankles as she fled. She was shocked at what she had seen, and even more shocked at how it had affected her. When she reached her room she threw the door open then slammed it shut, jumping onto her bed and getting lost in the sheets.
She curled up in a ball, her eyes wide and the images of Lana rocking her hips back and forth stuck in her head. The ache had not left her core and shifting a little she realised her panties were soaked. She shuddered. This had never happened before. She had never felt pleasure like this. She felt dirty, she knew it was wrong, especially with Lana... But it felt so good... "No!" She suddenly yelled out and began to sob. The images of Lana fixed in her mind while she shook with tears as she fell into an uneasy sleep, the ache between her legs not faltering.
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