It's back! Hoping it's not too shitty. I did kind of power through the ending in one go, but I wanted to keep this fic alive! I'm almost halfway through re-watching Asylum so the steamy stuff is coming up and I'm sure it'll provide more inspiration to continue. Thanks for being patient! -a
The first time Lana met Mary Eunice, she'd been distracted away from her by the microsephallic Pepper, who was revealed as a murderess and psychopath. To Lana, Mary Eunice was another unfortunate soul swept away into the farce of convent life, in the worst place imaginable. How such a girl could be happy was beyond her.
But there was something that struck her, put the spark of an idea in her mind, and it was Sister Mary Eunice who Lana decided would be her best bet to getting inside of Briar Cliff. Perhaps it was her accommodating nature, simple and sweet, that Lana found so penetrable. After her failed meeting with Sister Jude, it was Mary Eunice that Lana decided to seek out. Her plan was simple: hide until dark, and then find a way into the asylum where she would be unseen. She had found a copse of trees to hide and wait, and was just finishing a cigarette when she heard a stick break close by.
As if planned, Sister Mary Eunice breezed past the very spot where Lana was hiding. Seizing her perfect opportunity, she stepped forward and addressed the young nun. Taken aback, Mary Eunice started at Lana's voice, and turned gripping her rosary and backing away from her.
"What are you doing out here so late?" Lana threw her cigarette to the ground. "Surely Sister Jude wouldn't allow it."
The look of innocent terror on Mary Eunice's face was comparable to that of a child getting caught doing something very naughty. Except that Mary Eunice was a grown woman, and a nun. Something about it made Lana tingle. Still, she had a story to write. She had a talent for persuasion, and she'd use it to get inside at any cost. She wondered how close Sister Mary Eunice was to Sister Jude, and if she could use one to get to the other. Jude was the one behind it all; Lana didn't have to get inside to know this. She'd heard stories of Jude's treatment and torture in the name of God, and blamed her for everything that happened at Briarcliff.
That was in the beginning, when Lana still had a spark of ambition and bravery, still had a story to write. She had a story now, but she wondered if she'd ever be able to return to it if she made it out alive. Her time with Threadson almost made Jude mellow and acceptable, especially when she considered who Sister Mary Eunice had become. She wasn't sure what exactly had gotten into the once-sweet nun while everything else was happening, but she knew it was nefarious as the devil himself. Lana wasn't religious, but she saw a glint in Mary Eunice's eyes, especially when she spent time with the monsignor, that told of something evil.
The unfortunate side effect of this observation was that it produced the exact effect Lana wished it wouldn't: it turned her on. The naughty nun was never a fetish she expected to harbor, but she knew it the first night she caught Mary Eunice out in the woods, and she knew it every night she snuck down the cold stone hallways to the Monsignor's chamber to watch Mary Eunice poison his purity. Being shut inside an insane asylum should have been enough to quell anyone's libido, but instead it tended to have the opposite effect.
It started after Lana was returned to Briar Cliff upon escaping Bloody Face. Sister Mary Eunice had been there, the first one to comfort her by listening and the first one to assure her she'd do something. Though that had all changed, Lana still felt a compelling attraction to Mary Eunice that she hated as much as she enjoyed. Had it been so long that her body and sexual drive was thinking for itself? Lana knew there was something inside Mary Eunice that hadn't been there before, and whatever it was drove her crazy.
She knew it was catching, because she watched Timothy Howard's face as he passed the nun in the hallways and spoke to her during the day. He was addicted to the pleasure he'd never known. He was sinning, and he was aroused by it. Lana longed for that same privilege. Maybe it was her feeling that she had nothing to lose. Having narrowly escaped death, nothing seemed wrong or right anymore. It just was.
Lana wondered if Mary Eunice knew she'd been watching her trysts with the monsignor. There was a knowing and sly glint in her eye whenever she'd look at Lana, and she continuously made comments that hinted at Lana's perversion. Lana didn't want to think of what Mary Eunice would do if she knew. As much as she desired her, she feared her.
Still, the fear wasn't enough to keep her away. One night, as she usually did, she wandered to the monsignor's chambers and snuck into the shadows by the door. She heard voices inside; it sounded like the monsignor was praying. Heels knocked loudly against the hard tile floors, and Lana turned her head sharply towards the approaching sound. She doubted the darkness would be enough to hide her, and thought up an excuse.
From the shadows and into the sliver of light coming from the door, Mary Eunice stepped forward.
"Lana Banana," there was a soft coo in her voice that wasn't there when Jude called her that. "What on earth are you doing out of your room so late? And how did you manage to get out?"
"My door wasn't locked," Lana said truthfully. The lock on her door hadn't worked for some time, but she obviously hadn't said anything.
"Strange," Mary Eunice said slyly. "And why would you be spying on our dear monsignor?"
For this, Lana didn't have an excuse. Mary Eunice saw her hesitation, and stalked around her, eyeing her like prey.
"This isn't the first time, Lana," Mary Eunice said. "You think I don't know you're out here? Watching us every night?"
Lana's heart was pounding but the tingling between her legs contrasted with the fear in her head.
"Does it turn you on to see the monsignor writhing in his sins?" Mary Eunice purred. "But then again… you don't like men. So it can't be him…"
Lana stood completely still while Mary Eunice moved closer to her. She was backed against the wall now, her back cold with just a thin layer of fabric between her and the icy stone. Mary Eunice's warmth seemed to reach across the short distance between them until Lana wondered if she wasn't actually touching her. Before she could know, Mary Eunice backed away and shook her head.
"You should go back to bed, Lana Banana," she said sternly. "And be more careful about peeping around people's doors. You may see something you don't want to see."
"I've already seen the worst," Lana retorted. "I've seen horrors most others haven't."
Mary Eunice crossed her arms, illuminated by the light from the door. "I know," she smirked. "That turns me on."
With that, Mary Eunice walked into the monsignor's room and shut the door behind her. Lana felt cold and frustrated, and wondered what would happen to her the next day and whether or not Mary Eunice would find it necessary to punish her. She whispered curses at herself and at Briarcliff as she padded softly back to her room.
The monsignor gripped his rosary tightly as he muttered a prayer before a flickering candle. When night fell, he lapsed into sin, and it was all he could do to pray for forgiveness before it happened because once the nun walked into his room, he was hopeless to resist.
She almost always initiated. Once, he'd been eager and desperate and tried to take the upper hand. Somehow, she'd pinned him without touching him, and spent almost an hour drawing out the sexual torture until he didn't think he could stand it anymore. She was playing with him, and he needed it.
Tonight, there was a different gleam in her eye as she came through his door and pulled off her veil. The falling of her blonde curls was enough to make Timothy hard.
"You have a rogue patient here Monsignor," she said as she slipped out of her shoes and began to unbutton her habit in front of the dresser mirror.
"And who might that be?" Timothy was half-listening and approaching her with lust.
"Lana Winters," she said, her back to him. He advanced behind her and she felt him press up against her back. For now, she allowed this.
"And what is our patient doing, Sister?" His voice was smooth and buried itself into her neck as he nuzzled her.
"Running around the place at night," Mary Eunice said, letting the habit drop. "Peeping through keyholes."
Timothy felt suddenly fearful. Was Mary Eunice implying that his indiscretions were no longer secret?
"I fear she may tell Sister Jude," she continued. "And we couldn't have that, could we?"
The monsignor wondered about her implications, but the moment he felt her hand sliding up his thigh to his pelvis, he didn't care. He'd do anything she asked him to.
"We have to keep her quiet, Monsignor," Mary Eunice whispered, her face turned to his and her pale neck exposed. He ran a hand down her neck, shoulder and hip until he found the hem of her red slip. Carefully, but eagerly, he slid the fabric up. Mary Eunice leaned forward and gripped the sides of the dresser.
"What do you propose we do, Sister?" Timothy asked as he put his hands on her hips.
"Anything to keep her quiet," Mary Eunice said, looking at him in the reflection of the mirror. He couldn't last any longer. With a feverish lust he pushed himself against her and in only a few short moments, he'd finished his nightly sin.
tbc