Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Lana sat in the common room, smoking a cigarette, twitchy from electroshock therapy. Three days had passed since Sister Mary Eunice had left her in the bakery. And for three days the bitch had avoided her completely.
"Fuck you, M-Mary," she whispered shakily to herself.
hey now..
"Dirty slut tease."
be nice, she's your friend.
"Friend? What f-friend?"
you're being childish.
"She's not my friend. They are torturing me, f-frying my brain, and she w-won't even t-t-talk to me. Dammit," she cursed her stuttering, feeling close to tears.
Defeated, she slumped further into her seat.
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Sister Mary Eunice entered the common room. As she surveyed the room, her gaze was immediately drawn to the corner where Lana sat muttering to herself. The nun's heart broke when she noticed the burn marks on the brunette's temples and the tremble in her fingers.
oh jude, how could you.
"Miss Winters.." she started, crossing the room.
Lana stared darkly at the blonde.
"Can I help you, Sister?" The question dripped with venom.
"Oh Miss Winters, I'm so sorry for what you've been through. How are you feeling?" Mary asked, concern and regret written across her face. She should have spent some time with the feisty woman, should have kept her out of trouble.
Lana's gaze shifted to her finger nails, hands still shaky from the treatment.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you mean."
Mary Eunice sighed softly, taking Lana's hand in both of hers. The brunette shuddered slightly, the dam threatening to burst into an eruption of uncontrollable tears. Stubborn as ever, she bit them back fiercely, refusing to be vulnerable. Mary, sweet and gentle though she was, was certainly not stupid. She could read Lana's pain in the tightness of her face, in her stooped posture, and the knowledge that she was responsible for it shot pangs of white-hot guilt through her body. The blonde knew she had to make it up to her.
"Miss Winters.."
No response.
"Miss Winters, please look at me."
Reluctantly, Lana lifted her gaze to the nun's face.
"There you are," Mary said with a smile. "Will you go somewhere more private with me? Somewhere quiet, relaxed?"
Unsure of what to expect and naturally suspicious following her ordeal, Lana nodded silently. With Mary Eunice still holding her hand, she allowed herself to be led from the common room.
They walked in silence for some time, Mary Eunice never letting go of Lana's hand. In spite of herself, the inmate couldn't help but enjoy the soft warmth of the nun's touch. She slowly began to relax again. If she thought about it, it wasn't as if the electro-torture had anything to do with her favorite nun.
Curiosity got the better of her.
"Hey, Sister, where exactly are you taking me?" she asked with a tentative smile playing about her plush lips.
Mary Eunice noticed the change in her and smiled, visibly relieved.
"Nowhere special, Miss Winters, just to my room. You deserve a break from all that." She gestured behind her toward the common room.
"Won't Sister Jude lose her shit if she catches us?"
don't remind me.
"She won't know a thing, and what she doesn't know can't hurt us," Mary replied, trying to ignore the panic flickering in her chest.
Subconsciously, Lana squeezed Mary's soft hand. The blonde's breath caught in her throat, and her panic was replaced by something entirely different.
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Finally, they ascended a spiral staircase that brought them to the staff's quarters. The nun opened the door, pulling Lana in. The inmate looked around, taking in the room.
It was cosy, neat and well appointed. There was the obligatory crucifix on the wall, and a small figure of Saint Mary. A little bit surprising were the skillfully crafted still life paintings on the wall.
"Sister, did you paint these?"
The blonde blushed pink and nodded.
"These are incredible! Have you sold many of them?" Lana asked, walking the room and taking in each image.
"Now, Miss Winters, don't tease me, they are just idle doodlings," came the shy response.
Turning to look at her, Lana smiled brightly. "Sister, hiding away such talent is positively criminal."
Mary Eunice blushed even more furiously, but allowed herself a little grin.
"Thank you."
Uncomfortable with such praise, she immediately changed the subject.
"Would you like to take a shower, Miss Winters? Or a bath? A proper one with hot water and nice soap, bubbles even, if you like, and a fluffy towel to dry off with?"
Lana looked like she might burst into tears as her gorgeous bottom lip began to quiver.
no, don't cry, or I'll probably join you.
"You-really? You don't have to do that, I-" she stammered.
"I insist," Mary cut her off gently, staring into Lana's black eyes. "Please. It's the very least I can do."
The brunette looked away. "You don't owe me anything, Sister."
Mary Eunice took a deep breath and collected herself for a moment.
"Miss Winters, I do. At the very least, I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have run from you. And I shouldn't have avoided you. It was embarrassingly cowardly of me. Now please, for goodness sake, will you let me give you a bath?"
As soon as the words escaped her lips, she knew she had misspoken. Lana looked at her, taking in the expression of horror on her face, and began to giggle. The nun flushed bright red and looked at the floor.
"Is that a yes, then?" she asked, barely above a whisper.
"Yes. Yes. Thank you. How did I get so lucky to have someone like you in this place?" The inmate flung her arms around the startled nun, who momentarily stiffened in a vain attempt to control her growing feelings.
to hell with it.
She relaxed into the embrace, holding Lana tight, reveling in the feel of the woman's warm body pressed against her own. She had never hugged a grown woman before. Lost in a light-headed daze, she smiled and sighed happily.
Lana shifted in Mary's arms.
shit.
The blonde, realizing she had lingered much too long, let go of the brunette like she was on fire, blue eyes wide as she backed away.
"I'd better go run your bath," she whispered, leaving Lana standing, delicate brow furrowed, in the middle of the room.
Lana listened to the water running. After about a minute, she followed Mary Eunice into the bathroom.
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jesus, mary, you are making a habit of this bolting nonsense. she probably thinks you are completely insane.
Mary Eunice drew Lana's bath and sat on the edge of the tub, thinking to herself. The door opened and Lana walked in, a deadly serious look hardening her pretty features. Mary stood up suddenly, the expression on her friend's face making her uneasy. The brunette shut the door behind her, closing the space between them in long, purposeful strides.
"What did you really bring me here for, Sister?" she demanded quietly, her coffee-brown eyes never leaving Mary's blue ones.
The nun hesitated, and Lana continued.
"Look, I know what you are. We are the same, you and I. I can see it in your face every time you look at me. I want you, Mary Eunice, and, frankly, you're relentless teasing is worse torture than anything Sister Jude could ever come up with."
Mary's jaw dropped, completely taken aback. As she struggled to spit out a response, Lana roughly took her face in her hands and pressed her cushy lips to Mary Eunice's mouth. Azure eyes shot wide open, but she was too caught up to even register the guilty thoughts that should have been screaming in her mind.
Instead, she tangled one hand in Lana's chestnut locks and placed the other on the woman's hip. Mary moaned softly into her mouth, and Lana's tongue found the blonde's lips, politely requesting entry. The nun gladly obliged, allowing the inmate to intensify their kiss.
When they finally pulled away, Mary Eunice was flushed and just shy of panting, and Lana's perfect mouth wore a victorious smirk.
"There," she breathed. "Now where have you been hiding that all this time?"
Mary Eunice fought valiantly for her composure.
"Your water is going to get cold," she said, voice low and raspy.
Lana wrapped her arms around Mary's waist.
"Take a bath with me."
"I-what?"
"Take a bath with me," Lana repeated. "Please."
The blonde stood like a statue, attempting to look appalled, but very obviously considering the offer. Lana decided to help her along.
She stripped down to nothing, grinning as Mary's lust-darkened eyes trailed over Lana's long, slim legs, full breasts, and tiny waist. The woman was petite, elegant, and refined underneath that hideous hospital gown, and Mary Eunice couldn't look away.
"Get naked," said Lana. "You can wash my back."
The brunette reached out and stroked Mary Eunice's face gently. She pulled off the nun's coif, tossing it to the side. Gasping dramatically, she grabbed two generous handfuls of long, blonde hair.
"Sister, forget the paintings. How can you deprive the world of something as perfect as this hair?"
The nun couldn't help but smile. Her beautiful friend, in this nude and flirtatious state, made her dizzy with her soft voice and smooth words. But Lana wasn't idly flirting; she only spoke sincerest truth.
Mary's gleaming golden locks tumbled down her back like spun silk, setting off her angelic, porcelain complexion. The inmate unabashedly placed a firm kiss on her friend's lips as she unbuttoned her black habit with shaking fingers. It slithered to the floor, followed immediately by her white bra and panties.
Sister Mary Eunice stood stark naked, fully exposed in front of Lana. Trying hard (and failing) to stop overthinking it, she stood uncertainly, arms wrapped around herself. Lana bit her bottom lip.
"Well, hot damn," she said. Her tone was husky as she leered blatantly at Mary Eunice's glorious body.
She was built thicker than Lana would have guessed, wider hips and stronger legs than her habit suggested. In fact, those legs were truly spectacular, miles long with beautifully defined musculature and perfectly smooth skin. Her small breasts sported perfect, pink nipples, which were fully erect and standing at attention. Lana looked up at Mary's face with a dazzling smile on her lips.
"You, sweet Sister, look like a goddess."
Mary Eunice's insides tightened again, and suddenly, her boldness was restored. She smiled back at the brunette and reached out a pale hand for her to take. Lana obliged, and pulled Mary in close. Not wasting any more time, she placed little bites on the blonde's jaw and neck, each followed by an open-mouthed kiss. The nun purred with pleasure and her hands could no longer resist the urge to roam over the expanse of alabaster skin that haunted her dreams.
Her fingernails raked down Lana's back, traveling along her narrow waist to her smooth, round ass. She gave it a good, solid squeeze and Lana jumped, pulling back from her.
"My, my, someone's awfully fresh," she said with a wink, before completely disengaging herself from Mary Eunice.
Seeing the perplexed look on the latter's face, she climbed into the bathtub, beckoning with a finger.
"Come on, get in behind me. You're washing my back, remember?"
Mary joined her in a flash, and Lana sighed as she settled back against her.
The feeling of being naked, wet, and pressed against Lana's ivory back made Mary Eunice's head spin. She took her turn now, sucking on Lana's long, pale neck, reveling in how the brunette squirmed at her touch. With a moan, Lana pulled away yet again. Frustrated, Mary let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"All in due time," said Lana, handing Mary Eunice the soap.
The blonde huffed once, but immediately got to work, lathering every inch of Lana's silky skin, paying special attention to her chest. She had never palmed a breast before, and the first touch almost made her cry out in ecstatic sensory overload. Never had she imagined they could feel so divine in hand. Lana giggled softly.
"Are they nice, Sister? Do you like them?"
"Dear God, yes," came the breathy reply. "I think I've died and gone to Heaven."
Lana smiled to herself.
"Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet."