The last thing Lana could remember was the sound of tearing metal and breaking glass. Then it was all dark.
When she opened her eyes she found herself staring at the familiar ceiling she knew unfortunately well. For a moment she wondered if the entire assault had been a dream. She tried to sit up but was stopped- both by the restrains on her arms and legs and the searing pain in all of her joints and muscles. How was she back in Briarcliff? When she closed her eyes images flashed behind her lids- running, getting in a car, driving, the sound of a gunshot, a tree.
She slowly began to make sense of the situation, where she was and how she got there. Her wrists and ankles were strapped down and her head was fixed in some kind of metal brace. Her right cheek throbbed with every pulse and every breath sent a stab of pain through her lower ribs. She heard a voice next to her, but couldn't turn to face it.
"Well, look who's awake" Goosebumps covered her flesh and a chill filled the room. Lana immediately recognized the icy tone. "Don't be afraid. You're right back here where you belong. When we found you you'd been in a terrible accident. Sadly it was fatal for the driver, but you're safe now. A few broken ribs and a fractured cheekbone but nothing terrible. You'll be back on your feet in a few days!" Sister Mary continued on in her sickly sweet tone but Lana had stopped listening. Back in Briarcliff? With Thredson still on the loose? What if he killed again? What if he came back for her?
She tried to explain herself to every nurse who attended her but they all shook their heads and sighed at the poor little girl who lost her mind. They shoved anti-psychotics down her throat and told her she must be mistaken. Her body began to heal but she was haunted by nightmares of Thredson's dungeon.
Four nights after waking up, Lana was surprised by the sound of her cell door opening in the middle of the night. Sister Mary stepped into the room and locked the door behind her. "Stand up, dyke" She growled. Lana obeyed. The blonde slowly started walking toward her, backing Lana into a corner. She leaned her face in close. "I bet you think you know what's going on, don't you? I bet you think you're gonna get famous from your little tragedy- write an expose of mental hospitals? Get us shut down? Maybe I'll have to shut you up."
Lana ducked under her arm and started to run towards the door, but suddenly Mary was there, blocking her escape with inhuman speed. Lana spun around and tried to run, but found herself pinned down to her bed, Mary straddling her waist and holding her arms above her head. "Nice try, but you're my bitch and you do what I say. Try to run again and I might not be so friendly. Don't bother trying to explain- I know all about Thredson and his little horror cave. I know all about how you really ended up in that car and exactly how you ended up wrapped around that tree. Silly, forgetful little Lana. I already told you it's no use to explain anything to me. The devil is everywhere and knows everything. Now don't you even dare try to scream." Lana opened her mouth to protest but Mary slapped her hard across the left cheek and then the right. Her healing facial bones ached and a tear slipped from her eye. She nodded in compliance. "Have you learned your lesson?" Lana opened her mouth again but was stopped by a cold finger against her lips. New purple bruises rose on top of her old ones.
"Now, as I was saying" Mary continued. "I know every little memory you've ever had. I could watch your life like a movie- and right now I'm replaying every little moment you spent with dyke #2 before she got made into a mask. Hmm remember that one night you two had… valentine's day last year?" She leaned close enough that Lana could feel her breath. "I know every little thing you did to her and I'm feeling a little jealous. As of right now you're my property. How convenient Thredson killed you're little 'girlfriend' since you will never look at another woman again. You're mine, slut. Mine." Mary leaned down, latching her teeth into the juncture between Lana's neck and shoulder with enough force to make her bleed. She sat back up and licked her lips clean of Lana's blood. She finally released her hold on Lana's wrists in order to pull her habit over her head, revealing sexy red lace.
As terrified as she was Lana couldn't control her reaction at the sight of tight, creamy flesh. It had been so long since she'd been with anyone… Mary's perfect, thin frame was almost too good to be true. Her hands moved slowly from above her head to reach for Mary's waist. The nun slowly leaned back down, this time to place her full red lips against Lana's. Lana moaned into the kiss and pushed her tongue against Mary's bottom lip until she was allowed inside. The kiss became more intense, tongues battling for dominance. Lana moved her hands slowly up Mary's sides until the blonde reached between them to tear open the front of Lana's regulation gown with superhuman strength.
Mary sunk her teeth into Lana's bottom lip, sucking and biting until Lana gasped in pain. She tasted the blood but somehow the pain turned her on even more. She moaned again and pushed her hands up to caress Mary's small chest through the thin red lace. Mary used her strength to flip them over so Lana was on top and pushed the tattered garment off of her shoulders. Lana sat straddling Mary's thin hips in only a pair of grey cotton panties, looking down and admiring the pale expanse of skin beneath her. Mary looked up at her with a devilish grin, grabbing Lana by her hair and pulling her down to her neck. Lana's still bleeding lips left a trail on her skin as she bit at Mary's pulse point, leaving what she hoped would be a lasting mark. She bit down again on Mary's collarbone as she reached underneath of her and unhooked her bra. She grinded her hips against those beneath her and took a light pink nipple into her mouth. Mary threw her head back, moaning in pleasure as Lana nibbled at the over-sensitive bud. Her free right hand reached up to Mary's other breast, pinching and pulling the small peak.
"Oh FUCK" Mary shouted, flipping them again and taking Lana's lips in another kiss. She forced one thigh between Lana's thin legs. She swiveled her hips, putting pressure on both of their cores. Lana moaned into her mouth, grabbing her ass and pulling her even closer. "You like that, you little whore?" She bit into Lana's neck, drawing out a gasp. She shoved her hands into Lana's panties, smiling into the bite at the arousal she felt. "Mmm so wet for me."
Lana arched her back and screamed out when Mary shoved two fingers into her without warning. She pulled them back out slowly and drew them to her lips, sucking them clean. She stared into Lana's eyes the whole time, smirking as she pushed them back in and added a third. She fucked Lana hard and fast, punctuating her thrusts with hard bites along the creamy pale skin of Lana's chest. She came harder than ever before- even harder than with Wendy. Mary sat back, pulling her fingers out and licking every drop from them. "You like that, huh?" Lana nodded pulling Mary against her mouth.
They rolled over once again as Lana slowly kissed down the body of her favorite nun-gone-bad. She bit at the skin as she went, soothing each wound with her tongue before moving on. When she reached the red lace of Mary's panties she started to pull them down tantalizingly slow. Mary couldn't wait as she reached down and tore the fabric apart. Lana tried to ignore how creepy the super strength was, pushing the doubts away as she gazed at the wonderland before her. She pushed the blonde's legs apart and kissed her folds, pushing her tongue between them and into her. She licked and sucked back up until she reached her clit, biting down as she pushed three fingers deep into her tight core. Mary laced her fingers into the brownish-red hair, pulling hard enough to tear out a few strands. Lana bit down even harder in response. Mary came against her mouth and Lana drank up the juices.
She kissed Mary on the lips, long and hard, tasting each other on their mouths. When they broke for air Mary smirked again in that evil way. "Remember, dyke. You belong to me". She slapped Lana once more across the face and in a flash of unnatural speed was standing by the side of the bed. She pulled her habit over her naked form and tossed her torn lace panties at Lana's stunned figure. "As a souvenir." She smiled. And then she was gone.
For years Lana had sworn Wendy was the only woman she would ever love. But here she was, naked and panting, giving her heart to the devil just weeks after her death. She knew it was wrong, she knew she should be feeling remorse. But her body was still rocked with the waves of her orgasm and her lips and neck still bled from the bites. Something was possessing Sister Mary, that she knew. All she could say for sure was that whatever that thing was, it was damn good in bed.