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Briarcliff was not what you expected.
But again, you didn’t really know exactly what to expect in the first place.
You were still in your twenties, a young and inexperienced nun who had never left the safety of her convent…that was, until your superiors recommended you to Monsignor Timothy Howard due to your exceptional kindness and nursing talents. And you, of course, immediately accepted the new job position, eager to help poor souls.
The first days were difficult.
The asylum could be a scary place at times, especially when some of the patients had been convicted of murder and other horrific and frightening crimes…but you couldn’t deny that there was still a presence that made you feel safe even in a place like that. One that wasn’t just God, at least.
Sister Jude.
She was an older, more experienced nun who was in charge of administering Briarcliff.
She was your new superior and, as such, she had been the one to guide you during the first days at the Manor.
She had helped you find your way around the building, had helped to instruct you with your tasks, had taught you all the inner workings of the system and passed on to you the knowledge you’d need to survive the job, despite all the obstacles and difficulties.
And you were truly…grateful for that.
Sure, Sister Jude wasn’t the nicest person around. She wasn’t particularly talkative, and she certainly did not coddle you like some of the other nuns in there. She was strict, serious, demanding, hard working, straight forward, and extremely clear on the fact that she took Briarcliff very seriously and, as such, expected everyone to do their part perfectly.
Yet in atypical fashion, that was precisely why you admired her. That was why you liked her, when so many other people at that place seemed to absolutely despise Sister Jude.
She took her job position seriously. It was clear how much passion she had…no, not just passion…oh how many dreams she had for Briarcliff…
And that was incredibily admirable, at least. In a way that everyone could admire her for, regardless of how they felt about her as a person.
And maybe, just maybe…that was also the reason as to why you were so surprised to catch Sister Jude like that at her office, during that one evening…
You had been working hard all day, and you had been feeling a little bit tired.
Or, at least, that was the excuse you remembered using when you accidentally broke one of Sister Jude’s golden rules;
Absent-minded, you had walked into Sister Jude’s office without knocking first.
You were just so worried about bringing her paperwork on time that you didn’t even realize what you had done wrong until you looked up from the paperwork in your hands, and your eyes fell upon Sister Jude’s desk…only to catch her smoking for a split-second before she, slightly embarrassed and unable to hide her anger and frustration, removed the cigarette from her mouth to quickly hide it under her desk.
“M-my apologies, S-Sister…t-the M-Monsignor ordered m-me to hurry w-with the r-reports and I-” you started to stutter, while Sister Jude pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.
She suddenly lifted a hand, gesturing for you to shut up before you could even try to finish your sentence.
And you, of course, immediately froze upon her silent command.
There was a minute of awkward silence, and you could hear your heart beat fast inside your chest. It hadn’t been the first time you had made a mistake, and it certainly hadn’t been the first time Sister Jude had firmly reprimanded you for it…but this time, it felt different. It felt much different…
This time didn’t feel like forgetting a document in another room, or like accidentally dropping a plate, or like any minor mistake you had made in the past which could be easily fixed and forgotten.
This time, for one reason or another…it felt much more serious.
And you weren’t even sure as to why it felt so serious and unforgivable, honestly.
You had forgotten to knock on a door, which was just a mere form of courtesy…and you had caught sight of Sister Jude smoking, which you knew your eyes weren’t supposed to see, but which wasn’t, at the same time, not a crime nor a sin…
In theory, your mistake felt very small. But in spirit, you couldn’t help feeling a very bad feeling, almost as if something was very wrong and about to go downhill for reasons you could not pinpoint.
And just as you suffered from anticipation, trying to make sense of why it all felt so forbidden…Sister Jude finally spoke again;
“Well?” she addressed you with disdain, and the irritation in her voice was as clear as spring water, “are you just going to stand there forever, girl? We both have work to do.”
As if snapping from your trance, your feet finally decided to move, taking a few small steps forward and approaching Sister Jude’s desk in silence, before carefully dropping the pile of documents on her desk.
“M-my apologies,” you finally tried to speak again before politely clearing your throat, “these a-are the reports which M-Monsignor-”
“I know what they are.” Sister Jude interrupted, spitting her words before she yanked the papers out of your hands and set them aside on her desk, paying no attention to them, “we must discuss your behavior. Sit down.”
Your body hesitated, but you knew better than to make Sister Jude lose her short temper with impatience. So, ignoring your body’s protests and the red flags burning bright inside your head, you obeyed her words.
And you sat down at her desk, facing her directly.
Sister Jude closed her eyes, slowly exhaling air from her mouth as she sighed loudly…she looked tired, as if she was about to repeat a speech she had uttered a thousand times.
“What time is it?” Sister Jude suddenly asked you as she opened her eyes again, and the question caught you off-guard.
Of all the things you expected to hear from her mouth at that moment…this certainly wasn’t it.
“I’m…pardon, S-Sister?” you couldn’t help asking, absolutely confused, even knowing full well that it would only annoy your superior more.
But you were sure you hadn’t heard that right, even when Sister Jude’s face contorted to show even more displeasure and disappointment in you.
“The time, girl! Tell me the time!” Sister Jude repeated, barking her words as she pinched the bridge of her nose again, with even more annoyance than last time, “for heaven’s sake, I know you are not this daft-”
You almost jolted out of your seat, rushing to read the time on your humble wrist watch;
“Um, i-it’s almost five…well, four fifty actua-”
“That’s correct,” you heard Sister Jude suddenly interrupt you, gazing up from your watch to see Sister Jude checking her own pocket watch.
It made you wonder why she had asked you the time if she could see it for herself in her own watch…and you actually thanked your wits which told you to stay silent anyway, because, just as you had sensed, it had been a trap.
Sister Jude was never actually interested in the time, no…
“Do you know how clocks work, girl?” Sister Jude asked you, with a blank expression on her face.
…and that was when you just knew that this was actually a lecture, instead.
A lecture where you’d have to choose your words carefully, as to not upset Sister Jude even more.
“I..I have some basic idea of how they work, yes…” you humbly replied, trying to discreetly study Sister Jude’s expression for clues about what she wanted you to say, “...but…I can’t say I am exactly an expert on the intricate mechanisms, Sister Jude…”
There was a minute of awkward silence as Sister Jude studied your expression, just like you had been studying hers. For some reason…the whole ordeal made you feel vulnerable…as if she could look right through you…
…and even if you had nothing to hide from her, some small voice in the back of your mind still feared that your superior would see something she was not supposed to see in you.
“You’re not as daft as some of the other girls I’ve trained, I’ll give you that much, girl…” Sister Jude broke the silence with a sharp and dry chuckle that seemed to echo through her office, before her eyes finally left yours and she allowed herself to relax, leaning against her chair…as your own body only tensed up, “you definitely seem to be much quicker to pick up on things compared to…Sister Mary Eunice, at least. Heavens, that girl still needs to learn so much, to learn to steel herself and become much sharper…but…you don’t seem to have that problem, thankfully. I always knew, right from the start, that you, at least, wouldn’t be a waste of my time…given the right discipline…”
Sister Jude seemed to ramble for a while, and you couldn’t tell if the comparison was more to praise you, or to diminish Sister Mary Eunice, who was your colleague and equal. Perhaps both, perhaps neither.
In any case, even if you were not that close with Sister Mary Eunice…it still felt wrong, and very much against the teachings of your convent, the teachings of the church…
But Briarcliff was a very different world compared to what you were previously used to. A different world where you could do nothing but try to abide by its rules.
And besides…this was Sister Jude, after all.
You respect her. You admire her. You trust her. And you want her approval.
You want…her…approval…
For some reason, the thought set your cheeks ablaze like you had never felt before. And you were thankful that your superior seemed to miss that embarrassing reaction, too caught up in her own lecture to even look at you, as she stared off into one of her windows while she continued to talk;
“But, alas…returning to that small matter of clocks, in case you have not fully realized where I was going with this just yet…” Sister Jude let out, her eyes now finally fixating on the documents you have brought her, finally giving them the urgent attention they deserved, even if her attention was still divided between them and you, “for a clock to fully function, every little piece needs to play its part perfectly. If there is a malfunction, or even any delay, no matter how small, you will never be able to accurately tell the time. A delay of a few seconds may seem insignificant at first, but if you allow it to drag, tardiness is inevitable, day after day…until the clock becomes useless and gets thrown away, no longer able to perform the task it was built to perform.”
Part of you was glad she was looking away, because her words sent chills down your spine.
“Briarcliff is like a clock,” she casually continued while she read her papers, working while scolding you, “and each person has their own set of tasks and duties to perform perfectly, without any slip-ups. If you…have a delay of a few seconds, you end up disrupting the whole clock…with your slip-ups, you disturb your colleagues and their work…and we cannot tolerate your failings to spread to other staff, here at Briarcliff…actually…we cannot allow your failings to become your own demise, either…”
She paused, and her gaze lifted up from her reading to fall upon you again.
Your eyes locked with hers, and your body was reminded of how intimidating this woman could be when she was strict-
“Much like sin…” Sister Jude murmured, this time in a lower voice, “no matter how small it is when it starts…you must immediately stop it before it takes over you, and you end up falling deeper in it.”
Sister Jude paused.
She seemed so…confused? No, confused was not the word for it…but she was thinking about something as she eyed you, and you couldn’t even begin to try to imagine what it was, with her hard to read expression…all you could tell was that, whatever it was, she was deep in her own thoughts about it-
“Stay in line. In your own line.” Sister Jude suddenly let out in a much harsher tone, as if she had snapped back from her own trance, “that is all, Sister. Next time, I won’t be this lenient. Now, leave me be, and report to Monsignor to tell him that I will return the documents assessed and signed by tomorrow morning.”
With that, you wasted no time in getting up and rushing out the door before she changed her mind about allowing you to leave.
On your way out though, you couldn’t help glancing back, only to catch Sister Jude ignore her documents and her work to stare at you once more. Your eyes locked with hers for a split-second, almost like a final warning, just before you closed the door behind you.
A final warning of what was about to come, even if at the time, you were blissfully unaware.
~.~.~.~
The next days after that went on without issue and, for a while, it seemed as if your awkward encounter with Sister Jude inside her office was a thing of the past. You made a lot less mistakes ever since her lecture, and for a while, it seemed as if nothing could ever go wrong…
Until the day you had your second major encounter with Sister Jude.
And, this time, this one changed your life forever in ways you could have never imagined.
Much like the first time you had accidentally walked in on Sister Jude doing something you weren't supposed to see, the same thing happened again when you forgot her golden rule for the second time: you entered her room without knocking. Again.
Even if this time you had a better excuse for it.
Rumors had spread of dangerous animals roaming around Briarcliff, and hurting people who stepped outside of the building at later hours. Some of the patients spreading the rumors could have even sworn they had seen humanoid beasts, monsters, spawns of the devil-
But that wasn’t possible, of course…dangerous animals such as wolves or wild dogs, however, were equally possible and terrifying.
What truly scared you, though, was overhearing two of the nuns gossip while you were doing the laundry. Not that you intended on spying, of course…they just…spoke too loud when you were diligently working next to them.
“Did you hear? The patients feel nervous again…that girl has been spreading lies about deformed monsters who attacked her when she tried to escape…” you had overheard the younger one tell the other, “which is all in her head, of course…but the strange part is that something did attack her. Her arm was so damaged when I cleaned up her wounds…it looked like an animal’s bite, and even the doctor…”
You had stopped as you had heard the older one interrupt her;
“Stray dogs, I’m sure they were stray dogs…” you had heard her mumble, almost as if trying to shush her junior, before she whispered the next sentence in a low voice…but one you could still hear perfectly well, “but strange things have been happening lately, so stay inside. More people reported injury, and even of the nuns has seemingly been violently attacked…on top of that, no one has seen Sister Jude since-”
Sister Jude.
Even before the other nun had finished her sentence, or before either of them could notice you, you dropped your laundry and you ran to Sister Jude’s office.
Only to open the door, and find it completely empty, as you had feared.
You looked around for her in other rooms inside Briarcliff, but she was nowhere to be seen.
And your heart sank.
There was some deep part of you who cared deeply for Sister Jude, for reasons you could not explain. You assumed it was your famous kindness, but deep down, you knew there was more to it.
You admired her just a bit too much.
You lingered whenever she allowed you to work next to you, or taught you things.
You caught yourself staring a bit too much at her, in ways you were sure women were not supposed to stare at other women, according to the church-
You tried to shake and deny those feelings but the truth was that, even before you could fully process it, your body had started running towards Sister Jude’s room in frantic panic, which only increased the more you noticed how she didn’t seem to be anywhere else in Briarcliff.
Culminating with you swinging her bedroom door open, which was surprisingly unlocked…
Only to find…not an empty room, nor a wounded Sister Jude…
…but Sister Jude, healthy and frozen in her surprise, almost as if you had caught her red-handed…
Which you did, as you couldn’t help noticing her very revealing and provocative red dress which replaced her usual nun garb, and the perfume bottle in her hand…
“I’m…w-what…?” you murmured, confused, as your eyes tried to make sense of what you saw.
Were you dreaming? Were you having a hallucination? Was it some sort of misunderstanding?
In your confusion, you didn’t even notice Sister Jude recover from her shock before you did, and immediately rushing to lock the door behind you before she pinned you against a wall.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Sister Jude roared through gritted teeth, snapping you out of your trance in a split-second.
You had never seen her so angry, she was fuming mad, as she towered over you, using every inch of her taller height to intimidate you-
And you had never been so scared in your life.
“I-I was worried y-you were h-hurt!” you stuttered as soon as you recovered, but she aggressively barked back almost immediately after;
“Why would I be hurt, girl!”
It wasn’t a question.
It was an enraged earful, with her features twisting to become somehow even angrier as she pressed you up tighter against the wall.
“T-the creatures outside! T-the wolves!” you nervously still tried to stutter, “and the n-nuns, t-they said they h-hadn’t seen you in a w-while, I was worried that-”
“What did I warn you about? What did I teach you?” Sister Jude snarled at you, interrupting you, “stick to your lane, girl! Do you part, and do not interrupt others-!”
You didn’t even think before the words accidentally slipped your lips:
“But you could have gotten hurt! Or died! I had to save you!”
Your own words surprised you, but they didn’t surprise you half as much as they surprised Sister Jude. Her grip was still tight on your garbs, practically pulling you by your collar…but her mouth was slightly agape as she stared back at you in confused silence, trying to process what you had just said.
“I…I couldn’t let you get hurt…” you tried to calmly whisper again, in a much quiet voice…and as if she had actually listened to you this time, you felt her hands slowly release you as her anger slowly subsided.
You thought that would be the end of it…but you should have known better by now.
“It doesn’t matter, regardless of good intentions,” Sister Jude shook her head after a second, as if trying to compose herself, “I told you…I told you to stick to your lane, and you should have listened. Whatever the issue is, I can take care of myself. All you do is disturb my work, disturb my-”
Suddenly, she stopped. As if she had just remembered something.
You saw her cheeks become tinted with a slight flush, and as soon as you realized the reason why, your own burned crimson red.
You had still caught her in that darned provocative red dress, dressed in clothes that were not appropriate for a nun…and as you both realized that little issue between the two of you, she was the first one to react before you could even open your mouth-
“If you whisper a single word to Monsignor I will make sure you suffer the consequences of your-” Sister Jude started to threaten you but, this time it had no effect on you.
Not because she wasn’t intimidating, nor because you doubted her words. You were sure she could make your life a living hell if you slipped about her secret, so it wasn’t that, no…
Instead it was something else, as her threats entered one of your ears and quickly left the other, with your brain being unable to process much of her words…
“I would never say a thing about this…” you interrupted her, honest and nonchalant, “it’s not their business, and it certainly isn’t mine, either.”
Once again, Sister Jude immediately fell silent, and eyed you curiously.
Except this time, it was less about being surprised by your words, and more about being suspicious of them.
“Do you truly expect me to believe you’ll simply pretend like you didn’t see anything if I just let you go? Don’t you think I know you’ll gossip around and about eventually, if you have nothing to lose while I have everything to lose?” Sister Jude spat, “I know how most of you here feel about me. And I’m certainly not going to fall for some girl’s fake act of perfection and moral superiority…everyone else may think you’re just a clumsy little angel who can do no wrongs but I do not fall for it-”
You felt her take a step closer to you, cornering you even more against that wall, so that you could not escape her.
“Everyone has sin inside their hearts. No one is that perfect or exceedingly kind and caring…” Sister Jude started in a low voice, before her lips contorted into a smug smile, “you certainly are not. No matter what your superiors and the Monsignor may say. I know just how easily you get swayed by your emotions, going down a truly dangerous path to sinning…”
You glared at Sister Jude.
Even if it was wrong of you to glare at her, you couldn’t help it.
“I’m not lying,” you affirmed, staring her in the eyes to assert your honesty, “I do not care for gossip. And I do not care that you are wearing a dress. It is your spare time, it is your body, and you are certainly not harming anyone so I don’t-”
“Ah! There it is!” Sister Jude interrupted with a malicious chuckle, “your sin! Did they not teach you about modest women at your precious little convent, girl?”
You stared back at her, dumbfounded.
Your first instinct was to call Sister Jude out on her hypocrisy, with her being the one committing the supposed act of sin but still accusing you of being the sinner for thinking it was not a sin to begin with.
But…as much as you wanted to snap back at her with it, that was not the point.
The point was that it was not a sin.
Surely, it couldn’t be a sin.
“Why would it be a sin for women to wear red dresses when men wear far more scandalous clothing?” you couldn’t stop the words from escaping your lips, “are we not all God’s creations? Are we not equal in His eyes?”
“Equal?” Sister Jude laughed in your face, mocking you, “do you honestly think we are equal? Look around you, girl. What sort of delusional little world do you live inside? Do you not see how much we have to prove ourselves because we are women? I work the hardest to bring Briarcliff to its full glory, and look who is in charge…it’s men. It is always men. Or do you honestly think that a woman like us could ever make it as anything more than a nun? You will never be more than this. And neither will I, but I accept it and do this for Briarcli-”
“Why not?” you immediately shot back, interrupting and surprising Sister Jude, “you said it yourself, you’re the most hardworking person in here! You could be running Briarcliff yourself, be the Monsignor…you could…you could be a priest, higher than any nun…you could be…Mother Jude…”
Your voice died out as you became aware of your words, and how much they sounded like what the other nuns had always taught you was sin…but those were just your truest thoughts. They were what you truly believed in.
And Sister Jude realized it, too.
“Mother…Jude?” Sister Jude savored the words by uttering them slowly, before chuckling to herself, “oh my, they did tell me the devil would be tempting.”
You couldn’t help scoffing;
“I’m sure the devil has far worse matters to attend to before concerning himself with a soul who believes women deserve to live just as much as men do.”
Something hit you, then…
A strange gut feeling you had never felt before, sinking into the depths of your mind and tormenting you with the idea that you had finally pushed it too far, and were about to regret it.
This wasn’t like you, as you had never caused troubles for anyone else for as long as you could remember…
You avoided conflict at all costs, and you were always praised for being so polite, kind, and submissive, for always following the rules like a good girl…
But something about Sister Jude had just pushed you to your limit, and now, she actually had a reason to convince Monsignor to expel you, or, at the very least, to-
“I would punish you for your insolence,” Sister Jude addressed you, with a smug smile on her face as she raised your chin so she could stare down at you, forcing you to lock eyes with the taller woman, “but unfortunately, I’m afraid you’d actually enjoy it…wouldn’t you, girl?”
Your eyes involuntarily widened as you realized that she knew one of your little secrets.
“Oh, yes,” she laughed, almost as if having read your mind, “I did notice how your innocent little face turned all shades of red when you caught me with this dress. You’re not very discreet, are you? And I know that look well, even if I’m more used to seeing it on men…”
You were terrified, trying to make up all sort of excuses in your head-
“Don’t worry, girl…” Sister Jude continued, purring in a low voice as she leaned down to press her lips next to your ear, “a sin for a sin. As long as you don’t tell on mine, I can carry yours to my grave. I can’t cast the first stone, after all…”
You felt your heart pound inside your chest, almost as if you had a feeling about what Sister Jude was about to tell you next;
“But I am not stupid. I can give you a little something to keep you quiet. I can dive deeper in sin, to keep your pretty plump lips sealed.”
You almost choked on air.
Especially when you felt her press up a little harder against your body.
“Am I right?” Sister Jude purred again, licking her lips, “do you want me?”
Even if you did lie about it, your face betrayed you as all of your blood rushed to your cheeks. Before you even realized what you were doing, your head started to slowly nod as a response. You could no longer care about what was right, or what you shouldn’t do. You could no longer care if it was a sin or not.
You wanted Sister Jude.
And Sister Jude knew it.
“Tsk…” you heard Sister Jude mutter under her breath, teasing you as her hands pulled your nun garb up, exposing your legs, “I still got it.”
Sister Jude chuckled those last words to herself, and you didn’t quite understand what she meant by them.
Had she done this before to other nuns? Or was she perhaps talking about something related to her past? Had her…years before becoming a nun been…less than holy?
Not like you could judge her for it, anyway.
Not when you felt wetness pool between your legs as you felt her delicate fingertips slide up your exposed thigh.
But when you felt Sister Jude’s mouth on your neck, you completely forgot about it.
Moans escaped your lips as you felt her teeth sink into your skin, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make you feel as if you were giving yourself to a demon.
A feeling which only deepened when you felt her pull you closer, gripping your thighs as she pressed herself harder against you.
She might have blamed you for it, but you could feel that she wanted you just as much as you wanted her. If not even more, as she desperately clung to your body while her mouth kept trailing hickeys up your sensitive neck.
It had been so long since anyone last touched you this way…and now here you were, being ravaged by this older woman who made you feel better than anyone else had ever made you feel…
Perhaps because you were both sinning this time, touching each other in ways that were forbidden, and that made sexual pleasure ever so much sweeter and addicting-
“Look at that,” Sister Jude purred in a raspy voice as one of her hands suddenly cupped your shamefully wet pussy, “I knew how much of a dirty sinner you were, right from the start.”
Again you wanted to shoot back about how she was the one fucking you. About how she was the one who offered herself up to you first.
But your words got stuck on your throat as her fingers slid inside you, deliberately teasing you with slow and awkward strokes.
“More…” you found yourself begging, forgetting your pride in your desperation for more pleasure.
She merely laughed in your face, as if mocking your poor and aroused state.
You prepared yourself to have her scold you, kick you out, expose you…the number of actual punishments for your sins of lust haunted your mind the more you thought about them.
But she didn’t do any of those things as she pulled away.
You watched Sister Jude move away from you to get something from her closet. You saw her take out a key from somewhere, unlocking a well hidden drawer inside…
As you wondered about what she was doing and what she was trying to get, you watched her pull out a strange object…an object you had never seen before, or expected her to have as realization slowly hit you about what it was;
“Is that…” you started to ask, but your voice died out as your eyes made out a thick and long shape attached to a harness.
Even if you had never used one, as you were not supposed to ever even own such a thing, it didn’t take a genius to realize what the object was.
And much to your sinful shame, your mouth started to water as you watched Sister Jude lift up her own red dress, to tie the harness around her waist-
“You may be naive about how the world works, and you may be a sinner…” Sister Jude purred, adjusting the strap as she turned back to you, “but you are right about one thing…there are a lot of things women can do, too. And there are things I can do much better than any man can.”
You suppressed a gasp by placing a hand over your own mouth once you watched Sister Jude’s fingers run along the length of her…sinful toy.
Her sinful toy that you were sure she wanted to slide inside you.
“I think…a little punishment is in order…to set you straight…” Sister Jude whispered, with a grin on her lips and a glint of lust in her eyes, “don’t you think, girl?”
She closed the distance between you with a few steps as as she hungrily kissed your lips, you could feel the bulge under her dress pressing up against your stomach.
It got you as excited as it made you embarrassed over the fact that you were practically moaning against the older woman’s mouth.
You couldn’t see it, but you could just feel Sister Jude mischievously smile to herself as she claimed your mouth, only to hear your sweet and eager whimpers in response to her touches.
Your body felt light as she turned you around, manhandling you in a way you wanted her to manhandle you.
As you pressed your face against the wall, feeling her hands lift up your nun garb once again to expose your body below your waist, you couldn’t help feeling so…free.
Your body was light, your brain barely functioned as you became lost in the pleasure of feeling Sister Jude’s hands all over you…and that last weak voice in the back of your mind which still tried to reason with you that this was a sin and wrong and forbidden and all those other words that should serve as a warning to not allow you to indulge…simply started to fade away the more she touched you.
Her fingers, at first delicate but now strangely sharp as devil’s claws, carved playful circles on your back…but it didn’t hurt. Instead, it felt like an itch that was finally being scratched after years of repression.
‘This must have been how sweet that first bite from the apple tasted like,’ you thought to yourself, as you felt Sister Jude finally lower your underwear and spread your legs with both her hands.
“S-Sister Jude…” you weakly moaned for her, assuring her of how much you wanted her while simultaneously begging for her to take you.
“No, not Sister Jude…” the older woman chuckled, “you called me Mother Jude before, did you not? I liked that title a lot better. Mother Jude, Monsignor Jude, Pope Jude…”
She became lost in her own ramblings you could only half-hear in your extremely aroused state, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, nothing other than feeling her inside you-
“M-Mother Jude…” you suddenly moaned, desperate to please her.
Whatever it was that she had been rambling on about for the last minute, she had stopped it as soon as she heard those words escape your lips.
You felt her grip on your buttocks tighten as her body stiffened.
And then, you felt her slide her toy inside you.
Rewarding you for using the title on her, as you moaned in pleasure.
“They told me…the devil would be tempting…” you heard her huff between thrusts, as she repeated that one phrase over and over while she fucked you against the wall.
Hips crushing against yours, thrusting into you at changing rhythms.
Faster, slower, deeper-
Everything became a blur of feelings and emotions as she moved inside you.
She made you see stars whenever she hit certain spots…made you clench around her toy, as you moaned her name, and that new title she seemed to love so much…
“Mother Jude! Mother Jude! Monsignor Jude!” the words rolled off your tongue with ease, and she’d thrust into you a little faster and rougher when they did.
She teased you about how easy it was to fuck your wet cunt, using even dirtier words she would certainly punish you for, should you ever use them too in her presence.
Hypocritical moves, teasing you about how much of a whore you were, about how you needed to be punished, when she was the one who was taking so much pleasure in fucking you-
But you didn’t care.
All you cared about was how good she fucked you.
How wonderful she felt, how much she enjoyed hearing you cry out her name when you came, how soon your knees started to tremble and gave in as soon as she slowed down to allow you to ride out your orgasm, how surprisingly gently she held you in her arms so you wouldn’t fall on that dirty ground, soaked in your own fluids and feeling the sweet butterflies inside your stomach when her fingers ran through your hair, like a gentle maiden comforting her lover…
You felt her lips press gently to your forehead, while she held you in her arms.
You sighed, happy, and closed your eyes.
You were so tired, so very tired after that powerful orgasm…
You could only hear her whisper something about how you had dragged her back into sin, a different kind of sin this time…
And you fell asleep, cradled by waves of pleasure still coursing through your body, and her familiar voice which often sounded so dry and harsh but was nothing short of sweet this time.
~.~.~.~
Briarcliff was a scary place.
But luckily for you, you had Sister Jude on your side, always helping you and guiding you…
You had learned your lesson now.
Learned to respect its rules, learned how to adapt to the manor, and its patients, and its staff.
You rarely committed any mistakes ever since that fateful day.
Sure, sometimes you were a little late.
By some strange inexplicable reason, your wrist watch was always late at least by a few minutes, no matter how much you tried to fix it or replace it.
It was simply another event at that strange manor which could not be explained.
But that was alright.
They were minor slip-ups, after all…and not major disturbances. Just a couple of seconds, minutes at best…nothing which would cause you to be severely late. Nothing that could not be fixed, even if it did fall from grace and full perfection.
And…Sister Jude’s clocks also seemed to suffer the same fate, so the two of you were never exactly on time…and that was definitely not a problem when the appointment was regarding private matters between the two of you.
Just the two of you, inside her office or room.
Promising each other it was the last time, but, like a clock which doesn’t quite work perfectly, always slipping up and falling deeper into your sin. Together.