If Evil Why Hot? [Script fill]

Transcript

You're out of time. Are you ready to talk yet? How long are you going to claim that you, one of the closest confidants of the king, lost your memory?

Really? It's the best you can come up with? You always seemed like a smart girl.

Just how did he fool you into buying into that manipulative holier-than-you act? You're so blindly loyal to that asshole. At least I don't pretend to be something I'm not.

I am a lot of things. But at least I'm not a hypocrite. I'm really trying to be patient.

I am. But I'm nearing my limit. And my ambitions will always be my highest priority.

You need to talk. Or I'm going to need to start getting creative. Maybe I've been a little too kind with you these last 24 hours.

I wanted to respect you as a political prisoner. You have this nice room. You have sunlight.

I've even kept you fed. I could have easily just sent you down to the basement and left you there until you gave in. Yes, yes, I had to tie your wrists.

That was your own fault for being so difficult. But I did use the most comfortable material as possible. You could be in a lot more pain.

But I went out of my way to be kind. Let you go? That's not happening.

Whether you talk or you don't, you being here gives us a lot of leverage. Whether you like it or not, prepare to be stuck here for the foreseeable future. Now, no more stalling.

Stop with this ridiculous excuse of losing your memory and tell me what I want to hear. Do you need a little motivation? How pathetic.

Do you somehow think you'd be strong enough to fight me? Fighting's so hard, but you're going nowhere. Can you even move me an inch? Face it, all I need to do is bat you into a wall and you might as well be in a cage.

You might have convinced yourself that you're in control and you're a safe little bubble back home. But out here, in the real world, you don't stand a chance. And I'm not going to take it easy on you anymore.

All that effort for nothing. I love watching you realize exactly how powerless you are. Just a weak, helpless, damsel in distress.

Pinned down by a scary, scary villain. And there's no hero here to swoop in and save you. Such a pretty, delicate neck.

It just makes me want to wrap my hand around it until I cover you in bruises and you struggle to breathe. Do you understand the position that you're in? Look me in the eye, answer my questions, and I'll leave you to spend your time peacefully in this room until you're released.

I said, look up at me. Now. If you don't, I'll make you.

Unlike back at home, you're not in charge here, sweetheart. Strange. You really don't look scared, but your heart is going a mile a minute when you're frozen in place.

I thought you would at least pretend that you're not intimidated by me. Hmm. I think you actually like this.

Well, well, well, this backfired. I meant to scare you into opening your mouth, but I never could have predicted that you would actually get turned on from being choked. You're not? Oh, that's cute.

And why are you squirming so much without actually trying to escape? Why does your heart race when I make you look me in the eye? Are you saying that if I raise your skirt right now, just like this, and slowly move my fingers up your thighs, I won't find your underwear absolutely drenched.

Wow. I knew you'd be wet, but I didn't expect your panties entirely soaked through. And I always thought you were such a stucco prude.

Following your king around with blind loyalty. Who could have guessed that you, of all people, could get so hormonious from this? Just a whiff of dominance, and your body can't help but comply.

You're shaking your head, but you can barely speak without stumbling over your words. Does it distract you when I rub your clit through this wet, flimsy underwear? It's okay, baby girl.

I think I figured you out. I know what you want. You just want a big, strong man to manhandle you in submission, don't you? You're someone who's not afraid to pin you down, slide his fingers down your underwear, and you're a tight, wet pussy.

Girls who get wet from being choked just secretly want someone to put them in their place. No, don't worry, sweetheart. I understand where you're coming from.

You're just afraid of being judged for being a horny, obedient little fucktoy for your worst enemy. Alright? You don't want to admit that you so easily forget where your loyalties lie where your loyalties lie when confronted with someone who treats you like a dumb slut that you are.

That's why you don't want to accept this is what you want. But don't you see? This makes you so much better.

I'm not interested in self-righteous prudes, but a secret slut in denial. I just can't resist the opportunity to keep you all to myself. Doesn't it feel good when all that blood rushes to your head as I squeeze your neck tighter? It's okay, baby girl.

You don't have to be quiet. Let me hear your whimpers. Just let go and accept that underneath it all, you're nothing but a dumb, submissive, little slut.

That's it. Your moans are so pathetic and cute. You're such a good girl.

Now lean over the couch and spread your legs for me. Spread your legs for me. That's where you belong.

Bend over the couch with your face down and your pussy on display. I can't wait anymore. I need to fuck this slutty little cunt.

Oh, good girl. You're taking my cock so well. Arch your back and take me deeper into your pussy.

Oh, is your clit feeling sensitive? You need to start getting used to that feeling because you need to be ready to take my cock whenever and wherever I want. As much as I want.

It turns me on so much to hear you lose control. Get louder and louder. That's right.

Take it. Take my thick cock all the way up your knee, you cunt. You're so fucking desperate for it.

Soon, you won't be able to think about anything else but me and how good I make you feel. I'm going to have so much fun turning you into a mindless, obedient little fuck toy. Maybe I'll even parade you around so Horde gets out and you're now the personal fuckhole to the opposition.

I'll bet that'd be so good for your morale. Oh, fuck. There's no way I can pull out of your tight pussy.

Squeezing down on me like that. There's nothing harder than seeing my cum drip out of a slot that's not in birth control. Mm.

Kind of exciting, right? Like Russian roulette. Oh, wow.

You're really tightening up. Are you really about to cum? You really are nothing but a cum slot that nobody would respect.

Respect. Get this turned on from this. Good fucking girl.

Oh, that's right. Cum on this cock. Cum on my fucking cock.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck. Oh, you're squeezing me so fucking tight. Oh, my God.

You feel so fucking good when you cum on my cock. Oh, fuck. Mm, good girl.

Oh, you can still talk. I guess you're not done yet. Oh, I'm sorry.

It's too late now. We're not gonna be done until you're slurring all your words and slobbering on the floor. Oh, you're taking in three fingers so fucking easily now.

Good girl. Let out those whimpers. The shove might come even deeper into your abuse, cunt.

I know you're overwhelmed, baby girl. It's okay. It's okay.

You're doing so good. Just let it out. It's hard.

That's exactly what a dumbass slob like you needs. Don't get used to it. It won't be so long before you become a mindless toy.

You can't stop begging for it. That's it. Good fucking girl.

I want to see you cum with my fingers deep in your cunt. It's so fucking hot, so you turn to such a whimpering little whore. Mm, yeah.

That's it. That's it. Let yourself go.

Let go and let your mind melt. All right, out of your pussy. You're so close, aren't you? You're doing so good.

Just cum one more time. I'm gonna let you rest. That's it.

That's it. That's a good girl. Let's ride it out.

Oh, fuck. You're cumming so hard on my fingers. You look so fucking sexy.

You're blowing out pupils. Another single fucking thought in your brain. I can't believe that a stubborn woman who refused to talk could get so easily broken by this.

Maybe you really did lose your memories after all. I'm glad you did.