Of Gods & Monsters

[M4F] Of Gods & Monsters

NOTE: Generally, this script is meant to start off a bit slower, and then suddenly quicken pace, but if you don’t want to do that, you really don’t have to. Do take liberties with this script; I don’t mind.

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I didn’t believe it at first; that some little girl, who had just become legal, could be my downfall. That a mortal, a human, could take my mind off the disorder that, I find, is so fun to cause.

When Fontus spat her divination out of fury at me killing her human lover – which I don’t understand; he is only going to be reincarnated – I laughed in her face.

But now . . . *Now* . . . I’m not so sure . . .

I saw you that day, that fateful day, when you helped Sol on the outskirts of your little village. He was riding with a couple of epigraphers and looters when their car [in feigned innocence] – rather mysteriously – broke down. He was looking for something that had been stolen from him, very recently at that time.

He wasn’t expecting anyone to pass by, but there you were . . . Wandering the woods with a bow and arrow in hand.

I wasn’t there, but . . . I was watching.

Ah, ah, ah. (grip throat) Don’t struggle, little girl. Although, even if you do, you won’t be able to escape me.

(chuckle) Oh? And what will you do with that knife in the pocket of your shorts? Cut me? Stab me? You can not kill a god, my dear!

Oh, there you go again. Yes, struggle. Even now, you’re a fighter.

Oh? [mocking] (tighten grip on throat) I’m sorry. I did not know you had the lungs for that. Look at that. Can you sing as well?

My, my, you are talented.

I know that this will be hard for you to understand, but no one is going to come save you.

What was that? Oh, you can’t breathe. [condescending] Is that why you’re clawing at my hand? Ah, well. See, dear, if you can still talk, you can still fucking breathe. It only makes it worse when you wrestle against my hold. But don’t mind me; you won’t have any energy left before I start with you.

That’s it. Calm down –

(grunt)

(pause) I see you did not believe my earlier statement.

RUSTLE OF CLOTHES

[calmly, almost at a whisper] Do you see that? My skin knitting itself back together, right where you stabbed me in the shoulder.

I can see by the expression of panic on your face that you are finally beginning to comprehend.

CLINKING OF THE KNIFE BEING THROWN TO THE GROUND

(holding her by her hair, grabbing her throat) [rough] Maybe you don’t like my chest against your back. Maybe you’ll like it better if I’m up close and personal.

[curiously] What? No scream this time?

(rhetorical pause for answer) Good.

Now . . . How should I begin?

Oh, don’t tell me you are just going to let me do what I want with you?

What do I want from you?

[closer, quietly] You. I want you, sweetheart. Is that too hard to understand? That I want you, and I can’t help it. [growling] That I almost can’t control my desire to turn you right the fuck around and take you whether you want me to or not.

Does that make everything a little bit better? Knowing someone so far out of your league has been *watching* you. Every time you undressed to step into the shower, whenever you had the urge to look into those little videos so many girls like you enjoy so much. Whenever you’d stick your hands between your legs because you couldn’t help but rub that little sensitive fucking clit of yours. I know how excited you are right now.

Your heart pounding against your rib cage, adrenaline racing through your blood. My, my, your skin is burning hot! Your lips are parted. Are my hands too cold? Does that feel good? Or is it because you’re trying to get as much air through as you can?

I don’t think the answer is number one or number three.

Clearly, I know that the other half of your bed has been rather cold since I’ve seen you, but . . . [curiously] Has any man ever wrapped his hand around your throat? Ever slapped you around a little bit? Roughed you up? No? Mm. I thought so. You don’t look like the type to ask for rough treatment, although we both know how much you wouldn’t mind.

Which *would* you prefer, little girl? How about I . . . tie up your wrists – to the headboard or otherwise – and keep it nice and simple? Missionary? Doggy-style? Do you want me between your thighs or would you prefer to be on top? Or are you just going to pretend you’re coy and make me take it from you? The way you’re panting, the desperation of hopelessness in your eyes, begging me, grasping my hand in your hair, I wouldn’t think you’d want me to force you because you need to know:

[gritted] I‘m going to get what I want and if you don’t give it to me, woman, I’m going to *take it from you* –

(hiss, loosen grip) Did you just bite me?

RESOUNDING SLAP

(pause, deep sigh, release her) I see.

DESPERATELY CLICKING LOCK AND TURNING THE DOORKNOB

You want it rough then.

FOOTSTEPS

(grab her, toss her onto the mattress)

STRUGGLING ON THE BED

And where is it you think you’re going? (pulling her back onto the mattress) You haven’t received your treat yet, little girl. Let me just get your shorts and your panties off. I must say, I think it’s a jot bizarre you wear no shirt, no bra and only little short shorts on top of underwear and a pair of thigh high stockings. In fact, I think I’ll keep those on.

(pause)

(growl)
And *what* is this?

[breathy] Oh my goodness. You *are* a little slut.

(laugh uncontrollably) My, my, my! [condescending] Little thing! Innocent? Oh-ho, no! I think not! I knew you loved this, but I guess I just didn’t know *how damn much*! I’ve only just started. (grunting in between to keep her from struggling) You don’t know how fucking hot that is.

(smack her ass several times)

[amused, enamored] Oh-ho! Your screams of frustration, your whimpers, your yelps! My fucking . . . Mm. You are something else.

(smack her ass again)

Mm. You have a nice pair of breasts, slut, but oh my is this ass to die for. (whispering) I wonder how many men would die to have you.

Don’t try to slap my hands away, girl. You know you like that. A lot.

Oh, look how you’re just flooding. Your pussy is glistening and the insides of your thighs are drenched in the juices sliding down them – you don’t know what you want.

You are one fucked up whore, aren’t you?

I wonder: where did this desire come from? When did you yourself discover that you liked to be overpowered by someone hundreds of thousands of times stronger than you? It’s been for a long time, hasn’t it? When you were younger, and you discovered the internet’s darkest corners? How old were you?

[stern] Answer me, slut.

You don’t know? [mocking] You don’t remember? (growling) Well then, maybe we should strike that memory.

(smack her ass repeatedly until she answers)

Thirteen? My, my, how *young*! So you’ve been waiting for something like this to happen for years then. So that’s what this is.

(hum lowly)

Years of pent up need, desire. Never had the right person to pin you down and take from you what they would. Never had the chance to beg anyone to fuck you – aggressively. Never been fucked raw.

It was always those boys; ones who were as submissive as you pretended you weren’t.

This needy, dripping pussy never got what it really needed. Not a single big cock to stretch you until it *burned*. And then more.

(withdraw)

But fret not, slut. (take off belt) I’m going to give you what you’ve *always* wanted.

Ah, (grab her hair, kneel behind her on the mattress) and there you go again, trying to escape an inevitable fate. Where will you go anyhow? To mommy and daddy? To Big Brother Ren? Don’t you see the way that boy looks at you? If you came to him like this, he’d be able to smell the lust *leaking* out of your damn pussy. He’d fuck you too. He’d *rape* you.

They can’t help you. No one can help you. It’s broad fucking daylight outside and nobody has come knocking on your apartment door to see why you’re screaming. Your neighbours are here; they may very well be able to hear you, but they’re not coming down to do anything about it. They all think you’re a whore, don’t they?

You can run. Oh, can you run. But you. cannot. hide.

You’re just going to have to take what I give you.

(growling) Even the surface of your cunt is hot and damp. Are you even trying to hide it?

[amused] You don’t want it? (chuckle) You don’t want it. [matter-of-factly] You don’t want me to fuck the living daylights out of you. You don’t want to cum all over my shaft. You don’t want to take my dick.

Well, you know what they say: “Little whores lie but their cunts don’t.”

Does that feel good, whore? Your pussy’s trembling as I run my dick through your lips. Your entire body jumps whenever the head of it rubs your swollen little clit.

Look how hard your nipples are. I only need one hand to help stimulate your pussy with the shaft of my cock and another to reach around you and fondle your breasts. You could cum from just that, couldn’t you?

Let me just . . . (groan) slap your clit gently, gently. Mm, yes. Yes, what was that, little girl? Was that a moan? No?

[through gritted teeth] Well, let me make you scream, then. Let me make you fucking scream.

That’s it. That’s it. Such a horny little slut. My goodness, you’re so damn aroused. Evidently, you’re going to be a lot more fun than I would’ve ever thought.

(pause, deep exhale)

[calmly] Y’know, I was going to fuck you whether you wanted it or not, but now . . . No, I think this is *so much better*.

(slowly sliding the head in, moaning) [breathless] Oh, fuck. You gasp at just the tip, little girl. What if I just . . . pull out and push in a little bit? Dear, dear, dear, you are pulsing, and only just around the tip.

It has been a long moment, hasn’t it, since you last gave this little thing up?

You are wet, but your cunt is incredibly tight.

(moaning)

There. There, there, there. Into the hilt of your pussy. [mocking] Oh, is it too deep? Too thick? Am I too much for you? (pinching her nipples) I adore the way you tighten even more when I do that.

No, no. Just stay right there. (deep breaths) I’m not even moving, and here you are just writhing and bucking and squirming against me. The walls of your pussy are quivering!

(just fucking lose it)

Fuck!

[breathless] Do you know who my parents are? The one you know as Cupid – the God of Lust and Sex and Attraction – and my mother – Goddess of Chaos. No wonder I am the way I am, right?

Who could resist that?

Little history lesson. They fucking *abhorred* each other – she who wished bedlam and mayhem, to cause wars and mischief; he wanted to help humans inhabit the land, and help them along with his twin sister, Vesta, with their little lack of . . . fertilisation, if you will.

Guess I take after my mother.

(pause, panting)

It hasn’t been unknown for gods to mate with mortals, making demigods, y’know. You have the hips for it – by the heavens do your hips flare – would you like that? Do you want me to give you a physical trophy for this memorable encounter?

[mocking] (repeating after her) No? Please don’t, *Mister*? Mm, then, if you don’t want it. Beg me.

Please? Please put a baby in you, or please don’t impregnate you? Be specific; speak up, whore!

You did just turn eighteen, you’re right. If I ever plan to do that to you, I want to at least have a little bit of fun with you first.

No. You’re right; you don’t want that.

Anyhow . . . I suppose that they – my parents – are where the idea of a hate fuck came from.

And look how I turned out.

Not entirely sane.

(hard, deep thrusts)

How are you so damn wet? (groan) How are you so damn *tight*? Oh, I can guarantee you won’t be so taut after I’m finished with you, sweet girl.

You’re already going to cum? Mhm! Well, you were wet before I even started; I shouldn’t be surprised that you have to orgasm over my dick already. If I even do so much as graze your clit, you’ll fucking spasm out of control, won’t you?

(growling) [roughly] Oh, no you don’t. Not yet. Not yet. Not fucking yet.

If you cum right now – don’t you dare touch that fucking clit! – if you cum on my cock, you’re going to ache in places other than just your pussy.

What did I just say? Here. Let me help you out! Let me pin your hands over your head!

Ah, there we go. Isn’t that better?

Don’t say it’s too much! It’s not too much! You can take it, slut! You can take it! You can take *all* of it!

Mm, girl? What’s that?

[mocking]

You *have* to cum?

You can’t hold it?

No? It hurts?

(slowing the pace) Oh, that doesn’t help? It just makes it worse?

No, you’re not going to fucking cum. Not until I tell you.

(repeatedly telling her ‘no’ as she begs to cum)

Are you crying, whore? Does it feel so good that it hurts? Oh, look at you; nodding and trembling, tears streaming down your face. You can’t even hold yourself up, your arms are shaking so much. If it weren’t for me keeping your thighs apart, your ass up, you would’ve caved in a *long* time ago. Look at the arch in your back. You are a fucking treat.

Take it.

(DIRECTION: Improvise for half a minute, more or less. Probably more. She’s already begging in distress, you need to make her wait for it.)

[close to ear] Now, little girl, if when I say it – I said when I fucking say so – you cum, and I do not follow, you are in for a *world* of pain. I’m so close. Even a smart whore like you can do this. Even you can do this. Do we have an understanding?

Oh, how desperate.

(breathing quickly, release her wrists, leaning over her) Since you can’t control yourself, cum. You better make me go too; you better make me go. (rubbing her clit) [in her ear] Cum, whore, cum.

Fuck, sweet thing, fuck yes.

(wing an orgasm, calm down)

[breathless] (panting throughout) Let me just . . . recover . . . Fuck . . . You passed out for a second there. My, I’m guessing you must’ve never reached your sweet high that hard before. Listen to you, mewling like a kitten in the aftermath of your *first rough fucking*.  You won’t even let me go, little girl, (groaning) aw. You’re even tighter than you were before. Damn.

(huff)

Nevermind on what I said before. You’re too much for anyone else; too good to give up.

[rough] You’re mine now. The moment you so much as clenched at the thought of me doing exactly as I said I would, you admitted it to yourself.

You have been all along.

Yes.

I’m going to keep you.

I’m going to mark you.

Yes, mark you. I sink my teeth – which admittedly are sharper than most other Gods and Goddesses – into your skin, wherever I very well please.

Don’t I think that’s a little savage? Well, yes, thank you. I do.

(DIRECTIONS: improvise a bite. I’d suggest not hissing. He isn’t a vampire; he’s a god.)

Well, yes. It’s supposed to hurt. What? Did you think it was gonna fucking tickle?

We’ll answer your questions later *of gods and monsters*, one at a time. I can see you’re exhausted after what I’ve put you through, so . . . just go to sleep.