All language subtitles for Penelope Ep 1 - Penny Pax - MissaX

Hi, I'm Penny Pax from MissX .com and
I'm going to give you all my love.

Penelope, I have a 3 o 'clock
appointment with Dr. Alphonse.

Nice to meet you. You can call me Alex.

Thank you.

Come in my office.

Would you like some water, coffee, tea?

Oh.

Uh, tea.

Tea would be nice.

It's nice that you work from home.

Honestly, I really don't need to be
here.

Just an hour long chat.

It will go by fast.

Your boss seems to care about you a
great deal.

He seems to be a very influential man.

Usually in a case like this, we'd be
having our meeting in the institution.

But Mr. Hawking must have been pulling
some strings.

He doesn't want me locked away.

Have you ever tried to take your life
before?

Well, you must have been very upset
about something.

Listen, I'll put in my time here, but...

I don't want to talk about that.

Penelope, we need to start from the
beginning.

Something easier for you to talk about.

But I need you to understand that you
need to cooperate if you won't live in

your apartment and not at the rose and
doll institution.

Can we start at the beginning?

What was your family life like?

I guess you want to know how I got this
screwed up.

I want to know about your father and
your mother.

I was adopted when I was seven.

I don't really remember my real parents,
but my adoptive parents were great.

Perfect.

Actually, almost a little too perfect.

I guess you could say I thought they
were boring and kind of how I started

acting out for excitement.

I'll write about the fire.

Yes. Well, that was several years later.

And I didn't mean for it to get so out
of hand.

But you see, when they would punish me,
my adoptive parents would send me to

Catholic boarding school.

The truth was, I loved it.

The nuns were super strict, and I loved
those girls like they were my sisters.

I was homeschooled.

so I didn't really have a chance to make
any friends anywhere else.

It was kind of like a little vacation
every time I got to go.

I stopped getting into trouble after
that, but I still got into trouble from

time to time.

In fact, my senior year, I was nearly
expelled for an incident with Father

Armand.

Please continue.

Therapy can be difficult, Miss Pack.

If it's not difficult, it's not therapy.

I want to help you get well.

Please lay back on the sofa and look at
the ceiling and try to remember Father

Armand.

rather embarrassing, but I'm sure you
could understand that, well,

I wasn't allowed to talk to boys.

I wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend.

I dreamt of flirting with a boy and, you
know, kissing, dancing,

doing all those things that girls way
younger than me had already experienced.

I dreamt of dirtier things also.

Father Armand gave the most passionate
sermons I'd ever experienced.

He'd stand there at the altar and people
would just be in awe of his passion.

He always spoke of devotion to God,
demonstrating restraint

and remorse and penance for God's
forgiveness.

I'd sit in the front and try to inch up
my skirt to show him my garter.

Father Armand was the most handsome man
I'd ever seen.

Strong blue eyes, dark hair.

Oh, gosh.

I wanted to fuck him, but it was deeper
than that.

I wanted to win his soul from God, and I
devised a plan so that I could take

him.

You think I'm terrible, don't you?

Huh?

Do you think it was so terrible of me to
seduce a priest?

Um, it's common for teenagers to act
out.

I know it was terrible.

It was evil.

I pretended that I was the devil
herself, and I made it my mission.

Long story short, I cornered him and
tripped away at his face.

With every inch that I showed him, he
fell deeper and deeper.

Eventually, I just climbed right into
his lap.

I took it out, and we fucked right there
in his presbytery.

Staring deep into his blue eyes the
whole time.

He took me so deep, and I begged him to
come deep inside me.

I think I just had my father going to
pick me.

What death?

I did the same thing with another man.

Taking him when I knew it was wrong.

I must like the challenge.

That's why I'm so twisted, isn't it?

I've been in the business long enough,
Penelope, to know you're not twisted.

I can't quite make a diagnosis yet, but
I just think you're lost.

Lost.

Yeah.

You can find your way back, but it's
good for you to reflect.

Think about Father Armand and that other
man.

And find a common thread.

Yeah.

Well, the other man was different.

I was in love with him.

Tell me more.

I don't know if we have time.

It's quite a long story.

Is this the man who put you in the
institution three years ago?

Is that my file?

Do you have my life file right there?

Those are not about your life. Written
by doctors, you don't always know the

entire story.

But I don't want you to worry about...
Give it to me. I want to read it.

Let me have it, please.

Please. Please.

I'm sorry.

I want to see what's written and what
you're writing in it.

Penelope, I want you to lay down and
please relax.

How can I relax when you're just sitting
there writing?

I mean, I thought you said that what I
said to you would be private.

I'm writing notes for me to review.

They don't go in your file.

I can't give you my word.

Isn't that illegal or something, anyway?

To have, like, personal information for
doctors to be passing around?

It's common procedure.

Especially if somebody has been arrested
or is disinitialized and... I'm not a

criminal.

I'm done.

We are done here.

Well... I'm going to have to call the
judge and tell him you didn't complete

therapy.

I'm sorry, Miss Beck. I know you're
upset.

But you have the freedom to sleep in
your own bed, walk around the city.

Others before you have been locked in
palliative rooms.

Are you threatening me?

Penny, of course not.

Please lay down. Let's talk about
Jonathan.

Is he the young man you were in love
with?

He was 18.

Doctor, not that it wasn't consensual.

Please, Penny, there's no judgments
here. I just want to know how you got

involved with him.

Well, he had to lie to his wife, the
cops.

I didn't try to kill him.

Well, I was naked because we were making
love.

And he wanted to save his marriage.

He's a liar.

You know, it wasn't me.

He's absolutely ruined my life. And, you
know, he makes me

crazy. I know it's hard.

I want to know how you met him.

Nothing will go in your file. You have
my word.

I was married to his father.

At first, the flirtations were so
subtle.

I'd feel him looking at me.

When he'd hug me, his hand would drop
lower and lower

down the small of my back until
eventually he'd be touching my ass for

a moment.

I think the older he got, the more
upfront he was with his quotations.

I didn't respond to his advances, but...

I did like how beautiful it made me
feel.

There was something in his eyes that
reminded me of Father Armand.

And I knew I wanted him back then, just
as much as I wanted Father Armand.

Eventually, he went off to college, and
I found myself sad and depressed,

wanting him even more.

I'd lay in bed next to my husband.

Masturbating. Thinking about him.

Thinking about what we could have been.

Until one day he came home from a break
with a petite brunette and a goldie hawn

smile.

Not to mention a fat rock on her finger.

He was engaged and...

I felt a fire burn deep inside me.

But I knew I was going to win him.

Please, continue.

I had his father tell his girlfriend to
sleep in the guest room.

And I waited in my bed for my husband to
fall asleep.

Once I heard him start to snore, I
lifted his heavy arm off me.

and tipped out upstairs to Jonathan's
room.

I want you.

I know you want me too, baby.

Tell Mommy that you need her.

Tell Mommy that you need her in your
life.

I know that's what every baby boy needs.

Look at there, Mommy.

And I'm here for you, baby.

Mommy's here to take care of you and
give you just what you need.

Oh.

I can tell where you need mommy's
attention.

Right here.

My sweet boy.

Your penis has been coming all along.

Now I know you have, but... I love you,
girl, but...

I think I can show you a way to pleasure
that maybe you've

never quite seen before.

Hmm?

You trust me, right, baby?

That's right.

Just lay back.

I don't want me to call the work.

Okay?

It feels so hard.

You got from thinking about mommy.

You're all packed in.

Now let mommy help you go to sleep.

Mommy knows exactly what this kind of
member requires.

Are you going to be a good boy for
Mommy?

Will you let me please you?

I know a woman like me.

We know exactly what men want.

There's no way a young girl like that
has the knowledge or experience that

I do.

The stiffness feels so nice in my mouth.

You like that, don't you, baby?

I know you do.

I can tell.

Your cock just keeps getting harder and
harder.

There's no way to fix that with mommy.

like mommy's mouth.

I can see your cock starting to trip
already.

You've never been pleased quite like
this before, have you?

Thank you.

You happy, honey?

I always

notice you staring at

them.

I've been wearing low -cut blouses since
I was little.

Look how good of a mommy I am.

We'll do just about anything for you,
honey.

Mm -hmm.

What do you think, honey?

Wouldn't you have loved to nurse on me?

Big, lush, and...

It looks so nice on your cock.

I'm gonna have to drain every

last drop out of you, honey.

I know that's what you need.

That's my good boy.

Oh, I

want you so much, baby.

Do you want mommy?

Do you want mommy?

You always wonder when you're going to
have mommy on top of you.

Mine is kind of just your cock the way
it's meant to be.

I looked deep into his eyes, and I knew
that he would be mine forever.

It sounds like you were in love with
him.

Was this the only time you were intimate
together?

No. Not at all.

Can you tell me where you tried to kill
him?

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