All language subtitles for La Femme ob-jet xxx

Thank you.

How can I start an extraordinary story
like this one?

Up to now, my mind has conceived the
most fantastic situations one can

But this time, I don't have to dream up
anything.

It's really happening to me.

You. Thank you.

I'm 32 years old and what you might call
a normal man.

Well, almost.

I have a tremendous sex drive.

Just wonderful.

That's just what I was going to say.

And you haven't seen anything yet.

When I was 14 years old, we had to
change the maid every three days.

They didn't have enough time to do the
work, or enough strength.

Easy there.

Just be patient.

I've done a lot of traveling, and I've
explored just about every part of the

world.

No matter where I went, my appetite
exhausted them. Then one day, I was

enough to meet Sabine.

At long last, I had met the ideal woman.

The one I had searched for for so long.

She accepted all my whims.

And all my friends, even the far -out
ones.

Oh, Sabine.

Two men at once, please.

Yes, sir.

Say, listen.

Yes?

That way.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Come dear, I have to make a telephone
call.

I can't do that. Okay.

Yeah, maybe

In time, as the saying goes, a woman can
change her mind.

Sabine, my beautiful Sabine, was
starting to get fed up with my enormous

appetite.

She wasn't the same woman.

She wasn't ready and eager anymore.

Can't you even leave me alone for five
minutes?

You're going to kill me.

Oh, you're beautiful.

This is all you can think of.

What about the dishes?

It's just not possible.

Aren't you ever going to stop?

Well, aren't you?

I was a lost man with no ideas and no
projects.

With only one thought, how to get her
back.

Perhaps with tenderness.

Yes, that's the point I'd come to.

Shall I be gentle with her?

That's it, I'll be gentle.

As gentle as a lamb.

Sabine?

Sabine!

Don't be childish now.

Open the door.

Come on, open the door.

Sabine, look, I won't touch you, I
swear.

Come on, let me in.

I was at a loss.

Completely at a loss.

I spent all my time looking for a girl.

Then suddenly...

An idea.

Mixing business with pleasure.

I decided to hire myself a secretary.

I interviewed quite a few girls before
choosing Lucille. She seemed to have all

the qualifications and qualities
required.

Oh, if you carry on this way, I won't
finish chapter six tonight.

No. Oh, no, not now.

Oh, yes.

No. Oh, no.

Yes. Oh, listen.

What about chapter six?

Fram's Interim Employment Agency.

At your service, 24 hours a day.

At last, an advertisement that told the
truth.

I can't say how much I appreciated it.

Lucille was towing the mark.

She went along with everything.

Well, don't stop because of me.

Don't worry. She doesn't mind.

I hope your tool is insured.

My tool didn't need insurance.

Lucille kept it beating. I experienced
the same pleasures with her as I did

Sabine at the beginning of our affair.

That was great. Good work.

I could see that Lucille was very
frustrated sexually before she met me.

She can only make love once a day.

One time a day.

I have to make love one time every hour.

on it. Come on.

Oh, that's it.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Chapter 5.

The City of Witches.

It was the end of the world.

With only a few survivors.

Witches, that is.

At least a new kind of witch.

Worked by remote control.

Robots programmed for pleasure.

Pleasure was the only refuge for the
survivors.

They really used it.

And even abused it.

They pretended they were the last of a
dying race.

But... Who were the only ones to
survive?

Regulated robots.

The Tower of Lamsac was glowing with a
completely darkened sky.

But how much longer could that lone star
glow?

I can't ride anymore.

Yes, you can. I've got to be dictated.
How much longer?

How much longer?

Yes.

All right?

I can't. I can't.

It's not easy.

You're trying.

I beg you.

Come on, wake up.

She was sleeping.

She slept while I was raring to go.

Oh, well, they're all the same.

Frail and weak.

Lucille?

Lucille? Where are you?

Lucille?

Goodbye, I want to go on living at least
a few more months Lucille Get lost dumb

bitch

I had sunk to the bottom.

No secretary and no mistress.

I didn't feel like working at all.

I needed some kind of sex god to give me
a helping hand.

If ever I needed help, it was now.

A young film director named Byron wanted
to shoot a film based on one of my

books, The Mad Planet.

It wasn't all that interesting, but on
the other hand, his collaborator looked

very interesting.

agree with my adaptation or not?

Oh, yeah.

Just perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

I was sure of it.

I'll leave you now.

I have an appointment with the producer.

Volker will show you the set designs.

See you later.

Here you are. This is the capital of the
planet Omega.

You see?

Here.

This is the rocket launching pad.

It's directed towards the setting.

It's the island of the leopard woman.

You see, I respect... Hey, just a
second.

What are you doing?

Come on now.

You can't do that.

Olga never came back after that.

She sent all her set designs by mail.

I began to stare at the postman.

That'll give you an idea of how
frustrated I'd become.

And then, all of a sudden...

An idea.

The idea of all time, Sutton.

The hero of my first novel was
constructing a robot for himself, an

servant. Why not me?

It was obvious that someone like me
would put the robot to a very special

The main problem was to start working on
it.

It was long, very long, and difficult.

Very difficult.

After long months of solitude, many
experiments and disappointments, at last

reached my goal.

Science fiction was going to turn into
real science.

My problems were over.

The female object.

My female object.

How can I explain the pleasure in my
discovery?

I decided to call her Kim after an old
movie heartthrob of mine.

God created woman.

I created Kim.

We were even.

Not having known Eve...

I couldn't compare her with Kim.

Eve bit into the apple.

But I had a lot more in mind for Kim.

Suddenly, there was a doubt.

Had I programmed her correctly?

Then there was no doubt.

She was programmed just right.

One thing was sure she was better than
an inflatable doll I Decided

to let her get acquainted with all her
private parts

Perfect. She was absolutely perfect. And
more than that, she was gifted beyond

anything I'd ever experienced.

Thanks to Kim, I found my will to work
again.

I started preparing Byron's film.

Every now and then I'd take a break,
though.

Kim was always ready to please.

And I was always ready to play with my
new toy.

I wonder if Dr.

Frankenstein had the same kind of
relationship with his creature.

I felt the need to carry on even
further.

The idea came to me to test the
reactions of an outsider.

I saw the opportunity when Byron, my
young film director, came by to tell me

about a scenario that was to surprise
me.

I didn't know which one of us was to be
surprised the most.

The rocket fades, and in the distance,
the planet explodes.

Well?

Well, what?

Does the new ending meet with your
approval or not?

Oh, yes.

Well, it's fine.

What do you think of that?

You're very charming, but... Listen.

Well... I'd really like to, but I... No.

No, not that. No.

Well,

you're quite a hunk.

Yeah. She's a real gem, isn't she?

I felt certain that Byron had no idea
that he was having sex with a robot.

That's only normal.

She was more feminine than any woman I'd
ever met.

My compliments.

Thanks to Kim's dictarity, Byron asked
me to write his next film.

He insisted that Kim play the principal
role.

Of course, I went along with it.

Kim, an actress, why not?

And an actress who can't talk is a dream
for any lazy dialogist.

Up to now, everything was going well.

Very well.

In fact, too well.

Charming young lady, but she's very
quiet.

I know what you mean.

She doesn't talk much.

A deaf mute, hmm?

No, she only speaks Norwegian.

She's Norwegian.

I see.

I want to take a few of my things.

I'll leave room for your little
Norwegian.

Although, her wardrobe seems limited.

You needn't bother.

I know the way.

You don't have to worry.

It's all finished with us.

Come now, try to act nice.

Let me finish.

What are you doing?

Leave us alone.

You're not wanted here. But I was
only... Go on. Leave me. This is the

time I've enjoyed myself in this damned
house.

Go play with your thing in the garden.

For

the

first time, she disobeyed me.

Maybe it was time for her to have a
checkup.

The same as a car after 5 ,000 miles.

Big Malian must have had the same
problems that I'm having.

But mine had no end in sight.

They were just beginning.

Here's the mail.

I was just... I was bringing you the...

What

is this? What are you doing?

What do you want?

No, no, no. It's just that... These
letters, I...

No, I only brought the mail.

What is this? No, stop. No, stop. You...
You can't...

Stop it now.

Are you crazy?

What could I do?

Destroy my creation?

I could easily do it, but I just
couldn't resolve myself to.

Thank you.

Dirty bitch.

I'd merely found perfection.

The next time I'll find it.

Real perfection.

This time, I was truly happy and fully
reassured.

Thank you.

And then, all hell broke loose.

Yeah.

Well, my good man, what have they done
to us?

What have they done to me?

And what will become of me?

I had no will of my own anymore.

I accepted every one of their whims.

A male object.

I had become a male object.

A robot.