All language subtitles for Doriana Grey 1976 Online Gratis - Peliculas Erotica

For as long as I can remember, I've been
living in this chateau where everything

seems as though it had never been
touched by the outside world.

In the early mornings when I go for
walks in the park after long, lonely,

dreamless nights, I hear no human
voices, only the laughter of the

mockingbird.

What does this sinister laugh remind me
of?

A human being whose life is so closely
linked to mine.

My spitting image.

Who has been locked away in some distant
asylum under medical surveillance since

her birth?

The shadow.

I am equally unable to rid myself as my
own.

The longing that has taken hold of me
since I know of this girl's existence,

who outwardly bears a perfect
resemblance to me, constantly draws me

to the seashore.

For hours on end, I gaze at the still
water in which I expect to see reflected

the decline of my beauty.

As destiny has condemned me to idleness,
waiting has become my sole occupation.

An eternal to and fro between lethal
boredom and wild desire, which I will

never be able to explain.

I'm not scared of the mirror, which
might reveal my captivating beauty to be

changing.

I am only afraid of...

This girl who seems untouched by the
outside world.

Sister love, Doriana, go to sleep.

Little Doriana, when you're grown,
you'll be like Venus.

Your breasts will glisten like pearls.

On your cool marble skin.

When you're grown you will glide down
the wide sweeping staircase.

But you won't be a bride.

You'll be an old maid.

An old maid.

gorgeous, horny bird of paradise with
your beautiful, long, colorful,

streaming feathers.

So, did we sleep well last night?

How are you doing?

Awful. How do you expect me to sleep
when I long to lie in your arms?

That will pass.

Never.

No, stay here. I beg you to stay.

Back in the egg on.

My magazine's editorial department had
sent me abroad once again in search of

extraordinary women who live
extraordinary lives.

The wildest rumors about a certain Lady
Doriana Gray had spread all the way to

New York.

It was easy to find the magnificent
family estate the spoiled millionaires

lived on in complete seclusion.

People are more than eager to tell a
foreign journalist all they know.

hoping to find their names mentioned in
an international tabloid.

And in this case, they hope to see a
secret unveiled.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Is anyone home?

Good morning.

Excuse me for intruding like this.

But the doors were open.

No worries. That's fine.

I'm an editor from Women of Today
magazine. I assume you've heard of it.

I don't read magazines.

We're dedicated to the women's
liberation movement.

May I ask you a few questions?

What kind of questions?

Our readers want to know who you are,
why you, a millionaire, live alone as a

recluse from the outside world. That is
of no one's concern.

It is of ours. Because you are an
emancipated woman.

And because our readers know that you
prefer lesbian love.

And that you have succeeded in barring
male influence from your life.

Also, the rumors about your mystery are
of great interest.

Your life is set to be linked to a great
secret.

Apparently there exists a woman who has
a striking resemblance to you and who is

even more than you, secluded from the
rest of the world.

Yes, but how is it anybody is interested
in her?

Is your magazine intent on her story or
mine?

I want to challenge the assumptions of
the tabloid.

To do so, I need facts.

Rumor has it that she is a twin sister
of yours and that you keep her locked

away against her will because you cannot
bear the thought of there being another

person who looks like you.

whose beauty, however, could be less
fragile than yours. Nothing but fairy

tales. Okay, but tell me, is this girl
in the clinic of the mysterious Dr.

Orloff your sister? Is he insane?

Is he an infomaniac?

Your questions touch on personal
secrets, which have cast a shadow on my

life since birth and become my fate.

Couldn't you be convinced to answer them
for me?

If you decided to stay for a few days,
maybe.

You'd be my guest.

Gladly. Come along.

Lady Grey, permit me a question.

How old are you?

I'm endowed with an unlimited lust for
pleasure, which is the secret to eternal

youth. You radiate the charm of youth
and the melancholy of experience.

Most admirable.

Maybe. In this book, you will find the
detailed history of my ancestors.

In each generation, you will discover
the name Doriana.

There were always daughters in your
family?

Yes. So your name is a tradition.

For centuries, it was the name for a
common spirit blended into one being.

Excuse me, I'm feeling very tired
suddenly. Do I talk too much? You're

used to being alone.

I don't live alone.

I live with my servant, Zeroth.

But the love of a man has no appeal for
me.

I know only the bodily desire for women.

And you, Gabian?

Yes, always.

after having finally discovered the true
nature of my sensuality.

The last time, I don't remember when, it
was a primitive girl. It had been

raining for days, and after the storm
had torn me from my shallow sleep every

night. I fled from the chateau and
rented a suite in a hotel.

It was midnight.

A gust of wind had blown open the
windows.

I lay awake when suddenly I heard a
knock at my door.

Somebody had obviously come to the wrong
room.

What is it? I'm sorry.

But I somehow had to approach you, and I
thought I might be successful at this

hour. May I come in? The door is open.

I hope you don't feel I'm intruding. No,
please, have a seat.

That's very kind of you.

And what can I do for you? You see, I'm
an artist.

Have been for seven years.

And I've tried out almost everything.

I was in heaps of porno flicks and
performed in nude shows with live

banging, you know?

The window, excuse me.

Yeah, and loads of photos.

Hardcore, all different positions and
whatnot.

I really didn't leave anything untried,
as they say.

You've picked the wrong person.

I don't do photos.

Obviously, that's not what I was
thinking of.

A lady who's as smart as you are and
owns a huge publishing house for erotic

memoirs isn't going to indulge in
tiddlywinks.

You have a reputation to lose, Madame
Lolita.

Tell me, have we ever met before?

No, not until right now. But you're an
ambitious bird, and so am I.

Oh, yeah?

And I figure you could do something for
me.

And what would that be? Do you write
erotic memoirs?

Oh, come on, you've got to be kidding.

No, I was thinking of a management
position. But if I go to see the head of

a publishing house, he'll want to nail
me, and that makes me sick. But since

you're a lesbian, and I'm a lesbian
too... We might have a deal. I'll do

whatever you want, if you'll excuse my
French. All right.

I'll put your abilities to the test
right now.

Will you really do whatever I want?

Yes, of course.

Come along, then.

Stay where you are, by the curtain, so I
can judge your figure.

Come closer.

That's enough.

It's okay.

Not that bad at all.

Now get that dreadful dress off. Come
on.

Not bad.

You may come to me now.

You want me to light you up like a
match?

You want me to heat your skillet?

It's wonderful to stroke your skin.

And now I'm going to show you how horny
I can make you.

Yes.

Yes.

You have the greatest tits I've ever
touched.

They're like marble.

Do you feel me?

I'm going to make you come.

The next morning, a huge scandal erupted
at the hotel. I was about to go see her

to give her a check and to explain to
her that she had gotten the wrong room

number and that I wasn't Madame Lolita.

When I heard that she had been found in
the elevator, dead.

No indication of a violent crime, no
signs of physical abuse.

I left the hotel immediately.

In all her crudity, she was still
something of an artist. She had the

ability to serve.

Do you think she killed herself?

No, but that didn't interest me either
way.

It was over, no?

Zeros is a fabulous cook.

Did you enjoy your food?

It wasn't until I started eating that I
realized how hungry I was.

Thank you.

Excuse me, may I have a glass of water?

Zeros cannot answer you. He's dumb.

He can't speak?

He was a singer in a country where they
cut out your tongue and mock you in

prison. No.

If your songs are poetry, call for
freedom.

But you wanted to find out something
about my twin sister.

At birth, we were brutally separated.

Through an operation.

Unfortunately, some of our nerve fiber
was damaged.

In my case, all my sexual sensitivity
was completely destroyed.

My sister lost her mind.

Do you understand now why I live in such
a... total seclusion.

Yes, to an extent.

Thank you, Xerox.

You're the first person I've ever
confided in.

Tell me, why is it you chose to be a
journalist?

Because it allows me to meet

people like you.

People like me.

I want to be alone for an hour.

I'll be in the park.

Doriana is...

Zero, my dear one, you must help me.

I feel the evil rising in me again.

My cravings get stronger the more I give
in to them.

They're consuming me.

My new force.

Your breasts will glisten like pearls on
your cool marble white skin.

Veiled in your blue gowns, you'll come
gliding down the sweeping

staircase.

But you won't be a bride, you'll be an
old maid,

an old maid.

Sister love.

Yes?

Is somebody there?

No?

but they cannot grasp the stars.

When you're grown, you'll play ball with
my breasts.

Your cushions rub against your gowns.
Take them off and

welcome desire.

Veroz, you old slut!

Ah, the sun is bright and shining, and I
came here as quickly as I could.

Finally, we'll be able to make love in
the morning.

At first, I didn't understand your
civility to Lady Doriana.

A weird relationship you guys have.

As though you had a mutual skeleton in
your closet.

Is that all you have to offer the love
of your life, lighting games?

I suppose romance doesn't do it for you
any longer, huh?

You just fiddle around with your
electronic contraptions.

Next, you're gonna end up in the nut
house.

You are, you old fool.

Take them off and well...

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Zeros. But I think the
real question is, what are you doing

here? I came to visit your servant, your
friends.

There's nothing to be said against that,
is there? No, of course not.

It's okay.

I found you very attractive.

I'm sorry.

I'm not into women.

Pity.

Come here, nurse.

Whom do you want us to help? Are you not
feeling well?

You were screaming so loud.

She came in and we did it right here.

Whom do you mean?

The gorgeous blonde who'll let anybody
bang her.

My dear child.

She won't be doing it anymore.

She bit her to death.

Just a moment.

You get some rest now.

A massive attack.

One ampule valuable.

help you.

Just relax.

You look sad, Doriana. Can I do anything
for you?

Hardly.

You're probably confusing sadness with
boredom. Surely you don't know the

tedium which befalls those who have
everything.

It's dreadful. The only thing I think
about is whether life has wilder

pleasures to offer than those I already
know.

Have you ever considered that there
might be something that can't be had for

money?

That shouldn't be overrated.

If you had ever known love, you wouldn't
see it that way.

I've known love in every shape and form,
but I will always be owed the one thing

which I cannot reach.

I hinted at the calamity at my birth.

That will have to suffice.

I don't believe that you have no hope of
finding happiness.

I refuse to accept that.

Oh?

And you hold the recipe?

You read too many books.

Yeah. They tell one that love has
nothing to do with bodily satisfaction.

But again and again I find that to be a
cruel lie.

But love should come naturally to you.
You enchant everyone with your beauty.

What good does that do me? The poor
little thing in the clinic who's lost

her mind is better off than I am.

Why should fulfillment not be possible
for you?

I seek in vain the bodily fulfillment I
will never be able to

achieve. And what makes it worse is that
I am fully aware of the fact. No, I am

certain that she is happier than I am.
When was the last time you saw her?

The last time?

I never see her.

Don't you want to see her or speak to
her?

Maybe this is what you're missing.

Maybe it would make you happy.

Why should it make me happy to meet
someone who bears me a perfect likeness

and yet has no similarity with me
whatsoever?

You don't wish to meet her because you
are afraid that her beauty could be less

transitory than yours.

I can tell.

You consider yourself a real
intellectual.

Maybe. I'm not afraid of the passage of
time. Not even of that.

Now you'll say any woman is afraid her
beauty might be spoiled.

You're not any woman. That much I now
know. And I know that you're right, that

I should go see her.

And I shall go.

Even if it means a sacrifice?

No matter. I must finally learn to face
myself.

Huh?

Doriana, I knew you would come.

All right.

Hello?

Oh my god.

I'll show you something nice.

Come. Come on.

Oh, come

on. I need some.

Hey, I've been practicing.

I'm hot.

Let's get it on.

I'm going to mount you.

I knew you'd come around.

Oh, I want to get under that dress.

Oh, wow.

Oh, come here, you bird of paradise.

Thank you.

That's nice of you.

You can rest assured I won't tell
anyone.

keep quiet.

No matter what you do with me, I'll keep
so quiet.

Good thing you're here, Lady Grey. We're
concerned about her.

Milady, you have a visitor.

Yes. At last she's here. It's so good
that she's here now.

You shouldn't have waited so long. It's
nearly too late, Doriana.

Please leave us alone now.

Call me if you need any help.

Doriana, where were you? Were you...
Years and years I've been hoping you

would finally come and look yourself in
the face so you'd understand that we are

inseparable. Because the pleasures your
loins seek in vain, I invariably feel in

mine. The lethal agony your victims
experience is my sensual climax.

I knew that.

And that's why you decided to come see
me, to inflict vengeance and agony on

me. Today, through you, I'll experience
the desire, the joy, the mortal pain.

So you know what will happen.

I do.

And I've been waiting for it. I shall be
destroyed.

This picture of blossoming youth will
crumble your mirror image.

There is nothing I can do to prevent you
from doing it. It is the destiny of all

beauty to be destroyed. And you will
finally see me fulfilled with love and

desire. I thank you.

Now I want to make love to you.

You're a wonderful person.

Come here.

I'm melting with desire.

Look down on me.

I think she may have passed out.

She's suffered a lot lately.

She isn't unconscious.

She's dead.

Can you feel me?