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I dedicate this work only to you.

Feed yourselves with your principles,

they will help you in your pleasures,

that do not pass by means

used by nature to facilitate to man

the understanding of the intentions

that it itself has to its respect.

And so, only exploring the universe of tastes and fantasies,

sacrificing everything to voluptuousness.

The unhappy creature known by the name of...

and shot against his will in this sad universe,

can plant some roses

on the thorns of his own life.

Everything ready?

Excellent, my love, excellent.

Look, she's going to be under your care.

She treats you very well to use this time.

Wonderfully well because I want her ready as a match.

I took care of all the details.

A kiss on your ass, my love.

Dojman Sedinirvili, 26 years old, aristocratic family.

owner of great properties in the south of the nation,

sponsorships with some of the country's most eminent personalities,

a radical innovator who delivers adventures and pleasures

with dukes, maids, bankers and actresses,

merchants and scientists, without distinction or prejudice,

green eyes, medium stature

and attractive enough body to seduce its victims.

And above all,

When will the girl arrive?

Who should be anxious is me, my brother.

I know, Juliet.

I know.

But she should have arrived by now.

I've been waiting for this meeting for days.

I don't think about anything else.

But I don't care either.

That excites me.

And at least relieve this damn boredom.

And what boredom?

And your friend?

Domon C?

He did. Did he accept your invitation after all?

He should be arriving soon.

Oh, my brother, I don't even know how to thank you.

Juliette, you know I hate thanks.

Nothing for free.

Or you think I don't have my interests in this story either.

Sometimes I cost less than a fucking roadside bitch.

For a fucking roadside bitch you are well preserved.

After all, there is nothing more exciting than having a girl with shy eyes and a different body.

Besides, Domoncet is a very pleasant man.

So, how does this Domoncet say the bad words that he prefers men?

He undoubtedly usually satisfies his instincts with a penis.

Preferably big and thick.

So he shouldn't have let you escape.

Juliet, you know very well that this is not my weak point.

But I can't deny that a handsome man, intelligent, can seduce me too.

Like Domoncet, for example?

Like Domoncet, for example.

We had a hot night last night.

And then?

Me, him, Max Milian.

And one of his girls, Claudette, Camille, anything like that.

And then, how was it?

Ah, Juliet.

He, without a doubt, does justice to his fame.

One of the greatest libertines of the empire.

And of an endless imagination.

You never get tired.

God wants them to arrive soon.

But Juliet, what would we do with the girl's parents?

What do you mean?

Especially when it comes to Mrs. de Mistival.

They say she is unable to say a single word without asking permission from the Bible first.

She will never allow her daughter to stay two days away from home and alone.

My brother, sometimes you underestimate me.

Her father and I are also good free men.

We've already taken part in some of the greatest feasts ever made in this court.

We're also good friends.

Actually what, Juliette?

He himself helped me with the preparations

and asked me to finish educating the girl

and give her back to his arms.

Eugenie de Mistival, 16 years old.

Virgin, round and curious eyes.

Perfect volume breasts and tits, white nipples and delicious.

And a naive look at a criminal potential.

Daughter of a renowned burguer,

under the appearance of a potential libertine.

I was already worried about your delay.

Me too.

But it wasn't easy to be free from my mother.

She resisted while she could.

By authorizing me to leave, my father didn't either.

I seemed to be very in favor.

How could I not be?

In addition to libertine, it's a first-rate cynic.

Nothing. Nothing, Eugenie.

Come, sit here with me.

You shouldn't be alone at night.

It's getting late and a girl...

Do you understand, Juliet?

Of course.

These curious eyes of yours make you even more beautiful.

And they will be very well rewarded

in this short time we will have here.

I couldn't stop thinking about

All that you promised to teach me about the secrets of love.

I didn't see the time to leave that horrible convent.

What convent?

That's where we met.

Who is he, Juliet?

Oh, my love, I'm sorry.

I was so happy with your arrival

that I forgot to tell you about the presence of a friend of my brother.

So let's go to formalities.

This is...

Dolmonse de Nerville.

At your disposal.

If Juliet allows it, of course.

We want to have sex, at least have sex with him.

I'm so embarrassed that I don't even know if I can do it.

I thought it was a meeting just the two of us.

Do you understand, don't you?

Of course. But Domon, you're a great person.

I can guarantee you that he is the most adequate man to train and lead you

in the paths of happiness and pleasures.

Besides, he is an extremely discreet cynic.

A rare thing among today's men.

I think this whole situation is so...

Maybe the right word is...

I know him as much as you do.

Yeah, maybe that's it.

Have you ever watched a mass?

In my opinion, this is a much more...

...constrating situation.

Oh my God, I just want to know what you and Juliet are doing.

That's great, Juliette. She's even more innocent than I imagined.

Usually, girl, what you don't see is much more important than what you see.

Like the two sides of a coin.

On one side, we have the value.

On the other, an image.

Or anything decorative.

The good reputation is just one more detail of our...

You seem to have only one of Montse's sides.

With you, Juliette, I'm just using my more valuable side.

She's still ashamed.

No, no, that's not it.

Do you know what's the way to overcome this feeling so useless?

I don't know.

Showing your...

I always thought you were too heavy.

In bodies like yours.

Juliette, I think we better stop with this joke now.

I'm not feeling well.

I know, I know.

You don't have to worry, Jenny.

Domon is a very experienced man.

He will make you feel more comfortable

than you've ever been with all these clothes.

Fire, Jenny.

And you still think you should be covered?

You're a bitch.

Your power is almost ridiculous.

I knew it.

We need to be very careful.

Are you feeling my chest in your legs, girl?

Do you think he has to be careful?

Or is it that your body doesn't want to feel my dick

penetrating you everywhere?

Don't be silly, Jenny.

In that convent you'll be a little faster.

Domon is a very experienced man.

He'll make you feel more comfortable.

What a beautiful ass, Jenny.

Why did you do that?

I don't know. It was instinctive.

Well, I'll show you what your instinct is.

Your instinct!

None of that, Domon C.

I know your preferences well.

And a good trip

never starts with orgasm.

I agree.

So let's all be a little more...

at ease.

Why don't we

have a little fun with Juliet's stories?

That's right.

So Miss Jenny can be more relaxed.

Some summers ago,

in a distant tropical republic,

a society of crime friends was formed.

This secret society promoted then

one of the biggest parties that has ever heard of in the civilized world.

Overcoming impoverishment and devastation,

any other event already held in European soil.

To emerge, some of the greatest libertines of the time were invited in that country.

In a center of luxury and power, impressive.

Model aliciators were specially hired and traveled the country and brought 20 boys and 20 girls, all beautiful, between 13 and 15 years, between 1.75 and 1.90 in height, to serve in the most diverse forms of perversion.

At a certain moment of the party, a high member of the government, known for his crimes against the Fisco,

called a servile of monstrously large syphilis penis,

that penetrated three girls, tearing them all apart.

While watching the size of the show,

a congressman saw parts of the body of his enemy

And a famous evangelical leader of the media was masturbated by two boys.

And he laughs and laughs and laughs.

The next morning, some fat and fattish women without teeth

shit and shit on some of the most famous men who were there.

Judges with Miami palaces, murderers, pedophiles, corrupt deputies,

The children's presenters...

They proved the limits of men,

and they masturbated while that shitty and filthy gauze

was accumulating in their bellies.

Beautiful days!

No man ever saw the size and strength of nature!

So much was the blood and sperm that flowed through those bodies and eyes.

An instant of glory and ecstasy,

Rarely seen in any moment of history.

What a fantastic story, Juliet.

My sister has much more than you can imagine.

And like this one, I can tell you a million other stories, Eugenie.

But a story like this would never be possible.

All this was you who invented, wasn't it?

And what difference does that make?

And you're not living a fantastic story either, Eugenie.

And you, from Montse, I bet you have a thousand stories to tell us.

So many, Eugenie.

The most varied.

But in the end, they are the same and unique story.

And why?

We are born and die for sex.

What runs in our veins is the blood of ancestors that they killed to survive.

And what interests me, Eugenie, are your breasts,

your beautiful nipples,

and everything I can do with you.

And from Juliet I can have a body full of fire and experience.

And from you, Domonchi, what can we expect?

The complicity for any pleasure.

Oh, Eugenie, if by chance you feel pain, don't worry.

It is just one more detail of our staging.

The only possible and true contract between men.

This story is making me so excited.

Enough of philosophy, Domonci.

How about we go over the secrets of masturbation?

That's perfect.

Demi de Mistival enjoys the privileges of the small and great pleasures of her class.

Her family from the high bourgeoisie is one of the most respected of the nation of society.

Since the birth of her daughter, the Genie de Mistival, she has dedicated herself to the mere education of the girl.

In the first place, she taught her daughter to obey God, according to the family tradition.

In addition, she guided her through the paths of honesty, respect, work and virtue.

And through her dedication and care, Madame de Mistival seeks to make her daughter an exemplary woman for living in society.

Now I understand a little more the reason for your fame, Domance.

You have a million different faces, and none of them seem true.

You are the freedom of a good libertine, Eugenie.

And you, my dear friend?

How many days and nights of your life would you not change for this last half hour here, Eugenie?

That's just the beginning.

When I think of the things my mother told me,

all those conversations, every lie of hers.

What hypocrisy.

She made me lose a lot of time.

She didn't deserve to be your mother, that bitch.

By the way, all mothers are bitches.

They should all die of atrocities.

You scare me twice.

I've already met a lot of cows like your mother, Eugenie.

What an idiotic woman.

They love the Almighty Lord.

They love the money of the good husband.

I should be one of those women.

And there they are, praying instead of masturbating.

But my eyes are attentive, girl.

And I saw that the only God that exists is sex.

And your mother who made you believe all those lies,

do you think she deserves to live, O'Gini?

Do you think she deserves the least respect

if she did not respect your deepest instincts?

She deserves your hatred, O'Gini.

Come, Eugenie, above all.

And she believes in the Almighty Lord.

Come, Eugenie, come with Tom-Tom, my dear.

Come, my little flower.

Pain for pleasure is only a matter of time, Eugenie.

Damn you!

Are you not hearing the cries of your servant, sir?

The poor thing is crying so much.

For God's sake, don't protect your little daughter, you delicious ass!

I want to be punished!

I want to be punished, son of a bitch!

Here it is, your wine, madam.

I love your faithful and dedicated way, my dear Gustavo.

Oh, madam!

Every woman should have a son like you, my good old dog.

What diabolical god gave you this sublime ugliness?

And what other reason would there be, madam, for me to be your favorite?

I love it! I love coming to this house!

The blood is dry!

Stabbed on the carpets!

Move so that new witches happen!

And so...

Come back to the house and so I can clean the furniture of the people.

I never thought these things were impossible.

The convent.

I locked myself in the room many times and kept imagining things.

That I thought only existed in my delusions and here I am seeing that my imagination was too short.

Imagination can always be real, Eugenie.

I, for example, before you arrived I was imagining how it would be to kiss your breasts.

And now?

What would it be of me without you, Juliet?

Thank you.

Don't thank me, Eugenie.

You've already paid me twice as much for everything I could have done for you.

Take a seat.

Where did you walk?

You're disappointing me, Eugenie.

What do you mean? What did I do?

I think I'm being one of your best students.

As you can see.

You're right.

And what do you think of that?

I don't know.

What do you feel when you see this scene?

You and your little games from Montse.

I don't know. Maybe a little.

I knew.

Knew what?

You had a lot of ciumes.

And if it were true, what would be the problem?

The real libertine.

The one who can't be dominated by anything.

Besides your instincts.

This libertine never falls in love.

But what if the passion is part of me, if I feel the passion inside of me,

if libertine has to give up his instincts?

Why can't I give up what I feel for Juliet, for example?

I understand your doubts.

They are the enchantments of romance.

What cynicism, no?

The passion enganics us and snubs us from its lies, and we are sucked to the end.

I've never had problems with that.

I've always seen men and women in my life as good objects of pleasure.

But I've had some poor friends who let themselves be carried away by the impulse of love and were destroyed.

Or they became conservative idiots.

Or frustrated bosses.

No love resists more than a minute of reflection.

I can't understand you yet, Domonce.

It's very simple.

Here's Juliet.

Oh, Juliet.

The object of your love.

Juliet, a great bitch.

A married woman, unfaithful to her own shadow.

You shouldn't say something like that about me, Domonce.

A corrupt, tasty-meat cow.

It is the object of your love.

I'm starting to understand.

Don't worry, Eugeni.

As long as the love is open with the slightest reflection,

the tension only tends to increase with the lack of love.

Wait, wait, wait.

What happened?

Eugeni disappeared, Jean-Pierre.

I can't find her anywhere. I called the convent and they said she wasn't there.

Calm down, woman. She went to a friend of mine's house.

What? She's just a girl.

I know. Look, this friend of mine proposed to be our daughter's tutor.

I'm her mother. She's my daughter, Jean-Pierre.

You couldn't have done that without telling me. I'm going there.

Look, look, you're not well, you're not well, okay?

When you feel better, you call me, okay?

Bye, love. Bye, a kiss, bye, bye.

I offer you great ideas so that you can reflect.

Even though not all of them please, at least some will stay in your minds

and I will have contributed to the progress of humanity.

And so I will be happy.

We need a cult and a new cult made for the republican character.

All religions have always served as a basis for nepotism, in all times and in all peoples.

Therefore, we must edit the largest number of works, such as the female ones, and encourage the writers to God.

They can free us from our childish ghosts and propose a new truth for society.

In fact, there are very few actions that can be considered criminal in a society that rises above the truth.

We are all born free and available to fulfill all our desires in the world.

I ask you, can it be fair a law that orders those who have nothing, who respects those who have everything?

Why should the miserable obey a law that only benefits the one who has it all?

The sodomy was one of the most commendable practices of some of the greatest heroes in history.

Let's listen to Geronimo, the peripatetic.

The love between the boys spread throughout Greece because it gave strength and courage to the armies.

The Republic should listen to the laws of nature,

where destruction is part of a process of renewal and rebirth.

In many societies, murder was a ritualistic way

of re-encountering forces and affirming power.

All the great empires, without exception,

based their power on murder.

And the great empire that surrounds us today,

Despite being camouflaged, I based your power on the murders, Omede.

Hello Jean-Pierre.

My wife's cow is coming over.

Your wife is coming over?

I don't know how I can handle this bitch.

But I wanted to see myself free from her.

And you can help me.

I understand exactly what you want.

Yeah, my flower.

I miss this delicious cookie.

Look, if she disappears, I'm not going to cry, you see?

Bye, my flower.

Any problem, André?

No, I... I was thinking and...

I was already at a party with Eugenie's mother.

The severe and religious Mrs. de Mistival.

She is an extremely hard woman.

And at the party everyone referred to her as an example of retinue.

And she was proud to say to the four winds that she taught the girl everything that a good mother should teach for a virtuous education.

If she knew the talent that the girl has developed here.

Imagine how badly this woman caused this poor girl, for the rest of her life.

Virtuous people.

The way of rule is addicted to pride and vanity much more than a quality of soul.

Respect, honesty, fear of God and all that talk about the past.

All of this makes me very bored, André.

But I think this mother-in-law needs to learn some good lessons.

The girl already said that she must be coming.

But what can we do with her?

My imagination can't even get close to yours.

It will be a fun night.

I can assure you of that.

As long as she doesn't show up,

I'm glad we could...

take advantage of it.

I've decided to pick her up. It's late.

She's too young. She shouldn't be alone.

But I'm sure my daughter would never enter a place like this.

I'm sorry, but this is very delicate on your part.

Who heard what you just said could think that your daughter is not in good company.

But that's exactly what I meant to say, Jenny, my daughter.

Hello mom.

But what did you do to my daughter? What did they do to you?

Come on, dress up, dress up, let's go immediately.

I don't know if she's your close friend, Juliette, but if I were you, I'd put this woman out of here.

I don't know how you can admit a man like him in your house.

A man with this kind of habit.

Mr. Dolmon, you are a brilliant man!

These people are crazy! Let's go!

But the girl just got here, ma'am.

She still has a lot to learn.

Let's go from here, Eugenie!

Juliette is right, mom.

I have to stay a little longer.

So you mean that these few hours here have left you just like them?

If you want, I can provide the whip to teach your uneducated daughter.

Great idea, Domonti. Augustin, the whip.

I just think that a mother could not treat her own daughter like that.

You deserve these whips much more than the girl.

I gave birth to my daughter. Let's go!

I agree with you, Juliet.

How dare you!

What right do you have to do this?

She's my daughter, she's going to obey me!

Just because you gave her that dirty brush,

and fucking enjoyed your husband,

if your husband's and your husband's debauchery gave her life,

that's enough.

You have no other right over her,

besides forcing the poor thing to live in this shitty world!

Damn it!

That's why, old cow, think before you use that dirty hand again!

Oh, my God. Look at me, Eugenie. Look at me.

Come back with me. This place is dangerous. Let's go.

Bravo! What a scene, my lady. You won't cry, Eugenie.

Look, mom. There's my blouse. Right in the height of your mouth.

Why don't you suck it?

Monster! Monster! I don't want you anymore as a daughter.

What an uncontrolled woman.

I think a mother so religious could never deny her own daughter.

She denies her own nature, Dumonce. What do you think?

I think she deserves a good punishment.

What kind of old bitch?

But what is that on her back, Juliet?

I forgot to tell you, Dumonce.

The bitch got a lot from her husband until yesterday.

She still carries Chico's marks.

How do you know that, Juliette?

My close friend's father, Eugenio.

I can't believe it.

He himself authorized me to do what we think is best for you.

My God, Eugenio.

For the love of God, let's go.

It's enough that I had to come here.

I won't stay in this place for another minute.

Oh, mom, you're very nervous.

Lick my shoes.

Come on, bitch! Lick!

That's it.

Who would have thought?

The respectable, the polite,

the lady from Misty Vars,

licking the shoes of a libertine like me.

Now lick the dirtiest legs in France,

my knees, my pussy!

Trying to run away is a cow.

What do you think, Geni?

Do you think she deserves to suffer more?

What a beautiful, miserable age.

This fucking old woman has one of the best asses I've ever experienced in recent times.

I can't imagine a fucking whore like you.

How could I forget that?

So you're the kind of stupid woman that still has it.

Enough! You're completely crazy! Enough!

Your mother believes so much in God, so what?

So what? She's here now, completely abandoned by him.

Stop it!

I didn't know, Nica!

Who can believe in the tears of a woman like you?

Shut up, bitch!

Or do you want to die?

It's not enough for everything you're doing!

Why, my God? Why?

And why not?

Look, Mrs. Monsignor, the bitch wants to have fun.

Oh, what a pleasure.

What a pleasure to know that your God

protects you as much as your name is in here.

Nature is cruel or fair.

Enough! Enough!

Now I just want to have fun in the ass

of this daughter of God.

To religion, to Notre-Dame Salon, war of shit, war against God.

libertinism, the most important of your lessons.

And think, does man cost anything to nature?

And supposing it could cost, it would cost more than a monkey, an elephant.

And I say more, what are the raw materials of nature?

of what is composed of the beings that are born,

if not of the matter of what has already been destroyed before.

If all individuals were eternal,

it would not be impossible for nature to create new beings.

It is the means that nature gives us

to know the only principle that truly rules us.

But destruction is its second fundamental principle.

And if we want to be natural,

Nothing more coherent than to destroy what we don't like.

So think, O' Genie, a volcano.

A volcano is not good or bad in itself,

but only to the eyes of the most vulgar men.

And all around you is simply fulfilling your vocation.

So go, O' Genie, go and discover once and for all

the volcano that inhabits your soul.

And learn, at last, that libertinism is the only way to know the true essence of life.

I always wanted to kiss you in the mouth, mother.

You should be ashamed to be alive.

I was ashamed to be alive.

To live hidden from me, to be like a plant.

Not today.

You completely lost your senses.

What dangerous paths this Do-Man-Se and this cursed Juliet have shown you.

When are you going to stop this madness, Eugenie? When?

How many steps are left to the abyss, mother?

While I can't see the precipice at my feet, I don't rest.

How can you forget everything I taught you?

A minimum of honor, of self-love. You have to remember that. You have to remember that.

Every time I remember, I feel like throwing up.

All those words. What a lie. What hypocrisy.

You made me lose a lot of time.

But in heaven, sanctified be your name.

Come to us, your kingdom.

Your kingdom.

May your will be done.

Your will be done.

So on earth as in heaven.

Our daily bread gives us today.

Forgive our offenses.

As we forgive those who have offended us.

Do not let us fall into temptation.

But deliver us from evil.

I have a dagger.

You can not do this to me.

I'm your mother, Eugenie! I'm your mother!

This is the best reason to do anything!

This is what I can call self-willedness.

must be very busy

enjoying your

of the being hand

but she still has a problem

it seems to me an

excellent libertina

give in more to passions