Chapter 42
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He got up jerkily. You're right, you can not, I'm wrong, you seem to have arranged your fate. " The words echoed inside Sam's heart.
Once again, Sam doubted. Fate? She felt torn. She thought of the humiliation and pain she had suffered here. Almost she could taste the freedom on her lips. Sam stepped in front of the mirror and put on new lip gloss.
She turned to Brutus and looked at him coldly. "Show time"
The walk to Lapuente's office seemed much longer to Sam than during her first visit. When they finally reached the ornate double door, Brutus opened a wing. The two looked at each other silently. Sam entered the lion's den by himself.
Lapuente stood in front of the table with the polished crystal carafes and filled golden whiskey into two glasses. He pointed to Li with a glass in his hand. She was sitting naked on the floor, her arms around her knees, rocking back and forth. A meager pile of misery.
Sam stared at Lapuente. She could not stand the sight of the disturbed Li.
"That's what she's been doing since she arrived here." Lapuente grumbled, like an offended child. Disapproval was in his voice.
Sam took a glass from his hand. "Do not worry, it will be perfect."
Lapuente toasted her doubtfully. "Well then."
Sam rushed down the whiskey and looked around. The hard-working Lapuente had already put his camera on a tripod. In the middle of the room lay a big, white bearskin. When Lapuente saw what Sam was looking at, he hurried over to the coat. With quick movements he wiped his hands through the air and leaned down to the fur.
"Here, here you should take off each other and lick you." His long horse face beamed with joyful anticipation. "Then you pin her and if she does not join, you can beat her as well, but be careful, keep her conscious." He reached for something on his desk. "Here, you brought me to a brilliant idea." He held the rubber truncheon to Sam's nose.
Lapuente chuckled shrilly. "Fuck her with it, or even better ..." beaming he looked at the black rubber. "... push yourself the other end in. I'll come to that and you can take turns sucking me before I ram my cock in the ass."
Sam looked at him with wide eyes. "So what sells?"
Lapuente conspiratorially lowered his voice. "Well, until then that's just normal hardcore porn, but then ..." Lapuente hurried through his office again.
Sam felt as if his feet were not touching the ground at all. He stopped in front of the large window behind his desk and waved Sam impatiently.
Sam stepped to his side and looked into the yard. Two of the heavy prison dogs, probably Mastinos, Sam could not make out in the dark, sneaked across the yard.
Lapuente winked conspiratorially at Sam. She saw the madness in his eyes. Again his shrill giggles. "... and then, let's go to the dogs."
Sam looked at him in disgust. "The dogs?" God, did he speak of sodomy here?
Lapuente rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Not what you think, but snuff movies make me a millionaire."
Sam looked at him blankly. What the hell were snuff movies?
Lapuente grabbed his oily hair. It stood like thick antennae wildly from his head. He no longer looked like the slick prison director. Here he showed his true face. The man was completely crazy. She barely ventured to breathe in his haze. Sam was afraid of getting infected by inhaling his heated madness.
"God, you're stupid, movies where the women are actually killed, the dog thing I dreamed of someday, I'm going to get the movie out of my hands." Ecstatically he looked down at the dogs, which were to be used so soon.
Sam's thoughts skipped. He did not tell her that and then let her out the door. It should also be food for the dogs. Sam peered at Lapuentes desk. Glossy, the letter opener lay on the polished wood. Sam's eyes flickered to Li. She still rocked back and forth on the floor.
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He got up jerkily. You're right, you can not, I'm wrong, you seem to have arranged your fate. " The words echoed inside Sam's heart.
Once again, Sam doubted. Fate? She felt torn. She thought of the humiliation and pain she had suffered here. Almost she could taste the freedom on her lips. Sam stepped in front of the mirror and put on new lip gloss.
She turned to Brutus and looked at him coldly. "Show time"
The walk to Lapuente's office seemed much longer to Sam than during her first visit. When they finally reached the ornate double door, Brutus opened a wing. The two looked at each other silently. Sam entered the lion's den by himself.
Lapuente stood in front of the table with the polished crystal carafes and filled golden whiskey into two glasses. He pointed to Li with a glass in his hand. She was sitting naked on the floor, her arms around her knees, rocking back and forth. A meager pile of misery.
Sam stared at Lapuente. She could not stand the sight of the disturbed Li.
"That's what she's been doing since she arrived here." Lapuente grumbled, like an offended child. Disapproval was in his voice.
Sam took a glass from his hand. "Do not worry, it will be perfect."
Lapuente toasted her doubtfully. "Well then."
Sam rushed down the whiskey and looked around. The hard-working Lapuente had already put his camera on a tripod. In the middle of the room lay a big, white bearskin. When Lapuente saw what Sam was looking at, he hurried over to the coat. With quick movements he wiped his hands through the air and leaned down to the fur.
"Here, here you should take off each other and lick you." His long horse face beamed with joyful anticipation. "Then you pin her and if she does not join, you can beat her as well, but be careful, keep her conscious." He reached for something on his desk. "Here, you brought me to a brilliant idea." He held the rubber truncheon to Sam's nose.
Lapuente chuckled shrilly. "Fuck her with it, or even better ..." beaming he looked at the black rubber. "... push yourself the other end in. I'll come to that and you can take turns sucking me before I ram my cock in the ass."
Sam looked at him with wide eyes. "So what sells?"
Lapuente conspiratorially lowered his voice. "Well, until then that's just normal hardcore porn, but then ..." Lapuente hurried through his office again.
Sam felt as if his feet were not touching the ground at all. He stopped in front of the large window behind his desk and waved Sam impatiently.
Sam stepped to his side and looked into the yard. Two of the heavy prison dogs, probably Mastinos, Sam could not make out in the dark, sneaked across the yard.
Lapuente winked conspiratorially at Sam. She saw the madness in his eyes. Again his shrill giggles. "... and then, let's go to the dogs."
Sam looked at him in disgust. "The dogs?" God, did he speak of sodomy here?
Lapuente rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Not what you think, but snuff movies make me a millionaire."
Sam looked at him blankly. What the hell were snuff movies?
Lapuente grabbed his oily hair. It stood like thick antennae wildly from his head. He no longer looked like the slick prison director. Here he showed his true face. The man was completely crazy. She barely ventured to breathe in his haze. Sam was afraid of getting infected by inhaling his heated madness.
"God, you're stupid, movies where the women are actually killed, the dog thing I dreamed of someday, I'm going to get the movie out of my hands." Ecstatically he looked down at the dogs, which were to be used so soon.
Sam's thoughts skipped. He did not tell her that and then let her out the door. It should also be food for the dogs. Sam peered at Lapuentes desk. Glossy, the letter opener lay on the polished wood. Sam's eyes flickered to Li. She still rocked back and forth on the floor.
He got up jerkily. You're right, you can not, I'm wrong, you seem to have arranged your fate. " The words echoed inside Sam's heart.Once again, Sam doubted. Fate? She felt torn. She thought of the humiliation and pain she had suffered here. Almost she could taste the freedom on her lips. Sam stepped in front of the mirror and put on new lip gloss.She turned to Brutus and looked at him coldly. "Show time"The walk to Lapuente's office seemed much longer to Sam than during her first visit. When they finally reached the ornate double door, Brutus opened a wing. The two looked at each other silently. Sam entered the lion's den by himself.Lapuente stood in front of the table with the polished crystal carafes and filled golden whiskey into two glasses. He pointed to Li with a glass in his hand. She was sitting naked on the floor, her arms around her knees, rocking back and forth. A meager pile of misery.Sam stared at Lapuente. She could not stand the sight of the disturbed Li."That's what she's been doing since she arrived here." Lapuente grumbled, like an offended child. Disapproval was in his voice.Sam took a glass from his hand. "Do not worry, it will be perfect."Lapuente toasted her doubtfully. "Well then."Sam rushed down the whiskey and looked around. The hard-working Lapuente had already put his camera on a tripod. In the middle of the room lay a big, white bearskin. When Lapuente saw what Sam was looking at, he hurried over to the coat. With quick movements he wiped his hands through the air and leaned down to the fur."Here, here you should take off each other and lick you." His long horse face beamed with joyful anticipation. "Then you pin her and if she does not join, you can beat her as well, but be careful, keep her conscious." He reached for something on his desk. "Here, you brought me to a brilliant idea." He held the rubber truncheon to Sam's nose.Lapuente chuckled shrilly. "Fuck her with it, or even better ..." beaming he looked at the black rubber. "... push yourself the other end in. I'll come to that and you can take turns sucking me before I ram my cock in the ass."Sam looked at him with wide eyes. "So what sells?"Lapuente conspiratorially lowered his voice. "Well, until then that's just normal hardcore porn, but then ..." Lapuente hurried through his office again.Sam felt as if his feet were not touching the ground at all. He stopped in front of the large window behind his desk and waved Sam impatiently.Sam stepped to his side and looked into the yard. Two of the heavy prison dogs, probably Mastinos, Sam could not make out in the dark, sneaked across the yard.Lapuente winked conspiratorially at Sam. She saw the madness in his eyes. Again his shrill giggles. "... and then, let's go to the dogs."Sam looked at him in disgust. "The dogs?" God, did he speak of sodomy here?Lapuente rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Not what you think, but snuff movies make me a millionaire."Sam looked at him blankly. What the hell were snuff movies?Lapuente grabbed his oily hair. It stood like thick antennae wildly from his head. He no longer looked like the slick prison director. Here he showed his true face. The man was completely crazy. She barely ventured to breathe in his haze. Sam was afraid of getting infected by inhaling his heated madness."God, you're stupid, movies where the women are actually killed, the dog thing I dreamed of someday, I'm going to get the movie out of my hands." Ecstatically he looked down at the dogs, which were to be used so soon.Sam's thoughts skipped. He did not tell her that and then let her out the door. It should also be food for the dogs. Sam peered at Lapuentes desk. Glossy, the letter opener lay on the polished wood. Sam's eyes flickered to Li. She still rocked back and forth on the floor.
