ELISA, SCARLET, SAMANTHA, MEA, DAHLIA, HELLSTE, AMARENA, FUEGO

THE LOSER'S GAME
(ITALIAN SPEAKING)
ENG: This night couldn’t have been more fun! Our favorite toy, kneeling in front of us like the loser he is, with a dildo in his mouth, ready to be humiliated. We played a game trying to throw rings around that ridiculous thing, just like at a carnival, laughing at every missed shot. And every time we missed? It was the perfect excuse to push it even deeper, like planting an umbrella in the sand.

But we didn’t stop there. The spit was endless, covering his face and f...

ELISA, SCARLET, SAMANTHA, MEA, DAHLIA, HELLSTE, AMARENA, FUEGO

THE LOSER'S GAME
(ITALIAN SPEAKING)
ENG: This night couldn’t have been more fun! Our favorite toy, kneeling in front of us like the loser he is, with a dildo in his mouth, ready to be humiliated. We played a game trying to throw rings around that ridiculous thing, just like at a carnival, laughing at every missed shot. And every time we missed? It was the perfect excuse to push it even deeper, like planting an umbrella in the sand.

But we didn’t stop there. The spit was endless, covering his face and filling his mouth with no mercy. Every spit humiliated him more and more. Slaps echoed through the room as we kicked him without pity. This worm did nothing but take it while we had the time of our lives mocking him, laughing at him, and reminding him of what a worthless nothing he is. A perfect human punching bag to use and humiliate, without a shred of respect. An unforgettable party, where this pathetic slave’s only purpose was to make us laugh.

IL GIOCO DEL PERDENTE
(DIALOGHI IN ITALIANO)
ITA: Questa serata non poteva essere più divertente! Il nostro giocattolo preferito, in ginocchio davanti a noi come il fallito che è, con un dildo in bocca pronto a essere umiliato. Abbiamo giocato a centrare quel ridicolo attrezzo con dei cerchietti, proprio come al luna park, ridendo a ogni colpo mancato. Ogni errore? Un’occasione perfetta per spingerlo ancora più in fondo, come se stessimo piantando un ombrellone nella sabbia.

Non ci siamo fermate lì. Gli sputi erano continui, riempivamo la sua faccia e la sua bocca senza tregua. Ogni sputo lo ridicolizzava sempre di più. Gli schiaffi risuonavano nella stanza mentre lo prendevamo a calci senza pietà. Questo verme non faceva altro che subirci, mentre noi ci divertivamo a prenderlo in giro, deriderlo e ricordargli il nulla che è. Un perfetto punching bag umano da sfruttare e umiliare, senza un briciolo di rispetto. Un party indimenticabile, dove l'unico scopo di questo patetico schiavo era farci ridere.