ITALIAN LANGUAGE

It's time for lunch and with my friend Dula I head towards the kitchen where we had left a slave to prepare food for us. Once in the kitchen, however, we find him sitting on the counter messing around and all he offers us to eat are an orange and a banana... After a few seconds this do-nothing finds himself on the floor amidst our screams and slaps: he really deserves an exemplary punishment and we therefore decide to trample on him with all the sadism we have. We don't even have time to undress him, we have little interest in seeing the signs of trampling, we jus...

ITALIAN LANGUAGE

It's time for lunch and with my friend Dula I head towards the kitchen where we had left a slave to prepare food for us. Once in the kitchen, however, we find him sitting on the counter messing around and all he offers us to eat are an orange and a banana... After a few seconds this do-nothing finds himself on the floor amidst our screams and slaps: he really deserves an exemplary punishment and we therefore decide to trample on him with all the sadism we have. We don't even have time to undress him, we have little interest in seeing the signs of trampling, we just want to punish him painfully and so he quickly finds himself under Dula's sneakers and my Casadei boots, which crush him simultaneously and everywhere, in particular his head and face in order to cover his mouth so as not to hear his pathetic excuses anymore. Now that we have punished him well, however, we have an even bigger appetite and at this point it will be our turn to cook: we send him to get us some slippers to get comfortable and start preparing food.

TRAMPLING IN CUCINA - SNEAKERS E STIVALI

Si è fatta ora di pranzo e con la mia amica Dula mi dirigo verso la cucina dove avevamo lasciato uno schiavo a prepararci da mangiare. Una volta in cucina però lo troviamo seduto sul bancone a cazzeggiare e tutto quello che ci offre da mangiare sono un'arancia e una banana... Dopo pochi secondi questo nullafacente si ritrova sul pavimento tra le nostre urla e schiaffi: merita davvero una punizione esemplare e decidiamo quindi di calpestarlo con tutta la cattiveria che abbiamo. Non facciamo neanche in tempo a spogliarlo, ci interessa poco vedere i segni del calpestamento, vogliamo solo punirlo dolorosamente e così si ritrova con le sneakers di Dula e i miei stivali Casadei che lo schiacciano contemporaneamente e ovunque, in particolare testa e faccia in modo da tappargli anche la bocca per non sentire le sue patetiche scuse. Ora che lo abbiamo punito per bene però abbiamo ancora più appetito e a questo punto toccherà a noi cucinare: lo mandiamo a prenderci delle ciabatte per metterci comode e iniziare preparare da mangiare.

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