The Dark Side of Red Lights Part 11

Obviously he didn't reach this point.

The indications of the director were simple: my accomplice and I, Franco Nero - select name not for omaggiare the great Italian actor but because of name did really Franco and it boasted him to have him/it to us big as a black, of here the pseudonym - we were two thieves. We slipped there in the girl's house convinced that there was no anybody to steal what was around of value, but while we were being intents to ransack the villa, the girl you/he/she would have appeared from the door of the study covered with a simple seed-transparent night negligee without no bottom, gathering us on the fact.

Feeling us overdrafts there we would be cast against the girl, and attracted by that provocative attire we would have beaten her and violated leaving then her to stunned earth and humiliated.

The woman didn't really hurt then him. Certainly it was not a walk, but we was professionals and we tried to dose the strength and to check us.

The everything however it had to seem the truest possible, so we could not confine too much even.

They flew so of the slaps in face, not strong but enough to make to feel of it I crack him/it and to make to become the cheeks and the b.u.t.tocks of the woman red.

You wriggled him, it tried to struggle himself/herself/themselves, and we had to do he/she forces her, to immobilize her/it, to give her some slap and to sweep her/it, usually while the other held her/it firm.

We pushed her, we grabbed him for the hair. It was not anything of too much painful, but of certain it didn't have to be pleasant. And from script they had to be us of the scenes of" Gagging", or that practice for which we sank our cazzis in his/her mouth arriving thin in throat, leaving her/it for of the brief periods without breath and provoking her a sense of nausea.

There it didn't deal also with pleasant things, but we knew how to check us and above all we were careful to the actress, to his/her reactions and his/her signals.

At the end of the resumptions we helped the actress to rise again himself/herself/themselves, it took him the shower and he/she ate together sometimes everybody.

The Imperia produced some all the son-in-laws of film. There was a database where the actors were listed in base to what they wanted or they didn't want to do and especially in what they had or you/they had not already done. This way if a director or a producer it had in mind to make particularly some kind of film, it chose the actors in base to the data that it had, those that he/she knew discarding you/they would never have made that type of film or that even they were not proper for determined roles, and then personally it made to revert the choice on one or on proposing him the job.

I had put in clear that would have done never any son-in-laws, in particular way those where scenes of p.i.s.sing or scat or all that films there were where the woman there was dominator that as slave used even you whipping you or taking you to barrel on the b.a.l.l.s.

For p.i.s.sing, or more commonly in Italy gilded rain, they intends film where scenes there are with people that urinate, possibly on other people. Before establis.h.i.+ng my limits they proposed one of it. I had to make a scene in which I faked to rape a girl, at the end I put under her to the shower and I p.i.s.sed her in face.

I refused. I didn't have intention neither to make a scene of the kind neither to work with actresses that made him p.i.s.s in mouth.

The Imperia didn't have a real line devoted to the p.i.s.sing, you/he/she had made only three or four scenes in some films some particular ones, always of the kind Turnips.

The scat is worse instead still. You always deals with making his/her own needs on another used human being as water, only that this time we speak of the more part" solid" and dirty of the matter.

Luckily the Imperia refused to make that kind of film.

You/he/she has happened me to know an actress that more times you/he/she had worked in scenes of p.i.s.sing.

It was a young Ukranian from the out look and without particular ambitions.

It had a small vice: it spiced him with what found around, therefore it was always looking for money and you/he/she was prepared to try everything, so much during the resumptions perfectly was not never s.h.i.+ny.

I called her" the death living", because when you saw her they seemed some zombies, and they usually made a whole ugly end, death of overdose, of AIDS or suicides.

Some colleagues of mine took around her, they had a good time orally molesting her, to me they made only a big punishment.

For charity, under those conditions they arrived to us them, anybody he/she forced her to do you determine choices of life.

There was this woman an actress of whom I don't even remember the name. It was beautiful, it seemed a G.o.ddess, almost so much was false his/her features they were sweet and perfect.

It came from Brazil, you/he/she was grown in the middle of the poverty, the poverty that true, had known the hunger and he/she knew what he/she meant to work all day long to earn that so much that all it took is for surviving.

Its so particular beauty was its fortune but unfortunately also its sentence.

It is strange as the fate, the fortune, the destiny, G.o.d or anybody else factor or similar ent.i.ty engraves radically on our lives.

There were girls that with their beauty you/they had succeeded in breaking down in the world of the fas.h.i.+on or the show and others that you/they instead entered to belong a great deal to more turbid and unlucky worlds.

You were not very fortunate.

I saw once only her of escaped during an evening, but when I met her/it you/he/she was already changed of very from the girl that it was before only a couple of years. I know him/it why once they made me see one photo of his of the beginnings and I remained dazzles of it. You/he/she had been invited by one more famous friend of his of her, and immediately in to look it attracted me to her his strange aspect. I didn't succeed in giving her an age. It was a beautiful girl but his/her out eyes however, his/her aspect as consumed, his to wander uncertain and dragged.

To look aroused me to her a sort of mixed compa.s.sion to disgust.

I asked who was to one colleague of mine one who practically knew everything and everybody.

When its history told me I didn't know whether to cry or to try disgust.

From that that it said it was not very that had arrived in Italy. In Brazil, where she lived, you/he/she had turned quite a lot films and all rather particular ones.

It spoke of zoofilia, p.i.s.sing, scat and all that that of worse you/he/she could offer the world of the p.o.r.no.

It began that life for constraint. When it was few more than a ragazzina of his/her colleagues of job they raped her/it, they didn't succeed in withstanding that whole beauty.

You bore for an I annex the abuses in silence, for fear to lose the job and because he/she knew that so much to tell around it would not have resolved anything.

One day the youth knew a man, a gentleman almost on the fifty that him invagh of her.

You/he/she was never felt beloved, casomai could feel been used, so the delicate avanceses of that person immediately did on her a certain effect, so much that to the end been granted to the man.

The destiny wanted that the type was one with some penny and possessed not a small factory with few workers very distant from that where he/she worked the young girl.

It proposed to the girl to go to work for him, to become a kind of his/her secretary and the young woman if it didn't do him/it repeat twice. You/he/she would also have accepted of everything to escape the violences of his/her colleagues.

A few months pa.s.sed, by now their history you/he/she had gone on.

The man started to show his/her true personality. It had the vice of the drink and sometimes, when it returned home I intoxicate, you/they could fly two schiaffonis for futile motives.

You convinced that it was not his/her guilt, that dealt after all with a good person, and that those were only moments dictated by the alcohol.

You was tiing a lot to that man to whom it owed his/her salvation, so much that definite to tell him of the violences suffered by the workers of the other firm.

The reaction of its lover was totally something of unexpected.

It started to offend her/it, to give her some puttana, to humiliate her/it and even to beat her/it because such an important fact had hidden her. What he/she saw him was not a girl victim of serious abuses but an impure woman that you/he/she had gone in bed with more men, also contemporarily. Then that the thing was or less against its wish it didn't have for him meant.

They were nightmare days. Every evening that the two was seen you quarrel and they often flew some blows.

The peak was reached when an evening, returned completely drunk from the job, the type introduced him to house with two friends of his.

You/he/she had offered his/her woman twos men that she had not seen before never and it allowed them to rape her/it while he took back the everything with a television camera.

That was the his/her first" film."

When the old pervert realized that people were prepared to also pay to see those images, she forced the girl to have relations.h.i.+ps with other men, always taken back by a television camera, and if she had refused you/he/she was struck until almost to the blackout.

The tapes continued, and the girl was forced to always make different things, new violences, thin to reach tapes where you/he/she was raped and beaten of ugly, or where, note, as water was used by perfect strangers.

The films brought money, and if people were prepared to pay for something, anything, the repugnant old man was prepared to film her/it.

To succeed in going on the girl started to shelter him in the drugs. More irresponsible person arrived on the set, less possibility had to become himself/herself/themselves account of that that forced her/it to do. The memoirs were often too much strong, and they remained I engraved, as the scars or the indispositions of the following days remained at times.

That girl suffered of everything, and people were convinced that you/he/she liked her because in the thick video you/he/she smiled or you/he/she said sentences as you/he/she was aware and well prepared to do what you/they asked for her in the film. In reality her later the day didn't even remember him more what had done in that films and the times that he/she remembered something tried to a.s.sume some substance that darkened entirely her that memoirs.

You/he/she had now come in Europe because some houses were interested to the type of material that she had to offer, and here the pay were taller.

Sinned that if you/he/she would not be enjoyed her her those pay. You would have had solo his/her drug, that it was enough for her.

Three months later they told me that in one of his/her brief fragments of lucidity you/he/she was killed, not very after having turned a scene of zoofilia with a donkey.

Of histories so they turned so many of it, but they belonged to a p.o.r.no way of doing more" dirty", from which the Imperia looked for to hold the distances.

In my life I had seen of everything, but that history had me deeply stricken.

I would never have accepted to work with directors or manufacturing that were of accord to turn certain types of film. I/you/they have always been of the idea that among acquiescent adults taboos of every kind didn't exist, but I refused me to believe that some people accepted to partic.i.p.ate in certain horrors of proper spontaneous wish.

In the uncertainty, I preferred to stay to the wide one from certain environments.

Chapter 16.

When you work with serious people, the world of the p.o.r.no is what you are thought.

Around he rumored of everything: forced girls to prost.i.tute himself/herself/themselves against their wish, clammy directors and zozzoni that want only to sweep him some ragazzinas, drug to quintals, free violences, of everything.

It was not really this way.

There were also that cases, but the most greater part of the filths you/they were served as dilettantes, people that were not of the work, imaginary directors and producers ever felt before, or however in poor countries, where to make money of the big children of puttana they made some enslaved people and they forced her/it to try everything.

In our country, as in the most greater part in Europe or in the United States, the p.o.r.no was seen with a lot of seriousness.

It is true, almost all the directors were made some actress, but so also happen with the directors of Hollywood, not for this all the actresses are of the puttanes. Simply it was a world that gave you the possibility to know so many girls and, for the law of the great numbers, one on thousand would have given him for you.

What interested in the affirmed directors was to make a movie in the smaller possible time, to costs meeting places and in the best way.

They didn't try us with the girls, you/they could not afford that this for some motive left the set and then you/he/she would be had to restart afresh everything. All the employees were serious people that developed his/her own work with professionalism. The producers looked for on purpose people with experience, to avoid the young fellow of turn that was more hocked to make him come him/it hard whether to do well his/her own job.

After some that you worked in that field it became a job as another, you didn't feel yourself scandalized or excited. Photographers there were technical, cosmeticians that contemplated only to the result of the film, for them you/he/she could be a p.o.r.no or a horror, you/he/she would have been the same identical thing, you/they would have worked with the same same professionalism.

Also for the actors there was a clean distinction between the scene and the real life.

I have known actresses that didn't have problems to wink to the television camera while a spitfire came them in face, but that the resumptions ended, if you met her in bathrobe after you/they were taken the shower, if they held him/it well closed on the breast to try not to show anything.

There was the timid actress and that uninhibited, that that gave us inside because it said to be a puttana and so much you/he/she would not have been able to inhale to something different and that that it didn't tolerate being touched out of the set because it was faithful to the fiance.

Also among the men there were different phobias.

Some didn't want to recite together with determined actors, others didn't absolutely want the presence of someone of famous for fear of the comparison. There was what didn't make him see with the cazzo moscio therefore it needed a suitable preparation before entering scene and so street.

I didn't have all these problems. I entered and I swept me what stirred. The directors liked for that.

My popularity grew day by day, accomplice also my nomination to the AVNs Awards, the night of the oscars of the p.o.r.no.

The AVNs Awards were of the prizes sponsorizzati from the American adult video industry trade magazine, the AVN (Adult Video News), that from 1984 every January organizes this ceremony to reward actors, actresses but also directors, manufacturing, special effects, music, everything as in the true night of the oscars.

I had been named as good actor protagonist, and it was a honor, because the most greater part of the named actors they were American, therefore if you/they had chosen an Italian it was really because they saw in me something special.

That year I didn't win, but I referred later me the year tearing mine" colleagues" legendary, that if you/they had been able you/they would directly have evirated me on the stage.

Once become over ocean popular, my country stravedeva for me.

The evenings to the Lady Violet, that I kept on doing however even if not with the same regularity of the past, they showed how much the public loved me.

When I performed me me there was the everything exhausted, Madams Sophie earned more in one of those days that in two weeks of normal shows.

Linda was contacted by people of all the types. For the most greater part it dealt with small houses of production that wanted to break down their adventure starting with well a character of my caliber, but those applications never came approved. He/she didn't want that I undersold me to the first come, I had to be something exclusive, a name reserved to the few, not all could use of my person, even if even they had the enough money to pay me.

Once a small producer offered almost me the double one of my normal remuneration arranged with the Imperia. Linda refused without not even thinking of us.

They are not the change of now those of which we have need but the avalanches of money that can arrive tomorrow, to those we have to inhale.

It was the philosophy of Linda, it always repeated her/it to me and I respected her/it. Up to that moment a good manager was revealed, I didn't have motive to doubt of his/her strategies.

Our patience was winning.

Linda was contacted from the greatest house of French production, as well as among the greatest of Europe, Hands her du Ciel. You/they had studied me for some time, you/they had a.n.a.lyzed the data related to the sales of my films, and you/they had decided that would have been a good investment.

In the phone call it didn't speak of money, and it was also that to incuriosire a lot of Linda. The most greater part of the contacts some figure directly shot you to induce to accept you, them no, solo they were said interested to my person and they asked if a meeting were possible for a job interview.

Was serious stuff the moment of the turn!

We took the first airplane and we departed for France.

We arrived in the punctual offices of the production as Swiss clocks. We didn't want to make to see to be too much impatient and parties arriving in advance neither to be couldn't-care-less and few professional arriving late.