All language subtitles for The Autobiography Of A Flea (USA 1976, Jean Jennings, Annette Haven)

Born I was, but how, when, where, I
cannot say.

So I leave it up to you to believe it,
if you will.

You will perceive that I am not a common
flea.

And if you wonder how it came to pass
that in my walk in life, or perhaps I

should have said my jump, I possess the
learning and power to describe the facts

I am about to relate.

I can only remind you that there are
intelligences, the very existence of

has not yet been detected by the
scientific world.

I have heard it remarked that I make my
living by bloodsucking.

My reply is that the flea is not the
lowest in the universal fraternity of

bloodsuckers. At least, I give a warning
to the body on which I feed.

That is seldom done by others in my
profession.

As to my story...

She was a beauty, just fourteen.

Although so young, her soft bosom was
already blooming into those proportions

which delight the opposite sex.

Her face was charming in its frankness.

Her breath, sweet as the perfumes of
Arabia.

And as I've always said, her skin, soft
as velvet.

She was evidently well aware of her good
looks and carried her head as proudly

and as coquettishly as a queen.

Although a flea cannot blush, we can
observe.

And I have taken it upon myself to
commit to pen and ink all those amatory

passages in my experience which I think
may interest the seeker after truth.

Closely watching everything, I noted the
swelling thighs which spread upwards to

where only fleas can dare to tread.

My curiosity had been aroused, and my
desire to know more of the interesting

young being with whom chance had so
promiscuously brought me in pleasing

prompted me to remain quietly ensconced
in a snug, though somewhat moist, hiding

place.

Believe me if you will, I was engaged
upon professional business connected

the plump white leg of a young lady some
14 years of age.

The taste of whose blood I well remember
and the flavor of whose...

Oh, Belle, so succulent.

But I am digressing.

She was with her aunt.

Intimacy was out of the question there.

I do not make it my policy to read the
correspondence of others.

But my curiosity had been aroused.

So at an appropriate moment, I took the
liberty to read, I will be waiting for

you at the old spot after church.

You don't know how I love you, darling.

Yes, I do, Charlie.

You're always telling me. I shall get
tired of hearing it soon.

When are you going to show me all those?

Funny things you told me, Belle.

Now. Now, dear Belle.

While we have the chance to be alone.

You know, Belle, we are no longer
children.

Well, there are things which are not
known to children, which are necessary

lovers not only to know, but also to
practice as well.

Dear me.

Yes, secret things which make lovers
happy and make them enjoy loving.

And being loved.

Lord, how sentimental you've grown,
Charlie. I remember the time when you

it was all humbug.

Oh, so I thought it

was. Till I loved you.

Nonsense.

But go on.

Tell me about things you found here. Oh,
but I can't tell you without showing

you as well.

The next moment, Belle grasped a new and
delicious object.

Those of you who have been placed in a
similar position will readily understand

her look of surprise.

Belle saw a man's member for the first
time in her life, although it was not by

any means a formidable one.

You're an impudent boy.

What is it you've done?

What lengths of your mad and savage
passions carry you?

And as for you, you're a miserable girl.

You've been forgetful of the precepts of
the Holy Mother Church.

You've allowed this wicked and
presumptuous boy to pluck your forbidden

What will become of you now, daughter of
the lost?

Given up on the sin of Satan.

Confessions are to no avail.

Humiliations do but add to your offense.

And mine misgives me as to my duty in
this set affair.

But if I were to follow my present
inclinations, I should go directly to

natural guardians and acquaint them with
my infamous discovery.

I won't do anything.

Yes, we'll do anything.

Enough!

I must have time.

I must invoke the assistance of the
Blessed Virgin, who knew no sin.

but who without the moral delights of
human copulation give birth to the

babe of babes in the manger of
Bethlehem.

Amen.

At two o 'clock tomorrow I shall expect
you.

I will then unfold to you the divine
will concerning your transgressions.

And as for you, rash youth, I shall
likewise expect you the following day

will then unfold to you the divine will
concerning your transgressions.

Until then, your secret is safe with me.

Peace be with you.

My thirst for knowledge kept me in her
vicinity.

I wished to learn the sequel of this
adventure, and I took care not to annoy

with any ill -timed attack on my part.

I will not attempt to tell of the
miserable period spent by my young

between the shocking discovery made by
the Holy Father Ambrose and the hour

assigned for the interview in the
sacristy, which was to decide the fate

unfortunate Belle.

You've done right, my daughter, to come
to me so punctually.

I have thought much and prayed much on
your account.

For some time there appeared no way in
which I could absolve my conscience in

this affair other than to go directly to
your uncle and lay before him my

dreadful secret.

But I'm wounded to think of the results
of such a disclosure.

I have invoked the assistance of the
Blessed Virgin.

She has shown to me a way which, while
it serves the precepts of our Holy

Church, will also prevent your offense
from being known to your uncle.

Now the first necessity which this
course imposes is implicit obedience.

There are things which the servants of
the church

are forbidden openly to avow, but which
they have sufficient need to satisfy.

There are a select few chosen to assuage
the earthly desires of our religious

community.

To you, Belle, I confer this holy
office.

Thus not only will your sins be
forgiven, but you will swim in a sea of

pleasure without incurring the penalties
that you are...

chosen for such a pleasure.

Ah, sweetness in the moonbeam.

It's time to lift the veil from the real
character of this man.

I do so with respect, but the truth must
be told.

Father Ambrose was the living
personification of lust.

And he had planned the meeting of the
two lovers while he watched in hiding,

close by.

Stay a moment. If you continue to rub it
so, I will spend it.

Spend? What is that?

To spend. To spend is to complete the
act of love.

or by a rich quantity of thick white
fluid will escape from that thing which

now hold in your hands. Will this give
you relief, Father?

Undoubtedly, my daughter.

What is this fluid called?

It has various names according to those
that employ them.

But between you and I, we shall just
call it spunk.

Spunk?

Spunk is the word I wish you to know it
by.

And you shall presently have a plentiful
amount.

How must I receive it, Father?

Instead of discharging my spunk into
your tight little belly, or the extreme

tightness of that little slit of yours
would cause it to flow over abundantly,

we will commence with the friction of
your obedient fingers.

When you feel the approach of spasms,
You are to take as much as possible of

head of this affair between your lips,
or I will then disgorge my raging spunk

until the last drop is expended.

But you told me, Father, that the
tightness of this little slit would make

spend.

Oh, but I would not give to feel that
fierce thing in my belly to take that

spunk up in me.

Enough, Belle.

I must have you.

Remove everything that could interfere
with our movement.

Finally, she was his, and his alone.

It was evident how much the beauty of
the young bell inflamed the sensual

of the priest.

Despite his calling, Father Ambrose was
in reality devoted to the pursuit of

lecherous desires.

His animal instincts and his vigorous
constitution made him resemble in body

in mind the satyr of old.

And then Belle's clerical admirer buried
himself within her.

Until

their very

hairs met.

My arms are around you.

My weapon is already way up inside you.

Oh, give me the delicious things.

This is against all rules and
privileges.

You know, all such games shall be in
common.

Yes, I saw you all through the keyhole.

But you need not worry, my dear. We
won't hurt you.

We'll treat you all the same.

I'm going to tell you what I've got.

Only perhaps the delicious moss rose was
too sweet for you, my friend.

Stay a moment.

If you must have, or at least let her
undress without tearing her clothes to

pieces.

Well, it seems we all must share.

So prepare to become an instrument of
our united pleasure.

Good.

It's good enough.

Bees are bad measurers of size and
space, and I forbear to give any exact

dimensions of the weapon upon which
Belle now casts her eyes.

Suffice to say, it was gigantic.

How will I ever get that great thing
into my poor little person?

Don't worry, my child.

I will be careful.

I will be gentle.

However, youth is elastic, or so they
say.

Holy Moses.

Amen.

If this beautiful child is to satisfy
all three of us, we must proceed in an

order.

For myself, I do not care whether I come
first or second, but as Ambrose spends

like an ass, I propose to pass first.

Certainly Clement must be content with
the second or third place.

I went third last time. I do not see why
I must always go last. I claim second.

place. Sure, let it be so. You and Rose
will follow third.

Not I.

If that monster Clement has her second,
his enormous member will not only split

her in two, it'll spoil all my pleasure.

I will attack by the breach.

Who follows me is of no consequence.

There is a new experience I must now
instruct you and my daughter.

At first you will find it more
productive of pain than of pleasure.

I know my duty, Father.

I'm one of the chosen ones.

I draw a veil over the scenes of lust
which followed, as I had a certain

of friendship as well as sympathy for
the young girl.

Three days after these events, Belle
made her appearance in her uncle's

room, and thus I found means to overhear
the conversation.

In short...

Ambrose went to her uncle and related
how he had discovered Belle and her

lover in Cupid's Alliance.

He well knew the character of the man
with whom he was dealing.

Monsieur Verbeek's eyes had long been
cast upon his niece.

They would share the prize between them.
There must be no silly resistance,

Belle.

This good father has sanctified the
operation.

And therefore, I must possess and enjoy
your body, as your imprudent young

companion has already done.

You must indeed be quiet, Phil.

You must indeed submit.

I will enjoy you by force if you do not
allow me to do so otherwise.

I can do it before. Come on.

There.

Pretty legs.

I feel the exquisite calves.

The luscious thighs.

Lay hold still, little fool.

Never had I longed so ardently to
contribute to the discomfort of another

bloodsucker.

I hop to her rescue.

I will spare you the dialogue that
followed. It related only to female dogs

whom I share a close affinity.

That night, I accompanied the
unfortunate to her boudoir for a well

rest.

Our nerves had received a dreadful
shock.

I found a deliciously warm and secure
retreat amid the soft and...

tender moss of Belle when at midnight

I recognized the person of Monsieur
Verbeuk.

Then followed a struggle in which both
played a distinct part.

The ravisher, fired by the difficulties
of his conquest, And Belle.

I sensed a change in her which she
neither cared nor sought to analyze.

Belle, young, childlike, and so lately
innocent, had suddenly become a woman

of violent passions.

Now she lusted for hump without limit,
or bounds of decency.

Belle had a female friend, the daughter
of a wealthy gentleman.

A flea cannot well be supposed to
describe human beauty, even in those on

they feed.

All I know is that Julia Delmont was a
luscious treat to me.

Her father was a man of means.

Her mother was a weak simpleton who
busied herself very little about her

daughter, or indeed, her husband.

Monsieur Delmont was comparatively
young.

He was robust, he was fond of life, and
his tastes were decidedly lustful.

Under these circumstances, it was no
wonder that his eye should have fallen

the budding and beautiful figure of his
daughter's young friend.

Belle, wiser and more experienced than
most.

14 -year -old girls, saw that he was
only awaiting an opportunity to push

matters to extremities.

I have already related the character of
Father Ambrose.

So you will not be surprised to learn
that he had determined that the young

Julia would also be his.

To accomplish this end, he conceived a
plot which I, as a humble insect,

have never known to be equal.

Accordingly, Belle set to work to
corrupt her young friend.

How she succeeded, we shall duly see.

Pardon me.

If I ravish Julie without preparation,
I'll burst her parts.

I cannot take her first. I need the
excitement of previous copulation.

idea occurs to me.

It gives me a violent erection just to
think.

Put into practice, it would be the acne
of lust, consequently of pleasure.

Let me hear.

Well, Monsieur Dermot is amatous of our
child here, who is now

sucking my weapon.

Now, Belle, give me your attention.

Belle. Belle, for the moment, stop
sucking my tool.

This is my plan.

Let me hear.

You will allow Delmont to declare
himself and suggest that

for a certain sum to be agreed upon,
your uncle will surrender his virgin

I hardly know about that.

You will be sold to Delmont.

He will be allowed to take his fill of
your charms in secrecy.

He will behold the body, utterly nude,
of a beautiful young girl, and he shall

enjoy her.

Now she shall not see him, nor he her.

At least not the face which shall remain
concealed.

I thank you, dear.

There shall be no mirror of good.

Don't you understand?

The lascivious Monsieur Delmas shall
violate his own daughter in place of

When he's fallen into our trap, we'll
inform him of his incest.

And in return for his daughter, reward
him with the real enjoyment of our

sweet...

Delicious. Bell's aunt, Madame Verboek,
whom you met at the opening of my

history, occupied a chamber by herself.

Only 32 summers had passed over that
pious and devout head.

And in spite of her piety, she sometimes
desired the more solid comforts of her

husband Pierre's cock.

Now it so happened that on this
particular evening, Father Clement had

himself near the house to watch a
certain window, which he thought was

the fair bell.

How vain are human calculations!

While the forlorn Clement was
approaching one chamber, The object of

was enjoying two lovers in another.

See you.

It was several days before poor Madame
Verbeuk was well enough to leave her

The shock to her delicate pussy had been
dreadful.

It was not long before Belle found
herself within the mansion of Monsieur

Delmont.

And as Lady Luck would have it, or shall
we say, as Belle expressly designed it,

they were alone.

Don't you do that.

Nobody must be allowed to touch that.

Not until they... Not until they what,
Belle?

Oh, I must not tell you.

I ought to have said nothing about it.

But by doing such a thing, maybe I
get... Get what?

Oh, something my uncle or aunt told me.

What is it?

Tell me.

I dare not.

Besides, I do not understand what you
mean.

I will explain it if you tell me what he
said.

You promised not to tell.

Certainly. Well, Uncle Sam, you must
never let anyone

put their hand there.

And whoever does so must pay well for
it.

Does he really say that?

Yes, indeed. There are plenty of rich
gentlemen who would pay well for what

want.

And he says he's not stupid enough to
lose such a chance.

Really?

What a man of business your uncle must
be.

Oh, yes. He's very fond of money.

I scarcely know what he means when he
says he will sell my maidenhead.

What a man he must be.

What a wonderful eye of business he must
have.

An interruption occurred in the arrival
of his own daughter, Julia, and

reluctantly he had to release his
companion.

Belle made a rapid excuse and went home,
leaving the event to take its chance.

Something in her eye.

The route taken by the fair young lady
lay through a large meadow where a cow

and a bull were engaged in nothing
frivolous. But I've decided to let your

imagination supply the details of that
natural intimacy while I...

jump ahead to two more pertinent beasts
of the field.

Ah, imagination.

Man's body is faulty, his mind
untrustworthy, but his imagination has

remarkable.

Oh, gum.

What were you doing with that long red
thing?

Did you see what those ponies were doing
in the meadow?

Yes, I did. What were they doing it for?

Well, the boy wanted the girl and the
girl wanted the boy.

So they came together and fought.

Let me put my hands up your clothes.

Not now. I'm in a hurry.

Say when you'll come again.

Someday, perhaps.

But not now.

I must be getting home.

Well, where do you live?

Not far from here. But if you try to
follow me, it'll be the worst for you.

Why don't we fuck like the cows?

Tell me, have you ever fucked?

No, but I should like to.

Don't you believe me?

Well, then, yes, I have.

Father and I fucked the girls together.

You and your father?

Yes. When we get the chance.

You should see his fuck all gone.

Oh, you don't seem a clever boy.

Oh, but I know how to fuck now.

Though I've only had it once.

You should see me.

Who did you do it with?

A little girl of 14.

Father and I both fucked her and split
her up.

I caught her and father caught me.

So then he wanted his go and he made me
hold her.

You should see him fuck.

Oh, gum, what a prick mover.

That's father, ain't he a horny one?

How do you do?

I would like to fuck you.

Boy would like to fuck you too, so stay
and be fucked.

I want you to see Father's cock.

You ought to see his cod, too.

See?

That's what that is. Didn't I tell you
he's the good and the fuck?

Goodness me,

you're not going to put that into me,
are you? I am, though. Father robs me,

I mean to fuck you.

Oh, gum!

That was fun, wasn't it? Didn't I tell
you we were good in the fuck?

Yes, indeed.

But you must let me go now.

Everything has a moral.

If only you can find it.

At length, the day arrived. The eventful
morning broke when the beautiful Julia

Del Monte was to lose that coveted
treasure which is so eagerly sought

the one hand and often so thoughtlessly
thrown away upon the other.

I know you have something to tell me,
Bill. What is it?

Can't you guess?

Is it anything about Father Ambrose?

Oh, I feel so awkward when I see him
now. And yet he told me there was no

in what he did.

But what did he do?

Oh, he told me such things.

And then he put his arm around my waist
and kissed me till he almost took my

breath away.

He said and did a thousand things until
I thought I was going out of my senses.

Tell me some of these things.

Well, how can I tell you?

He put his fingers down my dress, making
me feel as I had never felt before.

I thought I was going to faint.

Did you like it?

Of course I did.

Come, Julia, that was not all. He did
not stop there.

Of course he didn't, but I can't tell
you what he did.

Don't be so childish.

Why not tell me everything?

Well, it seems so shocking, but if I
must.

After he made me feel as if I were dying
of a delicious shivering sensation,

He suddenly took my hand and placed it
upon something that felt like a child's

arm. I saw a great red thing with a
funny round purple top like a plum.

This thing grew out from between his
legs and it was covered below with a

mass of curly hair.

He kept my hand upon it, making me rub
it over and over, over and over.

It was so large and stiff and hot.

I felt so frightened when I saw how his
eyes glared and his breathing grew

hard and quick.

He reassured me.

and called me his dear child, and made
me fondle this thing in my bosom.

He asked me to open my lips and rub the
top between them.

A moisture came at once upon my tongue,
and in an instant, a thick gush of

warm fluid ran into my mouth.

I was still playing with it when the
noise of a door opening obliged the good

father to cut away what I had a hold of.

He said, it is not for the common people
to know what you know or do what I

permit you to do.

His manner was so kind and obliging, and
he made me think that I was quite

different from all the other girls.

Tell me, Belle, what is this mysterious
news you have? I'm dying to know.

Know then that Father Ambrose has
arranged for you to be initiated at

He has provided for it here today.

Oh, I shall be so ashamed, so dreadfully
shy.

Oh, no, my dear.

All of that has been thought of.

Only Father Ambrose could have arranged
everything so perfectly.

You make me blush, Belle.

But how?

It will be in a nice little chamber we
have.

You will be laid upon a bed, and your
head will be concealed by a curtain,

so that only your naked body will be
exposed.

For shame! Naked, too?

Oh, Julia.

My dear tender Julia.

Evidently, the plot was about to
thicken, because later on that day,

Verboek and his dear friend and
neighbor, Monsieur Delmont,

agreed on a settlement.

One had sold his niece.

The other believed he had purchased that
precious jewel, a maidenhead.

The bargain was to be executed
forthwith.

Monsieur Delmont was to take possession
of that delicious virginity he had so

longed to destroy.

Only a door stood between him and the
victim of his lust.

Who that victim really was, he had not
the remotest idea. He thought only

of Belle.

Gods, what a sight!

The body of a young girl, naked as the
day she was born.

It would take several minutes to go over
in detail and discover all the separate

merits of each delicious limb.

All indeed were there, except the head.

That member was conspicuous by its
absence.

And then... Oh, then...

The central spot of man's desire, where
nature loves to revel when

she springs and whither she returns.

The source.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am only a flea.
Yet fleas have feelings. And what mine

were when I saw that excited member
close to the pouting lips of Julia's

slip, I will not attempt to describe.

The sexual instincts of the male flea
rose within me, and I closed my eyes.

I longed. Yes.

how I longed to be in Monsieur Delmont's
place.

I love you.

What is all this?

Oh, heavens, I make such a dreadful
mistake.

Tell me, for pity's sake, what mistake?

And who then is this?

That's it.

It was not my fault.

How could I know that it was you that
brought her for me? And not knowing, I

substituted Julia.

She knows nothing of it.

It was all a mistake.

A dreadful mistake.

If you are disappointed, it was all my
fault and not yours.

I never thought for a moment that it was
going to be you.

It was very unkind of them not to have
told me.

What if they should find out?

Be gentle with me.

Oh my

goodness.

What are you doing?

No. No.

yourself. Better suffer than face such a
thing as incest.

Thou man of lust, here is the state in
which we found your daughter.

And what if she should be found with
child?

We must prevent that at all costs.

Nothing less than a second emission from
another man can make such a thing

positively safe.

Oh, she shall have it. That is certain.

After you.

Mine at last.

Who is that?

To avoid a repetition of the violent
emotions which overwhelmed the actors in

this monstrous scene, I jump ahead to
the calmer moments when our attention

directed to Monsieur Delmont.

You see, Delmont, there is pleasure in
the line of duty.

If Father Ambrose and I had not... There
is no knowing

what trouble might have followed.

Nothing like doing the right thing.

Eh, Delmore?

I don't know.

I feel ill.

I mean, kind of a dream.

I don't... I don't doubt your
friendship, your secrecy.

But... I am still excited.

I don't know what I want.

My friends, what am I to do?

It's going to go.

Monsieur Delmont.

and his lolling love lance were
apparently overcome with wine or women

or possibly both.

And they subsided into a corner and
appeared to be dozing.

a thousand pleasantries now took place.

Father Ambrose, whose sensual character
thoroughly predominated, owned one other

weakness, and that was preaching.

On this occasion, he delivered a sermon
which I found impossible to follow, so I

went to sleep in Bell's armpit until he
finished.

Shall I change with you, my friend?

The idea is lovely.

Oh, no. I cannot stop.

I can only go on as I am.

This dear child is perfect.

Eh, Delmont?

When did Dr.

Bottoms make her?

Ah, a velvet derriere.

Now it's your turn.

Here's a treat for you.

Try some of this.

What

is the

matter with you?

He's dead.

And so he was.

Monsieur Delmont had paid his debt to
nature, as the phrase goes.

Sudden death is so common.

I suppose it was due to organic
deterioration of some sort.

As for me, I went about as usual.

Except that for a change, I fancied
Julia's legs.

They had a more pungent flavor than
Belle's, and I accordingly bled them.

And what would be more natural than that
Julia should pass much of her time with

her dear friend, Belle?

Oh, I thought I would die when Father
Ambrose pushed that great big thing of

up into my little belly.

And then when he finished...

Don't be alarmed. He won't eat us.

Or maybe he will.

We shall soon see what he wants.

What? Is it possible? A double treat?

Delightful. For shame, Father Clement,
coming in here without permission.

Shall I go, then?

You can stay, now that you're here.

The orgies of that lascivious night are
past my powers of description.

The dawn alone put an end to the
monstrous scene of debauchery.

But while such things were passing in
the house, a very different sort was

approaching the chamber of Monsieur
Verbeuk.

When three days afterwards, Ambrose
returned from an absence to find his

and fellow conspirator, at the point of
death.

His widow, never very intellectual,
began to develop symptoms of insanity,

she perpetually called for the priest.

When an aged father was summoned, the
good lady denied he could be a priest.

and demanded, The one with the big
tooth!

Where's the priest I asked for?

I wanted the priest that I asked for!

You aren't him!

Bring him to me!

You're not the one that I wanted!

Bring me the one that I wanted!

Where is he?

Give him to me!

Her language and behavior having
scandalized all,

She was later incarcerated in an asylum
and there continued to rave for the big

prick.

Belle, left without protectors, readily
lent an ear, among other orifices, to

the solicitations of dear Father Ambrose
and was persuaded to take the veil.

Julia was determined to share her
friend's fate, and so on the same day...

Both girls were received into the arms
of the Holy Mother Church.

Both took the vows of chastity.

How their vows of chastity were kept, it
is not for me, a humble flea, to expand

upon. I only know that after the
ceremony was over, both girls were

conveyed to a monastery where 14 priests
eagerly awaited them with tilted

cassocks.

Shocked by such a sight, and appalled
beyond measure by visions of the orgy

which would surely follow, I fled.

I never stopped until I had put some
miles between myself and the actors of

hateful drama.

And if it is out of my power as a flea
to point a moral...

It is not beyond my ability to choose
greener pastures.

I emigrated, as many are doing, who,
although they are not fleas, are

nevertheless, as I reminded you in the
beginning of my tale, bloodsuckers.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

Ha,

ha, ha.