Read Alice: Slave at the Marketplace for Free Online

my
neck and the valley between my breasts are slick with sweat. The
crowd is in the shade, and I catch sight of naked slaves walking
down the aisles, selling hotdogs and crisps and beer, just as
though we are at a baseball game.
    Finally, I stumble over an uneven patch of
ground.
    I fall splat on my face even though I throw
out my arms to block my fall. The impact judders my entire body and
sends electricity shooting up my spine.
    Ooof!
    The wind is completely knocked out of me. My
mouth tastes of sawdust. Before I realize what is happening, Fury
is upon me with a roar of delight.
    “No!” I cry out.
    I am not ready!
    But he picks me up as if I am a little rag
doll, as if I scarcely weigh anything at all. The ground recedes
alarmingly from my vision and there is a waterfall of sound in my
ears as the blood drains out of my head into the rest of my
body.
    I scream.
    The audience apparently approves of this as
they cheer and clap harder.
    Fury lifts me up above his head as though I
am his caveman prize. His hands grasp the small of my back and my
shoulders, and he is balancing me on these alone. I am so afraid
I’d fall that I cry out in dismay. The sun is in my eyes and all I
can see is the clear blue sky with its scudding clouds.
    But surprisingly, I do not fall. He pumps me
up and down this way with his strong, strong arms. Then he turns me
around so that I am upside down. The world spins dizzyingly. My
hair dangles to the ground as I scream again.
    He rotates me several times until I am
completely disorientated. I am panting and gasping for breath and
unable to cry out anymore.
    He rights my body again so that he is
grasping me by my waist. My hair flops all over my shoulders as my
vision swims. I have no choice but to clutch at his muscled chest
and shoulders. Even through my fear, I can appreciate what a
magnificent male specimen he is, and under different circumstances,
I would like to be in control of this perfect beast, and not the
other way around.
    He is clearly in control of me now. My bleary
eyes take in his flaring nostrils and intense eyes, and I glimpse
intelligence behind those bright blue orbs.
    Intelligence?
    Please don’t hurt me, I mutely try to
convey.
    Then whatever I glimpsed is gone and replaced
by lust. Pure, unadulterated lust – so raw in its form and primal
that it takes me aback. My stomach spins as he lifts me up again.
His monster cock stands like a prod before me, its tip sliding
against my dangling legs.
    “Open your legs,” he says in a guttural,
accented voice. “It will be better for you this way.”
    I am so surprised he actually spoke to me
that I weakly part my thighs.
    “Be gentle,” I whimper.
    I cling for dear life to his broad shoulders
as he impales me. The pain of that gargantuan cock penetrating my
pussy – which seems suddenly small by comparison – is
instantaneous. My flesh is cleaved by his thick girth and I scream
with all the breath I have left in my lungs.
    “Oh, oh, oh!” I cry.
    He doesn’t give me a chance to recover or get
used to his size. He lifts me up and down by the waist and starts
to pound me immediately. His arm strength is such that he is able
to manipulate me in a vertical axis with admirable dexterity. I am
stretched to my maximum – until I don’t think I can be stretched
anymore, and I am dimly reminded of an adage my gynecologist once
imparted to me: ‘The smallest pussy in the world can take the
largest cock’.
    I don’t have the smallest pussy in the world,
but Fury’s cock is certainly the largest which has ever penetrated
me. His fucking intensity is like his namesake: furious. His cock
pounds and pummels and strokes my entire vaginal tunnel, and I find
his crown abutting against my G-spot.
    Oh!
    After a while, there is sheer bliss.
    He seems to understand this as well, and he
angles me so that his cock would slam into that spot again and
again.
    The world around me seems to melt away as my
pleasure escalates. The waves of ecstasy