Alice: Slave at the Marketplace Read Online Free PDF Page A

But I decide to
be polite.
    “Yes,” I say in a wistful tone.
    He grins. “OK, I’ll buy you a kebab. But only
because you need the fuel to undergo what will come next.”
    Now he has got me simultaneously worried and
piqued.
    “What will come next?” I ask again, my
stomach growling.
    For answer, he merely flashes me a mysterious
smile and forks over four pounds to the vendor at the kebab stall.
Up close, the slowly turning meat is even more tempting. The
radiating heat makes my skin flush.
    The vendor is Middle Eastern, and he looks me
up and down. He probably knows that I am one of the ‘girls’
servicing the customers inside the tents. He hands me the piping
hot meat wrapped up in a falafel.
    I take it eagerly and bite into it. I have
never tasted anything so good in my life. The only thing about
these English portions that I find wanting is that they are too
small. Far smaller than anything I could get in America, and I’m
left hungry most of the time.
    “Let’s walk while you eat,” Samuel says.
    I trudge after him as I take big bites from
my lamb falafel. Along the way, I take in the sights. There is a
large grassy area cordoned off by a white picket fence. The
‘horses’ inside are strapped to two-wheel buggies – two naked young
men to one buggy.
    The ‘horses’ are naked with their tails
stuffed into their asses in the usual manner. Their nipples are
clamped with little bells and they wear their customary lariats
around their necks. Their feet are shod with black boots. They eye
me curiously as I pass.
    A sign outside the gate proclaims:
     
    BUGGY RIDE:
    Ten minutes – 50 pounds
    Twenty minutes – 100 pounds
    Add on whip – 100 pounds
     
    I remember my sojourn as a beast of burden
during the billionaire parade and I shudder. I never want to pull a
chariot in my entire life ever again.
    We come to a little bridge over a small brook
and cross it. A sign says: ‘BE READY TO HAVE YOUR MIND BLOWN.
EXHIBITIONISM PERMITTED.’
    The attractions on the other side are more
risqué now, with more nudity in sight for the customers. The
patrons are now going bare-breasted and bare-buttocked.
    A small field boasts both ‘horses’ and
‘rabbits’. Here, it’s a free for all. A sign says: ‘FUCK WHAT YOU
CAN CATCH FOR TWO HUNDRED POUNDS’. There is a customer line of
about ten deep for this – with both men and women in various states
of undress. In the field itself, naked patrons are in the midst of
running after the squealing rabbits and thundering horses. Some
have actually caught their prey and are in the middle of fucking
them in various positions.
    To my right, a carousel parades the human
‘horses’. The young men are all strapped to several seats, which
are in turn attached to poles which move up and down as they go on
the roundabout. The men are all naked with their penises sticking
into the air.
    A ‘ride’ constitutes impalement by these
rigid cocks. Customers – both female and male – are attached to
these cocks as they make their merry-go-round. Faces are contorted
in the throes of passion as bodies squirm and limbs writhe around
each other. The vertical movement only serves to enhance the ‘being
fucked’ experience for the customers.
    I finish my falafel.
    “Still hungry?” Samuel asks.
    “Thirsty,” I say.
    “Then let me buy you a drink.”
    He stops at a lemonade stall. I hardly see
those anymore, but then I guess I hardly go to small towns back
home and I hardly mingle with children. The lemonade trickles down
a little fountain shaped in the form of a woman’s white bust.
    The vendor grins at me lasciviously. “My, my.
Aren’t you a tall cool drink of water? Maybe you can show me your
tits?” he suggests.
    I stick out a tongue at him as Samuel pays
for a tall cool class of lemonade. I feel like a kid again as I
turn my back on the vendor and gulp all of it down my parched
throat.
    “Let’s go,” Samuel says.
    Actually, I don’t mind staying around these
grounds