Alice: Slave at the Marketplace
as you can before you are caught. Fury is extremely
rough unless he is tired out. Good luck.”
     
    *
     
    Samuel pushes me out of the door before I can
register what is happening. The bright sun shrinks my pupils after
my brief sojourn in the dark waiting room. The space beyond is
indeed an amphitheater, with stone benches for the spectators. I am
reminded of the track I had to run chariot races on for the
billionaires. Except then, there were only a handful of them.
    Here, the entire amphitheater is filled with
customers, both men and women. Some are in various states of
undress, like outside, so it really reminds me of an ancient Roman
gladiator ring where nudity is common.
    At my appearance, everyone perks up.
    Fury is in the middle of the ring. The ring
itself is filled with sawdust and bare, grassy ground. Fury is as I
remembered him – well over six feet six inches tall, completely
naked and as hung as a horse.
    He is magnificent.
    His face is red, as though he has been
through strenuous activity. His chest is heaving in and out, and
his muscles are oh-so-incredibly well-sculpted. Every ounce of him
oozes masculinity and aggression. He would not be out of place in a
combat movie involving ancient Greeks.
    As for his scrotum, it is pierced on either
side with two brass rings. His monstrous penis is further made
engorged by a brass cock ring which circles it at its base. The
incredible cock rises like a flagpole from the nest of wiry pubic
hair at his crotch. Like me, he is a natural blond.
    That cock now points at me like an accusing
and menacing finger. Maybe it’s a beacon as to what will happen to
me next.
    I still can’t put my finger on what makes him
so angry all the time. Did they pump him full of hormones or
steroids or something? Is he genetically altered?
    “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrhhh!” Fury screams at the
crowd.
    I can’t help but cringe.
    I am the only one in the ring beside Fury. As
soon as he spots me, his body tenses like a cougar’s. The audience
takes note and sits up in expectation. Fury’s focus on me is
intense, and I can feel his concentration radiating on me like a
laser point of energy.
    I whimper despite myself.
    I turn to the door and try the handle
desperately, but it is locked. I pivot back to Fury. My back is
against the door. All my alarm bells are ringing. What do I do?
That I will be taken roughly in front of all these people is a
given. But will I be able to handle the extremely brutal sex that
will follow?
    Run , whispers my better voice.
    Fury’s feet are bare, but his legs bunch and
he unleashes himself at me. As he dives straight for me like an
arrow, I run. The audience cheers, as if I am a Christian sacrifice
to be fed to the lion.
    To be honest, I don’t know where to run. The
ring is a circle, and I can only run around it. Fury lets out a
roar and runs after me, trying to block me off. But I feint and
dart. My tits jiggle as I thump upon the ground. He chases me
again. I am a good runner. When I was in high school, I was on the
track team. I am lighter and more agile than Fury.
    But what he isn’t in the speed department, he
makes up for in sheer power. His very erect cock probably encumbers
his movements, just as my bouncing tits are an obstacle. My tits
have started to fill up with milk again a while back, and they are
heavy and weighted.
    On and on we run, the crowd cheering. So far,
I have kept to the circumference, near to the audience, which is
barricaded from the ring by a thin iron railing. He tries to cut me
off several times by stopping and reversing, but I still elude his
grasp.
    Tire him out, was Samuel’s advice.
    But he doesn’t seem to be tiring! In fact, it
is me who is starting to tire because of everything I have been
through this morning, and also because of the lack of food I have
been getting. I just don’t have enough energy to keep this up.
    I don’t know how long we have been running,
but the sun is beating very harshly down on top of my head, and
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