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SERVILIS CURATOR
Another variation on the theme of Alice.
Alice in the Grand Bazaar.
“For once, just for fucking once, the fucking guide books didn’t exaggerate!”
Alice had looked forward to her stay in Istanbul. The history, the romance, the architecture, all had appealed to her. She had explored the historic monuments, Hagia Sofia, the Blue Mosque, so many of them. She had walked the streets and the alleys, wondering at the architecture, the bustle of this huge, incredibly ancient city that straddled two continents. She had particularly enjoyed the Grand Bazaar, that centuries old emporium that attracted almost a hundred million people a year.
“The Grand Bazaar was started in the 1460’s as a cloth market. It has grown ever since, until it is now possible to buy almost anything there. A wonderful place for the visitor to explore. A place that will transport them to fantasy land of clothing, handicrafts and almost anything the heart could desire.”
“Fucking guidebook,” Alice thought, as she sat on the hard floor, her legs spread wide, the taste of a stranger’s cum filling her mouth. “And now it’s me that is for sale! Me! Anything the fucking heart desires, indeed!”
TRY BEFORE YOU BUY! The sign above her head said in half a dozen different languages.
“How much is it for a blowjob?” She heard an American voice ask the woman who ran the stall. “One hundred lira, sir, twenty US Dollar,” the old bitch replied.
“You’re being ripped off,” Alice said to herself. She had always been good at numbers. “It’s more like thirteen or fourteen.” She thought.
“Can I come on her face, lady?”
“Of course.”
Alice heard the rustle of money. There was no point in resisting. She opened her mouth and looked into this hick tourist’s eyes, hoping to shame him. No such luck!
At least he was quick! Quick but very productive. Her face, her hair, her eyes were covered in thick, gooey cum. She lifted her hands to wipe her face. “Hayir!” The old woman’s voice was sharp. With a sigh Alice dropped her hands, blinked eyes free of the slimy stuff. She knew what that meant. “No!”
How could she have been so stupid? It had all seemed so innocent, a simple, ancient game, played by the Byzantines. The shopkeeper had offered to show her how to play. “We bet, play money, just to make it interesting.” Only after she had lost telephone numbers did he demand payment, in real money! Arguing was useless, there were suddenly ten male witnesses to support the shopkeeper. The police had come, attracted by her shouts, only to confirm that she was legally in debt to the tune of tens of millions of lira. The shopkeeper ‘grudgingly’ accepted that he would have to settle for whatever assets she had. Some clothes, a nice camera, and her tight little body.
So here she was, chained to a stall in the Grand Bazaar, giving cheap blowjobs, cheap fucks, and waiting for somebody to offer and acceptable amount for the ownership of her body.
“Fucking Istanbul! Fucking guidebooks!” She thought. “All in all, I’m fucked!”
Renders by Julie and Melissa.
Alice in the Grand Bazaar.
“For once, just for fucking once, the fucking guide books didn’t exaggerate!”
Alice had looked forward to her stay in Istanbul. The history, the romance, the architecture, all had appealed to her. She had explored the historic monuments, Hagia Sofia, the Blue Mosque, so many of them. She had walked the streets and the alleys, wondering at the architecture, the bustle of this huge, incredibly ancient city that straddled two continents. She had particularly enjoyed the Grand Bazaar, that centuries old emporium that attracted almost a hundred million people a year.
“The Grand Bazaar was started in the 1460’s as a cloth market. It has grown ever since, until it is now possible to buy almost anything there. A wonderful place for the visitor to explore. A place that will transport them to fantasy land of clothing, handicrafts and almost anything the heart could desire.”
“Fucking guidebook,” Alice thought, as she sat on the hard floor, her legs spread wide, the taste of a stranger’s cum filling her mouth. “And now it’s me that is for sale! Me! Anything the fucking heart desires, indeed!”
TRY BEFORE YOU BUY! The sign above her head said in half a dozen different languages.
“How much is it for a blowjob?” She heard an American voice ask the woman who ran the stall. “One hundred lira, sir, twenty US Dollar,” the old bitch replied.
“You’re being ripped off,” Alice said to herself. She had always been good at numbers. “It’s more like thirteen or fourteen.” She thought.
“Can I come on her face, lady?”
“Of course.”
Alice heard the rustle of money. There was no point in resisting. She opened her mouth and looked into this hick tourist’s eyes, hoping to shame him. No such luck!
At least he was quick! Quick but very productive. Her face, her hair, her eyes were covered in thick, gooey cum. She lifted her hands to wipe her face. “Hayir!” The old woman’s voice was sharp. With a sigh Alice dropped her hands, blinked eyes free of the slimy stuff. She knew what that meant. “No!”
How could she have been so stupid? It had all seemed so innocent, a simple, ancient game, played by the Byzantines. The shopkeeper had offered to show her how to play. “We bet, play money, just to make it interesting.” Only after she had lost telephone numbers did he demand payment, in real money! Arguing was useless, there were suddenly ten male witnesses to support the shopkeeper. The police had come, attracted by her shouts, only to confirm that she was legally in debt to the tune of tens of millions of lira. The shopkeeper ‘grudgingly’ accepted that he would have to settle for whatever assets she had. Some clothes, a nice camera, and her tight little body.
So here she was, chained to a stall in the Grand Bazaar, giving cheap blowjobs, cheap fucks, and waiting for somebody to offer and acceptable amount for the ownership of her body.
“Fucking Istanbul! Fucking guidebooks!” She thought. “All in all, I’m fucked!”
Renders by Julie and Melissa.
