Dreaming of Jizzy (24 page)

With his back now completely turned to him, the kull dropped his baggy pants all the way to the stone floor and casually kicked them to the side. Then, the giant started massaging his long prick, preparing to drive it into Jizzy's tiny cunt. Standing between her spread legs now, which were secured down with iron manacles, the giant stroked his massive dick over and over again in eager anticipation of what was to come.

As Rick was looking at the giant's backside, he saw hanging down low between his two legs, two enormous, hairy testicles. The kull's balls were not just huge, they were like to hairy softballs in sacks hanging between his muscular legs, and Rick honestly couldn't believe their size.

Rick knew he couldn't waste any more time though. He had to act now. If this kull stuck that monster inside Jizzy, he might just kill her or ruin her forever. Breaking away from the wall then, Rick felt his heart hammering away in his chest, and he crept slowly forward a few inches at a time, just barely sliding his feet along the floor.

Just as the giant kull licked the palm of his hand and began massaging his phlegm onto the fat head of his dick, Rick was standing only a foot or two behind the giant, and he could plainly hear the giant kull chuckling under his breath, eager for what was coming next.

His mind racing in the moment, Rick honestly wasn't sure what to do? If he shot and killed the kull, he was sure many others would be on them in no time. If he didn't do something right away, Jizzy's pussy might be monstrously obliterated, and he thought there was honestly a good chance she could die from being speared by such a massive prick, regardless of Asha's reassurances that they couldn't kill her without the cap. Whatever he needed to do though, he needed to do it now while his blood was up for it.

Just as the giant took a step back and began to set the head of his giant dick against Jizzy's two moist pussy lips, Rick quickly decided on his course of action. Flipping the shotgun around in his hands so that he was now holding the barrel, Rick swung the shotgun in an upward ark with one hand, directly for the two monster testicles dangling freely between the kull's thick legs only a few feet in front of him.

Smack!

Just as the kull set his prick and was about to drive himself into Jizzy, the wooden stock of Rick's shotgun cleanly cracked right into the giant's balls. It was a perfect strike, and Rick could just imagine the kull's two nut-like testicles inside his balls being knocked around like two pinballs in a pinball machine. The next second, the kull gave out a painful howl and immediately collapsed onto the floor, completely surprised and protectively clutching this shattered nuts.

“Oh, I'm sorry! I thought you ordered your eggs scrambled!” Rick mocked, watching the kull cough and writhe in pain on the floor while pointing the business end of his shotgun at him.

The next heartbeat though, Kitty hissed out from behind him, and while pushing past him to attack the kull, she inadvertently knocked the shotgun out of his hands and onto the floor.

“Oh, shit!” Rick belted out as he immediately dropped down and scrambled around on the ground for his gun.

A moment later, when he finally had his shotgun back in his possession, Rick looked up and saw that Kitty had pounced on top of the kull's chest and, snarling like an angry cat, raked his neck and face repeatedly with her sharp claws. Completely overwhelmed by the surprise attack, the giant was in absolute agony, and it barked out in terror and tried to squirm away as Kitty freely shredded his tanned flesh with her claws.

Springing into action now that his adrenaline was freely pumping through his veins, Rick dashed around the other side of the squirming kull, who was desperately trying to dislodge Kitty from his chest, and with the wooden butt of his shotgun, Rick struck the kull repeatedly on the head. After the first two hard strikes, Rick heard a loud crack on the third, the kull went silent, and there was blood splatter all over the floor. Lost in a panicked fit and thinking if this giant somehow got up on his feet they were both dead, Rick continued to pummel the still form of the kull for another minute or two, until he was completely spent and out of breath.

A few minutes later, holding his bloody shotgun by the barrel in one hand, Rick stared down at the crushed and bloodied skull of the kull, and he had a sudden realization that he had actually killed another humanoid. His heart racing and his adrenaline pumping like mad, Rick just trembled and was stunned for several moments, staring at the twitching body of the giant at his feet.

It was Kitty pulling on his arm though that snapped him out of it, and Rick turned and stared at his feline companion in shock.

“What?! What is it?!” Rick asked, a little overwhelmed with everything that had just happened.

Kitty only gestured to the table nearby where Jizzy was strapped down, and Rick turned and stared over at her. Just as he suspected, Jizzy had been savagely beaten and her skin was discolored with bruising and peppered with dried blood here and there. Not only was there blood, but Rick saw what he could clearly tell were countless streaks on her flesh where semen had dried. He realized then that the kull had been having their way with her for quite some time now. Just the pitiful sight of her made his stomach sink though, and he turned his narrow eyes back to the twitching body of the kull on the floor and spit on the dead giant. While he had never killed anyone before, he felt completely justified in taking that giant's life.

Hardened by the sight of Jizzy, Rick knew that he had to get the hell out of there. As he struggled to unstrap Jizzy's naked body from the table, he only hoped that any sounds the kull had made were mistaken as the torturing of his victims instead. Finally freeing Jizzy a few minutes later, Rick held her head in his hands and tried to get her to come to, but she seemed hopelessly lost in a daze and only mumbled incoherently, not even recognizing him.

The thought then occurred to him that once she was of sound mind again, she could just wish herself well, and he intended to have her do so first thing, but for now, he couldn't hang around. The three of them had to get the hell out of there and back to the sewers to make their escape. Immediately dismissing the idea that Jizzy could wish them out of the dungeon and to safety, Rick solicited Kitty's help, and the two of them carefully carried the broken genie out of the torture chamber and back towards the sewer.

After several frantic minutes, where Rick honestly felt they'd have the whole of the kull army on them in no time, Rick and Kitty somehow managed to sneak back out of the palace dungeon and back down the iron ladder, all along carrying the half-conscious genie with them. Now standing back in the sewers, Rick honestly couldn't believe their luck, and after taking a couple deep breaths of relief, he decided that he definitely didn't want to do anything like that ever again. As it was quite a struggle for the two of them to carry the genie as far as they had, Rick definitely had it in his mind to somehow revive her, so that she might be able to simply wish them out of there.

“Damn it! We need to wake her up. She needs to be up. We need to wake her somehow... Snap out of it, Jizzy! Snap out of it!...” Rick frustratingly rambled, cupping Jizzy's bloody face in his hands and watching her beautiful blue eyes roll back into her head again as she abruptly swooned.

His eyes then resting on the tiny flaming servant that Darkness had created to help him escape the city, Rick watched the flaming humanoid bow and then start off down the tunnel, expecting them to follow.

“No, wait! Let's take a break here. I'm spent. I also don't want to carry her the whole fucking way,” Rick breathed, trying to catch his breath.

As he watched the tiny flaming servant stop, Rick realized he needed more help than just Kitty to see all this through. He was stuck in quite a dilemma, and he knew that he'd have to call on all his resources to see him through it. Maybe there was something Darkness could do to pull Jizzy from her catatonic state? Maybe she could heal her? Maybe she knew something he didn't?

“Darkness!” Rick called, gritting his teeth and shaking his head.

A moment later, Rick felt a chill run down his spine, and at the same time, he felt his penis suddenly start to stiffen, as if it unconsciously knew dripping sex was only heartbeats away. Swallowing the spittle that reflexively splashed into his mouth, Rick turned his head away from the light, which he had placed on the floor, and he saw the inviting curves of the teasing demon in the shadows.

“You called?” Darkness sultry voice asked in her usual playful way.

“I rescued Jizzy, but there is something wrong with her. I don't know if it is from the torture, or...?” Rick began before being cutoff.

“The seers. They have drugged her.”

“Drugged her?”

“Yes, that is why I left you with my little servant. I expected as much,” Darkness casually explained.

“But why would they do that?” Rick asked, cradling Jizzy's head in his hands while Kitty stood nearby with his shotgun in hand.

“The answer to that question is rather obvious. Do you really need me to...?” Darkness sarcastically began, her voice bored.

“Yes, I need you to answer! I... I'm fucking new to all this shit! Just a day ago, I was sitting at a desk in an office, selling clients on bullshit investment products, and listening to my neighbor fart all day. I'm not familiar at all with all these kull, seers, and their ways,” Rick explained, his voice strained and more than a little frustrated.

“Because she is a djinn with miraculous powers, Rick, she poses a serious threat to them. If she were herself and not in a drugged state, she could protect herself against their designs. When they captured her, they likely first drugged her with a needle-shot from a blowgun. It is how the seers like to work. They are more like djinn bounty hunters really, quite clever,” Darkness calmly explained.

“So... So they've kept her drugged this whole time? How long will the effects last? Can you cure her?” Rick riffled off, his eyes wandering back to the demon's alluring silhouette and his mind remembering the all the pleasurable sensations he had running his tool in and out of her.

“The effects are easily...” Darkness began, but then she suddenly stopped and her voice became more urgent with the next words she said. “Wait! Where is the bottle?!”

“What?!”

“Where is the bottle, Rick?!”

“The bottle?! I don't know? What does it matter? I have the cap. I have control. I am the master,” Rick shot back defensively.

“No! The bottle is required still, Rick. You must go back and get it,” Darkness immediately instructed.

At her words, Rick's eyes bulged, and he felt like she had just asked him to climb Mount Everest while doing a handstand. There was no way on Earth he wanted to go back up there into that dungeon. There just had to be another way.

“Go back and get it!? Are you fucking crazy?! Those kull are giants! We were lucky to escape with Jizzy without getting caught. I am
not
going back up there!” Rick insisted, suddenly shooting to his feet to protest.

“Did you not see the bottle with her?” Darkness continued to press, taking a step forward.

“No... No, I didn't. What does it matter? I have the cap and Jizzy!” Rick repeated in frustration, pulling the ornate cap from his pocket and showing it to the demon.

“All three are required, Rick. You must go back and get the bottle. There is no other way. If you don't, they will be able to easily track you down once they realize you have fled with her. Her powers are limited without the bottle anyway. You see, you have to have that bottle,” Darkness insisted.

“Fuck! Why didn't you say that before?!” Rick shouted back in frustration, waving his hand at her in anger.

“I thought you knew that already. Are you sure the bottle wasn't where she was being held?” Darkness asked again.

“No, it wasn't there! She was in a torture room of some kind. I would have noticed it there. It would have stuck out,” Rick frustratingly returned, shaking his head at the absurdity of what he was being asked to do.

“Then perhaps try Manza-zar's audience chamber... or his bedroom,” Darkness then helpfully suggested.

“What the fuck are you talking about!? What the fuck am I supposed to do, walk up and ask the asshole for it back? Hi, I am that dummy, Rick, you've been hunting for, and I just rescued Jizzy. She's actually down in the sewers right now, but, uh, I win asshole, so surrender the bottle too,” Rick sarcastically rambled.