Dreaming of Jizzy (23 page)
He realized then, that this is what he wanted after all. If he wanted an easy life, which he honestly felt was more torture than it was easy, he could have made that choice, gave up the cap to Jizzy's bottle, and stayed on Earth. He had been living that other life for years though, and he knew, when he was honest with himself, that he was miserable most of those years living it. In deciding to leave Earth and rescue Jizzy, Rick knew he was reaching for something more within himself. This was going to be a challenge. That challenge was scary, but it was also what he wanted. He knew the only way forward at this point was to continue on this personal quest to rescue Jizzy. Any hesitation or thought otherwise wasn't beneficial and had to be purged from his thoughts, or he'd otherwise risk compromising his intended goal and, more importantly, his very life. Steeling himself then and pursing his lips, Rick nodded at Kitty, privately thankful that he had her by his side.
“Thanks, Kitty. You ready?”
In response, his feline companion kissed his cheek and nodded her head. His spirits once again buoyed, Rick opened the door back up, and he cautiously stepped out of the storeroom with his shotgun pointing directly in front him. Rick still didn't hear or sense anything, but after taking only a few steps down the hall to the left towards the stairs, he felt Kitty touch his arm once again. Glancing quickly back over his shoulder, he saw Kitty pointing in the opposite direction, down the long corridor towards the bend on the far end.
Immediately realizing one way was just as good as another to him and guessing Kitty must be hearing something that he wasn't, Rick nodded his head and the two started cautiously down the wide corridor, sticking close to one side of the wall. With his heart steadily pounding in his ears, Rick wanted to keep a nice steady pace. Creeping around was one thing, but the last thing he honestly wanted was someone to come marching up from behind and surprise them. He knew he needed to be cautious but direct in his approach.
After reaching the far end of the hall where it cut sharply to the right, Rick paused for just a heartbeat and listened. After just a second, Kitty touched his arm again and nodded, and Rick started back down the hallway. After traveling a few dozen steps, the corridor descended further down a short stairwell and then divided and branched off to either side.
It occurred to Rick then that if Darkness was being honest, and she really could hear Jizzy being tortured, the genie had to be somewhere close to that hatchway for her voice to carry down into the sewers. After quickly descending the brief stairwell, Rick paused again, and at his side, Kitty leaned out and peeked down either direction. In both instances, either left or right, Rick saw the two passageways immediately turned off, so he couldn't see very far down either one. Kitty though, motioned for him to head right, and Rick nodded and then proceeded down that corridor without any hesitation.
It didn't take long for Rick to start down this tunnel when he heard for the first time what sounded like muffled voices, almost as if they were incoherent or drunk. As soon as he picked up on the first hint of a sound, Rick came to an abrupt halt and tried to listen for more, but though the muttering continued, he couldn't make out for the life of him what exactly was being said. Whoever it was though sounded drunk or sleepy, and the muttering went on and on, in a rambling, chaotic fashion.
Taking another deep breath, Rick snug himself up against the right side of the wall, and he continued down another set of steps. Once he reached the base of the steps, he saw the hallway proceeded another dozen feet and then opened up into a much larger chamber. As much as he could see inside this chamber up ahead, he saw what looked like some tables with some iron instruments on them, but he didn't see any movement inside this open space from his perspective.
Taking it much slower now, Rick slid along the right-hand side of the wall, staying as flush against it as possible and with the barrel of his shotgun pointed at the floor directly in front of him. Behind him, Kitty followed his lead, and after carefully slide-stepping to the very end of the passageway, Rick leaned his head out and peeked into the chamber for just long enough to see what was inside.
The connecting chamber was a broad and spacious room with simple stone pillars placed every few feet holding up the high ceiling overhead. Like the rest of the hallway, this room was exceptionally well-lit by those same brilliant crystals he had seen elsewhere. The first thing Rick locked onto were the tables he saw from a distance, and he saw that they were not just tables, but some of them were in fact cruel torture devices. He saw what he immediately recognized as a rack, where one might be stretched until their joints separated and bones snapped. He also saw that some of these were in fact tables, but had cruel instruments of torture on them, soiled with dried blood. Even as he examined the room, a strong coppery smell flooded into his nostrils, and as his eyes scanned the spacious chamber, he felt immediately repulsed by dried pools of blood and blood spattering on the stone walls and pillars.
As soon as his eyes touched on these macabre instruments of torture, Rick swallowed hard thinking of Jizzy and what exactly the kull might have done to her. His eyes desperately skipping all around the room, Rick sought out the wavering voices, and he saw, chained against the walls, perhaps a dozen kull prisoners. Rick had no idea what any of these kull captives might have done, but all of the prisoners were bloodied, beaten, malnourished, and in a desperate condition, hanging onto life by mere threads. The crazed ramblings he had heard in the hallway came from a couple of the giant kull, who, barely lucid, were incessantly rambling and carrying on with themselves, lost in world of pain, suffering, and delirium. Thinking of Jizzy again, Rick knew the kull couldn't kill her until they had that cap in his pocket, but they could certainly make her life a living hell, as illustrated by these other unfortunate souls before him.
Though his eyes did a quick double-take of the spacious torture chamber, Rick didn't see Jizzy anywhere, and, thankfully, he also didn't see any guards anywhere either. Realizing she wasn't in that room and there were no other adjoining passageways entering it, Rick knew he had to move on. He wasn't sure exactly where to go, but he still believed that Jizzy just had to be somewhere nearby.
Moving carefully away from the entrance of the chamber, Rick blinked several times, and he knew he'd have to check elsewhere. Carefully ascending the brief stairwell again, Rick hugged the wall, and just as he was about to turn around the corner, he heard the scraping of loud footsteps directly in front of him. Immediately freezing in place and petrified with fear, Rick then watched as a nine-foot kull, wearing crimson baggy pants, pointy black shoes, and a white turban, hurry down the steps on his right and abruptly turned to the left. Completely overcome with fear, Rick just stood there stunned and unable to act. As he stood a step out from the corner of the wall, Rick knew he was half-exposed, but he was so paralyzed by fear, he just locked up, only his bulging eyes moving to follow the giant.
Even though he thought for certain he had been discovered, Rick, to his amazement, watched the kull turn and disappear down the left-hand passageway. It was only a heartbeat later that Rick realized that the kull somehow hadn't seen him, and he knew with a cold certainty if that kull had just turned and looked in his direction, instead of being lost in his own world and in a hurry, he would have seen him plain as day standing there. Swallowing hard and feeling sweat trickle down the back of his neck, Rick stepped back around the corner and let out a couple long breaths in order to relax himself because he felt himself on the doorstep of panic.
Blinking his eyes several times and trying to calm down, Rick realized just how close they had been to being discovered. Uncontrollably trembling, Rick felt his heart beating even harder than before. Realizing he couldn't stay where he was forever, Rick pointed his shotgun in front of him, and then purposefully started for the stairwell heading back the way they had come and away from wherever that giant was going. All Rick knew was that he wanted to get as far away from that nine-foot kull as possible. But, just as he started quickly ascending the stairwell, Rick heard just a hint of a wavering voice in the air, and immediately his head whipped around and stared down the passageway he had seen that kull go down only seconds before.
Without question, Rick knew Jizzy's voice and that was it. A step behind him, Kitty abruptly swung around too, and she looked back up at him with questioning eyes. Nodding his head back at her, Rick realized, he was going to have to follow wherever that kull went if he was going to rescue Jizzy.
Skipping back down the few steps he had just ascended, Rick tiptoed to the corner of the left passage nearby, and he peeked his head around the corner, just for a second. Just like the right-hand corridor he had just left behind him, he saw there was a brief stairwell heading down, and he guessed that it too led to an open chamber below. Remembering all the blood, suffering, and carnage he saw in that other torture chamber, Rick swallowed hard, imagining what they could have done to Jizzy in captivity.
Steadying himself, Rick once again pressed himself against the wall, and he started down the brief stairwell. After taking just a few steps, Rick heard Jizzy's voice again, and like those other tortured souls in the chamber around the corner, her voice wavered, almost as if she were drunk. Knowing she was near, Rick stayed focused on the task at hand, and he pushed himself onward. If he could get to her and have her quickly make a few wishes, they'd all be out of this jam in no time, he reasoned.
As he suspected, after reaching the base of the stone stairwell, Rick saw the hallway ended only a dozen or so feet in front of him, but in this case, he immediately saw both Jizzy and the white turban giant he had spotted only a minute or two before. At the sight of his genie, Rick's heart immediately sunk though, as he saw the crimson color of dried blood over her naked flesh.
Strapped down on a cross-like device that was not upright but positioned parallel to the floor a couple feet off the ground, Rick saw Jizzy's beautiful body discolored, beaten, and bloodied. With the soles of her feet pointed at him, Rick couldn't see her face, but could see her pretty blonde hair was tangled and matted with blood. Completely naked, Jizzy was secured to this cruel device by cold iron manacles around her wrists and ankles. As she laid there with her legs spread far apart, the genie helplessly mumbled and squirmed, but she seemed dazed and out of it, much like the other hopeless prisoners he saw in the other chamber.
Looming over her, Rick saw the dark-skinned kull staring down at her face, and he had two fingers shoved inside her pussy, slowly moving them in and out of her. The giant kull was smiling as he methodically fingered her, and with his back mostly turned to him, the giant didn't seem to notice Rick or Kitty standing only a few dozen feet away in the open passageway. Rick could hear the moistness of Jizzy's pussy as it lathered up at the giant's probing though, and the kull smiled, reached down, and stroked his meat in his baggy pants with his free hand as he finger-fucked the helpless genie.
Quickly taking a peek around the rest of the spacious room, Rick saw it was very similar to the other torture chamber around the corner, full of cruel implements and devices intended to cause suffering, but he could plainly see that there was no one else inside the room but this giant kull and Jizzy. In addition, like that other room, this chamber did not have any other entrances or exits either.
Thinking quick, Rick carefully pressed himself up against the wall, all the while keeping his shotgun leveled on the giant. As he slid down the wall closer to the entrance of the spacious chamber, Rick watched the kull continue to toy with Jizzy, twisting his wrists and shoving his two fingers deep inside her wet vagina. As he did so, Jizzy moaned and writhed, but she didn't verbally protest, and almost appeared as if she were drunk or only half-conscious.
After a minute or two of fingering, the kull then pulled his wet fingers free of her juicy cunt, and he licked them off one at a time, all the while staring down at her beaten face. After enjoying a taste, the nine-foot kull then reached down and squeezed her naked perky breast, and then he flicked her puffy nipple a few times with his finger, not playfully, but like he was trying to hurt her instead. In fact, he flicked her so hard, Rick could plainly hear the slapping sound of his fat finger striking her nipple, and then he watched Jizzy squirm and moan in response.
Having about seen enough and feeling anger boiling up inside of him, Rick was quickly riffling through all his options in his mind. He had never even considered killing anyone before, but this kull was getting a lot of votes for being his first victim. The only problem was, how many other kull were nearby? Surely, if he started openly blasting away with his shotgun, other kull would come running?
As he considered all his options in the next seconds, Rick watched the giant reached down and drop his baggy crimsons pants, and Rick was shocked to see a dick larger than any other dick he had ever seen with his own two eyes before. Easily the size of Rick's entire forearm and maybe twice as thick, like the fat end of a baseball bat, the kull's dick was a beast of a penis, and he honestly wondered if he might not just outright kill Jizzy if he speared her with such a behemoth. After all, Jizzy was even shorter than he was, and this kull was not only nine-feet tall but big-boned on top of it. Quickly shuffling through his thoughts, Rick knew he was going to have to do something and quick.