Free Jalia on the Road (Jalia - World of Jalon) by John Booth Page B

slid dangerously below her. Jalia tried to free her arms and legs from the ropes tying her to the bedposts
    “Jurd is really going to enjoy you. I hope he leaves enough of you for us to have a go after,” one of them said with a snicker before he pinched her breast brutally. Jalia struggled and tried to curse, but all she could get out of her mouth were incomprehensible noises. The fairy laughed appreciatively and piched her other breast before leaving.
    Jalia knew she had only a few minutes before King Jurd arrived. She wondered why Daniel had worked so hard to shout the word sword at her. She concluded the dagger might not respond to the name dagger, but needed to be addressed as magic sword instead.
    Jurd strode into the room and removed his clothes. Jalia gulped as she discovered fairies were disproportionately large in certain parts of their anatomy. What stood up before her was undoubtedly bigger than any human version.
    It seemed likely this experience would kill her. Jalia doubted she could take that thing inside her and live. Jurd walked over to the bed and cast an admiring eye over her body. Jalia squirmed, being careful to keep her buttocks still. She had no wish to be sliced and diced by her own actions.
    Jurd picked up a knife he had discarded with his clothes and held it close to Jalia’s face. “I could pluck your eyes out but I prefer you to be able to see what I am doing to you,” he said and chuckled.
    He used the knife to cut off her clothes, running the knife across her body from her breasts down to between her legs. “First I shall satisfy my lust and then I shall find out how much pain you can take. I want to hear your screams, they always give me pleasure.”
    Jurd pulled the gag from her mouth and Jalia had a single chance to act.
    “Magic Sword cut off his balls”, she shouted as Jurd leaned over her.
    The King screamed like a girl as the magic dagger extricated itself from Jalia’s backside without cutting her and the king’s testicles dropped to the floor, neatly severed by the flying blade. Blood spurted and he fell to the floor just after them.
    “Magic Sword cut his throat and then free me,” Jalia said wearily. She tottered to her feet and looked down at the King. Apparently, fairies do not die instantly when their throats are cut, as he gurgled on the floor, drowning slowly in the blood from the wound. Jalia removed her magic ring from his unresisting hand. Then she decided she might as well give him one last treat to see him out. She picked up the magic dagger and moved towards him. His eyes grew wide in horror as she grabbed his manhood and lifted the blade.
    Getting her slashed clothes to stay on her was more difficult. Fortunately, her coat was long enough to provide her with some cover. She used Jurd’s belt to tie her skirt together.
    Jalia knew she should rescue Daniel as he was about to be tortured. But the lure of finding the fairy treasure was irresistible and she decided to seek out the dungeons just as soon as she had explored a few rooms.
    The King’s apartments connected together through a series of doors. No one was about and she passed swiftly through the rooms. She found one filled with glass pedestals with jewels resting on their tops. She started filling her pockets.
    It was only when her skirt fell down from the weight that Jalia decided she had better get on and rescue Daniel. She had no idea how much time had gone by.
    Deciding that the dungeons would have to be somewhere below where she stood as it was the traditional location, she crept through the castle. She looked for stairs leading down and finally found a spiral stone staircase.
    In the disgustingly dirty tunnels beneath the castle she found a door guarded by a couple of fairies. This was the sort of place she expected to find Daniel. It was the work of seconds to whisper a command to the magic dagger and get it to kill the guards. They fell silently, the dagger moving so swiftly that they never knew