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Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 00

By: kitty_siam



Chapter 1 - 9223931

As I sit in my quarters aboard the battle cruiser Shinawatra looking over the contents of the small metal box that contains the sum of my pre Kitty possessions, my fingers hold and run over a soft cloth patch with the words, "Aviation Apprentice." My dark eyes scan the contents of the box and settle on my old ID disk with the number "9223931" stamped across it in raised letters, which was also imprinted in barcode form on the back of my neck at long ago. These items are all that remains of my life before becoming Kitty Siam. 

The first 18 years of my life I was known as contract number 9223931 which translates to lot 92, batch, 23, matrix 3931. One of my crew mates who has a thing for historical music sometimes plays an old recording of a song called, "Feel Like A Number" and complains often how without his service number no one would recognize him. The secret that I once had a number for a name is something that I dare not let out to my crewmates. After the Eugenics War we are not very welcome among those that were created the old fashioned way. Even today were I to be discovered on one of Earth's colonies I would be hunted, locked away, executed or dissected even though for all outward appearances I am a totally normal looking Asian female.

I shudder when I think of what other ways the brilliant engineers at Osaka Eugenics could have configured this body and brain had my creation and configuration been contracted by another firm or individual. I shouldn't laugh but I always do when I think of Alondra, one of my matrix mates across the courtyard who was created with a perfect set of double D breasts, a vagina, a 30 cm (12 inch) fully functional penis and a set of balls the size of a rhino. As hard as we tried we could not learn who or what commissioned him/her/it.

If you want a miner to work in the high gravity, low oxygen atmosphere of PY3-948, they can design and produce thousands of them for you. If you want a disease proof, pain tolerant, flexible and totally submissive prostitute that can take on three Dozi at once for the brothels of Anxar Two, they can build one for you. For some reason the engineers at Osaka Eugenics excelled at designing prostitutes and concubines. It's a Japanese thing I'm told dating back to old Hentai mangas. Old traditions die hard I suppose, but I was a different design that incorporated the basic female package that they use on all their girls except that Thai DNA was requested instead of the usual Japanese base sequence. I've heard that Mister Drax prefers tall blond girls in his service, but being that the flight deck of the standard shuttle is quite cramped, my size was contracted to be a little smaller than his normal preference. Thankfully I did turn out to be a little taller than the average Asian woman. Topping out at 167 cm (5'6") made things a bit more comfortable for me on long flights. I like to think that my lack of height was chosen for comfort but as an experienced pilot, I know that weight is important too and shorter girls weigh less.

The Drax Corporation contracted my creation, and I'm told that Hugo Drax participated in and approved my final design personally. As I grew older I found it odd that someone at the top of the corporate food chain would personally take an interest in my design and development. On occasion he would visit the facility to check on my progress. My function was to be a corporate shuttle pilot, transporting executives from destination to destination and when authorized, taking care of all of their needs. Part of my duties would be transporting executives, scientists, generals, government officials and such. In these cases, my job was to gather information in any way possible including but not limited to espionage and seduction. It seemed an easy task to pump a person for information when you had them voluntarily confined to a small area for a long trip. It was always made clear to me in my training that the protection of my passengers and cargo would take priority even over my own safety, so above average speed, strength, and agility were also incorporated into my DNA matrix.

Some of my genetic make up is experimental. Some of the details I know, some I do not. I knew about the feline DNA in my early teens from the times I went into heat and had to be locked in my room and or sedated. I was lucky that it only lasted for about a week. The feline DNA was spliced in so I could see better in the dark, move quickly, attack silently, and hear whispers and warnings at long distances without the aid of mechanical or electrical devices that could easily be detected upon entering a port of space station. These were good traits for a spy or a bodyguard, but incorporating them into a human had to cost Mister Drax quite a few extra credits. 

There were other species of DNA used I suspect but I cannot find out what they were and if anyone else found out, Osaka Corporation would be out of business, the scientists imprisoned and I would be destroyed. The Earth Alliance and the others member planets of the Pan Galactic Consortium (PGC) do not mind scientists experimenting with DNA from their own home world, but they take a harsh stance against using off world DNA to create enhanced life forms like me, or the genetic mutations that had resulted from previous attempts to create genetically superior humanoids.

The incorporation of foreign DNA did not come without a price. The others in my matrix and in my barracks were just given several pills per month to lock in their spliced DNA. Being that my construction was so advanced, for me it meant several IVs per month that at first were quite debilitating and painful. After a while though my body got used to it and adapted, and the treatments were less in number and duration. The doctors told me that it was my body accepting its configuration and I was building up a higher than normal tolerance to pain. 

My dread was always the wait for the anti-agapic that I would be given once I turned eighteen. This was a cocktail of chemicals and natural fluids that was still highly experimental and I would be the first humanoid subject to take it. The anti-agapic would lock my spliced genetic makeup into its current configuration for the rest of my life and I would no longer have to take the periodic treatments. I had been told that in lab animals it allowed them to regenerate quickly after a traumatic injury and that it slowed or even stopped the aging process. The upside was that I would be locked into an eighteen year old face and body that looked like that of a fifteen or sixteen year old for the rest of my life. I suppose most Earth women would kill for that sort of treatment. The downside is that the conversion process is extremely painful and in most lab tests with primates, brutally fatal. This would not deter my owner, he wanted his spy, he wanted his pilot, and if I did not survive the process, he would have created another, and another, until they got it right.

Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 01



Sweet Eighteen At Last

My eighteenth birthday was one for the record books. All the hot guys from my matrix were there, and of course so where their sisters. There was wine, been, whisky, and all sorts of mind altering chemicals. It didn't take long for the drink to loosen everyone up, that's when the orgy started. Clothing was ripped off, and the guest began rutting like the whores on New Gomorrah (PKX-1180) when the Centauri fleet is in.

Ok, so now the truth, there was a party, and 7 of us had turned 18 today with just food and assorted soft drinks. I have to mention that sex, drugs, and alcohol are forbidden of course, and most Osaka Eugenics contracts state that the product will be delivered in a virginal state. Even though my contract did not include that provision, company rules still applied. In all honesty this rule caused me to lose a lot of sleep. As I mentioned earlier, once administered the anti-agapic, my body would return to it's original state before the treatment was administered. If you have not guessed by now, that means that every time I had sex, would be like the first time. That is right, a self-repairing hymen, an eternal virgin, which would ensure that every time for me would be painful.

My eyes scanned the room looking over the men and boys, wondering if one of them would like to save me from a lifetime of sexual pain. Hoping that one of them would approach me with such an interest but alas, it was not to be. They know that the punishment for sex within the matrix was forbidden. Then the though hit me... I could always take care of things myself. Maybe find a carrot, a candle or something similar in shape to do the deed. Oh who am I kidding, I've touched myself there before and couldn't help it but make loud purring sounds. My pod mates would hear me for sure. Maybe a little embarrassment would be worth it, or maybe the serum I would take in the morning would be fatal and this issue would be resolved.

As the evening went on I had my share of food and company approved drink. It was getting late and people began slipping off to their barracks. There were not many left now, just a few staff and the birthday girls. As the seven of us headed to the door to leave I was stopped by one of the matrix staff managers and was asked to follow him. The other 6 birthday girls were free to leave on their own while I was escorted to a guest room in another building. As I walked into the guest room I couldn't help but notice how luxurious it was. There was a full kitchen, living room, den, and a huge bedroom. Ok, so now I'm thinking that they know that the serum in the morning is going to kill me and I'm about to be offered a last meal and a cigarette.

For about 20 minutes I had the suite all to myself. Of course I just had to explore. I was just admiring the sonic hot tub and contemplating a quick soak when the main door opened. So much for that idea I thought as I quickly moved toward the door. As I exited the bath area I stopped dead in my tracks and froze when I noticed Mister Drax and his entourage standing in the entertainment area. There were several bodyguards on either side of him, along with his traveling secretary and a pretty impressive looking boy who seemed to be about my age. He looked at me as I started at him. I could sense that he was nervous about something and for some reason the short hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. I didn't even notice that my rather large nipples were standing firm inside my Osaka Eugenics standard issue white form fitting jump suit. I've been around boys my own age before but they were usual GENS (genetically modified) like myself. I was beginning to wonder if someone had slipped something into my drinks at the party.

I was startled back to reality when I was called to the table where my benefactor had taken a seat, "come sit" he said and with little hesitation I did as I was told. Sitting on his left, with the boy on my right. "This is William, my grandson. I've told him so much about you and wanted him to meet you". I smiled to both of them in turn, "nice to meet you Sir William" which brought a smile to his face, as he looked me over in detail. For a moment I thought he was actually going to drool as his eyes focused on my breasts. (They are 32C for those of you wondering).

For an hour or so we talked and I was able to ask many of the questions that have been rattling around inside my head for years. From time to time William did his best to touch me as often as he could. His hand brushing against mine, his leg doing the same. At one point he was even bold enough to rest his hand palm down on my thigh and give my thigh a bit of a massage. To that I just smiled and went on with the conversation. After all, I was company property and they could do with me as they wished, who was I to complain.

Mister Drax looked at me, and then look at William then stood and dismissed his staff. "All of you, wait for me in the hallway, I need some time alone with the girl". His security chief complained about leaving him alone, to which Mister Drax dismissed his protest with, "She can protect me as well as you can, so leave me, I'll be fine". Of course as Mister Drax stood I did as well, it was all part of my training and breeding. This gave William one last chance to check out my... um.... assets as the security detail swept the rest of the entourage from the room. Now, let's get to the reason we are hear tonight he said as he sat and took my small hand in his. Here is your first mission for me. 

My grandson William just turned 18, and the boy has been humping his hand, the furniture and even took a shot at a few of the maids. Two of which complained the even after he got them naked, he had no idea what to do. Too much time on the holo decks I suppose. Your mission is to make the boy a man tonight. My heart skipped a beat as I was told what was expected of me. All I could do was smile. But then my smile faded a bit as I was brought back to reality and my training... Sir, I said, what about the virginity directive? How far am I permitted to go I asked? To which my benefactor encouraged, "go as afar as you feel necessary, I'm sure you wouldn't want to feel that first time pain every time would you?" By now I was smiling from ear to ear and thinking, "this is going to be a night this boy will never forget, and the best birthday present I could ever get"... 

GENERAL QUARTERS! GENERAL QUARTERS, ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS... GENERAL QUARTERS! GENERAL QUARTERS! PREPARE TO LAUNCH FIGHTERS, ALL SCOUT CREWS TO YOUR STATIONS! Here we go again... hitting save on my tablet and donning my flight gear. In the hallway I meet up with my command crew and head to the launch bay. "Orion 412 manned and ready for launch" I inform the bridge as myself and the crew buckle in... looking over my shoulder to Colonel Sempolski, "Orders Sir?" Stand by one he says, "Jump point activated, possible hostile inbound, LAUNCH LAUNCH LAUNCH!" My hand keys in the anti grav sequence then pulls back on the throttles, the engines roar to life as our craft streaks out into space to join up with 412th fighter squadron...



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 02



The First Course

Nothing to see here, just keep moving. That's right, we scrambled for a lot of nothing. I am not sure what happened but a jump point opened up and a stream of scrap metal poured out. It looked like it was a parts of ship at one time, though I could not tell it's size, shape, or origin. My guess is that the ship had entered hyperspace after a jump point was opened, then exploded before coming out on our end. Ok, ok, I'm not part of the investigation, I am just a lowly lieutenant but that is how I see it from the fly bys and scans we took of the area. Oh well, this will be solved at a higher pay grade than mine.

My landing back on board the Thaksin was flawless as always. Had a quick shower, and a change into some comfy clothing followed by a running dive onto the bed. Yes, even at 23 years old I can be playful... now let's see, where did I leave off? Oh yes, young Sir William.

Mister Drax left the room with a wink and warning for the both of us, "Have fun you two", then in a teasing manner said, "William, don't leave any marks on the girl, I'll be very upset if you mark up my prized Siamese kitten". So now you know where Kitty Siam came from. Ok, so I changed the word order when I was asked to pick my name. Most girls are not afforded this opportunity. Their names are chosen for them. Some of the names they are given are so unfortunate for a genetically beautiful girl. 

As the door closed and Mister Drax was gone, I turned my attention to my mission for the night. I looked young William up and down, checking him out in detail. He was a good-looking guy, tall, strong, and dressed well. Of course he was dressed well, he belonged to one of the richest families in the known universe. He was dressed a little too well I remarked to myself. As I moved closer my fingers went to the disengage tab on my company issues cat suit and with a soft hiss the fabric parted from my neck down to my genetically hairless little triangle. With a quick shrug the garment slid easily off my shoulders. 

My eyes moved from the bulge growing in my date's pants to watch his facial expression as my suit parted and displayed the twins. I swear he was about to drool. Standing in front of him now I could see that he was about a full 31 cm (12 in) taller than me. Looking up at him I took his hands in mine and moved the to my exposed breasts, helping him cup them and squeeze softly. Once he was enjoying himself with the twins I moved my hands to his shirt, loosening the buttons one at a time then pushing the shirt off his shoulders to the floor. "Wow did he have a nice chest", I thought to my self as I ran my slender fingers over his skin.

My fingers worked their way down his chest, over his tummy to his trousers. It took seconds to release the catch and let them slide down his legs to the floor. It was then that his manhood sprung forward and flopped against my bare tummy. It felt heavy against my skin but I didn't want to go for it right away, instead I leaned in and pressed my lips to his left nipple, for soft lick. I did not know a man's nipples were so sensitive but as I sucked his into my mouth I could feel him tremble and his knees almost give out. Oh yeah, I had to do more of this so as I sucked his nipple, I flicked my tongue over the tip causing him to squirm and moan all the more. The more he squirmed, the harder I sucked, and at the same time, the harder his hands kneaded my breasts. Yes I too was getting as turned on as him but my training and genetics allowed me not to show it. In all honesty I wanted it as bad as he did. 

I could feel him now slowly rocking his hips, sliding his bare manhood over my tummy and if my feelings were correct, it was leaking a little and leaving a trail of clear goo over my tummy. "Ok, time for a taste" I thought to myself as my fingers slide down to his thick man-branch. He was not all that long, maybe 17 cm (7 in) or so but he was very thick and heavy and I could just get my fingers curled fully around his girth. I know now that this should have concerned me but then, I did not care how big it was or how much it was going to hurt; I was going to get this thing inside me no matter what happened.

My hand slowly slid up and down his length as I pulled my lips from his chest, slowly slipping to my knees as I kissed and licked my way down his tummy, stopping for a few seconds to circle his bellybutton with my tongue. Now on my knees I'm staring at his hard tool in my hand. Pointing the tip toward my lips I flick out my tongue and just like a cute little kitten, give the tip a lick, and tasting the clear cream. I could feel his body tremble as my lips parted to take him in. The pointed tip was easy to get in but I felt myself struggling to get my mouth open enough to take him in. After a few tries and a lot of moisture from my lips and tongue I had him sliding in easy. It was still a tight fit but now I could get most of him inside.

My free hand slid up his thigh to press against his hairless nut sack, pressing gently against it with my palm, trying to gauge how heavy it was, trying to guess how much was in there as my mouth moved slowly up and down his now soaked shaft. As my mouth slid down he would push forward a little, trying to get me to take more inside my mouth but with his girth, that was a pretty difficult task. Several times he pushed hard and the head of his staff hit the back of my throat. Gag reflex? What gag reflex? That is another thing I don't have due to the advances of genetic engineering.

I could hear him breathing heavier as my mouth moved faster, and then after a while I felt his hands in my hair, holding my head firmly as he started to thrust on his own. Each time he would push in I would release the pressure of my lips around him and as he would pull back I would suck hard to compress my cheeks in around him for added friction.

A few minutes more of that and his fingers were twisting into my hair, then suddenly with one powerful thrust the first thick jet of sperm blasted out of him and splashed against the back of my throat and coated the inside of my mouth. Unable to swallow at the moment with him moving like a piston in and out of my mouth I closed my lips tightly around him and let him fill my mouth. Then with one last loud groan and thrust he came his last, squirting the last full thick load into my mouth. 

My dark eyes looked up at him as I pulled my lips off his gooey staff. With a soft wink I tilted my head back and opened my mouth to let him see what I had captured. With a smile he looked down at me as I closed my lips and swallowed, all the time keeping my eyes locked to his.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 03



 Chapter 4 - The Main Course

He let go of my hair and went on a several minute rant about how good that felt and that he had never felt anything so good. I wanted to believe him but knowing that I had the skills but not the experience made me think that this was just his inexperience talking. I moved my lips back to his still half hard member, kissing it softly and flicking my little pink tongue over his still quivering organ, cleaning up the little strings of his seed that escaped my lips. He was a sensitive one after his big explosion and I was not helping things much that I was poking his sensitive spots with my tongue and sucking on the tip as I attempted to coax out every last drop.

I was having so much fun teasing and licking him that I did not notice for a while that he was fully hard again. I am so lucky to have such a cooperative stud for my first time. Now that he was hard again it was my turn to play, and I am not talking balls of yarn here. Taking matters in hand (grabbing him by the penis) I took him across the room. I did not have to force the issue; he came willingly, following me across the room to the couch. As we walked the short distance I knew I was ready. I could feel some leakage running down the inside of my thigh. Once at the couch I turned him around and gave him a gentle push. Pushing just enough to let him know I wanted him to sit, and of course he complied.

My hand moves to his chest and pushes him back into the couch as I step forward and straddle his legs... leaning forward I take his manhood in my free hand to guide it to the wet opening between my legs. Thinking about how much everyone says this is going to hurt I slide down slowly, feeling the small head slip in easy, then feeling more resistance as the fat shaft sinks in past my bald lips. Then there is, the slow soft tinge of pain that tells me the moment has arrived, the moment of truth as his head is pressing against my virginity. As I thought to myself, slow or fast, which would hurt more? William reaches out and rests his large hands on my small slender hips and with one quick movement he pushes down and thrusts up into me by surprise. 

My hymen is shredded in one quick second and his thick tool wedges halfway up into me. I look down at him for a second with a surprised look on my face. I expected him to start thrusting hard into me, trying to bury the whole bone deep inside and I breathed a sigh of relief when he moved his hand from my hips to my breasts, gently fondling them... giving me some time to get comfortable. Purring softly as I sit atop his tower, my back arching and pressing my firm breasts against his hands then slowly sliding down the rest of his pipe. My walls stretch and accommodate him easily with out as much pain as expected. 

Using my leg muscles I push upward, lifting myself up until just his head is inside me, and then slowly I slide down again. First slowly, then moving faster, sliding up and down his pole as he starts to thrust up inside me. Hearing the soft squishy sounds coming from under me as his meat thrusts up inside me as I slide down. My breasts giggle now in his hands as I land harder and harder. The sound of my flesh slapping against his as my little butt impacts against his thighs. Then suddenly he stops thrusting... I look down at him and ask, "Are you ok Sir William?" Yes I am he replied, but he is close again and asks about me getting pregnant. Do not worry Sir William I say in reply, my genetic engineering prohibits me from getting pregnant; you may do as you wish.

What came next was totally unexpected from a man so young. His hands snaked under my firm little bottom to take a grip on my cheeks, and then leaning forward he stood up. I had to wrap my legs around him quickly as his movement startled me. His strong arms lifted me then dropped me down on his thick pole over and over again. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck as I helped him impale me over and over again. My breasts now perspiring against his bare chest slipped over his flesh as if on a film of oil. 

It was not long in this position that I felt strange stirrings deep inside me, knowing what it was but never having one, my first orgasm was about to happen. As he bounced me on his shaft he took a few steps to the dining table and sat me down. With one hand he pushed me down on my back then lifted my legs up over his shoulder. Leaning in and bracing himself against the table he started thrusting in hard and deep, using my legs as best as I could on his shoulders I pulled myself up to meet his every thrust and that's when it happened... the convulsions started as my body trembled through orgasm, after orgasm, three total. Young Sir William's pole keep hammering me over and over again until his manhood began to swell and pulse... shooting his seed deep inside me.

I looked up at him then looked down between my legs, his pipe was buried deep inside me, though I could feel it starting to shrink. Playfully I gave his member another squeeze or two, which brought a smile and a laugh. Carefully he stood up and his tool slipped from inside me. I felt a great leakage from inside me creating a spreading puddle on the table under my butt and lower back. I looked up at him and suggested that the maids would be pretty upset at us in the morning. He laughed, looked down at his goo covered member, and then looked back at me... "I see something that needs a little maid service right now", he teased. Giving him a teasing salute and a crisp, "yes Sir" I pushed myself up and slipped off the table... and I mean literally slipped off the table as my butt slid in the puddle of goo we had created.

I slipped to my knees and took him in hand. One hand caressing his much lighter than before ball sack, the other pointing his sticky shaft toward my mouth. I was surprised as I slid him into my mouth that I could taste only him on his organ. I guess this means that I am without taste or scent down there as I worked my lips and tongue over him... cleaning him up really good with my mouth and tongue. Though I thought I was done with him, I could feel him getting hard once again in my mouth and a warm feeling shot through my body. Here we go again...



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 04



 Chapter 5 - Flood Insurance

His fingers played over my cheek as I held his hardening member in my mouth. His fingers caressed my ear for a few seconds before they slid into my hair to take a gentle hold on the long black strands. His hips moved forward and back as he slowly moved himself in and out of my mouth for a few minutes. He slipped himself from my mouth and used his grip on my hair to gently coax me to my feet. Standing before him and looking up I waited for what would come next and was not disappointed. In mere seconds he had me pushed forward and bent me over the table. My breasts slipping across the spot on the table that contained our joint mixture. It was a little cool to the touch but felt so good on my man handled little orbs. 

I pushed up enough so that only my nipples were touching the tabletop and the remains of our previous adventure. Looking back over my shoulder I watched as young Sir William pressed the head of his swollen manhood at the entrance of my sex and pushed forward. My lips hissed out a soft, "yessssssss" as he slid inside me again. His hands moved to my hips and took hold then slowly he began pushing in and out. Moving slowly at first then picking up speed. With each thrust my hanging breasts caressed the table top, the cool goo making my breasts slip across the tabletop causing me to moan softly.

Each time he would push forward I would push back toward him, helping him impale me over and over with his manhood. As we matched movements I relaxed my arms and slide down flat out on the table. My breasts mushroomed out as the weight of my torso held the firm orbs against the soft slippery wood of the tabletop. As my position changed so did the angle of his thrusts and in this new position his next thrust hit a spot that had never been hit before. Damn it felt good and I tried hard to make him hit it over and over against as I moved to his now animalistic thrusts.

Over and over his pointed head thrust against that most sensitive internal spot and I could feel my next orgasm coming quickly, but this time it felt different. I tried to concentrate on just how different when it happened... my body began to spasm and to my amazement a clear viscous stream of liquid washed out of me to cover his thrusting manhood, his tummy and balls. I felt as if I were pumping the stuff out by the liter but in reality it was not so much. "Holy shit!" was the response I heard from young Sir William. Even though he was amazed at what had just happened he kept on going, enjoying the feel of the warm gush around his member. My legs began to tremble and grow weak, the most powerful orgasm of all consumed me... then as quick as it started, it stopped and now my legs were having trouble supporting me.

As my fingers dug into the side of the table for support and Sir William held my hips tighter he kept sawing in and out of me until unbelievably I felt my body contorting inside again, knowing that I was about to explode for a second time in this position. A clear stream was still drizzling down the inside of my thighs when the second wave hit, a little less forceful than the first but the flood gates opened and once again I soaked the ever thrusting Sir William. Two, three, four squirts and then I was struggling to keep my legs under me as my feet slipped on the wet tiled dinning room floor. For as inexperienced as this young man was, he kept right up with me. As I went to my hands and knees on the floor, he kept right with me and never missed a thrust, causing me to cum several times in this position. I began to wonder if through all of this that I had drained his seed so that he had nothing left to shoot into me, or if he had become so desensitized that he was unable to feel enough to get off. My question was quickly answered when he let out a loud grunt and began pumping the last of his remaining seed deep into my drenched and still quivering tunnel. His grunts sounded primal down to the last thrust and then he went dead weight on top of me, pressing me against the tiled floor with his now flagging manhood still inside me. He held me tightly as he slipped out of me. We lay in a spooning position for a while. It felt so nice to be in his arms even though we were lying in a puddle.

I took a few minutes to contemplate all that had happened while I was bent over the table. I giggled softly while thinking that there was nothing in my owner's manual about my owner requiring flood insurance to use me from behind. Carefully so as not to wake my lover I slipped out of his slumbering embrace with the grace and stealth of a cat and got to my feet. As I stood on still wobbly legs I looked around the guest quarters taking note of the clothing strewn about, the wet spots on the furniture and rug, and the outright lake on the tiled dining room floor. Then my eyes settled on the clock and a shiver ran through me... the time... 0817... My heart skipped a beat as the realization sunk in that 0900 was my scheduled time for the anti-agapic conversion....



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 05



 Chapter 6 – Converted

08:20

The door opened and in walks Fatima Salahi flanked by two massive security guards. The guards dressed in standard black business suits take up positions on either side of the door. I was a little disappointed given the arrival of the entourage that Mr. Drax was not the next to step through the door. I could hear a soft snicker escape her lips as she moved over to where Sir William was sleeping. Turning to me with a wink she asked, "Wore him out did you?" I could only wink back and smile a guilty smile. Fatima paused for a second, looking my naked form over then smiling before setting upon her task of getting Sir William into the bathroom to get cleaned up and dressed. Of course she didn't bathe him or anything but she did give him a playful swat on the bum to get him moving.

Fatima Selah was the Chief of Staff for Mr. Drax. Fatima is around 40 years old, of Persian heritage with a well cared for figure, full firm breasts, and long black hair with just a hint of a curl. She's very close to my height, though a little taller perhaps, with just wider build. She is very sure of her self and when she issued instructions to the staff, they reacted quickly and without question. There is no mistake about it, she is a powerful woman and even Sir William complies with her instructions.

Sir William got up, looked at me and smiled, Fatima handed him a suit bag with a fresh change of clothing and pointed him to the guest bathroom. He disappeared into the bathroom and I could hear the shower water being turned on. I so wanted to take a shower; well to be honest I wanted to take a shower with him. I have only heard of how wonderful real water showers are. We are only permitted sonic showers as water here is scarce and so expensive to replace or recycle.

08:30

Fatima's comm. activates and she moves off into a far corner of the room to take the call. The conversation turns hot and heated with voices raised at times. Curiously I walk about the suite, looking at the little nick knacks, checking out the security guards, the wet spots on the table and floor that are starting to dry to a translucent state. Surprised at how comfortable I am being in a room with strangers and being the only one naked.

Shockingly Fatima turns to me and says, "you too, in the shower, you don't have much time to waste". So who am I to argue? I slipped into the shower to the surprise of young Sir William. I couldn't help giving him a hand with the soap, and just when I was thinking about dropping the soap, from outside the shower I heard Fatima calling to me, "two minutes young lady"...

08:40

The door chime activates as I finish drying myself off and slip into my uniform. My finger pressing the engage tab on my company issued cat suit and with a soft hiss the fabric wraps its self around my body and coalesces once more into the form-fitting garment I was wearing the previous night. I chuckle slightly to myself and smirk as I remember an old Earth term, "The Walk Of Shame". I set about working on my hair, trying to make something of the mess that it had become. I hear my name being called from the other side of the door... It was time for the anti-agapic conversion...

08:47

My clothing and all worldly possessions are removed from my body by the medical staff and myself and packed into a small box with my identification number on it. I am led naked to what can only be described as an operating room. The room is equipped with a glass ceiling... as I look up; the viewing area above the ceiling is full of faces both young and old. A shiver runs through me as I sit upon the table, the medical staff eases me onto my back... my arms and legs are secured to an "X" shaped frame built into the table where my wrists and ankles are secured with Velcro straps. I am to be awake during the conversion process as any anesthetic or pain medication could taint the serum that I am to receive.

Several large bore needles are inserted in the veins in my legs, and in my arms, which are connected to a filtering machine. After the needles are inserted the machine is switched on causing the tips of the needles to expand and force all movement of blood through the machine. At first clear saline is passed into my body, which at room temperature feels rather cool and helps calm me down a little as I look up and see the faces looking down at me. Seeing one lab-coated technician leering down at me staring at my naked form and rapidly hardening nipples. I wink up to him and smile as my tongue licks my lips slowly. I am thinking to myself that he must have a log in his pants nowwwww. 

Shit that hurts! My flirtations with the geek in the glass above end as the serum begins to enter my veins and course through my system. The entrance site start off as a slow burning as the serum is mixed with saline, then as the saline runs out, the full dosage of the serum begins. My arms and legs feel as if they are on fire and that the fire is slowly travels inward to the core of my body. Tears begin to trickle out of my now tightly closed eyes, then that trickle becomes a steady stream, my breathing and heart rate increase to dangerous levels as I hear the beeps and pings of the machines monitoring my vitals intensify. 

The burning sensation quickly spreads to every cell of my body as my mind tries to process sensations of the liquid fire coursing through my veins and arteries to transform and lock in my new genetic makeup. My mouth opened as screams poured out and echoed around the room. A few times during the process my eyes fluttered open and I could see the horrified looks of the doctors, nurses, and scientists looking down at me from the observation room above. My muscles began to contract and spasm, my arms and legs moving against my bonds in a series of never ending convulsions causing me to buck and undulate wildly on the table like a wounded animal in it's death throws. 

At this point in the process I was ready for death, I wanted death and if there was a god in the heavens I would be praying for death, as the realization sunk in that this was going to be a three-day process at minimum. I don't know how long my body was wracked with spasms and unendurable pain, and if I was praying to a god, my prayers where somewhat answered as I surrendered to unconsciousness.

Through my mind's eye I flew through a bright cosmic shower of multi-colored particles followed by a cascading journey through a constricted twisting tunnel before coming to a stop in a room similar to the one my body was in. I could see before me three tables and on each table as a humanoid figure strapped down tightly and connected to each other and to multiple machines. Above the first alien hung multiple containers of what looked like red human blood. As the scene played out the computer read outs over the first alien went to zero, his chest no longer moved and his jaw dropped as he let out a soft gasp with his final breath... the second alien tensed up as the line between her and the first alien opened and a reddish yellow liquid began to flow. Shortly after the flow began to the second alien, I heard a soft, female voice narrating the scene as it played out before my mind's eye.

The death that you just witnessed was that of my father Jandal. The next death you will witness will be that of my mother Sharami and I am Meda. We are Kamaloids. Our bodies are being used to process the fluids that will convert your body. Our kind have been hunted and used in this manner for thousands of your years and we are nearly extinct. We do not speak through words but through thoughts and we are thought to be non-sentient creatures but we are not as we speak through thought and today, I speak to you through a marker that my body is placing in your DNA. For every humanoid that achieves near immortality, three of us must perish.

My mother and father and her generation fought against those that would take us this was as best as they could but failed. I am leaving this marker and message for you in the hope that this process is successful for you and that you live a long and healthy life because as you live, we live within you. As you are hearing me now, my mother has passed beyond and I shall go to join her soon. My hope is that you always remember what you have seen here and remember us and perhaps fight to make sure that this does not happen to the few of us left. 

Your scientists are not aware that we can control the final output of this process, as other races have found out when the serum they were administered proved fatal. Your race is new to all this and are not aware we are able to do this. Mother and father enabled a fatal component of the serum that you are receiving... I have removed that and added some of myself to what you are receiving. You see, we are shape shifters of sorts and are able in small ways alter our appearance. I am encoding this from my body to yours in the hope that you will use this gift to put an end to your people hunting ours for this purpose. I have no way to know how your DNA will cha....

She was unable to complete her last thought as I watched her pass. The connection between her mind and mine was broken and all I was able to see was total darkness, and then a few minutes after the darkness returned my thoughts stopped and there was just... nothingness.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 06



 Chapter 7 - Lost Kitty

My thoughts drift through the cosmic vacuum of space passing through galaxies and solar systems. As my mind and non-caporal stretches out looking for an anchor or a lifeline to pull me back into reality I hear the faint sound of alarm bells ringing and klaxons blaring. Explosions rock me time and time again as my world shudders around me. I hear panicked screams before the final bang that causes my thoughts to cease, and my body to come to an abrupt stop... then there is silence and once again nothingness... as I lay still the nothingness continues and continues... I can hear my thoughts wander and wonder... did the conversion work? Am I alive or dead? Always wondering, but never answering until...

I hear the sounds of servos activate, metal screeches against metal... I feel the wind on my face... my eyes flutter open and closed as a dim light above my head flickers for a few seconds then winks out... my nostrils fill with the stench of death... my mind returns to the spinning cosmos but this time there is only silence, darkness and death.

I can see the light on the other side of my eyelids, my eyes flutter open to bright light streaming in through cracks, but cracks in what? I shield my eyes from the light and try to open them fully... the smell of death is still in the air, the unmistakable stench of burned hair and rotting flesh... my heart skips a beat... I look up as best I can to see a curved canopy over me. A clear center is outlined by stainless steel... is this my coffin perhaps? Did I die?

I return to my last thoughts of being attached to a table... I try to shift my legs off the edge but my legs do not move more than a few inches, something blocking them. I struggle to sit up... my abs protest but comply... I'm sitting up in some sort of cylindrical container that is connected to wires and tubes. I clear the tubes out of the way, push up with my arms and swing my legs over the side... my body protests each movement... but my body complies. My feet touch the floor as my hands grip the side of the cylinder... my knees buckle... I crumple to the ground, landing on my pert little butt.

My vision clears as I pull myself to a standing position; my leg muscles are cramped but hold my weight. I take stock of my physical condition. All seems well as I try to walk. Taking slow deliberate steps... holding on to the cylinder all the while for safety. Getting braver I take a few steps, my foot kicks something soft but unmoving... looking down and focusing my eyes on the floor. I want to scream but nothing comes out, my lips forming a silent "O"... my foot is perched on top of a disconnected arm lying next to a badly burned and decomposed body. I scan the floor with my eyes... there is another body, and another, and another... too many to count at the moment. Some are in seats, some scattered around the floor. How did they die? What happened? I look closer, looks like a crash of some sort? Maybe? My legs are firming up but still require support. Holding on to anything near by as I walk in slow deliberate steps. My eyesight getting better with time... I can make out a large hole in the wall... no, not a wall, a metallic section of a ship's hull. Edges are ragged and burned, and melted... I get closer and run my slender fingers over the rough edges of the hole... not burned... melted... DISRUPTOR FIRE???

Ok, got to think now, I was in the medical lab, now I'm on a ship... as ship that has been shot down... but shot down by whom? I'm wearing clothing... I was naked but now I'm wearing clothing... blue surgeon's scrubs. How did I get in these clothes? I walk closer to a larger opening in the hull, it's large enough to exit, it's a short jump to the ground but I make it safely. More bodies outside but much more different than inside... Think Kitty, what is different... brain not fully functional... clothing, that's it... female bodies... no clothing. A shiver runs through me as I come to the realization that the male bodies are positioned such as they were tied and executed but still clothed... the women... all naked... all separated from the men... all killed with crude weapons... no disruptors, no lasers, no sonic swords, no slug throwers... looks like large knives, perhaps metal or iron swords. Where am I?



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 07



I know you are all waiting for Kitty to get naked and do what Kitty was designed to do best. It is coming soon after I set things up a little bit. I want to do more story in this one now so be patient, there may be some BEMs near by but I do not want to do spoilers ;)

 Chapter 8 - The Exploration Begins

The sun rose and set seven times since my eyes opened, so let's call it a week. None of the time keeping devices on the ship are in working order so I'm not sure if how many hours are in a day, how many days in a week, etc. I'm not sure which planet this is because I do not know of any planet that has three moons and one sun. After a quick assessment of the ship, it was obvious that she had been in one hell of a firefight and did not fare well. The damage observed on the hull alone is enough to say that she will never see space again.

During the week that I have been here I took on the sorrow filled task of caring for the dead. I moved the bodies outside the ship and arranged them in four mounds. My strength had returned slowly through out the week but still, digging graves in the old Earth tradition with only a small folding shovel was beyond me so I chose cremation instead. I knew that I was not alone on the planet and I was afraid that the bon fires might alert whoever attacked the passengers that they should come back and finish the job they started. While I was caring for the deceased, I rounded up whatever tools, food, and survival gear I could find. Unfortunately there were no weapons aboard as this was not a military vessel. I did however find a Katana, Bowie knife, and a carbon fiber bow with three dozen arrows, which made me thankful for the survival and weapons training that Mr. Drax, insisted that I take.

I think at some point I was supposed to be on this transport as a passenger, not as cargo in a stasis pod because as I was going through the cargo bay I found a container with my name on it. It contained my hiking backpack, my uniform collars, personal clothing and a few other minor items that I had collected. It was not much as we were not allowed many personal possessions and I must admit that I had collected more than I should have but never got caught with my stash.

Each morning started out with a quick breakfast of emergency rations or some fresh fruit that I had found in the forest surrounding the crash site. Realizing that I am going to be here for a long while if not for the rest of my natural life, which at this point I assume will be a long time being that I had survived the anti-agapic conversion. Though I am alive and functioning well, I am not really anxious to test the near immortality component of the conversion process.

My scouting started out with safe circular patterns. Starting in close around the ship and extending outward around the crash site. I didn't find much to write home about, just the usual flora and fauna that you would find in a forest. The scanner that I found came in useful in telling me which plants I could eat and which might turn me into a zombie or worse. The scanner with it's limited range could also warn of approaching humanoid or animal life forms.

On one of my morning scouting trips I came across a large cave about 50 or so meters up a cliff face. It wasn't impossible to get to but anyone not in excellent shape and without experience in rock or wall climbing would probably end up in a crimson pile of goo at the bottom of the cliff. This seemed like a safe place for me to relocate too. It was high above the forest floor and tree line but it also had about a kilometer of open field that any attacker or forager would be seen long before reaching the base of the cliff. It looked like a safe enough place for me to call home until I can sort things out.

My daily routine changed from one of scouting to one of moving. In the engineering bay I was able to find the tools I needed to repair and rebuild a few small solar collectors that I could use to supply power to a force field to protect the entrance of the cave... just in case something decided to pay me a visit in the night while I slept. I also rigged up a solar powered winch to help get the equipment and me up into the cave and then to lower me back down again, saving me many a long climbs. I constructed several copies of the remote control for the winch and force field controls and hid them in various holes in the cliff face and in tall knot holes in a few of the near by trees just in case something went wrong while I was out and about.

Now that I was moved in to the cave it was time to explore my new home. I had looked around briefly and found several tunnels that seemed to stretch into the mountain deeper than I had time to explore. The tunnels turned out to be a series of ancient lava tubes with smooth walls and floor and very few obstructions. Every now and then I came across a few crystals embedded into the walls that provided an florescent glow sort of like the break and shake tubes in the emergency kit. My night vision had always been better than my peers and I had attributed that to the feline DNA that had been used in my construction, but I had never been able to see 100% of everything in the dark. As I would move out of the range of the glow crystals I would feel a slight tingle in my eyes causing my vision to change from color to shades of black and yellow, and it was oh so crystal clear.

My exploration of the tunnels so far had been uneventful. I had passed quiet a few piles of bones, some human, some non-human. A few of the human bones looked as if they had been shackled in to the cave wall. So I'm not alone here I thought as I moved on deeper into the tunnel. The tunnel I was following this particular day began to dip sharply as I followed it. After an hour or so of walking the down slopping tunnel, my chosen path opened up into a greenish glowing naturally formed grotto, and at the center of the grotto was a small glowing pond. The light from the room came up from the depths of the pond. My first thoughts was this was either sunlight being transferred in from outside through the water, or perhaps the glowing crystals were involved in lighting the pool. It turned out that it was a little of both.

Other than a small stream that ran past the ship's crash site, this was the most water I had seen since I have been here. The water looked so cool and inviting and it was time for a little dip. Now most cats hate the water but this cat can swim and swim well having competed for my for my matrix back at good old Osaka Eugenics Academy. Getting out of my hiking clothing was effortless and quick. Just a few taps on the silver collar around my neck and my clothing immediately changed in to billions of tiny multi colored BBs then rolled upwards toward the collar in a blink of an eye, which left me standing in the grotto totally naked. I moved to the edge of the pond and looked down, trying to judge it's depth but I was unable to see the bottom I took a deep breath and stepped in and sunk quickly.

The water was clear and I could see a pretty good distance. There were a few fish swimming by but nothing that looked harmful. Thinking about the fish, I suppose I should have at least brought my knife with me. The water was cool around my body and my small brown nipples elongated as the water caressed them as I swam under the water toward the light. Being in great physical condition I was able to move quickly through the water, and due to my conditioning I am able to hold my breath for a good 4 minutes. I guess I should have been counting as I swam but the beauty of the water and scenery along the bottom took most of my attention. From time to time I looked up and could only see darkness for most of the journey, which was a good indication that there was a hard cave roof still above me. As my lungs started to burn reminding me that I have probably gone past the 3 minute mark in my swim I could see the water above me brighten, it was time to go up and take a look.

Another 30 to 45 seconds of swimming upward and my head broke the surface of the water. Clearing the water from my eyes, then tossing my long black hair back off my shoulders and out of my face, I took a look around. I was fairly close to the shore of a relatively large lake that I had never seen before. Seeing that I was alone I felt confident to explore the shoreline on foot, and being that it was a bright warm day I did not bother with my wardrobe collar, I just strolled about naked...



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 08



 Chapter 9 – The New Gardener

As I moved out of the water my feet sunk into the warm sand at the waters edge causing to me to think that this might just be an ocean instead of a lake. Perhaps this is just a small lagoon as I could see the sides of the inlet but could not see anything but water on the horizon. The sun on the morning horizon felt warm on my skin as the water slowly dripped off or dried up. There were birds of sorts flying overhead, the species I could not recognize but several appeared to be similar to the seagulls that I was familiar with from my lessons. The air was filled with a sweet fruity smell that appeared to be emanating from a large patch of flowers that ran a long the shoreline at the edge of the white sandy beach.

Sensing no threats in the area I moved closer to the flowers, they were so pretty that I just had to get a closer look at them. As I got closer to the flowers I could see that some of them were fruit bearing. I could make out what looked to be mangos, papaya, and perhaps some sort of long slender bitter melon growing on a vine surrounding the gigantic flowers. My eyes were drawn to several larger blooms, they were about the size of beach balls, but had the look of a sunflower in multiple colors instead of the usual Earth yellow. The fragrance from the flower drew me closer, my mouth watered for a taste of the low hanging papaya sized orbs. 

Still naked from my morning swim, and sensing no one around I approached the largest flower and pressed my nose close to it's dark massive center. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply, the aroma was intoxicating. My mind felt as if it were swimming in sea of post orgasmic endorphins and this was just after one whiff. My mind was so distracted by the pheromones produced by the plant that I had not noticed the vines snaking out from the plant to warp around my ankles. At the same time several vines lowered from the canopy of a nearby tree and took control of my wrists, stretching them out to my sides and pulling me into a spread "X" position as the vines from above and below worked in concert with each other to immobilize me in a compromising position.

My face hovered inches above the center of the flower, my nose pressed to its center then suddenly, the flower folded in towards its center trapping my face inside. I could feel the petals working my face like fingers... massaging my jaw, trying to push it down but it did not have to try too hard as the heady scent from the plant made me quite submissive. As my mouth opened willingly then I felt something pressing inside my open mouth. I could not see it but it was about an inch or so across, semi round to oblong with a large bump and a small indentation at the tip. As it slid into my mouth I felt a sweet sticky oil caress my tongue. I licked at the appendage slowly, flicking my tongue over it, wanting to taste more of the plant's sweet nectar. As I licked the plant's member, it shivered slightly and pulled then pushed in a little bit more stretching my lips and filling my small mouth. 

As the plant pushed in again the thought of munching on young Sir William came flooding into my mind and I opened my mouth fully as the plant pushed in all the way to the back of my throat. I could feel myself purring softly as I began sucking on the plant the way I did Sir William's manhood. As soon as I became acquiescent the flower opened up releasing my head. I could now see what was moving like a piston in and out of my watering mouth. It looked like a long smooth zucchini but with out the small sharp bumps on it's skin, and was perhaps 8 inches in length. 

With my head free I began moving my mouth forward in time with each thrust of the green rubbery member. The more I cooperated, the faster the thrusting became, just as it had with young Sir William. On instinct I tightened my lips around the probing phallus feeling that there was more to come. My tongue danced and licked over it's surface as it slid in and out of my tight lips, and then it happened... I felt a pulsing inside my mouth followed by a swelling of the phallus, then a gush of sweet orange nectar splashed against the roof of my mouth, showering my tongue with a sticky sweetness. The second blast was massive and caused me to choke, sputter and gag as the thick stream impacted against the back of my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could but the blast was too much and the backwash forcefully slipped past my lips and dribbled down my chin onto my small firm mango sized breasts before sliding down over my tummy to run between my legs and drip off my hairless mound.

Each time the thrusting member would bulge and forcefully deposit another large load of sweet goo inside my mouth. The front of my torso was now covered with a sweet orange slime and my stomach was filling to capacity. I thought that I had died and had gone to what could best be described as heaven, but yet I wanted more. As the plant pulled away I moved my mouth forward, trying to take in the last few dribbles. Somehow the plant realized this and moved back within range of my small pink pointed tongue. I sucked and lapped up as much as I could before it pulled away. I was permitted a few minutes to catch my breath before the next flower pressed its appendage to my lips, and enthusiastically I opened my mouth to let it in.

The second was about the same size as the first but the oil on its skin was not as sweet, but still tasted good and I wanted it all. This one was not as tender as the first but the sensations were not unbearable as it began to piston in and out of my mouth. My lips tightened to provide more resistance and I sucked softly as this plant used my mouth and lips for its pleasure. Unlike the first flower, this one moved faster, deeper and with more force and from time to time the head of the green phallus bumped against the back of my throat. Once again I was thankful that my creators had eliminated my gag reflex.

The second flower lasted longer than the first, though I was surprised the way it pounded in and out of my mouth with more force than the other, but the result was the same, the fibrous member bulged and gushed, bulged, and gushed over and over, filling my mouth, stomach and coating my breasts and torso with the copious amounts of goo that my mouth and lips could not contain. My stomach was close to being over full and when I looked down I could see a bit of a bulge on what used to be a totally flat tummy. My first thought was that I would not have to forage for food for a week or so. My thoughts were interrupted as the vines holding me turned and repositioned my body bringing me to my knees with my back facing the plants. I was pushed downward with my chest almost touching the grass-covered ground. The vines were still supported me, but now they pulled my arms behind me and secured them behind my back by wrapping around my wrists and forearms. 

I turned my head to look over my shoulder in time to see a vine with a tip shaped like a cucumber with a bulbous orange head snaking toward my exposed womanhood. This new member pressed against my goo covered nether lips and start to push inside. It didn't take much force for this over-grown garden trespasser to slip inside causing a loud moan to escape my lips. The fit was tight and caused me some discomfort, as it was much wider than I was, or anything else that had been inside me before, however I stretched well to allow it inside with the help of my natural moisture and the orange goo that had dripped down my torso and settled between my legs.

The thick plant pushed in slowly then stopped about half way down my slick tunnel before withdrawing almost all the way, then plunged back in again a bit deeper. A soft moan escaped my lips as I automatically angled my hips for the next thrust, and when it came the thick orange bulb sunk in deeper this time and I could feel myself being spread as it plunged in deeper. The bulb pulled out again then plunged in about as far as it could go causing me to yelp and readjust the position of my hips for what I knew was about to come next. The plant pulled out once again then plunged in, slowly building up a rhythm, thrusting in and pulling out. Each thrust causing a soft squishy sound down between my legs followed by a gentle jiggle of my small firm breasts. I could feel the fibrous member swelling inside me, spreading me more than I had thought possible outside of childbirth as it continued to thrust deep. 

As the plant continued to burry it's self deep inside me I could feel my own excitement rise as the plant thickened. My mouth opened and closed with each thrust, a loud moan escaping each time the cucumber-sized organ hit bottom. As best as I could with my arms trussed up behind my back while supported upright, I pushed back against the thrusting phallus. My slender body began to spasm as the powerful quake that had been building inside of me was let loose. My body was like a bucking bronco, thrusting back as the plant thrust it self inside me over and over. Just when I thought the waves of pleasure would end, the plant would thicken and thrust harder which started my orgasmic cycle over again.

My mind raced in wonder as to how long I could keep this up, or how long this had been going on. My breath was becoming shorter as the plant abused my tight little kitty. My body was beginning to fail me as I felt that I just couldn't get enough oxygen. I looked back over my shoulder with bleary tear filled eyes and noticed a bulge in the vine that was abusing me, and the bulge was moving inside the vine toward me like water through a fire hose. I watched in awe as a second, third, and forth bulge appeared and moved toward me. I closed my eyes and steeled myself knowing that I'm about to be spread open twice as much as I had already been. The first bulge pushed inside me painfully. There was a great gush of the same orange good that I had swallowed earlier, but there was something else too that felt to be about the size of a golf ball that was planted inside me. The second, bulge entered me and the phallus inside me stopped thrusting; it had expanded just inside my lips to keep the following goo and nodules from escaping. Blast after blast entered me from each of the following bulges causing my lower abdomen to grow and distend as there was no place for the goo to go other than deep inside me. Each pulsed moved the small orbs deeper inside me, and I could swear that I felt tiny little pin pricks inside me as they attached themselves to my inner workings. As the last bulge erupted inside me the orgasm train I had been riding peaked. My vision went black as my consciousness left me.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 09



 Chapter 10 – Mother Of Mangos

I had a dream... Pears, oranges, bananas, apples, melons, papayas, cumquats, and other fruits varied were chasing me but somehow it was the bananas that were tormenting me the most. The bananas had caught me and were just about to... and then I woke up. The vines that bound my wrists behind my back were gone as were those holding my legs. My body was covered with the remains of the thick gooey orange syrup that had been pumped into me by the horny flowers. I pushed myself up to my knees then staggered to my feet with a loud grunt. My body protested as it felt as if I were carrying around an extra 20 pounds or so, and as I looked down at my bulging tummy, 20 pounds seemed about right for someone that looked about 4 or 5 months PREGNANT! My mind made a mental note to confront the good folks at Osaka Eugenics about that "NO PREGNANCY" clause in my design contract with the Drax Corporation.

The sun was just coming up on the horizon as I waddled my way down to the water to wash off the drying crust of orange goo that covered my body. I walked into the water and let my hands run over my skin, clearing off the debris and massaging my aching muscles. A school of small fish circled around me and began making a snack of the goo flakes as the fell from me and landed in the water. Some of the braver little minnow like fish were so bold as to nip softly at my skin to remove the sweet deposits. I ran my hands through my long black hair as I slipped my head below the water. Holding my breath for as long as I could I cleared the sticky debris from my hair. 

As I stood up my hands moved to my swollen belly and rubbed softly, I could feel movement there. Keeping one hand on my tummy I moved the other down between my legs. As I explored my outer folds my fingers brushed against a soft dome that blocked the tunnel to the inside. It was wedged tightly inside I found out as I tried to pry it out. It just would not budge a bit no matter how I pulled, pushed, or pried with my fingers. My thoughts turned to the tool kit that I had back at the cliff cave that I had salvaged from the crashed shuttle. Tool kit, perhaps medical kit would be more practical I thought afterwards. 

My first thoughts were to make a swim for the underwater cave and return home, but I just had to have one last look at those plants before I went on my way. This time when I moved toward the plants they did not move other than a gentle swaying from the soft ocean breeze. I stood before them for I do not know how long until a thought crept into my brain... I was not pregnant, just a container for the plant's seeds. Sort of a walking seedpod. This gave me an idea... I needed fruit like this closer to my lair. With that thought in mind I quickly set off for home. Walking out into the water until the soft waves massaged my breasts, I took a deep breath and slipped under the water. It was a bit more difficult going home under water as my body was not as light and aerodynamic as before, but I made it to the underground cave safely, though a bit out of breath.

It was a little chilly in the cave so a few quick taps on my wardrobe collar and in seconds I was dressed in a long fluffy towel like frock with a thick hoodie that I quickly pulled up to cover my wet hair. The garment was intended for poolside use, but it suited this purpose as well. Securing my frock in place I set about waddling about the tunnels until I came to what I called the "back door" which was nothing more than a voice activated force field to keep anyone or anything from sneaking into my humble abode from the pool or the other many unexplored lava tubes in the mountain. Upon recognizing my voice as I called out, "TONSA 3 DEACTIVATE", the force field shimmered off so I could enter. The word, "ACTIVATE" was enough to raise the shield as I walked off toward my cliff side home. I had to smirk when I thought of myself as a cavewoman. How my friends back at the Matrix would get a chuckle out of the thought that the best pilot in our class would end up as a cave woman on some unknown planet.

I puttered about my cave for a few hours, made a few notes in my journal then went outside to look over my forested lands and my many furry minions. Yes, the Queen of all I could see, and the Mother of Mangos... speaking of which, the mangos, or should I say seeds inside me were becoming active... detaching themselves and moving about inside the sea of orange good that was pumped inside me. Since my womb was full, those that could not get in were bumping against that sensitive little "G" button inside me. Each bump caused a tremor to cascade through my body. I knew I had to make a break for what I liked to call the "roof" of my cave. In actuality it was the plateau that topped the small mountainside that my cave was located in. Luckily I had found an easy to navigate path that led to the roof. It did not require the skills of a mountain goat to get there and I was able to waddle up there in my mango-laden condition.

The tremors caused by my little seeds were becoming more frequent, and the green fibrous dome sealing off my lower lady parts was beginning to fracture and slip downward and it got closer to slip out of me. During the last few steps of my mad dash to the closest green grass area, I tapped the wardrobe collar and removed my comfy robe so as not to get orange goo or anything else on it. A few more steps and a giant wave washed over me, radiating outward as multiple floating seeds brushed against my G spot. I collapsed to my knees and supported myself with one hand as my body trembled through a powerful orgasm, which caused the plant nodule lodged inside me to be expelled forcefully unblocking the birth canal exit. Another powerful wave was building inside me as more and more of the seeds broke free and started their dance over my internal orgasm switch. My free hand moved down between my legs, massaging my lower lips and firm little love button, wanting desperately to bring forth the wave of pleasure that threatened to overtake me any second... and then it happened... my body twitched wildly as a mighty gush poured forth from between my legs expelling the orange goo and several of the seeds.

My fingers kept moving as each wave produced several more seeds from deep inside me. I opened my eyes to watch the spray and seeds exit me. The seeds had become larger than their original golf ball size by about a quarter. As they hit the ground they seemed to roll under their own power as if under the control of some internal guidance system. Once a few meters from me several tendrils pushed through the outside of the seed's crust and began twisting into the ground in a similar fashion as a drill would. Once the hole was deep and wide enough, the tendrils would pull the seed body inside, then pull in the dirt outside the hole to cover the seed. This went on perhaps five or six times until all the seeds had been orgasmicly ejected from my body. When the last group of seeds was gone and the final orgasmic wave dissipated, I collapsed breathless on the soft damp grass. My body convulsed softly as my mind drifted off into unconsciousness with my hand still tucked between my legs softly massaging my lips and firm little button.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 10



 Chapter 11 – Ruminations.

Birthing so many seed batches and the events of the past few days weighed heavy on my slender body, it was no wonder that after the continuous multiple orgasms during the birthing process left me in a deep sleep for the rest of the day and throughout the night. I awoke the next morning, just shortly before the sun hit its mid point in the sky. The air was warm as it always was here on this yet unnamed planet. As I looked around I took inventory of my surroundings and myself. I noticed that the seedlings for having just been planted yesterday had sprouts about 1/4 the size of the tip of my little finger. My tiny children were doing well, of course this though made me giggle softly. A quick touch of my hand to my tummy told me that just as advertised, the anti-agapic was bringing my body back to its default shape and condition. Slipping two fingers between my lower lips I felt the original tightness was returning as evidenced by the resistance I was feeling as they slid in. My lower body was a mess, from the orange goo and my internal fluids that were expelled during the birthing. 

Time for a bath I thought as I pushed myself up to my feet. My muscles protested slightly but complied, as I stood erect to stretch. Before heading down the path to my cave I took a short walk around my little corner of the plateau. Every thing seemed normal today as it did every day. In the back of my mind was always the sight of the murdered crewmembers from the shuttle and those that had done the murdering where out there somewhere amongst the trees. Had they moved on or are they still near by? I wanted answers, but not the sort of answers that would show up at my cave door to try to leave me naked with my throat like the other women on the shuttle. Oh the thoughts that rambled through my brain as I made my way back down the path to my front door.

As my feet moved carefully along the path down to the pool the shuttle and its murdered crew were fixed in my mind. Some of them I knew, but most I did not. As I immersed myself into the cool water of the cave pool and began to clean myself I considered how to go about exploring more of the area surrounding my new cave home, but today would not be the day for that, as I needed some rest badly. My body still needed time to heal and recover from the drastic changes forced upon it by the plants and my little green leafy children. 

The rest of the day was uneventful because I had slept through most if it. The force fields at both entrances to my living area held. Not that anyone tried to get in, though I think a few rodents and mosquitoes gave it a good try and died in the attempt as I could see their buggy bodies laying about under the entrance to the cave. Oh, and for the record, the rodents here are about the size of your average house cat and are quite tasty. These two rodents would not be a meal for me, my appetite had not yet returned and I had no refrigeration, so I chucked them over the side of the cliff, then swept the bugs over the edge of the path with a broom made of jungle palm fronds. 

After finishing my chores, I made use of my wardrobe collar to dress myself in what could be best described as a safari outfit consisting of brown over the ankle hiking boots, beige nylon-like rip stop cargo pants, with a matching long sleeved shirt. This outfit includes an eight-inch Bowie knife strapped to my left upper thigh. After all, with rodents the size of house cats, it's good to have a blade with you on any hike just in case you meet one in the dark. 

After adjusting the harmonics of my collar to provide a sonic barrier against the flying blood sucking insects, I made my evening trek up the path to the top of the plateau to watch the sun set. The event was about an hour or so away so I thought that tonight I would explore the top of the plateau. There were no trees up here, just some small shrubs, some short, medium, and knee high grasses, flowers, and of course my budding children (giggle). 

As I reached the top of the path I took a right hand turn and followed around the edge of the plateau, and of course being very careful where I placed each footstep as it was about a thousand foot drop to the bottom of the cliff should I make a misstep. Along the route I came across a man made staff, sort of like the quarter staffs you would see in an old Robin Hood movie. It was about a meter and a half in length, and appeared to have been sanded and varnished or polished in some way, as the texture was smooth as silk to the touch once the caked on dirt had been rubbed away. Perhaps this is the level of technology for this planet? Oak staffs, and bronze swords and knives? Ok, so I had no confirmation on that just yet, but it was my hope that the other inhabitants of this planet did not have superior technology than me. Oh what I wouldn't give to have a phase disruptor, or at least a shotgun instead of a knife, a katana, and a bow and quiver of arrows.

As I continued my journey I used the staff as a walking stick to prod the ground in front of me. It was starting to get dark now and the first of the three moons began to rise. Using the staff gave me a feeling of safety as I walked close to the edge of the cliff. I continued walking this way for perhaps another 45 minutes, maybe longer until I came to the edge of the plateau opposite my cave. I sat down on the edge of the cliff and let my feet dangle over the ledge. The sun was behind me and was almost completely set as I looked out watching the moonrise. The first moon was full, the second almost full, and the third was just starting to break into view. As the sun finally set the moons were on display in their full splendor. An hour or two had passed since sunset when I noticed a column of smoke rising up rising up in front of the second moon. Looking closer I saw a second and third column rise up out of the darkness below the moons a fair distance from each other. My eyes followed the smoke downward and in the distance I could see what looked to be several campfires five or six miles away.

I squinted my eyes against the darkness, trying to make out more detail about the fires and perhaps steal a glimpse of who or what was gathered around the fires. As I squinted the familiar tingle coursed through my eyes and my night vision kicked in. I was able to see some movement now but was still too far away to make out details, but I could a lot of movement in front of the fire, perhaps ten beings, but probably more. I was tempted to make my way there in the darkness but the trek back to my cave, and then to the area of the fires would be too much to accomplish in the darkness and my sill weakened condition from giving birth to the little seedlings. After an hour or so of watching the moons and meditating on the days events including the mango seed birthing and the campfire watching, I got to my feet and made the trek back to the safety of my cave. Sleeping that night was not easy as my thoughts were constantly on the journey that I would make in the morning.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 11



Sleeping was impossible for me with all the thoughts in my head about what I would find during my up coming journey. I knew nothing about the inhabitants of this world or how they would react to me. The visions of those that had traveled with me in the shuttle and the fate that had fallen upon them gave me pause that the same fate could be waiting for me out in the jungle by those fires that I had watched the previous night. With that in mind I ran though the contents of my wardrobe collar to make sure that it was programmed to provide for me the things I would need to survive in case things got really ugly. I ran though the list of weapons including my trusty Bowie knife, Katana, bow and quiver of arrows, and an assortment of throwing stars and other smaller edged weapons. I checked the condition of my clothing not sure what the native population would be wearing this season but whatever it was, I wanted to make sure that I could whip up something that would allow me to fit in at a moment's notice. I also checked on the condition of the Draxx ground battle suit that had been issued to me upon the completion of my combat training.

Everything seemed to be in order, so all I needed to do now was wait for the sun to rise. I paced around the cave a bit trying to map out where the campfires were located and the shortest route to take to get there. Seeing as how it was a few more hours until sunrise I scampered back up the trail to the plateau, then retraced my steps back to the edge of the cliff where I watched the fires the night before. Sitting on the edge I could see the fires still burning with my cat-like night vision. Closing my eyes I activated the Personal Data Device (PDD) chip that the Draxx Corporation had installed in my head. The heads up display responded immediately showing me a map of where I had been and what I had learned of this planet. 

As I turned my head the map panned with my view and I came quickly to the conclusion that the quickest way to get where I needed to go was to take the moon pool, surface near the beach then head North following the shoreline. A quick diagnostic of the PDD told me that the interface with the Universal Translator (UT) was fully functional. I had only tested it out at the academy with known languages so I was not sure how it would react on this planet if my neighbors spoke a language that was not already programmed in. We were taught that this Draxx Corporation device contained an artificial intelligence array that allowed it to learn new languages. It would be a difficult stay here if this did not work as advertised.

Knowing now that I had more time, I decided to stay here on the plateau for a while longer and watch the moons set over the horizon. It would be much more practical and safe to make the swim during the daylight hours than in total darkness. I knew from my studies that some sea life hunted in the darkness. I knew that it was safe during the day and did not want to risk running into some giant night hunting kooba fish.

The wait was well worth it and I was treated to a fantastic show as the moons one after the other slipped below the horizon and the sun began to rise over the trees at the opposite end of the plateau. Walking in the direction of the setting moons I came to the path leading down to my cave. I quickly donned my backpack then tapped out the code that caused my clothing and backpack to transit into the all too familiar micro beads which rolled rapidly up my body to my wardrobe collar leaving me naked and ready for my morning swim. 

Feeling a slight chill on my body from the removal of my clothing, I set the solar powered force fields that protected my dwelling then padded down to the moon pool knowing that my meager possessions and home would be safe while I was gone. As I came to the edge of the moon pool I went over the direction that I must swim and the PDD confirmed the time and distance from the exit of the moon pool to just under 40 minutes if the tide and current calculations were correct. I could have made it to shore in under 4 minutes after surfacing but figured that swimming would be preferable to hacking my way through the jungle with a sword for several hours and perhaps running into another plant that wanted me to bear its young.

The water felt warmer than the air inside the cave, which was normal. Living so far inside a rock structure kept the daily heat far from the center of the cave and well away from the moon pool. Holding my breath I made the four minute swim from the moon pool, down the under water lava tube to the bright blue water beyond. Once out of the tube I kicked for the surface as quick as I could. As my head cleared the water I took a deep breath followed by several more. Treading water as I cleared the wet matted black and brown hair from my face and eyes, I set about getting my bearings so that the PDD would show me the direction I needed to go to get to my destination.

Once the direction was clear I set off swimming. My pace was brisk as I began my swim but after 15 minutes or so of swimming I began to slow down and swim silently, stroking softly and swimming under water more often knowing that there was humanoid life ahead and not knowing how well or how harshly I would be received. The last thing I wanted to do was surface to the sound of gunfire aimed in my direction or have to dodge a hundred arrows or poison tipped darts fired at me from angry natives.

According to the display on my PDD I had gone past the coordinates that I had set for my target which was ok. I had decided during my swim to keep going past a short spit of land that jutted out to form a fairly large lagoon on the other side. As I broke the surface of the water I thought I could detect voices off in the distance, so taking a deep breath I slipped below the surface quietly to move in a little closer. I swam as long as I could under water then when I came up for air I made a quick assessment of the shoreline. Still being far out to sea I could make out humanoid movement along the beach. This time before I went below the waves I decided it was time to swim in a straight line toward the shore.

Once under the water I went as far as I could with as much air as I could hold in my lungs, and this time before coming to the surface I tapped out instructions to my wardrobe collar and deployed my backpack filled with basic necessities. When I broke the surface I gasped for air and pulled my backpack in front of my chest to make it appear to those on shore that I was using it as a flotation device. During my swim I had come to the conclusion that I would play the shipwreck victim that had been washed ashore should I need to explain how I had come to this very spot.

I had made it close enough to the shore that my gasp for air had been heard and two very burly men in some sort of military tunics who's attention was now devoted to me as their heads turned and their eyes searched for the cause of the noise they had heard. My first assumption was that they were guards for the 15 or so others enjoying the day at the beach. As I clutched the backpack and kicked for the shore the two guards turned toward me and started moving toward the water. I figured that they would not come out too far as they were wearing what appeared to be iron ringed chainmail that covered from their necks to the middle of their thighs. Both had very impressive looking swords, which appeared to be made in the Roman Gladius style. Their legs were clad in a brown wool-like material that went up under the chainmail armor. They were both wearing over the calf length leather boots, so given the boots and the armor they were wearing, I would be making most of the trek to the shore unescorted.

My swim toward the shore gained me more attention the closer I got, but when I was able to touch my feet to the sand and I stand up, most of the eyes on shore were focused on me... especially those belonging to the males. As I stood up the water cascaded off my honey colored skin, my long black and brown hair hung down the front of my body to nearly my hips and was matted and sticking to my wet torso, sort of forming a natural mono-kini that coved my small firm breasts and the sides of my toned tummy. I clutched my backpack in my right hand and started making my way to the shore. The two guards that were the closest to me just stood there and stared like they had never seen a nude girl before. I just stared back at them for a few seconds while determining that they would do no harm to me in the near future as neither of them had removed their armor and boots and had not reached for their weapons.

I looked past the guard to see the reaction of those on the shore. I it appeared that some were having a picnic, as there was food to be eaten, some of which was being prepared over open pit fires. There were blankets spread about and on two of the blankets at opposite ends of the beach out of sight from each other and the other members of the group, were two couples in the throws of passion. I could see the girls on all fours with the men mounting them from behind. One of the men just kept drilling his girl, while the other had stopped in mid thrust to cast his eyes upon me. The excitement of being watched did cause my small brown nipples to harden to their fullest.

My legs moved slowly in the water and I did my best to put one foot directly in front of the other to give my hips that little feline wiggle, of course that was just before my hips came above the water. I could already see that my appearance was a bit of a curiosity for some and a concern for others. Those others being the females as the males had mostly turned their attention to me. When my feet touched dry sand the guard who were closest to me took me by the arm gently, and guided me to a near by blanket. One was even so kind as to take my backpack and carry it to the blanket and set it next to me. 

I settled down onto my back as the hands of the older guard guided me. It appeared that he showed genuine concern for my wellbeing as he checked me over for injuries. Well, he was probably also checking out my breasts, nipples, and hairless little kitty between my legs though he was a gentleman about it, or he seemed so anyway, and at one point in his examination he called to an older woman by the cooking pit and she made her way to me quickly. I'm guessing she at this point that she was the medicine woman, or whatever they called them in their village. She was kind and assisted the guard in looking me over. I felt rather safe but I knew that I needed to keep my wits about me as the two men close to me were armed with swords and daggers that were about a foot in length.

The woman and the guard had spoken to each other for a few minutes, none of which the universal translator recognized, but on a good note, the UT was indicating that it had picked up 1% of the conversations going on around me but was not giving me any results yet as it was way too early in its learning process to allow me to communicate. As the conversation went on I heard a dull buzz around me and turned my attention past the guards to the crowd that has gathered. I looked around from face to face, and watched them staring at me. Most were in an age group between 15 and 30 by Earth standards, all of them were fair skinned, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Not an Asian looking humanoid could be seen, and now I knew why I had drawn such a crowd. I suspected that no one here had ever seen another being with my skin color, almond shaped eyes, and black hair. Oh joy, I have been marooned on the Planet of the Blondes!

I could see as I lay on my back that the crowd was parting, and through the opening a blonde buxom young woman in her early twenties made her way toward me. As she stood on the blanket next to me she spoke to the old medicine woman then extended her hand toward me, and I responded in kind. Her hand gripped mine and she helped me to my feet. As I got to my feet I took a good look at her, hoping that I could do it on the sly without making it appear obvious. She was blonde, with big blue eyes, a bit more tanned than the rest of the women I had observed and she had a figure that most of the men would fight to get close to. She was dressed in a white linen dress that came down past her knees, and it was wet in several places where the fabric was clinging to her skin. My guess was that she had been in the water before being called over to me. One thing that I quickly noticed was that she was wearing a gold collar similar to mine and it appeared to have some sort of crest on it with lettering that I could not make out. And yes, the UT was still stuck on 1% and was no use, but my human ears was detecting a Nordic sound to her words. 

As I stood before her, her hand reached out and smoothed back my still wet hair, and pushed it back off my shoulders, baring my breasts and torso to the world around me. Her hand moved from my hair to my shoulder, then to my wardrobe collar. Her fingers danced over it lightly and then moved to touch her collar. She took my right hand in hers and moved it to my collar, then to hers. From there she turned me to look toward another of the women standing near us. She moved my hand to a black leather collar that another tall blonde girl was wearing. 

My eyes followed her hand and I nodded to her. The collars appeared to be a sign of possession and those made of gold were a sign that the wearer was possessed by someone of high standing. Perhaps by royalty or nobility while those made of leather were of a lesser caste. This must have been important to her and possibly my survival here I thought as it was brought up right away. The girl with the gold collar once again touched my hand to my collar then to hers, which I took to mean that she and I were similar even though as she spoke through the whole series of motions, I did not understand a word of what she was saying but I think I understood what she was trying to teach me.

With my hand still in her grasp and my fingers intertwined with hers she took my hand and placed on her chest between her ample breasts, looked me in the eye and said, "Shilka", which she then repeated several times. I took that to mean that her name was "Shilka" and the UT agreed and jumped up to a whopping 2%. It was my turn so I gently pulled my hand away from her chest and placed her hand on mine, all the while not breaking eye contacts with her as I said three times, "Kitty" to which she nodded each time. Communication had occurred and we smiled too each other. 

Shilka kept her hand in mine as she turned to lead me out of the ring formed by the gathered blonde people. The youngest of the two guards picked up my backpack then both of the guards followed us as Shilka lead us to what could best be described as a teepee. The tent contained a straw mat thrown down on the floor, a cot and a pair of folding chairs that were nothing more than a few pieces of wood holding a canvas hammock. It was not big enough for two people to spend the night in unless they wanted to sleep in the chairs. Once we were inside the guards took up a position outside the opening with one on either side and were standing in a manner that suggested that this tent was closed for business.

Shilka looked my backpack over but could not figure out how to work the many zippered and Velcro openings. She handed the backpack to me then touched my chest, then moved her hand to her dress to give it a slight tug. Along with her hand motions she said several things verbally that I still did not understand but took her hand gestures to mean that I should put on some clothing. I did recall that except for the few people having sex outside the sightline of the group, none were naked and even those swimming were covered from neck to knee, well at least the women were. The men , except for the guards were wearing loin cloths. My host exited the tent after patting the cot, which I took to mean that she wanted me to put on some clothing and get some rest. I knew that she had a thousand or so questions that she would like answered, and well, so did I but that would have to wait. I was a bit tired from fighting the currents during my morning swim and thought that a nap was a good idea. The time alone would allow me to ponder on everything that I had observed on the beach, so as I replayed the morning's events over in my head, I settled myself naked down on the cot for a nap.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 12



I awoke from my nap to a great deal of drama going out outside the tent. I could hear horses arriving, and people talking in raised voices, though I still did not know what they were staying as the UT was stuck on 3%. I got quickly to my feet to see what was going on, but before going to look I thought I had better put some clothing on. My fingers moved to the wardrobe collar and paused there on the golden finish for several seconds while I put the final touches on what I should wear in my mind's eye. 

A few quick taps on the collar and those little wonderful wardrobe nano balls were rolling quickly across my skin leaving me standing in a thin tanned hide skirt from my waste to the middle of my thigh, topped off with a matching halter top, and matching skin tight moccasins rising up my lower leg to just below the knee. Given the ever loudening commotion outside, I thought it best to put on something that I could run or fight in depending on... well, you know how things can spin out of control. 

Quickly I fixed my hair into a long thick fishbone braid, then wound it up tightly into a bun on the back of my head and pinned it there with two 4 inch black steel spikes. Into the inside hem of each moccasin I slipped small star shaped blades in the form of a multi pointed star. The sharp black metal weapons are perfect for throwing or slicing at a sensitive area in close in combat. I was still not sure at what was happening outside, I would have preferred a sword but that was out of the question given that I just met these folks.

Outside I recognized the soft voice of Shilka, which seemed stressed as she was conversing quite loudly with several men. I reached out and brushed back the tent flap and poked my head outside. My actions were quickly met with two wooden poles with wide sharp spear heads crossed in front of my face. I did not need the UT to tell me that the grunts from the two guards meant that I would be staying inside for a while. With that my hand let go of the tent flap and it closed part way, which allowed me to peek through a small slit.

Through the slit I could see Shilka involved in a heated discussion with a uniformed man, and from the gold braid on his uniform, I got the impression that he must be an officer. Two riders dismounted their horses and performed what could be taken as a salute by thumping their clenched fists across their chests. The gesture was returned by the officer and they began to converse. As the four of them talked their facial epressions looked dire, then suddenly the officer turned toward the guards at the entrance to the tent and barked out several orders. The guards saluted and trotted away.

Shilka entered the tent shortly after the guard scampered away. She looked me up and down taking in the little sexy savage outfit I was wearing. I think she tried to explain what was happening as she walked me from the tent. I slung my backpack over my right shoulder as we walked to the center of the beach. Everyone was moving about briskly as they packed up their belongings and began walking briskly to a trail that lead away from the beach. It took us about 20 minutes to walk from the beach to a rather large camp that was in the process of being torn down and packed up in a great hurry. I wanted to ask Shilka what was going on but I still did not have the words in her language to ask... the UT was up to a disappointing 4%.

I noticed that Shilka was a person of some importance around here, and even though she wore a collar of possession, she was not working like the other owned girls were to strike the camp and pack up. As the campers scurried about packing, now and then I would get looked up and down, as people would pass by. Most of the women were clad in white linen dresses that usually came to between the knees and ankles. It seemed that the younger the woman, the shorter the dress, though none were as short as my little savage girl skirt which by the way most of the men had noticed.

One group of women passed by carrying several baskets and as one of the young girls passed she looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and winked, and shortly after winking she stumbled and dropped one of her baskets. I struggled hard to suppress a giggle. I turned to her and starting moving toward her to help, that is when Shilka caught me by the arm and spun me around to face her. As we made eye contact she pointed to my golden colored collar and then to hers, my eyes followed her hand and then I looked her in the eye. She pointed to the girl then to my collar then shook her head in the universal, "no" gesture. Again, communication had occurred and I was slowly learning the rules around here in regard to the golden collar. I just wish I knew what it all meant. However, the UT had just picked up the word for "no" and jumped to 6%.

The camp was packed hurriedly into horse drawn wagons and we were formed up on a dirt road heading. Shilka and I were near the front of the wagon train and unlike some of the other girls in the camp, we got to ride in the wagons, the others had to walk which made me a little uncomfortable being that I was created to serve and to care for others. If they only knew what this collar really was and did I would probably be burned at the stake as a witch or something.

As the column of humans, horses and wagons made its way through the countryside I took time to work with Shilka on understanding her language. She picked up on it quickly and seemed all too happy to assist. As we passed different landmarks and objects I would point them out and say the English word and she would respond with the corresponding word in her language. Shilka surprised me several hours into our journey when she would point to an object and use the proper English name followed by the name of the object in her language. I smiled to her when I realized that she was learning my language as she was teaching me hers. This could come in handy someday in the future I thought to myself. A quick check of the UT progress showed 16% and climbing.

Along the road we were traveling I came to the conclusion that this was mostly an agrarian civilization as the rolling hills were covered in crops of various types. Some of which looked similar to corn, wheat, potatoes, lettuce and beets, and some that looked like nothing I had seen before. We passed pastures with livestock and most of it looked Earth like also. I could make out horses obviously, cows, sheep, goats, and even a few barking dogs. So as far as I could tell, this could be the Middle Ages back on Earth. The most advanced tools that I had seen had been simple devices made of iron and wood. One thing that concerned me as we trekked north were the hastily erected fortifications were being constructed with in a spear's throw of the main road. Every so often I could see an observation tower under construction and the towers were surrounded by a depression in front of an earthen or wooden stockade. I suspected that they were preparing for the arrival of a hostile army, but that was just a guess.

I got a feeling in that something bad was coming this way from the South, and from the reaction of my traveling companions; they were worried about whatever it was also. It was shortly after this realization that I tapped my fingers on the wardrobe collar and interfaced it with my PDD. I ran through the inventory of clothing and weapons that I had loaded into the collar before leaving the safety of my cliff side cave. Unfortunately the device would not hold firearms or focused beam weapons, but I did have a pretty nasty assortment of throwing, stabbing, cutting weapons, and of course my trusty bow and a large supply of arrows. Unfortunately that would not be enough to confront an army but might just be enough to assist me if I had to suddenly dash to safety.

As the sun passed the mid point in the sky and transitioned to afternoon, loaves of bread and water were passed around throughout the wagon train when we came to a large grove of trees. We were able to dismount the wagons, and stretch our legs. I can tell you that this was most welcomed. This was the first time in my considerably short life that I had to ride on a wooden plank on a slow moving wagon. This was a reminder that the good folks at Osaka Eugenics did not give me much padding in that area when they created me. I wondered if Shilka was having the same discomfort, even though she had a perfect hourglass shape, she a bit more padding in the rear than I did.

The military was in charge of this wagon train, but what was puzzling is that most of the people in the convoy were civilians, and the majority of the women wore a collar. A few were copper, bronze, polished metal, and a few were made of simple leather. The though struck me that this was the evacuation of loved ones, or perhaps just an attempt to protect prized possessions. I was leaning toward the latter as the more expensive looking the collar, the more shapely and beautiful the woman was that wore it. I guess I should be thankful that Mister Drax chose to purchase the deluxe wardrobe collar for me.

As we walked around the wooded area, being careful not to stray too far away from the wagons, Shilka introduced me to some of our fellow travelers. Some were glad to make my acquaintance, others played along just because it was Shilka making the introduction. I am not sure if it was a jealousy thing, or if it was because of my black hair, slanted eyes, honey colored skin, or exotic looks. The introduction to the males was a whole different story. They would smile and do their best to make contact with my bare skin. I tried not to giggle when it was so obvious that they were checking me out and while they were, somehow I think Shilka was taking pride in being with me and the fuss that the men were making. I had this thought that maybe she was trying to play matchmaker for me, but then that was a radical assumption that I could not justify, but it was a passing thought anyway. I honestly have to say that even with the language barrier, Shilka and I were bonding as our journey continued.

We sat under a large Spung tree with a group of similarly collared girls. There was not much that I could add to their conversation but I did listen and was now able to pick out a word or two here and there, and the UT meter kept raising and moved all the way up to 33%. By the way, that 33% included the words for "huge" and a slang word for "penis" if the girl collared in copper's hand gestures were understood correctly. Oh, and yes, she pointed to one of the young officers during the conversation so I made a note to myself to check him out if I got the chance. 

When the soldiers came past our little group I was ready for them to usher us back onto the wagons but instead they passed out bedrolls and motioned for us to move beyond the clump of trees. When we made our way through the trees we found ourselves in a small field where there were many quickly erected two man tents were waiting for us. When the sergeant handed me my bedroll I stood up to accept it, and in the words the UT picked up from the day's journey I smiled thanked him. Shilka looked at me with pride while some of the other girls gave me a guarded look as they did not realize that I was quickly picking up their language. One actually turned red faced and I was wondering if she had been talking bad about me earlier and was thinking that she might have been caught.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, other than the other girls had a run-in with some mosquitoes. For some reason they did not bother with me, but for them it was mosquito buffet. We sat around and from what I could gather from the conversation it was mostly gossip about people I did not know, but this time during the conversation Shilka would turn to me from time to time and try to explain what was being said and to her surprise I understood more and more. 

As dusk turned to night the soldiers took up their guard posts and ushered us into the tents. Shilka and I sat on our bedrolls for a while and took turns brushing each other's hair. We whispered to each other about the day's events and just about when we were set to head off to bed she reached into her bag and pulled out two nightshirts. They were her size of course and her being about 5 or 6 inches taller than me, it was like a sleeping bag on me but I accepted her offering and we both shed our day clothing and got ready for bed. Once dressed we turned to each other and she took me into her arms and gave me a hug and bid me a good night in English, which prompted me to return the same to her in her language. We both giggled then went to sleep.

Shortly before first light I could hear the sounds of the soldiers outside making preparations to organize the wagon train and pack up the tents. Figuring that they would get to our tent soon I wanted to get dressed before Shilka awoke. Quietly I slipped out of the nightshirt that she had given me then tapped the wardrobe collar to dress myself for the day. For today I chose an outfit similar to yesterday's except without the halter. Still wanting to look the little savage I chose a short tan hide dress the same length as yesterday's skirt with t-shirt sleeves and a low cut neckline exposing just the bare top of my breasts. Even though I was not busty, I choose to wear a pushup bra today for more support against the bouncing of the wagon. Poor Shilka with her quart-sized melons must have been in agony from yesterday's ride. I imagine that the rest of the girls were having a similar problem, as most of the women here were tall, shapely and quite busty.

As I was pulling on my moccasins the one of the soldiers came to the opening of our tent and called out that it was time to move out. Shilka stirred to life and sat up, and as she was rubbing the sleep from her eyes I playfully lobbed my nightshirt at her and in her language said as best I could I told her to wake up or we would be stranded here. She tossed the shirt back at me, playfully growled a bit, stood up and stretched before tossing her long blonde hair back off her shoulders. I could not help but watch as she pulled her nightshirt off over her head... for a moment I just stood there as for the first time I could see her naked form and I must say that she was beautiful and had a form to be admired by most. My cheeks tinged pink as she turned to me and caught me in full stare. She giggled softly and struck a pose as if she were a model on a runway before doing a little turn. She had a figure that most of the genetic constructs back at Osaka Eugenics would be envious of.

For today's travels Shilka choose a simple white linen dress that passed down beyond her knees, with a simple pair of sandals on her feet. This was much similar to the attire that she had worn yesterday. As we exited the tent and the soldiers began to pack it up, Shilka led me over to what could be described in Earth terms as a chuck wagon. We met up with the other girls and it was clear to see that they were all wearing similar outfits as they were wearing yesterday, and all were very similar to each other. I thought to my self that this must be the specified attire for women on this planet, or perhaps it might just be the approved traveling attire. We joined the other girls, had our morning meal consisting of bread and fresh fruit from a near by grove of trees. The only thing that I missed so much was a hot cup of coffee. After breakfast we were ushered to our wagon and off we went, bouncing our boobs and butts across the countryside. I was thankful that the soldiers let us keep the bedrolls that we slept on; the bedding gave us a little bit of padding against the hard wooden wagon seat. I swore after yesterdays ride that if I ever found myself back on the cramped flight deck of a Drax Corporation shuttle, I would never complain again.

Nothing eventful happened on the road today. Shilka and I continued our conversation and language classes. By the end of the day the UT had reached 49% and even though limited, I was able to begin conversing with others in our group. There were so many questions that I wanted to ask but thought it best to wait until the UT was up closer to 100% so that I could clearly ask the question and properly understand the answer. Misreading the answer could have dire consequences for me for violating their customs, laws and such.

Thankfully when evening came we stopped by the shore of a large lake to make camp for the night because after two days of traveling, Shilka and I needed to bathe, and so did some of the other girls. After dinner we crossed the road and walked down the edge of the lake. There were enough people around us that Shilka dismissed her guards for the evening. She probably would not believe me if I told her that I could guard her just as well as they could, and of course I did not mention it at all. 

We separated ourselves from the rest of the pack of blonde gossip pack, stripped off our dresses and sandals before slipping into the cool water. Shilka noticed my bra and matching beige silk panties and inquired as to what they were and why I wore them. I explained about the bra keeping my breasts from flopping about madly, but mostly I explained that the undergarments being as small as they were are just a custom of ours. My heart skipped a beat as soon as I mentioned "custom of ours" and was waiting for the questions to begin as to where I was from and how I came to be here. I was thankful that these questions did not come. I knew that soon we would have to have this talk and I was ready for it but not looking forward to it.

We washed each other's hair and splashed about a bit. A good thirty minutes or so had passed by when we heard footsteps coming down a path that lead to where we were. From the water we could see one of the uncollared girls accompanied by one of the soldiers. As we exited the water and climbed up on a huge flat boulder, we dried each other off then used our towels as a blanket to lie on as we watched the new arrivals. There was not a whole lot to see at first. They talked a bit as he spread out a blanket on the ground, but before they could sit he placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips to his and they kissed for a few minutes. When the kiss broke he looked at her and spoke the word, "boratcha" in a loud commanding voice. 

With this Shilka whispered in my ear, "watch this as this is our custom. There will come a time when you may have to comply like she will". I nodded to her then turned my attention back to the couple.

The girl looked down as if she was not expecting the command so suddenly but she then looked back into the soldier's eyes and nodded as her hands move to the bottom hem of her white linen dress. The girl lifted the dress up and then off her body to stand before her man naked and barefoot. I could see in the moonlight that she was of similar build to Shilka, except perhaps a little shorter by an inch or two. I think she hesitated a little too long because once again her man barked out, "boratcha!" With that the girl turned her back to the man and slipped down to her knees, then moved into a position where she was on all fours facing away from him.

Shilka's lips pressed to my ear and she whispered, "Boratcha in our language means, "Present yourself". She went on to explain that this is a male dominated culture and that women are required to submit themselves on command to the male. The girl we were watching is uncollared therefore she is fair game and must do as she is commanded. Our owners protect those of us that are collared and an honorable man would not disrespect the collar of another man.

The girl looked back over her shoulders as the man slipped out of his boots, tunic and trousers, then he positioned himself on his knees behind her. He fumbled around for a few minutes with his manhood, rubbing it against her and then with one swift motion he pushed forward to plunge himself deep inside her. She tossed her head back sharply letting out a loud squeal then an even louder gasp of pleasure as he pulled out and pushed back in.




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The man reached forward and twisted his fingers into her long blonde hair and pulled back sharply like a rider pulling on the reins of his horse. Once in control of the girl's hair he began pulling back harder as he repeatedly thrust himself violently into her. The sound of flesh slapping flesh could be clearly heard from our position by the lake, and each fresh slap of flesh brought a grunt from him and a gasp of pleasure from her. We watched this girl being impaled over and over on the soldier's shaft, Shilka explained to me that this is the required mating position and that once a girl has surrendered herself, she is his to do with as he wishes. I had a feeling that this bit of information was to inform and possibly be a warning. 

My hand moved to touch my golden collar as I watched the girl being taken roughly before us. I could hear Shilka breathing heavy beside me and I noticed that my own breathing rate had increased as well. Watching the couple in front of us rutting wildly brought back memories of young Sir William and the way night we spent together on my 18th birthday. I was getting lost in the scene that played out before us when the man's tempo increased and the girl began moaning louder as her body convulsed and her orgasm began. It wasn't long before the man started grunting louder and thrusting faster. Within a minute or so he pulled himself out of her, took his manhood in hand and stroked it hard and fast. Thick white jets erupted from him, the first few powerful spurts landed on the back of her head and stuck in her hair. The following spurting globs landed on her back, backside, and between her butt cheeks. As the flow subsided, the man rubbed himself between her rear cheeks in a motion that resembled wiping himself off. 

The girl collapsed forward on to her chest and stomach. Her large globular breasts flattened out between her ribcage and the ground under the blanket. The man lay down next to her and cuddled with her, which was a bit shocking to me after the whole "boratcha" thing. Shilka began gently tugging at my arm and insisting in a low whisper that we must be going. It would be disrespectful should two collared girls be caught watching like we have been she explained. I nodded to her as we quickly donned our nightshirts and quietly made it back to the other side of the road and to our tent without being caught.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 13



 Chapter 14 – Pass Tents.

After our mad dash across the road we dove into our tent and broke out in the mad giggles. I guess it was not often that either of us got to sit through something like that. I have to admit that it did have an effect on me as it had been some time since I had been the object of a man's horny attention, and from the glow on Shilka's cheeks, and the high points on her chest, I think she was in a similar situation as I was. 

I really had to try hard to stop from laughing when Shilka began rubbing her back on her bedroll. She reminded me of an Earth dog trying to scratch an itch that it could not reach. The thin fabric of her nightshirt did very little to keep the mosquitoes away from her skin. Shilka asked me why the bugs did not bite me like they did her. I told her that I guess they do not like spicy Thai food. Unfortunately her not knowing my background, it was not funny for her but I could not help but snicker just a little.

I felt sorry for my traveling companion and I really wanted to do something to help her. I opened my backpack and rummaged around inside for a jar of cream that I had. Even though I did not get bug bites, I knew it would work for other skin irritations that I might get so I took it from someone's luggage that was on the shuttle with me. I turned Shilka around so that her back was toward me and asked her to remove her nightshirt, which she did without hesitation. I took a small amount on my fingers and spread it slowly across her back. Once I had several lines of cream on her I started rubbing it in over the little bug bite bumps. I could hear soft moans coming from her lips, though I was not sure she was aware of the sounds she was making each time I pressed my hands a bit harder against her back as I rubbed in the cream. Her muscles were quite tight and knotted from the long bouncy ride we had today on the wagon.

The more she moaned and squirmed the harder I pressed my fingers into her muscles. The more I pushed the more I felt her moving away from me so I asked her to lay down on her stomach so that I could tend to her better without pushing her away. I am not sure that she understood but I used my hands to guide her down on to her tummy to reinforce my words. Once she was in position I slipped off my nightshirt. I did not want to get the cream on my shirt if I could help it. I assumed that doing laundry meant going down to the lake and beating our clothing on a rock or something.

Once I got her and myself naked I straddled her and sat down with my butt planted firmly on hers. I leaned forward and began working my hands and fingers into the muscles of her neck. I could feel her relaxing to my touch and purring softly as my hands and fingers danced over her skin, and touching all those tight muscles. Remembering back to all those discussions of pressure points in my fist aid and martial arts courses came in handy and helped me to press in all the right spots with just enough pressure to help loosen my friend's muscles and help her relax and get comfortable.

At times I would lean forward and use the point of an elbow to press against her shoulder muscles. Leaning in with all my weight behind my elbow point brought gasps of pain and then pleasure as the knots were released. I have to admit that my hairless little kitty rubbing against her lower back each time I moved was having a good effect on me and made it difficult to remember that I was doing this for Shilka, not myself. I knew I was getting a bit moist down there and was hoping that she was too distracted by my massaging that she would not notice a little wet spot on her lower back. 

I worked my way down her back, pressing my thumbs into the small channel that outlined her spine. Working firmly and carefully which brought about more sighs of pleasure and relief. This went on for probably about thirty minutes or so, which is just about, the point where my hands began to cramp up, and Shilka was relaxed just about enough to fall asleep, or so I thought. 

Gently I slipped off her back and settled onto my own bedroll and tried to calm my breathing as I was just a bit... oh what the hell, I was turned on a lot. I was lying on my back and looking up at the peak formed by the tent while my hand was making circles over my tummy and chest, but avoiding my oh so sensitive little brown nipples. Light little touches as my fingertips danced over my warm skin. Several times I was tempted to dip my fingers between my legs and relieve myself but I thought I had better not, knowing how vocal I can get and not wanting to wake Shilka. As my fingertips danced down to the area just above my pubic bone, I felt Shilka's fingers pushing hand away as she rolled towards me, propped herself up on one elbow and let her fingers continue the dance that mine were performing.

Her hands moved along my skin, up my tummy and then back down, her motions creating a big oval of pleasure over my torso. Unlike my touch and my avoidance of my breasts and nipples, her fingers explored every inch of me that was exposed. Her fingers brushed over my little brown nipples, her touch was met with a soft low gasp of pleasure followed by a slight tremor flowing through my body. She knew that she had found a sensitive spot and would touch there again from time to time as her fingers continued to lightly caress my skin. When her hand would move over my breasts, her fingers like scissors would close on my nipple and give it a little tug. This was torture to me and my body was beginning its slow clime to toward orgasm. My hands clenched the bedroll and my fingernails dug deep into the soft padded fabric.

Shilka snuggled closer to me as her hand now spent most of the time paying attention to my breasts and nipples, a little tweak here, a gentle pinch there, and all the while alternating between my firm little mango sized mounds, giving attention to both in turn. That is until she firmly clutched onto my left breast, trapped the nipple between her fingers and at the same time squeezed. My head tilted back, I gulped in air quickly and was just about to let out a loud moan, but that moan was quickly cut off as she pressed her lips over my open mouth and pushed her tongue deep inside. My eyes closed as my tongue danced against hers as it filled my mouth. Working her tongue in and out, then working in swirls her tongue played with mine as if in a sensual battle for control of my small mouth. As our tongues danced and wrestled, Shilka rolled more towards me and pressed herself in tightly against me, her heavy breast leaning on my much smaller orb felt as if a hand were pushing down on my little mango. From time to time she would move slowly and her nipple would brush against mine as her firm heavy breast surrounded it.

Her leg shifted and moved over mine when she brought her thigh up to press against my hairless little soaked kitty. A short move of my leg brought my thigh up to press against her mound and the soft tuft of golden hair that covered it. This brought a moan to both of our lips, as this vocalization also did not get any farther than the inside of each other's open mouth. The passion of our kiss increased as our bodies began to squirm against each other. Her hand on my breast began to squeeze harder, and stretch my nipple more and more. My tongue probed against hers and as I was pushing mine against hers, trying to push my way between her lips the kiss was broken. Her body moved against mine and I adjusted myself to keep my thigh between her legs and her thigh between mine. As soon as I moved, her lips surrounded my right nipple and sucked softly, one, two three licks as her mouth drew my nipple in as far as it would go and then it happened... I began brusquely squirming under her as my body exploded through its first orgasmic wave.

Shilka continued to nibble on my chest, alternating from breast to breast, and as she slid down my torso to get in to a better position. I could feel her large nipples and heavy breasts rubbing and pressing against my flat little tummy. She had me trapped under her as her lips and tongue played with my nipples over and over through wave after wave of orgasmic delight. I opened my eyes and looked up when she pulled her lips from my nipples. My body was still trembling even though the orgasmic spasms had subsided. Shilka looked down at me as she was now propped up by one elbow. With my cat-like night vision fully engaged, I could see a broad smile on her lips, a gleam in her eye, and a look of accomplishment on her face.

I did not have a lot of experience pleasuring women, though my training prepared me to pleasure both men and women should my owner desire it. My experience with women was limited to the clumsy experimentation that my barracks mates and I had engaged in back at Osaka Eugenics. I could tell that Shilka was way more experienced than I was, but even lacking experience I knew exactly what Shilka wanted when she lowered her breast toward my face and brushed her stubby pink nipple over my lips. On instinct my lips parted and my pink pointed tongue lashed out over the areola and firm nipple. I heard her gasp softly as I planted several wet kisses on her offered nipple before she leaned closer. Her large breast covered most of my face and felt heavy as it pressed down against me. My mouth opened and my lips surrounded her large pink areola and closed tightly as I slowly began to suck. Her hand cradled my head from behind and held me to her nipple as a new mother would do with her baby. My eyes opened and as I looked up at her beautiful face, her mouth was open, her eyes were closed and she was sighing softly with pleasure. Seeing the affect I was having on her, I drew more of her breast into my mouth for my tongue to play with. Licking her firmly as my mouth pulsed as I tried to pull even more of her breast into my mouth with gentle suction. 

Shilka tossed her head back and moaned, her long blonde hair caressed my forehead with each movement, and as I drew harder on her breast and nipple I felt her hand return to my breast. My hand moved to her other breast, taking as much of it as I could into my hand. I thought that the thing must weight about five pounds or so, which lead me to a greater understanding of why her back was so tight after our wagon ride. As I massaged the free dangling orb she returned the favor to my breast. As I licked her nipple trapped inside my mouth and kneaded her breast, her hand moved from my right breast, to the left, giving both nipples a little tug between her fingers. As she squeezed and tugged I returned the favor, squeezing hers and sucking harder.

A moan passed from Shilka's open mouth as her hand gave my left breast a hard squeeze before she moved her hand down my torso. Her nails dragged over my honey colored flesh causing goose bumps to rise as my body shivered. Working her way down my tummy, her fingers circled my belly button before her hand trailed on down between my thighs. I felt her nails pass over my hairless mound before passing over then circling my little sensitive button. This brought a muffled squeal from my lips as I continued to pull harder on her breast and nipple with my mouth, sucking now like a nursing infant as if this was my last meal. The harder I sucked the harder she pulled my head toward her, and as I felt a tremble wash through her torso, her fingers curled into my thick black hair and pulled even harder to keep my lips right where she wanted them. 

Another shudder rumbled through her body as I continued to nurse from her, and her hand began rubbing up and down the smooth hairless slit between my legs. I rolled my hips up each time her hand pressed down. This went on for a while until using my hair as a handle she pulled my lips from her breast then covered my lips with hers. Her tongue flicked out against my lips and they parted automatically to accept her. She probed her tongue deep inside my mouth as for the first time her finger pressed inside my tight little slit. This only lasted for a few seconds as she pushed in and pulled out several times before moving her hand from between my legs totally. Her arms slipped under mine as she repositioned herself again while keeping her lips against my and her tongue pressing its way even deeper into my mouth. Her hands came up behind my shoulders and she held me to her and I did the same, hugging her tightly as her large breasts flattened against my torso and spilled out between our bodies. The passion of our kiss deepened, my mouth forced open even more as she pushed more of her tongue into me, my chest rose and fell rapidly against hers as I gasped for air, my savage moans silenced by her mouth over mine and her tongue pressed deep inside me.

Then as suddenly as our kiss began, it was over and her lips moved to my right breast where her teeth scraped against my nipple before drawing it in sharply. My back arched as I pressed my breast against her lips, then she released my right breast and latched on to the left with her lips and teeth. My fingers twisted into her blonde locks and held her lips to me, not wanting her to break her suction on my nipple, but of course she did, and with that I let out a deep sigh in frustration which brought a giggle from Shilka as she pressed her lips to my nipple to give it a tender kiss.

Shilka took a deep breath then moved a little to my left side then pressed her lips to the center of my chest and planted a soft warm kiss, followed by another, and another. She pushed herself up a little and began kissing her way down my tummy. I was squirming wildly again from every touch that came from her. I did not know what was turning me on most, the kisses from her lips, or the caress from her firm heavy breasts as the massaged my sides and tummy with every move she made. Shilka kissed her way down to my belly button then continued on down until she ran out of tummy and torso to kiss. As she repositioned herself, her chest was pressed firmly against the outside of my right thigh then as she leaned in, she planted a soft blowing kiss on my bare mound as her hand pushed my left leg away, opening me up fully as her next kiss landed between my legs on my wet glistening lips.

I pushed myself up to support myself on my elbow left elbow to watch with my night vision that was coming in oh so handy tonight. My right hand went behind Shilka's head to stroke her hair as her lips moved over mine. Her lips parted and her tongue flicked out over my little button, before moving around its outer edge, tracing its outline with just the very tip. My second orgasm was building rapidly, and there was nothing I could do to stop it, not that I wanted to. Her tongue ran around my little bud in circles several times before she turned her head to me and whispered, "so pretty, so perfect, so soft, and so tasty", which brought a big smile to my face as I had never thought of myself that way down there. She leaned in again and pressed her tongue to my little button again, but this time she used two fingers to spread my slender lips apart and her tongue ran through the crease that her fingers held open. A deep tremble ran though me as no one had ever licked me like this down there.

Shilka pulled back again and I just wanted to twist my fingers into her hair with both hands and pull her back, but I was patient. I trusted her and knew that she had something in mind. That is when her hands pressed pushed my legs apart and she settled down between them. Her chest was pressed tightly against my wet bedroll and her face was staring straight at the place I wanted her to continue licking, and continue licking she did. She leaned in real close and starting from the bottom, licked up along the left side, she followed up by doing the same to the right. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, not wanting to explode right then and there. She had to know what this was doing to me and I suspect that she has done this before a time or two. Perhaps this is also why she is so popular with the other ladies and the looks that I have been getting were not from disgust, but were from jealousy.

The licking stopped as he opened her mouth and pressed her lips over mine, then next sensation I felt was her squirming tongue pressing slowly inside me. She suckled softly while darting her tongue inside, then pulling out again. It did not take too long before my hands reached out to grab her hair and hold her lips to my little hairless kitty. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming out in wild passion as the first wave of my second orgasm took control of my slender body. My hips bucked and thrashed wildly and as she continued to probe in and out of me with her tongue I felt her face slipping against my skin as a large wet spot began to form under my little butt on my bedroll. 

Shilka continued to lick and twist her tongue deep inside me as wave after wave of passion and ecstasy took control of my body. I began to taste my own blood as my teeth sliced through my lower lip, which on most people this would have dampened the pleasure of the moment but for me, for some reason the taste of my own blood brought another powerful wave crashing through my body. Two, three more waves and my muscles tensed, the forth wave cascaded through me then everything was gone. My body relaxed and I flopped backwards onto my back on my bedroll, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. My eyes opened as I looked down my torso to see Shilka's wet face looking back up into my eyes. With a little wink she lowered her face and lips back down between my legs and planted a soft kiss on my little engorged button. 

I stroked her hair softly as she planted several more kisses between my legs before she pushed her middle finger slowly inside me. I was not expecting this and it came to a surprise to me as she pushed it all the way in as her lips surrounded my little button and sucked softly on it. She fingered me deep and slowly began to build up speed and as if on autopilot my hips began to reply and push back against her finger, trying to take it deeper. She pulled her finger out and slid her tongue back into me, and though my second orgasm just barely finished, a third was starting to build quickly as her tongue plunged deep inside of me over and over again. My body was losing control again as I squirmed and wiggled against her tongue. My hands clenched the bedroll and my fingernails dug in once again, and then she pulled away leaving me lying on my back feeling quite empty and frustrated.

She moved away from between my legs and moved her face up toward my head. Pressing her wet lips against my ear she whispered in a hoarse commanding voice, "Boracha!" It took me a few seconds to come to my senses when she said it again, except this time a bit more forcefully, "Boratcha!" Remembered our conversation from earlier I knew what she wanted and also knew that I needed to react immediately should I hear this word again. 

My body protested as I moved, my muscles were still in the early stages of another orgasmic convulsion and moved sluggishly as I positioned myself on my hands and knees. Shilka positioned herself behind me and pushed my head and chest down onto the bedroll. Her lips moved back between my legs and her tongue ran their length again and probed deep inside from the back. Her hand moved to my little button and she began to massage, pinch, and stroke it gently. Again my body started down the road to number three when she pulled her tongue out of me and leaned in to rub her breasts and nipples between and over my wet dripping lips in turn, coating them with my wetness. Her fingers still working over my little overly sensitive nub. I was so close to number three when she pulled her soaked breasts and nipples away from me and released her fingers from my little button. Oh I was so ready to take matters into my own hands and I think she knew it too. 




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I was not to be denied however because as I was on my knees she turned herself around and slid her head under me, bringing her lips back to my little wet and wanton kitty. After several licks she pulled me into a position where I was sitting on her face with my thighs against her ears and her tongue pressed deep inside me once again. Her comes number three again I thought but no, her hands grabbed my thighs and lifted me up slightly as she slid me down her body. My chest met hers as her hand took control of my hair and pulled my lips to hers where once again she pushed her tongue inside. I could feel her wet chest slipping against mine and it felt awesome. I kissed her back with deep hunger as her tongue invaded my small mouth, but this time not to be denied, I pushed back with my tongue and broke the barrier between us and forced my tongue into her mouth. In triumph I claimed my victory by pushing in deeper and swirling my tongue around with hers in a highly erotic tango.

While my tongue was taking its victory lap around the inside of Shilka's mouth, her hands were moving down my sides, over my hip and latching onto my firm little butt. Her hands squeezed tightly and the middle finger of her right hand pressed against my wet little back opening then slipped in slightly. My victory lap was a distraction and ended in a gasp as my back door was pleasantly violated. This was just the distraction she was looking for as she twisted suddenly and tossed me off of her on to my bedroll on my back. And here I was experiencing the thrill of victory one second, then the next second my butt is planted on my wet bedroll in a puddle of my own wetness. It did not take long for Shilka to scamper on top of me. Her chest pressed against mine as she kissed me softly and lowered the golden patch of fur covering her mound down onto my bare little drowned kitty. The feel of her mound against mine flipped the switch on old orgasm number three and the rumblings started, but she was not yet into position as she broke our kiss and reached for my right leg. She pulled my leg up along side her torso and positioned herself between my legs. She held on tightly to my leg as she slid her legs on either side of mine bringing our most sensitive parts together in a position that looked like two pair of scissors opened and pressed together.

Shilka pushed her full weight down against my trapped little kitty then moved back an inch or so, which brought a gasp from both of us. She moved back in and pressed in harder again as my little button met her much larger one and our lips mashed against each other. The wetness from my little kitty was spread to hers even though I was sure that she was already wet down there. It was not long before she was pushing hard against me and I was rolling my hips to push back against us. Soft squishing sounds could be heard between the gasping and moaning coming from each of us as she ground herself against me. As my orgasm built I could feel the combination of her wetness and mine leaking down over my bare kitty and down the over my tight backdoor where her fingers and been moments before.

Her breathing increased as did mine and as close as she was to bringing me to number three, her first orgasm was fast approaching. We humped and squirmed against each other and as I felt myself ready to explode, I did my best to mentally hold off, not wanting to go before her. I knew that she had gotten me to finish three times but now, this time I wanted her to go first. My body was giving in to number three through and everything I tried was only delaying the inevitable conclusion. As her orgasm built inside her she moved faster. I tried to slow her down but she was bigger, stronger, and had more weight behind her as her golden cat had it's way with my little bare kitty. I closed my eyes and willed myself not to come but in the end my body gave in and began to shudder and convulse through the grandest of all the orgasms I would have this night. My body vibrated and bucked as my little kitty drenched hers as the first and second waves crashed through my body. My hand reached up and took hold of her enormous juggling breasts. My hand caressed and teased them, my fingers working over and around her nipples, all the while my body was still being used for her pleasure. 

A few minutes after my body began to calm down a little I felt her moving faster and harder against me. Her hands came up to cover mine and squeeze them against her breasts. I clenched my hands together as best I could, but there was just too much breast to be able to get my little hands around but as she would squeeze my hands I would squeeze hers, and then when I got a good grip on her melons, she began to tremble and buck hard against me as her body began to convulse. Her mound met mine harder and faster and I ground up against hers. Our most sensitive bits met, mashed together and her orgasm began, but just as hers began, number four for me was soon to happen. Though it may have been a continuation of number three, I do not really care because as she came, I did as well. She was becoming more vocal as her orgasm took her. My hands reached up and grabbed her golden hair as I pulled her down and myself up to meet her. Our lips met and parted, and our tongues found each other to effectively cut off any sounds from escaping and alerting our fellow campers as to what was happening. 

As we both came together, we both finished together and collapsed into a heap on the bedrolls. Both of us laying on our sides facing each other, our lips pressed together and our tongues making lazy circles inside each other's mouths. The fight for control was over, though I probably surrendered more than I would like to admit, no one really lost I suppose. We held each other tightly as our breathing returned to normal. We fell asleep in each other's arms, our legs entwined together. My last thought before falling asleep was, "She got the dry bedroll and my butt is still in the water".



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 14



I am not sure how or why things happened the way they did but as I lay here entangled with Shilka in a blissful embrace, I searched my mind for the reason that things happened the way that they did and I hope that when she awakes, things will still be right between us. I suspect that the blame for our night of passion lay with the soldier we had watched take joy in the company of his young lady. Ok, that is putting it too politely, he truly shagged her rotten, but the witnessing of the act between the two of them had Shilka and I quite hot and bothered I must admit. For a few waking minutes I thought that maybe last night had been a wonderfully erotic dream, but as I found myself still laying on a soggy bedroll, I knew it was no dream.

As Shilka lay in my arms and snuggled all up against me, I noticed that the sun had climbed higher in the sky than it normally had before the soldiers marshaled us to breakfast. Something was different today. Perhaps the emergency is over and we can slow things down a bit and catch our breath. Speaking of breathing, Shilka had stopped snoring and was stirring to life next to me. As her eyes opened I smiled and bid her "good morning", to which she groaned and pushed herself up to face me. She slipped an arm behind me and pulled my nakedness in close against her and kissed me. My arms slipped around her neck and draped over her shoulders as I kissed her back. 

We were both a mess. She looked as much the wild savage as I did, and I knew I was badly in need of a bath. I hoped that she would find some way to make that happen as we both had that early morning walk of shame look about us. We broke our embrace and began discussing the lack of movement of our wagon train, and the need for food and bathing. Shilka picked up my nightshirt and tossed it at me with the suggestion that we go outside and see what was going on and have some breakfast if we had not missed out on getting our morning ration. 

We dressed quickly then exited the tent. I have to say that walking was a little bit of a challenge as some of my more sensitive parts felt quite raw. So raw in fact that I skipped the underwear this morning so that perhaps some soothing fresh air would hit some of those sensitive parts. Outside the tent, some of the girls were fully dressed while others were milling around in their nightshirts. I found it odd that most of the women wore the same style dresses, and the same style nightshirts, the same hairstyle. The only difference seemed to be a little lace here and there and perhaps a difference colored thread, but all were white and of the similar style. 

Shilka made attempts to get answers from the other girls, but none of them had the answer she was looking for as to why we were not moving on today. Now I have to say that even in her waking hour, Shilka is the model of refinement and beauty and would not normally leave the tent until her hair was done and she was looking perfect. This morning, she looked like me... a wild haired frazzled little savage. One of the girls in our little troupe walked past, looked Shilka and I up and down and made some sort of snide remark that I did not understand before stomping off. I suppose that even on this as yet un named planet, the "walk of shame" was universal. Shilka was a bit disturbed by this treatment by the other girl and my hope was that it was nothing that I did that caused her grief. Shilka leaned into me and whisper, "Keep an eye on that one, she is usually trouble." I nodded and told her that I will be careful. 

We managed to track down one of the senior officers and Shilka asked him what was going on, and why the delay in our departure. I did not fully understand the answer as the UT was only up to 66%. What I did get was that a large army unit was moving to the south and needed full access to the road we were on. We were ordered to stay off the road until they had passed. My first thought was that I would like to get a look at this army, perhaps that will teach me more about the culture here and their level of technology. Secondly, it meant that we should have most of the day to hang out at the lake, take a nice swim and relax, and perhaps wash out my soggy bedroll. Mentioning the laundry part to Shilka brought a giggle that caused the young officer to nod politely and walk off. 

We went back to our tent, cleaned ourselves up a bit, brushed each other's hair, hung my bedroll out in the sun to dry, then sauntered off to find ourselves some breakfast. The morning meal was the same as yesterday, a small loaf of bread, a bit of fruit, and some fresh water. It was filling but the feline in me was craving some meat. This got me to wondering about how upset these good folks would be if I slipped off by myself for a while and put the survival skills that I was taught at the academy to use to get us some real meat. I put those thoughts out of my head quickly as Shilka acquired a couple of towels, some soap which she dropped into a fairly large shoulder bag she was carrying, then led us off in the direction of the lake and the huge boulder we hung out at the night before.

When we got to our spot we found that we were not alone. Other girls were there already, as were a few of the soldiers. Most were bathing and frolicking around in the water. My attention was on the others around us and I had not noticed when Shilka has slipped behind the rock until she returned wearing an awful baggy looking outfit that spanned from her shoulder to her knees. This is what passed for a bathing suit here as I noticed the girls not washing themselves were wearing something similar. Shilka pointed behind the rock and suggested that I put on something appropriate to swim in. Unfortunately I had nothing like that in Victorian nightmare my bag, or in my wardrobe collar. I would need to connect the collar to a data terminal to design something that would be acceptable.

I thought quickly about what I might have programmed into my collar that would be acceptable and I found nothing to my dismay. Everything was too futuristic, and the fabrics and designs were just too high tech to wear here, though I thought that someday an occasion would arise that I will have to wear something not made of a natural fiber, but today was not going to be that day. Then an idea hit me, after all I was the little savage girl, so I selected an outfit that was light tan in color and made of a natural chamois type hide that was very thin and would cling to my body tightly in all the right places before and even more so after it got wet. The top was a halter but was smaller than the one I wore a few days ago and this one looked similar to a bikini top. The bottom was constructed similar to a bikini bottom but had a skirt component sewn into it at the top that hung down about 3 inches below my butt. Pretty much it was a loincloth with built in panties. It covered all of my private areas... well, just barely.

When I came out from behind the boulder Shilka looked me over for a minute or so, shook her head, did a proper face palm then mentioned something about getting me some lady like clothing very soon. She was not the only girl at the lake that did not approve. I got a few stern looks from the other girls and mostly long leering looks from the men. The look that Shilka gave me had upset me a bit. After the way things went the night before, this look was a bit unexpected. It was almost as if now my sexuality and attire embarrassed her now, when just a few days ago she did not mind. Maybe I was thinking too much about things now. I was thinking that I should be alone for a while to think things through so I ducked back behind the rock put my backpack on and tapped a bit at the wardrobe collar. The backpack was converted to a billion tiny balls that rolled up toward the wardrobe collar and was gone. No sense leaving that on shore for someone to wander off with I thought as I climbed the huge boulder near by, took a long look around, took a deep breath then dove into the water.

The water was cool on my skin as I sunk toward the bottom of the lake. After a few seconds of intentional sinking, I started swimming under the water toward the center of the lake. The water was fairly clear and there were an abundance of fish for the catching. I tried several times to grab a few of the trout looking fish but they were too fast for me and darted out of reach quickly. It would have been great to catch a few fish. I had been growing bored with bread, fruit, and water. I kept swimming until my lungs were painfully crying out for air which was somewhere around the four or five minutes mark, and then I rapidly kicked for the surface. As my head cleared the surface of the water I wiped my eyes, brushed my hair back out off my face then looked back toward the shoreline. Shilka was huddled with a group of the other women in the water and it looked like they had shed their clothing and were doing the community-bathing thing.

Since Shilka and the other metallic collared snobs seemed to be entertaining themselves I thought I would just continue swimming. I dove down several times under the water and made a few more attempts at snagging a fish but to no avail. At least I gave it a good try. The sun was past the mid point in the sky and I decided that I would make for the shoreline. I had drifted closer to the western shore and away from Shilka and the girls. I could see them all reclining on the shore now, drying them selves in the sun and brushing each other's hair. I knew I could probably find a way to fit in with them but not being blonde haired and blue eyed put me at an immediate disadvantage. Oh well, I can give it another try later I thought as I swam for the western shore.

I came ashore in front of a small clearing at the base of a rolling hill that swept gradually up from the shoreline. I looked around and seen that I was alone. I tapped at the wardrobe collar and instructed it to drape my shoulders with a large soft towel suitable for a day at the beach, and sure enough, just as ordered, the little nano balls delivered. I started at my head and dried my hair, stripped out of my wet clothing and hung them up on the branch of a nearby tree to dry then toweled off. I spread the towel out in the soft grass in the shade of a huge tree then spread myself out on top of the towel to take a little well deserved nap. 

My little catnap was interrupted by a rustling of bushes, the sounds of loud animalistic grunts, the sounds of cloven hoof beats against the dirt, and the sound of a girl screaming. The scream really did it for me; I came fully to my senses and tried to quickly assess the situation. I could not see anything from the ground but there was a tree nearby and climbing it seemed the best move. On the way to the tree I grabbed my clothing which were now dry, I tapped out a change of clothing on my wardrobe collar and changed into my brown rip stop cargo shorts and black t-shirt. I did not have time to select shoes and I knew I could climb just as good in my bare feet. I did however tap out the sequence to deploy my bow and quiver of arrows, and with in seconds they were packed comfortably on my back as I started my climb.

I scampered up the trunk of the tree to the first set of thick branches, the second set where a bit higher up and off to the side. Carefully I balanced myself then pushed off, leaping for the second set of branches. My right hand caught hold of the branch but my left hand landed in a slimy spot of something or other that oozed from the tree branch and had slipped off, and there was no perch for my feet to land on. My right hand began to lose its grip and I struggled to push myself up with one foot on the tree trunk and the other hand reaching to grasp the slippery branch. Just as I was about to slip off the branch I felt a searing pain in the tips of my fingers and toes and my hand stopped slipping and was now grasping the branch firmly. My foot that was trying to push up on the tree trunk dug in and I was able to dig my fingernails into the branch with both hands and push then pull myself up to sit cat-like on the branch.

I was in a near panic when I looked down at my fingers and toes. Some how my nails had transformed themselves into claws about an inch and a half in length, the same had happened to my toenails. This cannot be possible I thought as I knew of nothing that has been programmed into me to allow this to happen. This got me in a tizzy and talking out loud to myself, discussing the possibilities and probabilities with myself and whatever deity might exist on this planet. How do I stop this? How do I turn this back to normal? How do I get these claws back again if I want to were the thoughts running through my head? Once I was able to still my mind, I thought of the words the Kamaloids passed to me in the dream-like state during my anti-agapic conversion... they are shape shifters, the anti-agapic serum was created from their blood, and I was created with cat DNA! 

Holy crap on a cracker, it all made sense now! Ok, what to do now... have to think clearly. I can change my eyes to feline-like night vision that is part of the cat in me, how do I do the claws. I closed my eyes and concentrated... nothing happened. I held my eyes open and stared at my claws and willed them to retract and with in a fraction of a second they were gone. My thoughts turned to how to make that happen again when I want it to happen. I was about to try to will my claws to come out when I heard the human scream again, except it was much closer now.

With feline grace I quickly darted up the tree until I could see the screaming girl. I could see that she was dressed in the same manner as Shilka and her group, and she was running up the trail that led her right past me. The girl was being chased by what looked like a wild boar or perhaps a larger Thracian razor beast. I yelled to the girl in her language as best as I could, "run to the sound of my voice then run to the water!" I do not know if she heard me but she was running in my direction as fast as she could and the beast was gaining ground on her. 

I pulled my bow off of my back, pulled an arrow from the quiver and took aim. The boar was closer to the girl now as I took careful aim so as not to hit her. When I let the arrow loose it struck the boar in the right shoulder causing him to pitch forward and tumble head first into the ground. The animal made a terrible noise as the arrow struck and lodged deep in his muscle, but this did not stop him. With his front leg crippled and tucked up under him, the huge animal got up and his three functioning legs and continued after the girl who by this time had passed under me and made it to the water's edge.

As the boar lumbered towards her on three legs and came closer to my tree. I retrieved a second arrow and aimed it for the center of his back just behind the animal's skull. I took aim, taking care to lead the boar as it charged. I let the second arrow fly. The arrow struck the boar between the shoulders at the base of his skull and sunk in deep, which severed his spine, disconnecting his brain from the rest of his body. The beast pitched forward and crashed down onto his belly. He was still breathing and in terrible pain, and also in a panic as none of his limbs would function though it could still whip its head from side to side. The four inch tusks on his snout could still do some damage should it hit a leg or torso.

I observed the animal for a minute or so then tapped out a new command on my wardrobe collar. The nano balls worked their magic and my Bowie knife and scabbard appeared strapped to my upper right thigh, and my quiver of arrows and bow were stowed safely away for another time. I scampered down the tree as fast as I could, not wanting the animal to suffer anymore than he already had. I pulled the knife from the scabbard attached to my leg and dove from the lowest branch onto the beasts back. I landed on his back and reached under his neck with my left hand to steady myself, then drew the knife swiftly across his throat with my right, cutting it from jowl to jowl severing his windpipe and main arteries to the brain. It took about a minute or so for the creature to stop moving, and in that time I retrieved the arrows from the body of the beast, tapped the wardrobe collar and sent them into hiding before the girl came back to see what had happened.

I pushed myself off of the beast, his blood stained my clothing and skin, and I even had some in my hair that plastered the wet strands to my face. I pushed my hair out of my face, which only left a streak of blood across my cheeks. I bunched my hair together and tossed it off my shoulders to hang freely down my back. It was then that I felt arms circling me and a female form pressing against my torso. It was the girl, and she hugged me tightly and over and over again was thanking me in her language, most of which I understood. She kissed me on the lips and thanked me a few more times.

She pulled herself from me then looked me over as she stepped back. Her hands ran over my arms, legs and torso, then as a smile crossed her lips. Thank the maker you are not hurt, she said. I was so worried when you jumped out of that tree and on to that huge choragi. She introduced herself as Teela, and as I looked her over I did recognize her from the wagon train. She appeared to be the same age as me. She wore clothing similar to the knee length dress that is popular with Shilka and her group. She was a little shorter than Shilka by a few inches, which made her much closer to my height but still taller. Her build was slender and her chest was a few sizes smaller than Shilka's as well. (I figured you guys would want to know this) The collar she wore was made of black leather and was about a half inch in width with a silver clasp. As I noticed her collar she noticed mine and began to bow, which I quickly cut her off in mid bow and explained that this is not necessary or expected where I come from. And again, I got hugged and thanked. After adding a few more words to the UT, the meter had climbed to 83%.

Teela was not the pampered pet that Shilka was, and was much more athletic with a sort of tomboy quality. She suggested that we gut the beast and take it back to the camp. She took the knife from me and set about slitting the belly and removing the internals. She was quite adept with the blade and worked quickly. Obviously she had done this before. This sort of thing was covered in survival training back at the academy but only in simulators, and on video. I learned more from watching and assisting Teela than I had back at the academy. When she was done we buried the entrails and other parts, used a few sections of vines to tie the feet together to allow us to carry our dinner home on a pole. 

Teela cautioned me about returning to camp with a knife as such things were forbidden to females except in the preparation of food. She said that she would not tell anyone that I had it and while she was hefting the pole up on her shoulder, I tapped out the code that sucked the knife and scabbard back into wardrobe collar and feigned as if I had tossed the blade into the bushes. At the same time I used the wardrobe collar to put the backpack onto my back, and a pair of ankle high moccasins on my feet. I shouldered my half of the burden and we set off into the woods along the path that Teela had traveled before.

It took us about an hour to get back to the beach where Shilka and the other girls were still lazing about and gossiping. They were in the process of brushing and braiding each others hair when one of them caught the first sight of Teela and I covered in blood and carrying this huge wild and very dead beast over our shoulders. Shilka like Teela checked me over for injuries and found none then did the same to Teela. Shilka tended to be the mother hen type with the other collared girls. I explained to her that the blood was from the animal and that I had killed it with a knife that I had somehow lost on the way back to the camp. Hopefully this would be enough of an explanation that neither of us would get in trouble for having a weapon, though being the little savage that I appeared to be, having knife of some sort would be easy enough to explain away. 




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 14



One of the girls called for the guards who came over to see what all the fuss was about. A conversation ensued and the next thing I knew the guards were taking the beast off in the direction of the chuck wagon and the fire pit. After the guards left I opened my backpack, took out my towel and laid it out on the huge boulder that had become the preferred hangout here at the lake. Stripping off my blood covered shirt and shorts as I made my way to the water and dove in. I noticed that Teela had followed me. I have to admit seeing her sans clothing for the first time, her body was impressive and very well toned, more so than Shilka. As she moved I could see the outline of the muscles beneath her skin. We splashed about a bit as our clothes floated nearby in the gentle waves of the lake. We took turns washing the matted blood from our hair then washed out our clothing. 

When the dinner bell rang we shared my oversized towel and donned our wet clothing. It was a warm evening and the wet clothes helped to keep us cool, not to mention the outline of our breasts, areolas and nipples under my wet t-shirt and her wet white dress gave our fellow campers a thing or two to look at and talk about in hushed tones. Speaking of looks, Shilka cast a gaze in my direction as we lined up at the chuck wagon, her head was shaking from side to side as she showed her usual disapproval of my wet urban attire. Teela noticed Shilka's look toward me and whispered, "what is that about?" to which I replied, "she does not like my wardrobe choices again". Teela chuckled and looked me over approvingly as we sat down together to eat our dinner. Somehow I think she would have liked her own copy of the outfit that I was wearing.

Teela and I ate well that night in appreciation for bringing in the tasty beast. While the barbecued beast was rationed, we were allowed to take all that we wanted but still, we only took a little more than a normal portion so as not to take a share away from someone else. Through out the evening meal we were thanked many times by the soldiers and our fellow travelers. After dinner was finished, Shilka went down to the lake with her group of friends, and Teela did the same with hers. It was obvious that the girls with the metallic colored collars and the girls with the non-metallic ones traveled in different circles. Through there were no ill will between the girls; they just did not hang out much together. Somehow I think that coming back with Teela this afternoon caused some sort of rift between Shilka and I as I was not asked to join them, then add to that how the other girls with Shilka mostly give me the evil eye when we are together.

So tonight I went to the lake by myself. For the evening out I chose a long stripped mans business like dress shirt that I had acquired back at the academy on the night of my birthday. It was in the closet of the room that Sir William and I shared. Yes, I am a little thief at times... just call me a cat burglar. Anyway, the shirt came down close to my knees, well to be honest it came about four inches from my knees. It was a button down shirt that was white with blue pin stripes. I threw on the same a pair of plain flat leather sandals. Perhaps Shilka and her pack would approve of this eveningwear I thought to my self.

While the girls in their little groups sat around and chatted, my thoughts turned to the retractable claws that had appeared this afternoon. I had already switched my eyes to night vision and as I sat on the large boulder looking out over the lake, I went about working on how to will my claws to appear again. After about an hour or so of trying, I felt the tingle and then burning under my fingernails, then a brief sharp pain that was much less than it was this afternoon. As I brought my hand up to my face and let it hover there, I was staring at five fingers with razor sharp claws. 

This afternoon in all the excitement I had thought that the claws came out from under my nails but it appears that it was actually a transformation of my nails into the inch and a half long claws. I put my claws away, then brought them back out a few times, testing how fast I could make the change, and getting better at willing the change to happen. I put my claws away for the final time then instead of climbing down from the boulder, I jumped off. It was a higher jump than I was once comfortable making but thinking of all the feline changes I had transitioned through today I thought I would take a chance, and just like your normal house or jungle cat, I landed softly on the ground with perfect feline grace.

As I got to my feet from the three-point stance I had landed in, I heard Shilka's soft voice from behind me say teasingly, "You are being very brave today I see". I turned and smiled at her as we both had a private giggle, she put her arm around me and we walked together toward the tent city that we were calling home. As we crossed the road and neared our tent I couldn't help to wonder if the army came past yet or if we were going to be waiting here by the lake for another day or so. I was going to ask but we had arrived at our tent and entered quietly as it was much too late for chatter. Most of the campers were sleeping so we sat silently on our bedrolls, brushed each other's hair then set off to sleep. As I snuggled in under my bedroll I just had to give my claws one last little test... claws on, claws off, claws on, claws off... so wonderful to learn new things I thought as I set my head on my arm and went off to sleep.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 15



Morning came and I awoke to the sound of many feet scampering past our tent heading toward the road. Not to be left out of the mad rush to the road I willed myself out of bed and dressed myself in the simple white with blue pinstriped man's shirt I had on the previous evening, ran Shilka's brush through my unruly mane a few times before exiting the tent. It was later in the morning than we were used to getting up and Shilka was already up and out of the tent before me. I noticed her standing along the roadside and I moved through the crowd and stood next to her to find out what was going on. It did not take long to find out what all the commotion was about, the army in all its splendor was here and the first group was marching in formation eight abreast down the road from the north toward us.

They were a smartly dressed army in blue and white tunics with grey leggings that went up under their chainmail armor that covered them from shoulder to thigh. The first line were the flag bearers, followed by four men on horseback. From the decorations on their tunics, these were the senior officers, most likely of General or Field Marshal rank. The one in the center I would guess was the senior general as he had the most decorations and was wearing a helmet with golden plumage, unlike the others that wore blue plumage. Shilka confirmed that the man with the golden plumage was the General of the Army. She went on to say that the King was on his way to join the army somewhere South of us, and that the Prince was on the way to Grimsod Castle to assemble the reserve units currently being assembled in the north. From this information, it seemed that Shilka had been busy this morning collecting details.

Shilka informed me that she has been ordered to remain here until the King arrives and that the wagons would be splitting up here for various destinations. We continued to talk as the army passed by. Shilka finally volunteered that she is as I had suspected, the King's consort and he wanted her with him. Of course this made me wonder why he would be taking her with him to a warzone, and where the Queen might be in all this mess. She went on to tell me that I would be going on to Grimsod Shire and that arrangements had been made for Teela to accompany me, as her owner was the Reeve of Grimsod Shire. I was sad that I was going to be separated from Shilka, but at least I would have someone that I knew along for the ride. 

I watched with interest from a military point of view as the troops passed by. The army looked and marched smartly and their officers popped off a crisp salute as each section passed the General who was still on horseback by the side of the road reviewing his troops as the paraded past. I looked at the General from time to time to gage his response to the troops and those around him, and on several occasions I caught him looking in my direction. I guess I really stood out being the only person with natural honey colored skin, long black hair and brown slanted eyes in the area. I did not notice that Shilka had stepped away from my side as I was paying close attention to the troops, their uniforms, and the weapons that they carried. The first units to pass by carried long pikes about six or seven feet in length with long wide pointy tips attached to the business end. These soldiers carried a short sword or long knife about twenty inches long attached to a belt at their hip. All of them like those to follow wore simple chainmail armor from shoulders to their thighs.

The next variety of armed group to pass was the swordsmen. They had affixed to their waists as wide leather belt holding a scabbard with a sheathed Gladius type sword. Attached to the other side of the belt was a small knife, a hatchet, or a mace. It appeared as if the choice of the secondary weapon was up to the individual soldier. As they marched the soldiers carried a round shield that may have been metal or polished wood. The background of the shield was painted white with a blue and grey lion emblazoned in the center. This appeared to be the royal crest or possibly the national standard. Throughout the procession there were no projectile weapons to be seen. No bows, no slings, nothing but cutting, stabbing and hacking style weapons which meant that this was an army without archers. I started to think that instead of going north with the wagons, I should just slip off and follow the army out of sight and off in a distance to see the battle that was coming and to see what sort of foe they were going off to meet.

It had been several hours since the troops had passed. Once the road was clear we were marshaled to our wagons for our final destination. Before leaving the tent for the final time I threw the backpack on my back and tapped out the code on the wardrobe collar that turned the bag to little tiny nano balls and stored it in my wardrobe collar. I decided to make the trip in my pinstriped shirt and a pair of plain brown peasant sandals. Today I left my hair down, not wanting to go through the trouble of braiding it for the ride. I slung my neatly rolled bedroll over my shoulder then looked around for my friend. I met up with Teela and we walked toward the group of wagons that we had been assigned to.

When we got to the wagons one of the soldiers pointed Teela toward one of the wagons in the front of the column, she thanked him properly and went on her way. Once Teela was out of sight, one of the soldiers grabbed me by my free flowing hair while the other two took me by the arms. The soldier holding my hair said, "The General has a special wagon set aside for spies", while one of the other soldiers chimed in with, "Lord Hetch and his inquisitors will soon get the truth from you".

Teela looked back for me as she climbed onto the wagon she was assigned to. Upon seeing my plight she jumped down off the wagon and tried to help me but a few more soldiers detained her. As my hand were being bound behind my back Teela was escorted back onto her wagon and I was dragged off to a wagon with high sides, a roof, a locking door at the rear and two windows on the sides with iron bars. I was unceremoniously tossed into the back of a prison wagon by two of the more burly guards. My pert little butt bounced as I landed on the hard wood floor. I was furious at these people, and at myself for having not decided to go my own way while I was watching the troops pass.

My mind went through all the things I could try to do to escape including firing arrows out the tiny window of the wagon but knowing my luck they would just keep me locked in the wagon and set a fire under it. Along my line of thought I was convinced that somehow Shilka or Teela would find a way to help me out of this... that is if they knew exactly what had happened and why. The soldiers made sure to arrest me after Teela was ushered to her wagon. I was sure that at one of the rest stops she would come to find me. I also thought of resorting to violence as soon as the doors were opened but that idea was crushed when we stopped for a rest. When the door was opened I was dragged out and chained at the wrists and ankles, with connecting chains being attached to my collar. My thoughts then turned to how to pick a lock but that was not a subject that was covered at the academy.

As I had thought, Teela came looking for me and found me just as the soldiers were escorting me back to the wagon from a rest break. Other than being allowed to relieve myself I was confined to the wagon. My meals were passed in through a slot in the door of the wagon, and from what they were giving me; it looked like the stuff that the other people, and perhaps the horses did not want.

When night came my fellow travelers made camp and I was left on my own in the wagon. I am not sure how she did it but Teela convinced the soldiers guarding me to let her stay by the wagon to keep me company. They would not open the door for her obviously but they would let her stand by the barred window so we could speak. For those of you keeping track, the UT was up to 87% and rising.

Teela was able to find out more about why I was being held, and without quoting her word for word, it goes something like this. An army from an unknown land had invaded the kingdom to the South and were laying siege to the capitol. The army of Teela's country was going to their aid in force under the personal direction of the King. The only details that she knew was that they were dark skinned and had black hair and different facial features than her people have. The commanding General of the Army easily picked me out of the crowd and had me taken into custody and I was being sent to Lord Hetch for interrogation. Teela assured me that Lord Hetch is not a nice man and that I should cooperate with him. She did not go into detail, but I think I got the picture of the sort of man he was from her facial expression each time she mentioned his name.

During the six day trek to Grimsod Castle Teela would come to my wagon and tell me what was going on and sometimes sneak me a little extra food, or at least better food than I was being given by the army. I must have smelled awful after not having had a bath for so long and being locked in a hot rolling sweatbox with very little ventilation. I asked Teela if she could ask the soldiers if I could have 2 minutes in a stream or creek, anywhere that I could clean myself up, but the answer was an obvious "no".

Along the way I had plenty of time to play with my retractable claws. I was getting better and faster at getting my claws out, and I was now able to concentrate on the transformation so that it did not cause me pain. I found myself with a full set of large cat paws when I found myself concentrating on paws instead of claws. After my paws emerged with claws retracted, it was easy for me to control my claws and extend them. My paws were as wide as my hands were and were covered with a short black fur matching the color of the hair on my head. The fur gradually trailed off and blended into my skin above my wrists. 

I would play with the transformations after dark when it was not so easy for someone to see into the wagon. One day when I was playing with my paws and claws I had transformed my hands and feet into paws which allowed me to slip out of my shackles, then a quick tap of the wardrobe collar and I was free from my chains. It felt good to be free, well that is until we stopped for the night and the soldiers noticed that I had freed myself from my chains when they dragged me out of the wagon for a latrine break. 

Being in such cramped quarters all day long, my legs were a little bit wobbly to begin with as I was stood up outside the wagon. I tried to resist as the soldiers reattached my shackles, but since they already had a hold of my arms and the odds being four against one, my struggles did not end well. Once I was securely chained up and being held by two of the soldiers, their sergeant began to question me as to how I got out of my restraints. Of course I could not tell them how that happened and each refusal to answer brought a hard backhand across my face. Four times he asked, and four times he struck me with the back of his hand leaving my lower lip split and the left side of my face stinging and glowing bright red. The fifth time he asked me how I got loose one of the soldiers holding my arms took a hold of my hair and pulled hard bending my head back. My refusal to answer caused the sergeant to ball up his big ham fist and send it crashing into the side of my head sending me down and out for the count.

I awoke the next morning with a terrible headache. My advanced healing abilities had kicked in while I was out and my lip was almost completely healed, only a slight cut remained but my head and cheek was still sore and if I had a mirror I would probably be able to confirm that I had a black eye to go along with everything else. I guess as punishment for unchaining myself and for refusing to answer I was denied breakfast. I was thankful that this would be the last day of the six-day journey to Grimsod Castle. I knew nothing good awaited me there but at least I would be out of this prison wagon and maybe I could find a way to escape, or perhaps Teela could convince Lord Hetch that I am not a spy and I would be set free.

The rest of the trip went without incident and my minor bruises and split lip healed up nicely. It was getting close to the dinner hour when the wagons crossed the drawbridge and entered Grimsod Castle. When the wagons stopped the soldiers came for me. My legs were like rubber and as I tried to walk I stumbled a bit. Two of the 5 soldiers that dragged me out of the wagon took me under the arms and dragged me to a side entrance of the main building inside the castle. Before we entered the door I was transferred from control of the soldiers to the custody of the castle guards. It was then that Teela arrived walking three or four paces behind a handsome older gentleman. I assumed that this was her owner and found out later on that he was. 

The guards clipped my chains to a post near the entrance as they respectfully greeted the Reeve. While they conversed Teela came to me and we were able to talk briefly. She explained that her owner had made arrangements for me to have a bath and time to make myself presentable for Lord Hetch before I was to be brought before him. I would also be kept in custody at this time but not in a cell or in the dungeon. She offered a plain white linen dress to the guards for their inspection. One of the guards gave it a going over then nodded as he passed the garment back to her. Teela handed the dress to me and suggested that I wear this when I meet with the Lord in the morning as my conforming to their dress standards and not looking like a little Asian savage may help sway his decision on what would happen to me next. She also went over the standard of conduct that would be expected of someone of our collared status when in the presence of a Lord or a member of the royal house. I thanked her greatly for the information and the advice and that I would be at my best when I was taken before him.

Even though Teela told me where I would spend the night, I had still expected to be taken to a cell in a dungeon somewhere but was proven wrong when instead I was taken to a room in one of the towers. There were bars on the windows and the door was locked from the outside. Two castle guards were stationed outside, they were big men, perhaps close to seven feet tall and were well armed. The bed was modest; there was a chamber pot available, and a large cask of water along with several towels. I made use of everything before slipping into the bed. It was not a good nights sleep as my thoughts were occupied by the events that would unfold in the morning. I did not know how I could prove that I was not a spy; all I did know is that I could not be 100% honest about how I came here. I knew that the story that I had told others was as close to the truth as I dare come, but would it be enough to convince Lord Hetch? Only time would tell.

When dawn broke one of the guards tapped the door with the tip of his spear and announced that they would be taking me to meet Lord Hetch shortly and that I should prepare myself. I set about getting dressed in the outfit that Teela had provided for me, unfortunately I did not have a bra or panties available and would have to go commando. It was about a size bigger than I should have worn but over all she did pretty well at picking out the size. I used the wardrobe collar to add a pair of simple leather sandals, then I saved this outfit combination into the wardrobe collar for future use, but I did add a bra and panties to the saved wardrobe profile. This morning I would leave my freshly washed hair hang freely down my back. This look I think made me appear a few years younger than my real age of eighteen, and perhaps might help convince the Lord that I was not a spy or threat.

When the time came, two guards remained at the door while two more came to me and gently bound my wrists together behind my back with simple leather straps. I was surprised that they were treating me so kindly while the soldiers were so rough with me along the road that brought me here. As we exited the room, two guards walked in front of me with two trailing behind. The two behind me each kept a large rough hand clamped onto my upper arm as I was escorted through the keep to the room where I was to meet the Lord.

The room I was not so large, it was more like a sitting room with the walls made of thick stones which were lined with simple cloth covered chairs. I was taken to the center of the room and instructed to stand here until the Lord arrives. I used my waiting time to look around the room. On the walls were many paintings, which I assumed were former Lords and Ladies of this castle. I was lost in thought about the paintings when the Lord arrived. The guards all snapped to attention and I did my best to curtsy with my wrists lashed together behind my back. Lord Hetch moved to the center of the room to stand in front of me, it was then that I dropped to my knees before him and kept my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me as I was told to do by Teela. I remained still and silent as the Lord approached me, then circled around me. I could feel his eyes looking me over as my ears picked up his heavy footsteps when he moved behind me. He cleared his throat then spoke in a stern voice, "So you are accused of being a spy for our enemy. It is clear that you do not belong here from the color of your hair and skin, what do you have to say for yourself?"

I took a deep breath, kept my eyes fixed to the floor in front of me and replied softly. My Lord, I come from a land far away called "Osaka", which is farther from your shores than I can recall. My memory is not clear on all of the events that led me to your shores, but I do know that some how my homeland had come under attack, perhaps by the very enemy that your army travels southward to confront. At the time before being marooned here I was in the care of our healers and unaware of what was going on. I believe that my owner Emperor Drax or perhaps his son Lord William had put me on a ship bound for safety, but somehow the ship experienced a problem and sunk at sea and the waves carried me to your shores. I do not know if my owners are alive or dead, perhaps they perished on land or were lost at sea when the ships I was on was destroyed. I do not know what has happened to my fellow travelers or if there is a way for me to return home, though I know I would if I could.

So an Emperor he asked owned you. Yes My Lord, I was bred for Emperor Drax then presented to his son Lord William on my eighteenth birthday and on said birthday this collar with the Emperor's crest was presented to me to wear as a sign that I belonged to him. I did not tell him that I added the Drax Corporation crest to my collar just last night thinking it would be something that might be expected on a collar of ownership. Lord Hetch came closer to me, placed his finger under my chin then lifted my face to meet his. He had stern facial features; he appeared to have lived a hard life. His eyes were blue and his hair was blonde like everyone else here but his hair was beginning to thin toward the center of his head, and many grey strands were visible. He inspected my collar visually then ran his fingers over the raised Drax Corporation crest. Very nice he commented as he paused to take in my facial features. He paused for a few seconds; his eyes met mine as his fingers moved from my collar to grip my soft black hair at the back of my neck. He stood up straight the turned to the guards and ordered, "I cannot be sure if she is a spy or not, take her to the inquisitors, they will get the truth out of her." With that said Lord Hetch released my hair, turned with military precision and left the room from the side door that he had entered from. Once he was out of sight the guards took hold of my arms and lifted me to my feet and walked me out of the room. I did not know what was going to happen but I knew it would not be good.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 16



This chapter is a departure from what you are used to reading from me. I have to warn you that it contains graphic violence. I thought long and hard about what went into this chapter and actually scaled it back from what I had originally written. This is the first time I have written a chapter that is this dark. I look forward to reading comments as to how it was received.

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The guards led me out into the hallway, down several corridors, then through a locked doorway that led down many flights of stone stairs. I was taken to a room with about a dozen cells that were constructed of iron bars on the sides and front, and a stonewall at the back. Around the center of the room were many devices made of wood, rope, and iron. None of these looked like something that would be pleasant to have an encounter with. There were no occupants in any of the cells and I was put in one of the center cells. There also were no cots or any sort of comfort items here; my heart skipped a beat as the cell door was slammed.

Two men entered dressed in civilian attire followed by two of the castle guards. The guards opened the cell and dragged me out by the arms and hair. I did my best to resist but with my arms bound behind my back, my kicks were off balance and useless. I was dragged over to a set of poles set in the stone floor about six feet or so apart. A noose made of rough hemp like fiber was slipped over my head and the slack was taken out of the rope causing my neck to stretch slightly as the rough fibers dug into my skin. The guards spread my legs apart then each ankle was secure with shackles. Once my legs were secure the noose was pulled again to stretch my neck into an even more uncomfortable position. With my legs and neck immobilized my wrists were untied and shackled to two ropes mounted to a pulley at the top of each of the posts. Once secured the ropes were pulled tight positioning me in the shape of an "X", one of the inquisitors came toward me with a knife. I feared that he was going to begin flaying my skin, but instead he sliced my dress down the front, and then cut through the sleeves leaving me naked.

The two guards took a long leering look at my exposed body as they were ushered out of the room by one of the inquisitors. The other inquisitor circled around me, his rough hand running over my soft tender flesh. As he circled behind me his hand groped my firm little butt. Being that he towered over me by about a foot or so, his hands were quiet large and as he groped me, both cheeks of my pert butt fit almost perfectly in one of his hands. His hand moved up my back under my long black hair before his fingers gripped by dark mane tightly where my neck met my shoulders. As he held my hair and head tightly in his grasp, every move he made caused the rough fiber of the noose to rasp against the soft skin on my stretched neck. I was told that this could go hard on me or this could be easy as long as I told the truth. He then asked me where I came from and what my business was here.

I explained everything to him just as I had to Lord Hetch as to how I was shipwrecked here and was unable to return home even though I wish that I could. As I spoke to him my eyes looked up upon his face as he walked around in front of me, his hands still trailing over my skin as I spoke. One by one his hands moved over my exposed breasts and nipples. His fingers latched on to my nipples in turn as he pulled and stretched them and even through he was giving me pleasure, the look in his eyes had a dark evil look that made me shiver. Pleasure turned to pain quickly as his fingers latched onto my little brown nipples and squeezed harder as he began to twist my little nubs. He seemed to take joy in the twisted expression on my face as I struggled not to cry out and to continue with my tale of being marooned here. You do well to hide your emotions he said, as he pulled harder. I fought within myself not to cry out in pleasure or pain as he continued to work on my oh so sensitive little nipples with his large rough fingers. 

As I finished my tale he released my breast and nipple, looked down and shook his head and told me that he does not believe me. The next sound I heard was the air rushing out of my lungs as his balled up fist slammed into my tummy and pushed up slightly under my ribs causing my diaphragm to spasm and choke off my air supply for a moment or so. I wanted to bend forward, cover my tummy to ease the pain but being bound tightly to the poles there was nothing I could do. As my breathing returned to normal, my gut still ached and I feared that another strike in the same place was coming, and I was right, his fist impacted a second time in the same spot causing my breath to stop and leaving me with a feeling that I needed to throw up, but since I had not had anything to eat, all I produced were painful dry heaves.

As I began to recover myself from the second blow to my mid section, I heard a loud crack followed by jolt of pain running from my backside, up my spine to my brain. This was followed by another and then another. I did my best not to cry out in pain, as additional sounds were heard followed by more waves of pain. My flesh was beginning to heat up back there and then the noise stopped but the pain was still there. The second inquisitor moved in front of me, my eyes then focused on the device he was holding in his hand. It had a wooden handle about a foot in length. Connected to the handle by a metal right were about twenty leather strips about thirty inches long and about ¼ to ½ inches wide.

He raised his hand holding the device then let the leather straps trail teasingly up my tummy, over my shoulder then across my face. You like my little flogger he taunted, but I did not reply. He asked me again why I am here, and of course I went with the same shipwreck explanation that I had already given earlier, which they still did not believe as evidenced by inquisitor number two raising his flogger and bringing it slashing down over my right breast and sensitive brown nipple. I so wanted to cry out but I steeled myself and almost bit my lip to silence myself. I did not want to give them any indication that I was in any discomfort, but they were professionals having had done this many times... they knew. 

I see how it is going to be, he said as he raised the flogger up near my face, then with short aimed flicks sent several slaps of the leather strips to my exposed breasts starting with the right, then left, then back again striking each firm little orb viciously in turn. I held my breath during the first series of slaps as the level of pain increased with each swat. My eyes narrowed to tiny slits and the tears began to well up. My lower lip began to quiver as the sound from the last slap rang in my ears; I badly wanted to cry out and did everything I could to stop myself. I tried to lean forward to hide my facial expression and look down at my feet but the noose around my neck prevented that. 

The little movement I did make was canceled out when inquisitor number one behind me grabbed my hair and pulled my head back sharply forcing me to look straight ahead at my tormentor who began circling his flogger in front of me then brought it crashing down across my left breast twice. This time the strikes were much harder than the first volley that impacted against my breasts. My little orbs began to redden from the leather lashes and the first whimper escaped my lips. The inquisitor walked behind me and I could here him circling his flogger over my head as the leather strips whooshed through the air. I waited for the sound of the slap and the stinging pain on my back but it never came. I took several deep breaths and prepared myself, but I was not prepared for him to drop to one knee in front of me to inspect my little hairless kitty.

His gaze stayed there for about a minute then gave my bare little mound a flick with his flogger, then came a harder swat, then another, and another as the leather thongs slapped across my mound from right to left slashing across my mound. As the swats grew harder and faster I tried to back away but could not because of my bonds. My legs began to tremble as the first tears left the inside corner of my eyes, rolled down my cheeks and splashed softly on my pink leather-heated breasts.

The inquisitor stood up and positioned himself to my left with his back toward me, the flogger in his right hand and then with a backhand motion quickly brought the flogger up between my legs, slapping at my exposed kitty with the tips of the leather strips. The pain was horrible as the tongs slapped against my lower lips five or six times, but on the last swat he measured the distance perfectly and a group of the leather strips slapped against my most sensitive button. Immediately I began to sob and gasp for air as the tears began to flow faster from my eyes. I tried desperately to clamp my legs together to try to soothe myself and to protect my little kitty but it was useless but I still tried and the best I could do was produce a pathetic squirming motion by moving my hips and twisting.

Again he moved behind me out of sight. I waited for my back to be his target and again I was wrong. I heard the flogger's leather thongs slicing through the air as they came up between my legs to slap against my lips and my red-welted mound. This continued until my sobs turned to a mixture of crying and moaning. He finished off this series of swats by lashing me across my firm little butt. Three full swing swats across my cheeks had my backside as sore and stinging as bad as my front side. Then four more unexpected swats up between my legs had me crying openly as my legs gave out briefly causing me to hang by my wrists and the noose around my neck.

I heard the footsteps of my tormentor as he walked around behind me. I lost track of his partner in all of this as I struggled to use my legs again for support as the noose supporting my weight was cutting off my oxygen supply. As I got my legs under me and supported myself, he moved in front of me again to take a long wind up with his flogger and lashed it hard over my little kitty from left to right across my little bare mound. I howled out in pain as the most powerful slap given to my bare lips and engorged little button. The swat across my lips was followed up by him targeting my breasts again. Several swats were delivered to my right breast and nipple followed by another long wind up and a strong slash across both breasts, the force of the blow straightened me up and made me bend backwards thinking that I could maybe avoid the next blow but that blow never came. He stood there for a few seconds, an evil smile on his face as he watched me crying and gasping for air in between sobs.

He walked around behind me circling her flogger in a way that made the leather thongs whistle through the air. I was fooled before but this time I was sure that my backside would be his target, but it was not. He moved around in front of me and lashed out between my legs again, slapping the leather thongs over my raw painful lips. He twirled the flogger around in front of me for effect and I suppose to build up speed then slapped it between my legs again, and again and again, and then for the final swat he targeted my little button again causing me to lunge forward as my legs gave out once again. The noose tightened around my neck as my legs gave out causing me to pitch forward as far as my bonds would allow. With that he stopped striking me and just twirled the flogger around in front of me in a menacing manner.

As I stood in my bonds bent forward as far as I could go, my air supply cut off which also hampered my uncontrollable sobbing; I struggled to get my legs under me again and finally did. All the while my tormentor circled around me. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, not caring now about staying strong in front of these inquisitors, the pain was too bad now for me to mentally comfort myself but still I tried. As my mind tried to block out the pain I felt the first lash of the leather thongs against my backside and for a moment I was thankful it was not my little kitty or nipples that were feeling his lash. Time after time the leather lashed over my golden flesh as the inquisitor was now taking full swings and my exposed butt. I felt the heat rising in my skin as each swat hit the same marks over and over again. My body moved and twisted with each slap, trying to move out of the way of the next slap but I could not avoid the blows he was delivering to me at will.

Again he moved back around in front of me and his flogger found its mark, slapping at my kitty again. I wailed in pain as slap after slap was delivered across my mound and the top of my lips. My cheeks were wet as were the tops of my breasts from my continued crying. With each sob the almost unintelligible words, "I am not a spy" passed through my lips, but each denial that I uttered brought another slap between my legs. As my denials stopped, the swatting stopped as he moved around behind me. I could feel the brush of his woolen clothing pressing against my back, and I could feel a large bulge in his pants pressed up against my lower back. His hand reached around me from my right side and slipped over my hip then came to settle between my legs.

As he fondled and probed me with his fat rough finger, I felt his finger slip between my tortured painful lips. Each movement of his finger over my red burning flesh caused me a new twinge of pain. He rubbed harder and forced his finger inside me and as I stood sobbing in his grasp he inched his finger deeper inside me. I turned into a total sobbing wreck when he pushed his finger in all the way and announced to his partner, "This little bitch is wet!" which brought a deep laugh from both of them and a reply from his partner, "She must be enjoying this, perhaps she needs more?" Hearing this I closed my eyes and shook my head from side to side and mumbled "no" over and over again, but I never noticed through my sobs that I was saying "no" in English.

With my eyes closed I did not notice that my tormentors had switched places until the new menace for the day came up behind me as the other inquisitor had and began groping my red swollen and welted breasts. His fingers stroked and pulled at my nipples stretching them farther than they were meant to stretch. He did not have to stretch them too far to cause me great pain; the leather from the lashing tenderized them quite well previously. As his hands left my chest I could hear his feet moving as he moved to my right side and then with my eyes still closed I heard the whistle of the leather then felt the bite of a powerful slap as the leather thongs stung my mound and lips again and again. I lost count of the slaps as they were delivered and at times my sobbing, and moaning drowned out the sound of the whistling leather as the slaps were delivered upwards between my legs.

There was no break in the swatting as he moved from my most tender spot back up to swat at my breasts. The lash worked its way over my flat tummy to move up to swat at my firm red little mango sized orbs. Over and over again he targeted the left then the right. From time to time he would slash the leather over both orbs then drop his hand down low to swat at my kitty. I never knew where the lash was going to land, as he made sure to hit my nipples, and the firm little button between my legs. My body was exploding with pain with each hit, and his hits were much harder and better aimed than his partner's were. 

How long this lashing went on I do not know, the last thing I remember was opening my eyes to look down at my torso as the flogger continued to redden and inflame my most tender areas. My tummy, hips, breasts and what I could see of my little mound were a deep maroon in color. My chest was wet from my tears and it seemed that the water only intensified the pain that each swat left upon my breasts. After several swats between my legs they began to quiver severely and gave out on me once again. I hung there supported only by the noose around my neck and by the ropes around my wrists restraining my arms. I tried to get my legs under me but every time it seemed like I could support myself, another swat was delivered between my legs causing them to go limp again. I do not know how many times I tried to get my legs under me but after trying for what seemed to be a long time I had passed out. The next thing I remember was waking up naked in my cell, my body raw and my most sensitive flesh a bright red from the punishment that had been delivered so expertly.

Once my eyes opened, it took a few minutes for me to focus but once my senses had returned to me I realized that I had been moved to a different cell and that my wrists were not bound behind me as they had been in my previous cell. I looked at my wrists and could see that the honey covered skin just below my hands had been rubbed off leaving a deep red bloody circle around each wrist. This cell had stonewalls, cool stone floor, and a door constructed of iron bars, it also had bench constructed of roughly cut wood built into the back wall. My body ached and burned terribly and each movement was an experience in pain, though it was repairing its self rapidly and much faster than I had expected. The damage was mostly dermal a few layers deep which seemed easy enough to quickly repair given my genetic abilities to regenerate after an injury. It still took the better part of the day for the pain to subside and my skin to return to its normal golden hue. My wrists were still raw into the next day, as the skin had been torn badly.

In the afternoon I had a visit from Teela. She brought me some bread and a little bit of water, though she had to do it on the sneak, but since the guards were way down the hall and not at my door, I was able to eat and drink without getting her into trouble. She told me that she explained to her owner how I had risked my life to save hers and she was able to convince him that I was not a threat. She had begged him to move me to another cell where she could visit on the sneak for short periods of time. 

When she entered the cell with me, the guards locked her in with me then went back to their post at the hallway's entrance. She expressed her concerns when she looked over my naked body and saw the welts that the interrogators had given me with their flogger. She explained that as an owned girl of a royal line as indicated by my golden collar, I should not be treated this way and that there was an understanding between the realms near and far. To paraphrase her exact words, a protection of diplomatic immunity was extended to the royal families and their servants while visiting a foreign land. Teela went on to say that she would notify the Prince upon his arrival that I was not a spy and was being treated poorly. We talked a while and she taught me more about the customs inside the castle, including the members of the royal family, and some of the Lords and Ladies that I might encounter here. Her words were a comfort to me and took my mind off of the pain that I was still feeling.

When the guards came and announced that her time was up she dug into her bag and pulled out an old grey blanket made of wool and gave it to me. I hugged her tightly and thanked her before the guards led her out of the cell. The rest of the day was uneventful, and when night came I slept peacefully, my regenerative system worked over night repaired most of the damage I had suffered by morning. 

Around mid morning the guards came to get me. There were four in all, and I knew they would drag me from my cell eventually so I went with them peacefully, even though they did bind my hands behind my back again once I was out of the cell. I was hoping that yesterday was the worst they were going to do to me and I was hoping that I would be taken back to Lord Hetch. Instead I was taken back to the inquisitor's room naked and tied between the posts as I had been the previous day. I tried to resist being restrained but once again that only got me several blows to my tummy from one of the inquisitors, which took the wind and the fight right out of me and allowed the guards to secure my arms and legs.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 16



After the guards left I looked around the room and noticed that only one of the inquisitors was in the room with me today. He walked to the wall and reached for the flogger they had used yesterday and my heart skipped a beat as his hand brushed over the handle then moved to the bullwhip hanging next to it. He took the whip from its hook and played the device out fully across the floor. The handle was about a foot long and the business end of the weapon was about ten feet long made of braided brown leather that tapered down to a thin.

He pulled the whip back then slung it forward, the leather tip streaked toward me and made a loud cracking noise next to my ear, which caused me to flinch. "Now that you have had a little demonstration, tell me which country you are from and why you were sent to spy on us!" he challenged.

"I am not a spy," I said. Remembering what Teela had told me yesterday, I went on to say, and "I am legally owned by Emperor Drax and his Royal house". As soon as my reply left my lips the whip cracked again and the tip bit into my left shoulder causing me scream instantly. I could feel that my flesh had been cut and a small trickle of blood was moving slowly down my back.

He asked me again, which country I was spying for and where was my homeland located. My lip quivered slightly as I repeated that I was shipwrecked here and that I am not a spy. I blurted out that I did not come here by choice and that I would gladly return to my homeland if I knew how to do that. The whip cracked and bit into my other shoulder. My mouth opened fully and a loud howl of pain escaped. I had never felt pain like this. I was afraid that more of the same was to come given what had happened to me yesterday. I was tempted to confess to being a spy just to make him stop, but in the back of my head I knew that if I confessed to being a spy I would probably be executed so I steeled myself and promised myself that I would endure the promised pain and remain alive, at least for another day or so.

I was waiting for the third crack of the whip but it did not come. The second inquisitor came into the room and the first inquisitor went to greet him. As they huddled together, my two tormentors discussed my position and my refusal to tell the truth that is when the newly arrived inquisitor picked up a small sack from a near by shelf and walked behind me. I felt his rough hands caress my shoulders, then move over the cuts inflicted by the whip. I felt a powdery substance rolling down my back and then the cuts in my shoulders exploded in a new round of pain, as the inquisitor appeared to be pressing salt into the open wounds created by the bullwhip.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the pain echoed through my body, but the worst was yet to come. The inquisitor with the salt moved in front of me while the one behind me moved to my left side, I heard the whistle of the bullwhip followed by the familiar crack which sent the center of my back into a torrent of pain. The man with the whip paused for a moment then let loose with the whip again, this time hitting me just above the last strike. I could feel the two lines across my back oozing blood and I could tell that the whip was cutting deep into my flesh. The tears began to flow freely down my cheeks as the whip struck for a third time, then the vocal crying started interrupted occasionally by loud sobs as the whip hit for the fourth and fifth time.

The whip stopped moving for a few minutes while the inquisitor with the salt looked me over and spoke. "I can make this stop if you just tell me the truth", he said as he reached over my shoulder and sprinkled the salt over my back. My sobs stopped as my jaw dropped, a howl of tremendous pain echoed off the walls of the room which brought a smile of pleasure to the inquisitor in front of me administering salt to my torn flesh. Both of the men moved around in front of me to observe my face twisted in pain with a flood of tears running down my cheeks. They spoke amongst themselves for a few minutes while alternately looking me over. One remark that I could make out was their observation on how quickly my welts from yesterday had healed and the absence of any evidence that I had been struck so many times the day before. They continued to talk as they turned to the door and left the room, leaving me alone with my pain and the soft trickle of blood running down my back, and between my butt from the cuts they had inflicted with the whip.

How much time passed I do not know, perhaps an hour or two when my tormentors returned. The bigger of the two went to a large table, sat down, propped his feet up and got himself comfortable. The other picked up the whip and moved toward me. He dangled the whip in front of my face and informed me that Lord Hetch gave them until tomorrow to get the truth out of me by any means necessary before the Prince arrived. That being said, he uncoiled the whip and moved behind me.

I heard the familiar whistle of the whip before it struck my back again. This time the target was higher up on my back than the first grouping of lashes. There was no asking of questions now, just a warning that this will continue until I tell the truth and that I can speak any time and the punishment would stop. I took that to mean, "Confess or we will whip you to death". Death was sounding preferable at the moment I thought just before the whip hit again, and again, each time moving farther up my back toward my shoulders. 

I started counting in my mind and trying to concentrate on numbers instead of the increasing number of stripes of pain across my back. I was crying fully again, gasping for air and shrieking each time the leather bit deep into my back. When the count got to twenty I was an incoherent blubbering mess. All I could do was cry out and scream as loud as I could with each strike. My legs refused to support me any longer and the whipping stopped just long enough for the other inquisitor to move in front of me and remove the noose from around my neck, "We do not want you putting yourself out like you did yesterday" he chided. With that he tightened the ropes holding my wrists to keep me upright then nodded to his partner to continue.

Over and over again he hit me, my back was cut severely and bleeding terribly when he finally stopped. I had lost count of the times that I had been struck by the whip, I imagined that I had suffered through somewhere between thirty and forty lashes, perhaps more like thirty-five. As I hug there by the ropes that supported me I tried to get my legs to function and support me again, which I was just able to do to relieve the intense pressure on my wrists. I looked up at my tormentors, my hair plastered to the side of my face now by the wetness caused by my free flowing tears. The inquisitors looked me over as they circled around me and admired their handy work. 

Again the terrible team of tormentors left the room, leaving me a hanging bleeding, and painful mess. It took time to compose myself but there was nothing I could do not to block out the pain, but I had quit crying, and only sobbed now and then. For the first time I considered escaping my bonds, my thoughts went back to when I was playing with my claws and was able to transition my hands into large cat paws. I thought that if I could do that then I could slip my hands from my bonds and make my escape. As hard as I concentrated on the transfer, it never happened. With all of my pain receptors in my brain firing off from the extreme pain across my back, the transformation would not happen. I then wished that the noose was still around my neck so that I might attempt to hang myself and end the pain, but I could not even force my own death, these two had thought of everything and denied me death.

I was finally able to get my legs back under for support to take the strain off my aching arms and shoulders when the two terrors came back in. They loosened my shackles and freed me from my bonds. I was surprised that I could still support myself as they took me by the arms and pretty much dragged me to a sturdy wooden table across the room. One of the two held me up while the other clamped my ankles to the legs of the table with iron shackles. Once that was done I was slammed down face first on the table with my chest taking the brunt of the impact. While I was held down, the other inquisitor fastened my wrists to the opposite table legs which left me feeling very vulnerable sexually. They taught us at the academy that some cultures would use sexual torture to coerce their captives, and I was expecting this to come next.

Again I was wrong. Once I was secured one of the inquisitors went to the rack of devices and came back with a simple rattan cane. He flexed the four-foot long cane a few times in front of me so I could see it, then he moved around behind me. I heard the cane cut through the air as it slammed into my upturned butt. There were no muffled cries this time, I screamed immediately as the pain from each swat was exquisite. He worked my backside over good, finding an un-damaged spot to land each additional stroke. My rump felt like it was on fire as I once again lost track of the blows that were raining down on my pert little red rump.

I do not know if he got tired of hitting me and needed a break, or he had run out of spots back there to hit me on, but he passed the cane to his partner who moved behind me. I heard his first salvo swish through the air but this time instead of landing on my butt, the cane landed across my lower back, just above my butt and blow the bloody lines left earlier by the bullwhip. My tears were flowing freely again as the powerful blows landed across my lower back again and again. This tormentor did not even try to find an uninjured place to hit, he just kept swinging and hitting almost in the same place every time. My body jerked from each blow, as did my mouth open to allow a loud shriek to exit. The blows rained down long and hard and after a while I could no longer feel my legs. I was able to feel nothing from the waist down. I surmised that either my spine had been severed or perhaps that the swelling around my spine from the blows had blocked the nerves. I was praying that it was the latter but there was no way to tell, I just know that I had been damaged internally. Not being able to feel or move my legs caused panic to set in, I tried to struggle against my bonds but it was no use. For whatever reasons the two inquisitors stepped away from me and looked me over before they left. Before leaving one of the called back over his shoulder, "Think about what you are going to tell us in the morning little one, it only gets worse after this".

It was a while later when the guards came to get me and take me back to my cell. They unshackled me from the table and helped me to my feet, or they tried to, but my legs would not stand and everything below my waist had no feeling. I started to cry again when I realized that the beating I had received with the cane must have damaged my spine. Two of the guards took me under the arms and two grabbed onto my legs and they carried me face up to my cell. I guess they did not want to get any blood on their nice blue and white uniforms. They gently laid me down on my stomach on the bench then left, locking the door behind them. 

I must have passed out or gone off to sleep and I do not know how long I was out but I was awakened by the cell door opening. I assumed that I had slept through the night and that the inquisitors had come for me again. I was so relieved when Teela made her way in through the open door. I tried to sit up to greet her but was unable to and she gasped with a look of horror on her face when she seen the mess that was made of my back. Even though I was left lying on my chest and stomach, the blood from my cuts had run off onto the floor and created several small puddles under me. In the short period of time that I was in my cell, the bleeding had stopped and my advanced healing properties were working quickly to repair the damage but given the amount of damage to my flesh and internal nerves and kidneys it would take a day or two to repair fully, perhaps even longer.

Teela left for a few minutes then returned with a bowl of water and several clean white squares of cloth. She used the cloth and the water to clean my wounds, then as she was about to pull off strips of her own dress to bind my wounds I suggested that she not do that as the inquisitors will know that someone had been in here to help me. I explained that I would not want these two men coming after her in the same way the have done things to me. She nodded and dried off my back by dabbing lightly at the deep slices that the leather had made. I could see through out the time she had spent with me that she was deeply disturbed by the way I was treated and she mentioned this as we spoke quietly.

The guards looked in several times while she was tending to my wounds then when they noticed that she had finished, they called for her to leave. I thanked her and I knew she wanted to give me a hug and I so needed one right now. However, I could not move enough to do so and she was afraid of opening my wounds again if she tried. She wished me well and promised to visit the next day if she were permitted to do so. I thanked her again as she turned and left through the open door. The guards locked the door and followed her up the hall.

When morning came the guards came for me again and I was awakened by the opening of the cell door. The guards ever so gently picked me up off of the floor and carried me to the interrogation room. The guards laid me out on the table that I was chained to the previous day. I was thankful that they laid me on my stomach and not on my back. I got the feeling that the guards were not thrilled about the treatment that I had received at the hands of my interrogators because of the kindness that showed to me. 

When the inquisitors came in the guards left, and I was sure that one of the guards bumped one of the inquisitors and knocked him off balance as they passed by each other at the doorway. I wanted to get off the table and attack my inquisitors but my legs would not cooperate and I was feeling very weak, possibly from the loss of blood from the previous day. My tormentors came to the table I was on and one of them grabbed me by my hair and tried to yank me off the table and onto my feet. He got me off the table all right but my legs were dead and useless. I quickly collapsed to the floor in a naked heap. He looked down at me with a disgusting look on his face the lifted his booted foot and kicked the point of his boot deep into my flat little tummy.

The air rushed out of my lungs as the toe of his boot pressed upward into my solar plexus. My face turned red as I sputtered and coughed in a desperate attempt to fill my lungs again with air. His hands twisted deep into my long dark hair, he yanked hard in an attempt to get me to my feet, but yet again, my legs would not cooperate and I sank down to my knees in front of him. With his left hand grasping my hair he balled up his right fist and sent it streaking toward my face, catching me just under the left eye causing me to lurch to the side as the impact sent me sprawling out on the ground. He looked down on me as he and his partner grabbed me under the arms and dragged me over to the posts that I was tied to the previous two days. Normally the guards had assisted in securing me but they did not today. This was yet another indication that they were through helping these two when it came to my treatment.

It was not easy for them to secure me as my legs were like rubber under me. I was afraid that the rough treatment that I had received and the additional punishment that was about to be doled out could damage my spine even more than it had been already. They placed the noose around my neck again and stretched it seeing as I was having trouble standing, I needed more support than just the ropes at my wrists could provide. Once I was securely fastened to the posts I was ordered to confess as a spy, to that challenge I hissed out the word "no" in their language. 

"What did you say?" the closest inquisitor asked and again I whispered, "no". He came closer to me as he was still unable to hear my reply clearly. He put his ear close to my face and asked again, "What do you have to say for yourself spy?" and to that I hissed out my, "If there is a way for me to survive this, and if I do, I will kill you both". With that said I leaned my head forward just far enough and latched on to his ear with my teeth. I chomped down as hard as I could. My sharp teeth easily cut through his ear lobe. As he screamed I turned my head sharply and the piece of his ear between my teeth ripped off leaving me with a taste of his blood and a chunk of his ear in my mouth. He stumbled a few steps away from me clutching his bleeding ear. He turned and looked back at me, shooting me a look that could kill. As our eyes met I swallowed hard and made sure he had seen me swallow part of his ear. I looked right at him with his blood flowing down my chin, I licked my lips, winked and silently mouthed the words, "I will kill you!" 

The injured inquisitor cursed at me and I could see the rage in his face before he turned away from me and left the room in a hurry. I was happy in knowing that the healer can stop the bleeding and the pain but I had part of him in me that he could never get back. My eyes were locked on my victim as he charged out of the room. 

My few seconds of joy were ended quickly when the other inquisitor moved in front of me while my eyes were focused on his partner and rammed his huge fist into my exposed belly. As the air rushed out of my lungs and my stomach churned with pain, he pulled his fist back and then rammed it into my tiny belly again hard and deep enough that I thought his knuckles would hit my spine. My lungs stopped in mid breath and I knew if I had anything in my stomach it would have been quickly expelled from the force and depth of his punches. My legs were still useless due to the damage my spine had received the previous day so I grabbed onto the ropes wrapped around my wrists supporting me with my hands and held on tightly.

Once the flurry of punches to my stomach stopped I tried to take a deep, but the pain in my stomach only allowed me to take in short choppy breaths as my diaphragm was twitching wildly after the pummeling my gut had just taken. As his fist streaked toward me again, I was prepared for him to hit my tummy again and I steeled my abs as best as I could but the blow did not hit my tummy this time. His right fist slammed into my left breast then his left slammed into my right. He started pounding my small little mangos like a boxer working over a heavy bag. My chest exploded in a white-hot pain and my little orbs and nipples were crushed under his bare fists. His knuckles pressing into my breast flesh deep each time, so deep that they connected with my ribs underneath. The tears once again began flowing from my eyes, and my twisted facial expression showed the pain my body was experiencing from his fists.

After what seemed like several minutes of him pounding on my breasts, his fists moved down my body like a jackhammer to my tummy where he began to pound my abs and the soft organs under them. Each powerful shot to my gut pushed me backwards but the ropes attached to my wrists and ankles only brought my body back forward to suffer more abuse from his flying fists. My body sagged in my bonds as he took a step back to admire his work. He looked me in my barely open eyes and spat out, "I will go to check on my partner, we will finish this later". As he turned to exit the room his balled up right fist came streaking toward my left cheek and caught me square in the eye. My head was rocked to the side and my vision faded to black. I was left alone and hanging out cold in the ropes between the posts by my wrists and neck, my breathing heavily labored, with blood flowing freely from my nose and the corner of my mouth, my breasts and tummy bright red from the battering my torso had taken.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 16



I do not know how long I was out but it had to have been a while due to the depth of cuts the ropes around my wrists had made. I was awakened by a bucket of cold water being thrown on my face, chest and stomach. My eyes flashed open and I sputtered as the water dripped out of my nose, off my face, down my chest and tummy to the floor. As my eyes focused I could see that both inquisitors had returned to the room. The one I had bitten had some sort of a bandage on the side of his head. It appeared as if some blood was still oozing through the cloth. I wanted to laugh but the pain in my torso would not allow that even if I tried. He looked at me like he was about to kill me as he picked up a pair of fingerless gloves from the table across the room from me. He put the gloves on very slowly and deliberately and watched me watching him while he did it. My body was a temple to pain at the moment from the fists of his partner, and I knew that the temple was about to get bigger as he stepped toward me pounding one gloved fist into the other.

As he got closer I was expecting him like his partner to go for my torso with his gloved fists and as I waited for the first fist to fly his big booted foot came up between my legs, the toe filling my thigh gap fully as the hard leather boot impacted against my exposed little kitty. The pain was unbearable, as my mouth formed the shape of an "O", and though I tried to scream, no sound came out. All I wanted to do was put my hands between my legs to comfort myself and drop down to my knees, but that was impossible as I was restrained between two heavy wooden poles by ropes around my wrists and ankles. My body trembled as I tried to cry out when he pulled his booted foot back and punted it up between my legs again. The tears flowed freely from my eyes and my gut wretched through several dry heaves. I tried to close my legs together but my bonds would not permit that either.

He stepped back a step or two then looked me over. I expected him to get a running start and slam his foot between my legs again but that did not happen. Instead he moved in to within an arms length and sent his fist blasting upward into my tummy under my ribcage. Once he had the distance measured with his first punch he began to alternate his punches. Left fist followed by the right over and over and always in an upward manner. I was unable to breath from the hammering I was taking and there was nothing I could do about it. He let his rage play out with his fists against my gut and internal organs. 

As the blows continued to land against my unprotected tummy I knew that internal damage had been done. There was no longer any resistance to his punches. My once firm abs and flat tummy had a slight outward bulge to it and my once firm abs had been tenderized like a cheap steak under a butcher's steel mallet. My face was growing redder with each passing minute as the assault continued on my gut. Unable to breathe the lack of oxygen and extreme pain had my brain flirting with the edge of unconsciousness. Then as quick as the assault began it stopped and I just hung here lifeless. The only sign of life was my small battered chest rising and falling ever so slightly while my lungs struggled through the pain and internal damage to fill them selves with air. 

Each breath brought me a stab of pain that shot though my chest like a lightning bolt. My tormentor looked down at me and bellowed, "So you are going to kill me? Such brave words from a spy that is about to die!" With that said the assault began a new. This time instead of targeting my tummy he started to pummel my breasts. His fists rained down on my chest and consistently mashed my little mangos against my ribs until my once proud high standing little orbs were a flattened dangling red-welted mess. Several more blows slammed into my chest, then one massive jolt hit me just under my left breast and off to the side causing my chest to experience a pain that it had never felt before. 

I knew then that one or more of my ribs had been broken. After the last few hits below my breasts I had begun to cough, and my fear of the broken rib was confirmed as I was coughing up bright red streams of blood. The red stain streamed out over my lips and down my chin, creating a dripping mess that cascaded down my chest, between and sometimes over my flattened breasts to roll down my tummy and drip off my little battered kitty onto the floor. 

I so wanted to die, as the pain was intolerable. If I had believed that there was a god in a heaven I would have been begging him or her to take me now. I cursed my brain for letting me feel this pain and not going dim on me like the past few days. My eyes were fluttering as I was on the verge of passing out but for some reason my brain kept me awake for this nightmare to continue.

As I hung there coughing up my life blood the inquisitor walked around me, taunting me, telling me that I will die soon and even if I did not die, he was going to ruin me so that my face will be a fright to anyone that should look upon it. He was promising to scar me for life. My body wanted to tremble in fear from what he was threatening to do but there was not enough energy or will left in me to even shiver. His next assault was to my face. A jab to my nose was the only blow needed to break it; the follow on hits just smeared the stream of blood flowing from my nostrils across my battered face. Several blows later he began landing blows on my cheeks and eyes in left, right combinations. My head was rocked from side to side and his gloved fists pounded against my face, eyes and cheeks. My eyes began to swell shut and I could no longer see. The pounding continued until the final blow I remember knocked me into a deep slumber. I do not know if he kept hitting me after my head slumped and my consciousness left me. I was thankful that my brain had ended my suffering by putting me out cold.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 17



The human and not so human body has many wonderful automatic and autonomic responses built in for pain, pleasure, and survival. These responses can be as simple as closing our eyes to a bright flash of light, to the brain sending us into an unconscious state when the agony becomes too much to withstand. 

It had been three days since my brain flipped the off switch and sent me into a deep coma. Some of my friends back at Osaka Eugenics that were in the medical section believed that coma patients could hear and understand everything that was said by those around them, and I have to say that this is true. While my mind was enjoying its dark three-day vacation from reality, my UT jumped all the way up to 100% and as soon as I was able to mentally process the request, the UT dumped the entire Kreet language file into the Broca's center of my brain. I now could understand and speak the entire Kreetin language, but unfortunately the neural pathways that would allow me to speak and see were non functional and still under repair.

I believe that there were a few minutes of panic internally, but externally my body was in a state of tranquility. My mind had been switched back on but its ability to control the external mechanics of my body was still in neutral. I tried to send movement commands down the neural pathways to do the simplest things like move a toe or a finger, but as far as I could tell, nothing was functioning outside of my thoughts. My eyes were closed though they felt as if they were open, and as I reached out with my mind I could feel pain around the eye sockets which led me to believe that my eyes were swollen shut from the severe battering my face had suffered. I even tried morphing my eyes to feline mode but still I could not see anything. I knew that the transformation had taken place but my eyes were swollen shut and there was nothing I could do at the moment to get them open. I surrendered myself to have to wait for the healing process to complete and morphed my eyes back to their normal human state.

How did I know it had been three days since my brutal beating at the hands of the inquisitors you ask? Well, the good folks at Osaka Eugenics installed this wonderful PDA chip in my head, and it kept track of the date. A simile little thing to say the least but as I tried to take inventory of my injuries my PDA flashed a signal to my brain with a listing of all my various injuries. Being the prototype for my line, the PDA chip that was installed was also a new design that included a diagnostic center. It monitored my critical functions and prepared reports for the bioengineers to let them know of any problems with their latest and most expensive creation. 

The list of damage was extensive. Some of the items that had been repaired; punctured lung, six broken ribs, brain contusion, crushed eye socket, ruptured ear drum, hairline skull fracture, broken nose, ruptured spleen, lacerated liver. The items that had yet to be repaired; swelling and bruising of the spine, numerous skin lacerations, abrasions and bruises, three missing teeth, and several deep slices down the front of my torso, and similar cuts across my cheeks and forehead. The technicians at Osaka Eugenics led me to believe that the most serious injuries would be healed with in the first 24 to 48 hours and it appears that they were correct.

As I was taking a silent inventory of my condition, I could feel hands upon my body, and from what I could tell the were turning me over onto my stomach. I was naked and I could feel soft linens against my breasts and tummy, and against my swollen and still painful cheek. I felt a cooling sensation as some sort of gel was applied to the raw flesh of my back, buttocks, and upper thighs. There was an antiseptic quality to the gel. As the cooling ended there was a stinging sensation that followed as the gel seeped deep into the partially open lines left by the bullwhip. The stinging sensation at first caused my body to twitch which was a good sign to the two women tending to me. Their conversation went on to the fact that I had not moved at all since I was brought here by the Reeve and his men. As I focused on the conversation and the voice patterns of the speakers, I could tell that one of the women was Teela, but I could not identify the other. Her hands were larger than Teela's, her hair longer and free flowing. This I could tell as it occasionally caressed my skin with several of her movements. I also sensed that she was much older than Teela just from her choice of words, the sound of her voice, and from the experience of her touch as she applied the gel to my back and legs.

After the gel was applied, a cool wet cloth was draped over my exposed back before the women left the room and continued their conversation as they walked down the stairs. As my mental processes grew clearer my thoughts turned to the PDA in an attempt to get answers. Incorporated into the PDA was a recorder that would archive conversations and sounds, visual observations, and biological data from my body in the event of a breakdown, accident, or other sort of trauma. While I was left alone I had time to review the data and that the PDA had collected.

I could not determine exactly what happened after my brain went to sleep but from the inventory of injuries, I suspect that someone had taken a blade to my face and torso to make sure that I was permanently disfigured if I were to somehow survive my injuries. The day after I was battered into unconsciousness the PDA started recording after about a 19-hour gap in the data stream. From what I could gather a "Prince Vortak" was quite upset with Lord Hetch and his minions. Upset enough that he had relieved Lord Hetch of his duties for a few days then after he had calmed down he levied a tax on him for his actions then returned him to his previous status. He had lectured the servants that anyone wearing the collar would be not be harmed, or disgraced in such a manner every again as long as he drew breath and wore a crown. He said that I should have been detained but not abused. He went on to admonish that he would not want the members of his Royal house subjected to the sort of treatment that I was should they find themselves alone in a foreign land.

Prince Vortak charged Teela with seeing that I was cared for properly and ordered her to bring the senior healer in the castle to tend to me. His description of my hideous outward appearance concerned him that should I be returned to my land this way that diplomatic problems could arise with my owner and his empire. Without being able to see myself in a mirror, I came to the conclusion that my facial features and such were quite disfigured from the abuse that I had suffered. There were several other conversations in the recorded data that spoke to the level of my injuries and deformities, and the corrective action that the healer, her apprentice, and Teela would take to try to nurse me back to health, but the general consensus was that the majority of my wounds would never fully heal. I knew differently of course.

The Prince and the Reeve, came in from time to time to check on me and while I was making progress internally, the healer's report was not encouraging which led to frustrated comments from both men. There were many conversations in the data record of the healer and her assistant discussing my condition and apply balms and dressings to my wounds and the need to prevent infection. I only wished that I could see what the hell they were putting on me... at least they were not bleeding me and applying leaches.

On the second day I was moved under armed guard to the home of the Reeve, which was across the street from the home of the healer and her apprentice. After I was moved the Prince was not such a frequent visitor but on his first visit he was insistent that the Reeve place armed guards at the entrance to his house. Something had happened and there was fear for my safety. There seemed to be some friction between the Prince, Lord Hetch, and the General that had me sent here. The King had appointed both men to their position, which were two appointments that the Prince was regretting at the moment. A conversation on this subject also occurred between Teela and the Reeve, and he too cautioned her to look to my safety and her own wellbeing. His warning went on to note that Lord Hetch and him minions were not thrilled with the Prince being here, nor were they happy that he was protecting me as he would a member of his own Royal house.

Not much more of note happened that is worth reporting since the recorder started to function. It had been quite a few hours that I was left to myself to catch up on what the PDA had recorded. Checking the date and time on the PDA told me that sunrise would occur within an hour or so. I ran the damage report again and was informed that all injuries to my primary systems had been repaired, and most injuries to my secondary systems were almost complete. This was confirmed when I was able to feel the movement of my toes against the bed sheets. I did not try major movements at first, just enough to confirm that I could move. Next I tried my fingers and there was movement there as well. I knew that my spinal injury had been repaired and was thankful that I could wiggle my toes and fingers. I tried to move my arms and legs but there was too much pain associated with doing that so I decided to wait for a while. I knew that these injuries along with my various cuts and bruises were the next and last thing on the list to be repaired. I tried to open my mouth and make sound come out and was rewarded with a stabbing pain in my lower jaw. It seems that three new teeth were in the process of pushing their way through my gums. With that I set my internal PDA to monitor mode and drifted off to sleep.

When my eyes opened on the fourth day, it was late afternoon as indicated by the position of the sun and the time display on my PDA. The opening of my eyes was a painful process as the tissue around them were still swollen and bruised. I was able to see shapes and colors all around me but was unable to be able to see fully given the tiny slits that I was made to look through. I was happy knowing that my optical nerves were once again intact and functioning. I knew now that the damage would heal quickly now that the major repairs had been taken care of. 

I was lying on my tummy with my head turned toward the window when the door opened and I heard the footfalls of two women enter. The cloth was removed from my back to great excitement. The conversation between the two women was in the form of disbelief that the deep cuts on my back had practically healed over night and all that remained were lines of scars running across my back. The crusty scabs of yesterday were gone. Next I felt their hands touching my shoulder and hips as I was rolled onto my back, my eyes flashed open fully and I was able to see the women who were taking care of me. They looked to be a mother and daughter team of healers. The mother was the healer who was instructing her younger daughter in the art of healing. Both were speechless for a few moments as my lips parted and the words for, "Thank you" passed through them. Both smiled widely and introduced themselves. 

The older woman introduced herself as, Healer Ianna. Her daughter introduced herself as Healer's Apprentice Silaa. They did make a cute mother and daughter team. They were tall, blonde and buxom, the only difference was that Ianna was about an inch taller and had long grey streaks running through her hip length hair. My lips were functioning but still there was a quiver in my voice as I thanked them both for taking such good care of me. They remarked in turn that my recovery was nothing short of a miracle, although Healer Ianna had promised the Prince that I would recover from my injuries. From what Silaa told me, the Prince was not so confident that I would recover at all.

They both helped me up into a sitting position, the air hitting my bare skin felt wonderful, but the longer I was exposed to the drying air, the more my scarred back started to itch. Silaa noticed my discomfort and applied a salve to my back, and then to the cuts on the front of my torso. The itching stopped moments after the ointment was applied. This may have been a primitive culture but these two sure knew how to use the roots and berries that were available to them to heal others.

Speaking of roots and berries, that is what they served me for dinner too. No, not really but I could not help throwing that in there to see who was paying attention. Since it had been a few days since I had solid food and the damage to my digestive system had been massive, I was treated to a bowl of warm almost flavorless oatmeal. This was definitely not the breakfast of champions but it was filling and did not taste horrible. I had dinner at the kitchen table with Teela after the two healers assisted me down the stairs. My legs were a bit wobbly at first but the more I walked the more stable I became, then after a while I could take steps without assistance. As the day turned to night the swelling in and around my eyes became less and as evening became night, my eyes were fully open and once again I could see clearly. I made the transition to feline night vision and the transition was flawless. I could focus in on the tiniest of creatures observed from a great distance. I smiled to myself knowing that pretty soon everything would be back to normal.

Even though I was exhausted, Teela and I sat out in the garden long after the moons passed the mid point in their trip across the night sky. From what the PDA was telling me that it was well past midnight and I was tired and still very sore, I did not want to leave Teela's company, even though we would be sleeping in the same house together. We talked in low whispers as in each corner of the garden stood and armed and very brutish looking constable of the Shire. If this Shire had a brute squad, there were four of them in the garden, and another four out in the street guarding the front entrance. 

The topic of conversation that kept me on the edge of my seat the whole evening and into the next morning had to do with the politics of the realm. I was told that my fate was sealed the moment that General Abed observed me talking to Shilka. He knew that I was not from Kreet and being that I was collared and with Shilka, it was assumed that I was from the Royal house of a foreign power that perhaps was assisting or about to assist the King politically or militarily. The pretense of my interrogation was to set the stage for my death. There was never a quest for information, there was just a chain of events that created a plausible story for the locals in that no one would have noticed that a foreign spy had died during interrogation. Teela went on to inform me that had the Prince not arrived when he did, a fourth day of interrogation would have ended my life. Being that I wore the golden collar, my remains would have been excarnated and placed in a sealed lead box with my collar and several minor possessions to be put in storage incase my owner should arrive and inquire about me.

Lord Hetch was quite angry I was told that his plan for me had been foiled, but I was quite angry hearing this because in the time that I had known these Kreetins, I had done nothing to cause suspicion or let alone warrant a death sentence in a torture chamber. As we discussed these events in detail, Teela cautioned me that I was to be moved again for my safety. Her owner the Reeve was charged by the Prince to keep my safe, but with the arrival of the Prince, the protection of the Royal person was the primary goal of the Reeve and his constables. With the bulk of the army on its way south to battle a potential invader, the Royal guard, the local constables and castle guards were stretched thin. The Reeve had originally planned to move Teela and me to an abandoned farming commune well outside the town and was going to send four of his best men to protect us. However, the Colonel of one of the reserve units that had been called up to backfill for the troops that had moved south volunteered his men to look after us. The Prince approved this plan but the Reeve was not convinced that all the troops in the reserve corps were 100% loyal to the Prince.

My eyes had been opened in more than one way today, and the latest turn of political events just wore me down quickly. It was well after 0200 hours before we went to sleep. I was surprised that I was able to walk the steps to the guest room without holding on to Teela or the railing. When we got to my room she pulled back the cover sheet and helped me into bed. I could not help but giggle when she wrinkled her nose and exclaimed that someone in this room needed a bath really soon. I know, it was me that smelled bad. It had been a while since I had had one that I know of. As she pulled the sheet over me she promised that we would bathe in the morning and that she would have someone launder the sheets as well.

Sleep did not come easy even though I was exhausted from the day's exertions and the massive amount of energy my body was using to continue the repair process. I went over everything that I was told and tried to find a way to ensure my safety. I knew I could trust the Reeve's men and like Teela, I did not feel comfortable with the reserves of the army looking after our safety. In the hours before I had drifted off to sleep I had come upon a plan that I would discuss with Teela in the morning. I believed that we would be safer on our own, or at least she would be safer with me protecting her. After all, part of my breeding and training was for self defense and the protection of those placed into my care.

In the late morning, Teela roused me out of bed and helped me dress in one of her old white linen housedresses. The frock was simple white linen, with plain stitching that came down below my knees. I am sure that if she put it on, the length would be a bit above her knees. Together we exited the room, descended the stairs and traipsed out to the garden. The flowers, vegetables, and herbs that were growing there made a beautiful and fragrant display as we walked the path past the garden and the guards to a circle shaped rock lined pool near the back wall that was fed by a small stream that flowed under the garden. I could not help but wonder if the guards realized that the stream that fed the pool could allow access to an assassin. I guess I forgot to mention that unknown to my owner Mister Drax, I had signed up for several courses that were not on the approved list for my job description. I believed that if I should have to stop an assassination attempt, I should learn to think like an assassin.

My gait was much better this morning and we walked through the garden. When we got to the pool, Teela slipped off her dress and assisted me with mine. I was still amazed that in a culture such as this that the women disrobed and paraded around naked so easily in front of men. The guards in the garden did notice us stripping down to nothing but did not say a word. Their eyes continued to scan the garden for anything out of the ordinary, but from time to time we both would catch a guard's gaze lingering just a little bit too long in our direction. I was tempted on more than one occasion to peek under their tunics to see if there were aroused.

We slipped into the cool swirling water, I went first then Teela followed. I felt her hand on my shoulder, then felt her fingertips run slowly and gently down the length of my back. She whispered in my ear that she was amazed at how well that my back had healed in just a few days. I could tell that she did not want the guard to hear so I whispered back that it was a combination of the healer's ointments and my own quick healing properties that were returning my skin to normal. The guards were constables that worked for her owner, and even though she trusted them, we spent most of our time in the pool talking in hushed tones. As always, girl talk was not meant for male ears even on this primative planet.




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Teela washed my back, and then I washed hers. We did the same for each other's hair also. It was when I was washing her hair that I decided was the right time to express my concern about the plan that was put forth to keep her and I safe. I told her that I did not know who to trust here and she agreed that she could not trust anyone that did not work directly for her owner the Reeve as he had hand picked them all himself from his home village, or directly from his family. We both agreed that since the army and the army reserves came from places outside this castle, and from other provinces of the country that we would both have to be very careful around them. I suggested to her that instead of going to the planned farmhouse that we find another safe location that had not been announced to anyone. My first thoughts were of the cave that I had lived in, and even though that was a very secure location, it was too far away from her owner to be permitted.

We kicked ideas back and forth and then Teela came up with a location that she thought would be perfect for us. Her long deceased uncle had a hunting cabin in the woods about 10 miles or so North of the castle walls. Being that she was the last of her family left alive after her village was sacked, no one else should know of the cabin other than her and her owner. To me this sounded like a good place provided that it was of sound enough construction to still be usable. She assured me that it was, as she would go there from time to time when she needed some time alone. Together we came up with a plan for leaving the city, gathering supplies, and convincing the Reeve that our plan would work better than the one proposed.

After our bath we dried each other, then sat in the sun for an hour or so brushing each other's hair. When Teela settled in behind me and took hold of my hair, she remarked that the scars on my back were even less noticeable then when we entered the pool. I just made an off the cuff remark about the water and the sponge doing wonders and washing away the dead skin cells. She was not sure what I meant by "cells" but she accepted my answer and began working the brush through my long black hair. She did remark during our morning or bathing and preening that some of my ideas and mannerisms seemed much more advanced than what she was used to from her village and from other areas of Kreet. I answered her by mostly changing the subject but at times I would answer truthfully as I could without letting her know that I was some sort of space alien with retractable panther claws.

After our morning bath we donned our clothing and made our way to the kitchen for our morning meal. Speaking of getting dressed, the white linen dress that Teela had loaned me was a bit abrasive against my still healing scars, and since I had used the wardrobe collar to store and resize the simple frock, it was easy enough with a few taps along the band of the collar to dress myself in the same style, but instead of linen I substituted a much softer silk. I had to make an excuse to return to my room to make the change before joining Teela for breakfast.

Well, it was actually more like lunch or to use an old Earth term, brunch. She was not too high on me wanting solid food just yet so I got more oatmeal, then after I finished that I was treated to a couple slices of soft bread and what appeared to be an apple, but it was an odd purple color and did not look much like an apple. Anyway, breakfast was filling enough, and even though I was craving some orange juice, I was given something that resembled tomato juice. It was not too bad, but did require a little bit of salt and pepper to make it go down a little better. Seeing me doctor up the juice got me a raise of an eyebrow and a snicker from Teela. At least she did not give me the disapproving looks that Shilka would give me when I did things my own way.

We spent the day talking, napping, and refining our plan to get out of the castle. We decided that after dinner we would propose our plan to Teela's owner. It was a lovely evening, so instead of eating inside, Teela set the dinner table for us out on the patio in the center of the garden. We had decided that if her owner were going to approve our plan, he would have to be convinced that Teela would be safe. While Teela occupied herself in the kitchen with the preparation of dinner, I went to my room to retrieve a few items that I had stored in the wardrobe collar, then went back out into the garden to arrange my bow, arrows, and several sharp throwing weapons on a table out of sight from the table Teela had set up for dinner. As I was looking over the weapons I had assembled, I had remembered back to what Teela said about women possessing weapons. I was hoping that this was just limited to swords and knives or perhaps I might end up back in a cell by nights end.

Dinner was uneventful and filling, and I was finally and properly introduced to Sir Lauwin Tausin the Reeve of Grimsod Shire. We had what appeared to be a very tasty beef stew, with a loaf of fresh baked bread. During dinner both the Reeve and Teela remarked about my dress, how soft it was and how the fabric shimmered in the flickering light of the torches. I explained to them where silk comes from and how it is made. I learned from our conversation that they have nothing like silk here. I explained to the Reeve how some things differ from this country and mine, and then let that segway into Teela and I discussing our plan with him, but before we put forth our plan, we begged the Reeve to dismiss the guards so that only the three of us would have knowledge of our proposal. The Reeve stood and ushered the guards out, then locked the heavy wooden gate behind them. While the Sir Tausin removed the guards, Teela and I removed the dishes and set out dessert. Over dessert Teela and I proposed our plan. Her owner looked on and listed, and the more detail we gave the more impressed he became. Once our plan was laid out the questions began, and for every question he asked, we had a solid answer for until he looked Teela straight in the eye and asked her, "Do you honestly believe this little foreign girl can protect you?" 

His jaw dropped when she responded, "yes", and went on to tell him about my rescuing her from the charging beast with just a knife.

I knew it was now my turn to sell the plan as I stood at the table and begged Sir Tausin to join us at the side table I had prepared. He stood next to me looking over the items that I had assembled, and I could tell by the look on his face he had never seen anything like this. When he looked at me I started my presentation. 

Sir, as you know my home is a far distance from this country, and our ways are perhaps somewhat different than what you are used to here. In my position as consort to the Emperor and his family, I am also charged with their protection. On the Emperor's order I have been trained in many weapons used for offense and defense. I was waiting for the obvious question to be asked, that being how I got these weapons into his house but for some reason that never came up. I was prepared for it though and was going to say that not knowing what they were; the guards must have left them for me with my other possessions while I was unconscious. 

Sir Tausin looked at me, then to the bow and asked me to show him how these weapons worked. I moved in behind the table, picked up the bow and one arrow from the quiver and asked him to pick a target. He pointed down the path that split the garden at a tree near the back of the garden. Two branches up and to the left there is a knot on the branch. I nodded to him as I readied the bow and notched the arrow to the bowstring. Since the target was in near darkness, I switched to my feline night vision. I took a deep breath, left half of it out as I pulled back the bowstring, took aim and let the arrow fly. I picked up a second arrow, took aim and fired, then did so with a third arrow. A dull thud was heard as each arrow impacted the tree. Sir Tausin grabbed a torch and was first to walk down the garden path followed by Teela and myself. 

When we stopped at the tree and sure enough, in the specified knot there were three arrows in a about a four inch grouping. 

The Reeve turned to me, put his hand on my shoulder and as he looked down at me from his greater height said, "very well done. You have impressed me greatly". 

Sir Tausin instructed me to demonstrate the other items on the table, and I did as requested. The other items were not as impressive as the bow, but the two shuriken and spike that I had thrown at the fence post picked by the Reeve all hit their mark. It did not take long after that for Sir Tausin to approve our plan.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 18



Memoirs of Kitty Siam -- The Flower of Carnage.





Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 18



Sir Tausin turned to his constables and ordered them to get some help and clean up this mess. He ordered them to say nothing to anyone about this, and the way that Teela explained this to me later; these men were 100% loyal to her owner. The Reeve also instructed his men to take the bodies and haul them out of the castle and dispose of them in secret and ensure that they would never be found. He cautioned them that he did not want to start a war in the castle between the army and his constables over this. His final order was that Glena and the surviving soldier be taken to a section of the castle's dungeon where they would be kept in secret until he could decide their fate.

The bodies were hauled off by the constables, then Teela and myself with soap and water set about cleaning up the blood. She was thankful that I was safe and apologized many times for trusting Glena. She confided in me that at first even after my demonstration in the garden that her owner was skeptical about my suggesting that I could protect her, but after seeing the carnage in this room and out in the hallway, he knew for sure that I could protect her and just about anyone else from harm. I was proud of myself when I heard this from my friend, but in thinking of my friend, I knew that for her and her owner's safety, Lord Hetch would have to die.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 19



Memoirs of Kitty Siam -- A Wild Cat Did Growl.





Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 19



I made my way down the road heading toward the cottage as planned, but was being very cautious that this part of the plan may have been compromised as well, but being in feline form, I had a pretty good idea that if anyone was lying in wait for me there, they would be pretty surprised by the version of me that showed up. I walked for a while then took a detour from the road when I found a small stream that led to a fair sized lake. I crept up to the water's edge and peered at my reflection. As I looked myself over, I was rather proud of the panther that I had become and lost all worry that I would not revert back to human form. I leaned down and let my tongue slip through the water, drinking in quite a bit until I saw a fish swim by. I made a halfhearted attempt with my paw to claw at it, and wondered afterwards why I had done that. I was becoming quite the cat in appearance and in mannerisms I thought to myself. 

I slipped into the water to wash the smoke and such from my fur. Most cats would avoid the water but I slipped in without a second thought and paddled around the edge of the lake. I was enjoying my new form as I played by myself in the water until the sun hit its midpoint overhead, then I left the water and moved through the brush to a big tree that overlooked the lake. Extending my claws I scampered up the tree to perch on a large branch two-man heights from the ground. There I curled myself into a furry black ball and fell asleep until the sun was ready to set.

As the light faded and darkness approached, I pounced out of the tree into the soft grass, extended my claws and stretched. Looking around I took a quick survey of the area then went to the water's edge for another long drink. Once my thirst was sated I made my way back to the road and headed in the direction of the cabin. Traveling on four paws as opposed to two feet was much better I thought as I made my way down the road. My heightened senses of smell and vision constantly scanned the road ahead and along the sides for threats, but found none. I suspected that the foul play ended at the carriage, but was not 100% sure. 

It was close to morning when I came upon the cabin. There were no sights, sounds, or smells that I could detect that would indicate the need for caution, but still I left the road and crept my way through the trees and under brush to the clearing where the cabin stood. I padded my way around the perimeter of the structure, sniffing at the blades of grass and weeds that grew in abundance. I also approached the door and sniffed along its lower edges, and then standing up on my hind legs I sniffed around the bottoms of the shuttered windows. No threats or chemicals were in evidence after my examination, I was however able to identify the scents of Teela and Sir Tausin but they had not been there in a very long time.

Even though I was in feline form, the PDA was still functioning and as I climbed a nearby tree and made myself comfortable, I went over the path that I took to get here. The road that the coach was on was the same road that leads here. There were no detours or wyes in the road that could cause a pursuer to have to choose an alternate direction. As I came to this realization I chose to remain in my sturdy tree and observe the road for a while rather than enter the cabin. For three days I stayed in feline form and kept to the woods, the lake and stream, and avoided the cabin and roads. I would venture back to the cabin numerous times each day to see if anyone had come by or was camped out there. Several farmers, hunters and children used the road that passed by the cabin but no one paid it much heed other than one teenage boy that threw a few rocks but failed to hit his mark as the cabin sat back a ways from the road. During this time I worked on transitioning back to human form and after two days of failed tries, on the third day I was finally able to figure out how to make the transition happen. I was able to transition from panther to human at will. The change was slow at first until I got the hang of it. I got so good at it that I was able to leap from my perch in the tree, land on all fours, then stand upright as a human. I was so proud of myself. As a panther I was able to teach myself to hunt prey, though I think the skills were ingrained in me to do so but it took some time for me to get it right. I feasted on squirrels, rabbits and small wild boar similar to the one that was stalking Teela when we first met. I knew now that I could hunt in human or feline form. 

It was mid afternoon, I had just finished my squirrel lunch and I was perched in my tree when the wind brought a human scent to my nostrils. As the scent grew stronger I adjusted my position to flatten myself against the thick branch to keep myself out of sight as the humans approached. As they rounded the bend a ways from the cabin, I could see three men dressed in civilian attire, but what was strange about the men was that they walked abreast and in step with each other as if they were marching to an unheard cadence. My first thought was that they were military. My thoughts were confirmed as they drew closer. Neither of them wore armor or carried a spear, but their leggings, boots, and gait were a dead give away. As they came even closer, my nostrils picked up a scent that I recognized from being in Grimsod castle, and as they got even closer, I could smell Lord Hetch on the wind. I knew right then that they had to die.

As I pondered my next move the three men stopped in front of the cabin, one of them produced a piece of folded parchment. The document was unfolded and the three of them huddled together and discussed the words and occasionally looked toward the cabin. The document was folded and returned to its keeper's pocket, and then the three split up and circled the cabin then entered through the door. I could hear them walking around inside, which did not take long as it was a tiny structure. When they came out they discussed the directions and diagram on the parchment. The man that appeared to be the leader posted the other two at the cabin and stated that he would go back to inform Lord Hetch that the Reeve and Teela had not yet arrived. Lord Hetch must have been near by, as the leader quipped that he would return in a few hours. He instructed his two subordinates to take up position out of sight and observe only in case anyone should arrive while he was gone. The two men complied as their senior moved off smartly down the road.

Rather than do as directed, the two subordinates stood in front of the cabin for a while discussing what they are going to do and where to hide out. While this discussion was going on I transitioned back to human form and tapped out the set of commands that deployed my bow, arrows, and battle suit. As I readied myself the two men split up. One stayed in front of the cabin, the other walked around the side closest to me, pulled down his trousers and began to relieve himself. He was only about twenty-five feet from me as I notched an arrow, took aim and let it fly. As he was standing sideways to me the arrow penetrated his neck just above his shoulder and the tip exited out the other side just above the opposite shoulder. There was not even time for the man to scream as he released his manhood and grabbed for his neck. The arrow severed his carotid artery and he quickly collapsed to the ground to expire in a pool of his own blood.

The second man realized that it had been a few minutes since he was in contact with his partner and turned to look for him. He took several steps in my direction and was looking every which way but up, which was unfortunate for him as I notched a second arrow and took aim. As he came upon the body of his comrade he reached for his sword, which of course did him no good as I let the arrow fly striking him in the chest. For whatever reason I failed to hit his heart. The arrow sailed wide of my aim and lodged in his left lung. His hand released his sword and the weapon landed with a thud at his feet. His hands moved to the arrow and attempted to pull it out. At this point I was taking aim with my third arrow and fired. The arrow struck in the center of his chest. He took several painful breaths and attempted to pull the arrows out, but failed in his attempt as he fell to his knees, then slumped onto his side. He took a few more labored breaths before he expired.

I waited a few minutes to make sure that their leader did not return unexpectedly before I stored my bow and used the wardrobe collar to remove my weapons and my battle suit. I stood naked in the tree for a few seconds before transitioning back to my feline form. Quickly I jumped from the tree and ran toward my victims. With my teeth I bit down on the arrows one by one and pulled them from the dead men. Then I set about ripping into their flesh with my claws and teeth, making sure to mutilate their throats and chest area to hide any evidence that a human crafted weapon had been used. I gathered up the arrows in my mouth and scampered back into the trees. For a few moments I assumed human form, replaced the arrows in their quiver and returned them to the wardrobe collar before returning to my panther form. From my perch in a tree across the road from the cabin, I looked out over the two corpses in a bloody mess that would appear to anyone that showed up that they had died from an animal attack. The only foot tracks that would be found in and around the cabin were theirs, and the only paw prints would be mine.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 20



Revenge is never a straight line. It is a forest, and like a forest it is easy to lose your way... To get lost... To forget where you came in. - Hatori Hanzo 

As I waited in the tree across the dirt road from the cabin for the better part of a day, Lord Hetch and his men never returned. I thought it was pretty rotten to have planned to leave two of his henchmen alone keeping an eye on an empty cabin from the outside with some pretty dangerous forest creatures like me hanging round. Throughout the night I kept watch over the carcasses of the two fallen minions. From time to time some night foraging critters would stop by and snack on the flesh of the dead. I thought about growling, or doing something to frighten them off but the more damage they did, the more fear would be put in to Lord Hetch's men when the finally arrived. 

I kept watch until mid morning, taking a break now and then from my perch above the road on a sturdy tree limb. Several times I jumped down from the tree, stretched and paced around, and took a drink from a small stream that ran past the back of the cabin. During one of these stretching sessions I heard the sound of horses approaching and quickly clambered back up the tree and took my position in a low crouch where the thick branch met the tree's trunk. As they rounded the bend I could see three horses and three riders, and to my delight, Lord Hetch was amongst the three. He was flanked on either side by one of his henchmen. They approached cautiously, slowing their mounts as they got closer to the cabin. When they stopped in front of the cabin the despicable Lord called out to his two men and after several attempts, became a bit cross that they did not respond right away. 

Lord Hetch ordered his two men to dismount and survey the area. The two men split up and circled the cabin in opposite directions. The cry of, "Dear Gods!" let me know that the two dead men had been found. Lord Hetch shifted uncomfortably on his mount as he called out to his men, asking what they had found. With that both men returned to their Master and reported their gruesome findings. The men reported no signs of human activity other than the two dead subordinates. Lord Hetch then ordered his men into the cabin to see if there were any clues there as to what had happened. They both offered a halfhearted salute and cautiously entered the structure. 

As soon as the cabin door closed I knew it was my time to get my revenge. As my prey backed his horse up to the edge of the road opposite the cabin I slowly and silently walked the thick branch until I was over the edge of the road, and directly above Lord Hetch and his horse. I took a deep breath and deployed my claws then kicked off the branch with my hind legs. As I descended toward my intended victim, I suspect that his mount caught a scent of me on the wind and took a couple of steps forward. As I was in mid air there was no way to extend my leap no matter how hard I tried, and instead of landing on my prey I came up about a foot short and landed my front paws on back of his mount with my hind paws firmly on the packed dirt of the road. The horse let out a hideous cry of pain as my inch and a half long claws sunk deep into his hide and raked down his backside cutting huge bloody furrows in his flanks. The horse reared up and bucked tossing me loose from my grip on him and tossing Lord Hetch about violently. Unfortunately he did not fall off but I did. I landed on all four paws as the horses kicked backward before he took off down the road in a full gallop. Lord Hetch fought desperately with his mount to get the animal under control, but the stallion would have none of that. He was more afraid of me than he was about anything that his rider was doing to him. 

Lord Hetch had no idea what had happened or what had spooked his horse, but his horse knew as he did his best to get away from me. Once all four of my paws hit the ground I took off on a dead run seeking to run the horse down and bring down its rider. We had gone on down the road at a full run and I was beginning to gain ground on the wounded horse. The beast had lost a lot of blood during his full out run, and though in the beginning the horse was faster, I was now gaining ground on my prey. As the horse slowed, Lord Hetch began to bring the horse under his control again, until I let out a loud feral growl, which caused Lord Hetch to look back over his shoulder. His eyes fixed on me and they grew wide from fright and he now knew that his life was in jeopardy. It was at this point he started kicking the horse with his heels trying to drive him faster, but there was no more speed left in the animal and I was within striking distance. 

Once in range I pushed off with my powerful hind legs and propelled myself onto the back of the horse, the claws of all four huge paws sunk into his hide. Using my back paws and claws as an anchor I reared up and dug my claws into Lord Hetch's upper back and was disappointed that I had struck chainmail instead of his flesh. My claws sunk in held fast to his linked armor and I started pulling backwards on him but felt resistance as I tried to unseat him. As I struggled to pull harder I did not see him retrieve his short sword, but I did feel the tip of the sharp iron blade strike my shoulder and dig in as he blindly at me. Blood began to flow freely from the gash that the sharp tip had made. The pain radiated through my shoulder as I my front claws were stuck in his chainmail armor. I was unable to let go to escape his blade as it struck my shoulder a second time. In a panic I kicked off with my back legs letting gravity and my weight drag my prey to the ground. He hung on tightly but not for long. The short sword fell from his hand and landed on the dusty road as he tried to grip the reins again with both hands, but it was too late and we both crashed to the ground. 

I landed on my feet and skidded in the dirt, then rolled to stop my momentum, but my prey landed on his back at an awkward angle and screamed out in great pain. He tried to get up but there must have been some spinal damage from the fall as his legs refused to function. Seeing this I moved toward him, as he rolled to his side, then onto his stomach. He had pushed himself up and was crawling toward his short sword by pulling himself along with his arms and hands, his legs and torso dead weight behind him. I stopped in my tracks and reverted to my naked human form. I knew that he recognized me from the look of terror on his face as he doubled his efforts to reach his sword. On two bare feet I strode toward him and kicked his sword away from his out stretched hand. I walked around him, taunting him several times before I bent down and picked up his sword. I held the sword menacingly in front of me as I bent over him with one final taunt. You asked me if I was a spy I hissed out... the question you and your inquisitors should have been asking was, "Are you human?" 

I believe he was about to plead for his miserable life but I did not give him the chance to get the words out. With an evil smile on my lips I raised the sword over my head, gripping the handle with both hands then plunged the point down into the center of his chest. The short sword pierced his chest, split his sternum and cleaved his heart in two. The blade passed through his spinal column and lodged in the hard packed dirt of the road under his back. He tried to scream out as he looked up at me with his face frozen in terror, but the sound would not process as his mouth formed a silent "O". 

I wanted to do more damage to this noble asshole and make him suffer, but I had heard horses coming my way and I too was losing blood from my wounds. I knew that the blow that I had struck was mortal so with a quick turn I headed for the brush along the side of the road and transformed into my feline form a minute or so before the riders arrived to look over the bloody fallen form of their commander. Once out of sight I scampered up a tall sturdy tree and took up position on a heavy limb to watch what transpired below. It did not take long for Lord Hetch to expire, and I knew when he was gone when both men dropped to both knees, bowed their heads and clasped their hands together in front of their faces in prayer. 

With massive amounts of adrenaline flowing through my body and in all the excitement I had forgotten that I had been wounded until I attempted to stand and jump down from the tree. As I landed on the ground the pain shot through my shoulder. The cuts were not terribly deep but it was deep enough that I had lost a bit of blood which I now realized could allow Lord Hetch's henchmen to track me through the woods if they so desired. I did my best to run through the forest but the cuts did cause me to favor my right front leg and it slowed my gait and caused a moderate limp. I ran full out as long as I could until I came to the lake that I had stopped at days before. 

I did not know if the minions of Lord Hetch had tracking dogs, they probably did not but I was not going to take a chance. I reverted back to my human form and dove into the lake knowing that if I traveled a good distance in and under the water, the dogs would lose my scent. I tried to stay under the full four minutes that I was capable of, but having run so long and so far I was able to only stay down about half of that time. I surfaced a good ways from the shore that I left and was drifting toward the shore that I wanted to get to. 

The water felt cool against my bare skin and gave comfort to my wounds as I floated on my back and kicked my feet. The sense of urgency was gone now and I was able to slow down and catch my breath. It was great to take some time to enjoy the cool water and the warmth of the sun on my skin. I was growing restless being cooped up in the castle and such for so long. I spent as much time in the lake as I could, not because I needed to evade pursuers, but because it felt so good to be floating in the sunshine. From time to time I would turn over on my stomach and dive down under the water to explore the bottom and playfully chase after the fish. Hours had passed by and I lost track of how far I had gone until I activated the PDA and accessed the crude map that it had been creating for me. I was way off course but then I really did not care. I came ashore miles from any point that I had been at before on my journey. 

I paddled toward the shore then got my legs under me then walked the rest of the way through the shallow water. I took a look at my shoulder and found that the wounds had crusted over with a nice thick but wet scab, and I could see no indication of infection. From the progress that I observed, the wound should be healed in a matter of hours. The shore was a bit rockier here than at the other two points that I had visited prior so I had to watch where I put my feet. I sat down on a large flat rock and stretched out to let the warm rock and the sun dry my skin and hair. From time to time I would roll over so as not to get too sun baked on one side or the other. One thing that I did find out about sunburn, suntan, and my rapid healing properties; sunburn lasted about 30 minutes, and a sun tan usually went away after a day or so. I found this out from the days spent in the sun riding the wagon with Shilka. 

As day turned to evening I watched the moons rise and the sun set from the comfort of my warm rock. There was a slight chill in the air as the sun slipped below the horizon and the moons came fully into view. A few taps on my collar and I was clad in a faded pair of denim jeans, a warm plaid flannel shirt, and brown over the ankle fleece lined hiking boots. Another tap and I was wrapped in a thick blanket that kept out the chilly night air quite well. I really had no place to go, but then I had no reason to leave my rock by the lake either. As the temperature continued to drop I pulled the blanket tightly around me until I looked like a cute little Thai lady cocoon with only my eyes showing. I settled down onto my back and looked up at the night sky. All of the courses that I taken, and all of the celestial navigation exorcises I participated in at the academy were of no help here as these were not my stars. There were no constellations that I could pick out that would help me to figure out where I was in the galaxy. 

As I gazed up at the stars, my mind turned to the transformation that had occurred with my body and the ease at which the transformations came. The words of the Meda the Kamaloid came back to me and I think I was now able to understand the gift that she had given me before she expired. I come to understand now how the transformations were possible, but I also wondered if there was more that I could do other than just change into feline form. Perhaps her gift only worked on the feline DNA that was spliced into my genetic makeup? I vowed to try other transformations on another day as I was fully clothed and knew from experience that transforming while in human clothes was not a good idea. My eyes wondered from star to star wondering which of the stars were circled by Meda's planet, and if her stars were my stars, and how I could get to her world to try to help her people. It was her gift that saved my life and now I felt that I owed it to her to do what I could to honor her final request. 

My mind drifted over many subjects but settled on the issues that the country of Kreet and the citizens of Grimsod Shire were facing. I thought long and hard about Sir Tausin, Teela, Shilka, and Prince Vortak and how they would fare with or without me. I recalled the events leading up to the death of Lord Hetch and wondered if his minions would take revenge on my friends for my actions. So many questions I had, but so few answers I could find in my mind, or in the stars in the night sky. When I was on the road with Shilka heading North, I pondered about leaving the wagon train and returning to my cave. I chose to continue on with Shilka and ended up in the hands of the inquisitors. I found myself at a similar crossroad where returning to my cave would be the smart play but I had grown fond of Teela and her owner and did not want to see any harm come to them now or in the future. So I was torn between doing the smart thing, and doing the thing that a loyal friend would do. 

I did not get much sleep during the night, as my thoughts would not let me find the peace of mind that would let my eyes close and allow my body to rest. As the sun began to peek over the horizon I came to the realization that I may never get off this planet and if this were to be my home for the rest of my life, I was going to need friends here or I would end up a lonely old lady trapped in the body of an eighteen year old with only my horny plants to keep me company. The decision was made before the sun fully rose, I would return to Grimsod and deal with whatever happens and do my best to look after my friends and make a life for myself there. 

I accessed my PDA and took a good look at the map that it had created for me of my travels. I tried to calculate the most efficient route back to the castle, but unfortunately the best route led me right past the cabin and the burned out farmhouse. I was sure that given the events that had happened at both places there would still be people wandering about searching for answers, and even more so, searching for the creature that had ripped apart the bodies of Lord Hetch's henchmen. 

The greatest part of the route passed through the forest, and having spent a lot of time in this forest the past few days, traveling in human form would probably add a day or two to the journey and probably would be easier to spot. I decided that even though villagers, constables, and soldiers would be out hunting my feline form, I would be harder to spot and be in a better form to evade than if I were to travel as a human. An Asian girl in a world where everyone looked like they were from Northern Europe did not give my human form a viable way to blend with others where perhaps a big black cat moving silently and gracefully through the low brush in the shade of the big trees would go unnoticed. 

I slipped off of my big rock and returned my clothing and blanket to the wardrobe collar. I also made a change to the collar's appearance, changing its color from gold to flat black so that a stray glint of light reflecting off the gold would not draw unwanted attention. I transformed myself and made a sprint for the tree line. Once in the shade of the great forest I started to follow the track that my PDA had laid out for me. Around mid day my path took me close to the cabin, and as I came closer I could detect the scent of numerous humans, horses, and the necrotizing flesh of the recently deceased minions. I moved carefully among the leaves and fallen branches of the forest. Padding carefully so as not to make a sound that could give away my presence. As I got closer to the cabin, a couple of the horses caught my scent on the wind and kicked up a little fuss by rearing up and vocalizing their concern. 

In the clearing around the cabin were several of Sir Tausin's constables, and there were a few more down the road where Lord Hetch's body was. I looked around and sampled the air but could not find a trace of the Reeve in my line of sight or on the wind. There was not much to see here that I had not seen before or caused to happen myself, so staying in the shade of the big trees I moved parallel to the road. It was late afternoon when I came to the spot near the road where I was to meet up with the coach to take me to the cabin. There were numerous humans and horses there as well, and two of the humans were Teela and her owner. I could smell them on the wind a good ten minutes before I was close enough to see them. 

When my friends came into view it was a somber scene, the Reeve's men were loading the body of the coach driver on the back of a wagon with the dignity deserved of a fallen veteran or respected civic leader. The look on the Reeve's face told me that he was close to tears, and Teela was openly crying. A shiver went through me and even in feline form; the tears began to well up in my eyes. I just wanted to run to my friends and do what I could to comfort them in their time of great sadness, but just running to them out of the forest in human or feline form was well out of the question and was not about to happen. I had to think of a way to get their attention without others seeing me. 

My opportunity came when the Reeve gathered his men together and issued instructions on what to do with the bodies. He went on to ask them if anyone fitting my description had been spotted. I listened closely when I was mentioned in the conversation. It was clear that no one had seen me, and one of the constables wanted to know if a person fitting that description was suspected of these murders. To my relief the Reeve told them that I was a missing person that perhaps my have been in the area, but he added that he feared that the person fitting that description had perished in the burned house a few miles away. 

While the Reeve took a tour of the crime scene with his men Teela returned to the coach out of sight of the others for some water and for a fresh handkerchief. I moved as close as I dared then shifted to human form, then dressed in the dark jeans and flannel shirt that I had worn the night before. I stayed low in the brush and picked up a few pebbles. One at a time I lobbed them at Teela. A few bounced harmlessly off the side of the coach but that got her attention and as she turned toward me, one small pebble bounced off her right breast. When she was looking at me I waved at her, and even through she was crying, I could see the corners of her mouth turn up as if she were trying hard to smile. I motioned for her to come toward me, and just as she went to take the first step, the Reeve and one of his men came walking around the coach toward Teela. I quickly ducked down into the brush to avoid being seen. 




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 20



Teela was quick on her feet and within seconds she had convinced her owner that she had to relieve herself and that she did not want to go alone. I was surprised when the Reeve asked one of his men to go with her, which brought a scowl of displeasure from Teela. She stated her case that she did not want to relieve herself in the woods with a strange man watching her and that she would feel safer if Sir Tausin would accompany her. I guess his jealousy of others leering at her forced him to give in to her; he mentioned to his men that he would return shortly. He took Teela by the arm and led her into the woods well out of view of the road and the constables. 

I stayed behind a large tree until the two of them were close by and then I moved into view. I apologized for the way that I had to coax Teela and the Reeve away from the group but I knew it would be better if we met in secret not knowing whom in the area that I could trust. I was so surprised when both Teela and her owner almost ran each other over trying to get close enough to give me a big hug. There we were, two teenage women and one of the most powerful men in the shire standing under a tree, crying in a big group hug. For the first time in days I felt truly safe, and truly a part of a friendship. I knew then that I made the right choice to return to the castle and my friends. 

When we broke the hug I expressed my condolences and started to go over the events on the night I left the castle and leading up to today, but the Reeve put his finger to my lips and said, "Later Kitty, there is no time for that now". I stopped talking and listened. 

The Reeve explained that things were pretty complicated right now being that Lord had Hetch been murdered. He let on that he believed that it was me that had put the sword through his chest but did not come out and make the accusation. We went on to discuss how I would get back to the castle and that he had no plan prepared to get me inside at the moment. 

I told the Reeve that I could make my way back to the castle on my own and that I would meet up with him and Teela in a day or so. I let him know that I had a way into the castle where I would not be detected. I do not think that he believed me, but nodded and went back to his men as one of them were calling for his attention from the roadside. I spent a moment or two with Teela after her owner was gone. We did not say much, just hugged a lot, dried the tears from each other's faces. We hugged tightly, and then kissed each other as we turned and went our separate ways. 

I watched as my friends got into the coach and the driver headed off down the road toward the castle. It was a good ten-mile ride or so by coach, it would take me a bit longer through the forest. Once they were out of sight I moved carefully and quietly away from the road and used my collar to remove my clothing before I transitioned to my feline form. Back at the Osaka Eugenics academy, they liked to keep us physically fit and a hike of ten miles was an easy accomplishment, as it would be here too, but I was in no great hurry to get back to the castle. I was enjoying my time out in the wilderness and I was not looking forward to returning to the drama that waited for me inside the castle walls. 

The trip to the castle was uneventful. I could have hiked it all in the same day but took a leisurely pace and camped out over night. It was a bit colder than the previous night and instead of building a fire and sleeping on the ground, I choose to climb into a sturdy tree and sleep on a thick branch in feline form. Sometimes it is great to have your own fur coat for those chilly nights. In the morning a group of ladies passed by my tree, they were all dressed in black dresses of similar design as the white dresses that are the norm in Kreet. Given the change in color, I had a feeling that this was in regard to the death of Lord Hetch. 

I wanted to change into human form and join them but with my hair color and skin tone I would be very out of place and was afraid that I would become the topic of conversation. I doubt that I would learn much if I had to keep fielding questions about myself. The road that the women were on was a winding road that followed the foothills of the Kabho mountain range. I had found a trail that cut out some of the twists and turns of the road and I made it to the edge of the clearing that surrounded the castle sooner than I had planned. I approached from the North and waited at the edge of the forest until night began to fall. 

There were no search lights to illuminate grassy approach to the castle and under the cover of darkness it was easy for a dark colored panther to make it unseen to the castle wall. I knew where I wanted to make my entrance; it was just a matter of finding the stream that I located from inside the castle. It took me about an hour or so to find the culvert that carried the stream under the castle wall. Once I found the culvert, it was easy for me to slink under the wall and follow the stream to the Reeve's garden. Once in the garden I could see that no one was home. I suspected that once again they were at the bathhouse, which gave me the idea to transition to human form and slip into the bathing pool in the garden. The wardrobe collar deployed my backpack and it provided the towels that I needed for my bath. The water was still warm from the afternoon sun, but the air was getting cooler as the night progressed. 

I did not spend a lot if time in the water as that was cooling off rapidly. I climbed out of the pool, wrapped one towel around my head and was drying myself off with the other when Teela and her owner entered the garden from the side gate. I was working the towel over my back in a sawing motion with my arms behind me when they came in. The Reeve was the first to enter. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my naked form in front of him. I could not help but giggle as I caught both him and Teela staring at my exposed breasts and hairless little kitty. I quickly brought the towel around to cover my torso. Teela was smiling and shaking her head while her owner just stared at me until I was covered. My best response to their entry was to bow and say, "Good evening Sir." 

His response was, "How did you get into the castle and into my private garden?" 

I pointed to the stream running through the garden and then explained how the stream came in from outside the castle. I went on to remind him that I had mentioned this before on my first visit to the garden. 

He did admit that he did not take my words seriously on this matter at first, but he did now and vowed to resolve this in the morning. 

I unwrapped the towel from my hair and gave it a final dry off, then removed the towel from around my torso. This brought a groan from the Reeve and a snicker from Teela. I feigned shyness as I reached into my backpack and retrieved and donned as simple white cotton dress. I raised my hands above my head and did a turn as a model would at the end of a runway. Teela clapped for me, but her owner asked me to take a seat and be serious as we had much to discuss.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 21



I took a seat as instructed; Teela and the Reeve took a seat at the table with me. Sir Tausin asked me to recount the details of my journey from the castle until we met up along the road to the cabin. I went over the events in detail but omitted the parts where I was in feline form. I told him how the farmhouse had been boarded up and set on fire with me inside. I explained that I was lucky enough to make it out onto a porch roof and jump to safety before the smoke and fire got to me. Thankfully the house was destroyed and no one could go back to check if there actually was a porch roof or not attached to the side of the house. I detailed that there were four soldiers there that I could see and I mentioned that believed that Lord Hetch was there supervising the night's events.

I went on about my following our plan and making my way to the coach, and my shock and horror when I first thought that the man hanging from the tree was the Reeve, but figured out later that it was not. At this point the Reeve interrupted and sadly chimed in and explained that the man that I had found hanging from the tree was his twin brother. The final words of his statement caused him to choke and tear up as he sadly finished the sentence. 

I changed the subject and started to talk about my surprise when I found Lord Hetch and his men at the cabin. I expressed that I felt betrayed when they were there, but then as I thought out the events of the day, I knew that it was someone other than Teela and her owner who had tipped them off. I did not discuss the wild beast that had mutilated Lord Hetch's henchmen. I thought I would leave that as a mystery for the constables to look into. I also stopped short of confessing to killing Lord Hetch when I remembered that I was sitting at the table with the top law enforcement officer in the Shire.

Sir Tausin was still drying his eyes with a cloth that Teela had presented him when I finished my tale. Red eyed and distraught, and with his voice quivering he asked me straight out, "Did you kill Lord Hetch?"

I paused for a moment, my eyes locked on his as I constructed my reply. I do not know why my answer came out the way it did, but right then and there I confessed, "Yes Sir, I did." My head bowed and looked down at the table. The next words that I expected to hear were, "You are under arrest", but no reply came. Instead the Reeve stood and moved toward me. His hand reached for my arm and guided me to my feet. I was expecting my hands to be bound behind my back, but was surprised when this big strong man took me into his arms and hugged me tightly. His head bent as his cheek came to rest on my soft black hair. He held me for the longest time and as I heard him sobbing softly, I hugged him back as tightly as my slender arms would allow. I knew this was a terrible time for him and I wanted to apologize immediately if I had caused him any pain. 

The Reeve wiped his eyes again as we separated, and then Teela stood and pulled us both into a group hug. All three of us were wiping the tears from our face when we stepped away from each other. Sir Tausin spoke first and admitted that my killing Hetch was a problem, but it was a problem that he would take no action to solve. He had his people going through the motions, but not really looking for answers. His people knew of the loss of his brother and suspected that Lord Hetch was behind his murder. In the Reeve's opinion, Lord Hetch got what he deserved, case closed. Though he did admit that he wanted to be the one to thrust the knife into Lord Hetch's chest personally. 

Sir Tausin asked Teela and I to sit, and we did as he instructed. He left us for a few minutes then returned from the house with three mugs and a jug of wine. He poured each of us a mug, and as he poured the wine he went on to lament that the wine we were drinking tonight was made by his twin brother at the family winery. He stood and raised his mug and toasted to the memory of his brother. Teela and I stood and joined in the toast. I watched carefully as both he and Teela consumed the contents of the mug in one motion, and I followed suit. It was only and ounce or so, and though I was unfamiliar with alcohol, this tasted quite good.

Sir Tausin filled our mugs again then raised his mug, and we drank a toast to better days without Lord Hetch. After our toasts were completed, our host filled our mugs once again, but this time we sat at the table and sipped slowly as we discussed in detail the happenings of the land. Teela chimed in with her news and went on to tell of an attempt on the life of the Prince Vortak while he was touring the market inside the castle's courtyard. The Reeve filled in the details that only the constables were privy to. He summed up the event then compared this to my journey to the cabin and suggested that he may have a spy or a leak inside his troop of constables. Due to these events he only knew of a few hand picked men that he could trust now, and he suspected that perhaps the leak could even be inside the Prince's security detail. He admitted that his forces were stretched very thin and he was unsure how he could continue to protect the castle and the Prince at the same time. 

I suggested that since Lord Hetch is out of the picture that things may get easier now that his men are no longer able to cause trouble with his direction and protection. Both Sir Tausin and Teela agreed. I offered my assistance to the Reeve and promised that I would do whatever I could to help out. I did not know when I offered to help what would happen in the near future. I wish now looking back that perhaps I should not have made that offer. Maybe it was the wine that had loosened my tongue but I could have sworn that my owner's manual said that I would not be affected by intoxicating beverages.

The wine kept coming as the conversation continued. Teela was feeling a bit tipsy as she staggered into the house to get another jug of wine. The Reeve stood, filled our mugs. He stood smartly and clicked his heels together as he raised his mug and toasted, "To his Majesty the King and the members of the Royal Family." Teela and I stood as well and imitated our host and toasted along with him. We drank from our mugs then returned to our seats. The Reeve started back into his recounting of the days evens and started off by relaying the contents of a confidential letter that the Prince had received and had allowed Sir Tausin to read. The letter was from the King who had finally made his way with the army to set up camp along Kreet's Southern border with the kingdom of Na'Tal. It seems that an invading army that had landed by sea upon their Southern shore had besieged the military forces of Na'Tal. The invaders had entered the capitol and the army of Na'Tal was in full retreat to the North. The war had been going on for the better part of a year the Reeve explained and that every attempt to stop the invaders had failed. The King and his forces were digging in along the border and preparing for battle. The Kreetin army was also welcoming the officers and men of the Na'Tal army to join the defensive line being set up.

I asked Sir Tausin if there were someone in the castle that I could talk to about the invaders and the army of Na'Tal.

Perhaps there was he said and he would try to get us together soon. 

Sir Tausin considered my request a bit longer, and then suggested that in the morning that I go with Teela to the local blacksmith and have my collar removed. He then offered me a parchment with his seal on it that confirmed the order to the blacksmith. I was stunned as I read over the order. 

This came as a shock to me as there was no way that I wanted some brute with a sledge hammer and chisel banging on my priceless high tech wardrobe collar. I stammered out a "Yes Sir" to his request. He could tell that this request had caught me by surprise and that I was not too comfortable with the request even though he knew I would comply fully. One glance in Teela's direction told me that this was a surprise to her as well.

The Reeve went on to explain that one of his duties, as Reeve was the disposition of ownerless or abandoned serving girls. The King had granted him the authority, as all Reeves of the land had been to remove the collars of the abandoned girls. He said that I had been ownerless too long and that he doubted that my true owner would find me here even if he and his clan were still alive. Unfortunately I had to agree with him on this. It was my turn to bow my head and shed a tear knowing that I would no longer have the protection that my collar afforded me... but then on second thought, my mind went over the number of men that I had to kill to protect myself since I have been here. Perhaps I would be better off relying on myself for protection than to continue to rely on a golden collar from a man that was probably dead.

We finished off the second jug of wine, said our "good nights" then headed off to bed. I was escorted to the guest room where I settled in, stripped off my dress and slipped under the soft cool sheets. I heard my host and Teela close the door in the room next to mine. I heard them talk for a while but could not make out exactly what they were saying through the thick stone wall, but the word, "boratcha" came through loud and clear, as did the moaning and panting that followed. 

The whole "boratcha" thing with this culture seemed to be such a waste in that a woman was only taken in one position. Maybe its time that someone show these men that if a woman is allowed to be creative, they may find her much more pleasing. As I lay there on the bed I envied Teela, as she did not have the itch like mine that needed to be scratched. She was fortunate to have a good man like Sir Tausin to scratch that itch for her with that oh so special scratching tool. For those of you reading that do not understand the "itch" comments I will say it plain and simple, this kitty needed to get laid before some poor young man was savagely and sexually attacked on the streets of Grimsod Shire.

When morning came I was roused out of bed by Teela's knock at the door. The sun had already been up for a few hours when she came to collect me for our trip to the blacksmith. Remembering our assignment for the day I performed a little preemptive strike and used the wardrobe collar to duplicate its self as a plain simple gold band around my neck that the blacksmith could ruin with his primitive tools. I reformed the wardrobe collar into a thick bracelet around my left wrist with no visible latching device. 

I was just pulling my plain white dress on over my head when Teela popped her head in the door. She threw a towel at me and giggled, "Bathe first, then dress, come on."

She took me by the arm and dragged me down the hallway, then down the steps out to the garden and over to the bathing pool. Our bath was uneventful, but she did fill me in on all the gossip about the noble women, none of which I knew but I smiled and nodded a lot as if I really cared about them. She washed my back and hair and I did the same for her as our conversation continued. 

We discussed the funeral arrangements that had been made for her owner's brother. The date had not been set as the funeral raft was still being constructed. The custom here is for those that can afford it to be set adrift on a burning raft while farewells are said and prayers are offered to the gods to take their loved one. Those that cannot afford the raft and ceremony are simply cremated on a bonfire in an isolated field then their ashes are spread upon the water. The Reeve is a well-liked man in the Shire and in the Kingdom. I was told that the Prince would be attending the funeral.

We finished our bath, dried each other off then slipped into our dresses for the day. We spent the next twenty or so minutes brushing each other's hair until dry, and of course continued with the gossip. I was tempted to tease her about the noises coming through the wall, but I know that in some cultures, matters of the pillow are not discussed. I was not so sure about the Kreetin culture so I kept quiet so as not to insult my friend.

We made quite the sight as Teela and I walked the streets of the village, the tall athletic buxom blonde huntress walking with the only slender Asian girl within about a thousand light years. We were making our way to the blacksmith's shop but not by any sort of a direct route. We stopped at a small pub for what tasted like coffee that was brewed with turpentine instead of water, but the hot drink did well at washing down what passed for stones... err... I mean scones. 

From the pub we went by several dressmaker's shops and browsed a bit. The daily wear dresses were all plain white linen. There were several everyday dresses in black, which from seeing the women on the road were reserved for mourning. We had passed several women today wearing black; I suspected that they were mourning the death of Lord Hetch. I was tempted to ask Teela when and where his funeral was being held, but I was beyond caring so I let the thought pass. 

The dress shop also had more expensive looking dresses in assorted colors with muted and subdued tones. There was a faded looking maroon, blue, and grey materiel used to make the garments. Some of the displays were mix and match, and some were solid colors. They looked like something that would be worn to a classy party or a ball of sorts. As I stopped to look, Teela confirmed that these are party dresses, or perhaps dresses to be worn to a formal event. They were nothing like the ball gowns that I had seen on the videos at the academy, but they fit right in here in this setting. They were something right out of Europe's middle ages.

We wasted enough time in the shops and in the market that it was after midday when we finally made it to the blacksmith's shop. Teela handed the smith the document, he accepted it, read it carefully and escorted us deeper into his shop. I knew it was coming but I hesitated when he asked me to lay my head down on his anvil, but I did as he requested. I did my best to keep my white dress from coming into contact with the soot stained anvil. He picked up and large hammer and chisel as he moved around behind me. The next thing I heard was the hammer striking the chisel and like that, the collar was severed and removed from my neck. I asked as he handed the damaged collar to me if he could cut it into three equal pieces, which he did easily enough. I collected the pieces from him and placed them in the linen shoulder bag I was carrying. Teela offered the smith several small coins, which he accepted. The smith thanked us for our business then we went on our way.

I asked Teela about the coins she used and about the money system. She pulled out examples of each and described them to me and explained their value. I pulled the three pieces of gold collar out of my bag and inquired if I could trade the gold for coin of the realm. Our next stop was at the jeweler. I offered up one of the gold pieces and after a lengthy examination, he offered me 263 quintars. Teela spoke up quickly saying, "She will take it." Teela informed me as we left the jeweler's shop that I had enough to buy a medium sized house inside the safety of castle walls. I smiled to myself knowing that I had two more pieces left in my bag in case I needed more coins.

We concluded our business in the village then made our trek back to the Reeve's house. The day went well, though I did feel a bit naked without the collar around my neck. I did notice that the gentlemen of the village seemed to flirt and pay more attention to me after the collar was removed. I knew that I stood out in town and drew the attention of women and men, but I kept cool and just focused my attention on Teela and where I was walking. Knowing that I was being watched and ogled I did not want to trip and fall or step in a pile of horse dung.

When we entered the house the Reeve was waiting for us. It seemed that he was waiting for some time and was a bit impatient. He just shook his head when he looked over the items we were carrying. He looked at my bare neck after examining our swag, then told me to get up stairs and get into my battle suit and to be quick about it as we had a meeting to attend.

I was not sure what this meeting was about but I did as instructed. I activated the wardrobe bracelet and clad myself in my skintight battle suit; I topped it off with a matching jacket made of the same materiel. I did not know where we were going but the jacket made it look a bit more in line with something that someone might wear in this culture, but obviously there was no way I could make the suit fit in with the garments of the day. I came back down to the Reeve and turned around sharply for his inspection. He cleared his throat and announced that something was missing... "Go get your knife and sword, you are going to need those." So back up the steps I went.

When I came back down I was outfitted like a proper Shinobi warrior and ready for battle. While I was upstairs I tightly braided my hair then rolled it up and pinned it up high, securing it in place with two metal throwing spikes. Inside the wrists of the jacket were two hidden shuriken and a short knife. The Reeve nodded his acceptance to me then led me out the front door to his waiting coach. We entered the castle through the main gate and stopped at a side entrance. We were met by several constables and escorted inside. As we traveled the halls of the castle we came to the same room where I first met Lord Hetch, and to my dismay we entered the same room. 

I had a very bad feeling about this, but did not have too long to remember past events when two royal guards entered, followed by Prince Vortak, an officer of the guard and two more guards. The Reeve and I dropped on one knee as Prince Vortak and his entourage entered the room. The Prince looked me over, his eyes fixated on my face, I almost thought I seen him start to smile when the Captain of the Guard stood between the Prince and I blocking his view of me and my view of him.

The Captain of the Guard looked me over, and then spoke to Sir Tausin as if speaking directly to me was beneath him. "She will have to surrender her weapons in the presence of the Prince." He went on to say, "You should not have brought her in here armed and dressed this way."

The Reeve laughed softly and informed the Captain, "If you want her weapons, you'll have to take them from her yourself."

The Prince chuckled slightly as the Captain looked at the Reeve and shot him a killing look, then turned to his men and in a angry voice commanded, "Disarm her!"

As two of the guards came toward me the Reeve whispered in my ear, "Play nice, and please do not kill anyone."

I laughed, smiled and gave him a playful, "Yes Sir."

The first guard lunged at me with his spear which I easily side stepped and directed the point of the spear into the thick leg of a nearby table. The blade stuck in deep and as the guard tried to pull the weapon back, I brought my knee up hard into his stomach. He released his grip on the spear and draped one arm in a guarding position across his gut; the other hand gripped the table as he tried to pull himself up. Again I launched my bend knee toward him and struck him in the ribs several times denying him breath. As his hand slipped from the table he stumbled slightly. I moved in quickly and took hold of his head by the back of his helmet then with all the force I could muster I rammed his head into the edge of the table. The blow scrambled his brain and he slumped to the floor.

I turned my head to look over my shoulder to see the second guard close behind me and charging in my direction. He lumbered toward me like the huge brute that he was. I steadied myself and watched him lift his sword high over head. His eyes were locked on mine but he should have been looking lower. As soon as he was in range I swiveled my hips and sent my right foot straight out behind me, the heel of my foot landed square between his legs. The force of his charge met the force of my back kick and within a second his lips formed a silent "O" shape. He dropped to his knees with his hands clutching his genitals. I turned quickly to face him and my hands came up in front of me in a defensive posture. As I see the guard before me on my knees, I shifted my weight and swiveled on the ball of my left foot as I sent my right foot in a sweeping arc into the side of the guard's head. His hands left his groin as his body went limp and crashed to the hard stone floor like a dropped ragdoll.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 21



The last two guards advanced toward me, one had pulled his sword and was waving it about while the other drew a short handled throwing axe from his belt and hurled it spinning end over end toward me. The axe was easy enough to dodge just by twisting to my right and stepping backwards. The axe sailed harmlessly past my face and embedded its self in the chest of a painting of the King that hung on the wall behind me. I looked at the axe then reached into my hair and pulled out one metal spike with a long black ribbon attached to the back end. I launched the projectile towards the man who had just thrown the axe. The point pierced his leggings and imbedded its self deep into his thigh. I could tell that I had hit bone as the dart hit the center of his leg and sunk in a good two to three inches. The guard stumbled down to one knee and gripped at the metal peg. As he pulled the sharp peg from his leg, the blood flowed unobstructed from the wound and created a red stream down his leg staining his brown leggings. I did not intend to seriously harm any of the Royal guards, but he did sling an axe at me, and he had to suffer some for doing that.

I turned to Sir Tausin and snickered out, "I did not kill him!"

The Reeve laughed and pointed to the last guard advancing on me with his sword drawn. I pulled my katana and took a fighting stance; feet shoulder width apart, my left side facing my attacker. I brought the sword up over my head and readied myself to strike. The guard stopped in his tracks and looked me over, the sword in his hand wavering. I could tell he was having second thoughts about this as he kept glancing at his fallen comrades. I brought the sword down hard and fast, slicing at the air so that the blade made a loud "whoosh" as the air was cut. I brought the sword back up high over my head, looked at the guard and said, "Lets do this!"

The guard looked back at his Captain, and with a look of anger on his face the Captain admonished the guard, "She's a little girl, get her!"

I looked at the Captain winked then challenged, "Why not come get me yourself?"

The guard took a step toward me, so I brought the blade down even with his chest, the sharp point aimed at his chest's center. It was then that Prince Vortak stood up and shouted, "Enough, I have seen enough!"

The Captain of the Guard looked at me with hate in his eyes. I looked back at him with confidence in mine and taunted, "Guards should be prepared to give their lives in service to their Prince, your guards are not worthy."

I returned my sword to its scabbard on my back then moved to stand with Sir Tausin. The Prince came toward us and extended his hand in greeting to the Reeve. The two of them shook hands and embraced. The Prince extended his condolences to the Reeve on the loss of his brother. Prince Vortak turned to me then laid his hand upon my shoulder and said; "Now I see why Lord Hetch and his men wanted you dead. I am do glad to see that you have recovered, I feared you would not survive your wounds."

I nodded and thanked him for his kind words, then he turned to Sir Tausin, "You are right my friend, I accept her as my protector." With that said the Prince turned to the Captain of the Guard and ordered him and his men out of the room, and then he called for his scribes and the rest of his Royal Court.

Several men entered wearing plain brown robes followed by several men and one lady. I assumed then that the men were Lords of similar stature as Lord Hetch as they were wearing similar gold decorations on their tunics. The Prince moved back to the chair he was sitting in but remained standing as he spoke in a whisper to his new entourage. When the huddle broke he called Sir Tausin and myself to him and commanded us to kneel before him. As we knelt before the prince, our head bowed in respect, he tapped me on the head with the palm of his hand and asked for my sword. I tilted my head upwards; my eyes met his as my hand reached for my sword. I pulled the long blade from the scabbard, then taking the handle in one hand and the tip of the blade I held the sword over my head and presented it to the Prince.

The Prince accepted my sword and smiled down to me as he inspected the craftsmanship of the blade and the handle.

He held the sword in both hands, and then as I knelt before him he turned the blade sideways and brought it down slowly to tap my right shoulder, and then my left. In a commanding voice he spoke so that all could here, "I grant upon you the rank of Captain, and from this day forward you are assigned as my personal bodyguard, and protector of the Royal house as recommended by Lord Tausin."

I looked up at him in disbelief, I was in total shock. My eyes must have been wide as saucers and I was at a total loss for words until the Prince offered my hand and chuckled then whispered, "It is customary for you to kiss my ring." 

I giggled softly then placed my lips to his ring and kissed it. As I withdrew my lips from the heavy gold ring I looked up again into his eyes and told him, "My sword is yours."

He tapped me on the head with his hand and commanded, "Stay there, I am not finished yet."

The Prince raised my sword over his head then brought it down to touch both shoulders of Sir Tausin then passed the sword back to me. The Prince laid his right hand on the Reeve's head and spoke, "Lord Tausin, you have been a loyal friend to the crown for many years. Your service to this Shire, my family, and this Kingdom has been exemplary. It is because of your dedication and tireless service to the crown that today I bestow upon you the title of Lord of Grimsod and I hear by deed to you all lands and rights formerly held by Lord Hetch. Arise Lord Tausin!"

Lord Tausin stood and embraced the Prince then took my hand and lifted me to my feet. I was so proud of the new Lord and could not hold back the tears of joy. I was so wrapped up in the joyous moment that I did not notice as Teela came running up from the back of the room to hugged her new Lord tightly. She was beaming with pride, as was I. I placed my sword back in its scabbard then took a step back, letting Teela and her owner have their moment together.

The Prince let them have their moment as well and walked off to have an out of the way conversation with his administrative staff. I leaned backwards resting my tiny butt on the edge of the table trying to register everything that had just happened. When I woke up this morning I was worried about life in the Shire without my collar, and now I was charged with the safety of the Royal house. A million things were going through my mind when one of the Royal administrators came to me, took me by the elbow and began discussing living arrangements, dress and behavior requirements, and such. He asked me of my lineage for the Royal register. I went over the details of my background and how I had become stranded here. Of course I gave him the condensed version and left out all of the things that he would not understand or would get me burned at the stake. 

The administrator informed me that living quarters were being prepared for me across the hall from the Prince in the wing of the castle that was being used by the Royal court for their stay in Grimsod Castle. I was informed that Lord Tausin and Teela would be taking Lord Hetch's wing of castle as soon as his things were removed. We chatted for a while, I was informed as to what my position would entail and that I would be working closely with Lord Tausin and the new Reeve once the position was filled. I mentioned to him that I had already been working with Lord Tausin and that we had discussed ways to better prepare his constables to defend the Shire should the invaders to the South make it this far. He nodded in approval and suggested that I brief the Prince on our preparations.

The administrator walked me around to the members of the Royal court and the Prince's administrative staff and introduced me to them. They were not the stuffy royal types that I thought they would be. They were rather friendly and open to my questions. I had learned so much from my conversations with them throughout the day. 

The official day ended with a tour of the inside of the castle, well at least a tour of the important areas. We ended up back in Lord Tausin's new office, and that is when the administrators bid us well and left us on our own to discuss the events of the day and such. I opened the conversation by thanking the new Lord for having such faith in me to recommend me for such an important position. 

He told me that the way things were going in this country, there are very few people that he could trust and given the events of the previous week, he was even beginning to distrust a few of his hand picked constables. 

I agreed with him on that point. I was about to make a request of him when he cut me off.

He offered to transfer four of his most trusted constables to me as replacements for the four guards and the Captain that I had met earlier today. I was just about to make a similar request as I knew that those jokers were out of shape and totally inept and were probably patronage appointments. 

I accepted his offer gratefully but asked if I could make one more request of him.

He looked at me, smiled and bid me to continue.

I thought for a minute on how to phrase my request, then just started talking in the hope that he would not be put off by my request. I told him that I needed someone to work with me directly and to finish what I had started in the area of castle defense. I explained that Teela and I had been working on this together and that we would make a very good team together. 

He was not expecting this but he was honored that I thought so highly of his girl. He said that he would give it some deep thought and get back to me shortly on it. He asked what I had in mind for her and expressed his concern for her safety.

The answer I gave was not what he wanted to hear but he accepted it. I described what would happen should the invaders from the South reach the castle and how all of us, even Teela would be at risk. I described her prowess as a huntress and her skill with horses. I followed up with the need to combine my archery skills with her riding skills to develop a unit of mounted archers. I explained that with my new duties protecting the Prince, I would need her skills to help train the unit.

Lord Tausin was stunned that I had come up with this sort of plan and had included Teela in it without his permission. He took a minute to compose his thoughts, then led with how he had put his carpenters to work on the bow parts and the blacksmith was working on the arrow points. The more he thought about it, and the more we talked his words seemed more positive toward this whole idea, though he was still hesitant to involve Teela. We ended the conversation on this topic when he suggested we get something to eat as we both had missed breakfast and lunch.

Speaking of food, as we ended our conversation, Teela came bouncing in munching on a chunk of warm bread that she had liberated from somewhere in the castle. She reminded us that we had not eaten yet today and that dinner was being served in the grand hall, we were all invited to dine with the Prince this evening.

Lord Tausin stood, and made for the door, without breaking stride he spoke back over his shoulder, "Come on you two before the hungry hoard gets all the good stuff.."

We did as any two young and very hungry subordinates would do, we followed after our Lord without delay. We followed... I should say that, "I followed" Lord Tausin to the grand hall... Teela already knew her way there. The castle was like a maze and I was counting on the mapping capabilities of the PDA to keep it all straight for me for a few days until I could absorb all of the new things that were suddenly being thrust upon me. 

The hall was filled with people, some I had met before, some that I had not. Most of the ones that I had not met yet turned to take an extra long look at the armed Asian girl walking with the newly appointed Lord of the Shire. I was amazed that even on this backwards world, they knew about buffet dining. The table at the back of the room was set up with most any kind of food available in the Shire. There were breads, vegetables, bird, and beef for the taking. We took our place in the line and fixed our plates as we passed by the food trays. There was a table reserved for those of Lord Tausin's station, and tables off to the side and in the back for those of us of lesser standing. 

Teela and I found our own table and let Lord Tausin take a seat with his peers, while Teela and I did the same. Unfortunately when I tried to sit with Teela, I was ushered way to another table. It seems that the table Teela was sitting at was for the owned girls of the castle, not for us working people. I was escorted to a table closer to the Lords and Ladies by one of the wait staff. I found myself sitting at a table with several Guard Captains who worked for the other Lords and Ladies in attendance. There were also several scribes and Royal administrative types at the table with me. I have to say that I got quite the look over by the other Captains, but the looks were respectful, not the leering sort that one would get in a pub or other nightspot. It seemed that being in the employ of the Royal house had its perks, and a level of respect as well.

I could see why us security types were seated together as I observed a table holding a large cache of shields, swords, knives and other assorted weapons. One of the men at the table wearing civilian attire, but also wearing a pin that designated him as a member of the House of Tosk stood and introduced himself as Yashu and offered to take my sword as my hands were holding my plate and a cup of wine.

Yes please I said and let him slip the sword off over my head, he attempted to remove my knife and scabbard as well but could not figure out how to work the release that held the knife to the scabbard attached with Velcro to my right leg. I set my food and drink down then removed the knife and handed it to him. He smiled and me and laid both weapons carefully on the table.

The scribes and administrators kept to their own conversation about administrative functions and the gossip from their departments. The conversation on my side of the table started out with a grilling about my weapons and the odd clothing I was wearing. I explained that the suit was similar to their chainmail but of a different design that was much lighter and flexible than standard armor. I was complimented on my sword and knife, and the men with me admitted that they had never seen such workmanship before. Yashu asked if he could touch my armor and was still hesitant even after I said it was ok.

Seeing his discomfort and his desire to be a gentleman about this I slipped off the jacket and presented it to him for his inspection. Several of the other men reached over to Yashu to inspect the jacket so I suggested that he pass it around. The jacket made its way around the table but several of the men were still trying to get a better look at the part of the suit that I was still wearing. I realized that when I looked down that I dressed without a bra this morning, and the skintight battle suit showed off every bump and curve, especially those of my breasts and now hardening nipples.

I tried not to look flustered as I took back my jacket and slipped it on. The others went back to their conversations about the women here, their position in life, and the makeup of my suit. There was even a conversation going on across the table as to how I get the suit on as they could see no buttons or closures of any kind. Yes, my feline hearing capabilities were getting a really good workout this evening as I took in quite a few of the conversations going on at our table. 

Yashu and I struck up a conversation over dinner, and he did his best to keep my cup full of wine. After the food was gone we filled our cups, collected our weapons from the table and went out on the balcony that over looked the castle's courtyard. The moons were on the rise and the sunlight had all but faded but for the dim red light on the horizon. Yashu was a kind man for an armed guard Captain and did his best to shower me with compliments whenever a believable occasion would arise. I did not know if he was trying to get in my good favor because I worked for the Prince, or if he was trying to get a closer look at what was inside my battle suit. Remember a while back I was talking about a certain itch... even before the wine I was thinking that Yashu would make a good scratching post.

Our conversation was interrupted when Lord Tausin stepped out on the balcony with Teela in tow. As Lord Tausin spoke, Yashu snapped to attention as I was told to accompany Teela back to my room and change into something less armored and more fitting a trip to the bathhouse. I assumed that someone had brought my backpack to the castle when they brought Teela here this morning. 

As I turned to leave with Teela, Yashu asked if he could meet me at the bathhouse later on, and I was about to answer, "yes" when Teela chimed in with, "yes, she will meet you there" which brought a chuckle from Yashu.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 22



Teela and I walked back to the rooms we were assigned. My room was a permanent assignment, Teela's was temporary as Lord Tausin would be spend a lot more time at the castle getting settled into his new role and assuring that his successor as Reeve was brought up to speed quickly. Along the way I had to ask what was appropriate for a trip to the bathhouse. I had seen her wearing her plain white dress when she accompanied her owner, and thought that I would wear the same. Thought I thought an upgrade to the usual white linen frock was in order.

Using the wardrobe bracelet I selected a simple white linen dress in the same style that Teela planned on wearing tonight. I giggled as I thought about entertaining Yashu with a glimpse of the little barbarian girl outfits that I wore on the wagon ride to the castle, but thought that I had better attempt to fit in than stand out tonight. I also did not want to scare off Captain Yashu either as I had plans for him. 

It did not take Teela long to put herself together for the evening, which denied me any time for makeup and hair fixing. I wrapped my hair loosely then pinned it to the top of my head with the two throwing spikes that I rarely left home without. Lately I did not feel comfortable unless I had a little something hidden away for protection. Teela knocked at the door just as I was slipping into a pair of white flat sandals. I thought that turning an ankle in heels on the coble stone streets would not be much fun tonight. I closed the door to my room, and headed down the hallway. Once outside we hooked arms and walked together to meet up with Lord Tausin. Along the way she interrogated me about Captain Yashu and the prospects of him and I doing the "boratcha" boogie. I giggled slightly the first time she mentioned his name. Until now it never occurred to me that the studly guy I wanted to pounce on had a first name that sounded like a sneeze. 

I teasingly told her that I planed on immediately ripping his clothes off and taking him right there in the bathing pool. 

She got serious all of a sudden and told me that this would be forbidden. There was to be no sex in the bath ever and mentioned that there were alcoves along the walls on the ground floor and more luxurious accommodations on the balcony overlooking the bathing pool. 

I nodded and told her that I understood. I had planned on playing it careful and conservative anyway being that I had just been thrust into a new role with many responsibilities and that this was my first trip to the Kreetin bathhouse. I had read up on how the bathhouses in Pompeii and Rome were back in 100 BCE, and in my mind I thought that the ones here would be similar and they were.

Teela mentioned that this was one of the more upscale establishments reserved for the Royals, the Lords and Ladies, and the captains of business and industry. She explained that in my new position I am welcome there as Yashu would be also as he shares a similar position with Lord Tosk's staff. Teela went on to say that given his position and mine, and being that I reported directly to Prince Vortak, my rank superseded his and that I should behave accordingly in public.

That was a bombshell that just exploded on me, as I did not have time to think of such things, as I was very close to becoming a cat in heat. Teela cautioned about us doing anything sexual in public, but stated that it was not forbidden; just that it must be done properly, as in I should not assume a subordinate or submissive position to him in public. In other words, no boratcha in public places. I could do what ever in private, but even then she cautioned me about lessening my standard of behavior with a subordinate.

I jokingly responded to this news that perhaps I should just pounce on the Prince tonight and let him have his way with me.

A deep male voice from behind us chimed in and suggested that his highness would probably enjoy that, but he would probably be worn out and walking funny by morning. 

I turned to see Lord Tausin walking close behind us. He broke out in a loud belly laugh as I turned around and looked up at him. Had it been earlier in the day he would have seen my cheeks tinge pink with embarrassment. He gave us both a gentle shove, "Get moving you two, let us not keep Kitty's victim waiting too long" he said as we stopped dawdling about and made our way to the bathhouse.

As we entered the bathhouse, Lord Tausin put his lips to my ear and cautioned, "Teela was correct in what she told you about your position, should you and your Captain bathe in view of others, the washing should appear mutual." He ended the whisper with, "Do you understand Kitty?"

I nodded and replied seriously, "Yes My Lord, I understand."

Lord Tausin and Teela smiled at me then ushered me to a cordoned off section of the bathing area. I followed their lead and stripped off my dress and sandals. Like Teela I had gone commando tonight. I left the bra and panties tucked safely away in my wardrobe bracelet. A young lady collected our clothing for us as we disrobed. She carefully folded our garments and placed them on a table next to a folded stack of soft towels. 

I left my hair pinned up and followed my friends to the washing pool. The bathhouse was divided into two areas, one for washing, and the other for bathing. It was similar to the custom of old Japan where first you washed, then you bathed. The bathing was more socializing than anything else. Before I slipped into the water I looked around for Yashu and to my dismay, he was nowhere to be seen. I felt a bit sad that he was not there but I figured that perhaps some late minute issue had cropped up that required his attention.

Teela began soaping up Lord Tausin and started washing his front side. Not knowing if it was proper or not I picked up a soft cloth and followed Teela's lead and began soaping down his back. I looked quizzically at Teela before I joined in and her wink and nod told me that it was ok. Together was washed him down good, and Teela paid extra attention to his most sensitive man parts, which had him, erect and ready to boratcha Teela good and proper. 

Teela gave him a final rinse off, then we turned to each other and as I turned toward her I was promptly struck in the chest with a wet soapy rag that she had lobbed toward me. Lord Tausin gave his throat a cautionary clearing and Teela got the message that she had to be careful of my new station in the Kingdom. Unfortunately she got the message as the same soapy cloth spattered against the center of her chest then hung motionless between her orange sized breasts.

We both had a giggle together than we gave each other a good washing. During the soaping and rinsing I had a chance to get a good look at our Lord and Teela standing close together. He was a good six inches taller than her and they both could have been the poster people for keeping the Kingdom physically fit. Even though there was a large age difference, he was more than capable of keeping up with her, and she was more than capable of keeping him up if you know what I mean. My eyes kept falling to his manhood and as I kept looking him and her over, one thought that kept occurring to me is how often he hits bottom when he is inside her. I was so tempted to just reach out and touch his marvelous tool as for the first time I had become truly envious of Teela.

Yashu calling to me from outside the washing area interrupted my musings and impure thoughts. He was still clad in his tunic that bore the crest of Lord Tosk. I called back to him and motioned for him to join us after first gaining the approval of Lord Tausin. 

Yashu came close to the edge of the washing area and was stopped by one of the attendants. He was advised to disrobe before going any farther and for some reason he balked at doing this. Had he been closer to the edge of the washing pool I would have reached out and dragged him in by the ankle. He was a big man and would have made quite a splash.

As he spoke to me from outside the washing area, Yashu told me that he and several of his friends had reserved an alcove up stairs and asked if I would join him. Lord Tausin looked concerned at hearing this and Teela whispered to me, "Remember what we discussed on our way here."

I nodded to her and told her that I would be careful.

I teasingly offered to wash Yashu's back if he wanted to wash before going to the alcove. I was a bit saddened when he declined.

This evening with Yashu was getting off to a terrible start. I could see the concern in Teela's eyes as I exited the washing area at Yashu's insistence. I went to the table, got a towel and dried myself off. When I went to put my dress and sandals on, Yashu told me that dressing would not be necessary.

I was beginning to sense a pattern here and I knew that there was some sort of game afoot and I vowed to myself to be careful as to how the rest of the evening went. I believed that Yahsu wanted me to follow him naked to the alcove, possibly to score points with his friends by having the Captain of the Prince's security staff follow him naked across the bathhouse. I dressed myself in defiance of his wishes and walked beside him as we crossed the bathhouse and ascended the steps.

We entered the alcove and my so-called date for the evening introduced me to his friends and they in turn introduced me to their girls. The whole introduction session had formality to it and I got the feeling that they were just filling a customary requirement rather than really wanting to get to know me. The other couples were in various states of undress, while one of the couples moved toward the corner of the room and began the boratcha ritual on a pile of comfy pillows.

Seeing the couple in the corner doing their thing, I turned to Yashu and whispered in his ear, "If I hear the word boratcha tonight, you will be spending the evening with the healer. Do you understand?"

His reply came as a disgruntled grunt followed by a nod of his head.

Yashu sat on a pile of pillows in between two of the couples. He took me by the hand and gave me a guiding pull and as I began to take my place next to him, he tried to pull me onto his lap. With the grace of a cat I foiled his plan and plopped down on the pillows next to him. As I sat beside him and watched the other couples play, I thought we should not sit there like a couple of ice cubes. I moved my right hand to Yashu's muscular thigh and began to massage it gently. When it seemed that he was opening up to me and beginning to relax, I tried to slip my hand up under his tunic, but my advance was rebuffed and my hand was pushed away.

This was getting very frustrating so I returned my hand to his leg, as I knew that he would allow me to do that at least. As my hand rested on his thigh, one of Yashu's friends suggested that we both get naked and join the rest of the group. This brought similar encouraging words from the rest of the group, even the girl in the corner who was getting boratched into next week.

I moved my hand to Yashu's face and caressed his cheek, then moved my hands to assist him off with his tunic. Once again, he took my hands in his and stopped me. He moved my hands to the hem of my dress and asked undress first.

At this point I knew that there was some sort of power play going on here. Never before had I known of any man that fought so hard to keep from getting naked in front of a girl that wanted to pounce on him and have her way sexually. I told Yashu that I would remove my dress if he would remove his tunic and shirt first. 

He stood begrudgingly and removed his shirt and tunic, and I was quite impressed by his muscular chest and tight washboard abs. I reached down and tucked my curled fingers under the hem of my dress and lifted it off in one smooth motion, exposing my toned slender body to Yahsu and his friends. I moved against Yashu and ran my hands over his tight manly chest. My fingertips caressed his warm skin then moved in circles around his pink nipples. His hands reached for mine and gripped my wrists and guided my hands away from his body. It was then one of the men in the room remarked, "I can barely see her breasts, does she have any?"

Then the same man's companion chimed in with, "Hey Yashu, I was bigger than her when I was ten."

Obviously she was I thought to myself as her big sagging breasts looked like two sausages that had been run over by a steamroller. I so wanted to reply but I kept my composure and remained silent as far as she was concerned but I did whisper to Yashu so that only he could hear, "I had one very special night planned for you, and you have done your best to sabotage everything that I have tried to do to bring you pleasure."

Yashu stammered a bit as I talked, and at this point I think he realized that any thing that he had planned had gone out the window.

I continued with, "I am going back to my suite in the castle, I will leave word with the guards to escort you to my room. However, if you are going to continue to act like an ass toward me, do not bother coming."

I slipped my dress over my head and began to make my way toward the entrance to the alcove when a hand reached up and gripped my wrist. At first I thought it was Yashu having a change of heart, but it was instead one of his friends who held me tight. He tugged at my wrist and told me that everything was fine and that I was welcome to sit with him and his woman. He was trying hard to pull me down onto his lap as I tried to pull away. Finally he stood up to face me and made a grab for my free arm. I pulled my arm away from his attempt to secure it and as he held on tightly to my wrist, I looked him in the eyes and commanded, "Let go now!"

I was not expecting such a reply but when I heard, "What are you going to do about it?" ringing in my ears, I just smirked moved my free hand to his hand that was holding mine. I moved my hand to his hand and placed my thumb in the center of the eight carpis bones that makes up the carpel tunnel area of the wrist. I pressed my short nail and the tip of my thumb in as hard as I could until I felt his grip on my arm loosen. Once my wrist was free I used my grip on his wrist to push harder and bend his hand backwards. The confident look on his face was gone and was replaced by a mask of pain as his free hand pawed at my controlling hand. I pushed even harder, my thumb sinking even deeper into the nerve bundle and as I bent his hand back even farther, the big man dropped to his knees in front of me.

I looked down as I kept a death grip on his wrist and kept him in a state of agony. My eyes met his again and I asked, "If I let you go, are you going to behave?"

His head nodded furiously and he blurted out, "YESSSSSSS."

It was then that I release my grip on him. Immediately his free hand went to comfort his injured hand. I assured him that the damage was not permanent and that the feeling would return shortly. With that said I slipped my feet into my sandals and headed for the exit. Instead of Yashu coming with me, he went to check on his friend. That pretty much told me what I needed to know.

I descended the stairs, passed through the bathing and washing areas then exited to the street. It was a short walk to my quarters and even though things had gone so horribly, Yashu seemed a nice guy when we were alone together. I left word with the guards that he could be escorted to my quarters if he did decide to show up, but in the back of my mind I knew that he probably would not show up.

When I got inside my quarters I lit a few candles, stripped off my dress, let down my hair and slipped into my comfy sleep shirt. You remember the one that I had swiped from Sir William so long ago. Well, it was worn in now and very comfortable and great for lounging around in. I took out a brush and started working on my hair. It had been a while since it had a good brushing. Its not like there was much else to do other than to tend to my grooming and ponder on how things went so horribly wrong tonight. 

I was just about finished tending to my hair when there was an unexpected knock at the door. I set my brush down and moved toward the door. As I slid the latch back the guard said, "You have a visitor ma'am" and when I opened the door, there was Yashu standing there next to the guard with a small jug of wine in his hand.

I opened the door and thanked the guard, then invited Yashu in. I went into a tirade about how unacceptable his actions were this evening and that he should apologize and explain what all the drama was about.

Yashu apologized for his actions and the actions of his friends. He told me that they had been giving him a hard time all day since he said that he was going to meet me this evening. They rode him hard about dating outside his race and that he would be better off with one of the tall buxom blonde serving girls from a tavern. He told them that they would change their minds once they had a chance to meet me, but he was afraid that they were unconvinced.

To which I added that neither they nor he ever gave me a chance to get comfortable and get to know his friends.

He admitted that this was true.

As we came to an agreement on how the evening was a disaster, I found a couple of cups that had been left for me and offered one to Yashu. He opened the jug and filled both of our cups. We sat on what could best be described as a sofa and talked. The longer we talked and the more of the wine we consumed, the closer we came together on the sofa. When the wine was gone I found myself with my bare legs drawn up under me snuggled up against Yashu with my hand loosening the buttons of his shirt. This time he allowed me to get my left hand on his chest and explore at will. I pushed his shirt back off his shoulders then lay my head against his chest, and in return I felt his head lean against mine. I was finally convinced that things were heading in the right direction.

I took his hand and guided it to my chest with my free hand and helped him to undo the buttons slowly. When my shirt was open I sat up, shrugged my shoulders and allowed the garment to slip free from my torso and slide down my arms, I then assisted Yashu in removing his shirt. I took his right hand and placed it on my left breast as I threw one leg over his lap, straddling his thighs. As I sat myself down I looked into his eyes and whispered, "This isn't so bad now is it?" I think I could have answered that question for him as I felt something rising between his legs and poking me in the thigh.

He stammered out, "no" as I started to gyrate my hips slowly, rubbing myself against the growing bulge in his trousers. I felt his breathing rate increase as a few moans of pleasure escaped his lips. I moved my lips towards his to kiss his lips but he turned away slowly, my lips found his ear instead. Not to be denied I moved my lips to his ear as I thought perhaps this is what he wanted. My tongue flicked out over his earlobe and twisted around as it followed the little ridges. His hips started to move now as he was rubbing himself against my bare little kitty, and as he rubbed against me, I could see that my little kitty was nice and wet as I was leaving a nice little wet spot on the front of his trousers.

We were both getting quite turned on now as he was finally responding better to my advances and such. I opened my mouth and took part of his earlobe into my mouth and sucked on it, then let my teeth graze his skin every so slightly as I let it slip through my lips. For this I was rewarded with being dumped on my firm little rump as he quickly stood up and dumped me on the floor. His hand was at his ear and from what I could tell he was checking for blood. "You bit my ear!" he bellowed in my direction.

I apologized and assured him that I did not mean to bite him and this was the way that love play is done in my culture. The way he was checking his ear had me wondering that if cat girl had not appeared for a second and tried to snack on him without me realizing. I think at this point we had arrived at a boratcha moment but he knew I would have none of that, so he extended his hand and helped me up to my feet. I leaned against him and hooked my leg behind his to bring my little mound up against his thigh. He was too tall for me to get my lady bits next to his manly bits without his hands supporting my butt. I did my best to let him know how much I was turned on and I moved my lips back to his bare skin. Once again I started sucking softly on his skin, but the moment my teeth touched his skin, he would pull away.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 22



I carefully nibbled softly on his neck making sure to keep my teeth off his flesh, then nibbled my way down to his chest. Each kiss and or nibble brought a movement from him, and I was not sure if he was enjoying my little licks and nibbles or if he was trying to pull away. I got a little bolder and began sucking softly on his skin, leaving little love marks on his white flesh. Each little nibble brought a sound from his lips. Again I could not tell if it was from pleasure, pain, or fear. I took his hand in mine and moved it between my legs and I felt his fingers move over my wet lips and the tip of one pushed inside slowly. He remarked that I am so small, small enough that perhaps he would not fit well.

I pulled back slightly and smiled up at him and issued the challenge that we should find out soon. My hands went to his trousers and undid the buttons. As his trousers loosed around his hips I pushed them down slightly, then reached in and fished out his manhood. What I found inside was very thick, so thick that I could not get my fingers around it fully. As I worked his trousers down with one hand and stroked his shaft with the other, his hips started moving in time with my stoking. I soon learned that while he was blessed with girth, he was short changed in length and was no way near the male specimen that Lord Tausin was, though I did have to say that what Yashu had, was enough to fill my shallow little tunnel.

I continued to nibble my way down Yashu's chest, and as I moved down I rested my fingers on his shoulder then drew my nails softly down his chest. As my short nails trailed down his skin leaving soft red marks behind he yelped and stepped back causing me to lose balance and drop to my knees. He was looking down at me rubbing at the red marks and complaining about the scratches and asking why I scratched him.

Once again, I apologized and explained that this is the way we play in my culture and that such things are found by the males of my country to be quite pleasurable. I promised that I would be more careful if he would like to continue.

He stepped close to me again and offered his hand to help me back up, but since I was staring at the fat lovely hung on man meat I leaned forward and flicked out my tongue as one hand wrapped around its base. The tip was blunt, not pointed as the males that I knew were. His penis was shaped more like a blunt cigar. I flicked my tongue against the tip and was rewarded with a taste of his precum. It was thick but not salty like Sir William. I opened my mouth and softly sucked the tip inside. 

I began to take more of him inside, and the more I took inside the more my mouth and jaw muscles stretched to allow him in. I pulled my mouth off of him and used my tongue to lick up and down his shaft, and was rewarded with soft moans. I moved my mouth up and down, taking him in deeper each time. Every time I went deeper I felt him tense up, and after four or five cycles I was ready to take him in all the way. As I pushed my mouth down on his staff he pushed forward by reflex and I was thinking that I finally had him won over until he pushed forward too hard and my teeth grazed the underside of his manhood. The next sensation I felt was a sharp tug of my hair an intense burning in my scalp as his big hand grabbed on to my hair and pulled my mouth forcefully from him. That was all I remembered of that night as his other hand balled up into a fist and slammed into the left side of my face. My body pitched to the right and I landed naked on the floor, out cold.

I woke up in the morning to a loud banging at my door. I pushed myself up to all fours and shook my head trying to clear the cobwebs. The vision from my left eye was blurry and hurt like hell to open and close. My first thought was, "What the hell happened?" and then I remember Yashu was here and that we had a whole lot of wine. I did not know if my head hurt from him hitting me or if it was a hangover from the wine. Then there was that pounding at the door again.

Through the door came a gruff male voice saying, "Kitty, the Prince has sent me to come for you."

I told him that I would be there shortly and explained that I needed to dress first. I quickly splashed some water on my face and set about getting dressed. I put on a simple white dress and the sandals I had worn the night before. I left my quarters and followed the guard down the hall. It was only a few doors down and the guard opened the door for me. I entered a large waiting room that was connected to the Prince's office. I was led inside and there I found Prince Vortak, Lord Tausin, Yashu, and his three friends. I looked around at all of them and wondered what was going on.

Prince Vortak spoke up and stated that Yashu and Vatch are filing charges against me and stated that I had attacked them physically. To this my jaw just dropped, as I looked Yashu in the eye.

Lord Tausin spoke up and asked me what had happened to my eye.

I explained that Yashu had hit me.

Yashu spoke up and said that he hit me when I tried to bite him.

Vatch joined the conversation and stated that I tried to break his arm.

To which I retorted that had I wanted to break his arm, his arm would indeed be broken.

The Prince had heard enough and commanded silence. He looked at me and asked me to explain my side of the story as he had already heard from Yashu, Vatch and their friends.

I described the events of the evening to Prince Vortak starting off with Yashu and I having made a date to meet at the bathhouse which he showed up very late for. I told the Prince that when Yashu did not show up I joined Teela and Lord Tausin in the bath.

Lord Tausin chimed in and confirmed that this was true and that he had a reason to suspect that something was not right with Yashu when he finally did arrive, as he was acting suspicious.

Prince Vortak looked and me and told me to continue.

I went on about how I was escorted upstairs and how my date for the evening was upset that I would not parade around naked as he requested and that I demanded that if he wanted me to remove my dress, he needed to remove his tunic.

Prince Vortek and Lord Tausin busted out laughing at this, which brought some discomfort to Yashu and his friends.

I continued that a few of Yashu's friends began insulting me once I did disrobe, and at that point I decided to leave. I went on to detail that as I got dressed Vatch grabbed my arm and prevented me from leaving. I asked Prince Vortak if he would like me to demonstrate on Vatch the nerve bundle I put pressure on to get him to release his hold?

As I talked about how I freed myself to the Prince, Vatch hid his still injured wrist behind his back and commented that he was still in great pain from my attack upon him.

Again, Prince Vortak and Lord Tausin bust out laughing and it was hard for me to keep from doing the same.

Once he composed himself, Prince Vortak commanded me to continue and get to the part where I supposedly attacked Yashu.

I continued with my story and explained that I had invited Yashu back to my room even though he had been rude to me. I never thought he would show up but I was surprised when he did, and as a peace offering he had with him a jug of wine. I let the Prince know bits and pieces of our conversation and how things turned romantic after the wine was gone.

Yashu interrupted and blurted out, "That is when she attacked me!"

I continued to recount my side of the story. I explained to the Prince that where I come from, my kind is very oral. I explained about kissing, nibbling, and even about love and monkey bights. At this point everyone but Yashu was paying close attention to see where this story was going. I described how I began nibbling on Yashu's ear and neck and explained that this was normal.

Lord Tausin interrupted and asked how Yashu got the scratches on his chest.

I mentioned that the scratches were also part of love making and that the marks I left usually disappear in an hour or so as my finger nails are not so sharp or long as to inflict serious injury. I explained that the bite marks that I had made usually disappear shortly as well.

Vatch was getting a little disturbed by my testimony and he nudged Yashu and challenged him to tell Prince Vortak how I tried to bite off his winhozer.

"His what?" I giggled.

With that once again the Prince and Lord were laughing and Yashu's face turned deep red.

Vatch looked at me and grabbed his crotch and said, "You know, his winhozer!"

I took that to mean his penis but being that he was using a form of gutter slang the UT did not understand the term.

The Prince did his best face palm and said, "Continue Kitty."

I continued with my story with a brief description of oral sex as known in my culture, and let both the Prince and Lord know that women who excel at oral sex are valued highly by their owners. I explained that all I was trying to do was to please my partner by going down on him. A term that required even more of an explanation. That was all I had to say on the matter.

Prince Vortak turned to Lord Tausin and instructed him to, "Get these two winhozers out of here", and that he would talk to me alone. As the group was leaving the Prince addressed Lord Tausin again, this time he told him to lock Yashu and Vatch up for the next ten days for assaulting me.

When everyone was gone, the Prince locked his office door and asked me to show him just exactly what I was trying to do to Yashu.

I am sure that at this moment I had a grin on my face as wide as the cat that was about to swallow the canary as I looked over my soon to be Princely meal. I did not know the Prince all that well and as I thought about all that had happened I was a little hesitant to make a move on His Royal Highness until he spoke up and told me to forget about rank and position as there is none of that in this room right now.

I nodded and smiled to my employer, and as I slid my sandals from my feet I began to wonder what the sexual harassment policy was in Kreet. I moved slowly toward the Prince as if stalking my prey. I closed the distance between us slowly and as I got closer the Prince leaned back and rested his butt against a sturdy wooden table in the center of the room. 

The Prince was a tall man, perhaps in his middle to late forties. His hair was long and hanging down just a bit beyond his shoulders. His age was beginning to show in grey stands of hair that were invading his golden locks. He was much taller than me and I had to reach up to undo the first few buttons on his shirt. I worked my fingers down the front of his shirt and once all the buttons were open I pushed the garment off his strong shoulders and was thankful when he helped by pulling his arms out one at a time. I neatly folded his shirt carefully and placed it on a chair a few feet away from the table. As I came close to him he reached down and gripped the hem of my dress and lifted it off over my head. We both stood still and silent for a few seconds. I am not sure what he was thinking as he looked me over but I knew what I was thinking as my eyes were fixed on his muscular chest. 

I looked up at him and licked my lips, making sure that he observed me. I moved in closer and pressed my slender body against his as I moved my lips to his neck. I felt my small firm breasts press against his torso, a slight tingle coursed through me as I felt the warmth of his skin against my hardening brown nipples. Unlike Yashu, the Prince did not pull away as I nibbled on his neck. He stood steady as my lips kissed their way down across his shoulder. I did my best to keep pressed in tight against him so that every movement I made caused my breasts and nipples to massage his torso. I knew that I was having a positive affect on him when a soft gasp escaped his lips as my lips surrounded his firm pink nipple and sucked softly on it.

I could feel his trousers beginning to tent outwards as he began to grow. My lips kept his nipple trapped and as I sucked harder, I allowed my teeth to close and scrape softly over his skin, which brought another sigh of pleasure. There was no fear in this man as I had experienced the night before with Yashu. 

The Prince wrapped one of his powerful arms around my upper back and hugged me, his other hand went to the back of my head and gave me an approving pull which held my lips firmly to his nipple. This was the encouragement I was waiting for, because after my failure with Yashu, I was beginning to doubt my skills for a while. I let my teeth dig in a little more as I sucked harder. In my mind I could see the Prince with a nice Kitty sized love bite around his left nipple.

Even with him holding my head I broke my mouth free and continued sucking and biting my way softly across his hairless chest to do the same to the other nipple. I was rewarded by my Prince grinding his lower half against my bare tummy. This was my cue to move lower. With his hand on my head I gave his nipple one more little nibble before sliding my mouth down his tummy. His abs were solid and I licked and caressed my way down his torso. He pulled back his hand and his arm from around me and let me go as I sunk down to my knees before him. His hands moved to the edge of the table to steady himself as my hands went about unbuttoning his rough brown trousers.

I pushed his trousers down to his ankles and got my first look at his lovely equipment. I reached out and wrapped my hand around its base, then wrapped the other around him above my first hand. My fingers circled him and just came to touch as I held on. I looked up and smiled at him as I moved my lips to suck in the two inches that remained free above my two clasping hands.

As I held him in my mouth I let my tongue circle around the blunt tip and caress the tiny hole, which caused my Prince to emit a pleasurable sigh. I removed my top hand and held on to the base of his member as I slid my mouth down slowly. I knew there was no way that I was going to get him fully in my mouth but that did not stop me from trying. I made slow and soft movements as I would take in an inch or so then withdraw. Each time I moved down father until my lips were touching the hand that was clasping the base of his member.

I could see his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the table and I thought I felt a tremor through his shaft in my mouth as he shifted his stance. Now that I had him all wet and I was comfortable with his size I began to move up and down his shaft with my mouth. Slowly at first, then picking up speed. I worked my tongue over the thickly veined and ridged underside, caressing his skin and keeping him nice and wet. The faster I moved the more often soft little slurping sounds escaped from my mouth as they were wrapped around his thick pole. After a minute or so I got into a steady rhythm, which he soon joined by moving his hips in time with my mouth. From time to time we would get out of synch and the tip of his shaft would bump against the back of my throat causing a soft gulping sound to emit from me.

It did not take long once I got up to speed for his member to start pulsing in my mouth. I could feel the tell tale muscle contractions that told me that my Prince was close to exploding. The men of this plant are conditioned to pull out of their women when they came to avoid creating a bastard child, and even though this was oral sex, the conditioning in the men here is very strong. As the tremors grew in intensity he tried to pull out of my mouth, but there was no way I was going to let that happen. My eyes looked up at him as he tried to escape my lips and for a second his movements stopped. I wrapped my free arm around him to hold myself in place and trap his manhood right where I wanted it. I think he got the message as his struggles stopped and I began moving up and down on his rod freely again.

Several more times up and down his length and I was rewarded with the first powerful jet of thick sweet cum. The first thick jet impacted against the back of my throat, which was open and ready to swallow. As the second jet was expelled from the tip he moved his hands to grip the side of my head and started pumping furiously in and out of me. Each time he pushed into my mouth a he shot another thick wad of cum into my mouth. The cream was coming so fast that I was endanger of allowing a portion of my reward to leak from my mouth. I did my best to swallow and was having trouble keeping up, and I was so thankful when he had finally made his last thrust and deposited the last few drops on my tongue.

Several quick swallows and my little mouth were free of his gift, but I did not stop moving my mouth up and down on him. I could tell that he was a bit tender after all this as each time my tongue or lips slid up or down, his meat would jump inside my mouth, but I kept going. I made sure that I cleaned him thoroughly before I let his member slide from my mouth. I still was not done cleaning up even though I had not missed a drop. I kept my big brown eyes locked on his as I slowly licked my way up and down his shaft. This was more teasing than anything else but he let me continue. I enjoyed the way his large shaft twitched each time my tongue passed over certain sensitive areas.

A few minutes later my Prince was reaching down with one hand and helping me to my feet. As I stood facing him I smiled and licked my lips.

So this is how it is done in your country Kitty he asked.

This is just foreplay my Prince, I am not done yet I replied.

I put the palm of my hand against his bare chest and pushed backwards. Not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to send the message that I wanted him to lie on the table. At first there was a little resistance until he figured out what was going on. He settled down onto his back with his knees bent over the table's edge. I bent over his legs, my breasts pressing against his thighs as I looked at his manhood which was still firm but would need a little bit of coaxing to get it back up to its full size. I used my hands to push his legs apart and slid in between them. My hand wrapped around his base again as my lips slid down slowly. His eyes closed as he expressed his pleasure with a soft sigh. I adjusted my position and continued. My lips moved up and down slowly this time and as I moved I could feel him trying to trust upward to get more of himself in my mouth. I was not trying to make him cum this time so I matched my movements with his and kept in control until I got him fully hard and wet.

I emphasize the "wet" part because this man was no where near Kitty size and was much larger than what I had experienced before and even thought my little kitty was soaked and almost to the point of dripping, he was going to be a challenge for sure. I knew that with him on his back and me on top I would have some control at which would allow me to adjust to his size. I climbed up on the table with my Prince and straddled him. He looked up and I think he knew what was coming next as my hand gripped his manhood and rubbed the thick blunt end between my tiny lips.

We both let out a soft gasp as my little kitty transferred its moisture to the tip of his member. He lifted his head and watched my every movement, and I made sure that I put on a good show as I moved my hips slowly in time with my moving hand to massage my lips and sensitive little bud with the tip of his rock hard shaft. It was difficult at first to get him inside me being as tight and small as I am, and he being so thick. The end of his shaft was thick and blunt and did not come to soft rounded point like the males that I had learned about at the academy. I tried using my hand to work him in slowly and had to resist when he grabbed on to my hips and tried to shove me down. I knew he was growing impatient so finally I just relaxed my leg muscles and let gravity do the job for me. 




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 22



It was a bit painful at first as I slid down the first inch or so. I pulled myself up but left the blunted tip inside then slid down again. My moisture began to transfer to his member and I was able to slide down a little farther. He supported me now with his hands as he understood my dilemma and allowed me to work out the issue myself. I moved myself up and down slowly, taking in more of him each time until I had as much inside me as I was going to take. My little tunnel was filled and yet there were about two or three more inches to go. I was satisfied with what I had accomplished and with his supporting hands I sat upright and started using my leg muscles to ride up and down his pole.

My Gods you are tight he said as I began to pick up speed.

I smiled down at him as I moved a little faster. He began to start rolling his hips and moving up as I went down which caused him to bottom out inside me several times. I winced with each impact but tried not to let him know that he was causing me discomfort. I knew what to expect and I adjusted my position and my movements accordingly until we were both moving hard and fast in unison. My small firm breasts were bouncing about wildly and the sound wet flesh striking wet flesh echoed off the walls of the great room. My body began to shudder as I impaled myself on his thrusting shaft over and over until my body became a spasimg mess. I could no longer hold myself upright and keep myself from plunging down hard and the last few inches of his manhood. I collapsed forward and lay upon his chest, and it was at this point that he took over and began thrusting and hard and as fast up into me as I lay on top of him.

I tried my best to push down and meet his upward thrusts by my knees were slipping in the puddle of wetness that my little kitty had created and rained down upon his manhood, seed sack, and upper thighs. I was panting hard and fast and moaning loudly as I was impaled over and over by my Prince. In an effort to stem my vocalization I locked my lips around my Prince's nipple and sucked hard. I sunk my teeth into the soft white flesh around the pink areola and bit him as I sucked. As I sucked harder and flicked my tongue over the trapped nipple my Prince let out a loud grunt, his hands gripped my small firm butt and he thrust up hard and fast, spearing me with the last few inches of his manhood. I came again immediately and as I convulsed around his invading monster, I felt him twitching inside me as the first hot jet of his seed flooded my insides. 

He thrust a few more times then realized what he had done, he had cum inside me and tried to pull out, but I was still trembling through my orgasm and even through he stopped, I did not. I pushed myself back up to my knees and continued to ride him for a few more minutes. I squeezed myself around him and tried to milk out the last few drops of his seed. He was looking up at me sadly, knowing that what he had done was wrong in his culture. I looked into his eyes as the last wave of my own orgasm passed through my trembling body. I collapsed onto his chest, his arms circled around me as he whispered the words, "I am so sorry Kitty."

I lay there on top of him for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of his manhood still twitching inside me, and our combined juices leaking out as his girth decreased. The morning air still had a chill about it but you could not tell by the thin film of perspiration that my chest was sliding over each time we breathed. I suddenly realized why my Prince was apologizing to me. I composed myself and pushed myself up with my arms and looked this handsome man in the face and smiled. I got my knees under me and looked down at the mess that I had made on my Prince. As I looked back into his eyes I could see he was still troubled. I slipped off the table and wrapped my hand around his flagging member. As I stroked him softly I explained that I was born to be a courtesan or concubine to my Emperor and his son. 

I could see the look on his face change and this puzzled him. I went on to explain that my giving becoming pregnant and giving birth would cause serious complications for those that I was trained to service. The healers that worked for the Emperor altered my body so that I cannot now or ever be with child. It is physically impossible I emphasized as I took his softening manhood into my mouth once more.

I savored the combination of flavors that we had created on his shaft as my tongue played its way to the base as my mouth engulfed his entire rod. My eyes remained locked on his and I could now see that he was relieved by my words and that he was once again enjoying my ministrations. 

I took him in and out of my mouth again as I sucked and nibbled my way down to his balls. My tongue flicked over and around both orbs and they moved, as my tongue tasted them. As I licked around his balls and the base of his shaft, my hand stroked up and down its length and I could feel him once again getting hard from my touch.

You're not done yet he challenged?

Hearing his words I lifted my head up, looked him in the eyes and said that Kitty was still hungry!

I smiled at him then playfully stuck my tongue out at him before opening my mouth and sliding it back down on his member, which was once again almost fully hard. I started moving my mouth up and down his shaft and soon felt his hands in my hair again, and then just as I started to move faster I felt him twitch in my mouth. I felt a sudden tug on my hair as my mouth was pulled off that wonderful piece of meat I had been sucking on.

It's my turn he said as he started to sit up. He gently pushed me off of him and I slipped my feet to the floor as I slid off the table. He slid off the table and almost lost his balance when his butt slid off the table's edge from the puddle I had created under him. He kept his hand in my hair and gently turned me around to face the table. He took up a position behind me and slapped my butt with his free hand, and then it came... like thunder the word boomed in my ears as I heard the words, boratcha!

Now we do things my way he said as he pushed my head down toward the table. My hair had fallen into my face and as it hung down the long strands were acting as a mop as my face was lowered from his pushing. He kept one hand in my hair as he used the other to slip his manhood between my legs. It was much easier for him to get inside this time as my little cave had already been stretched thoroughly by his long thick tool. Once he was in position it took just one mighty thrust for him to force about half of his length into me. He pulled back and pushed in again, and this thrust pushed my hips and upper thighs in against the table as I did my best to keep from taking his entire length painfully inside me.

My hands gripped the edge of the table as I steadied myself for what I knew was coming. My Prince pulled back far enough that only the blunted tip was inside then rammed forward fast and hard spearing me fully with his shaft. I moaned hard and loud as he bottomed out inside me and slammed my hips into the table again. I moved my hand behind me and made contact with his hip and tried to push him back as he held himself painfully inside me, but nothing came of that as he reared back and slammed in again.

My hand against him was like a noodle trying to hold back a charging elephant as once again he pulled out and roughly pushed in fully. There was nothing I could do other than take what was coming my way. He laughed loudly when he thrust in again and I tried once again to unsuccessfully hold him back with my hand. He let go of my hair then grabbed my arm, then reached for my other arm and secured it in his grasp. He held both of my arms back behind me as he pulled his hips back and sent his meat crashing deep inside me once again. I heard the loud slap of flesh against flesh as he did his best to send himself deeper inside me than he had before. 

He held my wrists and held himself deep inside me, and I did my best to adjust my position against the table but I was trapped between his hips and the hard wood edge. He pulled back and thrust in again and again, pulling back on my arms with each thrust. He started moving faster but not as hard or as deep, and soon he developed a good rhythm that I was able to match and push back. Even the times he drove in deep were not so bad as I felt that somehow my insides were adjusting to him.

Eventually as he began to move even faster and my orgasm began, he released my arms, which caused me to slump unexpectedly onto the table and land face first in the puddle that he and I had created there earlier. His hands gripped my slender hips and his speed and depth increased. With each push his efforts was greeted by a yelp followed by a moan of pleasure. I felt my own wetness cascading down the inside of my thighs as my orgasm hit its explosive peek.

I believe that through out the day and due to the attention that I had paid to his manhood that it had become desensitized and when he should have exploded deep inside me, he did not and was able to keep slamming deep inside me over and over again. For a man in his forties he had the stamina of an eighteen year old and continued to pump me mercilessly through three more orgasms. My little kitty was being rubbed raw from the inside but continued to pump more and more of my wetness over his thrusting shaft. The puddle on the floor had grown in size so that my feet were slipping on the stone floor as I tried to balance myself on wobbly knees.

I was panting so hard as I came again and again that I was close to hyperventilating, and it was then that I felt my Prince began to thrust even harder and faster, but now his member was beginning to twitch inside me. His grunts grew louder and more intense and he punished my insides with his huge tool, he pulled out as he had been conditioned to do by his culture. 

As he stepped back and let go of my hips, my trembling knees could not support me and I tumbled down to the floor on my knees facing the table. I knew my Prince was about to cum and I willed myself to move. I turned on my knees to face him, then took his shaft in my hand and guided the blunt tip into my open mouth. The first spurt erupted before I could get my mouth closed. The thick sweet jet of cum impacted against the room of my mouth and splashed out over my lower lip then dribbled down to land on my right breast. The second did the same but I was able to close my mouth and less of his seed escaped this time, but the volume was enough that the two globs coated one breast and slid down the valley between both of my firm mango sized orbs.

I closed my mouth around him and sucked softly as he rocked his hips and moved himself inside my mouth. His spray was not what it was the first few times he came in my mouth but there was still a lot of power there and still as much volume, and once again it was hard to get him all down my throat. The task was made that much more difficult as the tip impacted against the back of my throat from time to time.

This time as he emptied himself into me, his manhood did not recover to my lips and tongue. Even though I was panting hard, I wrapped my arm around my Prince and held on tightly to keep myself up on my knees. I did the best I could with my mouth and tongue to clean him off. I had truly drained my Prince, and when I was satisfied that he was clean, I let his shaft fall from my tired mouth I relaxed as I slumped to the floor, still panting hard for breath. Prince Vortak slumped down in a chair next to the table, he was gasping for air as well. As I looked up at him he smiled at me. I licked my lips and smiled back and tried to push my severely cum-matted hair back off my face but it kept falling down and sticking to my cheeks and forehead.

I gave up on my hair then slipped down to the floor on all fours, smiling and eyeing my Prince as I stalked toward him. I placed my hands on his knees and pulled myself up so that my breasts were lightly massaging the tops of his thighs. I looked down at his wilted manhood then looked up into his yes and teased, "Kitty wants to play!"



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 23



Memoirs of Kitty Siam – General Failure.

I did my best to entice my Prince to play some more but unfortunately I had worn out the majestic Royal penis. I have to confess that I too was a bit worn too but not out of the game. I was tempted to ask if I could borrow a whip so I could go down to the dungeon to play naughty jailer with Yashu and the other prisoners but I assumed that such a request would be in poor taste after spending the morning sweating up the Prince and leaving Kitty stains on the Prince's fine meeting table.

I climbed up on the Prince's lap and I was just about to wiggle my little butt in and get comfy when there was a knock at the door and a male voice calling for the Prince. The Prince had scheduled a meeting with his senior staff and was not keeping track of the time while the needy little Kitty distracted him. 

Prince Vartak instructed his scribe that he would be running a little late as we both scrambled to get our clothing on and make our selves presentable. He apologized to me for having to usher me out the back door of his quarters and I understood that an unkempt Kitty doing the medieval walk of shame through his waiting room with his scribes and such assembled there would not be a proper thing to do. As I was hurriedly fixing my hair and adjusting my dress, the Prince told me that he had never in his forty-seven years had such a wonderful time with a woman. What he said next really shocked me. Him being the Prince and all could have commanded my presence to do it all over again any time he wanted, but with a slight tremble in his voice he asked if I would accompany him to dinner this evening as he had a late meeting with several of the Lords. He assured me that this was a social even and that I would be his date for the evening, not his bodyguard.

I told him that I would be honored to accompany him as his guest but I would look after his sexy Princely body also.

That brought a chuckle from him as we both parted. I was surprised when he hugged me softly and bid me well. As I left he instructed me to get some rest and that we would talk more before dinner.

I agreed and left though the back door as the Prince had asked. As I made my way down the hallway to my room I could not help but wonder who was going to clean up the Kitty tracks on the table and hoped that the Prince would not be serving his guests lunch there without a thorough scrubbing.

When I got back to my quarters I found Teela sitting on my bed, her back propped up by my pillows squashed up against the headboard. As I closed the door I heard her playful words, "Good morning slut!"

I guess she too recognized the walk of shame or perhaps Lord Tausin had told her what was going on. It really did not matter as we both broke out laughing immediately, though my cheeks did tinge a slight pink. I was about to start washing up from the water keg that had been supplied but Teela suggested that we both go the private bath a few floors below us. She assured me that there would be no drama there as the room was only available to honored guests and those living full time in this wing. 

I nodded and collected up a few things then followed her out the door. Along the way we spoke generally as to what had happened the previous night as she was worried that I had left without letting her know where I was going to or why.

I explained the whole story to her about Yashu and told her that I had no clue as to what was going on with all that drama.

She just explained that it was Royal Court politics as usual. She said that Lord Tosk's brother was in line for the Lordship that was granted to Lord Tausin, which would have also meant a promotion for Yashu. The whole evening was designed to make me look bad in public, but instead it made Yashu look like the fool he is when I would not take the bait and left. She said that his filing formal charges against me was a last ditch effort for him to save face in front of his peers.

We changed topics once we reached the door to the bath. We entered and were greeted by the young female attendant on duty. The bath that we had entered was female only, the male bath was next door and there was a small common area where male and female could bathe together in the middle. We were given towels and escorted to an area away from the few other women that were there. They were older women and I assumed that they were here with the other visiting Lords. I asked who they were and Teela did not know, but she did recognize one of them that had been traveling with Lady Matta. My curiosity began to rise when I noticed that she was not wearing a collar, but I decided against asking Teela about her.

We tipped the attendant as Teela indicated that this was the proper thing to do before we stripped down and settled into the water of a small pool set aside on our end of the room for washing. We made use of the soap that the attendant left for us and like we usually did, we washed each other head to toe paying very special attention to our hair. I think I turned a deep shade of red when her hand moved between my legs to wash my bald little well used kitty. She said we have to get this really clean after a hard morning of play.

I cautioned her that more play of that sort was still needed which caused her to giggle and playfully rub a little harder. I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out at her and that is when she dumped a bucket of rinse water over my head. I guess the two of us acting like two typical teens got the attention of the older women at the other end of the room since they all turned their heads and stared at us for a few minutes. I could see their lips moving as they looked in our direction, but I could not hear what they were saying even with my finely tuned feline hearing.

We rinsed each other off then moved to the soaking pool, which was the same pool that the older ladies were in. Teela and I began talking about the morning's events, though I did not go into detail about being boratchaed by the Prince. I told Teela that the Prince had asked me to dinner with him this evening and explained the invitation as best I could, though I was not sure myself what to expect.

Teela suggested that I dress conservatively in one of the white dresses like she and I had worn before but said that I should pick out my best white dress. She offered to lend me one if I did not have a really good one to wear but warned that it would probably look like a tent on me given our size difference. With that said she playfully arched her back and stuck out her much larger breasts to tease me.

I assured her that I had something special that I could wear, though it was not made of the same materiel that I had seen the other girls wearing.

She nodded and gave me the run down on how to behave in the presence of the Lords and Ladies as there would probably be a few of those at dinner Teela assumed.

I had been trained on how to deal with heads of corporations and heads of state, as part of my duties with Mister Drax would have been transporting them to and from meetings with my owner. I let her know that I would be on my best behavior and that I would try really hard not to kill any of them.

Teela bust out laughing which brought a snort from one of the older ladies at the end of the pool, and when we turned in the direction of the snort, they were all glaring at us.

After an hour or so we had had enough soaking in the warm water. We exited the pool and dried each other off, and once again the older ladies were looking at us. I was tempted to tell them that they had better get out of the water before they pruned up, but I think some of them were pruned by age already. I was nice instead of catty, I smiled to them and waved as we exited the bath and returned to my room.

The two of us prattled on as we made our way back to my room. Teela came in for a while and we continued to discuss the news of the day. The first of the new bows that Lord Tausin was having made were delivered and he had made a gift of the first one to Teela. She was so happy with the gift and went on and on about the two of us going hunting together. We had been honing her archery skills in the privacy of his garden whenever we could find time. We were trading some of our skills with each other; she was teaching me to ride a horse and I was teaching her how to use the bow. We were both getting good at our newly acquired skills and were beginning to combine them, and just like the ancient Hun and Mongols of Earth we could ride and shoot at the same time. Ok, neither of us were Genghis Khan or Attila The Hun, but we could hit a human sized target nailed to a tree at a moderate gallop seven out of ten tries.

Teela was anxious to try out her new bow in the garden, and this is when we parted ways for the afternoon. We hugged as she left and once she was on her way down the hall I went to the mirror and started playing with the wardrobe bracelet to try and come up with the perfect look for this evening. I went through countless combinations and finally found the right look for the evening. Since it was still early I thought I would take a little nap after the workout I had with the Prince in the morning. I saved my outfit and accessory selection then removed it. Once naked I changed into feline form and pounced on the bed and curled up into a big black ball of fur. I do not know why but I found that I slept better this way than I did when I was in human form. Perhaps it was because in feline form I had my own set of built in weapons in case I was disturbed in my sleep.

I awoke to the sound of a female voice and a loud thumping coming through my door. My instincts were to callout, "one minute please", but all that came out was a loud growl. I quickly realized what I had done and changed back into human form. I was about to try that again but from the sounds of running feet in the hallway, it appeared that my visitor had fled. 

I sat on the bed and began running a brush though my hair in preparation for the Prince. As I focused on my hair my mind went over all the possibilities for the evening, the door burst open and in rushed two of the castle guards with their swords drawn. I dropped my brush and stood up naked then assumed a stance in preparation to defend myself. Behind the guards I could see the head of one of the Prince's assistants popping up behind the big burly men.

Once I realized that they meant me no harm I quickly wrapped a towel around me as they stuttered and stammered through and apology. The Prince's assistant apologized as well and confessed that the mistake was hers in that she thought she had heard a wild animal inside my room.

My mind went into overdrive trying to come back with a quick response to explain the noise she heard, and I giggled to myself when I realized that she would never believe that the noise was just a really loud fart coming from Teela's room next door. I decided to play dumb and tell the trio that I was napping and did not hear a thing. The guards asked if they could check out the other two rooms of my quarters and I nodded and stepped out of the way so that they could do their job.

The guards made a quick sweep of my quarters then confirmed what I knew that they would find... absolutely nothing. They thanked me for letting them search and apologized for the bother that they had caused me.

I thanked them for looking after me as they left. The Prince's assistant stayed for a few minutes and said that the Prince was running late and would call for me in about an hour and that I should be ready. She suggested that I wear my best white dress for the evening.

I told her that I would be ready, thanked her for her suggestion, then went back to fixing my hair as she left and closed the door.

Using the wardrobe bracelet I conjured up a off white silk sleeveless Chinese Cheongsam style dress with a narrow one inch Mandarin collar, the Velcro closure well hidden along a soft fold running between the neck and across the top of the right shoulder giving the dress a look that would leave the people of this culture wondering how I was able to put it on. The dress was ankle length but slit modestly up the right side to my upper thigh. There was enough wrap around to give it a conservative look for the occasion, but would show just enough leg as I walked to keep the men looking for more. As I looked at myself in the full length mirror, I noticed that the contrast between the white silk and my honey colored skin made the look all that more exotic. 

I chose a comfortable pushup bra and panty set that matched my skin tone that was made of a high tech blended fabric that would show no lines and would give no sign that I was wearing anything under my thin silk dress. Another look in the mirror confirmed that my small firm mango sized breasts looked more like ripe oranges with the assistance of my undergarment created by modern science.

I did not totally leave my weapons at home as I braided my long black hair then wrapped it up in a tight spiral at the back of my head then secured it to the back of two metal throwing spikes with foot long decorative matching off white silk ribbons that hung down past my shoulder to the middle of my back. As for my shoes, I chose a pair of off white leather sandals with four inch spiked heels. I was concerned about the height of the heels and the prospects of having to walk on the rough coble stone streets, but I figured that I would be with the Prince and I doubted that we would be walking to our destination.

For the first time since I had been on this planet I was able to fix my face properly, not that I wore much makeup before I got here either. I did not over do it, just a thin base, a little power, a touch of eye shadow and eye liner and I was done. I topped my outfit off with a thin silk and lace shawl, then changed the color of the wardrobe bracelet to off white to match my outfit and was ready to go when heard a knock at the door.

When I opened the door, there was the Prince in the hallway with his four guards on loan to his security detail from Lord Tausin. The Prince stood there in silence for a few seconds as he looked me over, and for an instant there I thought that his jaw was going to drop and he was going to start drooling. His hand reached out and brushed against my cheek softly, then his fingertips lightly traveled down my long neck and ran over the top of my soft silk clad shoulder. The whole time his blue eyes were locked on mine. I fought back the urge to blush as he complimented me on my beauty, then went on to tell me how he was amazed at my transformation from assassin to a beautiful goddess. I lost it then and I could feel my face heating up and was thankful that the light coating of makeup that I wore would hide the change in the color of my cheeks.

I thanked him for his kind words and then the Prince offered me his arm as a gentleman would. I hooked my arm around his and down the hall we went. We made small talk about our morning activities, and about how he saw the evening progressing. We were to have dinner at the summer estate of Lord Litch. After dinner the men would leave for their meeting, and that the topic of the meeting tonight was the defense of Kreet.

The Prince went on to say that after dinner was finished, there would be a special guest there that he wanted me to talk to. He was aware that I had made a request earlier through Lord Tausin to speak with someone that knew of the invaders from the South. Prince Vortak had made arrangements for me to spend the rest of the evening with Ambassador Smett from Na'Tal.

I thanked him for inviting me to dinner and for setting up the meeting. I teased him respectfully for saving me from an evening of Royal Court gossip, which brought a deep laugh from my Prince.

As expected when we got to the estate of Lord Litch the men came to attention at the entrance of the Prince and we walked the receiving line of Lords and Ladies. The Lords did their best not to let their Ladies noticed how much they were checking out the Prince's date, but the Ladies let me know that they knew by the graceful scowls that they shot my way when they knew that their Lords were not looking. Oh how I wanted to just reach out and slap the face of the meanest looking woman there just to send a message. Of course I did not do that and was on my best behavior. 

We passed through the greeting line that was arranged by rank and privilege within the Royal Court and at the end of the line was an old man perhaps in his middle to late sixties wearing an old faded uniform that had seen better days. Across his chest was a golden colored sash with a four inch gold star holding the two ends of the sash together as it looped over his back. I would find out later that the sash was what designated this man as an ambassador. He took my hand and kissed it softly as Prince Vortak introduced him as Ambassador Smett.

I expressed my pleasure to meet him and told him that I look forward to talking to him later, he smiled at me but it was a guarded smile.

He said it would be his pleasure to speak with me, but cautioned me that what I hear from him might not bring me much comfort or solace, and that perhaps at my tender age I should not worry myself with the tales that he was prepared to tell.

I told him that I understood but still welcomed the opportunity to speak with him about such urgent matters.

He gave me an honest unguarded smile of pleasure this time and kissed my hand again.

Dinner went well, though there was not much of the conversation that I could join in on. After a while the Ladies started to warm up to me and we began discussing my dress and there were many comments made about the contrast between my silk and their linen dresses. Though their dresses were muted in color like the ones that Teela and I had seen in the shops, the quality of their dresses was much higher. I explained how silk was made and most of the ladies at one time or another touched the silk to see how soft it really was. I did not know if I made any friends at the dinner table, but I knew that I did not make any enemies either, so I chalked up dinner as a win for me.

After dinner the men took their drinks and went into the Great Room, and the women retired to another smaller room down the hall from the men. Before he left the Prince took me by the arm and escorted me to Ambassador Smett and asked him to look after his lovely lady for a few hours.

The Ambassador said that he would take good care of me and educate me well.

Prince Vortak winked at me and cautioned me to keep my clothes on as he turned smartly and walked off to his meeting. 

The Ambassador laughed and offered me his arm and said that even in his younger days he would have sold his soul for a night with an exotic beauty such as myself.

I smiled to my Prince, thanked the Ambassador for his kind words, then took the Ambassador's offered arm and let him escort me to a small library down the hall and near the room where the Ladies had gathered. 

The Ambassador closed the door and locked it behind us, and then he escorted me to a sofa in the center of the room and offered me a seat. I sat first, and then he joined me. He poured two cups of wine from a jug left on the end table and offered one of them to me. I accepted and we drank a toast to new friendships, and then we got down to business.

He began by reintroducing himself as General Smett, and informed me that he was the former General of the Army of Na'Tal, and that due to his failures in battle against the army of the Ishtan; he was removed from his command and sent to Kreet as an ambassador.

It was unfortunate that the battles were lost under his command I said and then I asked him to tell me about the enemy.

The enemy was the Ishtan he said and that from what he could tell that they were a race bred for battle. The Ishtan army is made up of men and women, and the women are just as vicious and blood thirsty as the men when it come to battle. The men and women of the Ishtan army towered over the men under his command by six inches or more and appeared to be solid muscle.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 23



I asked him about the conditioning of the enemy troops compared to his and his following words confirmed my suspicions after I had observed the Kreetin army marching south.

Sadly General Smett lamented that the army of Na'Tal is similar in make up to the army of Kreet. They are mostly ceremonial forces made up of lazy conscripts and volunteers that form up several months out of the year to drill and parade about. He warned that they look good marching down the road, but were worthless in battle against the Ishtan.

I wondered out loud as to why they were not better prepared for war if after all they were an army.

The General interrupted my musings and explained that it had been centuries since there was war on this continent and that the army though ceremonial, from time to time would be mobilized in small divisions to chase after bandits and small groups of marauders that would sack a small village or raid a castle. They were nothing near the hardened professional force that had attacked Na'Tal.

As I sipped my wine I turned the conversation to the makeup of the Na'Tal and Kreetin armies and asked about archers, cavalry, or mounted units and how they fared in the fight against the Ishtan.

The General just gave me a confused look that unfortunately gave me the answer that I was looking for. He had no clue about the units that I had just asked him about.

My conversation with the General went on for several ours and he was honest and up front with his answers. He detailed how the Ishtan out numbered his forced by about fifteen to one when they came ashore on the southern most tip of his country. Like a swarm of locusts then moved up from the south looting every village that they came to and putting the villagers to death. He deployed as much of the army as he could assemble and faced them in several major battles but he just did not have the forces needed to turn them back.

The Ishtar slowed their advance once the main corps of the Na'Tal was destroyed. They began securing their conquered territory then advanced slowly to the North. They surrounded the capitol city and laid siege to it for over three months before the King tried to break out with his remaining forces and retreat to the border with Kreet. He was killed in the attempt and his son the Prince surrendered the Kingdom to the Ishtar a few days later. The Ishtan publicly executed the Prince the day after he surrendered.

General Smett cautioned that he has been receiving regular reports on the Ishtan army's occupation of his country. The Ishtan have embarked on a mission of genocide as the civilians are being herded to the North, and those that do not move or evacuate fast enough are put to the sword and left to rot in the streets of fields where they fell. The Ishtan army is now close to the border with Kreet and perhaps has already crossed over, as it had been several days since he has had any news from the area.

I was fascinated and alarmed by all that the General had told me, and I knew that our conversation was at an end when I heard Prince Vortak calling to me from the other side of the locked door. As we stood to leave the General took my hand and kissed it softly and told me how amazed he was that after all this time, it was a beautiful young woman that would come to ask him about the Ishtan when it seemed that no one else cared to hear what he had to say.

As we walked to the door I stopped and kissed his cheek softly and thanked him again for his time and his wisdom and for sharing his experience with me. I promised him that I would do my best to put the information he gave me to good use.

I do not believe that he thought that there was anything that I could do from the defeated look that he had given me as we said our goodbyes before I joined the Prince and the others in the Foyer.

It was late and it was time to leave, we said our farewells and made our way down the line of assembled Lords and Ladies. The Prince and I were the first to leave flanked by his guards. The guards mounted their horses and took up position around our carriage as we made our way back to Grimsod castle.

The Prince had a very sullen look about him after his meeting broke up. I was tempted to ask him what was wrong but thought better of it. Instead I thanked him for setting up the meeting with the Ambassador, and told him that I had learned a great deal from our conversation.

We made general conversation on the ride back to the castle. There was so much that I wanted to say and a few times I brought up the situation in Na'Tal and the Prince squashed every attempt that I made to talk to him about this. He did make me feel more at ease when he finally volunteered that he did not want to discuss this within hearing distance of his driver and guards. 

I nodded in agreement and told him that I understood.

When we arrived back at the castle we went straight to the floor that housed the Prince's quarters and he bid me to join him for a bit before turning in for the night. 

At first I thought that we were going to make another mess on the table and of course I was up for anything but the Prince's mood did not indicate that we would be getting naked with each other tonight.

I followed him to his quarters like an obedient servant. When we entered his quarters he abruptly locked the door behind us shutting out his advisors, scribes and guards. We stopped inside and for an awkward second he looked at me and told me how beautiful I looked tonight, but that in the future he preferred that I wear my hair down when we attend events like this.

I thanked him and agreed to do as he suggested but wanted to state that should I have to defend him, it would be much easier for me to fight without my hair getting in my face. Again I remained silent as his mood did indicate that this argument would go over very well at the moment.

He leaned on the edge of the table that we had stained in the morning. It appeared that the mess had been cleaned up quite well. He caught me looking at the table then pressed his finger to the underside of my chin then lifted my eyes to meet his. My country is about to be invaded by the Ishtan, my Generals and Lords believe that our army can stop them at the border. Kitty, give me your honest opinion from what you have learned tonight.

My Prince, I believe that your army like the army of Na'Tal will be destroyed if they meet the Ishtan on the open field of battle in their current configuration.

His reply to my assessment was a quizzical, "What?"

My Prince, it is clear that army of the Ishtan are better trained and out number the combined armies of Na'Tal and Kreet. The army that you are about to face is a professional well-trained force and they will over run your forces in a conventional infantry battle.

But my Lords and Generals think that we can win he retorted.

I just sadly shook my head, as I looked my Prince in the eye.

What do you know that they do not he challenged.

I have studied the writings of generals and emperors spanning many centuries, and I have studied their battles during my days at Osaka Academy, and what I see shaping up on our southern border is a repeat of General Custer's battle against the Apache at Little Bighorn.

He knew nothing of the reference but asked me about the outcome of the battle.

None of General Custer's men survived the battle, they all perished.

And I am playing the role of General Custer he asked.

Yes My Prince, you are.

He looked at me, his face drawn and I could tell that I had gotten through to him, and then he asked if there was someone from my history that found them selves in a similar situation as he is facing now.

I thought about it for a moment and the first thing that came to mind was the German Army vs. Stalingrad. I knew he did not understand the reference but his eyes brightened for a moment as he thought about my words, and I think he had hope for a positive outcome.

He asked me meet with him in the morning to discuss the battle of Stalingrad with him at first light.

Before we parted for the evening I let my Prince know that I would have a plan for him by morning if I could have Lord Tausin, Teela, a scribe, a mathematician, a senior blacksmith and a senior carpenter meet me in the castle library to work out the details.

I think in his mind he was trying to figure out where I was going with this but would honor my requests. He called for one of his administrators and issued the required orders. He also ordered that his staff assembled outside the castle's library and that I be given whatever I request through out the night.

I just had to ask why all of a sudden there was a great sense of urgency, and the answer I was not expecting.

The Ishtan army he said was moving in force toward our Southern border and it would not be long before crossed into Kreet.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 24



Memoirs of Kitty Siam – Scorched Earth.

Four thousand throats may be cut in one night by a running man – Klingon proverb

It took an hour or so before our team was assembled in the library. At first, most of those commanded by the prince to be there were not sure why they were taken away from their homes and family to be ushered into the great library. I gathered everyone around a large table where I had a group of drawings scattered about. I discussed the drawings with the craftsmen that the Prince had sent to the meeting.

We covered one wall with paper and began making notes, drawing up specifications, working out formulas and equations. We worked on through the night and when we got off track or drawn into heated conversations, Lord Tausin would pull rank and get us back to focusing on the task at hand. Having him involved with the planning was invaluable to me as this was a severely patriarchal society and a few of the men resented being questioned by a woman, and even more had problems thinking of me as an equal even though I knew more about what was going on and what was going to happen than they did.

In the morning the Prince joined us in the library and thanked us all for spending the night working on this project. He dismissed the craftsmen and ushered everyone out of the room but Lord Tausin, Teela, myself and his scribes. The Prince commanded everyone to sit, but as I was starting to take a seat he told me to begin my presentation. The Prince looked particularly glum this morning so I did not waste any time getting back up and moving to the head of the table.

My Prince, I began as described the battle of Stalingrad in detail. I explained how the German army had the city surrounded and had all but won the battle until winter set it. I explained the conversation that I had with Ambassador Smett about the Istan army and the equipment that they had and the clothing that they wore, then likened them to the German army who also did not come prepared for the cold weather. In our conversations during the night I had asked those assembled and was assured that the winters here were long and cold, and perhaps the Ishtan were unaware of that given how lightly they were dressed as if only expecting to fight in warm weather.

Lord Tausin stood up next and took over the meeting. He agreed with me on the weather issue then went on to detail what we had discussed as far as creating new weapons to confront an enemy with superior numbers. He led the group over to the paper-covered wall and had me discuss the designs and calculations we had put up over night.

The Prince interrupted and asked how all of this would break such a superior army.

Lord Tausin spoke up and directed the Prince's attention to a list we had posted on the wall and then turned the meeting back over to me and I started going over our plan step by step.

The first thing I asked the Prince for is for him to issue an order that all crops be immediately harvested and transported North of Grimsod castle, and that all crops that could not be harvested were to be burned. After that was done the fields along the roads to then North should be flooded.

The Prince nodded but asked me to explain why.

I began by telling him of General Sun Tzu and his theory that for every soldier an army has in the field, it needs three more people to keep him supplied with food and such. By harvesting the crops and destroying what was left, we would deny the enemy food and make him work harder to survive in our country.

He then asked about the need to flood the fields.

If we give the invaders dry fields I said, they could all camp together in an area easy to defend should we attack. If we flood the main fields and leave the small fields dry far away from the main roads, that forces our enemy to make smaller encampments that we can raid easier with hit and run tactics. 

I see he said.

Teela took the floor next and the Prince raised an eyebrow that we chose her to address him at this meeting. She went on to describe to the Prince how I had been working with her and teaching her to use a bow and that she had been teaching me how to ride a horse. Both of those skills put together and taught to an army would allow us to counter the greater numbers of the Ishtan

How so the Prince asked.

Teela looked a little caught off guard so I stepped in and fielded the question. I started off by telling him of the Hun and the Mongols and how the had defeated armies of greater numbers by being highly mobile, then went on to tell him that if what Ambassador Smett had told me was correct, the foot soldiers of the Ishtan would be no match for mounted archers. I went back to the concept discussed earlier by forcing the enemy to camp in smaller fields, then stated that mounted archers and calvary could decimate these small encampments easily and be on their way to safety before help could arrive.

Lord Tausin added that these mounted units could strike hard at the flanks and rear of the advancing army, but could harass them day and night while taking little or no casualties in doing so.

What do you need from me the Prince asked.

Teela took the floor again and asked the Prince that he send out a request to the army, the army reserves, and the citizens of Kreet asking for volunteers to staff these units. She suggested that we would need around two thousand men and women to fill these units.

Women? The Prince asked Teela.

I stood up and took this one, and went back to what Ambassador Smeet has said that the advancing army is made up of men and women, and that the woman are as strong and fierce as the men. I added that if we just took men, we would be even more outnumbered and suggested that if women were willing to fight, that we should let them and welcome them.

The Prince nodded and said it will be done, and then he gave the order to his scribes to carry out.

Next I led the group over to the drawings hanging on the wall. I explained to the Prince what a catapult was and pointed out it's parts and the kinds of projectiles that can it can throw. Next we moved to the calculations that his mathematicians had come up with for the ranges of the catapult. We moved down the wall to a map of the castle and a diagram of where the catapults were to be located and referred back to the range calculations. I explained that following these calculations, there would be no guessing as to when we should fire the catapult as the range would be marked on the battlefield by colored boulders. When the advancing army made it to the markings, the commander would give the order to fire so we do not waste ammunition.

Very good the Prince said, then added, so I guess you need me to order these built?

Lord Tausin answered, yes my Prince, then went on to go over the estimate of how long all of these items would take to build. He requested that the army lend soldiers to the craftsmen to assist in their building as this would cut down on the build times and allow the soldiers to become more familiar with these weapons as they were being constructed.

The Prince agreed to give the order for this as well, then asked how long to build the devices.

Two weeks for each Lord Tausin said, possible half that with the army assisting.

Prince Vortak assured us that we would have what we need and said that he would issue a proclamation that any request that Lord Tausin made would be filled quickly and without delay as the defense of the Kingdom as was his primary concern now.

The Prince led us back to the meeting table and commanded us to sit. He asked if there was anything else that we needed.

I was about to stand up to address the Prince when he told me to remain seated.

My Prince I opened with, we discussed this amongst ourselves for several hours until we come to the conclusion that the army at the border should be recalled. This would double our defensive forces here. I cited again the conversation that I had had with Ambassador Smeet and detailed how the Ishtan army with its greater numbers and superior training over ran the army of Na'Tal in the open field. I added that our army would be destroyed, as the army of Na'Tal was if we choose to fight them in the open.

I watched as the blood seemed to drain from the Princes face and he flopped down silently in his chair. He sat quietly for a few minutes while Lord Tausin, Teela and myself looked at each other trying to figure out what had happened. After about five minutes of dead silence the Prince reached into his coat pocket and produced a letter that he had received over night. He stood up, opened the letter and dropped it on the table. 

I picked up the letter as no one else wanted to or was willing to and read it. The date was thirteen days ago, which is about how long it would take a single rider to make the trip from the border. The letter was short, just one simple statement that would change all of our lives...

The Ishtan have crossed the border.
We are greatly out numbered.
We have engaged the enemy
God save the King!



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 25



Memoirs of Kitty Siam – The Southern Front.

It had been a month since the planning session and the meeting with the Prince. The weapons we had planned for were coming in to the castle much faster than we had anticipated. Since the fall of Na'Tal there had been a steady stream of refugees into Kreet and those that had the needed skills or were willing to learn the needed skills were transported to Grimsod Shire and put to work helping with our defense.

There was no shortage of refugees and the ranks of our military and mounted units swelled greatly. Though the Ishtan did cross our border and easily routed the army, it was a preemptive strike. From what the refugees told us, the Ishtan had began a campaign of genocide and were putting to the sword anyone that could be easily identified as not being Ishtan. Being that the Ishtan had dark brown skin, their victims were easily identified and dispatched. They were taking great pains to eliminate any natives of Na'Tal and we began to fear that the same would happen in Kreet should the Ishtan swarm north.

The Kreetin army at the border was destroyed easily and not many of the soldiers made it back alive. The few that had made it as far North to Grimsod castle told the story of how the King had fallen valiantly in battle. Many confirmed that he was mortally wounded but even through wounded he fought until he could do so no longer. Many of the soldiers lost their lives trying to recover the King's body but their soldiers were much larger and more powerful and the King's body was lost to the enemy. Prince Vortak informed me that it was inexcusable that the body of the King was not returned per the code of honor that most civilized nations on this planet had agreed upon. 

Our defense preparations were going well, and the weather was cooperating. When I say that the weather was cooperating, I mean that it was getting terribly cold and on occasion we would have deep snow. Our guess was that the Ishtan would not venture this far north in the winter as they were a tropical people and not prepared for the Kreetin winter. The weather in Na'Tal was a much warmer and without snow as it was rare when the cold weather stretched south beyond the Ya'Tel mountain range that formed a natural boundary between the two countries.

We were thankful for the time that the winter was providing for us and allowed us to increase the size of our army, to train our archers both stationary and mounted, and to construct and deploy more weapons for defense inside the castle. This was bitter sweet though as I had hoped that the Ishtan would find themselves camped outside the castle walls when the temperature dropped below freezing and the first foot of snow fell on them. This changed our plans and forced us to drop the Stalingrad defense model where we would gain the winter weather as an ally. We did however still intend on using the scorched earth tactic to deny them food and shelter in the spring. The fields to the south would not be planted and more of them would be flooded by our people and by the heavy spring rains that would follow the winter.

Also we embarked on a new plan throughout the winter and started littering the fields we did not flood with caltrops. Farmers with wagons loaded with the tiny metal spikes would ride through the fields and shovel these little area denial devices by the thousands from their moving wagons in each field in the hope that when the Ishtan move through the fields to set up camp, their feet would be punctured by the sharp little iron devices.

We did everything we could to prepare for the invasion that would come in the spring. We went out and scouted places to stash arrows and rations so that when our cavalry's harassment of the Ishtan began, we would not have to return to Grimsod Castle to resupply. One of the caves we left our supplies in was about a hundred feet below the cave that I used to call home on the very same cliff. While we were camped out there over night I secretly made my way up the cliff face by winch and retrieved a few of my little gadgets and goodies that I thought might be helpful.

The ranks of our archers were growing and even though it took years on Earth in ancient times to equip and train a corps of archers, we had to do it in much less time and the Kreetin people were quick learners. We found out that the women learned to use the bow quickly and turned out to be better riders than most of the men. I was surprised that for a male dominated society, there were very few problems created by the women taking Lieutenant and Sergeant positions in the cavalry units. 

Once we were sure we were proficient in our archery and riding skills we split our units up and sent them out in small groups of fifty or so. We would head south and cross into Na'Tal to harass the Ishtan. We did our best not to force a major confrontation and we chose our battles well so that we could descend quickly on our enemy dispatch them and leave no survivors to tell others of our existence or our tactics. We would also retrieve our arrows so as to leave the Ishtan guessing as to the type of weapons we were using. 

From time to time we would rescue some of the Na'Tal civilians from the Ishtan death squads when the tactical conditions were favorable. We wore no uniforms, no insignia that could identify us as being from Kreet. I wore my battle suit as always, and the rest of the group adopted black outfits as well. The civilians we rescued told us that there were many rumors about us going around and that the Ishtan army was doing their best to track us down, which was pretty difficult for them to do on foot. They would take civilians captive and torture them for information, though they knew nothing about us. The civilians knew of the kill on site orders and knew they would be killed even if they cooperated.

Throughout the winter our mounted patrols moved deeper into Na'Tal and struck at the main body of the Ishtan army. As the ranks of our mounted archers grew to over a thousand, we set up a forward operating base in Lasee, an abandoned Kreetin town that was destined to be burned to the ground as soon as the Ishtan crossed the border again. We used our new base to raid deep into Na'Tal. Our attacks were mostly made at night, and a few weeks after making camp we crossed the border in force. Teela and I both commanded two brigades with three hundred mounted archers in each. 

We descended on the town of Blotan, which was garrisoned by the Ishtan army. Our first pass through the town we launched flaming arrows into the tents and wooden structures. This forced the soldiers out of their quarters, and in most cases without their weapons. They were either felled with arrows or cut down by swords as we continued to ride through the town. When dawn broke over Blotan, there was not a single dark skinned soldier left alive to tell the tale of what had happened. As we collected up our arrows, we took count of the dead, and the total came to 3,127. We collected up their weapons and tossed them into a near by river, then we insured that every structure was on fire before we mounted up and headed back to Lasee.

It was now four months after our planning session and the ranks of our archers had grown to over two thousand, and half of those archers were trained to ride and had gained experience in battle during our raids into Na'Tal. We were now familiar with the enemy and we knew that they had nothing to counter us. As we patrolled into Na'Tal we observed that more of the Ishtan units were moving closer to the border with Kreet. The weather had broken and the snows of winter were melting fast. The attack that we had prepared for was about to come, and though we were better prepared for the Ishtan, they were still a superior army with superior training and numbers.

The battle plan was about to change as the invasion was close to happening. We split the mounted troops up and sent them to the smaller villages along the border. Their orders were to harass the enemy as much as possible without taking casualties. Once the Ishtan crossed the border they were to burn the villages they were quartered in and then fall back to next village to the North. From there they would harass the enemy's flanks and interdict their supply lines. They would find no supplies or comfort in Kreet so everything that they needed to supply their advance had to come from Na'Tal, and our cavalry would be there to steal it or set fire to it.

Defense of Grimsod was our primary concern and we rotated the cavalry troops out so that they could get some rest, and others could get more experience. Teela and I would go out as Captains of the cavalry from time to time to check up on our lieutenants, but mostly we stayed back at the castle now and waited for the main invasion force to cross the border. 

During our time back at the castle my relationship with Prince Vortak grew stronger, and upon learning of the death of his father the King, he sought me out often for comfort. I did my best to fill his needs, but it was quite a balancing act to tend to my archers and to service my Prince. He offered me his collar and asked me to be his concubine and after a few weeks of him prodding me to accept, I relented with the understanding that his physical needs would come second to my military duties. Once that was settled I accepted his collar of gold then secretly replaced his collar with my wardrobe collar. Of course I duplicated the Royal seal so that no one knew the difference.

The reputation of our mounted archers had grown and even though these new units had been in existence less than six months, they had become known as the elite of the Kreetin army. We had seen more combat than any of the other units in Kreet, and we were also responsible for the deaths of many of the Ishtan's finest soldiers. Our job became more difficult as the months went on, and our enemy knew that the sound of approaching horses meant death was close at hand. The job of dispatching our enemy became more difficult as they began to build barricades around their camps, and even began camping in the dense forests where our horses could not go. The new tactics that they were using delayed their trek toward Grimsod Shire and gave us more time to prepare.

As the winter turned to spring and the spring rains had come and gone, the Ishtan army crossed the border in mass and began their march toward Grimsod. Our mounted archer units were now comprised of three divisions of five hundred each. From time to time we would send two full divisions out to engage the enemy in the open field and would leave one unit back at the castle for defense. We concentrated on attacking the enemy on the flanks and after a few weeks of our attacks they began to reinforce their flanks and left the center fairly week. I had asked the Prince and Lord Tausin to let us hit the center with all three divisions but they would not approve my plan. Their fear was that our units could be surrounded should the Ishtan close ranks and encircle us. I admitted that this was a possibility but still thought that the risk was worth it.

The day finally came when the Ishtan army could be seen across the river from the castle. The drawbridges around the moat were raised and the wooden bridges to the east and west of the castle were set on fire, which would force the Ishtan to come over the stone bridge directly to the south. Our catapults were wheeled out and placed in their predetermined spots inside the castle walls. Many types of projectiles were carted to the catapult crews. The objects expected to be hurled at the enemy ranged from large forty-pound boulders to ceramic pots filled with the same flammable chemical that Lord Hetch's men used to light the farmhouse on fire when they tried to kill me.

The mounted archers were recalled long before the bridges were burned. Their mounts were stabled and they took up garrison positions inside the castle. Unless needed for an emergency, all archers were assigned to the parapets along the castle walls in shifts. Should the Ishtan cross the river they would be under a rain of arrows fired by over two thousand archers. We were pretty confident that we could defend the castle as we watched from the towers as our enemy set up camp on the opposite side of the river.

It took the enemy quite a while to get their forces in position as our cavalry raids over the previous month broke their formation up into smaller units. The advanced units of the Ishtan began working on constructing two siege towers in the center of their camp. By the time that the third week ended the towers were about half the height of our castle walls. We knew that there was only one bridge that the towers could cross and our end of the bridge was covered quite well by our catapults, and from what we could see, the towers were being constructed of wood with no metal plate on the outside. This gave the advantage to our catapults.

On the fourth week of the siege a small band of Ishtan soldiers clad in brown leather pants and tunics made the trek across the stone bridge carrying a white flag. I figured that they were there to offer surrender terms to us. Lord Tausin was in command of the castle's defense and as the soldiers approached he sent out an equal number of infantry to meet them. The drawbridge was lowered just long enough for our soldiers under the command of General Mazz to exit the castle. As a precaution I ordered an equal number of our best archers to take up concealed positions on the castle wall to protect our troops in case this was a deception.

The two groups of soldiers met about half way between the castle wall and the river. As both groups stood facing each other, I could see even from a distance that the men of the Ishtan army were a good six to eight inches taller than our men. I could see them talking and a document of some sort was handed to General Mazz. Both groups parted ways and headed in opposite directions. Once our group was inside the castle, the drawbridge was once again raised. The General made his way quickly to Prince Vortek and Lord Tausin and presented them with the paper he was given. Teela and I were standing near by but were not invited into the conversation, but from what I could hear, the verbal and written message was in a language that neither the Prince nor Lord Tausin could read.

The General spoke up and said that he thought that from their attempted sign language that he thought that they wanted to meet with our leader at noon the following day. The Prince ordered that a tent be set up on the location of today's gathering and that he would attend with a squad of guards equal to the number of soldiers that accompanied the Ishtan commander. 

Lord Tausin quickly rejected that idea and stated that since the death of the King, he could not allow the Prince to risk his life, and then Lord Tausin volunteered to go in place of the Prince.

The Prince reluctantly agreed with Lord Tausin and gave him his blessing to proceed. At noon the following day a rather regally looking man surrounded by ten soldiers began marching in formation toward the bridge. Upon observing their approach, Lord Tausin, General Mazz, Teela, and myself mounted our armored horses, slung our bows over our shoulder and headed out with our seven best-mounted warriors. 

As we approached the tent in formation, the Ishtan coming from the opposite direction focused their full attention on our weapons and us. As we got closer I could tell that our winter raids had had a positive effect as I thought that I had seen fear in their eyes upon seeing us. Outside the tent the Ishtan commander ordered his small formation to a stop and on command they unsheathed their swords and brought them up in front of their faces. We were not sure if this was a sign of respect or the preparation for an attack, so I gave the order to my mounted archers to draw their bows and prepare to take aim.

When our Lord and General dismounted, Teela and I did as well. We shouldered our bows then drew our swords. As our leaders and the Ishtan leaders entered the tent, we took up guarding positions on either side of the tent's opening. Upon seeing this, two of the Ishtan joined us at the tent opening. Standing beside me was the tallest woman I had ever seen. She was a good half foot or so taller than I was, as was the male guard standing beside Teela. Things were going well as both sides did nothing that would alarm or provoke the other. 

Once in side I could hear the conversation between the two sides begin, but was distracted by the female Ishtan guard when her foot tapped against mine. As I looked up at her and she looked down at me she smiled and said that I was too short to be a soldier.

I answered back without even realizing that I was speaking in her language and not mine. I told her that good things sometimes come in small packages.

We both nodded to each other as two professional soldiers would.

The male guard standing next to Teela must have been her superior. It did not take long for him to bark out an order for her to be silent.

I was fighting to suppress a giggle when I heard Lord Tausin shout out, "Kitty, get in here!"

I sheathed my katana and entered the tent. The female Ishtan guard did the same and followed me. She stood beside me as Lord Tausin asked me if I understood the Ishtan language.

I thought for a moment as I looked up at my counterpart and recalled our brief conversation. Yes My Lord I replied as I returned my gaze back to Lord Tausin.

He requested that I act as translator for this meeting, and I nodded.

I looked across the table at the Ishtan when their commander spoke up and identified himself as General Marzat, and his deputy Colonel Antuns.

I waited until he was finished with his introduction, then introduced Lord Tausin and General Mazz, then introduced myself as "Kitty" as I was instructed to do back at the academy should I find myself in a situation like this.

The tall Ishtan guard standing next to me tapped her foot against mine and in a whisper introduced herself as Imma then told me that I was just tall enough to be a translator but not a soldier.

I looked up at her and smiled then asked her if I were tall enough to be an assassin? 

That announcement brought a deadly serious look to her face. There were a few minutes of awkward silence before General Marzat spoke up and announced that under a flag of truce he had come to this meeting as instructed by his King to present the Ishtan terms of surrender to us.

I relayed this to my superiors, which was not well received, but Lord Tausin bid the General to continue which I politely relayed to the Ishtan.

As I turned back toward General Marzat he pulled out a document similar to the one we were given the previous day and began to read.

Your forces will lay down their weapons and exit the castle and proceed to the North. They will be allowed to leave safely.

This castle and its lands and buildings will be surrendered to the Ishtan and all civilians will be allowed to leave unharmed as long as they move quickly to the North.

The King, Prince, or Lord in charge of the country of Kreet will present himself before our King, to surrender and offer himself as hostage to ensure that his subjects comply with out edicts.

Failure to comply with these terms will result in the extermination of you and your fellow countrymen.

I relayed these words to my superiors as General Marzat was speaking them.

I would not have wanted to ever play poker against Lord Tausin or General Mazz, because as the surrender terms were being read aloud, there was not a single indication in their facial expressions that the enemy could use to judge their reaction. When the reading ended the tent grew silent until my superiors huddled together to discuss what had just been delivered. I listened in but did not interrupt, but I did keep an eye on the Ishtan as the terms were discussed. It did not take long for Lord Tausin to instruct me as to what the response was going to be. He gave me the outline of what to say but left it up to me as to the words and manner the Kreetin reply would take.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 25



General, Colonel I began. We have no real terms for you as you have delivered to us. Our response is simple... your army is in our country, and now it is time for your army to leave. Turn your army to the South and return to Na'Tal. Do so without delay and we will not pursue you.

The General and the Colonel gave me a look that suggested that they did not take me seriously. I relayed to Lord Tausin and General Mazz what I had just said, and then General Marzat spoke up.

Our army out numbers yours at least fifteen to one and we have sacked stronger castles than yours. We will give you one full cycle of the sun to consider our terms.

Without consulting with my superiors I spoke directly to the General, my dark brown eyes locked on his as I spoke.

General, your army will not survive this encounter if you choose to lead them across the river. Your troops are tired, they are under fed, and they have no idea what awaits them, and I guarantee you that once they see what we have on the other side of our castle walls they will break and scatter and then we will send out our cavalry to attack.

I could tell that he did not understand the word cavalry, but his Colonel spoke up and explained that I was referring to the horse soldiers that had been harassing their rear and flanks for the past few months. The General considered what his Colonel had explained then responded.

Have it your way he said, tell your Lord that I will personally look for him when our soldiers have breached the castle's walls.

Of course we took that as the threat that it was intended to be and with nothing more to be said my superiors turned and exited the tent followed by the Ishtan General and Colonel. It was a military courtesy that I allow my superiors exit first, and I think Imma either knew why I waited or the Ishtan army followed the same custom. In the few minutes it took our combined superiors to exit the tent she turned to me and said, "You are brave Captain Kitty, I will look for you when the battle starts."

I think she was sincere in her words and I took her words as they were meant as a respectful challenge from one warrior to another. I think in another place and time she would have been a fun person to get to know but as her words echoed in my ears, I looked up into her deep brown eyes and the only thing I could say was, "Do not cross that bridge with your army, and should you cross, may your gods protect you."

She smiled and I smiled back as we left the tent and headed off in our separate directions. I mounted my horse and took my place in line with my superiors then the mounted archers fell in to the side and rear of us as we made our way back into the castle. I had time along the short ride to explain exactly what I had said to the Ishtan and even had to answer questions about the short conversation that I had inside the tent with Imma. Once inside the castle walls the gates were closed and barred then the drawbridge was raised to block the gates we had just entered.

That evening we once again went over our battle plan, and when the meeting broke up with Prince Vortak, Lord Tausin, General Mazz and his officers, I went to join Teela and the cavalry Lieutenants to go over the plans and such that were discussed the meeting with our superiors. I explained the surrender terms that had been presented to us and our reply to them. I challenged the cavalry officers that the enemy had given us a full day to consider their terms but that I believed that they would probably attack at dawn as we had formally rejected said terms. The cavalry officers were dismissed to brief their troops on what we had discussed and as they left Teela suggested that they stable their mounts and get some rest as it looked like a long day was ahead of us in the morning.

As dawn broke over what was to be the battlefield we could see from the castle's battlements that two huge siege towers had been finished and moved to the end of the bridge on the opposite side of the river. The towers were one and a quarter the height of the castle walls. On top of the tower was a series of long planks on a hinge that could be lowered from the tower to the top of our walls, which would bridge the moat and allow the Ishtan soldiers to cross and enter the castle.

Upon seeing the towers at the bridge Lord Tausin gave the order for the catapult crews to man their weapons. As the towers started to move over the bridge the command went out for all archers to man the parapets. Within twenty minutes all two thousand archers had taken up their position on the castle walls and the catapult crews were standing by, ready to load and fire. Seeing that the towers would come across first orders were issued to load specific catapults according to the calculations we had made long ago.

The weapons load was changed on the catapults several times as we watched the Ishtan deploy in formation behind their siege towers. When the bulk of the enemy was formed up behind the towers, the towers began moving forward and that is when Lord Tausin gave the command to fire. On top of the wall there were catapult commanders with numbers and colored flags that told each crew which sort of weapon to load and how many clicks of the ratchet to use to tension the ropes. 

The first group of catapults unleashed a torrent of forty-pound boulders upon the towers, and as the projectiles stuck, chunks of wooden timers began flying in all directions and showed down upon the Ishtan foot soldiers below. Though the wounds varied from the flying debris, the Ishtan were a disciplined force and continued their advance. As the towers were slowly reduced to rubble, it became apparent to us and to the Ishtan that their towers would not make it to the castle's walls, and if by chance one of them would make it to the edge of the moat, it would be useless for its intended purpose.

The main force of the Ishtan army stood in their ranks along the edge of the river waiting for the command to charge, but that command was a long time in coming. It had been an hour or so since the towers were destroyed before we observed the second threat to our castle coming toward the bridge. As far as we could see were thousands of Ishtan soldiers with makeshift ladders over their shoulder. The ladders were easily the height of our walls and possibly higher. Each ladder was carried by perhaps one hundred men on each side. We did not count each ladder but a conservative guess put the number at one hundred, but it was probably more than that.

The ladder carriers came across the bridge quickly and passed in front of the amassed troops. There were one or two ladders for each rank of assembled soldiers. Once the ladders were in position the Ishtan army stepped off as one unit and began marching toward our walls with the ladder carriers out in front. The ladders would be used to cross the moat, and then alternating ladders would go up the castle wall for the attackers to climb.

Once the Ishtan formation had moved about halfway between the river and the moat their ladder carriers and foot soldiers began to encounter the caltrops that our civilians had littered the field with. As the foot injuries among the Ishtan began to grow, Lord Tausin issued the command to the catapults to begin firing. This time a combination of projectiles were hurled over the wall. Volley after volley sailed over the wall and pelted the Ishtan with an assortment of small and large stones. As they continued their march, the flying rocks were slowly thinning out their ranks, but their officers and sergeants were still calling out a steady cadence and like the well trained army they were, they kept marching forward.

Once the lead elements of the Ishtan army passed the red marking stones we had placed on the battlefield, the firing order had changed and the catapults repositioned and reloaded. When the order to fire was given, huge pots filled with a kerosene-like liquid was hurled over the wall. Hundreds of these landed on the battlefield and broke open when they hit the ground. The liquid splattered over the ladder carriers and the marching soldiers, then the red pennant with three arrows went up, the archers dipped their arrows with the tips covered with soaked cotton and let them fly towards the enemy. 

The first volley of fire arrows either stuck the ground or the oil soaked soldiers and ignited quickly. The screams of the burning soldiers made my stomach turn, but I stood fast on the wall and watched the successive volleys of flaming arrows set fire to even more of the advancing army. The archers and catapults kept firing their deadly barrage and we could see in the distance that the Ishtan commander was bringing up a second wave of foot soldiers and ladder carriers.

As the Ishtan's formation began to fall apart the catapults went back to firing rocks that weighed between ten and twenty pounds at what remained of the huge formation. Most of the Ishtan on the battlefield turned and ran, some were even running toward the bridge while they were on fire. Soldiers tripped over their fallen comrades as they made a mad dash for safety, and many soldiers jumped into the river to attempt to extinguish their burning uniforms. As they reached the bridge they were unable to cross as their reinforcements were using the bridge to try to get set up for a second charge toward the castle.

In all the confusion at the bridge several large fights broke out as the retreating soldiers tried to claim the bridge for their escape. All the while our archers began targeting the fleeing soldiers, dropping many of them with well-aimed arrows. It was then that Lord Tausin sent up the flag for the first and second cavalry units to mount up. Teela and I left our positions on the wall and ran for the stables where we met up with our units. It took us over an hour to get both units saddled up and in position lining the main road leading to the drawbridge. When the gate was opened and the bridge lowered we trotted out smartly and formed into our individual units, readied our bows and charged toward the enemy.

The Ishtan soldiers that were the first to see our formation stopped in their tracks and were almost run over by the advancing formation coming over the bridge behind them. Our formation of about a thousand mounted archers thundered toward the enemy as one large unit, then as we got into firing range we let our arrows fly then separated. Teela's unit rode to the left while my unit turned to the right. We rode along the front of the now stalled army and dropped as many of the enemy as we could in our first pass. 

When we got to the ends of their formation we circled around and came back at a full gallop toward the center. The ground was now littered with the dead and dying Ishtan solders. Some had died from arrows, and some were still on fire and were a smoldering reminder to the soldiers still on our side of the river what carnage could befall them.

The Ishtan officers were trying hard to marshal their troops back into formation but as wave after wave of arrows struck their troops the task was hopeless. As we circled back out toward their flanks again launching our arrows, we could see that Lord Tausin had pulled the archers from the wall and mounted them up. The order was given and as Teela and my group attacked the flanks, the third and forth units of mounted archers made a charge toward the center of the enemy. It was at this point that the stampede began as the Ishtan officers and sergeants no longer had control of their troops. Soldiers tried to climb over each other to get to safety over the stone bridge. Many of Ishtan were trampled and the number of dead and wounded began to grow around the area near the bridge. Many Ishtan soldiers elected to jump into the river to escape our combined charge.

We made our final pass then retreated back to the castle as we had run out of arrows. I was tempted to order my group to draw their swords, but even in all of the confusion at the bridge, the Ishtan still greatly out numbered us so I thought we should not take the risk. Once safely inside the castle the drawbridge was raised and the castle gates locked. Teela and I returned to the castle wall near the command area and looked out over the battlefield.

As the sun began to set we could see that the field was littered with the dead and dying soldiers. Numerous fires were still burning and as the darkness came we could see by the light of the fires soldier helping soldier as they staggered, limped, and stumbled their way toward the bridge. It was a terrible sight to take in and I felt sympathy for the wounded Ishtan, but at the same time I took comfort that we held them off and were still safe inside our castle's walls.

As the sun crept above the horizon we were treated to the sight of a band of Ishtan crossing the bridge under a white banner. From the distance we could not tell who they were, but as they got closer we could tell that it was not the General or Colonel that we had met a few days ago. Since there were eight of them we sent out eight of our mounted archers to meet them and I was given the authority by Lord Tausin to address this situation and to speak for him as needed. Teela accompanied me along with six of our troops. We met the Ishtan in the middle of the road that lead from the castle's main gate to the stone bridge. As we got closer I could see that one of the Ishtan soldiers was Imma.

Teela and I dismounted and we walked the last few yards to Imma. We exchange greetings as soldiers and I introduced Teela as the Commander of the Kreetin Second Cavalry Brigade. The two of them touched their mutually bent forearms together which was a military greeting of sorts here, and I followed suit with Imma after she introduced the Major that had accompanied her. I introduced myself as "Kitty, Commander of the Kreetin First Cavalry Brigade", which got his attention in short order

The Major opened the conversation by stating that this was not a meeting to discuss or dictate terms. He expressed his desire to have a brief truce to allow them to recover their wounded and to cremate their dead. Imma spoke up and explained that it is their culture's belief that the dead be taken care of within one cycle of their death.

I told Imma and her Major that I we would honor their request and allow them the time that they had requested. I immediately dispatched one rider to the castle to inform Lord Tausin of this arrangement. 

A few minutes later the rider returned and suggested a distant field where Lord Tausin promised that the ashes of the deceased would not be disturbed and that Teela will show us the way to the field.

Teela and I mounted up and I offered my hand to Imma to help her up on to the back of my horse. She was hesitant at first having never been on a horse, but after a few seconds she took my hand and I did my best to help the much larger woman onto the back of my horse. Teela made the same offer to the Major but he declined and sent one of his female Lieutenants to go in his place. 

Teela trotted off toward the river and I followed right behind her. We followed the river for about five minutes, staying on our side of course. There was no way we were going to cross over to the Ishtan side.

Along the way Imma and I spoke briefly about the previous day's battle. I told her that I was glad to see that she was alive and well.

She confirmed that she was alive, but not well as she had burns in a place that she would rather not talk about. We both had a laugh over that.

She confided in me that she had not taken my words seriously when I had expressed to her superiors what would happen if they crossed the bridge. 

I replied that we could still end this without further loss of life and that if they would withdraw and head south we would not pursue them.

Imma promised that she would convey this to her superiors but could not promise that they would agree. 

Teela pointed out the field across the river where the Ishtan ashes would not be disturbed and Imma thanked her.

On our way back Imma explained to me how at our first meeting she did not truly take me seriously as I wore a royal collar as well as wore the rank of a Captain. All this changed she said when she observed me in the lead of the horse unit that had attacked her army. It was at that point she confessed that she had wished she and her commanders had taken my words seriously. Imma stated that her superiors believed that because I wore the collar that I had slept my way into my position as Captain.

I laughed and assured her that this was not the case.

We arrived back at the road and parted company. Once in the castle we stabled our mounts and reported to Prince Vortak and Lord Tausin what was discussed and agreed to. I also gave my opinion that I believed that the battle was probably over but was not 100% sure.

For the rest of the day we watched as the Ishtan soldiers carted off their fallen comrades. Several times as I watched the exhausted men and women caring for their brothers and sisters in arms, I wanted to go out to the field and assist them, though I know that the Prince and Lord Tausin would never allow this to happen.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 26



I could not sleep during the night so I spent the night on the top of the southern tower, watching as the Ishtan soldiers continued to cart off their dead and wounded comrades by the light of many torches. Colonel Timkat as commander of the watch replaced Prince Vortak and Lord Tausin, and together we spent the night keeping watch over the troops of our enemy as they went about their grizzly business.

In the morning when the sun topped the trees and shed its light over the battlefield we could see that there were still many bodies to be removed. Across the river we observed the smoke from the bonfires blowing to the east into the dense forest. As the Colonel and I looked at the stone bridge we noticed a small squad of Ishtan moving toward the main gate of the castle under a banner of truce.

The Colonel ordered me to mount up an equal number of my cavalry, then sent a runner to alert Lord Tausin. Lord Tausin who was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes met my troops and me at the main gate. He was on foot and not prepared to go out to meet the Ishtan. We both agreed that this was an informal meeting so he instructed me to ride out with my group and find out what they wanted. 

The drawbridge was lowered and we rode out to meet the Ishtan at the midpoint between the river and the castle. As we got closer I looked to see if Imma was with the group, but this time she was not. We stopped a short distance from the Ishtan squad and I dismounted. As I did the leader of the Ishtan stepped forward and we met half way between our assembled soldiers. We exchanged greetings and introduced ourselves. He was only a Major, unlike the Colonels and Generals that we had met with before. As he spoke I thought that perhaps the Ishtan believed that this time we would attack and only risked a lowly Major. 

He was cordial, but his words were tinged with a slight disrespect. Instead of using words that would be gender neutral, he chose his words carefully but his choice told me that he had little respect for me. I did not let on that I knew enough about his language to take offense at his words. I was as diplomatic as could be while he conveyed his Commander's request for more time to retrieve their fallen soldiers.

His request was within reason and I replied that we would agree to his request for additional time.

He thanked me then asked if I my Commander would meet his Prince at a truce conference on this spot when the sun was at its midpoint.

I saw nothing wrong with this request either and agreed as I figured that the Price and Lord Tausin would rather end this with a minimum of bloodshed on either side.

The final request from the Major was that the Na'Tal Ambassador be present at the truce meeting.

I could not agree to this but I did agree to pass this request on to my superiors.

After the Major relayed his requests we rejoined our squads and parted ways. Once back inside the castle I detailed the requests made by the Ishtan to Lord Tausin. 

I was thanked for my assistance in the matter then dismissed as Lord Tausin went off to brief the Prince.

About an hour before the meeting a runner came to me from Prince Vortak with a message instructing me to dress in civilian attire and that Teela would be leading the Prince's escort. Now this left me in a quandary as to what I should wear. The Ishtan were used to seeing me in my battle suit with my military rank affixed to my chest. I thought about wearing a simple white linen dress, but knew that I would have to ride a horse to the meeting and I was not prepared or trained to ride sidesaddle. 

I gave my outfit some thought before settling on a pair of loose fitting dark brown silk pants. The outfit was topped off with a tan silk wrap around that came down to the middle of my thigh. The top was form fitting above the waist but loose fitting below allowing me to mount and ride a horse comfortably. Across my hips was a tan silk sash that tied in the front. For shoes I chose a simple brown leather sandal with a very low heel. I knew that this was a negotiation but I wanted to be prepared in case things turned ugly. I left my hair down but tied it together high on my head with a tan silk ribbon making a very long pony tail. Even though it was tied up, my hair still came down almost to my waist. Before I left my room I slipped in my scabbard katana and shorter wakizashi swords into the sash tied around my waist. I thought about not taking the swords but after all, I am in charge of security for the Royals so my swords went with me.

I met up with the Prince and his party inside the main gate. The Prince, his scribes and myself mounted up and were joined by Teela and her cavalry. She had them heavily armed for the occasion and smiled at me when she noticed my outfit and the two swords. I smiled back and rested a hand on my katana. 

The gates were open and we trotted out smartly with Teela in the lead followed by several mounted officers bearing the Prince's standard. The Prince followed next and was joined by Ambassador Smett. I joined in after the Ambassador and was followed by a company of mounted archers dressed in their finest formal uniforms.

The Kreetin army had set up a tent as it had been before when meetings were called with the Ishtan. We all entered according to our rank and social standing in my case as I was forbidden to wear my insignia. My function today was as escort for the Prince and as a translator, which put me at the back of the line when it came to entering the tent.

Both Kreetin and Ishtan guards flanked the tent's entrance as usual, and this time it was Teela standing next to the formidable Imma. I smiled to Teela and winked to Imma as my foot bumped into hers as I passed by. I entered the tent and was directed to a neutral position with Ambassador Smett between the Ishtan and the Kreetin Princes. The introductions were made around the table that had been set up and I made the language translations as required.

The negotiations began with each faction declaring their strengths and requesting that the other submit. Of course this went nowhere fast and Ambassador Smett acting as a neutral party did his best to steer the negotiations in a direction that would help both parties find a compromise. I knew that the Kreet held the upper hand as the Ishtan army was an army without a sufficient food supply. I wanted to just reach out and smack the Ishtan Prince and inform him that there was no way that the Kreet were coming out of their castle and that there was no way the Ishtan were ever getting in. But I held my tongue and kept my words to the translations that were required of me.

After six hours of this back and forth between the two parties it seemed as if a bolt of lightning struck the tent and the Princes finally agreed that both armies were at a stalemate and that neither could win. It was then that they got down to the business of ending this war. The Ishtan agreed to basically go away and leave Kreet. The Kreet agreed to keep their mounted archers inside the castle and not harass the Ishtan as they retreated back to Na'Tal. To Ambassador Smett's dismay the Kreet agreed to not invade Na'Tal and force out the Ishtan. It was good that this was agreed to in these negotiations as the Kreet did not have the forces for this sort of campaign but our Prince was smart enough to let the Ishtan believe that he did.

Once we made progress in these areas the Princes decided to take a break and Prince Vortak invited Prince Nassak of the Ishtan to continue the negotiations over dinner in the castle. Prince Nassak agreed and sent a rider back to the castle to have the food prepared. Before the rider left the tent I gave him a second message to deliver to Lord Tausin requesting that he pull the catapults back from the wall and secure them in an area that will not be visible to the Ishtan.

Our party began to mount up when the Prince called me to him and Prince Nassak. He informed me that I would be going back to the Ishtan camp as a hostage to ensure the fair treatment of the Ishtan Prince while he was in the castle. This had my blood just about to the boiling point but my training kicked in and I remained silent and respectful. This is when it all came together for me and I figured out the request for my not wearing military insignia. I was to be a civilian hostage, where as a military hostage would be expendable, and a mere Captain would not be a proper hostage to exchange for a Prince. I knew that the Prince was splitting hairs being that I was his bodyguard and all, but what sold this ploy was that I wore his golden collar and was also his consort. Shortly after I came to this realization Prince Vortak ordered me to explain this to Prince Nassak and I did.

Teela formed up the Royal escort and they trotted off toward the castle. As I watched them ride away, Imma touched my shoulder and motioned me to join her unit as they formed up and prepared to return across the bridge to their camp. As we walked Imma made several attempts to walk behind me as a sign of respect to my position, but I would stop and allow her to catch up. As we began to move toward the bridge, Imma and I began to talk. Not as friends or enemies, but as soldiers would out of respect for each other. 

Imma asked me why today I wear two swords instead of the one that I had usually worn. I explained to her that my role had changed from cavalry Captain to translator and bodyguard to the Prince.

This of course prompted her second question as to the need for the second sword today.

I explained to her that the long sword called a "katana" was for use in combat, and that the second much smaller sword called a "wakizashi" would be used to take my own life should I fail in my duties to my Prince.

One of Imma's soldiers chimed in and asked how this was done.

I answered him and detailed the process where ladies of the court would plunge the blade through the side of their neck until it came out the other side, and then she would draw the blade forward severing the arteries and windpipe. 

Imma gasped at the description of this.

I then went told all that were listening that the process was different for the men in that they were to plunge the short sword into their belly thrusting upward then draw it in one clean cut from one side to the other.

I could see the empty look on her face as she heard this, but it only lasted for a second or two until she asked if this was the warrior's code that my people followed.

Of course this was not the Kreetin code, but it was "a" code that had been followed by people in Earth's distant past, so when told Imma that it was, I was not lying. I am sure Imma's soldiers that were listening in thought by now that they were fighting a bunch of bloodthirsty lunatics, which is sort of the impression that I was trying to give them. It never hurts to leave the enemy thinking that their enemy has little regard for life.

Imma asked me for more detail about how I would take my own life and as we walked I did my best to explain the seppuku ceremony to her in language that she could understand. This time as I explained the ceremony, more of her soldiers were listening in and I knew that I had a devoted audience.

Imma nodded and let me know that she understood this time, then she went on to assure me that my Prince would be safe today as her people would find dishonor in breaking a banner of truce or committing violence during truce negotiations. She went on to describe how harming a visiting negotiator or their safety ensuring hostage would be a violation of the Rantakki Accords that governed how honorable nations should conduct themselves in dealing with other nations. Ishtan and Kreet had both agreed with and signed these accords centuries ago, though the people from these two countries had never met until Na'Tal was conquered.

Imma and I had a good conversation along the way to the Ishtan camp and we learned a lot about each other and I learned more about her culture. The Ishtan were a warrior race and their soldiers were bred for war. Their parents were selected to breed the strongest off spring possible. Those children that did not meet the military's standard were given other less prestigious roles in the Ishtan society like Imma's younger sister Kenna. Imma dwarfed her younger sister in height but Kenna was only an inch or two taller than I was. I was introduced to Kenna when we reached the Ishtan camp. Kenna was an apprentice scribe to one of the Royal administrators. Being that she had just reached the age of adulthood, she was assigned to a scribe employed by one of the younger Ishtan princes.

Imma and Kenna escorted me to what could best be described as a mess tent for the army. When we approached the serving lines Imma had separated from us and stated that she must only take food from the line for military and that Kenna and I were to dine on the civilian side. 

I looked over the food that was being served on both sides of the tent and there was not much difference in selection. The only difference I could see was that the military was given much greater portions. There was no meat, just a thick pasty porridge that was sweetened with some sort of tree sap that resembled maple syrup. It was filling, but very bland. Kenna informed me that rations had been cut again this morning, as the army was low on food.

Of course this is something that a member of the military would not have admitted to the "enemy" but Kenna was about my age and had no military experience. She believed that she was just being accommodating to a guest that was visiting the camp. 

After we ate Imma formed up her squad and invited Kenna to follow along. We moved to the stone bridge and took up a position under the trees where we could see the main castle gate where we waited for the princes to return to the conference tent, or someone to give us word that it was ok for me to return to the castle on my own, but no one ever came.

We stayed at the stone bridge and waited, and when darkness fell and the moons rose Imma and I came to the realization that I would be spending the night in the Ishtan camp. Imma and her soldiers escorted me through the camp to the tent of her Colonel, and after the introductions were made he suggested that room be made for me on the civilian side of the camp.

There were no visiting officer quarters, or VIP tents in the Ishtan camp, so Imma made arrangements for me to bunk with Kenna in her tent. She also made arrangements for guards to be placed outside the tent for my safety. Imma explained that the guards were not to keep me in, but to keep the Ishtan out. She was afraid that perhaps some of her fellow soldiers would intend me harm being that I was from the enemy castle. I guess they just were not properly set up to house a diplomatic hostage.

Imma stayed outside the tent for a time chatting with the guards while Kenna and I talked as we set the tent up for the two of us. Imma and the guards stopped talking a few seconds before the word; "Kanatae" began to echo through the camp. The echo started off in the distance then grew louder as it echoed toward the civilian side of the camp. This is when Imma poked her head inside the tent and told us to follow her. She said that this is something that I would want to see. 

Place your swords under your bedding; you will not need them tonight she added. I did as Imma suggested.

I exited the tent with Kenna and Imma led us toward the center of the camp. As we walked she cautioned both of us to stay very close to her and the members of her unit and to stay quiet so as not to provoke anyone.

I told her that I would comply then listened closely as she explained the Kanatae ritual.

The Kanatae is a combat ritual between the warriors of the Ishtan army. When declared by the King, Prince, or Commanding General, all ranks are put aside and anyone may challenge another soldier to ruled combat. By "ruled" they mean no killing, disabling, disfiguring, or anything else that would render a fellow soldier incapable of performing his or her duties the following day. The ritual gives soldiers a way to blow off steam and perhaps get a bit of revenge on a sergeant or lieutenant that has been giving a soldier grief.

We arrived at the living circle created by the assembled troops and a one on one battle had already begun between two rather impressive looking men. Above the battle on a dais over looking the two combatants sat the Ishtan King, and several others of the Royal court. I guessed that they were Princes due to their attire but I was not sure being unfamiliar with the insignia on their uniforms.

The battle that we came in on ended shortly after we got there. A rather burly older man was on the losing end of the confrontation until he attempted a pick up and slam his opponent to the ground. The attempt was blocked, but since the older man had his hand between the younger man's legs, he gave the younger man a hard squeeze that brought tears to his eyes and a wale of anguish from his mouth. As the young man dropped to his knees, the men in the audience winced collectively as the women laughed. It took only seconds for the younger man to yield to his crafty older opponent.

In the spirit of competition the older man helped his opponent up and as they stood before the King, the King pronounced Sergeant Kawant the victor over Corporal Midgant by submission.

The King dismissed the two former combatants then called for Sergeant Mitaq to step forward. Out of the crowd stepped a tall muscular woman carrying two wooden swords. She bowed to the King and waited for him to speak.

Sergeant Mitaq, who do you challenge he commanded.

Lieutenant Obartz your Majesty she replied.

Lieutenant Obartz stepped forward and accepted the challenge, then accepted the practice sword from his sergeant.

The two of them squared off and started at each other. The two were equally matched in skill and size and the battle went on for some time. After about twenty minutes or so of stalemate the two combatants disarmed each other of their wooden swords and the battle continued hand to hand.

The rest of the fight became a combination of wrestling and boxing as they stretched and pummeled each other until the Sergeant got the Lieutenant in a semi clinch that allowed her to deliver blow after blow to his exposed ribs and abdomen. Unable to draw breath the officer dropped to his knees gasping for air and guarding his ribs. The fight was then stopped by one of the Generals sitting with the King. The victory was awarded to the young Sergeant.

The King congratulated the victor and was about to call the name of the next challenger when his eyes picked me out of the crowd. I guess it was not hard to see me since I was the only one in the camp with light colored skin.

He knew me by name and called me forward. I stepped carefully into the center of the human circle and bowed. The King introduced me to the camp as "Kitty, translator for the Prince of Kreet."

The King seemed a kind older man, perhaps in his late fifties or early sixties. I guess kind is not the word to use for someone that had ordered the committing genocide in the country of Na'Tal. The King asked how I was enjoying the Kanatae ritual.

I responded diplomatically by saying that it is a good tradition for the military to be able to show their skills in combat with their peers.

Does the army of Kreet have anything like this he asked?

No your Majesty, it does not.

Then unexpectedly the King asked me if I thought that this ritual was barbaric.

No your Majesty I replied, and then I stuck my foot in my mouth without thinking and blurted out, "I would participate if we had such a practice in Kreet."

That got the King's attention, but it also got Imma's attention and I could see with a sideways glance that she was shaking her head.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 26



The King looked down at me and reminded me that the Kanatae ritual was for the military only. Then he asked me if I were a member of the army of Kreet as well as a translator.

I felt like I was about to commit public suicide when I replied, "yes your Majesty."

State your rank and position the King commanded.

Captain Kitty, Commander, of the Kreetin First Cavalry I replied.

Calvary he asked... the word was foreign to him and he asked me to explain.

I used the term "horse soldiers" to keep it simple and as soon as I mentioned the word "horse", he knew exactly what I meant. I could see a look of distain cross his face for a few seconds as it sunk in that I was the commander of one of the units that gave his army such grief.

I could also see in my mind the Ishtan soldiers lining up to challenge me. The King interrupted my musings when he asked if there was someone here that I would like to challenge.

It did not take me long to look around and blurt out, "Lieutenant Imma."

A loud cheer went up as Imma stepped forward. She smiled widely then looked me in the eye as she stripped off her tunic and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this little Captain?"

Lets have some fun I replied as I loosened my silk shirt and slipped it off.

I handed my shirt to Kenna then slipped out of my silk pants as well. Better not ruin these I said as I handed them to Kenna as well.

Be careful that she does not ruin you, Kenna teased.

When I looked back at Imma she was wearing only a loincloth, and I was clad only in a tiny white pair of panties. As I looked her over I realized that as intimidating as she looked in uniform, she was even more intimidating out of uniform as I looked over here nearly naked body. Her dark skin accentuated the toned muscles that lay just under its surface. She was about six inches or so taller than me and perhaps outweighed me by a good fifty or sixty pounds given all of that muscle she was sporting. Her facial features were a bit weathered, and there were a few grey strands visible in her long black hair, but that was to be expected of a professional soldier in her middle thirties.

The members of her unit were the ones cheering the loudest for her and I knew that I would be fighting the crowd as well as Imma. I did however perk up a bit when I heard Kenna cheering for me, which brought a laugh and a smile from her older sister Imma.

I met Imma in the center of the human circle and the crowd went silent. I bowed to her slightly out of respect and she returned the gesture. We both took a step back and readied ourselves.

The King gave the command to begin and just as I turned my attention to Imma I heard a familiar voice shout out, "Be careful Kitty!"

I looked up in the direction of the voice and there in all her splendor stood Shilka in a flowing white dress and golden collar standing behind the King. Unfortunately Shilka's distraction lasted just long enough for Imma to reach out and grab my arm and use it to quickly leverage me over her hip to the ground.

I bounced on my butt as I hit the ground and that jarred me back to reality. As the crowd cheered I put any thoughts of Shilka out of my head and concentrated on the task at hand. Imma was still holding onto my arm and was pulling on it in an attempt to lift me back up to my feet. As she pulled I went dead weight in her grip and swiveled on my butt and drove the shin of my right leg into the back of her knees which caused them to buckle forward throwing her off balance.

As her grip loosened on my arm I grasped on to her wrist and pulled. With her being off balance she tumbled to the ground beside me. We looked at each other then scrambled to our feet. Being smaller and faster I was able to get to my feet first and got ready for her. As soon as she was about to stand upright I moved in quickly and hooked my right arm under her left, swiveled my hip in against her then bent forward and leveraged her over my hip tossing her to the ground in a manner similar to the way she tossed me earlier. When she hit butt first her body jarred from the impact. 

As I watched her slap the dirt with her right hand and push herself up I knew that I would have to be quick and try to keep her off balance if I was to have any chance in this match. She got up much quicker this time and I think she expected me to move at her so she did not stand up fully. She was still slightly bent over as she lunged at me in an attempt to slam her shoulder into my torso to tackle me, but I was too fast for that and side stepped her charge then as she thundered toward me and unable to change course, I raised my knee up sharply into her tummy as she passed by.

Imma clutched her stomach as she dropped to one knee and for a second I was pleased with myself but should have realized that it was going to take more than running into a knee to dent her well-defined abs. I quickly found myself falling backwards as her hands gripped my legs at the back of each knee and pulled forward. Once again I landed on my butt with a thud. As my small firm breasts jiggled from the impact Imma lunged and attempted to land on top of me. I was able to twist away from her and bring my legs up on either side of her head. 

I clamped my legs together with my thighs on either side of her head and locked my ankles together scissoring her neck. I began to squeeze as hard as my legs would allow and was making some progress against her until she pushed herself up to her knees. I struggled to keep her head between my legs as she began to twist me over until my chest was pressed against the ground. Once she got me into position she slammed her fist into the center of my lower back and my hold on her began to loosen. A second and third blow hit my back and my legs were easily pealed apart allowing her to escape my scissors.

My back ached as I tried to roll away from her and I thought I had made it when I felt her fingers twist into my hair and pull sharply. As I was pulled close to her I felt her balled up fist ram into my tummy forcing me to bend over. As I struggled for breath Imma pulled me toward her, and soon I felt her full firm breasts pressing against my back while her free arm moved under my chin to tighten against my throat.

I was struggling to breathe from the blow to my tummy and now her bent arm was cutting off my oxygen supply. As she worked against my struggles to secure her hold from behind I bent my right arm and sent my elbow flying backwards into her ribs. As my elbow impacted against her I felt her grip weaken just a bit so I did it again, then again. 

As her grip released I attempted to give her another shot but she had leaned forward and as I moved away my last elbow caught her in the side of the face near her eye. I felt bad about hitting her face as it was not my intention but it did stun her a bit and bought me some time to put some distance between us. Unfortunately I did not get far enough away from her as her fingers caught hold of my long hair and pulled me back toward her.

As she pulled I twisted and sat down and turned my left side toward the ground then pulled my right foot back and kicked out as hard as I could and landed the heel of my foot against her left breast, mashing the firm dark orb against her ribcage. 

Her grip on my hair was released and her hand moved to comfort her crushed orb. I was free of her grasp and was able to get to my knees and swing around behind her. With much difficulty I latched onto her free arm and was able to pull it behind her back. As I gripped her wrist I pushed as hard as I could, pushing her arm up toward her shoulder. As I held and pushed her arm with my left hand I circled my arm around her throat as she had done to me earlier and I pulled backwards, giving me more leverage on her arm as I struggled to push it up her back toward her shoulder.

I finally felt that I was getting the upper hand in this battle as I had the hammerlock applied to her arm and I had one of my arms pulling against the front of her throat. That was until she began to stand up. I did my best to keep my weight against her in an attempt to make her exert herself more, but in the end she was able to get to her knees, then get her legs under her. I held on tightly and even though I had cut off her oxygen supply for a few seconds, she was still able to stand. Once she was on her feet she reached back with her free arm and grabbed on to my hair close to my scalp. She held on tightly then snapped forward, bending rapidly and dropping down to one knee and once again I was sailing through the air having been tossed over her shoulder like a sack of flour.

As I landed on my backside, well more my lower back than my backside I came to the realization that had this been a fight for my life things would be different. It was difficult trying to attack and counter attack when I was limited as to what I could do. I think Imma was having such thoughts too as at times our movements were cautious and calculated. Though I moved fast, and was faster than she was, I was just not doing enough damage to that muscle armored body of hers. I thought I could wear her down with my speed but she was not wearing down as fast as I was, which was evident when she got to me again before I could get up.

As I got to my knees she was already standing over me and dragged me up by my hair, which made me begin to think that it just might be time for this Kitty to get her hair cut. I tried to quickly turn toward her but as I got to my feet her knee was rammed into the small of my back, which had just bounced off the packed dirt. My back exploded in pain and my right hand quickly shot to my back in an effort to massage away the pain.

It was then that she spun me around to face her, and like twin pythons her long dark arms circled my slender waist until her hands met behind me. Her muscles bulged as her drew me in against her body and stood up straight. Given our size difference that left my feet dangling a few inches off the ground. With clenched fists grinding against my injured lower back she squeezed hard and intensified the pain that I was feeling. As my feet dangled off the ground and my chest was pressed tightly against hers, I felt it more and more difficult to breathe and moved my hands toward her chin and did my best to extend my arms and push back. At the same time I wrapped my legs around her hips and squeezed. I was not squeezing her to cause her discomfort, as I was not in a good position to do that. My goal was to try to take some of the pressure off my lower back, and I was able to gain some relief for a few short minutes.

This only caused her to squeeze harder and begin to bounce, which only aggravated the pain that was spreading through my back, but the bouncing was also having a secondary effect as my small firm breasts were rubbing against her full brown orbs with each bounce. Sadly to say that while my back was being abused, my breasts and nipples rubbing against hers had me becoming quite aroused. 

It was now impossible for me to breathe and I was beginning to feel light headed. I continued to do my best to struggle against her hold but this was a losing effort. I could have attacked her throat, eyes, or ears but this was a contest, not a death match and Imma at best was a kindred spirit. I was in a bad way but was not ready to surrender just yet, and though I knew I would hate myself for doing this later, I moved my hands away from her chin and spread my arms wide open. I flattened out my hands then brought them together on either side of Imma's head, the palms of my open hands slapped hard against her ears.

I am not sure that she had ever had this happen to her before but I got the result I was looking for. Her arms released me and her hands moved immediately to her ears. Once freed from her crushing grip I dropped to my knees and my hand went to my back. My chest was expanding and contracting rapidly as I struggled to fill my lungs with air.

I guess I had rung her bell quite well as it took her a minute or two to return her focus to me. I was grateful for the time that I had but it was not nearly enough and soon Imma was moving toward me. By the time I had noticed her she was nearly within reach and I had no time to get to my feet. I steadied myself and prepared and as soon as her hands were reaching once again for my long dark hair I lashed out with my right fist and sent it streaking upward into her abs. My knuckles impacted her tight abs and she stopped in her tracks. I was not sure that I could do so much damage to her torso, but I decided to follow up and sent my left fist flying and aimed for the same mark. My fist impacted just a split second before her hand got in the way. She staggered backwards holding her stomach and this gave me the time I needed to get to my feet and stalk after her.

I moved toward her as quickly as I could while she was a few feet away and slightly bent over favoring her abs. When I got close enough to her she straightened up a bit then lashed out with her fist and attempted to send an uppercut to my exposed ribs, but I was ready for that sort of thing and leaned to my left away from her fist then swiveled on my left foot as I brought my right leg up toward her chest. She had seen my leg coming toward her but there was not much she could do as she was still off balance as she followed through with her punch. My shin connected with her chest and impacted across both breasts flattening both large orbs against the bones underneath. 

The kick to her chest appeared to have knocked the wind out of her as she stumbled back clutching her chest with her thick arm stretched it guarding her breasts. Seeing an opportunity I moved in for the kill, but unfortunately she was not as winded as I had thought. As I got close to her in an attempt to attack her upper chest with my knee she slipped her left hand between my legs then latched on to my throat with the other. It was fairly easy for her to lift my slender form up high over her head. I was caught off guard and my mind raced for a counter but there was none as she held me high over her head. The crowd began to cheer loudly for their Lieutenant because they like I knew that there was only one place for me to go from here. 

I was waiting for her to toss me face first to the ground and was prepared to break my fall with my arms but she had other plans. As I began to fall she kept a tight hold on me and dropped down to one knee, as I descended she turned me around so that I was falling back first, and then using her strong arms and assisting the force of gravity she powered my already aching lower back into her bent knee. 

I wanted to cry out in pain but my honor and my training would not allow that to happen. I bit down on my lower lip against the pain, and I bit down so hard that my lip began to bleed. I was expecting her to shove me off her knee to the ground where I had planned to roll away but instead she kept her grip on my throat and crotch and lifted me up once again. I knew what was coming but that did not lessen the pain or prepare me any differently than the first time. My back impacted again with her knee and once again I could feel my spine rattle.

I tried desperately to lash out with my hand and closed fist but her face and just about everything vital was out of range. Once again she picked me up and I had feared that she would drop me on her knee again but this time she let me down so that my feet touched the ground. As I tried to steady myself and stand I felt her arms wrap around me and pull me in tightly. Her knees were bent just like the last time and just like the last time, when she lifted me off the ground even more pressure was applied to my battered lower back. I tried to wrap my legs around her again but she would not allow it and began bouncing me over and over. My legs could find no purchase and the bouncing was causing the pain in my back to amplify.

As she squeezed the air out of my chest and compressed my spine there was no escape for me this time. I made a feeble attempt to slap at her ears again but she was able to bounce me really hard and stop my attempt. It was then that she stopped bouncing me and asked me in a commanding voice, "Do you yield?"

Which brought a quick reply of, "Yes! I yield!"

Her fellow soldiers burst into a loud cheer and I'm sure that the applause and shouts of congratulation for Imma were heard by the night watch on the castle walls.

Imma gently let me slide down her torso until my feet touched the ground, and once they did she supported me until I was able to get my wobbly legs to support me. It was at this point that Imma's sister Kenna came to assist me as well.

I shifted my weight to lean on Kenna then took Imma's right wrist in my hand and raised it high over her head, which brought an even louder cheer to the Ishtan army.

The King stood and the crowd went silent, then in a commanding voice declared Imma the winner by submission.

Imma and Kenna bowed and I followed suit. The King paused for a moment then added, "Captain Kitty, you fight well and bring honor to yourself and your unit."

I bowed once again to the King and replied, "Thank you your Majesty."

Imma, and I gathered up our clothing and with the assistance of Kenna we headed back to Kenna's tent. Along the way Imma asked me why I challenged her.

The best thing that I could think of in reply was to say that the Ishtan did not have a bathhouse and that I was bored.

This brought a laugh out of both Imma and Kenna.

Kenna suggested that instead of going to the tent that Imma and I should have a bath and suggested a dip in the river. She went on to say that someone in this trio smelled bad and that it was not her.

Imma and I got the hint and we agreed.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 27



The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few - Vulcan Proverb

The rest of the evening was uneventful. We had our bath at the river and socialized with a few other Ishtan that we met there. I was treated with respect and there was no drama of any kind. After our mutual bathing session we headed back to the tent. There were several fights after Imma and I had finished and I was told that the one on one contests went on until just about dawn. I cannot confirm that as I was tired and very sore which prompted me to turn in early. Ok, it was not that early. Imma had to return to her unit so Kenna and I took some time to get to know each other, that is until I fell asleep in the middle of our conversation.

In the morning when Imma came to collect me I was already awake and trying to do something about the black eye that I was sporting. Unfortunately I could not apply makeup to cover the bruise so the best I could do was a few cold compresses to try to reduce the swelling. It seemed that Imma was bruised in similar fashion, as her eye was nearly swollen shut. Had her skin not been dark brown I am sure that a similar bruise would be showing on her as well.

We skipped breakfast and headed back to the truce tent in the center of the battlefield. The Ishtan dead had all been removed and the field was clear, though the smoke from the bonfires could still be seen off in the distance. We took up our positions out side the tent and waited for the two Princes to return. While we had some time to wait I began to ponder how the Princes from Kreet and Ishtan continued their negotiations without my being there. After all, I was the only one that I knew of in Kreet that could speak and understand Ishtan.

When both Princes arrived with their Kreetin escort they fell in across from us and together both units formed a corridor for the Princes to walk. The princes walked together and passed through the assembled troops. Myself not being in uniform did not fall in with the soldiers of either side. They started with the Ishtan troops and on command they opened their ranks for the Princes to pass. They were almost done with inspecting the Ishtan troops with Prince Nassak stopped in front of Imma.

The Prince looked her over then his gaze landed upon her swollen eye, this is when he asked if she had been fighting again.

No My Prince she replied.

Prince Nassak then asked what had happened to her face.

The King declared Kanatae last night My Prince.

Very well the Prince said, and then the inspection continued.

When the Princes came to the end of the line I was standing by myself at the entrance to the tent, and of course this is when Prince Vartak noticed me. A stern look came over his face when he asked if I had been mistreated while at the Ishtan camp.

No My Prince I replied.

Then what happened he asked?

I explained that I had been taking part in an Ishtan ritual.

His eyebrow rose as he asked, "Did you do anything that I need to apologize for?"

No My Prince, no apologies necessary.

Prince Vartak nodded then joined Prince Nassak and entered the tent together. I followed both of them in and took up my position by the center of the table across from Ambassador Smett. I was prepared to begin my duties as translator when Prince Nassak began to speak in the language if the Na'Tal. I was surprised at this and realized that my translation skills would not be necessary when Prince Vartak replied back to Prince Nassak.

The conversation did not last long as they mostly confirmed the issues that they had agreed upon over drinks and dinner the previous night. Most of the conversation was diplomatic double speak but the main point of the agreement was that as of this meeting a truce between the two armies was in place and that additional details would be formally agreed to during another meeting this afternoon.

The meeting broke up after about an hour and we headed back to the castle and the Ishtan went back to their camp. Thankfully Teela brought my horse and saved me from having to walk back to the castle. My back was still hurting and I am sure that the walk would not have been a pleasant experience.

When we got back to the castle the Prince offered me time to bathe and get into some clean clothing and I took him up on his offer. When I returned we met in the Prince's quarters and he explained what had happened while I was at the Ishtan camp, and of course I went ahead and explained how Imma kicked my butt during the Kanatae ritual. That got a laugh out of him, which I suspected that he needed, given the grim look he had on his face since we met up this morning at the tent.

He nodded then went on to detail the bits of the meeting that involved me. He told me that it has been confirmed that the King had fallen in battle and that he was next in line to be King as soon as King's bones were returned. He told me that the Ishtan were in possession of the King's bones and that it was customary in Kreet for the former king to be laid to rest if possible before the new King could take the throne officially.

I confirmed to him that Shilka was alive and well and that I had seen her at the Kanatae ritual. 

The Prince went on to say that the negotiations went well and that all hostilities would cease immediately, but to secure the peace and the King's bones, a formal exchange of hostages was to take place as requested by the Ishtan under the Rantakki Accords. 

Under the Rantakki Accords, both sides sends an agreed upon hostage or hostages to the other country to ensure that nations or city states meet their obligations under the treaty that they have agreed to. The Ishtan agreed to send a Princess and demanded that in exchange they would keep Shilka and the Kreet would send me as well. I was told that Prince Vortak argued hard to get me off their request list, and to get Shilka back being that she was the consort to the king. Unfortunately the Ishtan would not budge an inch on this request. They did not give a reason for asking for me as a hostage, but they did state that Shilka was the property of a defeated King and was now the legal property of the Ishtan King .

I was shocked that this was their request, and was even more shocked that Prince Vortak agreed to it. I was really mad that I was being used as a pawn in all of this but I kept my words respectful and kept my composure. I knew that there was little that I could do knowing how important that it was to get the King's bones back and to have peace with the Ishtan.

I have to say that the term, "hostage" was not used in a negative way here, it was a diplomatic tool to be used to ensure that one nation did not renege on a promise or obligation entered into with another. By the Rantakki Accords the hostage period could last no longer than two years and for the period to be extended, both parties and the individual hostages needed to agree. Unfortunately in the initial stages of the hostage agreement, I had no say in the matter as long as my Prince commanded it.

The Prince did caution me that he believed that the Ishtan insistence on my being the hostage appeared to be a ploy to get me under their control where they could coerce me to provide plans for weapons and battle tactics that they could use in conquest of other countries. He warned me that I should be on the look out for this to happen and cautioned me that this is in direct violation of the Rantakki Accords however; there was no mechanism in place to police such violations.

My meeting with the Prince went on for over an hour. I was really depressed when I left his quarters, the bomb he dropped on me really crushed my spirits. I was joyous that there would be a lasting truce but at the same time I was being sent off to the enemy to be held captive. In my heart I knew that the Prince made the right decision for his nation, though it hurt me so much that I would have to leave him and the friends that I had made here in Kreet. I had to keep reassuring myself that the Prince had made the logical choice as the army of Kreet could not match the Ishtan on the open field and he needed time to field a better army. The treaty would keep the Ishtan out of Kreet for at least two years if the treaty was honored and he had to take that chance.

Since the exchange was to take place tomorrow at noon I spent the rest of the day with Lord Tausin, Teela, and several of my trusted Lieutenants. We had dinner together, and then joined in a few parties in celebration of the war being over. We all stayed out late and celebrated, and then as we parted we said our tearful goodbyes.

When I got back to my quarters after breakfast with my soon to be former unit, I set about packing up my meager belongings. I was not going to be openly carrying weapons so I stored them away in my wardrobe collar, but just as a safeguard I kept the two throwing spikes out and used them to pin my rolled up hair to the top of my head. 

I made sure that I stuffed enough clothing and personal items in my backpack to make it look like I was not destitute when I met up with my Ishtan keepers. For my final ride thought the gates of Kreet I dressed myself in brown denim pants, with matching knee high leather boots. Topping off my outfit was a black tank top and a short brown denim jacket that matched my pants. 

I slung my backpack over my shoulder then met up with Lord Tausin and several of my Lieutenants who were chosen to be our escort. I mounted my horse and we moved toward the castle gate. We were to meet the Ishtan on the road half way between the castle and the stone bridge and there the hostage exchange would be made. I was close to tears as I was having to leave my friends so suddenly, but when the gates opened and the draw bridge was lowered, the tears began to flow freely when I looked down the road that lead to the stone bridge.

There along the road toward the stone bridge were the assembled men and women of the First and Second Cavalry units who today were led by Prince Vartak. Though the Prince would not accompany me to make the exchange, he did assemble the troops and led them out to the road. The mounted horse soldiers were lined up next to each on both sides of the road other from the gates to the midpoint where we would meet the Ishtan. I continued wiping my eyes as we rode out and passed the assembled troops, and as we would pass each soldier in turn would raise his sword in salute. 

When we got to the exchange point I dismounted and introduced myself to the Ishtan Princess, and her Lady in Waiting introduced the Princess to me. By treaty we were allowed to bring one assistant, but I chose not to share my captivity with anyone and went alone where Princess Lalla chose otherwise. The Princess appeared to be in her early twenties, and I have to say that she did not appear to in good spirits either. She appeared quite agitated when I offered to help her up onto my horse for the ride to the castle gates. She refused my offer then her handmaiden spoke up and said that it was forbidden to touch the Princess. I was tempted to slap them both but decided not to make a scene that would cause me to lose face.

I just shrugged and handed the reins of my horse to Lord Tausin. We said our farewells then sadly I turned and walked off down the road toward the bridge with my Ishtan escort. I turned back now and then to look over my shoulder to see my friends and comrades getting smaller in the distance and as I watched the Princess walking behind Lord Tausin's horse, I was hoping that the Princess would have a manure moment and realize that she should have accepted my offer to ride the horse instead of walk behind it.

When I got to the far end of the stone bridge Imma and Kenna were waiting there for me. Imma took my backpack from my shoulder and passed it to one of her subordinates. Before I could utter a word to Imma and Kenna, a nameless scribe approached me and started reading off a list rules that I was expected to follow during my time of captivity with the Ishtan. I pretty much blew him off as my mind was occupied elsewhere.

The scribe asked if I had brought someone from Kreet to be my assistant, and made a short note on his tablet when I confirmed to him that no one was coming with me.

Then Imma chimed in and volunteered that Kenna would be traveling with me as a companion as I made my adjustment to life with the Ishtan.

The scribe once again made some notes, and then wandered off.

Imma addressed Kenna and I and let us both know that Kenna would be responsible for any bad behavior on my part. 

I took that warning to mean that Kenna would be punished if I screwed up while in captivity. This only served to darken my already dire mood.

The Ishtan army had already begun to break down their tents and head southward. There was no reason to set me up in a tent for a few days only to break the tent down and move it south so Kenna and I were put on one of the lead wagons leaving the camp. That put us behind the Royal coaches carrying the King, his numerous Princes, and the rest of the Royal staff. We were lucky to be in one of the covered wagons and were able to keep out of the hot sun.

As we headed southward, Kenna could see that I was still visibly upset by the turn of events and she did her best to comfort me. Words alone could not express to her my gratitude for her understanding and her attempts to make me feel welcome. I promised myself to find some way to return her kindness some day. For the first several hours of the journey, I took comfort in holding on to her and she did her best to comfort me and I was appreciative but my mind was running through the emotions from anger, to betrayal, to despair and then the cycle would start all over again. I know that I was trained to deal with most situations back at the academy but for some reason there was no lesson or training session that I could flash back to that would help me deal with the feelings I was having along the road to Na'Tal as a reluctant "guest" of the Ishtan.

When we stopped for the night the soldiers set up two makeshift compounds. The first compound was a short distance up the road from ours. This compound had the best tents, the best food and was heavily guarded. The compound Kenna and I were assigned to was not so elaborate and the residents were separated, as the previous camp was between military and civilian. Kenna and I found ourselves in one of the better tents mixed in amongst the Royal administrators, and senior scribes. A hasty meal was prepared and it consisted of the same grey porridge that we "enjoyed" in the previous camp. I had pretty much lost my appetite given the events of the past few days, but Kenna kept picking at me like a mother hen and was relentless in her insistence that I eat. 

Kenna and I turned in early, as there was not much to do in the camp. This was much different than the traveling camps that I was in with Shilka and Teela. The mood in this camp was much more somber mostly because this was the first time that the Ishtan army had been bested in battle. Yes, I know it was a stalemate, but to the Ishtan, they considered it a loss. Well, at least the foot soldiers did and they blamed their superiors though they never directly blamed the King or any of the Royals, as this would be against their laws of Lese Majesty.

Kenna slipped into her nightshirt and fell asleep quickly when we got to our assigned tent. The tent was set up to sleep four people but since I was the official Kreetin hostage, I got to share the tent with only Kenna, and the two massive guards stationed just outside the tent flap. I could not sleep as I had a thousand and one things rattling around in my teenage head. I thought perhaps a walk and some fresh air would help me to unwind. I was dressed in the shirt that I had stolen from Sir William oh so long ago when I peeked my head outside the tent and stood up beside the two guards.

The two massive dark skinned men turned to me and suggested that I go back inside as we were still in enemy territory and it was not safe outside. 

I thanked them for their concern and told them that I would be safe and tried to be lady like in explaining my need to relieve myself.

They understood my need and said that they would escort me to the next field where a primitive latrine had been set up.

I tried to let them know that I would be ok on my own but they insisted that they accompany me. The senior guard reinforced his earlier warning that we were camped in enemy territory and that the short-feathered spears of the enemy strike without sound. This is when they took up positions in front and in back of me, which created Kitty sandwich. I guess you could say that we looked like an Oreo cookie as we crossed the field. If they only knew how many of those, "little spears" I had launched at them, would they still be as respectful towards me in that dark field?

I think that their intention was to follow me the whole way and stand guard while I satisfied nature's call but I was not in the mood to have these two men watch me squat. When we came to the latrine area I slipped out of my nightshirt and hung it on the spear that the tallest guard was holding. Both of them stood there staring at my boldness, and of course my nakedness for a minute or so. I slipped off my sandals then I was off sprinting towards the woods before they had a chance to react. I looked back over my shoulder and yelled out, "Please put my shirt in my tent, I will be back in the morning."

I am sure that my guards would have been great in battle but they were not such good Kitty sitters. There was no way they were going to catch me, especially once I transformed to my feline form as soon as I was out of their sight. For the first time since I left Grimsod Shire I felt totally free, and I made the best of that freedom and kept running deeper into the forest. I ran until I could run no longer, it was then that I stopped beside a small brook for a drink and a well deserved rest.

I spent the night in the forest, mostly just wandering about without direction. A few hours into my wandering I came across small critter that looked like a member of the weasel family, which made a nice tasty meal for me after eating all that porridge that the Ishtan had been feeding me. I must admit that my mental outlook improved greatly after having some real meat in my stomach. 

I wandered around a bit longer then started to make my way back to the camp. I had thoughts of escaping on my walkabout but thought that doing so would be dishonorable, though I did keep this as an option for later when we were out of Kreet. When I got close to the camp I could smell and hear the guards tramping around the latrine area looking for me. My two guards seemed to be the only ones searching; perhaps they were too embarrassed that they had let me get away. They seemed nice enough and I did not really want to cause them any trouble so I carefully made my way through the trees and climbed the biggest tree by the roadside between the camp and the latrine and curled up there on a sturdy branch. It was a few hours from daybreak when I finally fell asleep.

The sun was just coming up when one of my guards walked under the tree I was in. My keen sense of smell and hearing alerted me to his presence and I woke up. I flattened myself on the branch where it attached to the trunk of the tree until the guard passed under me where I could not be seen. I quickly changed back into my human form and called out to the guard.

My call startled him and he looked around to see where my voice was coming from. Finally he looked up and found my naked form sitting on a thick branch. He did not look like he was in a good mood from the scowl on his face.

I playfully called down to him and asked if he could throw my shirt up to me since he had it tucked into his belt.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 27



His partner came up behind him and suggested that I come down to get it.

The were both awestruck when I actually jumped from the high branch, landed on both feet then rolled like they taught us in parachute training. They both stood staring at me as I stood up straight, walked toward them and collected my shirt and sandals. I dropped the sandals on the ground and slipped my feet into them, then flipped the white pinstriped shirt over my shoulder and slinked my way totally naked back to my assigned tent. After a minute or so of staring, both of my guard shouldered their spears and dashed quickly to catch up with me.

I slipped into our tent just as Kenna was waking up. I felt bad that I roused her from her sleep but she would have had to wake up anyway when the senior guard poked his head into the tent and started reading me the riot act about going off on my own unescorted.

I tried to explain to him that I was perfectly safe but he did not want to hear that from me.

Kenna spoke up as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and asked me where I had gone.

The guard chimed in with the same request.

I just looked at them both and said that I was hungry and went out for a little snack.

Neither one of them believed that but I think that they figured that this was the best answer they were going to get from me so they just let it drop.

When I was traveling with the Kreetin caravan, they would feed us both breakfast and dinner, but in the Ishtan caravan, dinner was the only meal that they offered us which made me thankful that I had come across that tasty critter on my walkabout. I could see now why Kenna was so slender. Do not get me wrong, she did not look malnourished but she did look like she could use a few more pounds added to her frame. Since the Ishtan did not serve breakfast we were able to mount up a few hours earlier and our wagons and coaches were on the road heading south before the first hour of daylight had passed.

Later in the day we were informed that we would not be stopping for the night as there were no suitable fields to camp in which caused several of our traveling companions to curse the Kreetins for flooding the fields along the main road. If only they knew that the flooded fields were my idea. The thought of this brought a silent giggle and a smile that Kenna was quick to ask me about, but of course I had no safe answer for the question and I just smiled back.

We stayed on the road for two more days, only stopping now and then to stretch out our legs, relieve ourselves, and switch wagon drivers. The next over night stop we made was at the lake where I first met Teela. The fields across from the lake had a natural slope to them that would not allow them to be flooded. Our wagons halted and the soldiers set up camp. We dismounted the wagon and stretched our legs for a few minutes. When I seen the guards coming my way from the next wagon I grabbed Kenna by the hand and suggested that we go for a walk.

She hesitated just long enough for the guards to block our way and ask where we were going.

To the lake I responded.

The area has not been secured yet so you will have to wait here the senior guard ordered.

We will be fine, trust me I argued back.

The guard was not willing to accept my assurance so I put it to him simply and explained that they could not catch me two nights ago and that most likely they could not catch me today if I made a dash for the water.

The junior of the two guards seemed to take that as a challenge and stepped right up and asked if I was serious.

Of course I am I told him. One thing that was working in my favor is that I knew this lake and I went on to challenge him to a race, and being the proud soldier he was, he accepted.

I pointed in the direction of the lake, which was mostly obscured by a grove of trees. When the young guard looked I described a small island about two hundred yards from shore, then challenged that the first one to swim out to the island and return here was the winner.

He looked me up and down then looked to the senior guard who just nodded his head

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You got it the younger guard said and accepted the challenge.

What do we win when he beats you the older of the two guards asked.

I thought about it for a minute or so then put forth that I will obey you totally if he wins, but if I win Kenna and I get the freedom to be by ourselves undisturbed. I went on to assure them that I am capable of protecting us both and I also promised to be on the wagon when it was time to move on.

Reluctantly the older guard agreed. I think he realized that neither of them were going to catch me if I did not want to be caught and perhaps if the younger guard could win it would be better for them if I were more compliant.

I could go into detail about the race but it did not last too long. I slipped out of my dress and sandals, handed them to Kenna, and the young guard followed my lead. I tried to coax him out of his loin cloth to get a peek at what was hidden under there but he was young and kind of shy. He was a tall, dark and very manly specimen for sure. He resembled a Nubian warrior carved in stone on the obelisks of ancient Egypt. My eyes were locked on him, looking him up and down and admiring the muscles that were packed on his frame. I was just starting to imagine what I could do with him when Kenna shoved me and yelled, "RUN!"

In my trance like state of lust I did not hear when the senior guard yelled, "GO" and was fairly oblivious when the young guard turned and started running toward the water. I remember admiring his strong back and cute butt when Kenna so rudely broke my mood.

I looked at Kenna and winked, my face was probably showing my embarrassment at getting caught lusting after the young soldier. It did not take me long to catch up to him and I passed him before he got to the water. With nary a splash I dove into the water and started swimming. The water felt cool on my bare skin and I made good time swimming on top of the water. My opponent was making better time in the water than he was on land and as I made it to the island long before he did I waited a bit for him to catch up.

I could see Kenna on the shore urging me to hurry up but I knew well that I could beat him in a sprint to the shore. It had been a rough couple of days for me emotionally and finally I was able to have a little fun... Kitty would not be denied.

I waited for him to come ashore and of course I was ogling him as he waded through the shallow water. He looked me over pretty well too as I stood there watching him. When my eyes drifted away from his muscular chest and down his torso, I could not help but notice how the wet loincloth clung to his body and showed off the outline of his manhood dangling just under the wet cloth. From what I could see it was most impressive. I remember him smiling at me as I stood there like a slut in heat while he had turned and dove back into the water.

I followed him and began swimming but not too fast as I was enjoying the view from behind him. We were about at the middle of the lake when I decided to go under water. I knew I could swim as well under the water as I could on top and it was easy enough to catch up to my opponent. When I got close enough I swam under him and began untying his loincloth, which caused him to stop dead in the water. By the time he realized what was happening I had his loincloth halfway down his muscular legs. As he tried to resist I hung on tightly and aimed my body toward the bottom of the lake and kicked hard with my feet. He thrashed about for a few seconds before his hands let of the loincloth, which allowed me to slip the garment off his legs. With his legs free now he kicked for the surface and I was able to get an unobstructed view of what my newly obtained prize was hiding, and I have to say it was VERY impressive.

Now totally naked like me he began to swim toward the shore and I would surmise that had his skin not been dark brown he might have been blushing a bit. He had a head start on me as we raced toward the shore but even with his loincloth between my teeth I was able to over take him and step first onto the dry land past the water's edge. I walked over to the Kenna and the old guard waiving the loincloth like a victory flag.

I failed to notice in all of this that we had drawn a crowd and there were a few Ishtan there that were cheering my victory. I suspect that those who were cheering were just cheering for the naked girl that just traipsed out of the lake.

When my opponent came ashore there was a loud cheer from the crowd also but mostly it was the women cheering for the dark skinned hunk that strode naked out of the water. As the cheering started he did his best to cover his thick dangling sausage with his hands. There was no way he was going to cover up that magnificent piece of manhood unless he found two additional hands to help him, which gave me the idea of going to help him cover up, but I nixed that quick enough thinking it best that I not act like a slut in public.

Kenna and I hugged each other after I handed the wet loincloth to the senior guard and teased, "I win!"

The senior guard tossed the wet loincloth back to his partner as Kenna and I hooked arms and walked off together toward where they were setting up the tents for the night. I turned to Kenna and asked her if we could play with the guards tonight, which brought a loud and definite "NO!" from her. 

I looked at her quizzically after her abrupt answer as she went on to explain that a princess of the realm was given in exchange for me and that under the Rantakki Accords the lowest ranking hostage accrues the rights and privileges that would normally be due to the senior ranking hostage. She cautioned that should the guard be caught with me in a compromising position, he would be executed in a horrible manner.

Now I understood why the guards were being some diligent toward my protection. 

Kenna handed my plain white Kreetin dress back to me and I slipped it on over my head then slipped my feet into my sandals as we made our way across the road to the tent city. We were escorted to our tent and I was surprised that this time we had a much larger tent than before and we were located just next to the line that divided the Royal area from the others.

We settled in to our tent and Kenna and I began discussing dinner and the need for better food when Shilka popped her head inside the tent and offered a greeting and asked for permission to enter. Kenna stood with respect and I went to Shilka and hugged her tightly.

I introduced Kenna to Shilka then after the greetings were finished we made our selves comfortable on the unrolled sleeping mats. Shilka said that we had some time before the dinner hour and wanted me to catch her up on all of the gossip she had missed out on at Grimsod castle. Kenna did not speak Kreetin so I had to translate everything that was said to her.

I told her that there was not much time for gossip as the Prince, and Lord Tausin along with Teela and I were busy preparing for war with the Ishtan.

Shilka picked out the mention of, "Lord Tausin" and asked right off when he became Lord and of which Shire.

She looked at me in disbelief when I told her when and that he was now the Lord of Grimsod Shire. She asked me what had happened to Lord Hetch.

I could see that she had more than a casual interest in this line of conversation and was not going to let it go. I knew what was coming next and was not surprised when she asked how he had died. 

I took a deep breath before I confessed to Shilka that I had killed him. I know that the Prince and Lord Tausin wanted this kept a secret but since they stuck me with the Ishtan, I figured that this secret no longer needed to be kept and Shilka was my friend.

Shilka's lip quivered and the tears began to well up in her eyes. Her speech wavered as she asked me why I killed her uncle.

Now it was my turn to be in shock over this revelation. Now I felt that I owed her an explanation so I went into detail explaining to her and Kenna why Lord Hetch had to die. I went explained about how he had turned me over to his inquisitors and how they had tortured me for three days, and how he had sent his henchmen to kill me after the Prince released me from the inquisitors.

The whole time Shilka looked at me in disbelief and as she listed Kenna took my hand in hers and gave me a gentle squeeze of support.

Shilka blurted out that her uncle was a good man and would not have done such things to me. She pretty much accused me of lying about the whole chain of events.

I shot back that her dear uncle and his men tried to burn me alive in an abandoned farmhouse and did succeed in torturing and hanging Lord Tausin's twin brother by the roadside.

Shilka wanted to hear no more; she stood abruptly, turned and stormed out of the tent. I apologized to Kenna for having to bring all of that up in front of her, and I think now she realized why I was so insistent on not needing guards for my protection. 

It was then that Kenna stood with my hand still in hers and said we should put all of this out of our minds and go have some dinner.

When we exited the tent our two guards snapped to attention, and before we headed to the mess tent the senior guard turned to me and said, "Ma'am, we could not help but hear what you had to endure in Kreet. You have our respect and loyalty."

I hugged them both which was a totally unmilitary thing to do but my emotions were running a bit high and it seemed the right thing to do at the time. Kenna gave my hand a little tug and we went off with our guards to have our bread and porridge dinner.

I ate the bread but passed on the porridge as it looked and tasted like glue. As we left the mess tent the guards followed behind us. I asked Kenna if she could build a fire but she sadly shook her head and said no.

The senior guard chimed in with, "I can build a fire for you Ma'am."

That was music to my ears, so I huddled the guards and Kenna to me and told them that if they can get a nice fire going down by the lake, I can get them some fresh meat for dinner.

The three of them looked at each other then looked at me and gave their approval. I asked the young guard if I could borrow the short knife he had stashed in his boot.

He looked at me and hesitated until his senior gave him permission.

The four of us walked down to the lake; once there my accomplices set about foraging for firewood and I stripped off my dress and sprinted off into the woods. Once I was out of sight I put the small knife between my teeth and transformed into my feline form. There was a slight breeze blowing from the south and it did not take me long to pick up the scent of several woodland creatures in the area.

I locked on to one particular scent and tracked a small deer-like creature to a moon lit clearing. I dropped the knife and the chase was on. The deer was fast but I was faster and in no time I had leaped onto its back and dug my claws in deep. Shortly after that my teeth sunk into its neck and dragged the animal to the ground where it expired in my jaws. I changed back into human form, retrieved the knife then gutted the animal.

When I got back to the lake my little band had a good fire going and had even built a small frame to hang the animal on. I looked quite a mess when I emerged from the brush with this gutted deer draped across my bare shoulders. The two guards came to me and took the carcass from me then skinned it then hung it over the fire to cook. I headed to the water to wash up.

After I had washed up, we all sat around the fire and chatted like old friends. The guards or I should say soldiers because that is what they really were, started asking me questions about the unit that I had commanded for Kreet. I explained as much as I could without going into great detail and or giving away military secrets or battle plans.

The men were open and honest about the fear that the thundering horses had put into the soldiers of the Ishtan army. Never before had they confronted such a deadly foe before. They complimented me often for my courage and the tenacity of my unit.

We sat around for a while telling war stories and during that time a few Ishtan passed by our fire. They were obviously drawn in by the smell of the deer cooking. There was plenty of meat left on the animal after we had eaten our fill and we offered what was left to those that passed by or stopped to talk to us.

From time to time I would look around the area and on several occasions I found Shilka staring at us. I motioned to her more than once to come and join us but she refused and instead she chose to keep staring at us from the big flat rock where we watched a young soldier boratchaed his woman oh so long ago.

I had a sinking feeling that Shilka was going to be trouble...



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 28



Memoirs of Kitty Siam - Princes and Consorts.

The rest of the trip to Na'Tal was uneventful and took us another two weeks to arrive at the capital city called Na'Vek. I was assigned a room on the same floor as the King and the Royal family, but it was quite a walk from his quarters as I was housed in a section reserved for the Royal consorts and concubines.

The consort's rooms were arranged around a large common room that was designated as the "pleasure area" as my guide described it. To enter the consort's quarters one would have to pass through the pleasure zone. I was told that the floor that I was on would be heavily guarded due to the Royal's presence, which meant that the common room would be guarded as well. There would be two guards stationed outside the common room entrance at all times.

Since the King had a Queen for his pleasure, I was told that he did not have or need the services of a consort, so I was given the larger of the consort's quarters that was normally reserved for the concubine of the King and her attendant. I did hear rumors that from time to time the King would make use of consorts owned by the other members of the Royal family, but no one was willing to confirm those rumors. My quarters consisted of two sleeping rooms and one common room. Kenna was assigned as my attendant and would occupy the second room in my quarters. I was glad that she was staying with me as we became close during our journey from Kreet to Na'Tal.

Shilka was given the quarters next to mine. She no longer held the status that came with being a King's consort as the Ishtan King had no use for her. When we arrived at Na'Vek the King issued a proclamation that Shilka would be well treated even though she was considered as a prize taken in battle. Since the King had no use for the twenty six year old blonde consort, he gifted her to three of the lower ranking Princes, which would still allow her to keep her golden collar and her status as Royal consort. When the proclamation was circulated, Shilka broke down and cried. Even after I entered my quarters I could still her crying openly through the thick stone walls. Kenna believed that I was entitled to better quarters being a diplomatic hostage that was exchanged for an Ishtan Princess, but I asked her to let the matter drop and vowed to make the best of things while we were here. 

Our surroundings were comfortable and even though the common area was under constant guard, I did not feel comfortable leaving my backpack and all my personal items on display in case one of my sister consorts decided to do a sneak and peek in my room. The door to our quarters only had a latch on the inside, which meant that the door could only be locked while we were in the room, which created a security problem while we were out and about. In the interest of my personal privacy, I chose to live out of my backpack and when I left my room I made sure to digitize the backpack and store it safely in my wardrobe collar.

When evening came Kenna and I were escorted to dinner by a group of her fellow scribes. She had met a few of them before when she was assigned to the army but now that she would be working in the castle, she had a new group of people to get to know. The food was much better here at the castle than it was on the road from Kreet. We actually had real meat and fresh vegetables instead of that awful porridge but the portions were small and well rationed.

During our dinner conversation with the castle scribes we found out more about the layout of the castle, and learned that just like in Kreet, the Na'Tal had ritualized bathing houses and that the Ishtan adopted this practice but had abandoned many of the rules that the Na'Tal and the Kreet had for such gatherings. We were tempted to make our way there when we learned that the consort area had a private bath located next to the common room. Kenna and I decided that this would be better for us after our long trip.

We returned to our quarters without the castle scribes in tow and it did not take long for us to strip off our simple linen dresses and head off to the bathing area. We were told that the common room was pretty much a free room with very few rules. The main rule for the room was that discretion is a must and that whatever happens in there, stays in there, and we would learn soon enough that the same rule applies to the bathing area.

We left our quarters and crossed the open common area. There was no one around so we did not bother to dress. As we got closer to the entrance to the bathing area we head a loud grunt followed by an even louder scream which was followed by muffled cries and moans. Kenna did not understand the muffled words but I sure did... they were in the Kreetin language and the only one here other than me that spoke Kreet was Shilka. I attempted to make a quick dash to the door leading to the bath but Kenna cut me off and reminded me that I was not to interfere in anything that happens in the areas reserved for consorts, which included the bathing area.

I nodded in agreement but still walked at a brisk pace to investigate what was going on. Once through the door I took a quick glance around the room then noticed that Shilka and her three princely owners were the only people present. Shilka was in the ever popular boratcha position on all fours over one of the Princes who was holding onto her long blonde hair and pulling her downward onto his manhood, which was the cause of the muffled cries, and as he pulled harder she began to choke on his huge dark member, but this was not the cause of her screaming. The other Prince had pushed his enormous tool deep into her nether hole and was sinking it in deeper. He still had several inches to go but he pulled out almost all the way then pushed back in roughly causing another muffled scream to emanate from Shilka. The man's tool was immense and I could see why Shilka was in such pain as his fat dark pole was now spearing her repeatedly.

Kenna and I just froze in our tracks and stood there with stupid blank looks on our faces. We watched as the two Princes got into a rhythm and began moving in and out of her painfully stretched rear entrance and her mouth at the same time. Shilka was trying hard to relax and adjust to the size of both men but she was having a terrible time of it as neither anal or oral sex were practiced in Kreet and it was plain to see that until this day, Shilka was a virgin in these two holes.

Shilka was granted a moment to catch her breath as the Prince holding her hair pulled her head up and off his glistening member. She used this pause to gasp for air and beg the Princes to stop, but her pleas fell on def ears as the Prince at her back began to ram her harder and faster which caused her large firm breasts to jiggle wildly as they hung low against the legs of the other Prince. As a reward for her pleas, her open mouth was forced back down on the Prince's monstrous pole. As her lips were stretched once again and she started to gag, the Prince commanded her to suck it as he began guiding her mouth by his hold on her lovely blonde hair.

All the while that this was going on, the third Prince was standing near by stroking himself and waiting for his turn. He was coaching his brothers as they continued to piston faster in and out of the incoherent protesting blonde. Shilka was crying openly and the tears were streaming down her face as the men used her oral and anal entrances for their pleasure. The Prince at her backside was now forcing his shaft fully into her backside and each push of his hips against her was making a loud flesh against flesh slapping noise.

I think both of them were close to coming when they stopped and lifted her up. They both pulled out of her then repositioned themselves. The Prince in Shilka's mouth latched onto her hips with his hands and guided her over his upward pointing shaft that was now aimed between her legs. He placed the head between her lower lips then pulled her roughly down and impaled her on his member. Shilka tossed her head back and screamed as she was impaled quickly.

The Prince that has been stroking himself quickly moved to stand next to her then took her by the hair and slipped his erect staff into her open mouth and shoved hard. The thick bulbous head caught her by surprise as it impacted against the back of her throat causing her to sputter and gag. The Prince held on tightly and tried to push himself deeper into her mouth and ultimately tried to enter her throat.

The two Princes began to move their hips and thrust themselves into Shilka's mouth and womanhood fast and deep. 

The third Prince stepped up behind poor Shilka to straddle her as she was positioned over his brother. He pressed the head of his pole against her already stretched anus and pushed himself into her and slid in balls deep. She tried to scream again but her mouth was full. She tried to escape but now she was held in place by three strong pair of dark brown hands. There was nowhere to go for her, no escape, and there was nothing for her to do but to kneel in the grip of the three Princes and take it all.

The three men began to pick up speed and they adjusted their thrusting so as not to impede each other's rhythm. The men under and behind Shilka would thrust in alternating, and one would thrust in and the other would pull back. I could see the tight-tortured skin wrapped around the large probing members moving in and out as she was used roughly.

At some point in this painful dance Shilka must have been stretched enough or had figured out a way to relax enough and her struggles ceased. I thought at one point that maybe she had passed out, but I could see her moving a little in time with the thrusts and as she came closer to orgasm, her movements became greater. Her movements caused the Princes to spear her harder and faster until they too were ready to explode. 

The Prince thrusting into her backside was the first to inject his seed. He shoved his long fat pole all the way inside her as he shot his first spurt. He held himself inside for a few seconds then started pumping in and out again as he filled her backside with his seed. He continued pumping until he was satisfied that he had been properly drained, and then he pulled out of her backside. A thick glob of white cream leaked from Shilka's now empty but wide-open nether hole.

The Prince in her mouth was the second man to explode and when the time came he held Shilka by the hair and thrust into her mouth. The first strong jet caught Shilka by surprise and she began to gag on the hot white cream. His cum splashed around the inside her mouth then spilled out the side of her lips as he pumped her mouth full. I wanted to yell to her to swallow quickly but held my tongue. Shilka figured this out on her own and tried her best to keep up with the volume of cum being pumped into her formerly virgin mouth. Once the Prince observed that she was trying to cooperate his thrusts became slower to allow her to swallow. Once he had finished he let himself slip from her mouth and commanded her to lick him clean.

She looked up at him and we could see that the tears were still streaming down her cheeks. The Prince repeated his command and she flicked out her tongue and began to lick the remnants of his Princely cum from his member. It was then that the Prince under Shilka was close to shooting as well, and pulled out of her quickly. It seemed that the Ishtan had similar customs about bastard children as the Kreet did. Once he was free from her sex he pushed himself into her backside and began pumping himself into her from below. Shilka howled as his manhood was larger than his brother's and he was stretching her backdoor wider than his brother did a few minutes ago.

The Prince held on to her hips as he began working harder and harder to get himself fully inside her, and then when he was fully inside, he grunted loudly as he began to empty himself into her backside mingling his seed with his brother's. As the Prince flooded her bowels, Shilka collapsed on top of the Prince under her and did her best to push herself backwards in time with his spurting thrusts. 

As Shilka began to tremble cum again, I looked over at Kenna to see how she was doing after taking all of this in and I noticed that her gaze was fixed on Shilka and her owners. I also noticed that Kenna had one hand between her legs and was fingering herself as her other hand was caressing her own firm brown breasts and nipples. I too had thoughts of doing the same while watching Shilka but fought hard to control myself, but seeing Kenna playing with herself I could not help but to join her.

As Shilka and her Princes began to untangle themselves I lowered my head to Kenna's breast and as she fingered and squeezed the other, my lips surrounded her nipple and sucked softly. With this new sensation on her nipple she released her breast and moved her hand to the back of my head and approvingly pulled my lips firmly against her dark brown little nub.

Both of Kenna's hands were now in my hair and her fingers were massaging my scalp as I moved my lips from one nipple to the other. I sucked softly then flicked my tongue against each as they hardened instantly. I tipped my head back slightly and put on a show for her as soon as I noticed her watching me. My dark brown eyes met hers as my tongue flicked out and caressed her nipple. I worked them in turn as my hands cupped her firm orange sized orbs.

Kenna and I were close to the same height with her being maybe an inch or so taller so it was easy for our breasts and nipples to meet when I pulled my lips from her breasted and licked my way up her chest to her neck then across her dark cheek to her perfectly formed lips. Her lips were plump and thicker than mine but it was oh so pleasurable to press mine to against hers and as I did her lips parted and my tongue flicked out to meet hers. As if on cue our arms circled each other and we hugged tightly causing our breasts to pleasurably pillow against each other.

I knew she was watching over my shoulder as Shilka and the Princes changed position for a second round and as Shilka was forced to sit down on her Prince's pole, Kenna slipped her hand down between my rear cheeks and pushed her long dark finger into my virgin backside imitating the way that Shilka was currently being impaled. As she worked her finger in deeper I squirmed against her, our breasts dancing together in a mutual massage and as she began fingering me, my tongue forced its way deep into her mouth.

Kenna turned me around as if we were dancing together so that I could see that the three Princes had switched positions and had once again filled all of Shilka's holes and once again she was being lanced over and over again, but my attention did not linger there as Kenna became my top priority.

She was the first to break our kiss and her full lips moved down to my little honey colored orbs. Her lips surrounded my right breast and she was almost able to suck the entire breast into her wide mouth, and as she did so I relaxed and pushed backwards to take more of her wiggling finger into me. She sucked harder and shifted her attention to the other breast an as she drew that one into her mouth I felt my legs begin tremble and recognized the familiar sensation of a powerful orgasm beginning to build inside my slender body.

I leaned against her for support and slipped one hand down between her legs. My finger quickly found her wet slit and slipped inside. We fingered each other as we leaned together for mutual support. I believe that she was having the same problem standing as I was and she dropped down to her knees and began nibbling on my tummy. Her lovely firm breasts were caressing my hips and lower abdomen as she kissed her way up my tummy to my breasts. From time to time she would move just right and one of her firm nipples would brush against my swollen little love bud causing me to gasp and shiver with pleasure.

Her lips found my breasts again and she started with the right one. Her mouth opened and her pointed tongue flicked out against my little brown nipple. I looked down and watched her and the sight of her tongue flicking against me made it even that much more erotic. As I watched her, she watched me, looking for any sign in my facial expressions to let her know which movements of hers were bringing me the most pleasure.

I could not take much more of this as my knees were shaking from her licking, sucking and fingering and I dropped down to my knees facing her until once again our lips met for a deep kiss and our breasts and nipples were once again massaging each other. It was shortly after our kiss began that she slipped down onto her back and pulled me down next to her. 

She was slightly sitting up while supporting herself with one elbow, the other arm was across the back of my neck as we got comfortable. I reached my left hand between her legs and using her knee as a grip point I pulled her legs apart. I looked up at her as I leaned in and brushed my lips over the thin patch of black fur that covered her sex. As I saw the approval in her eyes I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over her most sensitive little button, which sent a shudder through her dark slender body and produced a sharp sigh of pleasure from her lips.

I slipped two fingers into her and started working them deeper as I continued to lick the top of her slit and her sensitive little pink button. I was instantly rewarded by a loud panting sound as her breathing increased, and after a few minutes her hips would roll up with each push of my fingers as she helped me to pleasure her. The more she panted and squirmed the faster and harder I licked and poked at her womanhood with my pointed tongue. I was really inexperienced at this and was so proud of myself that I was able to excite her as well as I was.

She was really tight but as her wetness grew I was able to get my fingers deeper into her and soon I was working my fingers in to the second knuckle and twisting them before pulling out and starting all over again. The more her excitement grew the faster and harder she rolled her hips up to grind herself against my tongue. I was not sure if she wanted more tongue or more fingers in her, and it was hard to tell from her movements, which she wanted more of, so I just kept working harder at both. I tried to work a third finger into her but even as wet as she was it was a tight fit and I quickly abandoned that idea and went back to two fingers.

Her moans and cries of ecstasy were so loud that they had gotten the attention of the three Princes as they were still in the process of abusing Shilka in every hole. As one of them noticed us and called out to the others to look, I noticed them as they noticed us and had seen that they had all changed position once again. If I were keeping score I would think that they had all cum a second time and like after the first time they had changed positions. Shilka looked exhausted and was covered in perspiration and in some places a few thick ropes of male cum hung off of her white skin.

My attention was drawn back to Kenna by a playful tug on my long black hair, and even though I had kept my fingers moving, it was my tongue that she wanted. I moved my lips back to her little firm button and sucked the sensitive little bud into my mouth for my tongue to lick and poke at. It did not take long for Kenna to begin bucking and squirming under my ministrations once again and as she was driven to orgasm by my fingers, tongue, and the sight of Shilka being sexually abused nearby. Her hips started bucking and thrashing about wildly as her fingers gripped my hair. Her hands held my lips firmly to her swollen womanly bud as my tongue continued to lap over it and circle around it. 

I continued working my tongue and my fingers until her pants and squeals faded, and I knew she was spent when her grip on my hair relaxed and her body went slack against the stone floor. Her fingers hooked gently under my chin and guided my lips to hers. She kissed me softly then parted my lips with her tongue as it pressed its way inside. She made a soft moan as she savored the taste of herself on my lips and tongue. She playfully licked at my lips and face, and giggled slightly before she said, "all clean now."




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 28



I smiled and kissed her nose then flicked my tongue out to lick her lips playfully. Kenna sat up and gently pushed me back as our kiss continued and deepened until suddenly I felt a sharp tug on my hair that separated my lips from hers. I loud yelp escaped my lips as my head was repositioned. Another sharp tug on my hair opened my mouth and just as I was about to verbally protest a large dark piece of princely meat was thrust into my mouth. He pushed in hard and fast and I was not prepared for this oral violation. I did my best to try to quickly adjust to his size, but he started thrusting too hard and fast and I found it difficult to catch up to his rhythm. He was close to cumming from his time with Shilka and as he pushed himself into my mouth over and over I could taste the nectar of her orgasms on his thick pole.

As I gained control of myself and fought off the urge to bite down hard, I moved my hand up to grip the exposed portion of his manhood and began to stroke it quickly. My stroking also acted as a buffer to keep him from slamming full on into the back of my throat. It did not take long before he was filling my mouth with his thick salty seed. I closed my lips tightly around him to create a seal as I swallowed quickly as my mouth was filled over and over with his princely gift.

He continued to use my mouth to empty his heavy sack and once the last few drops were expelled into my mouth he continued thrusting for a few more minutes before his manhood began to wilt. While things had settled down a bit I was able to glance out of the corner of my eye to see that one the princes had grabbed a hold of Kenna and had his meat stuffed in her mouth as well. I guess that the princes had had enough of the now comatose Shilka and decided to finish themselves off in the two of us. I would have gladly played with them, all they had to do was call me over, but then being taken by surprise was a bit exciting for me. 

Kenna was doing her best to keep up with her thrusting Prince and she was doing quite well at it. As the Kenna's Prince was ready to finish he pulled out quickly and aimed the first thick blast at her pretty face. The first thick rope of cum spattered across her nose and cheeks, and she tried hard to open her mouth and catch the second blast but the Prince would have none of that. He continued to avoid her open mouth and blasted several shots over her face, and forehead. When her face was completely covered he took aim at her breasts and shot the last few white globs across her chest. After the last fading blasts the Prince used his grip on Kenna's soft black hair to slide his shaft back into her mouth, and as my own hair was tugged and my face forcefully turned away from Kenna, I hear her Prince command her, "Clean me up girl!"

My Prince continued to pull me by the hair and I was starting to get slightly pissed but did not strike out as these men were the Princes of Ishtan and was not prepared to be the only Asian looking fugitive in a land populated with only people with dark colored skin. I doubt that any of these three royals had reached the age of twenty, and being the young men that they were had plenty of youthful seed to sew given the number of times that they had already shot their seed into and over Shilka. 

I was dragged by my hair over to Shilka. The last Prince had a hold of Shilka's legs and had them bent at the knees and pushed up in a manner that her legs were pressing against her large firm breasts to the point that they were pillowed out against her chest. As the Prince held her legs he was roughly slamming his meat deep into her well-exposed womanhood. I could tell he was hitting bottom, as a portion of his exposed shaft would bend slightly on every down stroke. From time to time I could see him pulling out almost all the way before sliding quickly back in and from what I could see he was about as long as my forearm and quite thick. I knew that if Shilka were still conscious she would be screaming in pain from the pounding she was receiving from this massive member. I suspected as I watched her continued violation that she had to have received some internal damage from the sexual abuse she was taking.

My Prince was still holding onto my hair and making me watch Shilka's violation, and when her final violator was close to the end my Prince commanded me to open my mouth and I did as commanded. 

As the thrusting Prince's grunts grew louder he pulled himself from Shilka and slid his head into my awaiting mouth just in time for the first powerful eruption. He did not push in deep, but pushed in enough to fill my mouth. His first blast was strong enough to feel like a finger poking me in the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly and prepared myself for the second jet, which came quickly. I closed my lips around him as he continued to cum, and as I swallowed the Prince wrapped his hand around his pole and stroked himself off in my mouth. I attempted to move my hand to assist him but my hand was swatted away with the warning, "Never touch me girl!" I took the warning seriously and let him finish on his own.

When all three Princes were thoroughly drained they took Kenna and I into the washing side of the bathing facility and instructed us to clean them, and of course we did as we were commanded to do. During the sponge bath we gave the Princes I was still quite unsatisfied sexually and I did my best during the washing to try to get one or more of the massively hung Princes excited enough to take sexual advantage of this delicate Asian girl, but my best efforts were wasted on this bunch as their time with Shilka had drained them totally.

The Princes retired to the clean water side of the bathing pool and were soaking in the warm water and comparing notes on their adventure with Shilka, who by the way was still well out of it as she lay unconscious by the poolside. The Princes gave us our leave to wash up ourselves then instructed us to tend to Shilka. She was just starting to come around when we made our way to her and tried to assist her to sit. Once we got her into a sitting position she started to regain her senses and realized what had happened. She started crying openly and did her best to push Kenna and I away but we did not give up and kept assisting her until we were able to coax her to stand and enter the water with us. She resisted us some and resisted me even more than she did Kenna. I guess she was not going to get over my killing her uncle any time in the near future. 

We got her cleaned up enough to take her into the soaking side of the pool to join her Princes as commanded. She was still pretty groggy and out of it but the Princes assured us that they would take good care of their property. We kept the Princes company for as long as they would permit us to stay, but when others began arriving at the pool area we were dismissed. As we exited the pool we drew the attention of several men that had come in with Prince Nassak. One of the older gentlemen with reddish blonde hair stopped and took an extended look at my wet naked form and as I gave a look back at his naked form, I could see he was becoming aroused which he did not try to hide.

I tried to turn around to return to the pool but Kenna took me by the hand and said that we had to leave. 

Sadly I agreed with her but still wanted to stay and play with the newly arrived naked men.

Kenna was a bit upset about the way that the princes used her and me, not so much for herself but that a political hostage such as my self was disrespected in that way.

I tried to assure her that I did not feel disrespected and then joked that I could have been voluntarily disrespected a bit more. She did not laugh as I thought she would and I realized that she was deeply disturbed by what had happened. I wanted to explain to her that I was a sexual creature and that a strong sex drive was bred into me but I knew she would never understand the genetics and such so I did not go into detail on this. I just assured her that I was not harmed by what had just happened.

I tried to keep the discussion going on our way back to our quarters but there were people gathered in the pleasure room and she said we should not discuss this in the presence of others as the topic of discussion involved the Royal family and their behavior.

I was not sure why there was a need for secrecy but I went along with my friend's wishes and instincts on this matter. When we entered our common room she locked the door then led me into her bedroom. I thought we were going to continue where we left off in the bathing pool but her mood for that sort of thing had passed. She began a tirade about the treatment that we had received at the hands of the Princes and said that they were wrong in treating me that way.

I asked if she was upset about the treatment that she had received but she stated that she was not upset about that and actually wanted more from the princes.

I confessed that I would have liked more as well and we had a short laugh about our mutually expressed sexual interest in the Princes. I did have to be honest with Kenna and told her that I doubt that my body could take as much abuse as Shilka did and the monstrous princely tools would probably damage me severely.

Kenna agreed and believed that she being Ishtan, she was able to adjust to the size of the Ishtan men and would fare better in such a situation but would still experience some pain if she were to take on three such massive men at the same time.

When the evening came I decided to skip dinner but Kenna was hungry and she left to join her fellow scribes for dinner. I guess I had swallowed more protein today than she had, and she laughed as I joked with her about this as she left the room. I spent my time alone playing with my wardrobe collar and PDA. I adjusted some of my outfit combinations to fit in better with the Ishtan culture. Where the Kreet preferred white linen dresses, the Ishtan wore a similar design but the colors were mostly dark browns and tans. Some of their dresses and skirts were leather or another similar animal hide, and others were made of linen. There were even a few that I had seen on the less affluent women that appeared to be made of a fabric similar to burlap which to me seemed barbaric. 

I was lost in my wardrobe maintenance when the unlocked door opened abruptly. I had expected Kenna, but instead it was several Royal guards that entered first followed by Prince Nassak. He was the senior Prince and was next in line for the Ishtan throne. He took care of the more mundane things that the King choose not to deal with, and this is what brought him to my quarters with his guards and the older gentleman who ogled me so openly at the bathing pool.

The Prince introduced his guest as Zor San'Zal a trader from the land of Cassani. 

UT latched onto the word "Zor" and roughly translated the word to mean, "Baron" in Earth English so I introduced myself and when he offered his hand I took it in mine and kissed it softly. I was not sure if this was proper but I remembered my lesson at the academy that suggested that if a hand is offered, that it was proper for a woman to kiss it in submission. I followed my teachings and was rewarded by a smile from the Prince's guest.

Prince Nassak interrupted the pleasantries and asked me to sit down as the news that he brought to me was not going to be pleasant. I sat as commanded and listened. The Prince and his guest moved closer to me and towered over me as I took a seat on the bed. The Prince started off by telling me that the army of Kreet has sealed the passage between Na'Tal and their country, which makes it impossible for commerce, or communication between the two countries. The Kreet soldiers created an avalanche that has blocked the pass and given the height of the mountains dividing the two countries, the pass between the mountains was the only way to go from Kreet to Na'Tal.

I nodded to the Prince and tried to figure out what this had to do with me.

The Prince went on and described how the Kreetin army waited until all the Ishtan were out of Kreet before sealing the boarder between the two countries.

Again I nodded but could not see where this was going.

And then the bomb was dropped when the Prince explained that now that there was no longer any communication possible with Kreet, there was no need for them to keep me as a hostage.

This is when I sheepishly asked if I was being released.

No, the Prince responded. Not released, sold.

What? I blurted out.

The Prince understood my being alarmed but demanded silence after my outburst. He then explained that there was no need to keep me because there was no way for the Kreet to know if I was alive or dead. Also since the passage between Kreet and Na'Tal was blocked, there was no way for either country to threaten the other.

What about the Princess that was traded for me? I asked.

The Prince and the Baron laughed before he explained that she was not a princess. She was merely a camp girl, a common harlot that followed the soldiers and staffed the comfort tents.

So I was traded for a whore?

Correct, said the Prince.

I was becoming quite pissed off now, and I sternly asked, so what happens to me now?

Prince Nassak curtly informed me that I was now the property of Zor San'Zal.

I could feel my heart skip a beat upon hearing this news. The Prince kept talking but my ears were closed to his words as I considered what would happen to me next. My new owner interrupted my musings after a few minutes as he tossed a tiny red linen dress onto the bed along with a sturdy red leather collar.

Zor San'Zal spoke up and complimented me on my beauty, firm breasts and exotic skin tone. 

I sadly thanked him and kept my eyes turned down toward the floor.

He stepped closer and with his finger under my chin he lifted my face to look upon his. Kitty he said, of all the girls that I own, you are to be my prized girl. He confessed that when he first noticed me in the bathhouse he wanted me badly and would pay any price to have me. He admitted that he was drawn to my small firm breasts, hairless little kitty as well as my long silky black hair. He went on to say that he had never seen a woman before with all of these qualities.

I softly thanked him for his kind words and kept my eyes fixed on his as I tried to understand the man that had just purchased me. He was an older man, perhaps in his late forties. He was shorter than the Ishtan and the Kreet but taller than I was. He bore a bit of weight around his belly and his cheeks were slightly chubby. His hair was long and landed a few inches below his shoulders and was a reddish blonde in color. He was the first person that I had seen here with reddish hair and green eyes. I thought to myself that perhaps if he would shed a few pounds he would be an attractive man like Lord Tausin.

My thoughts were interrupted when he spoke up and asked, "Do you understand?"

Which of course I did not because I had not heard a word he had said, and when I asked him to repeat his words I was rewarded with a backhanded slap across my left cheek. Now angered he told me that I was to stay in this room under guard and that in the morning he would come for me and I was expected to be wearing ONLY the dress and collar that he had placed on the bed for me.

Sadly I looked up and nodded, my cheek tinged pink where I was slapped only moments ago.

After he was gone the guards removed the latch on my side of the door and installed it on the outside. Six guards remained in the common area to guard me over night. The door was made of a heavy wood similar to oak and was about three inches thick. There was no way I was going to get out that door tonight.

As I lay awake in my bed, perhaps for the last night I pondered all that had happened during the day and wondered where Kenna was and hoped that she was safe. I thought about my new owner and what his plans were for me. Of course if it was just sex, hey that is what I was designed for and could handle that easily enough. My thoughts turned to escape but that was not an option at the moment. Of course I could try it in feline form but still I was in a castle secured by the Ishtan and either in feline or human form, I would have to single handedly make my way through the bulk of the Isthan army to get outside the castle walls. Of greater concern to me was what I would do once I got outside the castle. The passage to Kreet was blocked and even in feline form I could not cross those high mountains. I finally settled on going along with my new owner and making my escape once we were outside the castle walls or when the odds of escape were better in my favor.

In the morning I put my hair up and donned the red dress. I adjusted my wardrobe collar to match the collar I was given, and then I carefully saved my new outfit for future use. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and modeled the garment for myself. It had a low collar and was form fitting and came down to about the middle of my thigh and was just long enough to cover anything vital when I sat, walked or kneeled. My new owner arrived shortly after sunrise with one of his girls following close behind him. When they entered the room he introduced her as Ressa his senior girl and suggested that I follow closely as she prepares me for my new life with him. 

Ressa was in her late twenties and had long reddish blonde hair like my owner except without the streaks of grey. She was dressed in a simple low cut red dress and wore a collar similar to mine. Both of our collars bore our owner's crest and initials, but hers also had a set of chevrons carved into the red leather, which indicated her position as senior. Ressa was a little taller than I was by an inch or so and was full figured. As she walked she kept her back arched, which accentuated her ample breasts as they were displayed proudly by her low cut red dress. She wore no bra so with every step she would take, her abundant assets would jiggle causing even the casual observer to focus their attention on her chest and her thick round nipples looking like small strawberries through the thin fabric of her dress.

After we were introduced San'Zal instructed me to pay close attention to the teaching of his first girl as my health and welfare depended on how well I follow orders. As he left we were told that he had an important meeting to attend and that he would be back in the afternoon and trusted that I would use this time to learn my place as one of his girls.

After our owner left, Ressa circled around me like a sergeant inspecting one of her troops. She pulled the metal pegs out of my hair and my long black hair fell quickly down my back until they ends were almost touching my small firm butt. She let out a sigh as she inspected my hair with her fingers, then for some unknown reason she gave my hair a sharp yank that bent my head back sharply. This did not set well with me and I let out a sharp sigh of displeasure.

She heard my sigh and asked if there was a problem.

Not wanting to anger the new owners on my first day I told her that there was no problem.

The inspection continued and she ordered me out of my red dress. I was not sure where this was going but I quickly complied and slipped the dress off over my head and tossed it on the bed.

She cautioned me about throwing around our Master's possessions as she looked at me and then to the dress on the bed. She picked up the dress and folded it in three sections then laid it lovingly on the bed with respect.

She looked at me and I nodded then apologized. I was beginning to feel like it was my first day back at the academy.

She left the dress then returned to circle around my now naked body. She poked and prodded at my tummy with her finger and when she poked she found that my abs were solid and would not dent. She ran her fingers down the side of my chest and felt my ribs under my skin. She poked and slapped at my firm little butt then came around to face me. Her hands reached up and cupped my small firm breasts and squeezed them tightly. I thought she was going to start to make out with me when she shook her head and exclaimed, "Totally unacceptable!"




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 28



I looked her in the eye and quickly blurted out, "What?"

The look on her face changed from one of superiority to one of anger and as she stared me she yelled, "How dare you challenge me!"

Now I was beginning to become annoyed with her and I came right out and asked her what her problem is with my body.

You are too skinny she said, and you have the breasts of a thirteen-year-old girl. I can see your muscles under your skin on your arms, legs, and stomach. You look like you are malnourished. She went on to say that no man in Cassani would ever request me looking so thin and that I must be fattened up before I can earn my keep.

I did not back down and stood my ground and shot back saying that I am physically fit and in better shape than most of the women that I had seen here then asked if it was her job to try to fatten me up.

Yes it is she spat back and as the words left her mouth her hand came streaking up toward my cheek in an attempt to slap me but I was ready for it as her eye movement telegraphed the attack. My hand went up to block the slap and then I quickly latched onto her arm and twisted it hard as I bent her arm up behind her back.

As I stepped behind her I twisted my fingers into her soft reddish-blonde hair and pulled back sharply using her hair for leverage as I pushed her hand up higher on her back. She struggled hard to get out of my clutches but she did not have the strength or conditioning to resist me though that did not stop her from trying. She tried several times to stomp on my bare toes and that is when I pressed my torso against her back and shoved forward with my legs. As I shoved her forward with her arm still bent in my grip, I drove her face first into the solid wood door. Her chest hit first before her forehead. Her large pliable breasts were mashed flat between the hard wood and her ribs below. I could hear her struggling for breath as I used my leg muscles to keep her pinned against the door. As her struggles continued I leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Listen, I know you are the senior girl and I will listen to you but I will not take any verbal or physical abuse from you. Do you understand?"

This brought a long list of threats hissing from her lips, then she ordered me to let her go or she would have our Master whip me.

Really? I said. I then went on to describe how I slit the throats of the last two men who whipped me, and how I ran a sword through the chest of the Lord who ordered my whipping. 

I felt a shiver cascade through her and I knew she understood what I had just told her. Her shivering was confirmation that she believed me and came to the realization that she may have bitten off more than she could chew as the expression goes. She stopped struggling and I asked her if I were to release her if she would behave.

Her reply was a quick, "Yes!"

Having reached an understanding with Ressa I released her and asked if we could start over and she politely agreed. I put my dress back on and sat on the bed and invited her to join me, which she did. 

Ressa asked me if I really did kill the men that had whipped me, but I think she already knew this to be true.

To reinforce the issue I picked up one of the steel pegs that she had pulled out of my hair and tossed it at the door. The spike penetrated the door and stuck in a good quarter of an inch, and then I picked up the second peg and tossed it. The second one stuck in the wood as well about a finger's width from the first one. Her jaw dropped as I looked at her then challenged, "I make a better assassin than a whore."

Assassin? She asked.

Yes, that is part of my training I said, then went on to give her a bit of my background as to how I went from Emperor Drax' bodyguard, to shipwreck survivor, to cavalry officer, to diplomatic hostage to San'Zal's property. After I finished my brief history lesson I could see in her face that I had earned her respect, or perhaps it was more fear than respect but either way I was satisfied. Upon seeing this I asked her if she was still willing to help me to understand what our owner wanted me to learn.

Yes she replied as I looked at her and waited for her to start my education.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 29



Memoirs of Kitty Siam - Rontara.

There was not much educating to be done by Ressa but I let her believe that most of what she was telling me was all new to me. I did not bother to tell her that part of my training was in pleasing others no matter the gender, race or species.

I listened to Ressa as she detailed our owner's business interests and found out that they ranged from selling and transporting simple dry goods to providing high quality escort services for the various Lords and Ladies of his homeland and surrounding nations. He also owned his own fleet of ships and would transport anything from coal and lumber, to passengers and even soldiers for a sizable price. 

Ressa was not sure what my assignment was exactly but she knew that it would involve sex. She mentioned that our owner has a thing for young girls and even though I was just past the age of adulthood, my body structure and lack of pubic hair excited him in the thought that he could have a woman of age that looked like a girl from his fetish. She confessed that he has sought out such girls in the past for his own personal concubine, and then she cautioned me that once the girls began to develop he would lose interest in them. I admit that this sounded believable, but this was all too coincidental for me buy into but I kept listening carefully as Ressa spoke. I felt that there was more that she was not telling me and my instincts told me to be cautious in my dealings with these two. 

We got along well enough for the rest of the afternoon, and though we were not best friends, I could see the basics of a friendship starting to form between us. Once she informed me of what our owner expects from us, we went on to talk about past lovers, and in my case both human and non human. Of course my revelation about the horny vines had her asking me if I would take her to the spot where the plants grew.

I laughed and said that I would if we ever got into Kreet again.

Ressa winked and then cautioned me to keep the plants as our secret or perhaps our owner would get jealous.

It was late in the afternoon when San'Zal returned to us. He had news that his business went well and that the deal was sealed. He brought us food that was left over from the feast that he had with the Princes. He apologized for dinner but stated that food was in short supply here in Na'Vek and that all the Na'Tal shop owners had either fled to Kreet or had been put to death by the Ishtan.

I looked to Ressa and whispered, you will look like me soon enough if we stay here.

She shot me a baleful look and I just gave her a catty wink.

Our owner seemed to be kind enough that I did not receive a backhand across my cheek for my attempt at comedy. He let us know right off that we would be leaving Na'Tal by ship in the morning and that there was plenty of food for us on board for the journey back to Cassani.

This was actually good news for me as I had grown tired of the Kreet and the Ishtan and would be glad to put this whole mess behind me. Until I heard that we were leaving, my thoughts consisted of how to get away from this castle and where to go once I did. I was thankful that I no longer had to consider fighting my way through the Ishtan army to get out of here.

Our dinner consisted of some sort of meet that resembled pork but tasted like chicken, and a few bowls of overly cooked vegetables. It was filling but it was not tasty, which is what I had come to expect from food prepared by the Ishtan.

When Ressa and I had finished eating our dinner it was time to accompany our owner to the bathhouse. This was not the private facility that Kenna and I used earlier. Tonight we were going to one reserved for the Royals and the Nobles like our owner the Baron. There was nothing for me to change into so I left my backpack safely stored in the wardrobe collar and went out in the clothing and collar that had been provided for me. Ressa did the same, but I was a bit surprised that being San'Zor's first girl that she was not permitted to wear shoes or even sandals on her feet. Both of us made the walk from our quarters, through the castle, and along the streets of the walled in village in our bare feet. I began to appreciate the guys in Kreet that kept the streets clear of manure a whole lot more as I carefully dodged the steaming piles of horse, ox, and goat droppings along our way to the bathhouse.

We entered the bathhouse and the three of us disrobed. Ressa and I slipped into the water while our owner excused himself for a minute. The Baron wrapped a towel around his waist then joined a few of his fellow countrymen in conversation far enough away from the washing area that even with my advanced hearing I could not make out what they were saying. The Cassani language was similar to the Denvian language that was stored in my UT and while I could understand their spoken words, I could not lip read to pick up on what was said. 

Ressa was a bit bothered by the animated nature of the conversation and as we watched she took me by the arm and began washing my back. I thought that this was her way of apologizing for being rude to me earlier when her lips pressed against my ear and whispered, "This does not look good."

There were a few other girls with similar light skin tones and Ressa and I drifted over and joined them in the water. Some of the girls were Cassani, others were daughters of Na'Tal nobility that were collared servants of the Ishtan Royals and other visiting dignitaries. We pretended not to notice what was going on as the conversation our owner was involved in grew more heated.

Ressa and I kept acting as if nothing was wrong as we moved from the washing area to the bathing area. This put more distance between our owner and us. I started to ask Ressa what was happening but before I could complete the sentence a squad of Ishtan guards led by one of the junior Princes that I had seen with Shilka earlier approached the group of Cassani men.

A few of the younger Cassani men tried to resist the Ishtan and were quickly subdued. One of them struck one of the soldiers and attempted to assault the Prince. He was quickly run through by a large rather ugly looking sword as the soldiers rallied around their Prince. After the brief scuffle ended the Cassani men were led away with their hands manacled behind their backs. As San'Zal was led away he yelled something that the UT could not translate to Ressa. I suspected that he was using a language that he was sure that the Ishtan would not understand. 

Ressa took my arm and led me from the water, and in our haste to exit she let me know that we had to get out of the castle quickly. I wanted to ask about what was going on but figured that getting out of here was our first priority. My training kicked in and as we left the water my hands went to her collar and removed it. She was about protest but I told her that I would explain later but for now she needed to trust me.

We quickly dried each other off and tried to act as if nothing had happened. Ressa took no notice as I changed my wardrobe collar from San'Zal's red leather collar to my old gold collar with the Royal seal of the Prince of Kreet. I picked up a white dress belonging to one of the other girls that were still in the water and instructed Ressa to put it on quickly. She began to protest again but I put my finger to her lips to silence her protests. Just trust me play along I said, then assured her that we will get out of here. 

While Ressa was distracted I backed up into an area that was not well lit by the torches of the bathhouse and keyed in the sequence on my collar that had me dressed in the brown and tan silk outfit that I had worn to the truce talks with the Ishtan, minus the swords of course. Thankfully Ressa was unfamiliar with this outfit so there were no questions asked as to where it came from. Since her dress was stolen, she would believe that my attire was as well.

My feet were already clad in tan sandals but Ressa had no shoes so I grabbed a pair of sandals that belonged to one of the other bathers and gave them to Ressa. I put my hair up and pinned it with two metal spikes as I calmly ushered Ressa from the bathhouse.

We made our way out of the bathhouse and kept going until we had gone a safe distance. Along the way I told Ressa that she was to act as if she were my handmaiden and I would reprise my role as the Kreetin diplomatic hostage, and that we would attempt to use my status under the Rantakki Accords to get ourselves out of the castle if the Ishtan stopped us.

We kept to the shadows and made our way to the castle gate. We maintained a vigorous pace that was easy for me but was wearing poor Ressa out so at her continued insistence we stopped for a brief rest in a dark area behind one of the abandoned shops. Now that we had a few minutes I confronted Ressa and asked what all the drama was about and if she had any idea where we should go once we were outside the castle walls.

Ressa began by explaining that the island nation of Cassani and the Ishtan had been at war off and on over the last century or so and that the hostilities had ended but that the two nations were locked in sort of a cold war. She did not use the term, "Cold war", but that was my interpretation of her explanation.

Prince Nassak is considered by many to be a Royal idiot so San'Zal used his influence with him to purchase me at a price that he could not refuse, but I was not purchased for sex she informed me. I was purchased so that the Ishtan could not learn my secrets and the hope was that I could be persuaded by reward or by force to assist the Cassani as I had helped the Kreet. 

So she was in on this all the time, I thought to myself. It was a good thing that we were in a dark location so that she could not see the, "I want to slit your throat" expression I had on my face. I did have to admit that from the act that she had put on earlier, she was quite convincing in her role. I snickered to myself as the words, "Bloody spies!" slipped through my thoughts.

Ressa kept on talking as I considered how to get us out of the castle gate. I tuned back into the conversation as Ressa was going on about how the Ishtan King must have found out about the deal that her partner in crime had made with Prince Nassak, which was the reason for the Baron's arrest tonight.

Then Ressa began saying something that I really needed to hear. She detailed the part of San'Zal's plan where he had a ship waiting to take us back to Cassani, and that he had planned for all of us to set sail in the morning. She had hoped that the Ishtan did not find out about that part of the plan she confessed as she went on to say that we should make our way to the ship and have the crew set sail at once.

Finally she was saying something important and it was now obvious that her and her partner had a contingency plan, so I started to question her along these lines. I knew that I would be going along with their plan for a while, but I also knew that at the first opportunity, I was throwing her to the wolves or throwing her overboard if there was some benefit for me in doing so.

Ressa proposed that we try to rescue her owner from the Ishtan, but I quickly put an end to that idea by refusing to single handedly storm the castle dungeon to rescue someone that I barely knew.

My insistence was that we stick to the original plan and get to the ship and let the Cassani ambassador worry about getting her fellow spy out of this mess.

She reluctantly agreed and we set off for the castle's main gate. I figured that it was still early enough in the evening that we could mingle with the Ishtan as they were coming and going through the gate. We were just about through the gate when the older soldier who was assigned as my guard on the road here from Kreet recognized me.

We stopped when he called out my name and I was grateful that there was no alarm in his voice. We exchanged pleasantries before he asked me were I was going. I introduced Ressa as, "Lucy my handmaiden" and he politely took her hand in greeting. He asked where we were going and in response I pointed to a hill off in the distance to the west and said that we were just going to get away from the manure filled streets to get some fresh air and watch the moons rise.

The old soldier laughed and agreed with the bad smell part of my statement and then volunteered that he asked to be assigned to the main gate to be away from the stench of the village streets.

I laughed along with him then gave him a hug before Ressa and I walked through the gate. We made our way to the west toward the hill as we mentioned, then once we got to the hill we circled around behind it and headed south to the docks. I hiked up my silk pants and Ressa tied up her white dress and we entered a small stream. We followed the stream south until it made a gradual turn to the west. We found a gentle rocky slope and used it to exit the stream so as not to leave any footprints in the soil that would give our direction of travel away. I knew full well that by morning the stones would be dry but footprints in the mud would be there for days.

We moved through the woods until the trees and brush became too thick for us to pass. If I were traveling alone I could just continue the journey in feline form, but I was stuck with Ressa the redheaded cow and her heaving gallon-sized udders. As a spy she was well suited for applying her craft in bedrooms and bathhouses, but her build and conditioning did not make her a good field agent. 

We left the trees and headed south on the dirt road that lead to the docks. We were making good time until we came to the entrance. The entrance was walled off and there were two guards posted at the gate. Upon noticing the Ishtan guards I turned to Ressa and asked if she could take one guard out if I took the other? 

Ressa looked at me and said that had they been in the castle she could have poisoned them, or perhaps stabbed them during an intimate encounter, but she confessed that she doubted that she could subdue either of the towering muscular Ishtan guards on her own.

Together Ressa and I crept back into the trees and thick brush until we were out of view of the road. The going was slow, but once we were in a small clearing under the canopy created by the trees I told Ressa to stay put then made my way through the brush until I was out of site of Ressa. I removed my clothing using the wardrobe collar then transformed into feline form. It was now easier to for me to travel through the brush and get closer to the guards. When I got in range I climbed a sturdy tree and reverted back to human form. Using my wardrobe collar I deployed my bow and quiver of arrows. Once I could see that there was no one around to witness, I took aim and let two arrows fly and in seconds both of the Ishtan dock guards were no longer a problem for us.

I returned to Ressa having dressed as before but this time thanks to the wardrobe collar I had my katana tucked into the silk band around my waist. We made our way out of the brush and onto the road. There was no one around and most of the dock was in darkness except for the torches providing light for the night watch on the decks of the moored ships. 

We heard voices as we passed a few of the ships, and one of the drunken men of the watch called down from the deck of his ship to comment on Ressa's undulating breasts, and express what he would like to do to her if she would come up and visit him. She shot him a quick, "Maybe later" as we made our way past his boat to our final destination. I quietly disposed of my sword using the wardrobe collar when we arrived at the gangplank of the Cassani ship.

The ship was a merchant class vessel constructed of sturdy timbers with three stout masts and a brawny crew. As we made our way on deck the officer of the deck challenged us and Ressa answered his challenge with the correct pass phrase, and then introduced me as the consort of the Prince of Kreet. She explained that I had helped to rescue her from the Ishtan and that I needed safe passage out of Ishtan territory. I was surprised that she did not just introduce me as human cargo, but perhaps she did not want to alarm me, or irritate me.

The officer of the deck summoned the Captain of the ship. When the Captain arrived on deck he joined in the conversation with Ressa. Within a few minutes orders were given and the crew were summoned to their stations by a loud steady drumbeat. The Captain left us and made his way to the command deck of the ship and began barking out orders. It was not long before the sails were full and a strong steady wind was taking us away from the dock. As I looked out over the railing I could see some commotion around the dock area that we had just vacated. It seems that the Ishtan had discovered their two guards and made the assumption that our leaving and the two corpses were linked. I smiled to myself thinking of how much drama the discovery of two dead dock guards with Kreetin arrows in their chests will cause.

Once we cleared the port and were out to sea, all the torches on the deck of the ship were extinguished just in case the Ishtan navy decided to pursue us. Our Captain made several course changes before the torches were snuffed then made several after in an attempt to deceive any Ishtan followers and perhaps have them looking in the wrong direction. It must have worked because as we sailed on through the night we did not see another ship. I did my best to unofficially help the lookouts by switching on my feline night vision, but as the moons began to set and dawn was close at hand, we were alone and sailing East.

The Captain was still busy with ship's business when he released the crew from the Cassani's version of general quarters. The Captain sent his First Officer to Ressa and I to get us settled into our quarters for the trip to Cassani. Like Kreet, the Cassani were a male dominated culture and though this ship was set up as a merchant ship, it was actually crewed by the Cassani navy. There were no quarters set aside for females and the First Officer was not prepared to put us below deck with the all male crew in their open bay filled with hammocks. Instead we were taken to a tiny conference room off the small corridor leading the to Captain's quarters. We were given two hammocks and two bedrolls to make our selves comfortable. It did not take long for the hammocks to be strung up and for the two of us to be fast asleep in them.

Our hammocks were strung side by side and were connected to iron hooks bolted into opposite facing walls. Since the hammocks were side by side, I would have to crawl under her hammock as Ressa took the hammock closest to the door. When I awoke it was past midday. I slipped my legs off the side of my hammock to face the door. Ressa was still sleeping which allowed me to change my clothing using the wardrobe collar before I slipped under her hammock and quietly walked out on deck.

The air was a bit cooler now that we were out to sea and the jeans, boots, tank top and jacket worked nicely for the weather of the day. As I closed the door behind me to our quarters, the officer of the deck came to me and asked if everything was ok.

I nodded to him and smiled then asked if it was ok for me to be out on deck like this.

Of course Ma'am, he said, and then he asked if I wanted a quick tour of the ship.

Since I had never been on an actual sailing ship I took him up on his offer and let him escort me around the upper deck and through the decks below. For obvious reasons he avoided taking me through the crew's quarters as many of them were sleeping in after our abrupt late night departure from Na'Tal.

The Captain and crew treated me with the respect due a consort of a Prince, and as a possible ally. I knew that when we got to Cassani that attempts would be made to secure my cooperation by compensation or by coercion. I found out during my tour of the ship and my conversation with the officer of the deck that the trip to Cassani would take almost two months as care would be taken to avoid Ishtan and other hostile waters. So I had a long time to come up with a plan of action for when we arrive on the island of Cassani.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 29



When dinner time came we would dine with the Captain and I found out that my cabin mate Ressa held the rank of Major with the Cassani Special Services which I was pleasantly surprised to find out, especially as easy as it was for me to take control of her when she tried to slap me. The food on the ship was good, and for the first few days at sea the meet was fresh, but then after that had ran out we were eating meat that had been preserved with salt and other herbs. It was much better than the awful porridge that the Ishtan were serving, that's for sure.

We had been at sea for about three weeks and Ressa and I had become better friends but her being a spy and all caused me to be very careful about letting her get too close. During those three weeks the question of my changing outfits often came up and I was prepared for that. I had retrieved my backpack from the wardrobe collar and kept it stashed in a corner behind a couple of heavy chests. I confessed to Ressa that during our mad dash for the docks I had grabbed the bag off of a cart that was being unloaded from one of the many ships we had passed. I had altered the backpack's appearance so that it appeared to be made of Kreetin canvas instead of a futuristic fabric that could not be found here in this backward era.

Nothing much happened during the first five weeks at sea, but I could feel that this kitty was coming close to her season and on several occasions I was tempted to run naked through the open bay where the sailors slept below decks. On occasion I even had thoughts of a sexual sneak attack on Ressa while she slept, though she had never given me any indication that she would appreciate the advances of another woman. Each day was an adventure where I was constantly locked in a struggle to maintain my composure and keep Kitty slut buried deep down in side. This was the struggle I was dealing with inside my over heated brain and loins as I was leaning against the railing of the ship watching the waves pass beneath the bow. 

I was jarred out of my sexual musings when the lookout cried, "Land ahead!" This caused a few of the sailors and the officer of the deck to move to the railing near me to peer out over the waves to the tiny spit of land off in the distance. I knew it was too early for us to be arriving at Cassani, so I enquired of the First Officer if we were ahead of schedule.

He replied in the negative, which caused me to ask if we would be making a stop soon. I was hoping that we would be as it would have felt so good to have dry land under my feet if even for a few hours.

No, we will not be stopping there he said. 

The officer of the deck joined in and added that we were approaching Rontara, the Island of the Gods, and that it is forbidden to land there.

Right, said the First Officer as he volunteered that to land upon that island means certain death.

I felt that I was watching a very badly written stage play when the officer of the deck added that no one that has walked the island of Rontara has ever returned.

I once heard someone say that curiosity killed the cat and all this talk of gods and death had aroused my curiosity. Usually behind every myth or legend such as this there is a rational explanation and this got my mind to thinking about something other than sex. Once my mental wheels were in motion, all sorts of thoughts ran through my brain. I was not one to believe in gods, ghosts, demons, or evil spirits so jumping ship became a real possibility, and that possibility became closer to reality when the First Officer ordered a course correction that would have us skirting the coast of Rontara and keeping about a mile or so out to sea as we passed by.

The two officers kept on talking in turn about the legend of Rontara, but my mind was occupied trying to calculate by sight the time that our ship would be close enough to the island for me to swim the distance to the shore. My best guess was that we would be closest to the shore shortly after dark which would work out well for me, but it was unfortunate that this planet had three moons and there was always one of them shining brightly in the night sky.

The rest of the daylight hours were spent pondering my fate once I reached the island. Also of concern was that I had never crossed such a deep stretch of water and did not know what sort of creatures might lay in wait for me once I dove over the side. I thought of my peaceful little swim the day that I had met Shilka but that was in the shallow costal waters, not the deep blue water we were crossing today.

Ressa had been spending a lot of time with the ship's Captain lately and I was not sure if it was for pleasure or for business, but either way it gave me time to pack up my backpack and secure my belongings in digitized form in my wardrobe collar. I was even able to acquire a hammock and a blanket to add to my digitized collection. I figured that such comfort items might come in handy should I decide to do the big nasty with one of the muscular gods living on the forbidden island. Of course that thought brought a smile to my face and a warm flash through my needy lady parts.

It was close to nightfall when I went out on deck all ready for my swim to freedom, well I hoped that it would be freedom. At least one thing was for sure; I would be free of the Kreet, the Na'Tal, the Ishtan and the Cassani. As I sat with my little butt resting on the wooden railing at the rear of the ship's deck I watched the night watch come on duty. As the shift change occurred and the men who were relieved went off to dinner, the night watch set about lighting the torches that lit the deck of the ship. While no one was paying any attention to me, I slipped out of my clothing with the aid of the wardrobe collar, took a deep breath, shifted my weight and toppled over the railing into the water below.

I was not concerned about making a splash as the night crew had moved toward the front of the ship. The second I hit the water I dove down beneath the waves and swam as far as I could under water, then only surfaced for a few seconds once I had run out of air. That put me a good four minutes or so away from the ship and in the light of the moon I doubt that anyone could have seen me from the deck to sound the alarm.

I submerged under the water and swam for a few more minutes before surfacing. A quick look around with my night vision told me that no one had jumped in after me and that the ship was proceeding along its original course. I made the change to feline form thinking that if someone were looking out over the water from the deck, I would be less noticeable as a dark patch of wet fur.

I heard that most cats do not like the water but I had no problem with it, and I found that I was able to swim much faster with four paws than I could with two hands and two feet. I stayed in feline form for the rest of the journey and did not make the change back when my feet hit the sand of the beach. I thought that a jungle creature such as a panther would fit in much better than a naked Asian girl would if any of the so-called gods were watching.

I came ashore without incident and as my keen feline sense of smell sampled the air, there were no traces of human or animal life on the gentle breeze that blew along the shoreline. There were sounds a plenty but none that I could identify as threatening as most of the sounds were being made by tropical birds. 

I shook off the water that had collected in my black fur from my swim. This was the first time that I had to shake off a large amount of water and I found that it felt good and did it several more times. The mile or so swim left me a bit drained and thought it best to take a short catnap, no pun intended. I climbed the nearest tree that had branches instead of coconuts and curled up close to the trunk of the tree on a sturdy branch. It did not take long for me to fall asleep.

Being on my own for the first time in almost a year was a wonderful thing, so wonderful that my catnap lasted until the sun was almost up. After a quick stretch and a look around from my perch in the tree I was ready to jump down when on the horizon I noticed a rowboat, and as it neared the shore I could see four men vigorously rowing while a buxom woman with reddish blonde hair sat on a bench seat in front of the rowers.

The little boat stopped about a hundred yards off shore and I could see the woman arguing with the men but they were animated in their refusal to give in to her demands, and though I tried to listen in on the conversation with my extra sensitive hearing, the sounds of the wind and the surf were drowning out their words. After about ten minutes or so the argument ended and one of the men tossed a rock tied to a rope off the side of the boat to anchor the small craft in place. The woman then slipped over the side of the boat and started moving toward the shore. She would swim when the waves came in then walk after the swell had passed. The men sat and watched as she came ashore. I imagined that the conversation the men had with the woman was about not angering the gods, and they elected to remain out to sea while the Ressa came to look for me. 

This was the first time I had seen Ressa in anything but a red dress, but this day she was wearing brown trousers and a matching long sleeve shirt, and affixed to her waist with a leather belt was a crude sword. She carried her black leather knee high boots until she was out of the water, then she sat on a large piece of driftwood and slipped them on. There was no way that I was just going to walk up to her, surrender and be led back to the ship to be handed over to her spy masters when we got back to Cassani. I vowed that even if I was the only living humanoid on this island, I would rather live out my life here than return to the political circus that the nations of this planet put on and called diplomacy.

I allowed Ressa to dry off a bit and look around. I could see that she was looking for human footprints but only found the tracks of a few small critters and one very large black cat. As she made her way up the beach toward the low brush that connected the beach to a small clearing beyond, I jumped down from my tree and began stalking her. She seemed nervous as she moved about, constantly looking around and back over her shoulder. I suspect that she was expecting the great Vorlon God Voogie to pop out and make a snack of her flesh at any moment.

Ressa drew her sword and began hacking her way through the light brush when I padded up silently behind her and let out the most vicious growl that I could make which caused her to stop dead in her tracks. Ressa raised her sword and readied to strike as she slowly turned around. Her eyes grew wide and I could see the goose bumps form on her exposed flesh, and even though she was wearing a fairly thick shirt, I could see that her enormous nipples were rock hard which told me that she was in fight or flight mode. This I could use to my advantage I thought as I moved carefully toward her.

I knew that she was not a fighter and that was confirmed by the clumsy manner in which she swung the sword at me. I was too far away to hit but I guess this was her way of trying to ward me off. I continued to stalk and circle her as she had backed up toward the water and was standing exposed on the beach. After a few minutes of swinging her sword I could tell the combination of fear and the energy expended by swinging the sword was wearing her down. This is when I stopped in front of her and transformed back to human form.

I stood before her naked, wearing nothing but my golden collar while she let her sword slip from her hand and stood before me speechless. Welcome to my island I said, and then thanked her for bringing me back home.

Of course this was a lie but she had just seen me transform from a large panther to human form and being that this was the so-called island of the gods, I thought I would use this to have a little fun with the woman that was so eager to take me back to Cassani as her prize.

Ressa stuttered a bit then dropped to her knees as if she were talking to an actual God or in my case, a beautiful Asian Goddess and I was eating up every moment of her groveling and begging for forgiveness. I was about to send her on a quest to bring me back a couple of fresh coconuts from yon coconut tree when I noticed as I looked over her shoulder that the crew of her row boat were pulling up their anchoring rock in preparation to leave. I laughed, as I looked Ressa over then motioned for her to look out to sea. When she turned and looked I suggested that she swim very fast if she were to catch them.

In a panic Ressa began running for the water's edge, stripping off her clothing as she ran. I was enjoying the sight of her naked body running as fast as her pudgy legs could carry her, but one thing that was a mystery to me is how she did not end up with two black eyes with those enormous breasts bouncing wildly in front of her with each stride that she took. I would have thought that the sight of those two monster mammary glands bouncing toward them would have been enough for her rowboat crew to stop and wait for her, but I guess that their fear of the gods was more dominant than the desire for her naked voluptuous body.

Ressa tried hard to catch up with the boat but she was not such a good swimmer and not in the best physical shape, though she did have a nice figure, the muscles under those sensuous curves were weak and in need of some gym time. I could see that she was in trouble as she had been swimming faster and farther than her conditioning and endurance would allow. She was having a tough time keeping her head above water and even though we were not best friends, I did not want to see her drown so I set off running for the water then dove in as soon as I was in deep enough to begin swimming. It did not take long for my slender form to slice through the water to get to Ressa. She was pretty much exhausted and it was easy for me to get her onto her back and hook my arm under her chin. I swam on my back using one arm and kicked with my legs until I was able to pull her in close enough to the shore to allow us both to stand. She lumped against me as I draped her arm over my shoulder and slipped my arm around her waist. I got her in as far as a pile of driftwood and then set her down on one of the larger logs. For the longest time she lay on her side coughing up water and gasping for air, but from what I could see, she would be ok once she composed herself and caught her breath.

I collected up Ressa's clothing, boots and sword and set them neatly on the driftwood that she was resting on. I cautioned her not to remain out in the sun for too long as her fair skin was beginning to tinge pink. While Ressa was composing herself and getting dressed, I used the wardrobe collar and dressed myself in my comfortable tan chamois skirt and halter top with matching knee high boots as I reprised my little barbarian girl look that I liked so much on the road to Grimsod. I slung the belt holding my sheathed katana over my shoulder to bring it to rest across my back. Being that we were on the Island of the Gods, I was not concerned about Ressa seeing me dress by using my collar; after all, who was she going to tell that would believe her?

We made our way through the low brush and found an old stone path leading away from the beach. It was obvious that this path had not been used for a long time and though the fine grass had grown high in between the stones, it was much better taking this route than having to hack our way through the brush. We walked for about a half hour along the path until it brought us to the base of a gentle hill. We made our way up the hill and before us was what appeared to be a small village that had been abandoned long ago.

It took us another twenty minutes to make our way to the village, and Ressa was showing signs of fatigue. We stopped for a rest at the first structure that we came to. While Ressa reclined against an interior wall out of the sun, I went for a stroll around the immediate area and came across a well. I found an old coconut shell that made a passable cup and I filled it with water then took a sniff, followed by a small sip. The water appeared safe so I filled the cup a few more times for myself, then took a full cup back to Ressa. 

After a long rest we set about exploring the village. Ressa started to question me about the village and the island, but I had no answers for her. I tap danced around most of the questions then confessed that my people had come from this island but this is my first time being here and that this was all new to me as well. I was surprised that she bought into my latest lie, and I had to admit that I was becoming quite good at this lying game. 

When it appeared that we had made our way through the entire village and found no threats, we decided to spend the night here and then take the wide road we had found that led out of town to see where it would take us. We found a sturdy two-story house that like all the others of the village was constructed of rammed earth with a terracotta roof that was still intact. Ressa volunteered to clean out a sleeping area and light a fire in the kitchen and I tasked myself to find us something to eat.

I stripped off my clothing without using my collar and arranged my belongings neatly on a table in what was once a bedroom. The wooden bed frame and table were intact but the finish had long since been warn away by time and weather on the inside of this windowless house. None of the houses in the village had windows and being that this was a tropical zone, only wooden shutters were needed against the occasional thunderstorm that would roll in. I changed into my feline form and sauntered down the worn stone steps from the second floor, then slinked past Ressa as she was cleaning out the kitchen with an old broom that had seen better days. She looked long and hard at me as I left the house, but did not say anything as she kept to her sweeping.

It did not take me long to latch onto the scent of our evening meal. I followed the scent until I came across a small group of wild pigs. These were not the large tusked boars that I knew from Kreet. These were more like domesticated pigs that their owners had abandoned long ago. It did not take long for me to run down a fairly large one once they scattered in all directions. I changed back to my human form then gutted the animal before carrying it back to the village, which was not too far away. I made quite a site to Ressa as I walked in naked with this gutted pig draped over my shoulder. I left the animal on the old kitchen table for Ressa before I went out to the well to wash up while she began to cook the pig over the fire that she had prepared in the stove.

Ressa and I discussed the village and the condition that we had found it in, as well as the fate of the people that used to live here. The style of the houses and small shops reminded me of pictures that I had seen of old Pompeii before Mount Vesuvius erupted. From the condition of the buildings and the furnishings inside, it would seem that the village had been unoccupied for fifty to one hundred years, perhaps longer but then we were only guessing and were not trained archeologists. After we ate we split up and searched the neighboring houses to see if we could find any hint as to why this village had been abandoned, but could find nothing.

We found writings baked into clay tablets and inscriptions carved into walls and heavy timbers supporting door doorways, roofs, and other structures. There were also plaques of sorts adorning several buildings that appeared to be shops at one time. When the sun began to set we decided to sleep on the second floor of the building where we had dinner. We tipped over a few chairs and laid out some dry branches across the floor and on the steps so that if anyone entered our temporary home they would eventually make some sort of noise that would alert me to their presence. 




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Ressa pick out a corner in what used to a bedroom to sleep in and remained clothed throughout the night. I used the wardrobe collar to strip off my clothing and transitioned to my feline form. I found a spot at the top of the stairs where I curled up with my head facing the stairs so I had a commanding view of the entrance and the kitchen area. I slept comfortably most of the night but was awakened several times by Ressa's stirrings. To put it politely, she rolled around a lot and from time to time she snored like a planetary shuttle during take off.

When morning came we both went to the well to drink and wash up. I left the house without clothing but Ressa seemed a bit more modest and chose to strip after we made the trek to the well. I tried to assure her that there was no one around to ogle her but she took no comfort in that and remained clothed as much as possible. This made me wonder how she functioned as a red dress wearing pleasure slave in service to San'Zal. 

My guess now is that it was all a cover and she never really had to properly function in that role. Perhaps I would have been more suited to service our former owner and his so-called customers than the amply endowed Ressa. This whole line of thinking only served to remind me that it had been quite a while since this Kitty had a chance to purr if you know what I mean. I started thinking of forcing myself on Ressa or perhaps going out in search of a size compatible feline to scratch my itch, but on second though I was not in a great hurry to have some alien Tom sink his fangs into my shoulder and slice up my most delicate woman parts with his barb covered penis. 

As we left our temporary residence and headed for the wide stone road we found the previous day, I began looking at Ressa and pondering her value as a sex partner as so far it seems like we were the only two sentient life forms on the island.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 30



Memoirs of Kitty Siam - Statues and Obelisks.

Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. - The Doctor

We left the small village early in the morning and began following the road that led from the village. The road showed signs of not being used in the same manner as the stone path we had followed the day before. The island was much larger than I had originally thought and when the noon hour came we were still walking the road and from our current location, there was no end in sight.

We made a rest stop in a grove of fruit bearing trees and ate our fill of what tasted like pears and apples. It was not the meat that my body was craving but it was filling and the natural sugars gave us both enough of an energy boost to allow us to resume our journey.

We continued on until the late afternoon when we stopped again for refreshment. We decided that we would go a few more hours and if we found nothing by then we would stop somewhere safe for the night. Throughout the day we had passed a few small lone standing houses in what were now over grown fields. At one time these structures had probably belonged to family farmers and the fields surrounding the houses were once fertile farmland.

The sun was close to the horizon and would be setting in an hour or so, that is when we spotted a small structure in the distance, and we quickly agreed that we would stop there for the night. This rammed earth house was in similar disrepair as the one that we had stayed in the previous night, but unlike that one, this house only had one floor. There were no room dividers and the living areas, kitchen, dining area were in the same room.

Like we did the previous day, Ressa cleaned the kitchen while I went out and ran down dinner. It did not take me long to ambush a flock of birds that somewhat resembled a turkey, and snag one in my claws for dinner. I gave the bird to Ressa and she cooked it over the fire that she has built while I was out hunting. She was becoming quite the little housewife I thought as I watched her work in the kitchen. Perhaps she had missed her true calling, as she seemed to be a better housewife then she was a spy.

The evening was uneventful and we both slept well after a long day of walking, and when morning came we washed up in a nearby stream then hit the road again. As we walked the road yesterday we were walking over fairly level ground, but this morning the road was leading us to a group of low rolling hills. The road avoided the hills and snaked its way around them and then opened up again into a flat plain. As soon as we rounded the last hill we could see a small city in the center of the plain surrounded by low hills on all sides. Rising up from the center of the city was what appeared to be a man made hill or pyramid with a flat top that contained a white structure that looked like it was a temple of some sort.

Once we cleared the hills it was not long before we came to the first of many pure white marble statues that lined the road. At first the statues were spaced about a hundred feet apart but as we neared the city the distance between the statues became less until they were right next to each other and perhaps a man width apart. It was past the noon hour when we entered the city and we stopped for a rest and some nourishment. We took a snack break and killed a good hour or two munching on some fruits and nuts that we had come across near the city gates. During our stop and it was becoming obvious that Ressa's lack of conditioning was starting to take its toll on her. She had become sluggish and her muscles had tightened up once she stopped moving. It took some coaxing and some assistance to get her back onto her feet. She complained that her back was hurting her and I wanted to make a catty comment to her about the size of her breasts being the cause of her back problems, but there was no need for that sort of thing since we were getting along fairly well at the moment. Once I got her on her feet it did took a bit of prodding to get her to start walking again.

As we made our way toward the city center we stopped on occasion to inspect some of the more interesting statutes we came across. All of them in this area were of men and women of adult age, but there were no statues of children or animals that we could see. It appeared that the statues were a representation of the various races from the planet as some could be easily identified as Ishtan, Kreet, and Na'Tal, but there were many that neither Ressa nor I could identify as belonging to a specific country or ethnic group. I did note however that there were no statues that sported Asian features so I still considered myself a minority of one on this planet. 

All of the statues were sans clothing and appeared to have been created from nude subjects. They appeared to be similar in style and appearance to the sort of statues that you would see in a Greek or Roman museum display except that no fig leafs were used to hide the genitalia. Speaking of genitalia, as we came closer to the center of the city and the temple, the male statues were in a surprising state of arousal. Ressa and I compared notes and erotic thoughts as we made our way down the main avenue that led to the temple. 

Seeing all of these aroused male statues had many impure thoughts running through my mind. Thoughts like ditching Ressa and impaling myself on one or more of these well-endowed hunks of masculine marble. I considered this then looked over at Ressa, and I could see that her face was flushed and her nipples were erect and pressing firmly against the inside of her thick shirt. I believe she was having similar thoughts.

We were within an hour or so of sunset when we finally made it to the multitude of steps that led up to the temple. The steps were very steep and stretched upward for perhaps two hundred feet before leveling off onto the grand plateau that contained the white marble temple. As we were about to ascend the steps I got a whiff of something on the wind that smelled like dinner. I asked Ressa to wait for me while I went to check out the source of the smell, but Ressa had other ideas. She said that if she stopped walking now that she would never be able to make the climb to the top of the steps and I knew that she was right. I knew that her muscles would stiffen up as soon as she stopped for a rest so I agreed with her and she began a slow trek up the steps.

The wildlife on Rontara was quite safe from what we had seen along our journey. Perhaps the greatest hazard from the wildlife on the island came from coconuts being dropped on your head by a bratty monkey. 

I changed into feline form and it was not long before I chased down a small deer that had wandered into the city. Once again I did not bother to cloth myself and headed back to the temple stairs as naked as the day I emerged from the birthing chamber. I found a well along the way and cleaned myself then continued the rest of the way being careful not to come in contact with any of the blood still dripping from the creature's carcass.

I ascended the steps leading up to the temple and as I got closer I could see that the structure was bathed in light from the many torches mounted to the thick columns surrounding it. Ressa must have been busy I thought to myself and as I got to the top of the steps I called out for her when I did not see her. There was no answer so I called out again and got the same result. I set the carcass down and began to look around. I walked the outer edge of the plateau thinking that Ressa may still be walking around lighting the torches, but she was no where to be found.

In the center of the plateau there were another set of steps leading up to a platform that was the actual temple complex. The temple was constructed in a manner similar to the temples of the ancient Greeks. Strong thick columns of carefully carved and polished marble supported the roof and protected the likeness of the God from the elements in the center, but in this temple there was no statue of a God, just a tall, clear crystal obelisk that was etched with the same symbols that we had noticed on many of the buildings that we had passed on our way to the city center. 

In the temple area there were a few of the statues similar to those that we had seen along our way here, but these ones appeared more muscular and if I had to guess, I would say that they were probably supposed to be depictions of the temple guards. I had no proof of this as they were not holding weapons, but the male statues looked very brawny like the gladiators of old, though I doubt that the Romans had seven-foot tall gladiators. They were definitely too masculine and well built to be representations of the temple priests.

After staring at the obelisk for a few seconds trying to make figure out what the writing could mean, I looked around the inside of the temple and there on the floor toward obelisk in the center was a trail of clothing leading to a very naked Ressa lying on the floor. She was laying on her back with her head turned to the side and her legs were splayed open displaying her womanhood and the thin patch of reddish blonde fur that covered her tender parts. As I cautiously crept closer I could see that she was laying in a puddle of liquid that appeared to be a very watered down version of the paste that human children used to play with long ago.

I stopped in my tracks and looked around as it appeared that we most likely were not alone but I could not sense anything, or anyone and there were no alerting smells on the wind, but as I crept closer my nostrils caught a strange smell that reminded me of dust from a construction site.

I rushed to Ressa's side and leaned over her, I could barley detect movement in her chest that would indicate that she was still breathing. From her mouth came a weak gurgling sound as she tried to exchange the air in her lungs. As I looked her over I could see that paste-like substance coating her face, chest and torso. There was also a small steady stream of the substance leaking from between her legs and the corner of her mouth. I started to drop to one knee beside her when the obelisk in the center of the temple began to emit a purple light, and as the light traveled up the length of the obelisk I stood to face it.

I did not know what this was but I knew that something like this should not be happening on a backward planet such as this. As I faced the obelisk I forgot about Ressa and since there was nowhere to run to or nowhere to hide, I began to walk toward the source of the light to investigate. I was convinced that somehow this crystalline device was responsible for Ressa's condition and I wanted to understand what had slimed her like that. I stopped to take a look back over my shoulder at Ressa, but when I heard an odd humming sound in front of me I turned back to face the obelisk and when I did, an iridescent purple beam shot from the top of the obelisk and bathed my naked body in an eerie purple light that caused my muscles to twitch and my skin to tingle. 

I tried to move my arms but they felt as if they were made of lead and would not move, and soon I realized that my legs were just as useless. A second beam was then directed at me from the top of the obelisk. This new beam illuminated the top of my head and momentarily scrambled my thoughts and made me feel as if my head were spinning. I felt dizzy for a few minutes while the beam focused on my forehead, then as it moved southward, and intense tingling sensation followed the light as it moved down to my feet. The white beam paused at my feet for a moment then worked its way back to my head while the purple beam held me in place. The white light changed to pretty pink and then it focused on my head. It was then that the two metal spikes I had holding my hair up fell to the ground as if they were pulled out by some unseen magnetic force.

The pink beam was turned off and the purple beam intensified in brightness and as it grew brighter, I felt as if my leg muscles had turned to string cheese. I tried to remain standing but my knees bent involuntarily and I dropped down to the marble floor of the temple. I found that my arms were now somewhat functional and I tried hard to push myself up from a kneeling position but without cooperation from my non-functioning legs, I was not going anywhere any time soon.

As I struggled to stand the white beam returned but this time it was a focused point and touched me between the eyes and just above the bridge of my nose. The intensity of the beam forced me close my eyes as the light coming toward me was dazzling my vision. I could not tell what the light was intended for but as the light lingered my thoughts became disorganized. I could not plan, I could not reason, I could not react in any way as it seemed that my brain had been invaded by random thoughts and actions that were not my own. The light probed my thoughts for a period of time that I could not comprehend, and while I was being probed it seemed as if the events of my life were passing before my closed eyes. Hours, minutes, weeks, days all ran together while my mind was switched into neutral by the probing light.

When the lights were turned off, my mental functions were returned to normal but my legs were still failing to cooperate. I quickly thought that perhaps this was what knocked out poor Ressa, but that theory did not hold up when I remembered the thick paste-like liquid that covered her body and was puddled around her on the floor. When I opened my eyes I noticed that two of the marble statues had stepped down from their pedestals and had moved in front of me. As my eyes fluttered and began to focus, my big brown eyes were starting at the two most beautiful lengths of man-meat that I had ever had the chance to gaze upon. I thought that these two magnificent poles deserve to be immortalized in marble and I could not help but smile and lick my lips before I realized that Kitty was about to go into slut mode.

Once I stopped drooling over the two marble man-tools that were filling my immediate field of vision I cast my eyes upward and took in the physique and facial features of the two living statues. They were much shorter than the Ishtan, and the Kreet, and perhaps a little taller than the Cassani, which in my estimation put them at about four inches taller than me. Their chests, legs and arms were massive and armored well with thick muscle. I thought to myself that these two hulks could pretty much bend any Ishtan into a very small pretzel even though the Ishtan men have a generous height advantage.

My musings were interrupted when the closest statue moved his open hand toward me and cupped the back of my head. With a silent gentle tug he pulled my mouth to his thick marble pole, then rubbed the head of his manhood against my lips. I expected the head to feel like a cold rock as it touched my lips but was surprised to feel a strange softness and warmth from this now living statue.

They did not teach this at the academy, but it was easy to recognize and appreciate the inter-galactic "open your mouth and suck it," signal that the statue was giving me as his hand pulled gently against the back of my head. Being the little wanton Kitty that I was, I eagerly opened my mouth and let the living marble phallus enter my mouth. As it slid in I pressed my tongue to the underside and was able to feel thick pulsing veins on the underside just as one would expect to feel on a humanoid male. I was surprised at the feeling of the pliable marble member, it was smooth and slippery, but not slippery from lube or liquid, it was slippery because it was highly polished. The marble shaft was warm as well, not cool or room temperature as you would expect from a statue. Being warm to the touch I estimated that it was about four or five degrees warmer than my body temperature, which I found to be quite comfortable as it slid its way into my willing mouth.

The girth of the statue's pole was a comfortable fit for my mouth and my lips did not have to stretch much to allow entry. The length was a bit of a problem though as it was about an inch or two longer than what I would consider a comfortable fit up top or down below. For such a marble behemoth he was quite gentle as he held my head and began moving slowly in and out of my mouth. As always, sucking on a nice healthy hunk of man-meat got my motor running and I could feel myself immediately getting wet down below. When the marble member would move inside my mouth I used my tongue to lick and caress the underside. Usually when I would add a little suction to my tongue caresses, this would illicit moans of pleasure from my partner but this living hunk of rock made no sound that would indicate that my technique was giving pleasure. The quickening of his thrusting was the only positive feedback I was getting from my efforts.

While my mouth was busy with the first statue, the second one stepped behind me and started doing the second thing that gets my juices flowing. His strong marble fingers found my breasts and as his palms flattened against my little mango sized orbs he began to squeeze gently at first, and then his massage grew in intensity as my body began to respond. His hands were as warm as the probing phallus in my mouth and felt so good against my very sensitive breasts and nipples. The sensations from my mouth and chest met in my sexually charged brain and spurred me on to voluntarily move my mouth faster on the thickly veined shaft.

Seeing that I was cooperating, my head was released and I began sliding my lips and hand up and down the long thick pole in my mouth, my head moving slowly as my lips and tongue repeatedly caressed the marble manhood in my mouth. As I started to take control and move faster, the statue behind me moved around to the side and placed my free hand on his manly branch and as my fingers closed around it, I pulled my lips away from statue number one, then moved them to engulf statue number two.

Both marble men were of similar size and girth so there was no problem going back and forth between their two magnificent members. I was in heaven as my mouth feasted on these two thrusting shafts in turn. They were very accommodating to each other and there was no sound of despair or disappointment as I alternated between them. I kept my hands moving at all times and continued to stroke them both even when they were inside my mouth. As I continued to work them both over with my mouth and hands, there were no vocal indications that I was giving them pleasure. The only feedback I was able to understand was that they would both start thrusting a little bit faster each time I took them into my mouth. 

Even though they were thrusting faster, they were still careful not to push in too hard or deep and the few collisions that had occurred with the back of my throat were my fault as I was a bit more excited than they were it seemed and tried to take too much of them inside too fast. I was thankful once again that my gag reflex had been eliminated which usually allowed the back of my throat to take a bit of a pounding, and soon that sort of pounding began as the current statue that I was munching on began to thrust harder and faster which caused more collisions with the back of my throat. It did not take long after the hard thrusting began for the flexible marble pipe in my mouth began to spew its gift. 

As the head pushed in it began to pump its first thick stream into my mouth. Not being in all the way the first thick spray impacted against the roof of my mouth and coated my tongue. The blast was more powerful than anything that my mouth had experienced and the thick chalky goo sloshed around my mouth and spilled out of the corner of my mouth before I could get a tight seal. I had never tasted anything like this as the hot thick slurry coated my tongue. It was not sweet, it was not sour... it tasted more like a watered down form of plaster or perhaps cement. There was an inhuman grittiness to this white emulsion and even though it was an unfamiliar taste to me, my academy training kicked and I began to swallow as fast as I could knowing that most males expect this. I was able to swallow most of what was deposited in my mouth though from time to time there was more than I could handle and a fair amount had leaked out of my mouth and cascaded down off my chin to stain my bare breasts below.




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The flow was thick and heavy for several minutes and I was thankful when his eruption has subsided and he pulled his precious pole from my mouth. My hands kept moving up and down the members of both statues while I used the time my mouth was empty to take in several quick gulps of air. It did not take long for the second statue to use his hand and twist his my head to face his member, and as he pressed his member to my lips I opened wide and engulfed him once again, and he just like the first statue began to use my mouth rapidly. 

I lost track of the first marble man as my mouth worked to satisfy his partner, and it was not long before he too was spurting his overly thinned plaster mix into my mouth. I closed my eyes and concentrated on swallowing it all but my concentration was broken as I felt his accomplice begin working two thick fingers into my dripping little kitty from behind. 

I began rocking softly as I helped impale myself on the fingers probing into me from behind, all the while my mouth and hand continued to milk the chalky tasting goo from the statue standing before me. As the flow began to subside I was easily able to take more of the stream down my throat and less of it was leaking down my chin and onto my breasts. As things began to slow down with my sexual partners, I began to feel a strange sensation coursing outward from my tummy. 

It began as a strange warmness then transmuted to a dull tingle that radiated out from my full stomach, through my chest and hips, then out to my limbs then finally reaching my brain. I tried to make sense of what was happening but this was an unusual sensation, which I had never had before. It was not painful or annoying in anyway, but it was causing me a bit of concern and I began to wonder if there was some sort of venom or toxic agent in all of that liquid marble cum that I had just swallowed. My mind quickly turned to thoughts of Ressa lying near by and I began to wonder if the goo that had been blasted down my throat was what had left her in an unconscious state. It was after these thoughts began that I set my PDA to its medical diagnostic mode and instructed it to monitor my vital signs and body functions for anomalies.

My mental investigation was interrupted as I felt two strong and very warm marble hands gripping my hips from behind. My backside and hips were lifted up into a standing position. I tried to get my legs to firm up and support me but they were still weak from the force of the obelisk's beam. I found that I did not really need to use my legs, as the hands on my hips were strong enough to support me. When I took stock of my position I noticed that both statues had switched places and the one that had just filled my mouth was standing behind me with the head of his marble monster pressing against the slender lips of my dripping little slit. Just a soft push was all it took and the head of its shaft pierced its way between my lips and slowly sank into my soft wetness.

As I gasped out a wanton sigh of pleasure, the statue in front of me pushed his member into my mouth, and on reflex I opened wide to comply as my mouth was once again filled.

The statue behind me moved slowly at first, which allowed my little kitty to once again stretch to accommodate such a thick pole, and then once he felt that I was comfortable he began to move in deeper with each thrust. Several times as he was adjusting himself to my dimensions he struck bottom and understood that my winces slight yelps meant that he had gone too deep. An adjustment was made and he began to pick up speed once my limits were understood. 

As he thrust in behind me, his partner began moving faster in my mouth as his hands took control of my head. I was now supported and corralled on both ends and though I tried to keep up with both of their movements, their grip and thrusts were too strong that the best thing that I could do was remain still and let them use me as they wished. 

I lost track of time as they both continued to slide in an out of me, but I knew that they did not last as long this time as they had previously and it was as if on cue they both began to fill me at the same time. The statue behind me rammed in deep and once his head was lodged up against my cervix he began to fill me with his plaster-like mixture. My little kitty was wrapped tightly around his spurting pole, which gave his emulsion no place to go, but deep inside me. Even my own orgasm was not powerful enough to expel our mixed orgasmic fluids past my lower lips stretched tightly around his gushing pole. I felt his warm goo forcing its way deep inside me and it felt that the eruption would go on forever.

It was hard to concentrate on swallowing, and I lost a good portion of the mixture that was being shot into my mouth. It took several thick powerful jets flowing down my chin before I was able to get a good seal around the member in my mouth. Both man-logs continued to pump into me and fill my stomach and lower abdomen for several minutes, and just when it felt that I could take no more, they both stopped thrusting and the flow of their liquid marble cum and my powerful orgasm subsided.

I felt full at both ends now and I was given a few much-needed minutes to catch my breath and to allow my post-orgasmic spasms to subside. I slipped back down to my knees for a rest and began wiping the cooling goo from my lips, chin, and cheeks. I tried to assess how my body was holding up to this onslaught when once again I felt that warm tingling feeling spreading out from my stomach, and now it was spreading out from my well-used little kitty as well. As the feeling spread throughout me I began to feel tired and as I looked down my bare torso at the goo that had leaked from my mouth, I could see that my honey colored skin was beginning to lighten slightly. As the color change observation was sinking in, a wave of fatigue washed over me as the PDA chimed out, "Warning, electrolyte levels have fallen... body electrical output is now at 87 micro volts from 104 micro volts".

Though my mind was focused on my carnal needs, the PDA warning had me concerned about the possibility that the slurry being injected into me was causing the drastic change in my body's electrical processes. 

Once again my thoughts were interrupted as my marble partners switched places and I was once again helped to my feet, but this time instead of being mounted from behind I was lifted off the ground by two strong hands under my armpits. The statue facing me lowed me down onto his upward pointing pole while his partner spread my legs and allowed him easy entry to my slurry-dripping tunnel.

Once I slid down his pole and his head came to rest again my cervix, his cohort wrapped my legs around the back of the statue that I was impaled on and I got the hint and locked my ankles together as my legs wrapped over his hips. At the same time I wrapped my arms around his neck to help him support my lithe frame, but he really did not need much help. His big strong hands gripped my tiny butt and began lifting me slowly then pulled me down to meet his every upward thrust. He was standing erect and moving me up and down on his massive shaft, impaling me over and over and I began to match his movements with mine. 

I did my best to assist him as he took me hard and fast. My panting cries of, "Harder", and "Faster" appeared to fall on deaf stone ears but when I started using my arms and legs to rapidly skewer myself over and over, he got the hint and began to comply with the desires of my needy little kitty.

In a standing position he bounced me up and down hard and fast and pretty much tossed me around like a small Asian ragdoll as his manhood speared me roughly. It did not take long for my first orgasm to start in this position and it seemed like the first one cascaded into the second, then the third. I was out of breath and panting hard as I gasped for air and I was beginning to think that this round was never going to end, and even as he continued to spear himself into me, I did not want any of this to end and to my amazement I loudly vocalized that I wanted more.

More is what I got as his hands gripped my hips and forced me down hard on his up thrusting member and then once again I felt the incredible heat of his gush as once again my little kitty was filled with the thick white emulsion. He held me down on his pole and once again my lower lips tightened around him and prevented his goop and my juices from escaping and they were once again all forced up in side me. 

I continued to flex my legs and ride him even though his movements were slowing down. I was out of breath and needed time to rest but my body and insatiable little kitty would have none of that and I believed that my stony partners understood my needs and instead of giving me time to rest, statue number one passed me off to statue number two and as he took control of me, he slid my quivering stretched little quim down hard on his pole. I wrapped my legs and arms around him as well and continued to aid the second statue in the sexual abuse of my womanhood. 

I was so lost in the pleasure of the moment that I totally ignored the warning coming from my PDA that repeated, "Warning, electrolyte levels have fallen... body electrical output has fallen to 32 micro volts. This warning was accompanied by yet another expansion of the heat and numbness that was spreading outward from my overly filled lady parts. As I was lost in lust, once again I chose to ignore this warning as well and soon I was begging my current partner for more.

As the heat and numbness spread out from my torso to my arms and legs, the effects grew exponentially and soon my extremities were fairly numb again and in such a weakened state that I could no longer keep my arms and legs wrapped around my current stone lover, and as my muscles began to relax, my partner carried me across the temple, past the crystal obelisk to a marble alter. He sat himself down on the alter then settled onto his back as he kept himself buried deep inside me. I did my best to adjust to this new position and allowed my legs to splay on either side of him.

I was in a great position to ride his massive thickly veined pole but my legs just would not function and I was nothing more than a limp doll astride the body of this living marble gladiator. Once again it was my stone lover that took hold of my hips and began to thrust upward, and each thrust was powerful enough to lift my now useless legs up off the alter we were on. I looked down upon my lover with blurry vision and tried to notice any change in his facial expression but there was nothing, no changes whatsoever.

My ponderings of my lover's face were interrupted as I felt the other guardian moving behind me to kneel on the alter astride his partner and my legs. I got a terrible feeling of dread and impending pain when I felt the head of his massive member press against my tight virgin anus. I quickly hissed out a, "No please, not there." plea but my begging was ignored. He pushed forward slowly and the head popped in and it felt as if the insufficiently lubricated monster that had just been forced inside tore my little delicate sphincter. I was thankful that he was trying to be gentle, but even being gentle was painful as he pushed in deeper.

As he pushed in again I turned my head to look back over my shoulder and felt a tear stream down my cheek as he pushed in even deeper. I let out a sharp gasp and a moan and pain and pleasure mixed and a powerful orgasm began as his partner was thrusting harder and faster upward unto me as my backside was violated.

The statue below me gripped my hips, and the statue behind me wrapped his huge hands around my waist and there was nowhere to go as I was held tightly in their combined grasp. I was a quivering mess as my orgasm continued while the statue behind me began pushing in deeper. Finally the assailant behind me forced his full shaft all the way inside my badly stretched and possibly torn little butthole, and as he held himself deep inside me I let out a cry of pain, and as my mouth was fully opened, a third set of hands gripped my head and turned me to face forward. 

As I looked up at the owner of this third set of hands I came to the realization that I had failed to notice a third statue that had come to life and was standing on the alter with his legs astride the shoulders of the guardian that was under me.

With one quick motion he forced his equally impressive pole into my mouth and adjusted his grip on my head, then slid one hand under my jaw to support my head. My mind was in a total state of confusion and this new entry into my mouth caused yet another orgasm. As my body quivered in the grip of these three massive stone creatures, they began to pick up the pace and began to get into a rhythm as all three of my holes were being plunged hard and deep.

My thoughts drifted back to Shilka when she was in a similar situation and I was thankful that these three marble men were not the same size as the Ishtan princes that had violated her so terribly. Though I felt at times as if I were being torn apart, there was a gentleness to their movements inside me, though the log lodged deep in my backside did not feel so gentle. I knew it could be worse and I did my best to relax back their as they had their way with me repeatedly.

I had lost track of the number of orgasms that I had had and my body was starting to go limp as my energy was being expended now at an alarming rate. My mind was having trouble focusing on anything except when the next orgasm would kick off, but from time to time I was beginning to wonder how much more of this I could take. It had been a while since any of my lovers had launched their slurry into me and my bottom two holes were beginning to feel like they were being rubbed raw. Even though I was growing sore down their, my little kitty was still pumping out its wetness as it was being impaled over and over.

My lovers began to increase their movements and my mouth, and my two lower holes were speared over and over at a greater pace until all at once the three of them exploded. Most normal males will shoot less each time they cum but not these three stone men, they came hard, and long and kept pumping into me over and over again. I did my best to swallow hard but as usual, the stream was too powerful and I was losing fluid out of the corners of my mouth. 

I swallowed copious amounts of the plaster-like fluid, and at the same time as I was helping them to fill my distended stomach, my bowels and abused little kitty were also being pumped full of the same thick slurry. As I began to think that my body could not hold another drop, my PDA sent an urgent warning message saying, "Warning, electrolyte levels have fallen... body electrical output has fallen to 10 micro volts, seek medical attention immediately".

I was vaguely aware of the warning and even if I could heed the warnings, there was nothing that I could do about them as demonstrated by my lovers as they disentangled themselves from me. I attempted to assist them but there was no strength in my limbs. They moved me around like a doll as they climbed off of the alter and left me lying on my back staring up at the marble ceiling. Two of the stone guardians had moved off and left me with only the guardian that had just filled my mouth. He moved down to my feet and pulled my body down so that my cum-soaked little butt was resting against the edge of the table. He took control of my ankles and pushed my legs up so that my thighs were pressed against my tummy that now looked like it was sporting a little baby bump from all the slurry that had been pumped inside all three of my orifices.

He positioned himself so that the head of his impressive tool was pressed against my backdoor and then as he pushed my legs tightly against my chest, he pushed himself into my slurry-leaking rectum. I wanted to resist this newest assault on my previously virgin hole but I did not have the strength or will to do so, and even though my slender body had been so abused by these massive marble men, my mind was still crying out for more and subconsciously my mouth opened as I looked at my latest lover and begged him softly for more. 

As soon as the word left my lips he pushed forward and slid himself into my stretched backside, then he pulled back and pushed all the way in. My vision was blurry but I could still see his outline as a loud gasp of pleasure left my lips and continued begging for more. His grip tightened on my ankles as he pushed in again and this time I could feel his thighs touching my firm little butt cheeks. I was able to clear my vision enough to see his entire pole buried deep inside me.

Slowly he began to move in and out of me then built up speed as I adjusted to his intrusion. Unlike his partner, he was not so gentle as he began to piston me hard and fast. I wanted to cum and thought I was going to but he was moving too hard and fast and the pain was putting off the orgasm that I desired. It took him a few minutes before he exploded deep in my intestines and the bloating feeling that I had in my bowels turned into a hot tingling sensation as his cum filled me. Just like before the tingling spread out from my bowels to my stomach then to my useless arms and legs until my eyes fluttered closed. He continued pumping his slurry into me as once again the PDA warning chirped out, "Warning, body electrical output has fallen to zero micro volts, seek medical attention immediately."

It was as if my last stone lover had been copied on the warning message from my PDA, because at that instant his thrusting ceased and he pulled out of me and shot the last of his hot slurry on my tummy and breasts. My arms and legs went limp and hung over the sides of the alter. I coughed several times, as my throat was still full of the plaster-like substance. My head turned to the side and a thin trickle of white drool escaped from my lips and landed on the alter. A larger pool of the mixture was forming under my butt as it now ran freely from my well-stretched lower holes.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 31



I was barely aware of my situation and my eyes were on their way to closing fully when a green light from the ceiling illuminated my body and the marble alter in an iridescent glow. The light caused the marble slab that formed the top of the alter to transform and from the side of the table came several bands that appeared to be made of the same living marble as the statues. They crossed over my torso and secured me to the alter. On both sides of my head two solid marble squares rose up to clamp against the sides of my head, and as they tightened a soft buzzing began as my head was immobilized. As the intensity of the light and the buzzing increased, I felt severe pain around my temple area as if two thick needles were being pushed into my skull and were digging their way into my brain. 

I knew that the pain was being caused by the sound and that there were no actual needles in use. I reached out with my mind and could tell that there was no blood flowing from my head, which led me to believe that some sonic or ultrasonic device was being used. Whatever the device was it caused a disruption in my motor pathways and once again my arms and legs were disabled and totally useless. 

With my body's electrical output flirting with the zero mark, I could feel multiple connections being made between the device that was securing my head to the alter. There was no sensation of pain, only a feeling as if I was drunk and someone or something was trying to take advantage of my condition. I could feel the probing of my brain increase and become more annoying. Once it seemed that a solid connection had been established a tightly sealed clear canopy appeared over the alter which trapped me inside. Once the seal was confirmed the void space inside the canopy began to fill with a viscous clear tasteless liquid.

As the enclosure filled to about the half way mark my restraints were released and my body began to float, but I never achieved full buoyancy as the level of the liquid continued to rise to cover my naked body. I took a deep breath before my face was covered and as I held my breath two tendrils snaked up from under me and slithered their way up my nose, then pushed their way in deep then slithered their way down my throat to lodge in my lungs. Once each of my lungs were occupied by a tendril, both of the pliable invading objects increased in girth and sealed off my nose from the rising fluid. I found that if I inhaled and exhaled through my nose I was able to breath normally with the assistance of the tendrils.

As my body floated at mid point between the marble alter and the top of the clear enclosure I could feel a soft swirling motion begin causing the thick warm liquid to caress my skin. My vision was blurred as my eyes were submersed so I could not see what was going on but I could fleet several more tendrils that were much thicker than the ones in my nose moving about. The first two squirmed up between my legs and slid effortlessly between my still swollen labia and pushed inside. The tendrils were not big enough to cause major discomfort, but as they slid over the flesh that had been rubbed raw, there was a slight twinge of pain.

Both tendrils pushed deep inside my slurry-filled womb and I could feel a gentle pressure begin to build inside me. It began as a slow alternating pulse as if a jet of warm liquid was expelled from the tube inside me, and then pumped out a few seconds later. It was quite a pleasant feeling as the pulsing tendrils gave my internal lady parts a good cleaning. As the pulsing continued I lost track of what was going on around me and soon found myself once again building toward a powerful orgasm. My body wanted to move against the tendrils deep inside me but my limbs were useless and no matter how I tried I could not assist the tendrils as their work drove me closer to the edge. 

I flirted with my orgasmic edge for longer than I had wanted too, but that came to an abrupt end when I felt another set of tendrils probing my excessively violated back entrance. I tried to open my mouth and cry out as the two tendrils pushed past my weakened and well-abused sphincter but the nerves that controlled my jaw muscles were as disconnected as were those in my arms and legs. As the newly inserted tendrils began to pulse inside me and intense orgasm tore through my body. Powerful jets caressed my insides from the front and back as and equally powerful suction removed the cleansing solution that was being swirled about inside me.

Even though my body could not convulse through the waves of orgasm that cascaded through me, my mind continued to send out the signals to my muscles as if the nerves that controlled their movements were still connected. I was lost in orgasmic bliss for longer than I could remember and at some point in the continuing waves of joy I lost consciousness.

I did not know how long I was out, but when I awoke I was no longer in the temple. I was still encased in the clear bubble and it was still filled with the warm thick clear liquid. All of the tendrils had been removed from me except for the two that allowed me to breathe. I checked with my PDA and found that two days had gone by since I was encased in this chamber. I opened my eyes and was surprised, as I was now able to see through the liquid that filled the chamber. Nearby I could see what appeared to be data displays, perhaps medical monitors of some sort that recorded and displayed my life signs and such. The writing on the displays were too small to make out through the clear goo.

As I looked around past the monitors I could not see any trace of a living being so I assumed that this was all an automated process. My mind began to wander as I once again felt the liquid begin to stir about me. The last thing I remember seeing before I was forced to close my eyes against the moving liquid were the words, "Transition Lab" written in the same language of the signs that Ressa and I had seen in the village and in the city. My mind began to ponder the meaning of the words, but as I thought about their meaning there was no panic to my thoughts, as so far nothing had happened that indicated an immediate threat that is until my mental links to my PDA UT, and wardrobe collar were severed.

My mind was still active but access to my devices had been disrupted, and at the same time my senses of hearing, speech, and sight were disabled. My brain was now totally isolated. I could not move, could not see, could not hear or speak as I found that I was in a true state of sensory deprivation and that is when my mind began to think of all of the terrible things that could happen next and I began to panic though from looking at me from the outside, no one could see the terror going on inside.

As quick as my senses were turned off, my mind was as well. The panic was suddenly gone only to be replaced by an incoming stream of advanced geometric symbols that seemed to be coming in to my thoughts from an unknown outside source. The symbols gave way to an elaborate set of advanced equations and scientific formulas written in the same language that I had seen in the village. The math stream continued on longer than I could comprehend and when the math stream faded, it was replaced by what seemed to be an unending torrent of celestial charts that were matched up with bursts of navigational calculations. The next torrent to assault my brain was a continual stream of schematics for technology that was completely foreign to me.

While my mind was being filled with new data, I could tell that something was happening to my body as well but it was just a dull feeling that I got from time to time in between bursts of data. The fluid around me was moving and causing small ripples against my skin. Most of the time the sensations were pleasurable but when the data stream paused, I could feel a few twinges of pain being caused by some external process that I could not see or comprehend.

After what seemed like several days had passed, and the data stream ceased, the device that I was being held in began to vibrate and I could feel the level of the fluid begin to lower as if it were being drained away. When the last of the fluid had been evacuated, my back once again came into contact with the marble slab that was the temples alter. A painful electric stream emanating from the wet marble slab coursed through my naked body that caused a series of violent spasms before I realized that I could once again feel and move my arms and legs. At the same time my PDA, UT and collar began to function again, but as I accessed each device I noticed that they had been reprogrammed. The interfaces were different and there were many new items available in the menus. The menus were no longer in my native English, they were written in a new language that I immediately recognized as Annu though I had never been exposed to this language before.

I was jolted away from the exploration of my installed devices by a series of powerful warm jets of clear water cascading over my skin as a metal ring passed over me to clense away the suspension gel that had surrounded me earlier. Once the spray had ended the metal ring, the clear enclosure along with my breathing tendrils were withdrawn back into the marble alters. I quickly consulted my PDA and enquired as to my medical status and I was informed that everything was functioning normally. 

I next checked the date on my PDA and found that seventy-three days had passed since Ressa and I had entered the temple. I sat up slowly and shifted my position so that my legs dangled over the edge of the alter before I slowly slipped off. My hand gripped the slippery marble as my legs hit the floor. My legs were wobbly but they were able to support me. As I pushed my wet black hair from my face I felt two supporting hands take me under each arm to help me stand. It was then that I heard a male voice say, "Take it slow Kitty."

It took a few seconds for the words to register as they were in a language that I had never heard spoken before. The words were being processed through the newly upgraded UT and it took my still foggy brain a second or two to form a response.

With a trembling voice I expressed my thanks, then asked where I was and what had happened.

All in good time I was told. I was assured that I was safe and that no harm would come to me.

I did not totally believe him but being that I was still as weak as a kitten... (pun intended). I went along with the program and tried to learn as much as I could about where I was and what had happened to Ressa and me.

With strong hands supporting me, I was dried off by a male and female with soft, thick white towels. Both were humanoid and had a slightly green tint to their exposed skin. They were dressed in attire that led me to believe that they were medical professionals or perhaps scientists. I was hoping that I was not being used as some sort of evil science project, but again, they seemed totally non-threatening so I cooperated and allowed them to assist me. I pondered the green tint to their skin and snorted slightly after commenting in my thoughts how glad I was that they were not colored grey with big black eyes.

They dried me off and I was surprised when the female put my hair up for me in the way that I liked it, and she even used my two metal spikes to hold my hair in place. I was given a white dress that looked more like a hospital gown except without the opening in the back. After I was dressed I was assisted onto a floating gurney and taken to a plain room non-descript room with a small bed in its center. I was assisted from the gurney to the bed and as I made myself comfortable, a small medical monitoring device about the size of a shirt button was attached to the back of my neck. 

When the device came in contact with my skin it stuck there as if it were a magnet attaching its self to a piece of steel but I could tell that there were no magnets involved as that would be primitive compared to the equipment I have seen since leaving the fluid filled chamber. Once the device was in place a monitor imbedded in the wall flickered to life and displayed my vital physical information. From what I could see all looked normal, but it looked like my height and weight were wrong but perhaps I was not calculating properly between my old Earth forms of measurement and theirs. I made a mental note to myself that the monitoring equipment was using the same language as my installed devices.

I put my hand to the connection point and could feel that something new had been inserted under my skin but there were no scars or incision marks there that I could feel. I started to ask what it was, but then I already knew the answer and aborted my question before it passed through my lips. The information about the data connection was part of the data stream that was downloaded into my brain while I was in the tank. The device was a data port that would allow me to interface with various pieces of equipment by either wireless, or by direct physical connection.

Do not be concerned the male technician assured me. He explained that he had one as well and then he took my hand in his and guided my fingers to touch the back of his neck but on him I could not feel its outline like I could on my neck.

As I thought of the device under his skin the schematics for the device popped into my head and as I quickly read though them, I found that after the interface is installed it will blend into the owner's anatomy and is invisible to all but the installer's scanning technology.

I began to form another question, but as I attempted to speak I felt a little tingle on the side of my neck and suddenly began to feel very sleepy.

The female technician spoke up and informed me that she had given me a sedative and that I needed to rest. My questions will be answered later she added.

As her words registered in my brain the two medical technicians were assisting me onto my back where I quickly drifted off to sleep.

My slumber was another onslaught of data assaulting my brain as it was electronically pumped through the clear fiber strand attached to the back of my neck. My mind was filled with people, places, dates, pictures, and images of creation and destruction on a planetary scale. The best way to sum up my forced learning experience is to say that the first session after I was rendered unconscious by the statues were my Math, Science, Physics, Engineering, Language, and Astrophysics classes, and my current lessons were History, Social Studies, and Stellar Cartography.

The lessons droned on and on and when my eyes flickered open I found myself secured to a sturdy metal-framed chair. My arms, legs and head were immobilized to the frame of the chair by thin metal clamps, and in front of me were several display terminals that were set up to monitor my vital signs. I did not feel that I was in any danger but being restrained again caused me some concern. 

As my senses began to activate fully I made an inquiry to my upgraded PDA and was informed that I had been asleep for a little over three days this time. I tested my vocal cords and made several non-descript noises, then in a language called, "Interlac" that was part of my first learning session I asked if anyone was there.

My question brought silence to the room followed by the footsteps of two technicians. I could feel the hands from behind as they checked the tension on my restraints, then once again I felt a small circle of metal pressed against my neck, heard a small hiss and then my eyes were fluttering closed. My last conscious thoughts were of me kicking the snot out of the bitch that keeps injecting me with sedatives.

This time when I awoke I was in a comfy bed, and as I sat up and looked around the room I instantly recognized my surroundings. I surmised that someone wanted me to believe that I was back in my dorm room at Osaka Eugenics as everything had been recreated perfectly right down to the dent in the wall that was made by my head during a playful wrestling session with my roommate Emiko. I knew that I could not be in my old dorm room and that was confirmed when I instructed my internal PDA to provide my current location. The PDA answered back with celestial map coordinates for a planet called Galora Six.

I stood slowly and as I did my legs felt unfamiliarly stiff and uncooperative. I kept one hand on the wall for support as I moved around the room, and the more I moved the more cooperative my legs became. From the information provided by my PDA it was well over two months since I was walking under my own power. As I made my way over to the full-length mirror, for the first time in a long while I was able to get a good look at myself. I started at my legs then worked my way up as I gazed at myself in the mirror.

My body was a bit thinner than before which I attributed to not having eaten solid food since before I entered the temple. As I looked myself over more carefully I could tell that I had not lost any muscle tone and it took me a while to realize that my breasts were about a size larger than I remembered them being. It took several minutes of squeezing them with my hands to confirm that they were larger and a bit firmer. I could not see any signs of surgery, and they were just as tender to the touch as they always were which indicated to me that there were no implants under the skin. For the moment I attributed the size increase to all of that mysterious plaster-like substance that was pumped into me by the gallon.

There was something else about my body that just did not seem right but as I inspected every inch that I could reach with my hands, nothing seemed different or out of place except for my slightly enlarged breasts. I was not sure if I should be gearing myself up to make an escape from this place but it did occur to me that I was once again naked and thought I had better do something about that before they knock me out again. 

I had been preoccupied with the changes to my body which immediately drew my attention, but when I moved my gaze from my body to my face, my jaw dropped and my mouth hung open as if frozen in a silent scream. I could see the color draining out of my face as I just stood there in horror and gazed at what once were my beautiful brown eyes. Gone were the round brown and black disks surrounded by a sea of white. The white, brown and black colors had been replaced by pure black that reminded me of something that could be seen in one of the late twentieth century horror movies that my room mate Emiko used to enjoy watching.

I stood there motionless trying to understand what had happened to my eyes and then after several minutes of panic, my mind seized upon a the vision that I had during my anti-agapic conversion process, Jandal, Sharami, and Meda the Kamaloids had monochromic eyes. This had me wondering if the eye color change was to be my new normal or could I change my appearance at will like I could between human and feline forms. I stood staring at my eyes in the mirror as I attempted to activate what I liked to call my feline night vision, and for the first time I was able to witness the transformation. 

The change was instantaneous as the black lakes inside the almond shaped openings were replaced by pools of vibrant yellow with dark black slits in their center. My vision instantly improved as I was now viewing the world as a cat would and I found out that just like before, the change would stay until I willed myself to return to my normal vision, and when I did, my dark black eyes returned. I experimented with my eyes and went through several transformations before I was able to get my old white, brown and black eyes back, and as the panic left my body and rational thought returned, I decided to leave my eyes all black so that the humanoids that had been tending to me did not realize that I was able to change my form at will.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 31



Next I fumbled with the wardrobe collar but it seemed that it was no longer accepting my manual commands. I realized soon enough that the collar was now wirelessly connected to the data port on the back of my neck and I was able to visually browse the items that had been stored in its memory. I selected my old favorite jeans and a black tank top and attempted to deploy the combination, and after a few milliseconds the top deployed properly but the jeans did not. Instead I received a size error warning followed by a prompt to update the collar's table of sizes. I just chalked this up to a conversion issue between the old and new programs installed in the collar. 

I entered into the Setup tab in the application and requested a new body scan. The collar activated the billions of tiny micro balls deployed to circle and cover my body for a second or two. As quick as my body was covered, it was uncovered and the tiny balls were electronically sucked back up into the collar. My sizes were displayed in the internal heads up display and as I went down the list there appeared to be a data error so I requested a second scan. 

The second scan came back with the same data as the first and confirmed that I had grown two full inches and gained one full cup size while my other measurements remained the same. Taking this information into consideration I requested the collar make adjustments to my entire wardrobe collection and within a few seconds the task was complete. I reselected my wardrobe choices and this time was rewarded with perfectly fitting jeans and a tank top. Next I selected a comfortable pair of brown hiking boots that I knew that I could run well in should the situation require that I make a break for an exit. 

Shortly after I was dressed there was a chime at the door, and from the other side came a male voice asking for permission to enter. I thought it odd that after all that had happened that permission was being sought to enter. I figured that the request was just a politeness or just a formality and I assumed that whomever was on the other side of the door probably had the key to enter anyway. I gave my permission for the man to enter and the door opened immediately as if the door its self understood my voice and acted on my words.

He entered and greeted me with a slight bow, which I returned out of politeness. He introduced himself as Prelate Ving and I introduced myself as just little old Kitty. No titles, no formalities, just Kitty.

I had a thousand questions to ask but I held my tongue and remained quiet. I did my best to make him uncomfortable with my body language and disinterested facial expression. If there were to be a dialog between us, it was up to him to start talking first.

My tactic seemed to work as he spoke first and the first sentence out of his mouth was an apology for what had happened to me back on Galora Six. 

I nodded and let him continue without interruption.

He started off by informing me that we were on a planet called Galora Six, and that we were currently having this conversation in an underground facility beneath the temple on the island of Rontara. I felt like I was about to get the fifty-cent tour when he outlined how the island had been used as a transfer point for ore and rare minerals that were acquired from the natives of the planet. 

I began to wonder how much force was used to acquire these resources and I was tempted to be a bitch and ask but thought it unwise to honk this guy off right away.

I thought also that Ressa and I had seen no evidence of such an operation on the island but then there was still a lot that we had not explored. 

So Ressa and I were assaulted to hide this operation, I asked.

No, the island has not been unused for that purpose for many centuries he said.

I was just about to speak when he cut me off with an apology then went on to explain that the agent that had been responsible for the equipment on this island had suffered a sort of mental breakdown and had reprogrammed the medical equipment to create the living statues that had assaulted Ressa and me.

I interrupted his prepared and rehearsed explanation and asked him rudely to get to the point.

He sighed then he cut to the chase. He confessed that the agent assigned to care for this facility used it to provide sexual entertainment for himself, and to provide sex slaves to tend to his needs. 

I knew that there was more to this than he was telling me so I went back to giving him to silent treatment and just stood there staring at him.

He shifted nervously for a minute or so then started up his continuing explanation. He said that the equipment that he had altered was a scanning device used to identify humanoids with a specific genetic sequence. Once a candidate was identified a qualified medical team would be dispatched by Central Command to conduct a more intense screening. While the equipment was stored on Galora, it was never intended to be used in the manner that it had been used on Ressa and me. The equipment was never intended to be used by the local agent but due to severe personnel shortages, off the grid sites like this one go unmonitored until something spectacular happens.

I was still doing my best to make him uncomfortable and I could see my tactic was working when he hesitated slightly. He took several steps toward a monitor built into the wall. He activated the device then brought up a display of my DNA. He pointed out the DNA sequence that the scanner was searching for and explained that it had been found in me and that this genetic sequence had supposedly disappeared from the inter galactic gene pool a thousand or so years ago.

While he had my attention he identified several sequences in my genetic display and informed me that when I was created, the DNA splicing was not done properly several areas of my DNA were damaged. He pointed out the damaged areas and one severe mutation caused by the anti-agapic conversion that I had endured.

This got me to thinking about what sort of DNA the good folks at Osaka Eugenics had used to construct me. I knew about the feline DNA, and I knew of the so-called gift that Meda the Kamaloid had given me, but now I knew there was much more to my genetic makeup than I was told about, or that I could imagine. 

I broke my silence and asked if the problem areas could be mended in any way.

They already have been repaired he responded. 

He brought up my current DNA and pointed out the areas that had been repaired, then explained that this is why I am a bit taller now than when I first came to Galora. He mentioned several changes that were made to my DNA that corrected the problems that were identified, but he did not go into detail as to how my body was changed. The mention of changes concerned me and while Ving had his back to me, I turned away from him and used my body as a shield as I attempted to deploy my claws and I was relieved to see that I was able to do more than just change my eyes and that my feline counterpart was still there when needed.

I spent several hours with Ving and learned a lot about what had happened, but there were still a lot of gaps that I needed filled in. I learned that the interface that probed my mind could not establish a connection while there was a positive charge in the subject's cerebral cortex and that the liquid that was pumped into me by the statues was designed to inhibit that electrical activity. To make a long story short, the compound was never meant to be injected during a sexual act but due to the tampering of the perverted former caretaker of this site, many things were changed and not for the better.

Ressa had gone through the same process as me but since she did not have the same genetic makeup that I had, the connection with the temple's computer was not established. Her electrical output went to zero and remained there and that caused her death when the transformation did not begin. The effects of the slurry and the later injection of nano bots turned those that failed into the living statues that could be called upon to do the bidding of the former caretaker. It turned out that the statues we observed had been the residents of Rontara, and those that had been unfortunate enough to visit here after the caretaker went mad.

This is fascinating I thought to myself but I just had to ask why this behavior had not been noticed and stopped before so many people were turned into statues.

Ving explained that there are millions of these installations across many galaxies and that the caretakers of these installations are few in number and responsible for many such sites. Ving confessed that central monitoring had not noticed any activity on Galora for centuries, that is until the obelisk's initial scan alerted the Central Command of my DNA structure.

My next question was about the statues and if there was any chance of reviving them. The answer was a disappointing, "no."

The statues could be controlled by the nano bots to do the most menial tasks, but could not be relied upon to perform complex assignments that required extensive thought. They were nothing more than puppets following the instructions of a caretaker's program that was still running centuries after he had passed on.

Our conversation had gone on for a few hours and I was beginning to warm up to Ving, but I was also beginning to tire and I believe he sensed my fatigue and used that as an excuse to make his exit from my quarters. Before he left he touched two of his fingers to the back of my neck where my barcode tattoo used to be and I felt a gentle jolt.

I have unlocked your data port and have given you access to our historical records containing information about this facility and others like it. I was told that I could make use of the terminal on the wall or I could begin exploring what I could accomplish with the data and sensory implants that I had been given. With that said he smiled, bowed then left my quarters.

My body was still not back to 100% from the medical procedures that had been performed, and I knew that the invasion of my body had to have been extensive for my advanced healing properties to have taken so long to get my body back to normal. I was hoping though that the height change and breast enlargement would be part of my new normal, and I pondered the possibilities as I stretched myself out on my bed for a short catnap.

It was getting to the point where I was afraid to go to sleep because every time I was put to sleep, or went to sleep on my own something had happened to me here, and this time was no different. This time when I awoke once again I was laying naked on the bed in my quarters with a thin white sheet over my body that covered from my shoulders to my feet.

I pushed back the sheet and activated my wardrobe collar to dress myself in the simple white dress that the Kreetin women were so fond of, but when my wardrobe selection began to take shape, the tiny nano balls were not coming from my familiar collar. The balls were coming from a new location, and as my eyes followed the trail of coalescing balls, the trail led to a new tattoo on my right wrist that would look like a tribal design to most observers, but I quickly recognized the script to be my name in the language of the Annu.

I played with the new wardrobe device and went through several clothing changes and for once I was really happy with something that had been done to me. This was much less cumbersome than that clunky old collar that I had been wearing. The test was going to be when I transferred to feline form. The old collar would stay around my neck and appear to be a piece of jewelry that a pet would wear, this would be different. I was just about to change to my other form when I was interrupted by a new player to the game that had become my life.

She he was perhaps in her late twenties and wore a dark blue uniform with insignia that designated her rank as Major. The rank was pronounced at Datak when she introduced herself as Datak Sima Kashen.

I did not bother to introduce myself as I knew well that these people have been inside my mind and had accessed the data devices that Osaka Eugenics had placed inside my head. I did however stand and behave in a respectful manner as I figured that there was no use getting another army mad at me on this planet.

She was rather polite towards me and started off by apologizing for the way that I was assaulted by the automated systems in the temple. She asked me to walk with her and I felt at ease with her and joined her as we exited my quarters.

She took me on a tour of the facility and explained that I have basic access to everything here except that I was not permitted to operate the transportation devices nor did I have access to the assembly facility. I would have access to these and other more vital areas should I agree to join her and her organization.

My curiosity had been piqued and I questioned the Major as to what her, "organization" was exactly.

By this time we had reached a small control room and the Major activated a display that brought up a wall sized galactic map with many points illuminated across its expanse. 

She went into a detailed explanation about the significance of the points on the map, and from her explanation and the schematics implanted in my brain I knew that these were transfer points for a system of portals that uses an Einstein-Rosen bridge to connect two points and allows cargo and living beings to transport between both points.

Ok, now I was really interested in what she had to tell me. In my time here on Galora I had gone from basically stone knives and bearskins to advanced wormhole travel. 

The Major continued seeing that I was becoming interested in her words, then she went into her recruitment speech. She was from a para military organization known as the Ksatria Cahaya but was assigned to the Potaru Tansa Bushi, which are also known as the KC and the PTB. The KC she explained was a newly formed alliance and that the PTB was a technical and explorative organization tasked with mapping the galactic portal system and working to get non functioning nodes back on the grid.

I knew that there was a military component to all this and when I pressed to find out what this alliance was formed to oppose, she suddenly changed the subject and began to talk about the technical aspects of the restoration project. She went on about how the portals provided instantaneous transit between points in space that would take weeks or months of hyperspace travel in ships.

I could immediately see the benefit in this sort of project and started to wonder how the location of the portals were lost and how they fallen into disrepair. I formed my question and interrupted her by politely addressing her by her rank.

The Major stopped in mid sentence and requested that I call her Sima as there was no need for formal titles at this point as I was not a formal member yet. 

I nodded in agreement then posed my question about the status of the lost and unresponsive portals.

The portals she said were well over 15,000 years old and many of them were on planets that no longer existed, or no longer were capable of sustaining carbon-based life forms. 

Of course this made sense to me given the courses I had taken in stellar dynamics back at the academy, and the information that was implanted in my brain by the good folks at the PTB. Sima then presented me with a data pad and instructed me to read the information that she had stored on there for me. The tablet contained the duties that I would be expected to perform and detailed information on the PTB and the regulations that I would be required to follow.

I accepted the tablet and before I was able to activate it, Sima informed me that at the end of the documents on the tablet I would be afforded the opportunity to accept or decline a position with the PTB. Should I decline the position, the island of Rontara would be mine to do with as I please but I would not be permitted to leave the island by transport, or by the portal system, which had been fully restored and connected, to the galactic system. I would be allowed to live out my normal life here which given the anti-agapic conversion that I had underwent would mean that I would be here for a very long time.

The other option was to accept the position and I would become a galactic explorer of sorts that was tasked with finding non responding portals and returning them to a functional state and reconnecting them to the galactic network. It was an easy choice to make but I thought that before making a decision that I should at least read the information on the tablet.

Sima could see that my facial reaction was toward the positive when she informed me that she had to be returning to Central Command. She left me with the tablet then together we walked to the console that controlled the portal. Her fingers danced over the symbols on the control pad. As she hit the last symbol two heavy stone doors parted behind us as a crystal pylon pushed up from the center of the floor. Once the doors were fully opened an amber colored beam shot out of the pylon into the open dark space that was previously concealed by the thick doors. After several seconds the space beyond the doors was transformed into a black and grey spinning whirlpool that transitioned into an open tunnel.

Sima waved to me as she walked the steps to the platform that led to the open doors, then she turned away from me then stepped into the tunnel and was gone. The tunnel remained open for several minutes and then as quickly as it opened, it was gone in a brilliant flash of purple light. I walked the steps to the opening between the doors but before I could see what was there the doors slid closed once again. I immediately sat on the steps and activated the tablet. I had to know more about this technology and the opportunity that was just presented to me.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 32



Memoirs of Kitty Siam - The Coffee Realization.

I still had many questions to ask Sima and was a bit saddened that she had to leave so quickly but being part of the command structure of an under manned covert organization had her in high demand. I was about to sit down at one of the data terminals in the control room when my stomach began to rumble. I figured that they had kept my body fed somehow while I was incapacitated as I had actually gained weight instead of losing it. 

Just as I began to think about food, a data panel in front of me flashed to life and brought up a map of the underground facility; on the map was a bright green line that showed the way to the kitchen. Well, it was more of a chow hall than a kitchen and as I looked over the map I wondered if there was a way to print out this map, and just as the thought was completed in my head, the tablet that Sima had given me buzzed to life and the map from the terminal was now displayed on the tablet. I oriented myself in reference to the map on the tablet then set off to forage for food. Along the way I began to understand how the communication module installed at the top of my spine was relaying my thoughts and wishes to the central processor for this facility and how it was acting upon them. This allowed me to cross several questions off my list of things that I wanted to research.

I made it quickly to the dining area and while it was set up to serve many, it was apparent that the room had not been used to serve more than a few people in recent times. I suspected that the last beings to dine here were the medical techs that looked after me while I was in the tank, but they were gone now and I was the only one here that was in need of food. 

There were stoves and ovens in the back of the serving line, along with a wall of refrigerators that were disconnected and sealed. The kitchen appeared to have had a hasty cleaning but there was still a lot of dust and such that had accumulated over time and as I took notice of the unsanitary condition of the kitchen, several maintenance bots entered from the hallway and began the job of sanitizing the kitchen and the dining area. I was highly impressed that just a mere thought brought a cleaning crew to act upon my thoughts.

While the maintenance bots were busy cleaning up the room, the dust from their cleaning activities made the room unsuitable for eating while they took care of business. Once again, the facility's data system did not let me down. My tablet buzzed to life with another route laid out in green to a place that was labeled, "Nourishment Replication Alcove". I followed the map to the replication station and as I stood in front of the food portal, a menu above the dispensing area came to life and presented me with many choices, but none of them appeared to be anything that I was used to eating. In my mind I pictured a big round supreme pizza, and I watched as the words for, "Unknown Item" was displayed in the Annu language across the terminal. I made a mental note to myself that we had to visit Earth or one of Earth's many colonies soon as I was missing many of my favorite junk food items.

I set the replicator console to show me pictures of the items that were available and when I recognized something that looked like steamed long beans with carrots and greens over rice I made my selection. As I sat and ate I used a combination of finger swipes and mental commands to browse through the data that the Major had given me. The more I read the more impressed I was of her organization and the task that they had undertaken.

While there was a lot of reading to do on the subject of the PTB and the KC, another thought popped into my head that led me to put aside the required reading and bring up the scans of my own DNA structure. I compared my new matrix against the data collected by the first scan that the obelisk made when I entered the temple. Next I mentally asked the table to display the differences and identify which part of my anatomy was most affected by these changes. What I got back was way over my head and probably would have confounded the molecular biologists back at Osaka Eugenics. I watched as the data flashed by in a seemingly unending list until I finally had to command the display to cease.

I had to go about this a different way, so I asked the tablet to display the genetic sequence in my DNA that the obelisk identified and reported to Central Command. I was instantly presented with a representation of the strand that I was looking for. I asked the tablet to display what that section of my DNA represented. The reply I got was a beep and a red banner across the tablet that read, "DATA UNDER RUN, DATA STREAM CORRUPT" in the Annu language of course.

My next question to the tablet was to identify which planets on the galactic navigation chart where such DNA patterns could be found. The answer I received clearly indicated that there were no planets other than Galora where the requested DNA sequence had been located. I knew that the reference to Galora was when my DNA was scanned.

I instructed the table to display the last time and place a similar DNA sequence had been scanned. The tablet responded with galactic date 27-45-91043. As I ate I tried to make the calculation between the Earth calendar system and the date that was just presented to me using the calendar of the Annu. The tablet picked up my query and announced that the last time a similar DNA sequence had been scanned was 4,714 years, 11 months, 3 weeks, 6 days, 14 hours, 32 minutes and 17 seconds.

I asked the tablet to identify the location that this scan took place.

I was rewarded with a familiar refrain, "DATA UNDER RUN, DATA STREAM CORRUPT,"

It was clear that I was not going to get an answer this way and that perhaps I would have to work backwards by returning to Osaka Eugenics to have a look at my medical records to find out exactly where my stray DNA came from. Once again the tablet read my thoughts and responded back with, "Off world transport is forbidden to personnel not affiliated with the Potaru Tansa Bushi."

So I had gone full circle and was back to the information that Sima had given me to read and approve if I wanted to sign on to the PTB with her. I was not quite ready to take up her cause and still had many more questions to ask and have answered.

I needed to ponder this a bit by myself and searched for the "off switch" to my neural implant. Just a few seconds browsing the schematics and source code for the device told me what I needed to know. When I issued the mental command to the device, my link to the facility and its processors was severed. 

I began to think of how I could get around the lockout that the Major had me under but there was no way that I could find around it, but I was not out of luck just yet. Maybe I could not get off world just yet, but I had access to the entire database and perhaps if I could ask the right question, I could find my answers.

From my previous attempts and failures to understand my DNA and why it was so important led me to a dead end. The errors that I received were not warnings that I had been denied access; the errors were an indication that the data was corrupt or that the data was missing. I do not believe that the data had been erased, it was more like the database was so old that parts of it were no longer viable given the time that had expired between now and the last time a similar DNA strand had been scanned.

I finished my lunch and returned the dishes to the replicator recycling slot then searched the replicator's menu for something that resembled Pepsi, but alas, it was not there either. Fair well pizza, good bye Pepsi I thought to myself as my eyes focused on something that resembled tea. I reactivated my neural transmitter and requested the tea-like beverage over ice in a tall glass. A accepted the drink that was offered and was surprised how close it resembled Earth tea, though it was not exactly Earl Grey.

I picked up my tablet and tea and headed for the passage way that led to the stairs that would take me to the temple. The weather display in the control room indicated that it was a warm afternoon top side and I decided to do my research outside where it was much more comfortable.

As I reached the bottom of the marble stairs leading up to the temple, a series of lights came on at the side of each step to provide illumination and the thick marble slab that separated the top step from the temple slid to the side to allow me passage to the temple's alter area. I ascended the stairs and when I got to the top step I took a quick look around and noticed that the temple had been cleaned and returned to a rather pristine state. As I looked around I noticed a new statue had been installed on the temple's mall. The new statue was Ressa, and she was displayed in a place of prominence to the right of the temple's main alter. Like the other statues she was sans clothing, and her magnificent breasts and succulent nipples were on display for future visitors to admire. Ressa was mounted as the other statues were on a three foot high pedestal, and those that had mounted her there took great pains to ensure that even in death, her beauty was well depicted in her final tribute. I walked over to Ressa and stood under her frozen stare and paid my respects to her. Though I did not know her as well as I did Teela, I felt as if we had started to bond as we sailed across an ocean, and trekked across this island. I was saddened to see her life end this way.

I spent some time remembering Ressa and our exodus from Ishtan controlled lands and our voyage to Rontara. I really wanted to ask her if she was doing the big nasty with the ship's captain but never found a way to bring it up without sounding like a busybody in search of gossip.

I left Ressa as the orb that was the sun began to touch the horizon on its way to setting for the day. The first of Galora's three moons began to rise as I moved toward the edge of the plateau that supported the main temple complex. I activated the tablet and made a request for the maintenance bots. I ordered that the thousand or so human statues be moved away from the temple complex, and that the bulk of them be placed a safe distance from the waters edge in a way that their gaze looked out over the sea. I wanted the victims of the perverted temple keeper to at least have a beautiful scene to look upon in their final resting place.

I also instructed that Ressa be left in the temple area with six of the brawniest male statues and that the male statues be arranged in a way that they look adoringly upon Ressa. My final request on the issue of the statues is that twenty five percent of the statues would remain in the city and be spread out along the main roads that lead from the outskirts of the city to the temple. My requested was accepted and the control system for the maintenance bots signaled back that my order would be carried out at first light.

Next I decided to try to do an end run around the DNA questions by looking into the history of Galora and Rontara. I instructed the tablet to access the earliest history records available for Galora and to display them in timeline format. The timeline for Galora went back over six millennia. The earliest pictures depicted humanoid workers that appeared to be similar to Earth's Neanderthals unloading cattle, horses, and other such beasts of burden from large transport vessels that had just arrived at Rontara's spaceport. At the same time some sort of ore was being loaded into a neighboring ship. 

From what I could make out from the sample of pictures I had browsed, Galora had been an active mining planet for well over 6000 years and many of the life forms living here had been brought here from another planet to assist in feeding the miners and to assist in transporting the ore to port. 

The next set of pictures I came across were satellite pictures taken from orbit of the various continents and the cities and villages that they lived and worked in. I focused in on what today is known as Grimsod Shire just to see how things progressed. I watched the historical record show a growing mining operation that caused the main village to grow into the city that I had spent so much time in. I found one particular satellite that was focused on Grimsod Shire turn away from the planet and begin making recordings of happenings in near space away from the planet. The pictures were of a large freighter approaching the planet that had suffered some sort of damage and was venting a liquid, perhaps its fuel out into space. The satellite focused in on the ship and its damaged hull and followed it toward the Rontara spaceport where it did land safely.

I flipped through many of the pictures that this satellite took but there was not much there that was of interest so I opened another folder containing pictures of the various races on Galora. There were pictures of the Cassani and it seemed that even back as far as five thousand years ago, they were traders and transporters of ore and other goods across the oceans. I also noticed that that the humanoids had evolved quiet a bit in a thousand years. This was too fast to be a natural occurrence and that perhaps they had come from another place, or that their DNA was being manipulated to produce a higher level of being. 

I came across pictures of the Kreet and the Na'Tal and it was easy to see that they were miners through out their history on Galora. I even came across pictures of the Ishtan and even as far back as the historical record went, the pictures showed them as task masters and enforcers. 

I was just beginning to have a look at the other races on Galora when something struck me about the satellite pictures I had looked at earlier. I pulled up the series of pictures that I had looked at previously and made a note of the satellite's ID number, then requested that the tablet index all pictures from that satellite over the past two years, and a list was immediately compiled.

I then asked the tablet to eliminate all pictures that were taken by said satellite that were of the planet Galora. A new list appeared, then I asked to have all pictures eliminated that did not contain a space faring vessel, and a new much smaller list appeared.

I began clicking through the pictures one by one and watched a jump point open and a small dot emerge from the jump point and grow into an image of a Doenges Class long range shuttle. When the shuttle came into full view a second jump point opened behind the shuttle and from that jump point a small craft emerged and began firing on the shuttle. As the pictures of the shuttle grew larger it was evident that the shuttle had taken damage before it had exited into normal space. Perhaps it was the damage received in hyperspace that led the shuttle to exit here. They taught us back at the academy that only a fool would engage in battle in hyperspace. I suspect the pilot of the second ship missed that class.

As the shuttle passed the satellite it began to spiral out of control toward the planet as it was repeated hit by plasma fire from the trailing ship. When the trailing ship came into range, a targeting reticle appeared on the smaller ship and shortly after, the still functioning defense grid on Galora obliterated the smaller ship. I flipped back through the pictures of the Earth shuttle in an attempt to identify its colony of origin, but the area where the identification number should have been was badly damaged, but as I zoomed in closer, on the fuselage was a clear picture of the Drax Corporation logo. I had found the shuttle that had brought me to Galora, and now I knew what caused it to crash.

I flipped through the pictures again until I found one that had the best image of the small craft firing at the Drax shuttle. The picture was clear and bright and I could see the craft perfectly but I did not recognize it. I pointed out the unknown ship to the tablet and asked for an identification of the vessel and its planet of origin. It took a few minutes for the tablet to search for an answer, but the answer was not one that I appreciated... "Vessel is of an unknown design... origin unknown."

When it came to identifying the pursuing craft I had come to a dead end, so I decided that the next place to look for answers was on the planet Udon that was my birthplace and the home of Osaka Eugenics. If the shuttle originated from there, and it must have if I was aboard it, then chances are that the pursuit ship had to have passed by there. If not, then I could obtain the shuttle's flight plan from there and back track to see where the attack on the shuttle began. 

I deployed my backpack using my new wardrobe device then carefully placed my tablet into the backpack. I slung one of the two straps over my shoulder then headed for the stairs that would take me back to the underground complex. The rest of this investigation would have to be done on the huge wall sized monitor that held the galactic map containing the known and functioning transit portals. 

I took a seat at the main console that over looked the map and set my thoughts into actions. First I centered the map on the portion of the galaxy where I knew Udon to be located. Once that area was displayed I zoomed in and began searching visually for Udon's solar system. I could not search by name, as I did not know what name it was referenced by in this database.

As I got closer to localizing Udon I became aware that there were no lines of transit near or to Udon, which indicated that there was no portal on Udon or in the system that Udon was located in. I checked the neighboring systems and there were no portals located there either. Well, no portals that Central Command was aware of anyway. Perhaps someday someone will find one there and put it back on the grid but as of today, there was nothing there that would be of use to me in my quest.

It was beginning to become clear to me that if I am to solve this mystery, joining up with the PTB might be mutually beneficial since the only way that I was going to get off of this planet was by accepting Major Sima's offer. 

After I had struck out finding a portal near Udon, I decided that I would look for the Sol system and see if there were any transit portals located on Earth. As I zoomed in on the Sol system I did not see an indication that there was a functioning portal on Earth, but there were two grayed out entries listed on the third planet and one grayed out entry on the fourth planet that was highlighted in orange. I pulled up the map's key to see what the colors represented and learned that the grayed out entries on Earth meant that there once were transit portals on the planet but that they were no longer there or at best, no longer functioning. The grayed out symbols with the orange highlight indicated that a transit portal was present and was returning a ping signal, but for one reason or another, the portal would not activate upon command.

I pulled up the database entry for the planet Mars and read through the information on the Mars portal. The portal had been set up to support planetary mining operations, and due to the lack of an oxygen atmosphere, the majority of the facilities on Mars were constructed underground. This was a fascinating read for me as I knew that settlers from Earth had colonized Mars centuries ago but they never reported coming across underground structures, or evidence of mining operations on the Martian surface. Perhaps the evidence had been wiped away by the passage on time on the red planet.

Next I accessed the transit logs for the Mars portal and found that the site had gone non operational over 17,000 years ago, but the data record suffered some sort of storage decay and the logs had been terribly corrupted. The logs were compiled in the Annu language as was most of the information that I was able to access and as I tried to piece together what had happened, there was a reference to a, "loss of atmosphere", but nothing to indicate what caused it or what had happened after that log entry.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 32



I transferred the information about the Mars and Earth portals to my tablet along with the special coordinates for the planet Udon and was just about to head to the food replicator for another glass of tea when an amber beacon began to flash over head and announced that there was a traveler inbound. The heavy stone doors that sealed the portal parted and I could see the swirling cyclone that was the exit point for the Einstein-Rosen bridge. I stood and walked closer to the portal and awaited the arrival of the announced traveler. I waited at the edge of the platform for several minutes before Major Sima stepped out of the swirling gray matter beyond the doorway.

I was surprised to see Sima back so soon as it had appeared that she was called away on urgent business before, but it was good to see her again and we greeted each other as she stepped off the platform. I could tell that she was a little disoriented as she stumbled slightly on the first step. I suspected that transversing the galaxy in a manner of minutes could do that to a person and as we finished our greeting I was hoping that soon I could find out for myself.

I mentioned to Sima that I was off to the replicator alcove for some tea and asked if she would join me, and she quickly accepted my offer though I got the feeling that she did not quite understand the Earth word "tea" that I used to describe the beverage. I made my selection and specified the temperature and received a tall glass of cold liquid that was about the closest thing that I could come to that resembled tea. Sima chose a different beverage that was delivered hot, and smelled quiet a bit like coffee. I made a note of her selection and vowed to give that a try in the morning.

Sima was not as cordial as she was the first time that we met and she seemed to be all business this time. We took our beverages and made small talk as we made our way back to the central control room. Sima moved to the main terminal and quickly brought up a series of pictures that I had been viewing earlier. She focused in as I did on the Drax Corporation logo on the side of my shuttle and asked in a stern voice what this symbol was.

Before I answered her I asked why she had been monitoring my activities when I was told earlier that I had free usage of the data systems.

Sima assured me that they were not eves dropping on me, but several items in my searches caused her superiors some concern when a red flag was activated as I pulled up these images.

I nodded and explained to the Major that the image that she was asking about was the long-range shuttle that brought me to this planet.

Her next question was about the shuttle's point of origin.

I retrieved my tablet from my backpack and pulled up the star chart that I had saved that depicted the planet Udon and explained that I believed that the planet of origin was the planet Udon as that was the last place I remember being before waking up on Galora.

The Major listened intently as I told her about being given the anti-agapic, and about the wild dream that I had after the medical procedure, and then about how I woke up alone and climbed out of a malfunctioning stasis chamber.

It took Sima a few minutes to process the details of my arrival here before she asked, "So you were unconscious the entire trip?"

I nodded in the affirmative then watched as Sima flipped through several more pictures.

Sima paused then zoomed in on the pursuing ship in the same manner as I had before, then asked if I could identify this vessel.

I shook my head and informed her that I also tried to identify the ship but was given a data error for my efforts.

Sima confirmed that her and her superiors received the same error when they made the same query.

I could tell that there was more that she was not telling me so I pressed her a little by asking why the picture of this ship sent up the red flag.

The ship she said resembled a one of legend, but the legend was so old that there were no accurate pictorial recordings of such ships until now, previously all they had on these ships were old ink drawings from antiquity. She explained that Central Command had not been aware of this ship's visit to Galora due to the damage caused by the rogue agent that was responsible for this planet. Had he not altered the programming here, Central Command would have responded sooner to investigate the sighting.

I looked at her in silence as she finished speaking then just as I was about to ask her about the legend she cut me off and asked how I felt about taking a trip to Udon with her.

She did not have to wait long for my affirmative answer.

Sima sat down at the console next to me and brought up a panel that displayed ship schematics. I watched as she selected science, maintenance, habitation, and light weapons module from the items available. Next she switched screens and made a selection from a list of hull types. He selection was a medium range scout ship, and as I looked over her choices, I could see that she was just under the craft's maximum weight with the modules that she had chosen.

As Sima submitted her design she informed me that the maintenance bots in the hanger bay will have our ship ready at first light and we will make our way to Udon in the morning.

I did the calculations in my head and figured that it would take about three weeks by Doenges class shuttle to make the trip to Udon and I assumed that the ship we were going to take would probably make the journey in less time. 

Sima took a few more minutes working at the console as I packed my tablet back into my backpack. As Sima finished her work I asked her to follow me as I had something that I wished to show her.

She tried to put me off by saying that she had more work to do, but I insisted. I gently took her by the arm and led her from the control room, down the hallway and up the steps toward the temple complex. The stone cover over the steps slid back and we walked up together. As we reached the top of the stairs the temple complex was in total darkness except for the light provided by the three moons that had now risen high in the sky as we were drawing close to the midnight hour.

I took a seat on the top step of the staircase that led down toward the deserted city below and asked the Major to join me.

She took a seat on the step opposite me and as I pointed toward the three beautiful moons, her gaze followed my hand and for a few minutes we sat together and enjoyed the view. 

I could tell that Sima needed some time to relax and as we gazed at the moons I spoke to her of my time on Galora and how I found peace in watching the moons rise, as Udon did not have a single moon. While we were making small talk about the night sky and the moons, I turned to conversation back to the images in the control room and asked flat out, "What is so important about the vessel in the picture, and what is this legend that you had mentioned earlier?"

She turned her gaze from the moons to my face, smiled then told me that some things had to remain a secret, but if I joined her Ksatria Cahaya, she could answer my question.

I smiled back to her and laughed along with her and understood where she was coming from. I told her that I was planning on joining her but wanted to do a little more research before giving her my answer.

I think Sima understood my apprehension after all that had happened to me here over the past few months. We spent the next few hours talking about things that she was able to discuss without me having to sell my soul to the PTB or the KC. She began to grow tired and excused herself and went to sack out for a while. She said that she would meet me in the replicator alcove at 0500 for breakfast.

I agreed then watched her as she disappeared down the stairway that led from the temple area. Sima appeared to be in her late thirties but looked a lot younger than her chronological age and could easily be taken for someone in their late twenties. She was a few inches shorter than I was and rather slender. Her short blonde hair always had that wild unkempt early morning walk of shame look as it framed her pretty face perfectly. 

After a few minutes of admiring the departing Major, I turned back to my tablet and reviewed the specifications of the ship that she had selected for us. There was something about the design that I did not quite like, so without her permission I made a few changes, but what surprised me the most was that my request was accepted. The design she had chosen was perfect for a routine maintenance mission, but we were heading into the unknown, and given the look of the craft that had perused my shuttle, I thought we should have a more sturdy ship than the one that Sima had selected. 

I kept the same modules that she had selected but I selected the Explorer space frame instead of the Scout frame. The Scout frame mounted the installed modules in an exposed lattice framework while the Explorer frame mounted the requested components inside a large delta winged ship outfitted with ablative armor. Not only could the Explorer frame take more damage, it also had more firepower than the Scout frame. The delta wing design would also make the ship more maneuverable in an oxygen atmosphere, and given the design of the ship that attacked my shuttle, this would give us an advantage should we find a similar ship patrolling around Udon.

I spent the rest of the night looking over the specs of the ship we were going to take and figured that we now had the best design available, even though most of the components were over six thousand years old and were probably constructed by the lowest bidder. I hope that the Major would not complain too much about my changing her design, and to reassure myself that I had made the right decision I took a walk to the hanger bay to watch the bots begin to configure our ship. 

The vessel was a beautiful golden color, but it was not constructed of gold, nor was it painted. The hull was constructed of some sort of composite that I had never seen before. I tried to access the specs for the alloy but it appears that the formula for making such an alloy was either lost or classified above my access level. I was leaning more to the prospect that it had been lost as no security warning was issued upon my request for the information.

I walked a circle around the construction area and watched the bots do their work. I so wanted to walk up and touch the craft that they were refitting but there was such a fury of activity surrounding the craft, for my own safety I thought it best to observe from a distance. As I walked around the craft I also took note of the other partially assembled vessels in the hangar. It was easy to identify the others as being of the Scout, Freighter, and Maintenance classes.

I spent more time watching the construction then I had realized and I was jolted back to the reality of the moment when I felt a slight vibration on the back of my neck and a message came through my data port in the voice of Major Sima. In a pleasant voice she reminded me of the time and bid me to wake up and meet her in the replicator alcove.

I responded quickly that I was on my way and made a dash from the hangar to the alcove. Along the way I contacted maintenance control and instructed them to send a bot over to my quarters to pack up my few belongings and take them to the ship.

When I arrived at the alcove the Major was standing there looking all sharp in her neatly pressed uniform, and here I was running in wearing the same clothing that she had left me in the previous evening. She may have had the walk of shame hairstyle, but here I was in the walk of shame outfit and neither of us had done anything the least bit shameful.

Sima handed me a hot mug of something that she called "jallah", but to me it tasted just like coffee. It was then that I came to the realization that every culture I have encountered so far, and that goes for the people who created the replicators some six thousand years ago, had a drink similar to coffee and tea. 

As I accepted the drink from her, she informed me that our departure would be delayed for about an hour due to the unauthorized design changes that I had made. My heart skipped a beat as I knew that I had been caught. I paused for a second then went into my explanation as to why I made the changes. At first she was a bit confused by what I was telling her.

Sima confessed to me that she was not a pilot or combat officer and that her specialty was in administration and communication and that perhaps my training and past experience led me to make a better choice in ship design for us.

I looked at her for a moment, and then asked her who was going to fly the ship if she was not a pilot.

The autopilot was her response to my question.

I told her that this was unacceptable to me as she was possibly taking us into a hostile environment and was going to trust our lives to an autopilot.

I suspect that she had this all planned out but of course she never admitted it, but after I voiced my objection to the autopilot, she told me that if I felt better about it, she could request Central Command send us a pilot which could take days, or I could fly the ship if I thought I could handle it.

I smiled as her words struck home. I quickly accessed the flight deck information for the Explorer class ship and looked over the controls. I knew that this information was contained in the data that was downloaded into my brain while I was in the tank, and I recognized the controls as if I had used them before.

Of course I can handle it I told her.

With that said we finished our coffee and headed toward the hangar bay.

The Major went aboard our ship just as my personal items were placed in our sleeping quarters. I remained outside to do a preflight inspection of the ship's exterior just like they taught us at the academy. The walk around was pretty much just a formality but it was a good practice also, just to make sure that there were no tools or such left where they could cause damage to a running engine. It was also reassuring to know that there were no cracks, or structural damage to the hull or the landing struts.

As I made my way around the outside of the craft, I had my first chance to actually touch its external skin, and when my finger tips came in contact with the surface, they made slight indentations just as they would while giving a lover's skin a soft caress. It was then that the color of the external surface changed from gold to white, but the change was just under the area in contact with my fingertips. As I walked and kept in contact with the hull, a streak of white for each fingertip followed me then changed back into its golden color as I moved away.

I began to sense that the skin of the ship was a living organism. As I continued my walk around I was startled when the words, "Good Morning Kitty" were broadcast directly into my head without the use of my data port.

Good morning. How shall I address you?

I do not have name but the maintenance robots are calling me Galora One.

Galora One it is then.

Would you like to give me another name? 

I can do that?

Yes you may. It is customary for Annu pilots to name their ships.

But I am not Annu.

Kitty, the DNA residue left on my skin from your touch indicates that you are indeed Annu.

I stopped my walk around immediately as I realized that this ship knew more about me than I did, and also could tell me more than the databases that I had been trying to access in the control center. Perhaps their database had been damaged, or perhaps it had been tampered with, but somehow the information that I was looking for was contained in this vessel's memory.

Galora One, your new name will be Sheba.

Understood, my new name is Sheba.

Sheba, file this conversation in a private area and restrict access to myself only.

Request filed and marked as ordered. Kitty, our launch time is approaching, please come aboard.

Thank you Sheba.

As I ascended the ramp leading to the interior of the ship, I pressed the palm of my hand against its skin one last time before entering. I felt a pleasant tingle emanating from the craft and within seconds the exterior color was changed from it antique looking gold color to a mottled series of grey, purple and black patches that resembled the pattern that a leopard's coat would have. I was amazed that Sheba knew that purple was my favorite color and changed her outward appearance for me.

I entered the walkway that traversed from the flight deck to the installed modules and as soon as I entered the doorway, I felt a formal connection to Sheba through the data port at the base of my skull and immediately I was seeing the technical readouts from the many sensors inside and outside the ship. I was now totally connected to the ship. To test the connection I ordered the external crew door to be closed and sealed and the ramp retracted into the hull. Within seconds my request had been carried out.

I went over the readings that were available to me and I knew that the engines and internal systems were ready and fully functional. I contacted Sima through her data port and asked if she was ready to depart. When she replied in the affirmative I gave Sheba the command to prepare for departure and made my way to the flight deck to take my place in the pilot's seat. This was just a formality as I now realized that I could control the ship from anywhere, but I preferred to be in the pilot's seat for take off.

The hangar bay was located under a huge stone landing pad to the South of the city, and once I gave the command to prepare for departure, the stone cover parted wide enough to allow us to pass through. When the closure was fully retracted the ship's engines roared to life. There was no need to strap in to the pilot's seat, though there was a safety harness available on both the pilot and co-pilot's seats for emergency use. The ship would transverse the distance from the ground to space via anti-gravity thrusters, which would give us a nice smooth ride that is unless we flew through some sort of storm.

With the engines online and powered up I gave the command to lift off and shortly after that we were clear of the hangar bay and on our way toward the darkness of space. Once we were clear of the planet's atmosphere and gravity I manually pitched the ship over so that the planet was visible through the flight deck's windows and got my first view of the planet Galora. It was a beautiful view from space. Galora closely resembled Earth from high orbit, except that Galora was much larger than Earth. I spent about ten minutes watching Galora shrink in the window and was totally captivated by the beauty of the spinning globe that I did not hear Sima enter the flight deck and was not aware of her presence until she parked herself in the co-pilots seat.

I looked at Sima, and then connected with Sheba without using my installed data port. I did not want to create any transmissions that Sima could possibly read or intercept, being that I did not really know her that well.

Sheba, log all activities and functions as private for my access only and encrypt data with my genetic code, DNA and brain wave patterns. Full biological scans to be required for access. 

Request confirmed, security set as requested.

Once the security perimeters were set I instructed Sheba to take us to Udon and supplied the coordinates from my tablet. Once the course was locked in I brought the hyper drive online and adjusted the ship's heading. The ship sent out a bright amber pulse toward deep space and within seconds a swirling yellow jump point began to form. It did not take long for the point to fully form and firm up. Once the jump point was ready Sheba began a countdown starting at ten and working backwards. When the countdown reached zero the engines roared to life and sent is quickly into the spinning golden vortex. Once we passed through the vortex we lost our view of the stars and were surrounded by total darkness. We had no stars or heavenly bodies to navigate by. We were now locked on course toward Udon... that is if my navigational calculations were correct.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 32



I remained at the controls for an hour or so after we had made the jump to hyperspace and during that time Sima was off wandering about the ship. I ran through the jump calculations one last time for my own peace of mind then asked Sheba to verify my calculations, which she did and responded that we were on the correct course. I took a careful look at all the data displays on my console and confirmed that the ship was functioning within acceptable limits. Now that we were on our way, it was time for me to have a shower and get comfortable.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 33



Memoirs of Kitty Siam - Udon.

It did not take me long to miss the water showers that I took on Rontara after my first experience with the sonic showers on board our ship. The sonic showers did a fantastic job of cleaning the body in quick order, but the were no substitute for real hot water caressing my skin.

When I finished my shower, Sima was in our quarters in a video conference with General Tives Hathok, who I found out was Sima's husband after doing some very skillful eavesdropping. From the tone of their conversation they seemed quite happy and truly missed each other. The General was concerned about the sudden nature of our trip and was not totally convinced that his beloved should have volunteered for a field assignment with me as she lacked the experience and training for anything more than a routine survey mission. She did her best to assure him that our journey was just a quick hop to investigate the origin of my DNA and that no combat or covert actions would be required. I chimed in as I slipped into a white cropped t-shirt and matching panties that the Major was in good hands and would be safe.

The General cleared his throat as a sign of his displeasure that I was listening in and that I had the audacity to interrupt their private conversation. I giggled to myself as I realized that the General was upset, but I was used to dorm life having lived in one most of my life and had to deal with roommates and their privacy or lack thereof with me around. Actually there was no privacy, but we tried to be respectful of each other, and I guess it was a little disrespectful when I walked behind Sima in my underwear and waved at the General as I passed by. Silence filled the room as I slipped into a tiny pair of white shorts and headed toward the flight deck to have a little chat with Sheba.

On my way to the flight deck I made a stop for a tall glass of ice tea. With tea and tablet in hand I contacted Sheba by our private link and asked he for a status update on the ship. Her reply was that we were on course and all systems were functioning within expected perimeters.

As I slipped into the pilot's seat the panel in front of me came to life and presented me with a display of all of the ship's critical functions. While the panel was clean and bright and the displays readable, they had a very old look to them so I asked Sheba to display her production date and major overhaul and maintenance records. I knew that this ship was old and I had figured that it was about six thousand years old but I was speechless when I learned that this vessel was 13,181 years old. What made it even more incredible was that the date was listed in galactic standard years, and by my quick calculations, in Earth years Sheba was 17,522 years old. Before we left Galora I had guessed that Sheba was around six thousand years old, but I had made that assumption on the age of the base on Rontara's historical records. I obviously was way off given the construction date and maintenance records that I was now looking at. 

It appeared that Sheba had been in service to many bases scattered around the galaxy and had sustained heavy damage on several occasions. As I looked more closely I noticed that the damage had occurred in different sectors, and it appeared that there was a span of around five thousand galactic years between each series of major repairs.

I went back to the oldest record of severe damage and pulled up the actual report but what I got was either heavily redacted or bits and pieces of it were lost over time. To make matters worse, it was written in an ancient version of the Annu language that was not translated very well to the modern incarnation of the language. It appears that the ship was damaged by a vessel of unknown origin.

I contacted Sheba by our private neural link and asked her about this incident, but unfortunately she could not provide much information on it as the systems in use then were not compatible with her current software.

Sheba then went into a dissertation that let me know that she was not a living organism as I had originally thought, and that she was only an artificial intelligence (AI) application built into the ship's central core. I was in awe of Sheba once I came to the realization that an AI could communicate with me by brain waves alone.

This revelation prompted me to ask about the reaction of the ship's exterior to my touch before we launched.

Sheba explained that what I felt was the exterior skin of the vessel that is quite alive. The skin is a living, self-healing organism designed to deflect space debris and projectile type weapons, and absorb the radiated energy of beam weapons.

I immediately searched for the specs on this skin design but there was nothing available to me. What I was able to find is that it was a type of ablative armor of recent design and was highly classified. I did learn that this would be the first mission for this vessel with the new skin refit.

I went back to the maintenance logs and took a look at the next to the oldest maintenance record that showed heavy damage to Sheba and found that there was more than one incident of damage to this craft. There was a gap of about five thousand years since the previous major repair. It appeared from the maintenance records that this vessel was heavily damaged several times over a twenty-year period. My first guess as I looked over the records is that perhaps Sheba had run into raiders or privateers, but the damage pattern was an indication of heavy weapons, much heavier than raiders would use. The blast patterns indicated that the attackers had attempted to destroy this vessel instead of boarding it for the purpose of stealing her cargo.

The following records over the next twenty years period showed similar damage, and the weapons resonance signatures on the hull indicated that all the attacks over this period were done by multiple versions of the same ship, which led me to believe that Sheba was involved in several major conflicts over her lifetime of service.

I skimmed forward to the next set of records and pulled up those that indicated heavy damage. As I read carefully through each report it was becoming clear that over a ten thousand year period Sheba had been damaged by the same type of weapon on numerous occasions, and that the damage had occurred in almost exactly five thousand year increments.

I continued my scan of the maintenance records and did some basic math and came to the conclusion that we were within about a hundred years or so of the end of the current five thousand year period. It did not take long for me to come to the conclusion that every five thousand years or so, a major conflict had taken place and if this maintenance history was correct, perhaps within the next century we could expect to see another similar conflict break out in this quadrant of the galaxy.

Next I directed Sheba's attention to the maintenance records that I had just reviewed. I pointed out the pattern of damage and asked what sort of weapon has a resonance signature similar to the signature of the damage indicated in the maintenance reports.

The answer that I got back from Sheba was that a phased pulse disruptor caused the damage.

Sheba, List all space faring species that use such weapons.

Zeta Reticulans.

Sheba, locate home world of species Zeta Reticulans.

Requested location unavailable.

Sheba, explain.

Data location containing the requested information is unavailable. Contact Ksatria Cahaya Actual to report this discrepancy.

Sheba, is this information restricted above my level of clearance?

Requested data record has been removed. Requested storage area has been damaged.

Sheba, how were the records damaged?

Information unavailable.

Thank you Sheba.

I disengaged my link to Sheba as I needed some time to ponder what I had just learned. I decided to take a walking tour of the ship, but first a change of attire was in order. I activated my newly upgraded wardrobe device and donned my old white Drax Corporation flight suit, but the garment that I found myself dressed in was nothing like the one that I had stored in my old collar a few years ago. Gone was the old bulky flame resistant blend of high tech fabrics that I knew so well. 

The color was still the same but the new version of the flight suit was some sort of clinging fabric that looked on the outside like white latex, but felt like silk against my skin. A closer inspection of the fabric revealed that it was no thicker than a human hair yet the specifications on the new suit indicated that it was three times more durable than my black battle suit, and also provided superior protection against directed beam weapons and radiation. Another benefit to the suit that was listed in its specifications was that it could double as a space suit once the helmet, gloves and breathing system were deployed from the wardrobe device.

This new suit made me thankful that the good folks at Osaka Eugenics had designed me to be free of pubic hair, because as thin and as tight fitting as this suit was, had I had hair down there you could easily count the number hairs from their outline on the outside of the suit. When I had a chance to look at the new suit in a mirror I was struck by how my nipples were so prominently on display through the fabric. Again, the thinness of the fabric made even my small nipples easy to see, and if one looked close enough it was easy to tell where the demarcation line was between my breast flesh and my areolas was located. I came to the conclusion that getting aroused in this suit would not be a good idea.

This thought caused me to go through the items stored in my wardrobe device and construct a short waist length jacket made of similar materiel that I could wear on top of the flight suit to keep my little nubs from broadcasting to the galaxy something that I would prefer to remain a secret. Once the jacket was ready I deployed it and had a good look at the outfit and was pleased with what I had constructed and of course how I looked in the form-fitting garment.

There was no need for shoes or boots with this selection as a thick layer of the suit's fabric protected the bottoms of the feet. The bottoms were also treated with a slip resistant surface. The nice thing about the foot protection was that it was flexible enough to allow the wearer to climb about on rugged surfaces with ease, yet comfortable enough to wear for days if necessary aboard ship.

I set out on my walkabout and in a short time I passed by the small galley and found Sima enjoying a snack. In space there is no day and night time and the same goes for hyperspace, that is unless you have the ship set up for day and night and Sima had taken care of that after we boarded. She synchronized the ship's day and night cycle to match that of our Central Command facility, which was the time that her body clock was set to. It really did not make a difference to me as I never really required much sleep. It was now mid day per the chronometer in the galley. As I entered Sima gave me a good looking over as I moved about the room in my flight suit. Her look was neither of approval or disapproval, but for whatever reason she was taking a good long look as I had caught her several times checking me out. I did not think she was looking at me in a sexual way; it was more like she was looking me over for uniform code violations. After all she was a officer and I guess old habits are always hanging about.

I fixed myself some iced tea in a travel mug as I planned on taking it with me on my walkabout. Sima was having some sort of burned replicated bird meat and asked me if I would join her for lunch. It had been a while since I had eaten, so I took a seat and joined her. The food was sort of bland, but it was filling. We sat, ate, and chatted for a bit, but nothing was said of any importance. I remarked that the ship was functioning well and that I had gone over some of the maintenance records. I was surprised that when I told Sima how old this ship was, she just nodded and kept on eating. I suppose from her reaction that traveling in such old vessels was the norm for her and her people.

We finished our meal and as we parted ways I asked Sima if she wanted to accompany me on my tour of the ship, but she declined and cited that she was behind on her reports to Central Command and needed some time to herself to get caught up. Sima remained in the galley while I made my way about the ship. It did not take me long to familiarize myself with the ship's internal workings as the schematics were part of the permanent record that was downloaded into my brain for easy access. My tour lasted the better part of the day and when I was convinced that I had inspected the most critical systems on board, I made my way back to the flight deck to have a look at the ship's instrumentation. As expected, all ships functions were operating within the expected limits.

I sat watching the flight console for quiet a while and as I watched the numbers fluctuate my thoughts went back to the conversation that I had with Sheba earlier about the damage that she had sustained. I formulated a new round of questions to pose to her but thought that I had better do more research on my own before I got Sheba involved. I began to think that it might be time to discuss what I had learned with Sima since I had her here as a captive audience.

I slipped out of my seat and left the flight deck, then asked Sheba where the Major was located. 

Major Sima Kashen is located in the sleeping alcove of the habitation module was the answer I received.

I made my way to the habitation module and when I got there I found the Major in her bunk in a deep sleep. She had turned on the stasis beam and put up a, "Do not disturb for three weeks" sign. Of course it would have been nice for her to say, "Kitty, I am going to sleep for the rest of the trip", but hey, I'm just the hired help here. Oh wait; I have not been formally hired yet. I stood there looking over her sleeping form and for a few seconds I thought I heard her snoring... not really; the snoring sound was just the air handlers kicking in.

I figured that two can play this game so I gave the ship's functional readouts one last going over before I slipped into my bunk on the bulkhead across the compartment from Sima. Like Sima I positioned myself on my back and crossed my hands over my chest then gave instructions to Sheba to monitor ship functions and to wake me as soon as a problem is detected. I left a wakeup call for twelve hours prior to our scheduled time to leave hyperspace, and then activated the twilight stasis field and in seconds I had joined Sima in slumber land.

My sleep was uninterrupted; I did not dream and there were no shipboard emergencies that I needed to deal with along the way. When Sheba turned off the stasis field I woke refreshed and ready for a long hot shower. Unfortunately all that was available was a not so nice sonic shower, which was just enough to get the three weeks of sleeping funk off of my body. I did not want to smell really bad when we touched down on Udon.

I dressed as before in my newly upgraded white flight suit, but this time I made sure to include the Drax Corporation logo over my left breast. I thought that wearing the corporate tag would perhaps lend some corporate legitimacy to my visit so that maybe the good folks at Osaka Eugenics would be more cooperative in providing my un redacted medical records.

After I finished my shower and dressed I made a quick survey of the ship and got a full report on the ship's critical functions from Sheba. When I returned to the habitation module, Sima had already vacated her bunk and was in the galley having her version of coffee and breakfast. We exchanged greetings and I gave her a quick run down on the ship's condition and made mention that we would need to replenish the HE3 tanks before we left the system.

Sima barely responded as she had her nose almost pressed against her data tablet in an attempt to catch up on a three-week backlog of what passed for paperwork. We ate our breakfast in silence while she tended to her duties and I tended to mine. I dug a little deeper into Sheba's flight and maintenance records while I ate, but discovered nothing new. We were a few hours from jumping back into normal space when I finished my meal. I placed my dishes in the recycle bin, refilled my coffee mug then made my way to the flight deck.

I made myself at home as I slipped comfortably into the pilot's seat. I brought the command console to life and deployed the manual control joystick. I always preferred manual control during landings in an oxygen atmosphere.

I contacted Sima and advised her that we would be exiting hyperspace shortly and that she should prepare herself. I went through the checklists for our return to normal space, and while I was at it, I went through our pre-landing checklist. That took up the last two hours of our hyperspace travel. When Sima made her way onto the flight deck I was just securing myself into my seat with the shoulder and lap belts as sometimes the transition from hyperspace to normal space can get a little bumpy, as can landings in an oxygen atmosphere. Yes, even after several thousand years, there has been no sure fire remedy for atmospheric turbulence.

Sima strapped herself in also as I instructed Sheba to being the process of returning to normal space. I could have done it myself but it was a boring process that is best left to the ship's AI. The ship sent out a bright blue pulse toward the unending blackness of space and within seconds a swirling blue whirlpool began to form in front of us. The hyper drive powered down as we slipped through the event horizon and entered normal space without incident.

I checked our position and discovered that we had jumped in close enough to Udon that the rest of our journey would take us a little under and hour to make planetary orbit. We were just close enough to have set off the sensors of the planetary defense grid. Being that we were not expected on Udon, as we did not file a proper flight plan I activated the comm system and tuned in the Udon Traffic Control frequency.

Galora Explorer One to Udon Traffic Control.

I waited for a few minutes but there was no response so I tried again.

Galora Explorer One to Udon Traffic Control, do you read?

A few minutes later I began switching through the various control channels that were normally used by Udon Control and each time my hails were met with silence. My next attempt was to contact the local defense force for a response, as I was sure that by now they were targeting us.

Galora Explorer One to Udon Defense Command

Again, silence.

I looked over at Sima and she looked back at me and I could see the concern in her eyes, as I am sure that she had seen the same in mine. I made a quick tactical scan of the system but could not identify any space traffic in or around the planet Udon. Next I instructed Sheba to begin a scan of all available sub space frequencies for any voice or data traffic. At the same time I raised our defensive shields, deployed the heavy ablative armor and engaged the cloaking system.

As Sheba reported that no communications of any kind had been detected I began an evasive course toward Udon just in case anyone was trying to plot an intercept course from our previous heading. 

We were now within the range of Udon's powerful pulse ion cannons, and yet I could detect no targeting sensors being directed at us. As Udon grew larger on the main view screen Sheba's sensors began to pick up debris orbiting the planet. A quick tactical scan now reviled that the debris was the remnants of Udon's two orbiting spaceports that I had visited often during my flight training as a cadet.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 33



It was clear to both Sima and I that something terrible had happened here and whatever it was, it was not a naturally occurring event. It was upon this realization that I deployed and charged the plasma cannons.

I kept the ship on manual control and put us into a low orbit around Udon after making sure that our orbit would keep us well out of the path of any orbiting debris. I kept the tactical scanners busy searching for threats while Sheba monitored all available frequencies for any friendly or hostile communications. Sima left the flight deck and went to the ship's science module to begin a detailed scan of the planet to search for signs of life and to try to determine what had happened. We both had agreed that we should try to determine who or what did this before we entered Udon's atmosphere.

Sima buzzed me from the science lab and began sending me data that she had collected from the planet below. As we made our first orbit of the planet the monitor before me changed to show a detailed visual scan of the planet below. The three main cities that I knew on Udon were now gone and were replaced with huge craters at least twice as big as the cities that used to occupy the same space.

The next data to come in from Sima was a detailed scan of the planet's atmosphere. The particulate readings taken indicated that there was enough particulate matter in the air that sunlight would not be reaching the surface of the planet any time soon. There were all sorts of trace elements present in the atmosphere along with several highly toxic radioactive isotopes. It was clear from these scans that what ever had happened did not happen by accident, nor was it a natural occurrence as it was easy to see that the three main cities had been targeted. The only thing that the incoming data did not tell us was why.

There was no need to subject our ship to the risk of entering the atmosphere. The shields would hold against the debris, but there was nothing to be gained by going down to the planet. It was obvious that Osaka Eugenics and the city that it was located in had been obliterated from space. Sima transferred control of the equipment in the science module to the co-pilot's console and rejoined me on the flight deck. Sima, Sheba and I compared notes on what we had found. We came to the conclusion that Udon had been attacked but we could not determine by who or when, though I had a feeling that the, "when" was around the day that my shuttle had left the planet. We could not determine any sort of weapons signatures as either the weapon type was unknown to us or too much time had passed and the resonance traces had dissipated beyond the detection limits of our scanners.

While Sheba and Sima were continuing to send scan data to the center console, I made a quick scan of the ship's systems and came to the conclusion that our cloak time was coming up on its limit and soon we would have to shut it down. We were also quite low on our HE3 reserves and that would have to be replenished very soon. With that said I diverted the power that was being sent to the cloak and used the additional power to reinforce our shields. With that out of the way I set a course toward the star that Udon circled then activated our main engines to break orbit. Within a few seconds we were on route to the center of this system.

We continued our scans of Udon and the surrounding space but we could not glean any more information than we already had. Once we were away from Udon it finally hit me that most everyone that I knew on that planet had probably died in the attack. Gone were my friends, professors, and the staff that I had come to know. My only hope was that perhaps others had made it off the planet in shuttles the way that I had. 

On our way to the center of the system, Sima and I continued our discussion on what our next step should be. I was holding out for a trip to Earth as perhaps the Osaka Eugenics office there would have a backup of my medical records. Sima was insisting that we needed to conduct some official business and determine why the portal on the fourth planet was sending an, Out of Order" signal. 

As we neared Udon's star I adjusted the ship's shield harmonics to block out the star's radiation and heat. I deployed the internally stored collectors and began the process of replenishing our HE3 supply. It took us several orbits of the sun to take our tanks up to the full mark. Once we were full I stowed the collectors but remained in orbit as we went back to our discussion on where to go next.

Sima would not budge and pulled rank, so I reluctantly agreed that Mars was our next stop with a follow on trip to Earth. I had to concede to Sima that when we reached Earth we would have to determine what had happened to the two portals that Earth was supposed to have. To tell the truth, I was a bit curious as to where these portals were and what had happened to them as well, but my first goal on Earth was to find out what sort of DNA was used in my construction, and exactly where it came from.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 34



I set course for the fourth planet in the SolTer system as it was known on Annu galactic map and pulled the ship away from Udon's star. Once we were a safe distance from the star I opened a jump point and we entered hyperspace. It was a much shorter journey to our destination than the journey from Galora to Udon. The trip took us a few hours under three days and the trip was uneventful. During the trip Sima and I continued our discussions about the KC and the PTB and after giving the matter a lot of thought I agreed to join. 

Sima offered me a commission as a lieutenant in the militarized side of the KC, but instead I decided to decline and join the PTB and elected exploration and science over war as I had had enough war and violence during my days with the Kreetin army. The Major did her best to convince me that my talents would be wasted as a scientist, but she reluctantly agreed with my choice and supported me when she relayed my decision to Central Command. 

On the last day of our journey I was formally inducted into the PTB and given the pay grade and seniority commensurate with a Lieutenant on the military side of the organization. I was told that once we returned to Central Command that I would be afforded the opportunity to choose my own maintenance and exploration crew. I would also be allowed to choose the home station for myself and my crew, and from what Sima told me, the location choices would consist of recently repaired portal hubs on the fringe of the galaxy. I guess that would be a good place to put me since our primary mission was exploration and the restoration of the portal system. As I thought this over there was always the hope in the back of my mind that we could activate one of the portals on Earth and my home base could be there. 

It is not standard practice for a pilot to engage the ship's shields upon coming out of hyperspace but for me it was a safety precaution that I had subscribed to since I first started flight training at the academy. It was a good thing for us that I chose the side of caution because as we entered normal space near Mars a large hunk of debris bounced off our forward shield. Had the shields not been raised, the flight deck would have been gone. 

Upon the realization that we had emerged from hyperspace into a debris field not listed on any of the navigation charts, not even the ones I remembered from the academy. As another chunk of debris impacted against the forward shields I diverted power from the science and habitation modules and applied the extra power to the forward shields. I activated the ship's defense grid and turned targeting over to Sheba, which would allow me to concentrate on not slamming into a hunk of metal that was larger than our shields, or defense grid could neutralize. 

It soon became clear that the space junk we were flying through at one time was what was left of the Mars defense fleet. I scanned the debris visually and Sima began using the ships sensors to determine where we were and what had happened. It did not take too long to understand that a pretty lengthy and intense battle had taken place around Mars and within the orbit of the moon Phobos. 

Sima continued to update me on the results of her scans and even without the equipment from the science section she had a pretty good picture of what had happened. Two fleets had engaged in combat in the area and it appeared that the Mars defense fleet had lost the battle. The Major was unable to identify the attacking fleet as there was no wreckage found from any vessels other than that of the Earth Force fleet that was assigned to the defense of Mars. 

I brought the ship to a stand still and parked us next to a huge chunk of hull that had once belonged to the Earth Force cruiser Nagato. I deployed the landing struts, turned the ship and connected magnetically to the hull section. Once the ship was attached, I switched our shield coverage to favor the top of the ship then engaged the cloaking system. I informed the Major that I would prefer to learn more about what had happened here before we go any farther with our mission. Sima agreed, then made the suggestion that we switch to passive scanning so as not to give our position away should there still be a hostile force in the area. Of course it was my turn to agree with her. 

Our first duty by galactic convention was to scan for survivors and render assistance as necessary. From looking at the wreckage and seeing no atmosphere, flame, smoke, or fuel venting from the debris, it was clear that the battle had been over long ago. However, we still conducted our scans as required. 

As we finished our scans for survivors, I asked Sima if she could identify a common weapons signature in the debris field, but there was nothing that she could immediately determine. She set about narrowing her scanning beams, but before she did she gave me this confused look as to why I was suddenly taking charge of this mission and giving her orders. My intention was not to step on her toes or anything but my mind was working on a hundred different things and perhaps I was speaking out of turn but I really needed to know what had happened. I explained this to her and she understood, though I did not announce to her that I would have Sheba monitoring her scans just for my own peace of mind. 

I contacted Sheba by our private link and asked her to also scan the wreckage and to monitor the scans that Sima was conducting. It did not take long for Sheba to announce that a weapons signature had been found. 

Sheba, identify weapons signature. 

Resonance traces indicate that a phased pulse disruptor . 

Sheba, identify species or ship type that matches this resonance signature 

Origin of weapon signature... unknown. 

Sheba, cross-reference resonance traces on Earth ship hulls with those from the maintenance records from this vessel. 

Resonance trace matches 95%. High probability same species and ship types involved in multiple incidents. 

Thank you Sheba. 

With this knowledge fresh in my mind I turned to Sima and asked if she had found anything that indicated who the attacker was. Her response was a disappointing, "No." 

Either the Major knew what I knew and she was holding it back, or she did not know. After all, I had accessed Sheba's maintenance records and cataloged the damage, where she had not. I decided that I would keep this information strictly between Sheba and myself. I needed to determine if the Sima was holding back on me or if she really did not know. I was hoping that it was the latter as I really wanted to be able to trust her. 

Several hours had passed and we had performed an extensive series of scans of the area and decided that there was no more information for us to glean from the debris field. As we compared notes on our scans and investigations, we came to the conclusion that the attack on the Mars Defense Fleet had taken place approximately two years ago, which would put the time of the attack roughly around the time that my shuttle from Udon was shot down over Galora. By comparing the data from Udon with the scans taken from the wreckage around Mars, it would seem that both events took place about the same time. 

Sima informed me that in her next communication with Central Command she would suggest that a tactical team be dispatched to Mars and to Udon to conduct an intensive investigation, as it was obvious that an overly aggressive species was involved and that it was most likely that they had conducted both attacks in a coordinated manner. 

It was now time for us to proceed to Mars. I released the magnetic clamps and with only maneuvering thrusters I moved us clear of the debris field putting us on course for the Martian surface. As Mars grew larger on the main view screen, Sima began a scan for the location of the portal complex on the planet's surface, and while she did that, I had Sheba scanning for signs of life. The planet Mars had seventeen domed cities on the surface and as we began to orbit the red planet, it became clear that all seventeen of them had been destroyed in a similar manner as the cities of Udon. The level of devastation we were seeing on the scanners and on our view screens was on a biblical level as there was nothing left to identify that a city had once been there. All that remained was a huge crater with raised jagged edges that gave a look as if they had been melted by the finger of god. A shiver ran through my slender body as I thought of Earth and hoped that humanity's home world had been spared this sort of devastation. 

We made seven orbits of the red planet searching for signs of life in the hope that someone may still be alive down on the surface. Sima located the portal on our second orbit. It was then that we realized that given the level of destruction, no one could survive on the surface in the thin atmosphere of Mars for even a day, and that after two years. If any life still existed on Mars it would be found underground so we began scanning under the Martian surface, but instead of finding life, all we found was an elaborate system of tunnels and though we tried, we could not determine the length of time that has passed since their construction. 

After our seventh orbit when the Cydonia Plateau came into view I slightly inclined the ship's nose toward the stars and deactivated our shields. As there was little atmosphere for our wings to be of use our decent would be made using our anti-grav pods. Sima sent the landing coordinates to my console and I plotted a course toward the large crater to the magnetic north of pyramid that was growing larger on the ship's view screen. 

When Sheba informed me that we were two miles out from our landing zone Sima's console received a signal from the portal facility, which she promptly answered with a sequence of taps on her console. A few seconds after she issued the send command a red cloud of dust could be seen rising up from the inside of the crater that we had selected as our landing site. The thin red cloud was in reaction to the center of the crater sliding apart to allow us to pass under the Martian surface to a hidden landing pad. 

Once we were over the crater I stopped our forward momentum and deployed the landing struts. I set the ship down gently on the floor below and the second that our struts made contact with the floor, the crater opening above us began to close. Once we were secure underground I cut the engines and disengaged the cloaking system. I had originally anticipated a surface landing and was a bit surprised to find an underground hangar under the Martian surface. 

What really amazed me about this facility was that it had remained undetected for so long by the people of Earth. Over the centuries many scans had been taken of this area and some excavations had been made around the pyramids, but none ever looked at this crater that we were sitting under. Earth archeologists suspected that Mars had been inhabited long ago and looked long and hard to try and prove their theory. It was not until I had found the KC's information on Mars that I knew that Mars supported life over 17,000 years ago. I so wanted to tell my history professor back at the academy what I had found but unfortunately he probably met his fate along with everyone else that I had known on Udon. 

I began powering down the flight systems while Sima began a scan of the hanger bay outside the ship. Her readings indicated that the life support system supporting the hangar bay was trying to pressurize and oxygenate the atmosphere outside the ship but was unable to complete the task. Sima found several breaches in the huge underground cavern that made up the hangar bay. Sima attempted to activate the repair bots and assign them the task of plugging the leaks but the Mars maintenance bots were not responding to her commands. We reluctantly came to the conclusion that our venture outside of the ship would have to be done in pressurized encounter suits. I was lucky that my revamped flight suit could double as an encounter suit, but unfortunately for Sima, I had the help her get into a bulky red EVA (Extra Vehicular Activity) suit that she had to wear did NOTHING to accentuate her figure. 

Sima's suit contained a bulky pressurization and breathing pack that was mounted on the back of the suit and was connected by a thick hose to a fishbowl like helmet. The pressurization pack for my suit was about the size of a deck of cards and mounted to a belt that fit snugly around my waist and connected to a lightweight fishbowl like helmet via a tendril that was about the size of a drinking straw. I made a note to myself that I would have to upgrade the suits stored on this ship when we get to Central Command as the suit that Sima was wearing was probably put on this ship when it was built. 

After getting Sima into her suit, it took only milliseconds to deploy my helmet, gloves, and pressurization system using my wardrobe device. We gave each other a good looking over to make sure that we both had a tight seal on our suits and helmets then we exited the ship. As we made our way down the ramp I could make out several ships similar to the ones that were assigned to Galora but unlike the ones on Galora, these had suffered some damage. The damage was mostly minor, but one ship appeared to have been struck by a huge chunk or rock that had fallen from the roof above. There was quite a bit of rock and rock dust spread about the hanger floor. Perhaps this was due to a ground quake or some sort, or perhaps it was caused by the bombardment of the planet from space. 

We moved carefully across the hanger bay toward and airlock that lead to the man complex. Sima activated the controls and we entered together. As the door locked behind us we could hear a gentle hiss of air rushing in as the airlock began to pressurize. As the pressure built to a survival level, an audible warning in the Annu language was issued inside the airlock warning us that the hangar side of the airlock would fail in twenty seconds. That gave us just enough time to open the inner door and rush into the main facility before the door behind us closed and the outer seal failed. 

There was no light in the facility except for the illumination devices built into our helmets. We carefully made our way down the corridor and as we moved through the debris that was strewn about the floor. Sima activated her tablet and pulled up the last known floor plan on this facility and began giving out directions. I thought it better to let her navigate since I was more nimble than she was in her bulky EVA suit. Carefully I moved what debris I could out of the way for her but that still left us both trudging through several inches of red dust from the surface and from the bits and pieces of fallen ceiling and wall panels. 

We passed through several airlocks and as we got closer to the central hub that was the Command Center we found that the airlocks were less damaged than the ones we had passed through earlier. Though the seals were in better shape, the content of the air inside was not breathable. 

It was as if the main power had been shut down long ago, but small parts of the station still had minimal power. At first I suspected a sort of battery back up system, but our scans for a power source came up negative. My next guess was that somewhere on the surface was a semi-functional solar cell providing power, but again, our scans could not confirm that either but we knew for sure that some of the airlocks had minimal power. 

As we reached the Command Center and idea hit me. Most hangar bays have power connections that allow a parked ship to receive power from the facility so they do not have to run their engines inside the bay while maintenance is being preformed. With that thought in mind I activated a communication channel to Sheba. 

Sheba, scan the hangar area for a vehicle maintenance power connection. 

Power connection found... maintenance power is not available at this time. 

Sheba, task our ship's maintenance bots to establish a connection to a maintenance power node. 

Maintenance bots have been dispatched. 

Thank you Sheba. 

As we made our assessment of the Command Center we could see that this facility had been damaged as well but due to the reinforced walls and ceiling the damage was minimal. The damage to some of the consoles indicated that they were damaged due to failure or due to a power overload of some sort as the panels and control surfaces had exploded outward. 

We were just about to make our way into a corridor that lead away from the Command Center when Sheba announced to us that the requested power connection had been made. 

Sheba, activate shield and cloak reactors and route power from the ship to this facility 

Understood. 

Within seconds of Sheba's confirming my request the lights flickered to life inside the Command Center. Most of the light fixtures had been damaged and were unusable but there were enough that were functioning to give us enough light to get a better view of the facility. 

As I looked around the room and took inventory of what was working and what was not, Sima took a standing position over one of the command consoles that had surprisingly flickered to life after several short burst of sparks flashed out from the underside. Unfortunately the console had come to life, but the central core that ran the consoles and this facility was offline and unreachable. While Sima urged the console to do her bidding, I contacted Sheba and requested that she assign our ship's maintenance bots to locate and activate the maintenance bots assigned to this facility. I also requested that she take control of all of the maintenance bots assigned to Mars station and have them begin restoring the central core and life support. 

It took us three days to get all of the Mars station bots back online and working to make the station habitable. The central core and most of the station's electronics were knocked offline by a major EMP burst perhaps several thousand years ago as far as we could tell. Perhaps it was more than that but most of the data storage devices were turned to oatmeal by an EMP shockwave. When the bots brought the core back online it was pretty much wiped clean of its original programming and stored data. We had to augment the systems with applications and seed data that we transferred from Sheba. This was enough to get the life support working and we were able to get out of our encounter suits while we were working in the central part of the station were the airlocks were fully functional. The bots were still working on sealing the breaches and poorly functioning airlock seals throughout the rest of the station. 

Once the core was back online we were able to disconnect power from our ship and deploy the backup solar array. That provided enough power until the bots got the stations reactor online. We were into our third week on Mars when Sima and I were able to move into quarters in the station's habitation area. Sima chose to occupy the quarters that once belonged to the commander of the station, and she got the best quarters as the previous commander held the rank of Admiral. Speaking of the former commander, his remains were among those that we found in the station. The Admiral had died in his bed, which led me to believe that the attack that took out the Annu's Mars station was an unexpected attack and caught the former occupants off guard. 

There were one hundred and seven full skeletons in all that we found about the station. There were no obvious signs of injury and most of the remains were found in areas of the station that were opened to space so we assumed that suffocation was the cause of death. Fortunately for the former commander of this station, he died of a heart attack, which was caused when his pacemaker stopped working. A quick examination of the device showed that it was rendered inoperative from the EMP burst. Even though we had no data to prove it, our combined guess was that this station given its size and that it drew and Admiral as a commander was a pretty important facility to the Annu thousands of years ago. 




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 34



I chose to make my home across the hall from the Admiral's quarters in the Executive Officer's quarters. I guess I could have wrestled Sima for the better quarters but since she was by default the commanding officer of this facility, I deferred to her rank and agreed that she should have the better billet. This was also when I stopped trying to call the shots to restore the station and let Major Sima take charge. I have always been the type of person that sees something that needs to be done, and then just jump in and get things going. I did apologize to the Major in case she felt slighted by my take-charge personality. She confessed that at first she did feel a little put out and a bit disrespected but then she came to realize that this was just my way of doing things and actually felt better about her decision to recruit me. So things worked out well between us after all. 

As we ended our third week on Mars, I was beginning to grow a bit restless. As much as I wanted to get the Mars portal up and running, I also wanted to make the trip to Earth to see what had happened there. The folks from the KC and the PTB were from the other side of the galaxy, and even though Earth was not my place of birth, the people that I knew and that had created me were and therefore Earth was my defacto home planet. Given the state of Udon and Mars, it was eating me up inside that I could not just take a ship and head for Earth. 

Our long-range scanners were still not fully operational and though I did not want to admit this to Sima, I suspected that there was something seriously wrong with Earth as well since we had not picked up any on the short-range scanners that were working. Once our communications center was partially functional I had set one of the relays to monitor the channels that Earth Force would have used to communicate with each other and with Mars and there was nothing to be heard or read. It was dead silence and that greatly disturbed me. 

Speaking of communications, it had been over three weeks since Sima had reported in to her superiors and of course her superior hubby so we put our work on hold to take a little trip. For us to send a standard radio message back to Central Command, it would take about six of our lifetimes for the message to arrive due to the distance. Had our portal been active, we could have just sent a message and it would have arrived at Central Command almost instantly as it would travel by a micro wormhole system designed specifically for communications. On the day that the Major decided to check in with Central Command we boarded our ship and left the planet. Our communications were just as limited aboard ship as they were on Mars but the ship had one advantage that Mars station lacked... we could enter hyperspace and establish a link with Central Command by one of the many communication nodes attached to the old style jump gates that were positioned around the galaxy long before ships had jump engines. 

I held the ship in a stationary position just inside the swirling vortex that granted us entry into hyperspace. Since there was no final destination for us, it was a bit of a chore holding us in a stationary position. The Major gave her report and put in a request for the supplies and spare parts that we would need to get Mars station back up and running. Her husband confirmed that her request had been received and acted upon. It turns out that Mars is still quite abundant in the rare earth elements in the Lanthanide and Actinide tables, and there was an interest by the KC in exploring the possibility of resuming mining operations. 

This time the mining would be done mostly by heavy machinery, not the backbreaking slave labor that the Annu used long ago to mine these elements from Mars. I know about this because as I explored the station, I came across a tunnel that led out of the station under the Martian surface to what had once been a primitive village. There were several obelisks constructed by the inhabitants in honor of their god Anubis. It was easy to translate the ancient Hieratic script, as it was one of the languages incorporated into my original UT designed by the Drax Corporation. The text was nothing more than simple prayers for fertility for their crops and for their spouses. 

In another village I came upon a red sandstone temple that also contained wall carvings and badly damaged statues in the image of various gods and god-like rulers. This discovery was on the opposite side of the quarry in a village separate from the other that contained the Hieratic texts. This village was much older than the previous one and it too contained writings from its former inhabitants, but the writing here were in Sumerian cuneiform. 

Most of the carvings detailed the gifts that the gods had bestowed upon them, and prayers to the same gods for what they most wanted. I even came across some graffiti on one of the obelisks where the author was lamenting the abduction and impregnation of his wife, daughter, sister, and several other women of the village by the Annunaki. It was clear that both of these ancient Earth cultures knew of the Annu, even though they both called their abductors by different names that contained the same root word, "Annu" as did the name of Anubis which was one of their most widely referenced gods. 

Both of these ancient languages were also found on Earth by archeologists in a region know as Persia, and were two of the earliest written languages know to mankind, or at least from mankind on Earth. Finding these writings here on Mars made me want to go to Earth even more as this would be big news that ancient humans now had a confirmed link to Mars. It was not clear if humanity came here from Earth or if humanity on Earth came from Mars, but it was clear that in which ever order things happened, a race known as the Annu or the Annunaki were involved in the origin of humanity on Earth and Mars. Though this was not part of my official mission, it would now be one of my personal projects. 

On our return to Mars, Sima informed me that help would be arriving in four days or so. The PTB always kept a team on standby for when a new portal was found and the agent making the discovery requested assistance. Once the follow on team arrived, Sima informed me that I would be clear to proceed to Earth, and that Central Command ordered that I not be allowed to make the trip alone under any circumstances. She did not state why but there were many reasons that I could think of. Which of those reasons were right and which were wrong, well I had no way of knowing and Sima kept it a tight secret. 

A week later the requested technicians and replacement parts arrived as promised, and three days after that the portal on Mars was fully functional. There was still a lot of work to be done to make Mars station fully functional, but getting the portal connected to the rest of the galaxy was a big first step. Even though the portal was working, the folks from the PTB kept Sima quite busy with administrative matters, and since she was busy I volunteered to work with several of the other team members to clear away the debris that once was the Earth defense fleet as this battle debris field was deemed to be a menace to navigation. 

I was assigned to work with Flight Lieutenant Jarro Lux and his crew to clear away the debris. The Lieutenant was on loan to the Mars station from the Interceptor Command branch of the Ksatria Cahaya (KC). It was not a really difficult job, but it was time consuming in that we had to round up the floating ship parts using single seat maintenance craft and deposit them in a pre selected ravine on the moon Phobos. 

Since the wreckage contained human remains, fuel, unexploded ordnance, and other hazards to humanoid life, it was deemed unsuitable to be buried on Mars so the uninhabited moon of Phobos was selected to become the final resting place for what once were many proud military vessels. Once the cleanup was complete, I convinced the Lieutenant to have a proper military style ceremony complete with the playing of Taps and a volley of weapons fire to hallow the ground where so many brave crews and their ships were interred. 

Sima and the Jarro seemed to be good friends, or at least they had a good working relationship given the familiarity they shared and by the nature and frequency of their off duty banter. I suspected that some where at some time the two of them had served together in some capacity. I knew that there was nothing going on between the two of them but there were rumors that there was. It was clear from the day that we were introduced that he had an interest in a certain feline girl in a tight white Drax Corporation flight suit. 

On the day Jarro arrived with the rest of the technical team Sima and I met them at the landing pad in the hangar bay, and as Jarro exited the transport, he snapped off a proper military salute to the Major, but instead of looking at her as she returned the salute, his eyes were on me and my skin tight white flight suit. All things being equal, I have to say that as he was checking me out, I was checking him out as well. It had been quite a while since this kitty had a chance to purr. 

We did not have much time to get together as I was assigned to station repair at first, and then I spent some time taking the technicians and team leaders around to show them the ancient writings I had discovered in the long abandoned villages. There were other men that came with the follow on team but the handsome young Lieutenant with the honey colored skin and dark hair from the planet Veron had my full attention. So when the Major asked for volunteers with flight experience for debris removal, my hand went up right away. 

Several days after the debris was cleared Major Sima called the Lieutenant and I into her office to discuss a mission to Earth. She knew that I was anxious to make the journey and really felt bad about putting the mission off for so long. Unfortunately her husband the General and several other big shots were coming here for a meeting to discuss the future use of Mars. It was during our conversation on this matter that Major informed me that she would be unable to make the journey to Earth with me but offered Lieutenant Lux up as a suitable replacement if he accepted the assignment. 

I am not sure it was because the Major suggested it, or because his eyes were focused longingly on my nipples as they were displayed oh so perfectly by the tightly stretched fabric of my flight suit, but which ever reason was the correct one, the Lieutenant accepted the mission. Within a few hours we met in the hangar bay and boarded Galora Explorer One and made our departure for Earth. 

Jarro was the more experienced pilot between the two of us but since he was senior to me, Sima gave him command of the mission, and he gave me command of the ship. In other words I got to pilot the ship while he sat back and supervised. The flight using sub light engines would take three days to get to Earth, and even though I was making the trip with this very studly Lieutenant, I wanted to get there sooner as I had many questions that needed answered. The biggest question was why Earth had not sent anyone out to investigate the Mars and Udon incidents, or at least to tend to their fallen comrades floating around the Mars in a giant debris field. 

Once in orbit over Mars I keyed in the coordinates for Earth and pointed the ship's nose in the proper direction and engaged the sub light engines. What my commander did not expect was when I activated the jump engines while technically still in orbit around Mars. The words, "No Kitty" echoed through my ears as the jump point formed and Galora Explorer One lurched into the yellow vortex. It seems that the Veron Space Force forbade engaging jump engines so close to a planetary body where the Lieutenant received his flight training. Fortunately for me the trip to Earth only took three minutes, so the butt chewing I had to endure from my mission commander was very short... and I might add, pretty much ignored by me as we made our quick exit from hyperspace.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 35



Memoirs of Kitty Siam – Earth.

I did my best during the three-minute trip to Earth to argue back and state that I was trained differently and that I am well trained perfectly capable of making these sorts of jumps even though the Veron Space Force prohibits taking such risks. I had to laugh to myself that here we were less than an hour into our first mission together and already I had hacked off the mission commander. We came out of hyperspace on the backside of the moon just as I had calculated. Oh, that was another point of contention... I made the jump calculations in my head instead of using the onboard computer as required by Earth regulations.

I quickly made a course adjustment then put my right index finger to my lips in an attempt to silence my still loudly objecting mission commander. Once the Lieutenant went silent I opened a channel to Earth Traffic Control.

Galora Explorer One to Earth Traffic Control.

We waited for a few minutes but there was no reply so I tried again.

Galora Explorer One to Earth Traffic Control, do you read?

A few minutes more and still there was no reply. At this point visions of Udon were running through my head so I activated our cloak and raised the shields before putting the ship on a direct course for Earth. Jarro looked at me and asked me to explain my actions. I gave him a rundown on what we had discovered on Udon when we arrived there, and I explained my fear that something similar had befallen the over eight billion inhabitants of Earth given that we still had not received a reply from Earth Traffic Control. 

Along our way from the moon to Earth I maintained a communications blackout but had Sheba rotate through the sub space frequencies that Earth Traffic Control and the Earth Defense Forces normally communicate on, and there was total silence until we hit the frequency reserved for emergency use only. I could feel the color drain from my face and my hands began to go numb as I sat in silence and listened to an automated message being broadcast from a beacon in a high polar orbit above Earth.

WARNING: This planet has been quarantined the Earth Defense Force and the Pan Galactic Consortium. Do not attempt to land. A lethal biological agent with no known cure, vaccine, or antidote has been detected. Planetary atmosphere has been deemed fatal to humanoid life.

We both sat there in total silence listening to the warning over and over again as it repeated its self in every known language in the Earth Force database. Jarro began scanning for life signs as we assumed a standard equatorial orbit around Earth. When we came upon Earth's orbiting space stations, we found the stations intact but there were no electronic emissions coming from them. All attempts to communicate as we passed by failed, including the old style ship to station radio. We were unable to locate any signs of humanoid life on the orbiting platforms or on the ground. Now I was able to fully understand why Earth never sent anyone to investigate the attack on Mars or Udon.

When the reality of what had happened finally hit me I totally lost it. I tried to fight back the tears as I thought of the eight billion souls that had been snuffed out, but eventually the tears began to flow freely and I began to sob uncontrollably. I became a blubbering mess and I finally had to ask Jarro to take over for me before abruptly I left the flight deck. My head began to spin as I made my way to the habitation module and my bunk. I felt like I was going to throw up, and I probably would have if I had eaten anything before we launched for Earth.

I tossed myself onto my bunk and curled up into a tight little ball laying on my side with my legs pulled up into my chest. My mind raced through the faces of the friends that I would never see again. I remembered the sights and sounds from the trips that I had taken to Earth and the people that I had met there and I lamented on the senseless death that they had suffered. I thought of all the possibilities of how such a terrible plague had come to Earth, and tried to understand the reason why someone would unleash something like this on humanity. These were my last thoughts before I finally cried myself to sleep.

While my ship still had power I used my built in data port to download the Sheba AI from the Orion's computer to my PDA. Once Sheba had signaled that the transfer had been successful I activated Sheba before setting the Orion's communication system to the emergency frequency...

Sheba, open personal log and begin recording...

MAYDAY... MAYDAY... MAYDAY...

Orion 412 to Shinawatra Rescue Control... Location: 114.7.413.67.101.5.771 

Mayday... Hull has been breached, engines offline, venting atmosphere and fuel... cannot hold orbit... contact with atmosphere of third planet in seven minutes... three casualties... one soul on board... 

MAYDAY... MAYDAY... MAYDAY...

I knew that my Mayday would not be answered but my academy training and all of my experience up to this day told me that this was the only official duty left to perform as my ship spiraled down toward the planet below. I could not even give the name of the planet, as this sector of space was uncharted.

I hope that someone will find these unfinished accounts of my life and perhaps how my life ended on this uncharted world. The 412th Fighter Squadron fought bravely today, even though the battle was a futile gesture at best. From what I can tell, I am the last remaining member left alive. Colonel Sempolski and Major Kraznov perished early on in the battle when the command section of our craft was hit. Lieutenant Emiko Sato my co-pilot and long time roommate died shortly after when a disruptor beam sliced through her side of the flight deck. So to whom ever reads this, know that my crew and my squadron accounted well for themselves today.

This morning the Shinawatra jumped into the Magnus system in answer to a distress signal relayed to Central Command by a Corvalen freighter. When we arrived at the designated coordinates, there were three Zeta warships waiting for us. We began taking damage immediately after entering normal space and in the face of overwhelming odds the Shinawatra turned and made a run for it. It took several minutes to recharge the jump engines and the aft battery crews gave them hell with their plasma cannons at our stern until we were safely back in hyperspace.

Hyperspace proved to be no salvation for us as the enemy followed us and continued to rake the Shinawatra with disruptor fire until our hyper drive was hit causing us to drop back into normal space in this uncharted system. The crew of the Shinawatra made a valiant effort to repair the hyper drive and was making some progress but needed more time to make repairs.

Our fighter squadrons were launched to augment the fire from the defense grid's rail guns that were being taken out quickly by the enemy. We knew that once we launched we would never land aboard the Shinawatra again as it would take too long to recover the fighters and command ships once the jump drive was back online. Admiral Forest would have no choice but to jump to hype space and abandon us here if he were to save the ship and its crew.

It is all but over now, the fighter squadrons from the battle cruiser Shinawatra have all been destroyed. One hundred and thirty brave crews all gone in brilliant flashes of light against the darkness of space. As I watch the end through my top viewport, the dark shimmering fighters and assault craft of our enemy have surrounded the Shinawatra and are firing at will. The Shinawatra's main guns and her defense grid have stopped firing, and her shields have failed. 

Suddenly there is a blinding flash of light followed by a violent shockwave spreading out from where my home once was... the Shinawatra is gone. The last major warship of the Earth Alliance is gone. The Pan Galactic Consortium would now decide the future of humanity, but whatever the future holds for humanity, it is a good chance that I will not be around to see it as my disabled ship has now entered the gravity well of this uncharted planet. 

With the decent thrusters and the anti-grav pods offline, punching out was my only hope to survive. Since ejecting involved firing the explosive bolts directly over my head, and then igniting a rocket bolted to the bottom of my seat, I used my wardrobe device to quickly change from my dark grey Alliance flight suit to my black well tested battle suit knowing that I had a better chance of surviving should I come down in a hostile environment, or plunge through tree branches on my way to the ground.

As my Orion begins to disintegrate as it plunges through the upper atmosphere I reach for the ejection handles on the bottom side of my seat and pull sharply. The roof over my head explodes away from the crippled spacecraft and a few milliseconds later the thruster under my seat ignites and propels me through the gaping hole that once was a solid composite roof.

I was taught in flight school that if you ever had to eject at high altitude, it was best to do so over a large body of water, or over a lush fertile grassy plain because landing in these sorts of spots gave you a better chance of survival than landing in a thick jungle or rain forest. Unfortunately when I punched out of my Orion, I did not really have a choice of where to punch out and as my luck would have it, I landed in a jungle complete with triple canopy trees.

I was thankful once again for my battle suit that spared me from being gored, or disemboweled by a tree branch as I plummeted though the thick canopy of tree branches to the ground. When I came to I was on the ground and tangled up in my parachute cords. A quick assessment by my installed systems, and the pain registering with my brain told me that both of my legs were broken in several places. My left wrist was broken as well and had a long deep laceration across my forehead where my helmet faceplate broke on impact with a tree limb and embedded its self under my scalp. 

There was also a long laundry list of internal injuries including several broken ribs. The pain was not totally unbearable and in the past I had been injured worse than this. I knew that it would take a day or two before the majority of my injuries would be healed. With that in mind I fumbled for the survival pack attached to my parachute harness and retrieved the small medical kit. Inside I found the auto injector marked "Sedative." I removed the top, pressed it against the side of my neck and after a little hissing noise, I was off to dream land.

The sedative that I had injected myself with was meant to keep your average 230-pound man unconscious for twenty-four hours, and it was enough to keep this slender woman out for over fifty hours. The time that I was out gave my genetically enhanced regeneration system just enough time to heal my internal injuries and my broken bones. I still have several major lacerations and puncture wounds that were in the process of healing, but the pain from these remaining injuries was minor compared to the internal injuries I had sustained as I fell through the tree branches on my way to the ground.

After the sedative wore off I was able to pull myself to my feet with the assistance of a nearby tree trunk. I stood on wobbly legs and removed the parachute harness from my torso, then gathered up my chute to perhaps use as a shelter later on. There were more survival supplies available on the Orion depending on what was left of it after it impacted with the ground. There is always the chance that there was some fuel left onboard and the ship exploded on impact. I would hope that this was not the case as I would at least like to give my crew a proper burial, and I really would love to have the survival gear that the Orion carried.

The climate on the surface was hot and humid, just as you would expect in a jungle. It was much too hot for my black battle suit, and since I had slept for two days without being attacked, I changed into something a bit more comfortable like my tan rip-stop hiking shorts, a white t-shirt and over the ankle-hiking boots. But just to be on the safe side, I slung my katana over my shoulder and strapped my bowie knife to my right upper thigh. I knew that the katana would at least come in handy for hacking my way through the jungle.

I found a fallen branch that made a good sturdy cane that I could use for support while the nerve damage in my legs were repaired. Each step was painful but rewarding as the pain was a reminder of what the other alternatives could have been after being shot down over an unknown planet. As I cautiously scanned the area for threats I realized that my vision was slightly impaired. It was as if I were looking at everything through a grey colored filter. My brain was still under the influence of the sedatives and it took me a few minutes to realize that my eyes had defaulted back to their black on black state. A few seconds after this realization I had them changed back to my preferred brown and white color scheme.

I did not know which way to go as I started walking I set my sights on the rising sun and just kept walking. The jungle was thick with trees and the undergrowth was sparse so there was not much need to cut my own trail as I went. Around mid day I had come to a clearing and for the first time I could see the sky, and beyond the tree line on the other side of the clearing I could see a thin plume of smoke rising up in the distance. My hopes were that this was the remains of my Orion, so with that in mind I altered course toward the smoke.

Several hours later I had made my way through the trees and was very close to the crash site when overhead I heard a high pitch whine then several explosions off in the distance. I dropped my crutch and did my best to run in the direction of the explosions. Though I was hobbled, I was just able to make it to a small clearing, and in the center of the clearing was a pile of burning debris that at one time appeared to have been an Orion class squadron command ship. 

Whether it was mine or not I would never know as any means of identifying the ship was obliterated by the explosions. I heard the whining sound again and knew that the craft that destroyed the remains of the Orion was returning, and as I looked up a shimmering black Saloof class fighter streaked over the smoldering rubble and went into a steep power climb. Not only did the Zeta destroy the Shinawatra, they were now searching the planet below and exterminating the survivors from the air. I did not know if they had seen me or not, or had possibly picked me up on their scanners, but in case they did I used my wardrobe device to store my clothing and other effects before changing to feline form knowing that the Zeta would be looking for humans, not panthers.

I came upon a cobblestone path that perhaps long ago was a paved road, but due to the absence of maintenance and use narrowed to a path barley wide enough to two people walk side by side. I did not know where the path would lead but I did follow it, as it was much easier to take the road than to make my way through the thick plant life of the jungle. 

This planet had no moon so when the sun set there was nothing but darkness to be seen by the human eye, but being in my feline form I saw everything and was able to keep moving. I was beginning to tire from the day's travels and from my injuries but I wanted to press on as long as I could in the hope of coming across survivors from the Shinawatra. I continued to scan the trees visually and kept my nose to the wind in the hope of detecting human life. I was beginning to have thoughts that I was the only survivor on this planet until a blue flair rising up in to the night sky from directly in front of me drew my attention. I knew then that I was not alone and that I must press on and fight the fatigue.

I went on a few more hours and without the aid of a scanner or map, I reckoned that I was very close to the source of the flare. The blue flair was a signal that someone was alive and was showing the other survivors the way to a meeting point, but unfortunately I was not going to make it to that meeting tonight. I barely had the strength left to climb into a tree that I chose as my safe spot to take a little. As I curled up on a sturdy branch I could see a second flair rising up before me and in the light of the flair I could see several humanoid shapes gathered around in front of a sturdy stone structure. 

At first light I left the safety of my tree and returned to the path and headed toward the stone structure. It took me about an hour to get to the clearing that surrounded the structure. I was just about to enter the clearing when a rustling of brush near by caught my ear and as I turned in the direction of the noise, my nose caught a whiff of another feline in the area. My first thought was that I had attracted some local tomcat that was just out looking for a quickie. I knew I did not have time for a jungle meet and greet with the locals but you know what they say about curiosity and the cat... so I waited and waited. A few minutes later a brown feline head poked out of the brush on the side of the path opposite me.

Seconds later this big beautiful light brown jungle cat joined me on the path for a stare down. After a few minutes of full on eye contact we both moved closer to each other and began to circle. It did not take long for me to determine that the other cat was female once we got all up close and personal. I made the mistake of getting too close too fast as she hunched her back, hissed and batted at me with her front right paw. Even though she did not deploy her claws, I let out a loud growl as I backed off a bit. I tried to let instinct take over, as I did not have any actual experience to help me get through this awkward feline situation.

We continued to stare each other down at a close distance until a loud roar overhead drew our attention. As if on cue the two of us looked up at the same time to see a trail of fire following behind a missile as it streaked overhead. We watched the missile as it began to spew a thin black mist from nozzles installed in its belly. When the missile had emptied its tanks of the mist it exploded with great force leaving only billions of tiny metallic shards no larger than a grain of rice to rain down upon the ground.

We both hit the ground as soon as we saw and heard the explosion. We hugged the ground as several more of the missiles passed overhead and detonated off in the distance after spreading their black mist. The barrage of missiles went on for several minutes. Most of the explosions were far away but several were close by and even in feline form, the close by explosions caused my lungs to vibrate inside my chest.

When the noise stopped I lifted myself off the ground to stand on all four paws, and the large brown cat next to me did the same. I looked at her and she looked back. Our eyes met for a few seconds and then in unison we walked the final few steps of the path until it opened up into a large field of tall grasses. In the distance was the stone structure that I had seen the night before from my tree and standing before it was a group of humans, perhaps fifteen or twenty... perhaps more. Off to the right of the path leading toward the structure stood one of the black mist missiles, its nose buried in the ground and its nozzles still secured within its belly. This one perhaps was a dud and failed to deploy its payload and self-destruct as the others did.

I knew what was in the belly of the missile and I knew what the mist was that was now circulating and multiplying through the planet's atmosphere. I also knew that the humans gathered around the stone structure in the clearing in front of us would be dead in the next three days. 




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 35



The humans in our field of view were scurrying around now. They were checking on each other and tending to the wounded from the battle that had occurred the day before. None of them were venturing out to check on the unexploded missile, nor where they paying much attention to the big black and brown cats that were watching them from the edge of the clearing.

We both looked at each other before proceeding on and for some reason I had a feeling that my new traveling companion knew as I did what had just happened, and what the black missiles meant. I had thoughts of transforming back to human form but was not sure what the other cat would do if I suddenly I became human.

We stood there staring at each other and from time to time our gaze turned to the humans milling about the stone structure. I closed my eyes and tried to run through all of the possibilities and it was then that I heard a voice addressing me from everywhere, and from nowhere. The voice called me by name to get my attention and as my name echoed through my mind I quickly checked my internal data port to see if I was receiving an external signal, but the voice was not coming through the data port.

I looked at my traveling companion and could see by her look that she too was disturbed by something as well. We stood side by side looking at each other as the deep male voice began to speak inside my head once again...

For the children of Annu to survive, the puma and the panther must walk together... the Darkness must be defeated this time or all is lost... your journey begins at the gate of the puma... the future I have shown you has not been written... yet...



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 36



Kitty, wake up! Kitty, are you ok? Kitty, can you hear me? Kitty, wake up!

I heard the words echoing in my ears for several minutes as the Lieutenant shook me to rouse me from my sleep. As much as I wanted to return to the real world, I also wanted to remain in my unconscious state to explore the meaning of what I had just witnessed. Most would say that I just had a dream, but it seemed so real, so alive, and so prophetic. It had been over fourteen hours since I had left Jarro on the flight deck and he had become concerned that I was sleeping for far too long and on the advice of a medic on Mars he woke me. When I opened my eyes the events of the day caught up to me once again and the tears began to flow freely as I thought of the billions of people who had perished on Earth. 

Jarro brought me a small bowl of broth and some crackers and insisted that I eat to keep up my strength. The Lieutenant made several attempts to feed me and I did my best to resist. A loud unexpected feral growl from me finally made him surrender the spoon. I sat up, took the spoon and bowl from him and sipped it slowly. My mind and body still felt numb and though I was not 100% human, I felt as if my entire family had just been found murdered. I tried to push this out of my mind but it kept popping back in, and even though I did not want to ask, I just had to ask Jarro what he had discovered while I was sleeping.

While I was out, several other small vessels had jumped into Earth space from Mars, and Proxima Centauri to began a survey of the planet in an attempt to determine what had happened and who could have committed such genocide. Jarro also mentioned that several war ships along with a dozen or so large science vessels were enroot and would be here in a few days. Central Command was concerned for our safety, and they feared that whom ever infected the Earth would return to keep us from investigating.

I asked Jarro if anyone would be making an attempt capture a sample of the bio agent to see if a vaccine was possible. I was saddened when his answer was a firm, "No." Jarro went on to say that we were ordered not to enter the atmosphere and that one of the science ships would perform that task once they determined a safe way to do so.

I did not tell Jarro the specifics of my genetic makeup but I did think long and hard about the boasts that Osaka Eugenics made about their genetic constructs being highly disease resistant. It was well known that their constructs were some of the most widely used and disease resistant whores in the galaxy. Though I was not intended to be a whore, I did share the same disease resistance features as the others that were designed by Osaka Eugenics. After pondering this for a bit I mentioned to the Lieutenant that if they needed someone to go down to the surface that I would volunteer.

The Lieutenant nodded and passed along my offer to command, then started spewing chapter and verse from the regulations as to why I would not be going down to the surface anytime soon. Of course I tuned him out as my mind wandered back to the dream that I had had earlier and how realistic everything in that dream had seemed. I slid my feet over the side of the bunk and tried to stand, but as I did Jarro gently pushed on my shoulders to keep me seated firmly on the mattress. He told me that I needed some rest, but I resisted and stated my case that I had research to do. He would hear none of my argument but he was kind enough to pass me my tablet and insisted that whatever research I wanted to do could be done from the comfort and safety of my bunk.

I accepted the offered tablet, then fluffed up the pillows behind me to make it more comfortable to sit. Jarro suggested that I get some rest and leave the investigation to the science vessel crew as he left the habitat module. I blocked out his parting words as I activated the tablet and connected it to the data streams going in and out of the various ships that made up the investigation team. There was nothing of use in the transmissions that we did not already know. An advanced plague-like biological agent that was not known to exist on planets inhabited by humans contaminated the Earth. There were still no EM readings or transmissions coming from the Earth on any of the normal frequencies available to an advanced culture.

Seeing nothing new there I pulled up traffic control display for the immediate space around Earth. I was not preparing to file a flight plan or to navigate through Earth space, but I did want to see a real time representation of which ships had arrived while I was sleeping and where they were located in reference to my ship. Once I had a clear display of where we were I tied my tablet into the Fleen, a KC scout ship that was passing by Transfer Station Romanov, which was the largest of the Earth to space cargo transfer points.

As the ship turned its scanning beams toward the station I began to read the incoming data... no electronic signatures, no life signs, no activity of any kind. It was as if the station was just a large drifting hulk in space. 

I looked at the Fleen's position relative to ours and determined that we would be passing Station Romanov within the next two hours. During that time I sent out commands to our on board maintenance bots to prepare an external repair module and several probes to accompany the module. During the next two hours I lost myself in the data stream and kept a close eye on what information was coming in, but unfortunately there was still nothing new on the mystery of what had happened on Earth.

As we came upon Station Romanov I used my private connection with Sheba to move us along side the lifeless station, and dispatched a maintenance module. I took direct control of the module with my tablet and directed it to the massive external communications array on top of the station. Once in place the maintenance bot attached to the module and deployed a probe into an external access port at the base of the communications array. The bot initiated a series of tests to determine the condition of the array and as expected, all tests failed. The readings that I receiving from the series of diagnostic tests indicated that the problem was either a lack of power to the array, or that possibly the array had been taken out by an EMP blast similar to the one that took out the Annu base on Mars.

Having determined that the communications system was dead, my next move was to have the maintenance bot cut a small hole in the side of the station near the command deck and insert several small hover bots through the opening that would explore the inside of the station by remote control. As the hole was being cut I moved to the science module as the monitors and consoles there were better for viewing the data and pictures being set back from the various bots. Once the bots were inserted, I instructed the maintenance module to circle the station and take up a position outside the main door that led inside to the station's hangar bay. It was at this time that I asked Lieutenant Jarro to join me.

When the Lieutenant joined me he was a bit miffed that I had moved the ship so close to the Earth station but as he looked over the monitors, his words of derision came to an end and he began assisting me with my study of the interior of the station. As the bots moved along the inside of the station, we could see bodies floating in the corridors. It was clear that the artificial gravity was disabled, as was main power. 

For some odd reason there were still emergency lights active in the hallways. Jarro suggested that perhaps they were being power by a battery system or a solar panel that was EMP protected. That made sense as several Earth stations had been subjected to solar flares in the past and were disabled, so having an EMP resistant backup system was most likely what we were seeing. This did get me to wonder why life support was not connected to this backup system as well.

Jarro and I agreed that what ever had happened on the station had happened quickly as there was no time to don encounter or survival suits. The bodies that we were observing were in standard military uniforms and various types of civilian dress. Also we noticed that none of the emergency bulkheads had been deployed, which would have happened immediately had there been a warning of an attack. Also as we scanned the outside of the station, the ion cannons of the station's defense grid were still stored safely inside the station and had not been moved out to their firing positions.

While Jarro took control of several of the bots for me, I concentrated on medical bots that had fanned out through the inside of the station. As the bot passed each floating body I had it take scans to determine a cause of death. After scanning many of the deceased and reviewing the data, the common cause of death for 100% of the bodies scanned was asphyxiation. After three hours of scanning bodies, all of them had died the same way. I was expecting to find that some or all of the deaths were caused by the plague that had silenced Earth, but from what I could see, the plague did not travel from Earth to the station. I had been on Romanov station several times and it was one of Earth's finest achievements, and being such had some of the best safety measures available, so giving that the cause of death was asphyxiation, something had to have gone horribly wrong for so many to have been killed so quickly.

I set the medical bots on autopilot and instructed them to report back any deaths that were not related to oxygen deprivation, and then turned my attention to the maintenance module holding position outside the main entrance to the fleet sized hangar bay. I moved the maintenance module closer to the access panel covering the emergency activation mechanism for the hangar bay door. It took only a few seconds for the maintenance module to remove the bolts holding the cover in place and expose the inner mechanism.

Normally the doors to the station are opened and closed by actuators, which require electricity to open. An emergency system is available incase the main system fails or becomes damaged. The backup system is operated by air pressure stored in huge tanks below the hangar floor. It was an easy task for the maintenance module to flip the lever between the normal and emergency settings. Once the lever had been moved, the colossal hangar doors began to open and allowed us an unobstructed view of the inside of the hangar bay through its mounted camera.

Once the door was open I moved the maintenance module inside the doorway and released several small maintenance bots inside the bay and ordered them to fan out in multiple directions to make detailed scans of the inside of the bay. As I watched the pictures and data coming in from the various bots I could see that the hangar bay was pretty much empty. The few that remained were under repair, or were assigned to the command or maintenance staff and were still moored magnetically to the hanger deck. All of the Earth Force ships of the line were missing from their berths. 

I panned the camera of one of the bots around the many berthing points and took note of the names of the ships that had permanent berths aboard this station. Many of the names painted on the berths matched the names that adorned the hull sections on the debris we collected in orbit around Mars. I continued to pan the camera until I came upon the hull of a ship that was about 50% complete and as I read the name, "Shinawatra", a shiver ran through my body and my mind traveled back to the dream that I had where the Shinawatra was destroyed.

Lieutenant Jarro's jostling brought me out of a trance-like state and as he shook me, the words, "Kitty, are you ok?" kept echoing in my ears. 

I pushed his hand away and responded that I was just distracted and then I directed his attention to my view screen and told him in detail of the dream that I had. We flipped through the video feeds that the various bots were sending us and we came to the conclusion that some of the station's systems were still operating, but at a reduced level as indicated by the dim lights a few of the control panels inside the hangar bay. We discussed the possibilities from the data that we had collected from the bots and I proposed that next step in our investigation of the Romanov Station was for us to go inside ourselves.

The Lieutenant tentatively agreed, and before he had a chance to change his mind I was on my way to the flight deck to start our docking procedure. Along the way I used my wardrobe device to deploy my flight suit with EVA mode enabled, then slipped into the pilot's seat and deactivated the autopilot.

It was an easy landing for me as I had landed in this bay several times before while on training missions to Earth. I deployed the magnetic landing struts that latched us firmly to the deck of hangar bay. As I was securing the ship, Jarro used the external scanners of our ship to perform a more detailed scan of the inside of the hangar bay and he discovered that the bay was structurally sound and would hold pressure if we could get the life support system online.

Remembering back to what Sima and I had done on Mars, I instructed the maintenance module at the main entrance to close and seal the bay door, and when that was done I used Jarro's internal scans to locate a maintenance power port near where our ship was berthed. I had parked our ship in the berth normally reserved for the heavy cruiser Noriega and I figured that there had to be several power ports available to provide maintenance power for such a large vessel, and I was correct. There were several available to us on either side of our ship. The only problem was that the power provided by our ancient Annu designed ship, was not compatible with the power needed by Romanov Station and we did not have the sort of inverter needed to do the job. The maintenance bots from Galora One did their best to try to make it work but there was no adapter that they could build for us in a timely manner that would power station like we did on Mars.

Jarro picked up on what I was trying to do and suggested that we use the main reactor on the Shinawatra to power the station as they both had the same power requirements. The thought had never occurred to me because the hull was not complete, but Jarro explained that when a large ship like the Shinawtra is built, the keel is laid first and the ship is built up from there, but it is easier to put in the reactor and engines while the sides of the ship are still open. 

Our maintenance bot confirmed what Jarro had said that the reactor had been installed and was connected to the main distribution buss for the ship. It was only a matter of reversing the flow and making the connections to the maintenance ports in the hangar bay. My quick calculations told me that there was enough power in the Shinawtra's reactor to power the entire station with the exception of weapons and shields. To make the connections we would need the help of the station's maintenance bots, so we tasked our ship's bots with adapting the station's bots to accept commands from Sheba our ship's AI unit.

Over the next two sleepless days we remained aboard Galora One while inside the hangar bay our bots along with the station's bots worked at restoring atmosphere and artificial gravity to the station. Once we were verified that the plague from Earth was not aboard the station and that the hangar bay was properly pressurized, we were able to assist our bots in getting more of the stations bots online. We tasked many of the stations bots with rounding up the deceased station personnel and moving their bodies to an isolated cargo bay that we kept depressurized and open to space to keep them frozen until higher authorities could decide what to do with them.

On the third day we were able to get full life support up and running for the station. The station had suffered an EMP attack that took out the circuitry that controlled the station's main and backup reactors. The station had been built to military specifications and was fairly EMP proofed, but some of the critical control panels were placed too close to the outside of the station and suffered from the EMP blast. We were able to bypass those easy enough with the aid of the station's repair bots.

Since Lieutenant Jarro was unfamiliar with the Earth Standard Language and could not operate the communication system's controls, on the fourth day I had the honor to sit in the station commander's chair and announce to the ships in Earth's orbit, "This is Earth Station Romanov to all vessels, our docking bay is functional and we can provide quarters for your crews while they conduct their investigation." I know that I could have operated the controls for him, but being that I was the last known semi-Earth being in this quadrant, I wanted to make the announcement myself.

We did not have anyone assigned to docking control so each pilot was responsible for manually landing his or her ship aboard the station. The food replicators and the actual water showers were a big draw for the station. My job became more of a station commander than an investigator, but still, even though I was stuck aboard the station, I was able to establish a direct link with Mars and was able to monitor the communication traffic and data streams enough to know what was going on.

Once the station became active a call went out to Central Command to find a representative that could speak for Earth on the disposition of the station and the handling of the remains of the people stationed here at the time at the time of the attack. Yes, we did come to the conclusion that the station and the Earth were attacked. I was able to determine from the station's logs that the attack on the Mars colonies occurred first. This attack drew the defense force away from Earth to defend Mars. It was then that several small ships jumped in to Earth's orbit and took out Romanov Station and the other stations in orbit around Earth. What was not clear was how the plague came to Earth, as the sensors were offline after the station suffered a massive EMP pulse.

It had been almost a week since I was able to get any quality sleep. I took short catnaps now and then but there was just too much happening on the station and in Earth orbit that kept me from being able to sleep. Jarro and the others that had come aboard the station were urging me to get some sleep but I kept resisting and kept to my station and my duties. Finally Jarro and I were ordered to get some sleep. A full Captain from one of the KC ships came aboard and was put in temporary control of the station. He took one look at the both of us and ordered us to bed. Of course I had to ask if he was ordering us both into the same bunk. I have to say that this did not go over too well as indicated by the deadpan look on the Captain's face.

After being ordered to bed by the Captain I used my tablet to scan through the logs that listed the location of where the deceased station members were located, and selected quarters in the officer's section that was listed among the places were a deceased crewmembers were not found. I was not afraid of ghosts or disjoined spirits, but for some reason I just felt better moving into quarters that were unoccupied during the attack on the station.

The quarters I selected belonged to a Major who had recently been reassigned to Earth before the attack. I thought about changing the sheets and pillowcase, but I was too tired to bother. I figured that if I can sleep on the cold ground or in a sturdy tree, I could tough it out on a set of slightly used sheets.

I was quite tired but sleep did not come easy to me. From time to time I would nod off, but in the twilight of my sleep I could see the faces of the men and women that were stationed here. I could see their faces in life, and in death and even though I do not believe in ghosts, their so-called ghosts were haunting my sleep. I tried hard to think of the vision that I had the last time that I had slept onboard Galora One, but no matter how much I thought of that dream, it just would not come back to me to replace the thoughts and sights of the dead we found aboard this station. For my own peace of mind I felt that I had to get off this station if I wanted to get any quality sleep.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 36



I contacted Sheba over our private link and instructed her to prepare the ship for departure. I dressed quickly in my tight white Drax flight suit as I headed out the door. As I made my way to the hangar deck I used my tablet to file a generic flight plan that listed my mission as Exploration of the Northern Pole's Magnetic Field. The station was badly undermanned and the crew that was now running the station were greatly over worked and did not really look carefully at my flight plan but since the mission was listed as "exploration", and Galora Explorer One was an exploration ship I was given permission to depart.

Once aboard Galora One I gave the ship a quick preflight check before departing the hangar bay. I set course as planned for the northern polar region, and in a few minutes I had the ship in a high polar orbit. I contacted Romanov Station and advised them of my position and informed them that I would be here for sometime taking readings of the Earth's magnetic field fluctuations over the next twenty-four Earth hours.

Before leaving the flight deck I accessed the science module and configured the scanners to look for anomalies in the Earth's magnetic field. I was not really looking for anything in particular. I just wanted the scanning beams to appear active so that it looked to anyone passing by that I was actually doing what I said I would be doing.

I made my way to the habitat module and entered the bunkroom. I slipped out of my flight suit with the aid of my wardrobe device, then settled down on my bunk and made myself comfortable. Even though I was extremely tired I was not able to fall asleep right away. I tried playing various types of soothing music, but that did not work. I just could not put the events of this mission out of my mind and even though I was far from the station, I could still see the faces of the dead crewmembers floating about the station.

As I tossed and turned in my bunk I suddenly felt Sheba making a connection to my internal data port. Once the connection was made I heard her voice telling me to relax. Sheba explained to me that she was going to attempt a relaxation routine that a previous pilot of this vessel used to enjoy. The next thing I knew my data port was connected to the ship, and a sensory connection was made to the external living skin covering the ship's hull. With in milliseconds my skin began to tingle as the connection allowed me to feel what the skin of the ship was feeling. 

It felt as if a billion tiny sparks of energy were caressing my skin from every angle. The combination of the solar wind and the Earth's magnetic field caressing my body at the same time took my mind away from everything that was bothering me. The sensations were intense at first then lessened gradually and soon it began to feel as if my body was receiving the gentle caress of a lover's touch. Sheba began to modulate my connection to the ship's living skin and as I began to relax, she dialed back the intensity of the connection that I shared with the ship. Within minutes I found myself drifting off to sleep while being softly caressed by the vacuum of space. Once I was asleep, Sheba severed the link between the skin of the ship and my data port.

Once again I found myself in feline form walking a narrow poorly paved path side by side with light brown jungle cat as before. We were walking slowly, cautiously as the black mist that was released overhead began to drizzle down around us. Off in the distance several more of the black missiles crashed to the ground without deploying their payloads causing panic to break out amongst the humans gathered around an immense stone structure before us. They too were feeling the black mist coming in contact with their skin. The mist seemed to have no effect on my traveling companion or myself but the humans were screaming loudly as the mist coated their clothing and exposed skin. 

As we heard their howls of pain my companion and I quickened our pace and soon we both broke into a full run toward the humans. Her curiosity was as active as mine as we raced to see get a close up view. The humans now were huddled around under what little shelter the stone columns and dilapidated roof could provide but there was no really safe place for them to hide from the mist. The closer we got, the more we could see and what we did see was deeply disturbing. The humans were beginning to slowly break out in thick dark sores that oozed thick black pus when they broke open. Those unlucky enough to have come in direct contact with the mist seemed to be suffering the most. I knew now that the missiles that had passed overhead and exploded were the carriers of this deadly disease. Those that had been spared the pain of contact with the mist would inhale the deadly plague spores that were multiplying in the mist. Over the next day or so the humans still left alive would begin to show signs and symptoms similar to those that had been directly exposed to the mist.

The humans were busy tending to their wounds and did not pay much attention to us as we ascended the thick stone stairway, and as we cleared the top step I began to recognize the layout of this structure. In its day it would have been very similar to the temple complex on Rontara but this temple was much older. This temple was built out of a stone that resembled granite where the temple on Rontara was built with polished marble. Knowing what I knew about the temple on Galora, I knew that there might be a chance to save some of the humans if I could get them to the medical facility under the temple.

I moved toward the center of the temple where the alter should have been. My traveling companion just circled the humans looking them over. The humans also took note of the panther and the puma moving around near them and though I think that normally we would have caused a panic, the humans were more concerned about the black rain than they were about us. 

When I got to the alter area I could see that the alter was destroyed when the heavy stone roof collapsed. A few feet beyond the alter I could see the indentation in the temple's floor where the divining obelisk should have been. The floor was intact and perhaps the obelisk was still safe below the floor. I visually scanned the walls for a rectangular security pad that would read my DNA and activate the obelisk or open the passageway that led under the temple.

The walls were over grown with hanging vines but on a slightly damaged wall to the west I found what I was looking for. The device looked like a plain rectangle carved into the stone but I knew that inside the stone were a series of complicated electronics. I changed to human form and as I did I heard several humans gasp, and one of them called my name. I turned to look to see Commander Ellis huddled with the rest of the humans. He stared at my naked form for several seconds and I returned his gaze. The once proud squadron commander now had the appearance of a refugee as he did his best to look after his people. His uniform burned and tattered, and signs of the plague were beginning to form on the exposed skin of his hands and forearms.

There was so much that I wanted to say but I knew that talking now would be less important than getting these people out of this mist. I nodded to the Commander then turned and walked toward the wall. When I reached the wall I pulled the vines and vegetation away from the stone rectangle and tossed it aside. I pressed the palm of my hand against the flat surface inside the rectangle but nothing happened other than a slight tingle against the palm of my hand. I had expected some activity around the alter area after feeling the tingle of the scanner but there was nothing.

I pulled my hand back from the stone rectangle, brushed it off again with my fingers to ensure that I was making proper contact then I tried again. Once again I felt the tingle but nothing happened. I stood there in dumb silence and looked around the temple complex and again I expected something to happen, perhaps a delayed reaction in the parting of the stones but nothing happened at all.

Now I was close to panic when my thoughts of rescuing my shipmates turned to thoughts of watching them die before my eyes. As I looked over the stricken humans I watched my traveling companion circle them once again, then when she was closest to me, she too transformed into her human form.

She was tall and slender, her body looked to be an exact duplicate of mine right down to the hairless naughty bits. Her hair was long, straight and black and mirrored mine in style and length. Her features were definitely Earth human, and her complexion was similar to mine but her facial features were clearly Japanese.

She too was naked as I was and with a confident smile she walked toward me and pressed her right hand against the stone rectangle next to mine and whispered in an ancient Annu dialect, "To journey forward from here, it takes two."

Seconds after her hand made contact the obelisk extended from below the floor and began its scans of the humans and the two naked proto-humans standing with their hands pressed against the wall. After the initial scans, the pink beam from the obelisk was replaced by a blue beam that enveloped the each of the humans in turn, and as the light moved over them we could see the streaks of the black rain disappear from their skin, and a few moments after their cries of anguish ceased.

The blue beam turned from a narrow stream to a wide angled projection that enveloped all of the humans, and as the mist continued to rain down, we could see the black droplets turn to steam and evaporate as soon as it touched the bright blue light field. Once under the protection of the blue light field, the floor of the temple parted to expose a stone stairway that led down under the temple. Through the opening in the floor came a group of medical bots that moved among the humans assessing the level of their infection and the nature of their injuries.

When several of the black mist spewing missiles roared over head, a squad of maintenance bots bearing littered emerged from the opening in the floor and began transporting the seriously wounded to the medical bay below. My traveling companion and I began escorting the walking wounded below, and as soon as my bare feet made contact with the floor of the complex at the bottom of the stone steps, I felt the AI unit of the complex establish connection to my internal data port and issue a prerecorded greeting in an ancient form of the Annu language, "Welcome to Anora Prime." 

Once the connection was established I sent out a wireless request for the visitors guide to the complex, and what I received was the standard tourist package complete with planetary data, personnel roster, and a detailed map of the complex. A quick scan of the personnel roster told me that there was no one assigned here, and by the looks of the place, it had been a very long time since anyone was here. 

At the same time I connected to the complex, a second wireless connection was made with my new traveling companion, and as she noticed the connection between us activate, she privately introduced herself as Neko.

I turned and smiled and was about to send my name to her, but before I could send, "My name is Kitty", it felt as if my thoughts were hijacked and I electronically blurted out, "My name is Maew."

After our wireless introduction we moved closer together and hugged each other tightly as if we had each found our long lost sister, but as our naked bodies pressed tightly together, my physical form back on Galora One was being shaken back to consciousness by Lieutenant Jarro and two medical technicians, their bodies encased in encounter suits. As I sat up the trio began wrapping me in a radiation resistant blanket and were urging me to cooperate while they assisted me in donning an encounter suit. 

I did not hear any decompression or radiation alarms sounding, and I was still breathing so I knew that there was still an oxygen atmosphere aboard the ship so I fought the best I could to keep my naked body from being stuffed into an ancient Annu space suit. I guess I struggled long enough and hard enough that they gave up and when I had a minute to collect my thoughts I send a request to Sheba and asked if the ship was in some sort of trouble, to which she replied, "No."

Once my unwanted guests backed off I dragged myself from the bed and dressed myself in my white flight suit then began to question the Lieutenant as to what was going on and why.

Jarro dismissed the medical techs and instructed them to return to return to the station on the scout ship that brought the three of them to Galora One. Once they were gone he removed his helmet and encounter suit, then dressed himself the old fashioned way in his flight suit. Once we were both fully clothed he began to brief me on how one of the science vessels in Earth orbit detected a collimated Epsilon particle burst emanating from the planet below. From the scans that they took, all indications pointed to the pulse striking Galora One directly in the habitation module. Since the KC did not have a lot of experience with Epsilon particles and their effects on Earth humans, they came right away to investigate and check on my physical condition.

It took me a few minutes and half a cup of coffee to come to my senses after being so rudely awakened from a really intense dream. After finishing my coffee I ushered Jarro to the science lab and activated the main view screen. I brought Sheba into the mix since she was monitoring the sensor array that was scanning the Earth's magnetic field.

Jarro provided the time frame for the Epsilon particle bombardment and I backed up the scanner logs to that point and sure enough there was a ten second Epsilon particle pulse that originated from the planet's surface. I tried to focus in on the origin of the pulse but it was a narrow beam transmission and was of such a short duration that the point of origin cold not be determined.

This got me to thinking so my next step was to step through Galora One's sensor logs from the day that we first arrived in Earth's orbit. I advanced through the logs beginning at the point where we received the automated warning about Earth being quarantined. Jarro was becoming impatient as I manually advanced through the logs and then there it was, an Epsilon particle burst of the same strength and duration coming from Earth's surface and impacting the ship's habitation module. This pulse would have been close to the time where I had cried myself to sleep in my bunk after discovering the plague on Earth.

Jarro had no idea what I was rambling on about as I sat there talking to myself and pouring over the numbers and the scan results but it was clear to me that the dream-like experiences that I had endured were not dreams created by my mind. To me it was a real possibility that what I had experienced was a communication sent to me, but by whom and from where was a mystery that I was determined to solve. I believed that someone, somewhere was trying to tell me something, or show me something that that the answer to all of this would be found on Earth. I knew then that I had to find a way past the planetary quarantine and investigate the source of those two transmissions personally.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 37



Memoirs of Kitty Siam - Central Command Rejection.

After I assured Lieutenant Jarro that I was ok, healthy, and fully functional after the Epsilon particle assault, we made our way back to Romanov station, and just as we were lining up for our landing in the main hangar bay we received a transmission from Mars. Major Sima ordered us to return to Mars at once. I tried to make the case that I needed to stay on Romanov Station and I was surprised with Jarro when he backed me up, but the Major would not hear of it and stated that these orders came from higher up her chain of command and that there was nothing that she could do to honor our request.

When we arrived on Mars Major Sima and Colonel Chantal Torres, whom Sima introduced as Earth's liaison to the Ksatria Cahaya, greeted us. The Colonel offered her hand as was still the Earth custom and I reached out and gave it a friendly shake. I introduced myself as Kitty and had to fight back the temptation to introduce myself as Maew. For some reason that just popped into my head the moment we started the introductions. 

After I introduced myself the Colonel asked me to call her Chantal, as there was no need for formalities. While I made small talk with the Colonel, Major Sima informed Lieutenant Jarro that his temporary duty assignment on Mars had come to an end and that he was to return to his squadron. 

Jarro was not the only one leaving Mars that day. I too had orders to leave Mars and report to Central Command for my official welcoming to the PTB. Like the Lieutenant, I too would be taking the portal along with Colonel Torres. She would be my official sponsor in the PTB and assist me in getting sworn in, signed up and settled in. 

We had a few hours before we were due to depart, so that gave me the opportunity to rummage through Galora One and stuff my meager personal possessions in my well traveled backpack. This also allowed me enough time to download the Sheba AI unit on to a data crystal that I could take with me and install on my next ship. I had a good working relationship with that AI unit and I did not want to have to start all over again with a new AI. 

Another reason for taking Sheba with me was all of the personal files and logs that I had her create. Those too were downloaded onto the data crystal and once that was done, I scrubbed the Sheba AI and all the personal entries she made for me on Galora One. Who ever piloted Galora One after this would have to install a new AI because this one was all mine.

I gave my tablet a quick check and performed a data and software update before I stowed the device safely in my backpack. I double-checked all the closures on my backpack before making my way to the portal area to meet up with Colonel Torres. As I entered the portal chamber three technicians were just stepping out of the portal, and as they stepped down from the portal's platform the swirling vortex behind them dissipated and the heavy doors that protect the portal's entrance closed quickly and locked. After the three technicians left the area I looked around for the Colonel but did not see her. It was getting close to our departure time and she was nowhere to be found. I asked around but no one had seen her. I figured that she was just running late and since I did not have her on speed dial so to speak, I could not contact her by my installed data link so I resigned myself to be patient.

I thought about sitting at one of the consoles and pulling up the departure logs but that thought was cut short as Major Sima entered the chamber and informed me that there was an issue on Romanov Station that required her attention as the senior Earth representative in the area. Sima told me that I was to make the trip to Central Command on my own and that a trusted member of the PTB would meet me on the other end.

Sima escorted me up the ramp to the platform to the control panel for the portal. Since it was my first time going trough the portal she gave me a briefing on how to activate the portal and what to expect once I passed through the doorway and entered event horizon. I was pretty sure I knew how to operate the portal as I had watched many times as people came and went. She explained to me that the Mars portal had now been synchronized with central portal database maintained by Central Command and that the system would now scan my DNA before activating the portal. The control pad would also respond to key words and specific destinations by voice command or by data sent from my internal data link once the scanner had recognized my DNA signature. This was an upgrade from the Annu system that required the location to be manually keyed in by a traveler or a portal control technician.

I placed my hand on the inset rectangular pad next to the portal's sliding door and as the palm of my hand touched the pad I felt a slight tingle before the white light over the panel turned green to indicate that the scan had been complete and that my DNA scan was positive. Major Sima then asked me verbally to state my destination. Since this was my first time traveling she explained that she wanted to make sure that the system would recognize my voice pattern, so in perfect and proper Annu I stated my destination as, "Central Command." A second later I received verbal confirmation stating, "Transport Destination Approved" in Galactic Standard language.

The portal doors slid open and the portal was activated. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes then stepped in. I was told many times what to expect once I stepped into the vortex but the words did not quite accurately describe the sensation of stepping into a maelstrom in one location and being dumped unceremoniously on my pert little keister in another. Experienced travelers have perfected ways of remaining upright and fighting off the dizzying affects of the wormhole, but being a rookie at portal travel, I took a painful bounce as I landed on a dusty floor in total darkness.

As I found myself on the floor in total darkness, I realized immediately that I had taken a wrong turn somewhere and I was not in the PTB's Central Command facility. I switched my eyes to feline and could see through the darkness. I was in a control room but not the one that with lights and actual people in it. I was alone and found myself in a room that had not been used for many generations as indicated by the thick coating of dust, debris, and the skeletal remains of several large rodents.

I was not sure where I ended up but I knew that it was dark, smelly, and cold which prompted me to quickly get to my feet and change into my upgraded battle suit. I also used the wardrobe device to deploy my katana, Bowie knife, bow and quiver of arrows. Unfortunately even my upgraded wardrobe device could not store complex weapons, but given what I had available I could defend myself quite well if needed.

As I moved around the room taking note of the various consoles and such, I came across the remains of what appeared to be a male, or at least what remained of his clothing indicated that he may have been a male. His hair was long and gray and he appeared to have had a long beard, but his most interesting feature was his oblong shaped skull. I had never seen a humanoid with such a deformed skull in person, but on the wall carvings in the villages on Mars I had seen many depictions of such misshaped skulls similar to this one.

The man possessed no weapons at the time of his demise but I could see under his torso a large thick book, and near the opened book were several manual writing utensils. I moved away from the desk that the remains were slumped over and made note to come back to investigate in detail later, but for now my primary concern was finding out where I was and how I got here, but before that, I had to find a way to get the lights turned on.

I did not know if I was on a space station, in a surface bunker, or an underground complex. I knew that I had oxygen and plenty of it, but there was no circulation to the air in the room so it was obvious that if the structure that I was on was a space station or space faring vessel, the pressure seals were holding. 

I made my way around the room exploring the consoles and non-functioning data displays. I made my way along the closest wall and peeked into several rooms off the main rotunda that was the central command area. Several of the rooms held spare equipment, while other rooms were offices for the various commanders and technicians that were assigned here. 

I came to a door that was fitted with a pressure seal, which seemed to be a main or secondary exit from the control room. I tried to pull the door open with my bare hands but that did not work. I ran my hands along the wall near the door and felt for an access panel. Most doors of this type that I had come across in various places had an emergency manual release and this one was no different. There was a panel down near the floor on the wall to the right of the door. I used my knife to pry the cover off then reached in to pull the release lever. One hand was not enough and soon I found myself sitting on the floor with my feet pressed against the wall. I had to grip the lever with both hands, and then using my hands and legs for leverage I was able to release the lock. Back in the day when this facility was new the release lever would probably have moved with the force on one hand, but over the centuries it had become corroded due to lack of maintenance.

The sliding door opened about an inch or so allowing me to get my fingers in between the door and pull it the rest of the way open. I had to repeat this procedure many times as I made my way through door after door. The farther I got away from the control room the more direction signs I came across. The signs were written in a form of the Annu language that was very different from the variations that I had seen on Mars and on Galora. The UT was able to translate some of the signs for me but on others I had to actually think about what I was seeing and decipher the text myself.

I finally came across a direction sign that pointed toward the hanger bay, well at least I thought it say hanger bay but given my knowledge of this very ancient version of the Annu language, I could have found myself on the way to the sick bay, or perhaps a hydroponics bay. I had guessed correctly and in a few hours I found myself prying open the final door that lead me into the cavernous hangar bay. 

My goal was to find a ship with a functioning reactor that I could use to supply power to the facility as we did on Mars and Romanov station, but what I found in the hangar bay put that plan to rest immediately. In the hangar bay I found a collection of ships, and ship parts and pieces that made the 17,000-year-old Galora Explorer look as if she had just came off the assembly line yesterday. A few of the smaller non space faring ships looked to be intact but the others were in various states of disassembly and some even looked as if they had had sections blasted off by weapons fire.

I looked from ship to ship in the darkness and tried to match up the ship configurations with the diagrams and technical specs that had been implanted in my PDA back on Galora but only a small single seat Tenchi class strike craft was found in the database and it was listed as a new prototype 41,762 years ago. I made my way around the hangar bay and tried to take an inventory of what was available and what might work to provide power but there was such a varied list of components available, but none seemed like they would fit together in any functional way. 

I left the hanger bay and made my way though the maze of corridors until I came across a sign that read, "CENTRAL CORE." I began following the signs toward the Central Core and once again found myself forcing doors open. I was becoming quite fatigued from all of the manual labor involved in opening so many doors but finally I made my way into the Central Core area. As I entered the compartment, I could see a dim light emanating from a monstrous metallic orb in the center of the complex. The technical database told me that this was a reactor powered by an artificially induced quantum singularity. 

I went though the technical data on this device and came to the conclusion that if there was a glow, there was still life in the singularity, which by my quick calculations should have lasted much longer than it appears that this station had been in existence. I mentally went over the specs page by page and came to the same conclusion that the Annu engineers did long ago that a restrained singularity had a nasty habit of turning into a black hole should it become unrestrained. For this reason the Annu abandoned this form of power for their installations approximately 30,000 years ago. Thankfully there was enough power coming from the singularity to power the constrictor field so there was no immediate threat from an unrestrained singularity. With that bit of doom and gloom in the back of my head I carefully began tracing out the wiring, piping and control panels in the area that led from the reactor. 

I followed what seemed to be miles of wire inside thick protective conduits in a search for obvious damage. I did not have the proper test or scanning equipment that would have made the job easier so I had to do it the old fashioned way, and I had to do it in total darkness with only my feline night vision and sense of touch to guide me. I crawled over and under huge pipes as I followed the path of the heaviest wire bundle from the reactor. I ascended through maintenance tubes and found myself four levels above the reactor in a small control room in the Engineering section. I traced the wire bundle to a control panel and found that a large chunk of the conduit housing the main wiring harness had become damaged by what appears to have been a disruptor blast. 

On the floor under the damaged area were the badly burned bones of a large rodent.

A few feet away from the rodent was a discarded sidearm and the remains of what had once been a female humanoid. Now I am not a forensic expert but it looks as if the woman had killed the rodent then tried to make repairs to the wiring bundle and the control box. Seeing that the finger bones of the right hand were badly charred, my guess is that whom ever this was, tried to perform repairs on the main wiring harness and failed to properly turn off the power.

I moved back down the conduit to a junction box and flipped the manual level to the, "OFF" position then moved back up the conduit to the damaged section. At my feet next to the dead rodent was a small toolbox and I was able to find the tools that allowed me to strip the damaged wiring and apply new insulated clamps to both ends. I checked my work and from what I remembered from my engineering classes at the academy, my patch to the wiring would hold. 

Next I moved back to the junction box and moved the switch back to the "ON" position and was rewarded by a warm glow of the control panels in the room as they began to flicker to life. The main console illuminated first and read, "Main reactor on standby at 3%, initiating controlled power up process." I stood there and watched as the indicator bar below the console began to climb and as it reached 30% more of the consoles in the room came to life and began to display a representation of the power distribution grid. At 30% I felt a rush of stale air brush against my face as the air recycling system came back online. I watched as grey areas became yellow, then turned to green as the power levels reached 45%. I stood by the main console and watched the facility come back to life.

I knew that I was in the engineering section given that the controls for the reactor were located here. I made my way to the door to exit and when I neared the door it slid open on its own without manual intervention. I was sure happy to see that I would not be prying any more doors open today. I scouted around the engineering section looking for the control panel for the maintenance bots. I figured that all of the Annu facilities had them so this one should as well and I was not wrong. 

I found the work station that controlled the bots and activated them in short order. I issued instructions for the bots to begin a sweep of the facility and create a prioritized list of needed repairs. I was feeling a little selfish so I ordered four of the smaller housekeeping bots to locate and make ready the commander's office and quarters. I was exhausted and needed a comfortable place to sleep and damn it, I was going to sleep in style while I figured out what my next step would be. Unfortunately the bots were not charged and I was informed that it would take at least six hours for the first squad of maintenance bots to be recharged.

I made my way back to the portal control room and found my backpack right where I had left it. The trek back to the portal room was much easier now that the doors were open and the lights were beginning to come back on. The system would have overloaded had everything come back up all at once so the CPU that ran the power distribution grid rationed the power so as to avoid an overload. 

I pulled my tablet from my backpack and attempted to make a connection but for one of several reasons the device would not connect. I moved to one of the consoles in the control room that had been powered up and attempted to pull up a diagram of the facility, but the CPU in the central core was still occupied with bringing the critical systems back on line. I found that there was that was little computing power left to poll the various sensors placed around the station and display the entire diagram. I settled instead for directions to the quarters that I had selected for myself.

The Commander's quarters were located near the center of the complex, which was not far from the Central Command rotunda. The path was easy enough to memorize even for my sleep-deprived brain. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and turned to exit from the portal room and as I made my turn, my eyes landed upon an illuminated sign across the room from the portal that was written in an ancient dialect of Annu that held the answer to a question that I had yet to ask... the sign read, "Welcome to Central Command." 

I paused and stared at the sign then stumbled backwards until my pert little butt came to rest against one of the desks that held the many consoles in the room. My eyes blinked occasionally but my gaze was fixed upon the sign as I thought back to my actions on Mars before I stepped through the portal. This was my first portal trip so it was easy to remember what I had done. I compared my actions with those of the countless others that I had seen come and go through the portal. It was then that I realized that everyone that I had watched leave through the portal had pressed their palm to the security pad and once their ID was confirmed by DNA, they requested their destination in the galactic standard language. I did the same as they did but instead of using galactic standard, I spoke my request in proper Annu, which caused my destination to be entered as the Annu's Central Command.

My theory was that the PTB had been installing their own programming into the portals as they were bringing them back online, but there was an error in their programming that did not completely replace the programming that the Annu had originally used when the portals were built. I knew that the PTB was still using the galactic maps that the Annu had made as the PTB did not have the resources to create new maps of the portal system. It was by necessity that they did not purge the data and software that the Annu had created.

I grew tired of thinking of all the possibilities that brought me to this place but I was confident that my conclusion was correct as to how I had come to this facility. I had a lot to think about and even more to do to get this portal back online and connected fully to the galactic grid but that would have to wait until I had some sleep. It had been days since I had a good sleep as my attempts had been interrupted by the visions that were projected into my mind as I slept. I was hoping that I was far enough away from Earth that my mind would not be invaded.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 37



I followed the path laid out for me and made it to my quarters without incident. I assumed that we were not in a space station as all of the internal doors popped open as soon the emergency power came on. This was the default setting for the station as less energy was needed to open all the doors one time than it would take to open each of them each time someone wanted to enter or exit a particular part of the facility. Had this been a station in space, the default position for the doors would have been closed as a seal against a hull breach. Now that I had that little piece of the puzzle solved, it was time to get some sleep.

I stowed my battle suit and dressed myself in my favorite sleeping attire, which is no attire at all before I stretched out on the bed in the Commander's quarters. I was surprised that the bed had a soft comfortable mattress with sheets and a blanket. I found out later that when I requested that the quarters be made ready, the maintenance bots had fabricated these comfort items for me and removed the ones that had deteriorated over time. 

I was asleep in no time once I put the events of the day out of my mind. I had slept soundly for seventeen hours. When I opened my eyes the room was dark except for a small red light over the door that led to the Commander's office. I found out later that the red nightlight was just that, it was a sign that it was nighttime outside the facility. During the daylight hours the light would glow white. These lights were placed above most of the doors as there were no windows in this part of the facility so this was the only indication of day and night... that is unless you were to look at a clock or a terminal display to read the time.

Now that I was awake, the first thing I wanted to do was shower and as luck would have it, the Commander had one terrific shower in the bathroom attached to his quarters. I suspect that when he or she attempted to take a shower, actual running water came from the showerhead. All I got when I turned on the water was a few drips of rusty water followed by a thick glob of what could best be described as rusty mud. As I watched the thick goo drop from the showerhead to the floor a warning came over the comm. panel in the bathroom, "Warning, water is unfit for consumption or bathing... Maintenance Control is aware of the problem and maintenance bots have been dispatched." 

So much for that idea I thought as I dressed myself in jeans, a sweatshirt, and a pair of sturdy hiking boots with the aid of my wardrobe device. I added my trusty Bowie knife to my outfit and strapped the scabbard to my right thigh. I did not feel that I needed to be heavily armed but I did remember the size of the rat carcasses that I had come across and thought it might be best to have a little something pointy to throw should one cross my path.

I made my way back to the Central Command area and took a look at the various consoles and took note of their readings. The reactor was almost at full power and was handling the load quite well for its age. The air recycling system had just started its purge cycle, which meant that the stale air inside the station was being removed and replaced. The water distribution system was under repair. Many of the pipes had rusted through or had been corroded to the point that water could no longer flow through them and just about all of the piping for water, coolant, and such had to be replaced. It was a slow process to replicate and replace the amount of pipe that had been identified as unusable and this was the main hold up in getting the critical systems back up and running.

The external defense grid was still offline as was the internal security system. All of the internal doors remained open while the air inside was purged. It would take approximately ten hours before the purge was complete. I began looking over the secondary systems and found that one of the sustenance replication alcoves near by had been sanitized and put in working order. I was thankful that I could at least get a hot cup of jallah and perhaps a muffin of some sort to start my day out right, otherwise I might have had to hunt down one of those pig sized rodents for breakfast.

I noticed as I passed by the portal room on the way to the alcove that the humanoid remains that I had found slumped over one of the consoles had been removed by the bots. They did however leave the thick book on the desk that he was bent over at the time of his demise. I was tempted to take a detour from my journey to check out the book but my growling empty stomach had become a harsh taskmaster that I dared not disobey, so off to the replication station I went.

While I had my breakfast I took another stab at getting my tablet to interface with the station's network but still I could not get a connection. My own internal data port was also unable to connect so when I made my way back to Central Command, I checked on the status of the various internal networks and found that they were way down on the list of priorities and would not be back online anytime soon. It was an inconvenience but I did realize that this facility had been dormant for thousands of years so everything would not be coming back on line as fast as they did on Romanov Station.

Since there was not much for me to do inside, I thought I would take a look around outside and tried to bring up the entire layout of the station once again, and sure enough, there was not enough processing power available so I asked for directions to the nearest exit from the facility. I was quickly provided with a map to passage that led to the outside. I tried to get a weather report for the outside but the external sensors were still offline. I knew that I still had my wardrobe device that could provide the proper attire for any conditions that I met once I opened the door that lead outside.

Had the facility's systems been fully restored I could have taken the lift to the exit, but today I had to take the long way and walk the tunnels and steps that were carved into the rocks outside the main complex. It took me about forty minutes to reach the thick stone steps that led upward to a sliding hatch similar to the one at the temple on Galora. At the base of the steps there was a rectangular security pad built into the wall. I placed my hand in the rectangle and expected the hatch to slide open but what I received was a computer-generated voice that said, "Internal security systems are offline... access to the outside is forbidden until internal security systems have been restored." So much for that idea... count this little excursion as a few hours of my life that I will never get back.

On my way back down through the crudely carved tunnels I came across a section of wall that had a bit of graffiti on it. It was mostly things like "Malletu loves Jaka", "Princess M{name unreadable} has a cute butt", and the ever-popular slogan, "Repent the end is near!" I could not help myself and I burst out with the mad giggles as I picked up a chunk of soft red chalk-like rock and added the words, "BEWARE OF SLEESTAK" in Earth English to the graffiti that was left by others from many generations in the past. 

My journey back to the heart of the station was slowed by my stopping to read some of the graffiti and some of the passages that had been carefully carved into the rock walls that led to and from the outside. There were many variations and dialects of the Annu language used in the various rock carvings that I had stopped to read, but what really caught my attention was an entire section of tunnel wall that had messages carved in an ancient version of Vedic Sanskrit.

Finding this language on this planet got my mind to exploring all of the possibilities, which were endless at this point. Finding Hieratic and Cuneiform writings on Mars were one thing, but finding an ancient for of an Asian Indian language carved into the walls of a tunnel that was built some 30,000 years before any written language was known to exist on Earth was another. It was obvious now that the Earth was populated from humans from other parts of the galaxy and it was the Annu that had seeded the planets with humanity. I knew for a fact that the Egyptian, Sumerian, and the Asian Indian cultures on Earth owed the existence to the Annu/Annunaki. I only hoped that someday I would be able to solve the mystery of where the Annu home world was and perhaps visit there.

With nothing else to do I set my mind to exploring the complex. I kept tabs on the restoration process from time to time as I passed consoles that had been activated in the various work compartments. As time passed more of the facility was being displayed on the monitors and on the second day about 30% of the station had been cleaned and put back in working order. The maintenance bots were working at a furious pace and several times I had almost been run over as I traveled through the corridors. 

My body clock was telling me that it was close to lunch time and I was getting hungry so I made my way back to the Nourishment Replication Alcove and made myself a sandwich of something that was called, "Belota." I think it was some sort of thinly sliced lizard meat but like most things foreign, it tasted like chicken. I fixed myself a glass of iced tea and I was surprised that I was able to find the same blend that I enjoyed on my first voyage aboard Galora One. 

With tea in hand I went back to the Central Command area. The doors were still in their open position, which told me that the security system was lagging behind in becoming operational. I was tempted to intervene directly but thought it best to let the station's central core follow its original recovery programming. There were no signs of internal threats and I knew that I was safe from external threats as the inside of the station was sealed off from the outside. There was no need to question the priorities that were assigned to the central core by its programmers. Had it been up to me, I would have changed the priorities and had life support come up first followed, then the defense grid followed by internal security and communications.

It was getting late in the day and I found myself far from the Central Command area when I noticed that the lights over each doorway changed from white to red indicating that night had fallen outside the station. I had lost track of time as I traveled about the station. Along my journey I came across a weapons locker that I was able to force open and I retrieved a small handheld disruptor from its charging station. The device was about the size and weight of an antique deck of playing cards. The device had six settings to it, three were stun settings while the rest were lethal. The device had a coating on the back that allowed it to attach instantly to any garment that it pressed against. It worked sort of like Velcro but there were no hook and loop surfaces to be seen or felt. I pressed the back of the weapon against the harness that kept my Bowie knife strapped to my thigh and the device attached its self instantly.

It had been a while since I had done so much walking. I had lost all track of time and my journey had caused me to build up a bit of an appetite. It was well past my regular dinner hour so I made my way back replication alcove and made myself a plate full of accamanas and choa. It seems like no matter where you go in the galaxy, every culture has their own version of Swedish meatballs with rice and gravy, and the Annunaki were no different. As I ate my dinner I tried once again to connect my tablet to the station's internal network but once again all attempts failed, but as I was making my last attempt I felt a tingling sensation on the back of my neck where my internal data port was installed. It appeared is if the station was attempting to make a connection but was unable to. I had hoped that the station's ancient wireless equipment was compatible with my installed systems. Several more attempts were made as I ate but none were successful. This at least told me that the internal communications network was the current priority in the master reactivation plan.

I returned my tablet and my backpack to my quarters as I had had enough of carrying those items around with me for most of the day. I was getting tired but still was not ready for sleep. I decided that I would take a walk to the hangar bay and check out the few ships that were left behind when the station was evacuated. From what I had seen earlier most vessels were unserviceable but perhaps with a lot wrench and hammer time the ancient Tenchi class strike craft could be coaxed back into service.

The Tenchi was undamaged but it appears that before the station was abandoned, some of its critical systems were cannibalized for other ships. The weapons were intact but the hyperspace navigation system was missing, as were parts of the avionics and external atmospheric control surfaces. Perhaps these parts were needed to get other ships space worthy that could carry more passengers. As my inspection continued I made notes in my PDA about what it would take to get her flying again, and which upgrades I would perform to make her a bit more up to date. I knew that once this station was fully functional I would have an army of idle maintenance bots to help me bring this ancient craft back to life, or perhaps I would have the bots fabricate an entirely new ship for me.

I spent a few more hours in the hangar bay then made my way back to Central Command. It was getting close to the midnight hour when I pulled up a report on the station's status. I was disappointed to find that the restoration effort had stalled at a dismal 37%. I dug deeper to find the cause of the delay and discovered that the sticking point was the lack of spare parts. The maintenance bots were forced to fabricate everything needed from scratch, so I would have to be patient while the repairs were in progress.

Since there was nothing left for me to do I decided to turn in for the night. I slipped out of my clothing and slipped into the big comfortable bed. My sleep was undisturbed and uneventful. I had no dreams, visions, or interruptions of any kind.

In the morning I had my breakfast before returning to Central Command. The station restoration had progressed to 41% during the night. I was a bit disappointed at that number but there was not much I could do about it. There was no one that I could file a complaint with. Well, I take that back, there were two others that I could complain to but they were both deceased. This got me to thinking about the book in the portal room that one of the deceased had been keeping. I made a note to myself to have a look at the book very soon, but first I wanted to see how much access I had to the station's data system.

I sat down a one of the consoles and looked over my options. I accessed maintenance control and flipped through the displays that showed what each individual maintenance bot was doing. I picked a bot close to the tunnel that led to the outside and issued an order to have the door opened. I received an error message that stated, "Request denied... reauthentication required" 

I took that as an appropriate response, so next I placed my hand on the console's scan pad and felt a slight tingle that indicated that I had just been scanned. The console considered the results of the scan for a few seconds then came back with, "Security database offline, restoration activity in progress."

For my next trick I connected to one of the maintenance bots and requested that Nourishment Replication Alcove number 174 be returned to service. I did not really need that alcove brought back online for any reason, I just wanted to see if my request would be honored and sure enough, the task was accepted and scheduled. I knew now that I could issue general maintenance commands from the consoles but until I could authenticate with the system, I could issue nothing but routine maintenance requests. 

This got me to thinking that once the system was able to access the security database, would it recognize me by just my DNA like the temple on Galora did, or would more be required to gain a higher level of access another way? This prompted me to spend the rest of the day trying to figure out the programming, data structure, and communication pathways to the central core and the security database in case it would become necessary to hack my way in to authenticate myself.

When I left the command center for my evening meal the restoration progress had reached 48%, which did not excite me at all. I decided not to tempt fate with my dinner so I once again chose the accamanas and choa. I knew what that was and that I liked it the day before. I was not up for a game of gastronomic roulette.

After dinner I took a stroll to the portal room. The humanoid remains had been removed by the maintenance bots. I suspect that they took the decomposed body as a health hazard and assigned that as a high priority task. The consoles and wall displays had been cleaned and sanitized, as had the floor, desks, chairs and other items in the room. The book that I sought was right where its owner had left it, though it too had been giving a good dusting.

The book was left open to the last page that had been written and it appeared to be a running journal kept by the last inhabitants of the station. The pages were not made of paper, as one would expect. The pages were made of a high tech composite that resembled paper but had the properties of Kevlar, which is why the book survived as long as it did and was still readable. 

The words were written in a longhand version of a very ancient Annu script. I had no experience with this form or writing and the UT was having trouble working out the translation for me. I flipped through the pages and just skimmed the text but I could understand very little of it. Translating this hand written journal was going to take some time and a lot of effort on my part. It was not a task that I was looking forward to starting so late in the day. I did not want anything to happen to this book and even though there was no one around to steal it, I placed the book in my backpack for safekeeping, and then stored my backpack in my wardrobe device. Once I had the book stored I digitally moved it out of the backpack and stored it in a private list of miscellaneous backpack items so that it would not automatically appear when I deployed my backpack.

While I was in the portal room I moved over to the communication officer's station and attempted to bring up the galactic portal map. It was my intention to see if I could identify Mars on the map and attempt to send a signal through the portal to Major Sima, but like most everything else that I tried to activate, long-range communications and Stellar Cartography were still offline. I was tempted to try a short-range transmission but I had no idea who would be on the receiving end, nor did I know if they would be friendly or hostile. With the defense grid and security systems still offline, inviting the neighbors over for a visit would probably be a very bad idea.

I did spend quite a bit of time going over an outdated cached galactic portal map, but could not locate the SolTer system. This facility was much older than those on Mars and on Earth if the data from the PTB was correct, those portals would not be listed here as they had not been built when this station was abandoned. Perhaps once I can get a connection to the rest of the portals, the map will update and I can make my way back to Mars in one jump.

I looked over the galactic map and pondered jumping to other worlds. I happened to glance over at the open portal doors in the control room. Had the doors been closed when I attempted to make my jump, the connection would have been refused as the first command that goes out when a connection is attempted is for the doors to open on the receiving end. Once the doors are opened the wormhole connection is accepted. Power for the connection comes from the sending side; this is how I was able to get here even though this station was powered down. This took me back to my thoughts of unwanted visits from the neighbors and prompted me to contact maintenance control and have add closing and locking the portal doors to their jobs list as a security issue. Once I entered this request it only took a few minutes for three bots to enter the room and begin working on closing the heavy stone doors.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 37



I verbally thanked the bots for their prompt response to my request though it was not necessary to thank mechanical bots; I was beginning to think of them as living entities. I was also beginning to miss being in the company of other humans and began to have conversations with myself and with the bots. I found myself speaking modern English to them and even though they were programmed to respond to verbal commands, they were not able to understand my alien language, nor would they accept high level commands or requests from me as the security system was still offline and I still had no way to authenticate with the central core. It was getting late and it was time for me to get some sleep. As I stretched out in my bed I was hoping that the bots would have the security system back online in the morning.

I slept soundly and in the morning when I checked the restoration progress I found that over night the progress indicator was reading a solid 56%. I was hoping for sixty or higher but I was happy with what I got. I pulled up a list of items that had been repaired or replaced and noticed that the main problem continued to be damaged pipes, conduits, cables and circuit boards. I so wanted to make a call to the "other" Central Command and have the PTB ship in a thousand or so of each item that we needed but that was just wish of mine that would not be fulfilled anytime soon.

The restoration process went on for another two weeks with nothing interesting happening until the progress bar reached the 75% mark. When I awoke that morning the indicator was reading 74%, which was still the case when I exited my fully functional shower. I made a stop at the replication alcove for breakfast as usual and that too went without incident. The drama all started as I left the alcove and the station's internal warning system activated and began broadcasting, "WARNING: Security system activation in 10 minutes. All personnel not at their duty station must return their quarters immediately." This warning played over and over every thirty seconds and accurately counted down the minutes until the activation began.

I knew that this time would come but I was stuck in between. I did not have a duty station and I was squatting in the Commander's quarters. I figured that my best option was to make it to the Central Command chamber and hope that once I was there that I would be able to have my DNA scanned and that I would be recognized as someone that was supposed to be here. If not, Central Command would be the best place for me to be if I had to hack my way into the system as the consoles there had a direct link to the Central Core.

I took off on a dead run through the empty corridors. The doors in front of me were still open so they did not present an obstacle. As the countdown reached the two-minute mark the doors leading from the various rooms into the main corridor were beginning to hiss and slam shut. I was still too far from my final destination to make it in less than two minutes so without breaking stride I used my wardrobe device to slip out of my clothing before transforming into my feline form. Even running on four paws as opposed to two legs it was doubtful that I would complete my mad dash in the time remaining.

When the countdown hit thirty seconds the warnings were being repeated every five seconds as the countdown progressed on to the zero mark. I figured that I was still a minute away from the Central Command chamber. I ran as fast as my paws would carry me. I could see the doorway in front of me and as the countdown hit zero I pushed off with my hind paws and hurled my feline body toward the opening.

I saw the opening before me and I knew that I had made it as my body hurtled through the air. Unfortunately the heavy security door and the now fully activated security system did not see things my way and as the door slid shut, my face crashed into the now closed door a millisecond before the rest of my body did. The sound of the crash was sickening as bone and flesh impacted against solid metal. I bounced off the door and came to rest in a furry heap in the center of the corridor several feet from the heavy door. 

To make matters worse the door behind me had closed as well and the stations warning system began to announce a new set of instructions. The public address system was now requiring all personnel to authenticate with the closest biometric security device before access to the station would be granted. A warning that security bots were now moving through the station in an attempt to identify those that had not yet verified. As I shook the cobwebs from my throbbing head I knew that the last part of that announcement was for me.

It took two attempts to get my feet under me and as I took my first feeble steps I heard a new warning that got my heart to racing. I found myself trapped between two heavy security doors with no way visible to get through them and now the public address system was blasting out a warning of an alien entity in Section 1, corridor 1, zone 2. My head was pounding as I paced back and forth between the closed doors. The pain radiating through my skull was clouding my thinking and I found myself anxiously padding about like a caged animal trying to find a way out. It was when I changed back to human form that I found my way out.

As I stood naked before the entrance to the Central Command rotunda I noticed a depressed rectangle on the wall and recognized it for what it was. I moved toward the wall and pressed the palm of my hand against the center of the rectangle and felt the familiar tingle as my DNA was scanned and cataloged. Within seconds the light over the pad changed from red to green and the door slid open as a recorded voice announced from the speaker next to the identification pad, "Identity confirmed, access granted."

As I entered the chamber and moved toward one of the consoles, a polite and soft-spoken computer generated voice welcomed me by name to Galactic Central Command. The words of welcome stopped me dead in my tracks. I played the welcome over several times in my mind before it finally sunk in, but even though the words registered they sounded foreign to me. The greeting was in an ancient version of Annu that I had become familiar with, so I knew that there was no problem with my translation, or the translation of the UT when I requested a formal retranslation. I was beginning to think that perhaps the bump to my head had me hearing things so just incase I was listening with a bruised brain I requested that the last announcement be repeated, and I was just as shocked the second time as I was the first when the greeting was replayed...

Greetings Princess Maew, welcome to Angkor Station. Your quarters will be ready shortly."



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 38



I became still as a statue for several minutes, not moving, not speaking, and not thinking of anything other than the words that just passed through my ears. I knew that feline and Kamaloid DNA were part of my genetic make up. I had now found a third piece of the puzzle that I was looking for. I tried to think of all of the possibilities that could have led to royal Annunaki DNA being used in my construction. I am sure that if there had been living creatures in the room with me, they would all be thinking that I had suffered some sort of stroke or mental collapse that caused me to remain motionless while my mind struggled with the informational bomb that was just dropped on me from a data system that was constructed over 60,000 years ago. 

A few hundred years ago the humans of Earth debated the competing theories of creationism and intelligent design verses evolution. The scientist in me told me that evolution was the correct answer in the debate but in the past ten minutes, I became a hesitant believer in intelligent design, as it was clear to me that some being had designed me and set me on the path that I was currently following. 

Was there some grand plan that I was to be the mother of reborn Annunaki race, or was it just dumb luck that some unsuspecting tomb raider delivered 60,000-year-old royal DNA to the labs of Osaka Eugenics and that DNA found its way into me? Another possibility that I began to consider is that the medical facility on Galora added Princess Maew's DNA to my genetic make up while I was in the reanimation tank. A third possibility was that my base makeup was to be a reincarnation of the Princess and the other bits of DNA were added in to ensure my survival in a hostile environment. 

The more scenarios that my mind conjured up, the more my determination grew to return to Earth and visit the offices of Osaka Eugenics to have a look at my medical records. This would not be an easy task since Earth was under strict quarantine. Given what we found in Earth's atmosphere, we did not know if the cities below the black plague clouds were still intact, at least no one knew when I was at Romanov station. I am sure that someone knows now and had detailed scans of the planet's surface, but here on Angkor, I had no access to this information. 

One thing that disturbed me about the Galora scenario was that if they manipulated my DNA to become the mother of a new race of Annunaki, was my original design changed to permit me to become pregnant? That of course would be a requirement if I were to be the mother of the rebirth of an extinct race. I was assured many times at Osaka Eugenics that becoming pregnant and giving birth were both impossible functions for me, but if they can reprogram my DNA to make me three inches taller, anything is possible. This was not something that I wanted to dwell on at the moment as the last thing I wanted to do was become a mother. Well, I was the mother of mangoes but that does not count. As far as I was concerned, I had no motherly instinct, wanted nothing to do with children, and did not want to be stuck raising a bunch of crying, drooling, misbehaving royal brats. 

I needed more information and I knew that I could return to the medical facility on Galora, but it would be difficult to determine what was added and what was removed from me without knowing what my original genetic makeup was and that required a trip to Earth. 

The station's protocol bot standing before me and addressing me for the first time as, "Your Majesty", interrupted my musings. It took me a second or two to realize that the bot was talking to me directly. The bot politely asked me to follow along to my quarters, as they were now ready for me to occupy. Along the way I mentioned that my backpack and other items were in the Commander's quarters, and as soon as I made mention of this, I was assured that a bot was dispatched to collect my items and transport them to my quarters. I smiled to myself and in a complimentary voice I thought to myself, "Its good to be the Princess!" 

I accompanied the bot to my quarters. I tried to follow the bot but I learned through non-verbals that a Princess does not follow a bot or a servant, but unfortunately the bot knew the way to my quarters while I did not. I had a whole lot of learning to do about this princess stuff. Since I was the only humanoid around at the moment, I figured that I had time to learn and time to practice and plenty of mechanical minions to practice on, as the bots would be my loyal subjects. Just my luck, I finally get promoted to Princess and my subjects are a bunch of ancient robots. 

I arrived at my quarters just as a small army of maintenance bots was leaving. Just as I stepped through the door to my lavish quarters I felt a violent stinging sensation on the back of my neck followed by a jolt that radiated down my spine and coursed through every never fiber of my body. I stumbled momentarily and was just able to get to the wall to brace myself and keep from collapsing to the floor. Instantly I thought I had been hit with a disruptor on a low stun setting, but I quickly came to realize that the station had finally connected to my installed data port. This was not the gentle tingle that I had felt when a connection was made aboard Galora One or on Mars. 

I quickly accessed my internal PDA and went through the connection logs and found out that it was my device that had initiated the connection. The data system and its wireless protocols were greatly out dated compared to what had been installed in me. It was my port that had adjusted its self down to be backward compatible with the systems here on Angkor. When the connection was made, there was a power spike as both systems went through their handshake process. As I looked over the stats for the connection that was made, I found that both systems were now in sync but my system had to slow down to meet the standard of the local system. I made a note in my PDA to explore the possibility of upgrading the station once everything was fully functional and the maintenance bots had some free time. 

The protocol bot gave me a quick tour of my quarters, and I have to say that the quarters assigned to me were more like a mini palace than quarters that you would expect to find on a military installation. There were bedchambers for other royals, distinguished visitors and staff as well as a fully functional kitchen and dining hall right next to my own private sustenance replication alcove. I got the feeling that a member of the royal family was a permanent resident here and was involved in the daily operations of Central Command as there were three terminals mounted to the wall over a one person command center that had access to all the major departments of this station including the main command rotunda. 

As we passed by my own personal command console, I knew that I would finally have uninterrupted access to everything I needed to conduct my research on the Annunaki, this station, the portal network, and the genetics of my family tree. But all that would have to wait as the events of the day had me worn out. When protocol bot left me to further explore my new quarters, the lights above the doorways changed from daylight white to nighttime red. 

The first thing I did was to make use of the ornate shower and spent more time than I should have under the powerful jets of hot water. I lost track of the time and though I did not run out of hot water, the jets were so relaxing that I could have fallen asleep standing up if I had just let my eyes drift closed for a few minutes. I exited the shower and made use of the thick soft white towels that had been made available for me. I wrapped one around my hair and the other around my torso. I sat down on the bed and was just about to get comfy when the door chime activated and the voice of the protocol bot chimed through the comm. panel along side the main door. 

The bot requested permission to enter and after permission was granted, the bot stated that there was one important point of order that we had failed to complete earlier in the day. When I met the bot in the great room by the main entrance, it greeted me once again with, "Your Majesty" then presented me a tablet. I read though the text on the pad and when I was done the bot briefed me on what I had just read. It was nothing more than a statement that I was formally taking command of the facility and to do so I had to affix my DNA signature to the change of command document on the pad by placing my hand in the designated rectangle. I did as expected and felt the all too familiar tingle as my DNA was scanned and confirmed. 

This facility was all mine now, and with that thought in mind I dismissed the bot and headed off to bed. It took me a while to get to sleep as I ruminated on the events of the day, and once I got to sleep I was undisturbed by dreams or interruptions of any kind. After thirteen hours of sleep I awoke naturally and made my way to the sustenance replication alcove for a hot cup of Annu coffee and a couple of pastries similar to beignets. It was not a healthy breakfast but I felt that the sugar rush along with the coffee would be beneficial to getting my day started. 

As I ate my breakfast I activated my tablet and had a look at the station restoration progress and found that after hitting 75% the previous day, this morning's reading was showing a disappointing 77%. A quick look at the figures for the jobs in progress showed that the delay was due to a lack of parts and pieces once again, except this time simple wiring and power cables were in short supply and had to be fabricated to the specifications of each job being performed. I looked in from time to time on the communications between the bots and noticed a request to begin melting down bits and pieces of the cannibalized ships and hulls in the hangar bay. I immediately jumped into the conversation and authorized the request with the stipulation that no parts or pieces belonging to the Tenshi would be scrapped. I added to my order that any parts that could work to revive the Tenshi be cataloged and placed in the bay next to the Tenshi. The bots immediately acknowledged my order and went about their business. Since the Angkor portal was unable to connect to the other portals in the galaxy, the Tenshi seemed to be the only way that might get me off this planet some day should the need arise and I was not about to let it be scrapped. 

Now that I had my look at the restoration process, I decided to pull up a list of the non-critical sections of the station to see what was available. I found a list of facilities available to guests and residents of the station, and one of the items listed was a rather large library that included a dedicated librarian bot. I downloaded the directions to the library onto my PDA via my internal data port. After the download was completed I used my wardrobe device to change into an old worn pair of denim shorts and a black t-shirt along with my favorite hiking boots. I figured that if I was going on walk-about in the station that I should be comfy and I did not care if I did not look much like a princess. I doubted that the bots were going to complain about my choice of attire. 

The trek to the library was quick and upon entering I was surprised to see that in addition to the banks of digitized reading material, there was also a large cache of bound books in real wooden shelves. I could see that most of the bound treasures had deteriorated over time, but I was pleased to see two librarian bots diligently scanning the remaining books to preserve the words as the pages were badly damaged by time. Some of the books were made of the same Kevlar-like pages as the journal I had come across upon arrival. Those would last longer than the paper and would be scanned by the bots at a later date. 

I walked up to the counter and was quickly greeted formally by a third librarian bot. He greeted me as one should a Princess and I returned its greeting. I enquired about the scanning process and I was given a detailed explanation as to how the library had sat dormant until I had brought the station back to life. After listening to the bot detail how the books were being converted to digital I used my wardrobe device to deploy my backpack with a replica of the hand written journal I had found. I offered the journal to the bot and ask if it could be digitized for electronic reading and editing. 

I was pleased to hear that the journal could be digitized, but being that it was written in long hand script, the scanning process could not properly recognize each individual character as the author's penmanship was pretty poor and the ink in some areas had left many characters undecipherable by digital means. I looked at several of the characters as the bot pointed them out and figured that I had a one in three shot of guessing the correct letter, so I resigned myself to the task of decoding his handwriting myself. I did however ask the bot to digitize the pages for me so that I could store the electronic copy in my PDA. This would relieve me of the cumbersome and boring task of flipping through the pages of the written book. I would be able to access them mentally with no physical exertion, which would make the task so much easier. 

The librarian informed me that it would begin work on the journal straight way. I thanked it even though I knew it was not necessary to thank the bots, it just seemed right to me. Before I left the library I requested that the journal in written and in digital form be kept in a secure location and that only I was permitted to have read and edit access and requested that access identification be verified by DNA scan. The bot responded in the affirmative and I set off down the corridor back to my quarters. 

It was still early in the day and I had not had my breakfast. I found myself passing by one of the now functioning sustenance replication alcoves so I stopped in there for bite to eat. I found a picture of something that looked like an omelet. It tasted pretty good but I do not think that the eggs came from a chicken. As usual the coffee was good and I ordered a large cup to go. 

I was nearing my quarters when the public address system voice announced that the internal intruder defense system would be powering up in the next 20 minutes and that all personnel were ordered to report to their quarters or duty sections. I had noticed before but never paid attention, but now I was taking notice of the particle beam projectors spaced out along the corridors. I watched the lights on the outside of the devices flicker to life one by one as power was applied. My internal communication link told me that the weapons would not be fully activated until the flickering stopped and the light on the device remained solid. I suspect that the system was programmed to limit travel during a power up incase of a weapon malfunction caused by a short circuit or a glitch in the power up routine. 

I made it to my quarters without incident and remained safely inside while the internal security system came back online. I stretched out on my bed and watched the power up sequence on my tablet, which was still running painfully slow I might add, and my internal data port was not much better. I made a note to assign a few bots to look into that when things settled down. As my tablet came to life I brought up the progress report and found that we had just reached 80% complete. 

Being alone was never a problem for me as I was conditioned at the academy to endure long space flights without human company, but at least during my long flights I did have access to subspace radio and was able to talk to other pilots, and civilians along the way. I began finding myself trying to carry on conversations with the bots, and even though each of them had their own AI chip, they were not good conversationalists. As I pondered this situation more I thought that maybe this would be a good time to activate the Sheba AI, but then on second thought, I did not want to take away the necessary processor power from the recovery efforts. Sheba would have to wait. 

I lost track of how many days that I have been here, but also I had lost track of how many weeks or months that it had been since I was out in the sunlight and fresh air. It was time for me to try to get to the outside once again. I made a wardrobe change and slipped into my gray cargo pants, kept the black t-shirt but added hiking boots and a jacket to match my pants. I also added my Bowie knife to my right thigh, but left the hand disruptor in my quarters along with my backpack and tablet. I knew that if I needed additional weapons, I still had plenty stored in my wardrobe device along with my well-traveled battle suit. 

The trek to the exit was not as long this time as I was able to take several shortcuts as I followed the route that I had downloaded into my PDA. I found it quicker to take a few side tunnels instead of taking the lift that I had tried to take on my first attempt to exit the station. This time when I pressed my hand to the identification rectangle, my DNA was scanned and the over head stone door slid open allowing me to climb the stairs and exit into the center of a temple complex similar to the one on Galora. This one was made of weathered black granite and was badly in need of repair. The temple was covered with vines to the point that I had to cut my way through a web of vines that covered the opening over the sliding stone doors. 

The columns supporting the roof were still intact as was the supports for the roof decking but the roof had collapsed onto the temple floor causing huge chunks of black granite to be strewn about the temple complex. The raised platform in the center of the temple was surrounded by a series of statues whose features were well worn to the point that their faces were unrecognizable. It was clear though that these statues did not share the same makeup of those on Galora. The thought of those statues sent a shiver through me, as well as made my neglected kitty a little moist. I had to giggle when I thought to myself what the Annunaki would say if they found out that their Princess was a little slut. 

The presence of a temple led me to believe that there had once been a colony of workers here similar to the ones on Galora, Mars, and Earth. The temple had been over grown with vegetation but not 60,000 years worth so someone had been maintaining this temple long after the underground complex had been abandoned by the Annunaki. Upon a closer examination of the statues around the alter platform, I could make out the shape of the skull and forehead that indicated that the statues were not of the Annunaki who lived below. Perhaps these statues were made to honor the elders of people who were left behind by their masters. 

While I climbed about the exterior of the temple looking for clues, I found that I was still in contact with the Central Core in the complex below, and it took only a few minutes to find twenty two idle bots assigned to the pavements, carpentry, masonry, hydroponics, and agronomy departments and task them with restoring the temple to a safe presentable condition. The scanning beams in the temple's alter pylon would have to wait until the bots assigned to electronics were finished with their duties below. I have to admit that this was a bit of a selfish request as I used to take pleasure in sitting on the raised alter steps and watching the sun set and the moons rise over the island of Rontara. I thought that after all I had gone through getting this place back up and running that a little luxury for myself was not an out of line request. After all, it is good to be the Princess. 

The temple complex was built in the same design as the one on Rontara. There were several wide flights of black granite steps leading up to the temple plateau, which allowed the raised alter to have a commanding view of the jungle below. The temple complex and the facility below seemed to be located in a tropical zone. This was just a guess as I had no scientific data to back up my theory, but seeing palm, coconut, and banana trees in abundance around the temple seemed to confirm my initial assessment. The temple its self was not built on the hillside, it was cut out of the mountain that it was resting upon and was made of the same black granite as the mountain to the rear. 




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 38



I retrieved my katana from my wardrobe device and used it to begin hacking a path through the dense foliage that had grown up around the temple over the centuries. I cleared away the vines and such growing around the statues that surrounded the raised alter and noticed that they were not made of the same granite as the temple. The statues were carved out of reddish brown anthracite that did not seem to wear as well as the black granite did. If I had to guess I would say that the statues were carved much later than the temple complex, which was an indication that there was statue-carving life on this planet long after the Annunaki that created the temple had abandoned the planet. 

Making my way down the stairway through the vines and debris I hacked myself a nice neat little path until I reached the bottom of the stairs. At the base of the stairs there was what once was a paved road, but it too had been overgrown but there was still enough of the path left that I could follow with a little help from my sword. I followed the path down to a river that had a stone bridge spanning its width. The bridge had fallen into a state of disrepair and appeared to be unusable from a distance, but as I got closer to the structure I noticed that part of the bridge deck that had collapsed into the river had been replaced with a wood and rope section that filled the gap. The repaired section was worn and weathered but not badly enough to make crossing a hazard. I made my way onto the bridge and began crossing over the river when it hit me that these temporary sections had to have been made in the last twenty years or so. I was beginning to get the idea that I was not alone on this planet. 

On the other side of the bridge there was a thick grove of trees but there was a manageable path between them that opened up into a vast plain of tall grass, and in the grass off in the distance I could see three huge metal hulks that appeared to have once been space faring vessels, most likely of the merchantman or heavy freighter class. Dotting the landscape scattered around the hulks were what appeared to be dull black obelisks about two man heights tall. I made a note of the coordinates for the hulks in my PDA to relay to the maintenance bots as these old hulls would be a good source to use as raw materials to fabricate the much needed parts, pieces, wires, and pipes needed to get the station up to 100%. 

The obelisks held my attention as I crossed the open field and as I neared the first one I could see that it was well weathered and that thick vines had obscured most of it from view. I wanted to get a better look at this structure so I began hacking away at the vines one at a time until it was fully visible. Upon close inspection I could see that the obelisk was not a true pillar or monolith but had a uniform yet varying shape and was not constructed of black granite as I had first suspected. It was constructed of some sort of black ceramic. I used my Bowie knife to loosen the dirt and grime that had adhered to the surface of the structure. The more I cleared away the more that I could see a pattern to the design of the device. The protrusions that I thought were caused by natural erosion turned out to be many thick black nozzles about six inches in diameter. 

My mind began to wander as I stared at the large object before me and suddenly I remembered where I had seen something like this before. I quickly backed up about thirty paces until I could see the entire device. I circled around the device and pictured it in my mind with tail fins and a conical engine bell housing at the tail. Though the nose was buried in the ground, I knew that these were the same type of plague spewing missiles that I had seen on Anora Prime in my Epsilon particle induced visions. At that point I believed that I had solved the mystery of why the Annunaki had abandoned this station and this planet. The same plague that was injected into Earth's atmosphere was deposited here some 60,000 years ago. 

I was a bit shaken by the conclusion that I had just arrived at, and though I did not have the specifications on these missiles to be able to make a positive identification, I knew that I had to send a maintenance bot out to investigate these missile casings in detail. I was not worried about the plague as it had been many thousands of years since these devices were lethal weapons, plus I believed that my resistance to disease would protect me if the weaponized plague was still active in the area.  

The sun was moving down toward the horizon and I noted that it was past my dinnertime when I finally reached the top of the temple's steps. The bots that I had assigned to repair the temple complex were already on the job and much of the vegetation had been removed. In the area where the vines had been cleared, several of the bots had began to repair the cracks in the black granite floor. I could not help but sit and look out over the jungle for a while before heading back down the steps into the complex below. Once back in my quarters I issued orders for the bots to begin salvaging what they could from the wrecked and abandoned vessels. 

I also tasked them with investigating the remains of the plague missiles and making detailed schematics of whatever was left of them. Age and the elements had taken their toll on the avionics, electronics, and engines and these items had disintegrated over time. Still there was the hope that the bots could find enough parts and pieces from the many missiles out there to make one that could be used to blueprint and study. Perhaps a way could be found to jam its guidance system and send it off harmlessly into space, or cause it to self-destruct before entering a planet's atmosphere. 

I wanted to spend more time out in the wild and away from the corridors and consoles of the complex below and for a while as I watched the sun finally set and the planet's single moon rise I thought long and hard about transforming and sleeping under the temple's alter in feline form. I decided against that as the bots had already started working on the temple and temple and I did not want some bot running over my tail with a wheelbarrow or worse. I had found out back on Mars that if you want something done in an efficient manner, it is best to stay out of the way when the bots are working, and this is what I had decided to do as I descended the stairs that led back into the complex below. 

It would be three days before I would be back outside the complex again. I was kept busy below setting priorities for my little mechanical minions. I assigned the number one priority to be the disassembly and recycling of the hulks that I had found outside. Given our lack of spare parts and raw materials I thought it best that we resupply our stores before the restoration continued. The three ships were massive and conservative estimates put the disassembly job at about a six weeks, so with that in mind I thought that it might be a good idea to go out and explore the world outside for a week, or two, or maybe longer. 

I repacked my backpack with things that I might need then digitized the backpack into my wardrobe device. I exited the complex from the stairway under the temple and made my way past the bots that were busy working on the temple repairs. The job had come a long way and today they were starting to install the granite slabs that would be the temple's new roof. I was wearing a simple white flowing linen dress and a pair of sandals as I made my way down the steps from the temple. I did not plan on keeping my clothes on long as I decided that I would do the majority of my walkabout in feline form. It had been a while since I had a chance to explore this way and I so wanted to get back in touch with my feline side. For some reason I had the desire to accessorize my outfit so I added my old gold collar to my outfit. As soon as I was away from the bots and the sensors installed on the temple grounds, I digitized my clothing and transformed. It felt so good to be outside, naked and feline once again. I quickly sprinted off into a grove of palm trees as fast as my big black paws would allow. 

I made my way past the junk ship disassembly area, which now looked like a project being conducted by army ants. One group of bots disassembled one of the ships while another group was transporting the spoils to another entrance to the complex that I could not see from my place at the edge of the open field. I circled around the open field and kept my distance from the bots. Once on the other side of the field from where I started I left the clearing and moved deeper into the trees then moved toward the backside of the mountain that the Central Command complex was built under. As I circled the mountain I came across narrow paths that once had been wide roads leading toward the temple. Once on the other side of the mountain I used my internal PDA to review the path that I had taken around the mountain and decided that I would back track a bit and explore the widest of the paths that I had come upon earlier. Figuring that wide was better than narrow, and that perhaps the wide path was a wide road that may have once lead to someplace important, or at least interesting. 

I made my way back to the path that I had chosen and started my journey. I followed the path until it led me to an intersection by a slow flowing river. According to my PDA, this was the same river that ran under the old stone bridge near the field where the old hulks were found. I deduced that I was up stream from the temple and the stone bridge and decided that I would follow the path up stream, but that would have to wait until the morning. It was late in the day and the sun was about to set below the tree line on the other side of the river. 

I found myself a sturdy tree to spend the night in, and quickly made my way up the tree's trunk to a nesting place where two thick branches joined with the trunk. As I made my way up the tree, I once again experienced a stinging sensation on the back of my neck, which was an indication that I was once again connected to the primitive wireless network of the Central Command facility. This was confirmed as I accessed the maintenance report for the day and was able to check on the work being performed by my little mechanical minions. I checked the line items of the reports and found a completed item listed for connecting an external data relay and lightning arrester to the newly installed roof of the temple. It seems that the creators of this facility enjoyed using their wireless access outside the station as well. 

While watching the sunset from my perch in the tree I ran through the events of the day in my mind. I took note of the various life forms that I had encountered and was amazed that the mammals, reptiles, rodents, and other jungle animals showed no fear of the big black cat with the pretty gold collar that had passed by. This led me to believe that they were either too stupid to be afraid, or perhaps I was the first feline that they had encountered and were unaware that they were listed on my menu as dinner items. I could have had a feast throughout the day but I was not hungry enough to bother with them. I was more interested in exploring than snacking. 

From my vantage point in the tree I watched over the jungle below while the moon's light illuminated a good portion of the path and river that ran past my perch. The light from the moon did not last more than four hours as it quickly sped by on its orbit around the planet. I watched a bit longer with my keen feline night vision but could detect no immediate threats, though I did hear what appeared to be the howl of wolf off in the distance. I assumed by the lonely noise that it was making that it was looking for a mate for the night. I did not hear an answer back before I drifted off to sleep. 

They say that most cats are afraid of water, but not this one. As light from the rising sun filtered through the trees I awoke and made my way to the ground. The cool water of the slow moving river looked so inviting that it did not take me long to slip quietly into the water. I paddled about for a while and then took several excursions under the water to see if I could scare a few fish. Unlike the fauna above the water, the fish were quick to school away from me when one of their kind saw me heading their way. It was a fun and refreshing swim to wake me up after a good night's sleep. As much as I enjoyed scaring the fish, it was time for me to get back on the path and continue my walkabout. 

Upon exiting the water I gave myself a good shake to get the majority of the water out of my fur. Even though it was early in the morning, the humidity was high and the temperature was beginning to climb as the sun rose higher in the sky. I was so glad that I found myself in a tropical zone rather than on some ice planet. I never did well in cold climates and being constructed with Thai DNA, I considered myself to be a tropical girl. 

The path continued to follow the river as I made my way to the north, or what I thought was the north. I made a note to myself to calibrate my navigation program when I got back to the complex, but even without being properly calibrated to this planet, the tracker in my PDA was making an accurate map of where I had been so that it would not be a problem getting back to the temple later on. 

A few hours into my day's journey I came across a plump weasely looking critter that took an interest in me. He showed no fear as he drew closer, so I stopped and let him approach. He began to sniff the air vigorously around me as we came within inches of each other. I was content to let him sniff, but I took offense when the ornery varmint took a swipe at my nose with his sharp claws prompting me to extend my claws and return the favor. I can honestly say that breakfast did not taste like chicken. The little weasel was filling, though a little chewy. 

Shortly after breakfast my journey took me to an intersection. The path continued on straight ahead but there was another path off to my left leading away from the river that looked well traveled. As I looked at the path straight a head of me to the north, it appeared that this part of the path was also well traveled, at least it looks like it had had more use than the section of the path that I had just come from. I made a note of the path to the west on the map that my PDA was keeping for me to explore another time. It seemed as though the path in front of me was used more than the one to the west so I decided to press on to the north. 

As I kept to the path that followed the river, I also kept my nose to the wind and sampled the air often, knowing that the scent of trouble off in the distance could be carried a great distance on the wind. After a few hours of following the river, the sun was close to the mid point in its trip across the sky, and this is when I picked up the scent of humans on the wind. The path was still taking me northward and there were no intersections ahead that I could see. The scent grew stronger the farther north I went, and then suddenly the river made a turn to the west and the scent became stronger. 

Humans of a modern era usually give off a strong scent of soaps, deodorants, hair care treatments and such, but there was none of these sorts of things on the wind today. The odor was raw human sweat, pheromones, and other bodily secretions that I do not normally like to go into detail about. Experience told me that these were humans in the wild, not the civilized sort that I had known in Kreet. I know, the Kreetins were not modern humans but they did have soaps, perfumes, and bath oils that would mask their true scent. 

As the path turned to the west I came across a narrow bridge across the river before a small cove at the base of a waterfall. I was still about a mile or so from the bridge but it was well within my line of sight from the path at the bend in the river. My nose continued to sample the air as I tuned my keen feline ears in the direction of the waterfall. There was a slight roar to the water as it crashed against the rocks below, but there were also the sounds of male and female voices mixed in with the sound made by the falling water. The language I could not make out at this distance but the laughter was easy to pick up on. Hearing the laughter put me at ease a bit knowing that if there were danger ahead, people would not be laughing... well, normal people would not be laughing. 

As I got closer to the bridge, the pungent smell of body odor on the breeze began to fade. Seeing that the men and women were bathing told me all I needed to know about the smell issue. The humans appeared to be of Asian Indian, or Polynesian in decent, though we were many light years from Earth, this is the best description that I could give that most Earth humans would understand. Body wise the men ran through the ranges from thin to, "just bend me over now and take me" muscular Maori warriors. The tallest of the men looked to be a few inches under six foot tall, while the women were approximately six to nine inches shorter than the men. In relation to me in my human form, I would be closer to the height of the men than to that of the women. 

There were more women there than men and it appeared that the women were washing and tending to the men in groups of two or three. The more muscular the man, the more women he had tending him. The men out numbered the women so when the groups of women were done with one man, they would move on to the next. The thought crossed my mind that if the women formed smaller groups, the man washing would be a bit more of an efficient operation with less of a weight time. 

I continued to observe the washing ritual, as I kept low and crept closer in total silence. As I moved past the bridge I went into a low crouch before leaving the road and entering a small field of tall grass that bordered the river. I kept my head just high enough above the grass so that I could see, but kept low enough that it would be difficult for the humans to pick out my black fur covered head amongst the various color patterns of the grasses and weeds. 

I watched as the bathing continued and as the men of warrior stature were finished, several of them had gone off on their own to stretch out on woven bamboo mats to dry themselves in the sun. Others had taken one or more of the girls with them to help dry off with what appeared to be soft towels. My take on the women had changed since my initial observation. As I got closer I could see that they were not women as I had thought earlier but were slightly more than girls, perhaps in their late teens, and maybe a few in their early twenties. I was beginning to get the feeling that I was watching a group of girls that were nothing more than warrior groupies due to the way they behaved around the more masculine males. 

The girls were quite lovely and given their facial features and vital statistics, they could make any man quite happy, and of course some of them were making a few of the warriors very happy as the act of drying turned into the act of love, or at least an act of major lust. Watching several of the massive warriors mounting an equal number of the females got my little kitty a bit hot and bothered even though I was still looking on in feline form. It had been so long since my little kitty had been scratched that I began looking for a male of any size or stature that I could take advantage of. 

I began to scan the group for a masculine target that perhaps I could sneak up on and have my way with. I was quite fascinated by the physiques of those in the group that appeared to be warriors, but after a quick visual scan of the area, I did not detect any weapons laying about or stacked neatly about as the military types were prone to do. The lack of weapons gave me the idea to move a little closer so that perhaps I could hear what they were saying. From this distance I could see their lips moving and hear a slight murmur on the wind but could not make out the language or what was being said. 




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 38



I crossed the bridge quietly and once on the other side I kept to the tall grass that grew along the river's bank so as not to alarm the humans. As I moved closer I could begin to make out language patterns, and a few minutes later the universal translator (UT) was beginning to pick up specific words. The words that the UT was able to lock on to were not from one specific language but from three separate languages that one would not expect to find here. Several words were identified at being from the Hindi and Khmer languages from Earth, and of course many more words were in a very ancient dialect of Annu. The words were not clear in their pronunciation as it appears that the people of Angkor had taken these words for their own and added a local flavor to them as the Americans took the English language from Brittan and made it their own over several centuries. I would surmise that the people that I was listening too had about sixty thousand years to make these languages their own. My hope at this point was that the words I was hearing kept their original meaning other wise the translations that the UT was giving me were totally wrong. 

The translations that the UT was giving me did not make much sense given that the sentences that the natives were using were cobbled together using bastardized words from three totally dissimilar languages. I knew that it was early in my linguistic exploration of this culture, but I soon came to the realization that I would probably have to tell the UT to scrap what it knew about the language here and begin and entirely new language database just as it did when I first encountered the Kreetins on Galora. 

My thoughts turned to some of the old scary movies that I had watched with my matrix mates back at the academy. As I made my exit from the tall grass onto the path heading toward the bathers I thought of them fleeing in terror at the sight of the approaching bug eyed monster, or in this case, the approaching big black cat. I padded my way down the path and came across three of the bathing girls. These three had finished with their man and it seemed that since the other males had finished their bath, these three were now free to bathe each other... that is until they noticed me coming toward them. 

I was a bit dismayed that they did not turn and flee in terror, and I was quite surprised when the oldest girl began yelling, "Mandira billi, mandira billi, mandira billi!" which quickly got everyone's attention. What they did next stopped me in my tracks... the group as a whole stopped what they were doing and came toward the path that I was on. They stood and stared at me for a few seconds until what appeared to be the alpha male of the group approached me, dropped to his knees with his hands clasped together at his chest... from his kneeling position he extended his hands palms down on the ground before him and then pressed his forehead to the back of his hands, then began to utter what appeared to be a prayer that the UT could not fully decipher. Upon seeing this, the rest of the group followed their leader and did the same. 

I queried the UT as to the meaning of the words, "Mandira billi." The UT took a second or two to respond with sixteen translations of the phrase, but only the Hindi translation made any sense... "Temple cat."



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 39



Memoirs of Kitty Siam - Herding Cats. 

As the leader of the group knelt and prayed before me, the other members of the group did the same and within seconds their chants synchronized and became a soothing rhythm. I respectfully padded past each of the naked praying humans and from time to time I would stop and take a sniff at them. The smallest and I presumed the youngest of the girls broke out into a giggle when my whiskers brushed softly against her cheek. An older girl that appeared to be her sibling quickly ordered the giggler back into prayer and she immediately obeyed. I gave the young girl a soft approving tap on the shoulder with my paw before moving past her to the next girl. 

I felt like I was a commanding officer inspecting my troops as I moved past each of the prostrate humans. I had been on the other side of such inspections many times back at the academy on Udon. Of course I did not take names or put the locals on report for uniform violations, but I did come across several things that made my little kitty take note. As I passed by the men with their heads pressed to their hands, I was able to take a good look at a few very nice dangly bits between their legs. Considering my observation, it was expected that the Alpha male of the group would have the most impressive physique and sexual equipment and I was not disappointed. He was truly built like a Greek god above and below the waist with a skin tone that would be normally seen on the sub continent of Asia. Some of his crew was almost as equally impressive, but then there is a bit of a difference between impressive and massive. 

I gave all of the males a bit of an extra look over while I knew that they were not looking at me. I gave the females a good looking over as I was beginning to see them as my competition for the attention of these gorgeous male specimens. The females were considerably shorter than the males, and while on the petite side, I could see that they had great muscle tone which at this point is surmised was from work in the fields and or other such labor intensive occupations. I was hoping that I would get the chance to see how and where these people lived. 

My musings and inspection came to an end as I padded up to the still praying Alpha. In feline form I had no words for him other than a soft approving mew. With just the slightest sound from me he looked up from his praying position and we met face to face. I could not help myself as I looked over his handsome features; I so wanted to kiss him but the best I could manage in my present form was to press my nose against his then playfully lick his cheek several times. 

It seemed as my attention turned to the Alpha male, the rest of the group stopped chanting and turned their attention to me and their leader. My licking their leader's face brought a round of giggles from the women. I was waiting for the Alpha to verbally silence them or backhand me, but instead his lips emitted a soft chuckle. To me this was an indication that he probably led his people through wisdom and personality instead of forcing his will upon them as an authoritarian leader would. I was beginning to believe that my initial assessment of the males being soldiers my have been in error given the behavior that I was observing up close and personal. I had had enough exposure to soldiers and military types since I left Osaka Eugenics that I would be content if these men were nothing more than simple farmers, foragers or fishermen. 

After I got my licks in so to speak I backed off and moved away from the humans to let them get back to their washing and preening. I moved under a large shade-providing tree away from the water's edge and it seemed that the humans took that as a sign that they could get up and they did. The women wrapped themselves in soft silky sarongs that covered from their hips to their knees while everything from the waist on up was left bare. The men dressed as well and donned a silk wrap similar to the sarongs that the women wore. The garments that the men word covered them as well from the waist down but covered a bit less than the women's garments did. I suppose the shorter length was to allow the men more mobility while they went about their occupations.  

The bathers went about packing up their belongings as I made myself comfortable. From time to time I would catch the members of the group looking at me, until the leader spoke up and addressed the women of the group. At this point three of the younger women came toward me and took a kneeling positions in a circle around me. If I could I would have laughed out loud as I had this image in my mind of the three of them giving me a flea bath then taking me home and asking their village elders if they could keep me. Instead of the dreaded flea bath, the women produced brushes from the simple cloth handbags that they carried and began to thoroughly brush my fur. They started brushing in long strokes from my head to my tail, each taking a turn then allowing the next woman to take a stroke with her brush. I have to admit that I had never had such papering like this, nor had my fur ever been brushed. I was beginning to think that I might just forget about the problems of the galaxy and move in with these people and stay a cat forever. 

I think that the women enjoyed brushing me as much as I enjoyed the attention. What also got a lot of attention was the solid gold collar that I was wearing. It was said in ancient times that women are attracted to shiny objects and that theory was more or less proven with these three. They talked amongst themselves as they brushed me and from time to time the UT would pick up a word or two now and then and it seemed that the gold collar was the main topic of conversation. 

After the brushing and the gathering up of belongings had finished the group gathered under my tree and began walking toward the path that I had followed earlier. As they walked the members of the group kept looking back at me as if expecting me to follow. Some made gestures with their hands that I took as a signal to join them, and so I did. 

The group moved on down the path and I straggled behind to kept a watchful eye on my new human friends. A few minutes into our trek two of the women fell back to walk with me. They talked to me as if they expected an answer while they confided in me about their relationships or their desires for the perfect match with the perfect man. I suspect that they were in some way wanting me to grant their wish or to pass their desires along to their deity. At least that I what I gathered that they were talking about as the UT was still having a lot of trouble understanding their sentences. Unfortunately for the women, I had no such power or influence with their god or any of the gods that they would pray to. After a while I tuned them out as the group's loose formation became even looser and I was able to get a good look at the Alpha male's back, backside and strong legs. All interest in what the women were saying was totally lost to me now as many impure thoughts filled my furry little head. 

Our journey took us to a small village that was about a fifteen-minute stroll from the cove by the waterfall where I met these humans. As we entered the village there were more chants of, "Mandira billi" and more prayers being offered by kneeling villagers. The village its self was made up of thatched roof buildings constructed of rammed earth in a similar style to those on the island of Rontara. It was clear that there was an Annunaki influence here as well from the look of the buildings and the layout of the village. In the center of the village there was a small pyramid with steps on four sides that led up to a shrine with several statues on each side of the raised platform. I call this a shrine, as it was much smaller than the temple that I lived under and was also much smaller than the temples on Rontara. This was after all a small village and a small shrine seemed much more appropriate than a large elaborate temple. 

The group of villagers that I had accompanied from the river stopped in front of a hut that I gathered belonged on one of the village elders. The leader quietly announced him self and spoke for a few minutes to someone through the open door. A few minutes later an older gentleman emerged with a woman equal to him in age. The villagers parted as the village elder approached me. He made several circles around me, checking me out and running his fingers softly down my back while softly chanting. Again, I did not understand his words but I was able to pick out the phrase, "Mandira billi" in his repeated chant. My attention was focused on the old man to the point that I did not notice the leather lead being clipped onto my gold collar by the old man's woman. 

Startled at suddenly being leashed I looked up at the woman and hissed out my disapproval at her actions. My hissing only got me a sharp tug on the leash from the old woman, which jerked my head sharply toward her. How rude I thought that a temple cat should be treated this way, but I remained passive to see how all of this would play out. I was so tempted to use her legs as my scratching post, but realizing that there was no serious threat to me I kept calm and let things play out as I watched and learned. 

I tried to listen in on many of the conversations around me in an attempt to determine what they had in store for me. As the cacophony died down the village Elder's woman handed my lead to one of the girls from the lake. I did not understand the instructions that she was given but from what I could gather from the UT, it was her week to tend to the shrine and being that I was a creature that should reside in a temple, my care and keeping fell to her. 

From her looks I got the impression that she was about my chronological age give or take a year or two. She was a beautiful teen; her skin was the color of caramel or perhaps several shades darker. Her long lovely hair reached down to her waist and she had it gathered in front of her and wore it as a sash that came down from her shoulder and covered her ample right breast, which allowed the left breast to remain bare. She was much wider than me but her build was muscular, proportional and full figured. She was built perfectly for working in the fields or other sorts of manual labor, which showed in the roughness of her hands. Her build and features were similar to that of the other women in the group. 

When the meeting of the villagers split up my keeper took a tight hold on my leash then dropped to one knee beside me and began petting me softly as she tried to comfort me with her soft voice. I did not understand what she was saying but she repeated the same word over and over and each time she would draw her open palm toward her chest. I took this to mean that she was introducing herself to me as "Sneha." I had a feeling that she was not going to try to harm me, of course I was not worried for my safety at all as I was sure that should I be threatened that my retracted claws could be deployed quickly enough to defend myself. 

After a few minutes of caressing my soft black fur Sneha stood and began walking and I willingly followed along. We made our way down the main street past the small shops and a rather large open air market across the road from the polished marble steps leading upward to the village's shrine. The villagers turned to stare at the pretty young girl leading the large dark panther down the street. As we passed the shrine my keeper placed both hands together with palms touching and pulled them inward toward the center of her chest then bowed toward the shrine in a show of respect. I stopped when she did but as she went to continue on her way I made a movement toward the shrine's steps as an indication to her that I wanted to visit the shrine. 

She mumbled something in my direction and gave my leash a gentle tug. This was when I decided that my keeper was going to learn the first rule about cats, and that rule is, "Dogs come when they are called, cats come when we want." I resisted her tug and then she repeated the movement and tugged a little harder. It was said long ago in ancient Egypt that the temple cat is a magical creature, so I summoned up a little of that magic in the form of my wardrobe device. As she tugged a third time I mentally instructed the device to remove and reinstall my gold collar. The request was carried out faster than a human eye could detect what was happening. The result was that when she tugged on my leash, to anyone watching it would seem as if the clasp on the leash passed through the solid gold collar. 

The clasp at the end of the leash made a soft thud as it landed on one of the paving stones of the street we were standing on. Once free of my leash I started a slow deliberate walk toward the shrine and began ascending the steps. It took my keeper a second or two to realize what had happened before she charged off toward me with the leash in hand. I looked back over my shoulder at her as I kept my paws moving, not bothering to slow down as she cried out, "Mandira billi, Mandira billi" in a pleading manner as if she wanted me to stop and wait for her. 

I was drawn to the shrine as we passed and knew that I had to check I out. The construction of the shrine was what had intrigued me enough to want to break away from my keeper. Everything that I had seen in the village had been constructed out of wood, rammed earth, and thatch, yet here in the middle of this village was a shrine constructed out of white marble which reminded me of the temple on Rontara. Somehow I felt that in some way this shrine was connected to the temple complex, which got me into exploration mode. Of course you know what they say about cats and curiosity, right? 

As I climbed the stairs I looked over the temple and noticed that it was very similar to the other temples that I had found on other worlds that had been abandoned by the Annunaki, except that there was a difference at the center of this shrine. Standing at the center just at the back of the alter was a large crystal obelisk that protruded through a rectangular opening in the center of the roof. At the top of the obelisk was what appeared to be a crystal dome that begged a closer inspection on another day when my keeper was not pursuing me. 

Sneha was relentless in her pursuit of me, and I was having such fun eluding her. Just when she thought that she had me I would leap over a marble bench, dart behind a pillar, or slink under the alter. She was in very good shape and gave it a valiant try, but I could tell that she was becoming frustrated with me so a few times during the chase I let her catch me and clip the leash back onto my collar. Of course when she turned to lead me toward the steps I released myself from the leash and made another mad dash about the shrine. I think that Sneha learned a valuable lesson that day about the folly of attempting to herd cats. 

During my dash around the shrine I visually took in the many carved and decorated stone panels that decorated the shrine, as well as the neatly arrange wreaths of flowers that adorned the statues and obelisks. There was meaning in the carvings but at the moment there was no time to decipher or translate the words and glyphs. That task would have to wait for another day. On my third trip around the shrine my gaze fell upon what I was searching for... a simple stone rectangle embedded in the marble wall behind the alter. I was tempted to transform to human and activate the panel but I was not prepared to let Sneha in on my little secret just yet. 

Sneha had finally run out of steam and flopped down on her butt on the floor in front of the alter. She held the leash out to me in a futile attempt to coax me to come to her. Eventually I did join her but only after I made my way around the shrine one more time. I was better able to check out the carvings, writings, and such placed about the shrine now that I was not running to avoid Sneha and her leash. The shrine was well preserved and the carvings and writings were in mint condition given their age. I could tell that certain images and passages held special meaning for the villagers as evidenced by their smoother texture. To me this indicated something sacred that prompted the villagers to place their hands upon the various carvings. I would observe later on that the villagers would touch and image with their hand then touch that hand to a specific place on their body as if they were drawing a specific blessing toward them. For these areas to be worn so smooth this practice had gone on for many generations. 

I made my way back to Sneha and she let out a sigh of relief when I curled up next to her and allowed her to once again attach the leash. I hoped that she had learned her lesson about how not to take care of a cat. I think that if I had been in human form I would have broken out with the mad giggles but in feline form there was no way for my keeper to know how much fun I had had at her expense. Even though I behaved like a real brat while she was chasing me, she took it well and I could tell that she was a good person. I promised myself I would be nicer to her in the future as long as she did not try to choke me with the leash. 

We spent a while together in front of the alter. When Sneha finally caught her breath she positioned herself on her knees with her chest, palms and forehead pressed tightly against the floor and began chanting her evening prayers. We were at the part of the day when afternoon became evening and this was the time of the day when the village stopped what they were doing and joined in prayer. Throughout the village the people dropped to their knees, faced the shrine and began to chant. As the chanting continued the villagers became synchronized and prayed as one single voice. I could not help be moved by the melodic nature that the chant became as the shrine was surrounded on all four sides by praying villagers. 

When the chanting concluded Sneha and I made our way down the steps of the shrine where I was handed off to her older brother Raffa. Being that Sneha was the keeper of the shrine, it was her duty to organize and lead the procession of lamp and cauldron lighters. Her brother did not seem to thrilled that I was thrust into his care but he took it well and was kind enough not to yank my leash or try to kick me as he led me back to the hut that he shared with his sister. Of course if he did kick me I would have been more than happy to tattoo his tanned and very muscular legs with my claws or teeth. 

I suppose the dwelling was more of a house than a hut but it had similarities to a hut in its construction. The structure was a single story dwelling built of rammed earth and heavy timbers that supported a thatched roof. There were two sleeping areas separated by bamboo walls located off of a common dining and social area. In the center of the social area was a fire pit that was vented through the thatched roof by a hollow stone column. There was a separate area or bathing that consisted of a shower head connected by a crude pipe to a manually filled water tank that was filled from the outside of the hut. I normally do not deal with potty issues but this time I will just say that there were many latrines scattered through out the village, which contained crudely constructed ceramic flush commodes. 

Raffa left me in the common area while he went to wash up for dinner. When he left the room I jumped up on his bed and made myself comfortable. When he returned to retrieve a clean white silk sarong from his room he snarled at me before chasing my furry little panther butt off his bed. As I made a mad dash for his sister's room I was hoping that I had left him a bit of fur on his mattress to remember me by. Raffa thought nothing of parading himself naked before me as he made himself ready to join the rest of the village at dinner. I thought nothing of ogling him as he went about his preparations. I have to admit that Raffa was quite a specimen of masculinity and as I watched him dress I found myself thinking of transforming and having my way with him right then and there. Unfortunately his sister interrupted my impure thoughts as she returned from her duties at the shrine. 




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 39



The manner of dress for the men was the same as it was for the women of this village. Both male and female wore the same type of sarong called a lava-lava. The garment fit loosely and covered from the waist to the knees. The women would add a strand of beads or a silk sash to their attire, and some of the more daring women wore their sarong a few inches above the knee or even a bit higher than that if they were really daring. The younger women were required to go topless while the senior women were permitted a simple sash that crossed their chest from one shoulder to the opposite hip and hid their breasts from view. 

Sneha quickly washed and changed into a fresh sarong and then the three of us made our way to the steps of the shrine. There were four sets of steps leading up to the shrine and at the base of each set of steps the villagers had set up serving tables. At the dinner hour villagers brought food and drink and placed their offerings on the tables. The first to eat were the village elders. Once the elders had their food, the rest of the villagers were free to form lines and fill their plates. This was a communal society that required everyone to contribute equally. While Sneha and Raffa did not contribute directly to the evening feast, it was Raffa along with his mates that caught the fish that his aunts had prepared and placed on the table for the rest of the village to eat. Sneha, well her contribution was obvious as she was in charge of the shrine and its upkeep for the week. Her normal duties when not tending the shrine were to work in the coconut and banana groves. She was not much at cat herding but she was very adept at climbing tropical trees. 

After my humans filled their plate they made their way over to an area set up for eating where the ground was covered with woven bamboo mats. Sneha gathered with her friends while her brother did the same with his. The unattached males mostly ate with the other unattached males and like wise the females did the same... that is until the Alpha male that I had observed at the river entered the picture. 

As the Alpha and his younger brother entered the area, the Alpha approached one of Sneha's friends, extended his hand to the girl who promptly took his hand and allowed him to lead her away from the group. His brother did the same with Sneha and led her off out of sight from me and the rest of the group. I have to say that I was not so thrilled about being passed off to another girl as Sneha went off with the Alpha's brother for a little after dinner snog fest. I was at least thankful that I was handed off to Pesha who seemed a kind girl similar in age to Sneha who was really adept at cat petting, fur brushing, and snuggling. I remained in her care long after the dinner hour had concluded. Raffa and the other young males were tasked with cleaning up after the dinner hour had passed, and when he was done with his chores he came to collect me from Pesha. Raffa and Pesha had a long conversation that I surmised was about me and at the end of the discussion it was decided that I would spend the night with Pesha and her parents as Raffa wanted to spend the evening with his friends. 

The rest of the evening was uneventful. From what I could gather from the conversations I listened in on inside Pesha's hut. Pesha and her parents were honored to have the Temple Cat under their roof for the night. They actually thought that it was a blessing upon their family to have me stay with them. I spent the evening curled up with Pesha on her bed and we both fell asleep snuggled up tightly together. In the morning it was not hard to recognize the walk of shame and the purple colored love bite on her neck as Sneha came by to collect me from Pesha. Just like dinner the night before, breakfast was organized the same way though the food was not as plentiful or varied as it was for dinner. 

The next four days were uneventful and quite routine. Sneha tended to her duties at the shrine and took care of the cleaning the hut that she shared with her brother. Most of the huts had crude showers, but the villagers preferred to bathe in the river as the water from the river was considered to be blessed by the Gods as it flowed from the mountains before flowing past the grand temple far up stream. I suspected that the belief was that the water lost some of its blessing when it was carted away from the river to be used in the showers and sinks installed in the individual homes. 

During my stay in the village we made several excursions to the river for laundry, human, and cat washing. I have to say that I was not too fond of the latter but Sneha meant well and I did enjoy the way her strong fingers worked through my fur. I thought that someday while in human form that I would return the favor... that is if her boyfriend did not object. Our daily trips to the river were not the ritualistic venture that I had observed on my first contact with these villagers. I learned that the formal bathing ritual was only done on the day of prayer, which came at the end of their eight-day week. 

From my observations I learned that Sneha and Palu (the Alpha's younger brother) we quite the popular couple about the village. On several occasions he made the trip with us to the river where the two of them spent a great deal of time washing each other. The marriages in the village were arranged by the head of the family and required the blessing of elderly Pramukha the chief of the village. Since Sneha's parents had perished in a hurricane that devastated the village when she was young, the duty fell upon her brother Raffa approve of the marriage. Raffa was fond of Palu but did not think it proper for his younger sister to marry before he did so he always avoided the subject when it came up. Sneha and Palu were in love, and were waiting patiently as their custom required. 

The Pa'u is what the villagers called themselves and their name was taken from the province that their village administered. The language that they spoke was an amalgamation of several languages that were already in my UT and it did not take long before the UT was up over 50% in its understanding of the spoken language. The understanding of the written word was slowed by the short duration of my visits to the shrine and the limited time I had to peruse the texts that were carved into its walls, obelisks, pylons, and statue bases. 

On my fourth day in the village after our evening meal and bathing, it was time to tend to the shrine. Raffa insisted on coming along to help Sneha with her duties. Of course she did not object as they were in love, but more than that, Raffa was third in line of succession in the village. Pramukha was the Chief because of his seniority and his wisdom. Next in line was Raku, the Alpha who had earned the Deputy Chief position due to his strength of body and character. Both him and Palu were pillars of the community and were well respected by the villagers... oh, and before I forget... Raku and Palu's uncle at the time was the King of all the tribes and was once the Chief of the Pa'u before ascending to the throne. 

The villager's diet consisted mostly of fish, vegetables, and fruits. During the evening meal Sneha was sure to get a few extra fillets of fish for me to keep my tummy full and keep me healthy. I did not have a problem with so much fish but I was getting a bit hungry for some real meat, and I was missing my morning coffee as well. After we finished our evening meal and the clean up was finished, Sneha and Palu walked me back to her home. We spent some time in the common room until Raffa came home. Most of our time in the common room consisted of Sneha and Palu making out and my trying to look as if I was not paying attention to their heavy petting. Once Raffa entered the hut the two lovebirds excused themselves and moved into her sleeping area and lowered a beaded curtain to provide some privacy. I was left in Raffa's care for the night. 

The light from the moon began to fade as it slipped below the horizon and being that none of my human hut mates decided to light a fire, lamp, or torch the inside of the hut was becoming totally dark. Raffa knew the way to his room and made his way there in the darkness without stubbing a toe or stepping on anything painful. I of course could see perfectly with my keen feline night vision. I elected to stay in the common room to allow my humans their privacy... that is until the antics of the two lovebirds became so loud as to keep me from falling asleep. I had fallen asleep many times in conditions much more noisy that this but the noise of their lovemaking was a bit too much for this needy panther to take. As the moaning and such became louder and more frequent I decided to move farther away from the noise and made my way into Raffa's room. I entered without making a sound or being seen in the darkness. I found myself a nice comfy spot in a corner when I knew I would not get stepped on or kicked should Raffa wake during the night. 

The hut was very small and even after changing locations, the mattress mambo serenade coming from Sneha's room could still be clearly heard in Raffa's room, and to add to the serenade, Raffa had entered a state of heavy breathing as well. I am being polite when I say "heavy breathing." The truth be told, he was snoring! From my position in the corner I could see that Raffa had stripped himself naked and was laying on top of the straw stuffed mattress. He was laying on his back, his eyes were closed and his face was turned toward the ceiling. 

I looked Raffa over in a new way now. Before I had just looked at him as Sneha's brother but now I was looking at him as a tool to use to scratch my itch and wow, what a tool he had I must say. Even in his flaccid state I could see that genetics had been good to him and he was amply gifted. He was not quite as endowed as Raku the Alpha, but from what I could see he had more than enough to make any of the village women very happy. His body was muscular and well toned and as I sized him up physically, he came close to being the serious hunk that Raku was. I could feel my heartbeat increasing as I listened to the couple going at it on the other side of the hut, and kept my eyes focused Raffa sleepy manhood. 

I had spent more time that I want to admit staring in lust at Sneha's naked brother until finally I decided to do something about it. I silently changed back into my human form then rolled and pinned my long black hair up on the back of my head. Even in human form I moved as silent as a cat stalking her prey. I stood over Raffa for a few minutes admiring his form until my admiration session was broken by a single drop of my most intimate moisture dripping from my bare lips onto my inner thigh. The sensation sent a shiver of excitement through my tall slender body causing me to break my lustful stare and move my lips toward Raffa's exposed left nipple. 

Ever so carefully so as not to awake my intended victim I bent forward at the waist and surrounded his small dark brown nipple with my slender lips. Once I had the sensitive little nub in my grasp I began to suck softly and flick my tongue against the trapped tip. This brought a slight sigh from my Raffa, which only encouraged me to suck and lick a little harder. I am not sure if he thought I was a bug or some other such annoyance as soon found myself dodging his hand as it came streaking up across his chest as if trying to swat away a large nipple sucking mosquito. I would not be deterred by a poorly aimed slap so I returned my lips and tongue to his now firm, wet nipple. Once again I was rewarded with a pleasant sigh from Raffa, and as I looked over his body I could see his manhood beginning to stir to life as it rested against his lower abdomen. 

I was emboldened by my success so I abandoned his left nipple and moved my lips to the right. I took extra care that my breasts did not come in contact with his chest as I moved about. Thinking that too much contact all at once might cause my victim to wake up prematurely. I worked his right nipple over with my tongue and lips as I did the left and in no time it was just as firm and once again I was rewarded with a soft pleasurable sigh escaping from Raffa's lips. I continued to have my way with his muscular chest, moving my lips from one nipple and back to the other. I planted gentle kisses on his soft warm skin as I moved my way across his chest between his nipples. 

His sighs of pleasure were growing in number and in intensity and a quick look at his growing staff told me that he was about two thirds of the way to fully erect. I knew it was time to abandon his nipples and move south for something a bit more filling for this cat on the prowl. For next phase of my attack I moved around to the other side of his bed and slipped down to my knees on the edge of his mattress. As the sounds of Palu and Sneha's love making continued to echo through the small hut I leaned forward and gently took Raffa's thick member into my right hand and guided it to my lips while I lowered myself to meet the tip with my tongue. 

I gave the mushroom shaped tip a quick circle with my tongue before opening my mouth and sliding it inside. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft to keep him on target as I slowly worked my lips over the tip, moving down not more than an inch or so. My mouth sucked softly on the head as I took it in just to the pronounced rim that separated the head from the shaft. I worked the head over thoroughly, sucking softly and flicking my tongue over the sensitive little slit at the center. 

Raffa was now fully erect and I knew that I would have trouble getting his length and girth fully into my mouth. My hope now was that I could remain in control and not wake him to the point where he would force the issue by grabbing a hold of my head and forcing his thick knob into my throat. With that in mind I moved ever so slowly and with very gentle and deliberate motions as I kept my lips moving over his head and the immediate area below. 

On several occasions I would remove my lips from around him and give the slick head a lick or two, then playfully drag my teeth over the sensitive flesh before taking the head back into my mouth again. I was beginning to get a bit too excited and a bit careless as I leaned in a little closer my breasts came in contact with my victim's thigh. The sensation of my sensitive and erect nipples dragging over his warm flesh caused me to move my mouth down his shaft a bit more than I was ready to and I had to work quickly to recover my balance and my breathing. I was thankful once again that my genetic design called for the elimination of that oh so annoying gag reflex. 

I recovered nicely and still Raffa appeared to be asleep, though he was moaning a bit more now but not as much as his sister was which was a good thing for me since their moaning and groaning would mask Raffa's. I continued to work on just the very tip of his pole. I knew that any man that was conscious would have brought his hands into play and would have demanded more by pushing my head down, but I was in control and wanted to remain so. This made me extra careful in my movements, but even though I was careful Raffa began to move his hips slightly and push upward to meet my lips as they slid down and I was now taking an extra inch or so into my mouth each time I took him in. 

As Raffa's breathing rate increased I moved my mouth up and down faster, taking him in a bit deeper each time until each cycle had me taking in half of his fully erect pole. He was beginning to stir a bit more now so I took a short break and removed my mouth from him, but kept my fingers around the base and guiding his slippery tip against my nipples, rubbing them in turn and coating them with the wetness that I had deposited on him. I had to remember my situation and suppress my urge to moan as my most sensitive little brown nubs were sliding in turn against his hot wet knob. 

I took him back into my mouth once again and began sliding up and down and as I worked my tongue and mouth over him I got a bit carried away and moved too fast. Raffa's hands moved toward my head though his eyes were still closed. It was easy enough for me to dodge his attempt to grab my head; well at least I think it was my head he was grabbing for. 

It was totally dark in the room, the moon had long set so even if he did open his eyes he could not see me, but I could see him. As I paused and took a few moments to look at the happy expression on his face I heard him moan as I stroked him and massaged my nipples with his manhood. It was then that I heard him mumble, "Pesha, keep going... please." 

"Pesha" I thought to myself. I know her. 

I had to fight to suppress a giggle. I know that normally a woman going down on a man would be a bit upset if a man called out another woman's name but for me it was no big deal. Here I was in total darkness taking advantage of this gorgeous specimen of masculinity... I did not care what he called me as long as he let me finish what I had started. 

Since he thought I was someone else and he was obviously in dream land I became a bit more adventurous and after a few long licks up and down the length of his shaft I took him back into my mouth and slid down as far as I could go comfortably without forcing him down my throat. I knew that my little kitty was wet and ready but I wanted to make sure that his pole was in the same condition. 

Once I was sure that he was ready I changed my position on the bed and slipped my leg over his body with my knees coming to rest on either side of his hips. I lowered my drenched little kitty onto his throbbing manhood but did not allow it to slip into me just yet. I moved my hips slowly as I allowed more of my weight to press down on him. I moved myself over his pole, massing its length with my hairless sex. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy the sensation of transferring more wetness from myself to him that I did not noticed his hands moving until they had latched onto my breasts as they dangled above his chest. My mouth opened and let out a pleasured sigh as I repositioned myself to allow his manhood to slide into me as I pushed myself backwards. 

It did not take him long to come to his senses once I had the head of his staff inside me and as his hands clutched and kneaded my orange sized breasts he came to the realization that I was not Pesha. He was quick to hiss out, "You are not Pesha!" 

Of course I was not Pesha and I was quick to respond as best I could in his language, "and you are not Sir William Drax." I could not help but giggle once the words had escaped my lips. 

He was about to say something else in response but I was quick to place my hand over his mouth and whisper, "You do not know me, but you may enjoy me until the morning light arrives... but please be silent so as not to disturb the others." 

I knew he understood me as he nodded his head in agreement. I did not know many men that would disagree once a young woman had him slid halfway into her warm wet nest, and Raffa was no different. I punctuated his acceptance by squeezing my breasts a bit harder and rolling his hips upwards to slide deeper inside me. 

I think that from Raffa's response to my use of his manhood that the woman of this village preferred things a bit on the rough side because when Raffa began to work my oranges with his hands. I got the feeling that he was trying to turn said oranges into orange juice. The pressure on my firm orbs became more than I would choose to endure for the rest of the night. Thinking quickly I moved my hands to his and slipped them off my breasts. I interlaced my fingers with his and readjusted my position over him. My feet came up beside his hips and my legs were bent which put me in a squatting position over his upward pointed manhood. I used his hands and mine for balance as I lowed myself down his pole, allowing most of his length to slide deep inside me.  




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 39



I permitted myself a minute or so for my little kitty to adjust to his width and length before I started moving myself up and down his pole. The first time I slid about halfway down, but Raffa had other ideas and I could tell by the way he changed his grip on my hands that we was going to try to push himself all the way into me with one great thrust. As he pushed I moved upward to avoid the greatest part of his thrust which allowed only about two thirds of his length to enter me. 

I looked down at him from my perch above, and while I could see the needy expression on his face, he could not see mine at all in the total darkness as he did not react when I stuck out my tongue at him and softly urged him to be patient in a gentle whisper. As he nodded in silence to me I slid down his shaft once again, then slowly lifted myself up until just the head was inside me. 

This time he was patient and let me do the work as I slid down once again. I started moving up and down slowly, methodically... allowing him to sink deeper inside me each time until after about ten repetitions he was just about fully inside me. Once again I adjusted my position and slowly commenced to ride his pole. As I gathered speed I looked down between my legs and watched his meat disappear and reappear as my little kitty moved up and down his length. 

I was very careful to shift my balance on each downward stroke so as not to allow my small firm rump to come in contact with his thighs. The last thing I wanted was that annoying sound of flesh slapping against flesh that would alert Sneha that her sexy brother had a visitor. 

Raffa once again attempted to take control but I would not allow it. I caught him several times trying to thrust up to meet me as I slid down on him. Each time he would push up I would lift myself up an equal distance and thwart his attempt. I was using every advantage that my feline reflexes gave me to frustrate my partner. I even went as far as to clench myself so tightly around his manhood that he could not move it in our out of me, which gave me a wonderful idea. I would pull almost all of the way off of him then slide down inch by inch, tightening myself around him then releasing, then sliding down some more. 

This was driving him crazy and from the way he was breathing and pulsing inside me, I could tell that he was close to exploding. This only prompted me to continue my little clenching experiment a bit longer. When I felt his pulsing increase, I would slow down and clench tightly around him to stem the rise of his seed. I know that this was frustrating him to no end by the many attempts he made to buck upward and thrust into me. 

Raffa untangled his fingers with mine and moved his hands to my breasts again. I think he got the hint from last time and was much more gentle to the point that I actually was enjoying the way he was using his hands on my orbs. I leaned forward and pressed my firm mounds into his hands as I brought my hands to rest on his chest. I rubbed his nipples between his fingers as my hands kneaded his breasts in the same manner that his were doing to mine. All the while I continued to ride him and use my vaginal muscles to choke off any impending eruptions that his manhood threatened to have. 

Ok, I must confess that not all of my clenching was due to my denying Raffa his orgasm. Several times over the course of my impaling myself on his magnificent pole I came and came hard, but given the circumstances of this little tryst I had to keep myself quiet so as not to alarm the others in the house by my sudden loud outbursts of orgasmic joy. As I rode Raffa a powerful orgasm ripped through me and to keep from vocalizing my eruption I bit my lower lip to the point that blood was running down my chin, but the pain was worth it. 

I came to the conclusion that I had tortured Raffa enough and that he needed to do what was natural in such circumstances so I quit clenching and trying to control him and just rode him and waited for the inevitable hot seed explosion to happen. Suddenly he attempted to push me off of him as the time had arrived for him to shoot. I was determined to ride him to his finish but he was insistent in his efforts to move me off of him. Finally he pulled me closer to him and grunted into my ear, "We do not have permission to create life!" 

That I understood and I did my best to convey to him that it was safe and that we would not make a baby together but he was not buying it, or my command of his language was too poor. He gave me one mighty heave and I landed on the bed next to him. He took his member in hand and started stroking it furiously with its business end pointed in my direction. I knew what was about to come but I did not feel the need to take a semen shower so I leaned forward and pushed his hand away and replaced his hand with mine. I never was one to be a tease and not finish what I started so with my hand securely around his staff I guided the tip to meet my lips as I bent over his thigh. 

It only took several cycles of my surrounding lips moving up and down his rod for him to begin spilling his seed into my mouth. He did not taste bad but I had tasted better. The volume was less than I had expected from such a virile young man and it was easy for me to keep up. I was able to swallow each hot spurt as it washed over the inside of my mouth without losing a single drop. I managed to glance up at him as the last few hot jets of liquid coated my tongue and I could see a look of amazement on his face, which suggested to me that he was not used to a woman doing this for him. I filed that away for future reference as I finished milking him with my lips and cleaning him with my tongue. 

I slipped off of him and settled down on the bed next to him with my back pressed up against his chest and my small firm backside pressed against his manhood. We were both breathing hard and heavy and it felt really comforting when he put his arm around me and pulled me into a tight spooning position. His lips pressed to my ear before he whispered, "What is your name? Who are you? How did you get in here?" 

I left his questions go unanswered for the moment, and answered silently as I guided the hand of the arm that was holding me to my bare left breast. I used my hand against the back of his to help him to softly squeeze my firm little orb in the hope that this would distract him from his questions and give him something else to focus on. Unfortunately he was persistent and asked again. 

I went to plan "B" and wiggled my pert little rump against his still hard member and was happy that my soft movement brought a sigh of pleasure from him. I could hear him opening his mouth to speak again and this time I cut him off with a soft, "Shhhhhhhhh" sound from my lips as I ground myself backward a bit harder trying to emphasize the point that there were better things we could do than to play twenty questions. 

He seemed a bit annoyed that I would not answer but just like all the other males that I have known, a naked woman and a hard penis can be most distracting and without saying a word I won this brief skirmish, but my partner was about to escalate the battle to a new level. 

With his arm across my chest his hand began to tighten his grip on my breast. I was enjoying the sensation but he started squeezing a bit harder than I would prefer but still, it was pleasurable for the most part. While he was ratcheting up the pressure on my orb, his other hand pulled my left leg up and back over his spreading me open for his free hand to press the head of his manhood against the tight opening of my little wet kitty. Once he was positioned it took just one quick thrust for him to push the majority of his shaft inside. His massive push coupled with a firm squeeze of my breast brought an unexpected sigh of pleasure from my lips. I was thankful that Sneha and Palu were still going at it quite loudly and that neither of them heard my unexpected vocalization. 

Raffa moved his hand from my leg to my hip to hold me in place then commenced moving himself in and out of me slowly from behind. I tried to match my movements with his but I was held tightly in his grip and he was doing the driving. All I could do at this point was to enjoy the ride and wow, what a ride it was. Raffa really knew what he was doing and started picking up speed. He was only giving me about three quarters of his length and that was fine with me. His length was just about equal to my depth and I was concerned that with the force of his thrust that he could push in a bit too hard and hit bottom. 

Raffa's thrusts increased in speed but he was having trouble moving his hips as fast as he wanted to with the sheets and crude mattress getting in the way and causing unnecessary friction against the thigh and hip. It was shortly after he came to this realization that he shifted his weight and pushed me over onto my chest and tummy. With his shaft still buried inside me he placed his muscular legs on the outside of mine. His hands ran up my arms to my wrists then to my hands. His fingers interlaced with mine as he stretched my arms up high above my head and pinned them to the mattress. 

He was in control now and I was pinned under him and unable to resist, though resistance was NOT in my game plan. Raffa pulled his hips back then pushed himself into me hard and fast as his lips pressed to my ear and whispered, "Who are you?" 

I just grunted as his member slammed almost all the way to the bottom of my tunnel, but I said nothing in reply. My silence brought another powerful thrust that still failed to bottom out and he asked again, "Who are you?" 

He should have known by now that I was not going to answer him and when I failed to answer he pulled back then thrust in hard and fast once again, but this time I did something that he did not expect. As he slammed forward I pushed back with as much force as I could muster and as he hit bottom this time I yelped slightly and hissed out in perfect Annu, "Harder!" 

I had a feeling that he did not speak Annu, or if he did he did not know the modern dialect, and my pleading for him to plunge himself into me harder was in his plan all along. As his weight held me down his hips would rock back and force his manhood hard and deep into me. I did not meet his thrusts now as he was moving too fast for me to keep up. I was at a disadvantage being held down and the best response that I could come up with was to lay there under him and enjoy what I had been needing for so long. 

It did not take long for the movements of his manhood inside me, and his weight constantly pushing me down deep into his mattress to bring a strong orgasm bubbling to the surface. Each time he would push into me his weight and mine caused my little sensitive button to grind against the crude sheets and rough mattress. Several more hard thrusts and I was a squirming, convulsing mess of orgasmic humanoid. My teeth bit into his sheets and mattress as I did my best to silence the animalistic sounds of orgasm that I was known to make when I lost control. 

Raffa continued to punish me with his long thick tool, and my little impaled kitty continued to bless his sheets and mattress with copious amounts of moisture. His movements became more deliberate as he pistoned in and out of me. I could feel that he was close to exploding as well and the suppressed sounds of his grunting and the pulsing of his manhood inside me confirmed that he was close. I knew that he would not spew his seed inside me and I was preparing myself to use my mouth once again as his receptacle, but he had other plans. 

My hands were released as Raffa repositioned himself behind me. He latched onto my hips and pulled me backwards bringing me up to my hands and knees in front of him. All the while his meat was firmly buried deep inside me. I braced myself as I felt him pull himself almost all of the way out of me, then using my hips he pulled me back toward him as he thrust forward. I was quickly impaled on his pole again but this time he hit bottom and I was forced to bite my lower lip again to keep from crying out. Raffa's thrusts were now punishing and deliberate and even though they caused me pain, they also caused me great pleasure and after several minutes of this, I was convulsing through yet another powerful orgasm. 

My arms grew week and failed to support me as the continued waves of orgasm sapped my strength. It was only Raffa's grip on my hips that kept me upright on me knees before him. I could tell that he was very close to his own orgasm and was doing his best to hold back. We were both a rutting, sweating and sex crazed mess, but this tempest of sex was about to end soon. Raffa sensing that he could hold his seed no longer pulled himself out of me. As quickly as he pulled himself out of me, he pressed the large bulbous head of his manhood against my tiny sphincter and pushed in suddenly. The head pushed in past the rim and I felt as if that orifice was on fire. 

He did not give me a chance to adjust to his monstrous head lodged inside my back passage, he just increased his grip on my hips and plunged himself all the way inside me in with one grand push. I wanted to scream but knew I could not. I ground my teeth into the mattress to keep from crying out. It could have been worse had we both not been quite wet from the volume of natural lubricant that my body had produced through out our night of passion. Had both of us or one of us had been dry I am sure that there would have been some tearing with the power that he had placed behind his initial thrust into my backside. 

Raffa grunted and pulled back, then plunged in again, then repeated the process over and over. By his fourth thrust I found myself convulsing through yet another orgasm, then on his fifth thrust the first slippery jets of his hot thick seed were forced deep inside me and began to leak out each time he pulled back. His spurts were timed with each down stroke, which ensured that his seed was deposited deep inside my bowels. This continued for several more minutes. When he was finally spent of seed and energy he collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed under him. 

There was no clock available to judge the passing of time and even though I could have polled my PDA for the time I was too lazy, too out of breath, and too lost in orgasmic bliss to really care. Moving his arm up across my chest, Raffa hugged me to him as he rolled onto his side, and as we repositioned ourselves on the bed, his still rock hard pole was lodged inside my rear passage. It felt good inside me now and felt even better when its rigidity began to flag. From time to time I would give his magnificent member a little squeeze and enjoyed the soft sexy groan that I got in return. 

Raffa held me in his arms as his manhood deflated just before he nodded off to sleep. I too was exhausted but I had to remain awake until my lover was sound asleep. The last thing I needed was for the sun to rise and the morning's light find me in his bed. That would cause me to have to explain more than I was prepared to explain at this point in time. 

Once Raffa's manhood returned to its normal size I was able to slide him out of me. The task was easy given its smaller size and the amount of his slippery seed that was leaking out around his member. Gently and oh so carefully I disentangled myself from his arms then slipped quietly out of his bed to leave him lying in the wet spot created by our combined orgasmic gifts. Ok, I confess, most of it was mine but unlike the night that I spent with Shilka, I was not left to sleep in my own puddle... this puddle was mine but it was my gift to Raffa. 

Sneha and Palu had gone silent so it was a safe bet that they had worn each other out also and were asleep. I transformed back into my feline form and crept out of Raffa's bedroom. Since my first night with Sneha I had a makeshift bed in a far corner of the common area where I slept. It was not much, just a few blankets piled together on top of an old pillow, and this is where I spent the night. When dawn came, my hosts found me curled up in a tight black ball in my corner. For Raffa, dawn brought a whole list of questions that neither his sister nor her boyfriend could answer.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 40



Memoirs of Kitty Siam – The Priestess and The Monk.

When dawn came and the first rays of sunlight slipped through the gaps in the wooden shutters and the sheer curtains that functioned more as mosquito netting than actual drapes, my housemates stirred to life. First Sneha and Palu attempted to continue where they left off the night before but a slightly disgruntled Raffa interrupted them. He stormed out of his sleeping area and stomped his way across the common room to Sneha's section of the hut, flung back her beaded curtain and started demanding answers as to who she and Palu had let into the hut after dark.

Both Sneha and Palu protested Raffa's insinuation that they had let someone in and began to question him as to what happened. Even in feline form I wanted to bust out laughing and several times I caught myself making cute little snorting noises as I did my best to listen in and understand the banter. As I watched the three humans I was amazed at how much movement there is to the human body when debating an issue totally naked. It appeared that nudity was not an issue here in this village as all three humans were quite comfortable to stand around and argue while unclothed.

The disbelieving couple took Raffa around the house and pointed out the wood plank barred shutters and the even thicker timber plank on the entrance door that would have kept anyone out. Both Sneha and Palu swore that they had let no one in to the hut overnight, which prompted Raffa to escort them into his area to show him the soaked sheets and mattress. Palu broke out in to a deep laugh when Sneha suggested that Raffa had wet the bed in his sleep. Of course Raffa was not amused as he looked down at the giant wet spot that had become more sticky than wet, then as he glanced over the rest of the bed his gaze landed on several small crimson spots on the pillow that were still in the process of drying. 

Raffa picked up his pillow and presented it to Sneha as evidence that someone else had been in the hut. She looked the pillow over and passed it to Palu who then asked Raffa if someone assaulted him in the night. Raffa offered his naked body for inspection and both Sneha and Palu began to take Raffa seriously as they checked him over for any sort of wound but found none. Palu made the suggestion that perhaps the temple cat had been sleeping with Raffa. Sneha did not believe that I was involved but agreed to let the two men check me over for injuries. Of course they found none, but I did enjoy both humans running their fingers through my black fur looking for obvious wounds.

I had the feeling that Raffa was also looking for a wet sticky patch on my fur to match the one on his bed, but just like with the search for wounds, they found nothing. My advanced healing properties took care of those little bite marks in short order and being a cat... we just love to preen and clean ourselves so by the time that my humans got around to inspecting me, all of the evidence was long gone. 

All three humans agreed that there was a mystery to be solved here and they believed that Raffa experienced something in the night though he did not go into detail about what had really happened. I am not sure that Raffa really knew what happened to him during the night and was confused as to which parts were fact, fiction, imagination, or a really hot and intense dream.

The sun was almost up when the junior detective squad broke up their little bedside huddle and quickly made their way to the shower area. They all had duties to perform in the morning before breakfast so there was little time to waste. Sneha entered the shower with her brother, gave him a quick soap down and rinse, then she did the same for her boyfriend. Once the two men were washed and dried she had time to do the same for herself. It took her a bit longer as she decided to wash her lovely long black hair.

The men dressed and left for their morning ritual. They swept the street where the food was to be served, then helped to set up the tables while Sneha took me with her to the shrine to extinguish the torches, lanterns, and cauldrons that provided light though out the night. Several other girls from the village joined us at the shrine and performed a quick sweep of the floor before we joined the other villagers for breakfast.

The rest of my week with Sneha and Raffa was uneventful, and there were no more sneak attacks on Raffa during the night, though he did sleep lightly and from time to time he would wake and patrol the hut looking for spirits in the night. I honestly have to report that he found none. I was well fed and cared for by my human keepers. I was a bit disappointed when at the end of the week I was handed off to the new keeper of the shrine. Her name was Marsa; she was a few years younger than Sneha. She lived with her parents and her seven siblings on the outskirts of the village where they shared in the maintenance and upkeep of one of the many banana farms that surrounded the village on three sides. Marsa like Sneha was kind and gentle girl and she and her family took excellent care of me.

My third keeper was Diya. She like Marsa lived with her family but during the week that I was in her keep I had only had a chance to be with her and her elderly mother. Diya was the youngest of the family. Her three brothers and her father worked the family's fishing boats and spent most of their time out to sea. Now when I say fishing boats I really mean boats... the kind of boats that must be rowed, though some of the boats were fitted with a single sail. There were no tall ships here, there were however a few flat bottomed boats that would hold around forty men and were equally fitted to sail the rivers or to make their way far out to sea. The small rowboats rarely ventured out so far as to not be able to see the coast.

The village of Pa'u was located slightly inland from the sea but was near enough to the mouth of the river. It was for lack of a better term a village of port and a center of commerce. Closer to the shoreline was a business district of sorts where the merchants would gather to buy and sell their wares. After Diya completed her duties at the temple she would take me to her aunt's shop down by the docks, which allowed me to see more of the village and learn more about the language and the customs of the villagers.

On my last day in Diya's care we went to visit her aunt's little general store. She had done well running the store since the passing of her husband during the same hurricane that claimed the lives of Sneha's parents. She sold all sorts of items in small quantities. There were bigger stores and markets in the center of town, but her store mostly carried convenience items for the sailors who came to load and unload their boats. It was a good place for the port's visitors to grab a loaf of bread, or some dried fish or meat for the trip back home. The most popular item this day seemed to be the small pint bottles of rum.

It was the rum that caused the Captain of one of the larger transport boats to visit this day. He was purchasing a few bottles of rum and an equal number of loaves of bread to take back to his crew when he noticed me sitting in the corner. It did not take him long to recognize what I was and my significance to this village, or any village that possessed me. From what I had gathered that cats of any kind were just a legend to the people of this world, but the most prominent legends involved the Temple Cats.

The Captain completed his purchase and after his men left with the rum and bread the Captain attempted to bargain with Diya's aunt to purchase me. Obviously I was not for sale as I was considered to be the property of the entire village. This was explained to the Captain but he was not listening. He intended to purchase me properly or steal me away if necessary. Diya's aunt still refused to sell which enraged the Captain. 

Just as Diya was returning to her aunt's shop the Captain turned to me and grabbed onto my leather leash in an attempt to drag me by force from the shop. Diya did her best to block the door but she was no match for the brutish Captain. With one hand holding my leash he used his free hand to grab Diya by the hair and slam her face first into the doorframe. The first impact caused blood to flow freely from her broken nose; the second impact opened a long deep gash over her forehead and across her cheek. When the Captain released the girl she slumped immediately to the floor.

Seeing this, Diya's aunt made her way out from behind the counter to help her niece. When she was close enough the Captain grabbed her by the hair also and was about to give her the same treatment that he had given Diya. Fearing for her safety I deployed my claws and made a quick leap at the Captain. My claws hooked into his shirt at his shoulders then easily pierced his flesh. He bellowed out in pain as my claws dug in and my weight pulled my paws down his back. My claws raked his flesh raising angry red furrows down his back as his shirt was ripped from his body. Immediately his hand released the woman and my leash as he tumbled out of the door.

Several of the men from the town had observed his assault on Diya and had arrived just in time to take the badly bleeding Captain into custody. Though he was cut badly, there was no muscular or structural damage from my claws, but from what I could see of Diya, she was out cold and possibly had suffered a concussion. As the Captain was led away a very athletic looking young man scooped Diya up and made a mad dash toward the shrine. Along the way he had asked several villagers to run and get the monk. If you were hurt or sick, it was the monk that you sought out for assistance in the village of Pa'u.

As Diya was carried toward the shrine I disconnected myself from my leash using my wardrobe device as I had done before with Sneha and raced off toward the shrine. When we got to the top of the steps Jobu the village monk was already waiting for us at the altar. Jobu was an elderly man, his head and eyebrows shaved as required for his position as the village monk. Jobu was an elderly man of failing health. Even in his flowing silk saffron colored robes he looked very weak and frail. Had I met Jobu on Earth I would have guessed his age to be over ninety but here I did not have enough information on the Pa'u to know their life expectancy or at what rate they showed their true age. 

In the other villages it would have been the village monk and his apprentice that took care of the cleaning and maintenance of the temple but give his age, the villagers did their best to help out. Jobu had several apprentices in his service before the great hurricane struck the village. Two of the three were killed by the storm surge and the other had to renounce the monkhood to return to his family's farm to take the place of his brother and father, both had perished in the storm. Since the hurricane no one came to replace the trainees that were lost so Jobu pressed on as best he could in the hope that someone some day would come to lean his craft before he passed on into the care of the Great Maker.

The young man placed Diya on the altar then backed away to let the monk look her over. The few villagers that had made the trip to the shrine with us dropped to their knees in front of the altar with their heads pressed to the floor. In unison they began to chant their healing prayers. I took up a position behind Pesha who had arrived shortly after the rest of the group. I watched as the monk examined the girl before he cleaned and bound her wounds. Several times he tried to assist her into a sitting position but she could not, or would not stay upright without assistance. 

I could see that the monk was concerned and as I looked around I noticed that I was the only one watching the monk as the others were all facing the floor in prayer. I was surprised when the monk turned toward a stone panel behind the altar and placed his hands on several worn symbols carved into the wall. It appears that over the centuries that these areas had received many touches as they were greatly worn and slightly discolored. As his hand touched the final symbol there were several random blue flashes from the crystal obelisk behind the alter. I had some experience with these obelisks and I knew that there should be more happening than what I was seeing.

Jobu keyed in the sequence again and received the same negative result. From the look on the his face it seemed like this result was expected and I surmised that this apparatus had been in need of repair for quite some time. The villagers were great at maintaining the outside of the shrine but they had no idea of the technology that was installed under the floor nor did they have the knowledge of how to repair it. Jobu pressed his hands to the symbols once again in the hope that maybe the third time would bring him luck but there was no luck to be found in the malfunctioning obelisk.

The monk looked at the nonfunctioning obelisk, then looked at Diya, then looked at me. He sighed sadly then looked down at the altar with a look of futility on his face. Seeing this I took a quick look over the praying villagers and noticed that the they were all still face down in prayer so I made my way behind the altar to the wall behind the altar to where I had noticed the DNA reader. I transitioned to human form then using the wardrobe device dressed myself in a plain white silk sari that was wrapped around me in a way that left my right arm and shoulder bare, but covered the rest of my body loosely from the chest down to my ankles. My hair was pinned up on top of my head and my feet were bare. I chose this attire with bare feet to show respect for the shrine.

I pressed my hand to the rectangular DNA reader and felt the familiar tingle as my hand was scanned. A second later I was rewarded with a soft hissing sound as the stones of the floor slid open allowing me passage to the stairway below. At the same time a soft female voice came from the panel saying, "Greetings Princess Maew."

I took a quick look around to see if any of the villagers noticed my movements but no one was looking, except the Jobu and he was smiling at me as if a prayer had been answered. My eyes met his and I could see that his eyes were open wide in joyful disbelief as to what he had just witnessed. Before I made my way down the stairs I placed my finger to my lips to ask for his silence. Jobu understood and nodded to me before I disappeared down the steps that led under the shrine. Once I was at the bottom of the steps I touched the control panel in the wall and the stone covering over the stairs once again slid back into place.

Once the hatch over the stairs was closed a few very dim lights flickered to life. It was enough to see where I was going without using my night vision. The facility under the shrine was tiny compared to the other underground facility on this world. This facility had been abandoned for a very long time, as there were no footprints in the several inches of dust and dirt covering the floor. My goal was to see if I could quickly find the problem that was keeping the medical scanner above from working but unfortunately the problem seemed to be a shortage of power. While there was some power flowing into the facility, it was not enough to power the crystal obelisk above.

Most facilities that I had come across that were built by the Annunaki had a medical bay or at least a small first aid station and this one was no different. I was able to follow the signs that lead me to a mini clinic of sorts where I found an emergency medical kit. Inside the kit were several small medical scanners, dermal regenerators, and other assorted healing devices that I was unfamiliar with but knew that they were probably in the technical data given to me on Galora. I quickly took inventory of them all then queried my PDA for the schematics of each device to learn what it did and how it operates. The problem was that they needed charged and the facility was running on minimal power.

Each device was housed in a cradle inside the medical kit with a common charging port connected to the outside of the bag. It was only a matter of taking the cord from the bag and splicing it into one of the emergency light fixtures. While there was not a whole lot of power available to fully charge everything there was perhaps enough power to charge everything for one use. It took several minutes until the power indicator on the charging station read 15%. I hoped that would be enough, as I did not know how long Diya could hold out in her condition.

With the medical kit in hand I made my way back to the stairs, opened the panel and climbed my way back up to the shrine and closed the stone hatch behind me. Jobu watched me as I took up a position next to him, then as I reached into the medical kit he moved away from me to the front of the altar where he took a position on his knees and began to pray with the rest of the villagers. As I applied the medical scanner to Diya's forehead a few more villagers ascended the stairs and took up a praying position on their knees and joined the chant. Seeing me standing over the altar brought quizzical looks from most of them but they did not question or challenge me while I tended to Diya. I suspected that once they noticed the monk in his saffron colored robes in front of the altar praying in my direction, it would be a good idea for them to do the same.

The medical scanner quickly determined that my patient was bleeding internally, and as I watched the display on the device the instructions for treating the injury filled the display window along with a graphic of where and how to place the proper healing devices. I knew now that this equipment designed to be operated in severe emergency by those that had little or no medical training. Quickly I selected the soft tissue and organ regeneration probe from the medical kit, placed it on her forehead then watched as it activated on its own and began to strobe a blue light against her skin. While the villagers continued to pray for my patient the device went about its work repairing Diya's injured brain. Seven minutes later the device's display panel indicated that the operation had completed and was successful. I checked the power reading on the device and it was reading 2%. I considered myself very lucky after seeing that.

Next I removed the crude bandages from her wounds then applied the dermal regenerator to them. This was a manual device that required me to make many passes over the open wounds. I started with the laceration on her forehead and watched and the bright blue beam closed and sealed the wound a bit more after each pass. I set the device to a deeper healing setting then passed the device over her broken nose. In no time the cartilage was healed the bleeding had stopped. As I was making the last pass over her nose her eyes fluttered open and she began to sob. Finally I closed and healed the wound on her cheek. Even though her wounds had been healed she was still in a bit of pain that would take a few days to abate. There was a device to block the pain but I had run out of time once she woke up and her sobbing had attracted the attention of the villager closest to the alter.

My plan was to stow the medical bag under the hatchway to the stairs and put it back in the clinic another day, but once Diya woke up my plans of returning to feline form were nixed. Once she started sobbing the chanting had stopped and the villagers turned their attention to Diya and the tall slender Asian dressed in white silk woman standing over her and the alter. Several of Diya's friends and relatives rushed to the altar to comfort her while the rest of the villagers stared at me and began a new chant of, "Rangatira, Rangatira, Rangatira." Even the village monk Jobu had joined in the chant. The UT was having trouble translating this word, but after a minute or so it came back with two translations that could apply in this situation. The first was, "Princess", and the other was "Priestess." I went with the second translation as that seemed to be the most appropriate at the moment.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 40



Diya was helped from the altar and while her friends and family were busy helping her down, the villagers were once again were facing the floor in prayer I opened the hatch to the stairs and quickly dropped the medical kid on the top step then sealed the hatch. I had not planned to show my human form to the people of the village but then Diya and her family were really good people and there was no way that I was going to let her die or suffer brain damage. My first thought was to make a quick escape down the stairs behind the altar but I had no idea what else was down there or if there was a second way out. I knew that I had to find out but today was not that day. There would be time for that sort of exploration another day.

I was looking for a graceful way to make my exit. I knew that if I tried to make my way through the villagers I would probably be mobbed. I looked toward Jobu and my eyes met his and it was as if he knew my predicament because shortly after he got to his feet and made his way to the alter. His gait was strained from age and bad knees, but he still moved well for his apparent age. He took me by the elbow and as he did so apologized for touching me without permission, and then begged me to accompany him. He led me across the back of the altar and around the stone walls that partitioned the altar off from the rest of the shrine's plateau. We made our way down the back steps of the shrine. Several of the villagers noticed us leaving but did not follow or alert the others. It was bad karma to leave the shrine before the monk had made his exit, and even worse karma to cut your prayers short before the psalm or verse was finished. That custom allowed us enough time to make our escape. 

Jobu did pretty well moving on the level marble floor of the shrine but was slowed as we hit the steps. His knees just would not bend properly and it was then that I apologized as I put his left arm around my neck and hoisted him off his feet. He smiled at me as he realized my intent and without a word being said I carried him down the steps to the street.

In his day Jobu would have stood around five, eight but age had ravaged his body and left him weak and bent and perhaps about four inches shorter. It was only through his love for the village and its residents that he did not retire and hung on to life given the extent of his ailments. Oh, and the lack of a replacement also figured in to his decision to stay on. His hut was close to the shrine and it did not take us long to get there once we cleared the stairs. He introduced himself to me as Monk Jobu and I introduced myself as "Maew" with no title or honorific. I did not need add the honorific as he always addressed me as "Priestess." 

I tried to get him to be less formal and call me Maew but his training, experience, and formality would not allow him to do so and after a while I began to understand why and accept that he and the villagers would continue to address me in this manner. I had decided to go with the "Maew" designation as it was an Annu name and being that some of the local language was derived from ancient Annu, it would be better accepted and understood than the foreign sounding English word "Kitty." 

Jobu was a good host to me once we entered his hut. He closed and barred the door knowing that the villagers would be arriving soon. He was not worried about violence as it was forbidden in the village and it was rare when it had occurred. If a violent act did occur it was usually someone from outside the village that was the cause... like the Captain from earlier in the day. On a side note, I did learn that the captain was given nine public lashes with a rattan cane and was banished from entering the village or the port for life. His crew and his ship could enter but he was banned.

I assisted Jobu with making tea for the two of us though he often protested that a Priestess should not be serving a lowly monk. I did my best after that to help out but also was very careful not to do anything that would cause him to lose face or to feel that he was not up to the task at hand. I did learn later that one of the duties of the girls assigned look after the shrine was to tend to Jobu and his hut as he was in no shape to do such things for himself. 

As we had our tea we enjoyed a pleasant conversation about the village, the shrine, and the local customs. The UT was up to about 70% so our conversation went well but at times I had to ask him to fill in several verbal gaps that the UT could not translate. He knew that I was not from the village having witnessed my transformation from Temple Cat to Priestess. Fortunately he was the only one that had and when I asked him to keep my secret he responded that he would do as I command. I suddenly realized where I was in the rank structure of the village after hearing that reply.

As we talked the villagers began to mill around outside Jobu's hut. Most returned to their duties as the dinner hour was approaching but those that had completed their tasks for the day assembled outside and waited for word from Jobu as to what had happened with Diya. They also started the Rangatira chant on several occasions until finally Jobu had to step out amongst the crowd and explain that as of today the shrine had a new Priestess sent from the Great Maker. He also asked the villagers to spread the word that he would introduce me at the shrine before the dinner hour. This took me aback as I had never intended to be the new Priestess of the Pa'u. I knew that I had to figure a way out of this that would not harm the culture of the village, and would not lose face for Jobu, but I also knew that I could be helpful while I was here. 

Jobu was wise so I went along with his decision to introduce me to the villagers. Before dinner was placed on the tables, the villagers gathered on the shrine's plateau behind the altar and as Jobu and I topped the back staircase the villagers dropped to their knees and began the dinner prayer. I had heard the dinner prayer many times and joined in the chant at Jobu's insistence. We made our way to the altar and then following Jobu's lead I joined him in kneeling before the crystal pylon with our backs to the villagers.

When the prayer was concluded the villagers straightened up and rested on their haunches in a kneeling position and Jobu led me to stand beside him at the altar. He introduced me as Priestess Maew and informed them that I was sent from beyond to do the bidding of the Great Maker and look after the needs shrine and the village. Jobu went on to inform the village that his health was fading and that he knew that he would pass beyond soon to join his ancestors beyond the vail.

He gave a short homily about the need to continue in the traditions that were taught to us by our parents and their parents before them before dismissing the villagers for dinner. Jobu bid me to go and meet the villagers and get to know them, but asked me not to wander off too far as he wished me to join him at his table for dinner. I agreed and moved off among the assembled villagers to personally introduce myself to as many of them as I could. 

One of the first villagers I came to was Diya and her aunt. They were both very thankful for my treatment of Diya's injuries and asked what I would accept as payment for my services. I smiled and greeted them warmly then suggested that they give a little extra attention to Jobu as he had more need of their care and gracious company than I did. They gladly agreed and as I attempted to move toward Jobu my way was blocked by the village Chief who smiled and offered me a warm greeting. I was better able to size him up now that I stood before him in human form. While most of the women of the village were about six to nine inches shorter than the males, I stood even in height at five foot nine with the Chief. I could tell that he was not used to dealing with women that were his equal in height but he was kind and deferred to my position as Priestess and I in turn greeted him as my Chief. He introduced me to his wife and his daughters and I could tell by the way he acted toward them and me that he was a good man and that things would be good between us. The Chief escorted though the rows of dinner tables on the main street, he did his best to introduce me to every villager that we passed. I estimated that there was between three and four hundred people living in the village and from his introductions, the Chief seemed to know every one of them by their first name, which really impressed me.

Of course I did not meet everyone, there just was not enough time, but I vowed to myself that if I were to fill this position for a while that I would use the Chief as an example and get to know as many of the villagers as I could. We milled about with the villagers for a while then the Chief took me back to Jobu as the food was about to be served. The Chief insisted that Jobu and I move in front of him in the food line and as we moved along the tables and filled our plates Jobu introduced me to the women who had prepared the food. I have to admit that I was cheating and using my internal PDA and its installed facial recognition software to catalog the villagers and their names. There were just too many of them for me to remember in such a short time.

The evening was uneventful and pleasant including being introduced to Sneha and her brother Raffa. I so wanted to tease Raffa and ask him if he still wanted to know who I was, but thought it better to just thank them both for taking such good care of "Kitty" the Temple Cat. Hearing this exchange brought a suppressed snicker from Jobu, as he was the only one in the village that knew that Kitty and Maew were the same entity. His snicker brought a warm smile to my face and I could not help but to look at the aged cleric and wink. 

Just like the Chief, most of the villagers were taken by my height and when I stood to greet them during and after dinner many took a minute or so to look me over. Even Raku and Palu paused for a moment to ogle when I first met them in human form. I do not think that either of them had ever met a woman that could look them in the eye without standing on a chair, crate, or small ladder. I had a delightful chat with both of these handsome and very muscular men, and as the conversation went on I could see that some of the younger women of the village were getting a bit annoyed at the attention I was getting from the Alpha and Beta of the village. I could see that Sneha was a bit perturbed as well, but I have to say that the conversation was innocent and mostly related to what my position would be with the shrine and in the village. I assured both men that I only wished to help in any way that I could, and would do my best to care for Jobu until he passed into the care of the Great Maker.

Sneha and her friend Sosha politely interrupted our conversation and reminded Raku and Palu that it was time to retire to the river for a little bathing and socializing. Which meant that Sneha wanted to have some naked time with Palu and perhaps Sosha wanted to do the same with Raku. Not wanting to interfere or delay the aquatic shag fest I excused myself and attempted to make my way back to Jobu but the two young men had other plans and invited me to join them at the river. I could see by the expression on Sneha's face that she was not at all pleased by this but yet she knew her place and did not object even though I could see that she wished she could. Sosha was equally grim but like Sneha, she remained silent. 

As we made the trek to the river I stayed back behind the two couples and tried my best not to be the cause of any drama between them. Along the way Diya and her aunt caught up to us and I was so relieved to see them. At least I knew that I could hang out with them at the river instead of causing grief for Sosha and Sneha. Along the way we had a nice conversation about their family business and the events of the day that had almost killed Diya. Her aunt was still offering me thanks for my intervention at the shrine, and even though I knew that she was truly grateful, the endless thanks and praise was starting to get a little boring. I was so thankful when we came to the river and the three of us split up. Diya went with me to the river while her aunt met up with some of the other older women from the village. As I stood on the bank looking out over the river my UT alerted me that the language file it was building for the Pa'u had reached 90%. It seemed that my interaction with the villagers today had a secondary benefit.

Diya and I disrobed and entered the water a little ways up river from Sneha, Palu, Sosha, and Raku. Raku being the Alpha was the first to have the attention of both girls and being that this was their tradition, Palu was content to wait for his girlfriend to finish washing his older brother. Once Raku was done the four paired off and Sneha tended to the washing Palu in private. I think there was more than a little washing going on behind those rocks and bushes. Between Diya and I the washing was mutual. Diya tried to take a submissive role in the bathing ritual but I would not allow it. I was tired of all of the day's formalities and just wanted to relax and enjoy the water and some good company. That is not to say that I did not enjoy Diya's strong hands working their way over my body. Her strong hands would have been the envy of any Earth masseuse or masseur. 

Diya was just a few inches shorter than me and enjoyed the same firm full figure as Sneha. Why she was still single was beyond me as she was pleasant, well mannered, well built, and very pretty. One thing that the girls of the village had in common was their long flowing black hair, and once we were done with the body washing, Diya and I turned to washing each other's hair. As we tended to each other's hair I began to get the feeling that this would be what it would be like to have had a sister in a normal family life had I not been constructed to serve the Drax Corporation. It was at this point that my mind flashed back to the image of Neko and I standing naked in the black rain on Anora Prime.

Diya and I finished our washing and before returning to shore we took a quick swim across the river and back. While I did not swim as fast I was capable of, Diya did well to swim beside me. We returned to the shore and just as we left the water Chief Pramukha and his wife were there to greet us. I think that the Chief spent a bit too long ogling the two of us, which got him a playful swat to his chest from his loving wife. The Chief informed me that he had a hut set aside for me to stay in as long as I wished to stay in the village. My new temporary abode was located next to Jobu's residence next to the shrine; this made things pretty convenient for the two of us since I figured to be spending a lot of time at the shrine. This was a better option than sleeping in feline form under one of the shrine's benches.

I thanked the Chief for his kindness and as I was doing so his wife took hold of his arm and gave it a good tug as a suggestion that they should be moving along. In reality, she had caught him staring at my private parts and was giving him a warning that she had had enough of his ogling. Diya caught on to this too and giggled as we parted company with this Chief and his wife.

We were about to get dressed when I noticed that Diya's sarong was still stained with her blood from earlier in the day. In all the commotion she did not have a chance to get back home to change. Diya was a bit embarrassed as it was not proper to be seen in public in a soiled garment. The sun was beginning to set when she took the sarong from me and turned to head for the river to give it a quick washing. As she took her first step I called her back to me and asked her to give me her sarong. I held out my hand and she was a bit sheepish as she placed the garment in my hand with the stained side facing up. She was not sure what I had planned and watched me carefully. With her sarong in hand I activated the wardrobe device and the sarong quickly digitized and disappeared. Faster than the human eye could blink her stained sarong was replaced with a brand-new sarong made of the finest Japanese silk.

Diya looked at me in awe as I presented her the new sarong and as she put it on she remarked how soft the new fabric was against her skin and how well it fit. I politely cautioned Diya to keep this little bit of modern magic to herself, which caused her to smile and nod. Of course I did not tell her that her sarong was replaced by the finest wardrobe technology that the Drax Corporation and the Annunaki had available. As Diya watched I did the same with my white sari but instead of the fresh dress appearing in my hand, I instructed the wardrobe device to dress me as it normally would. As I watched Diya's eyes as I used my wardrobe device for the second time I could tell that I had just gained myself my first disciple. Because of this realization I had to suppress my sudden urge to giggle.

On our walk back to the village I had a nice long chat with Diya about the village, its customs, the village elders and what would be required of a Priestess. She escorted me to my hut then we parted company for the night. The hut inside was Spartan but it did have the basic creature comforts. I used the wardrobe device to slip out of my white silk sari then stretched out on the bed on top of the sheets that had been provided for me. The day had been long and filled with drama and it did not take long for me to fall fast asleep.

In the morning I was up with the sun and dressed quickly. I knew the routine of the village and being that I was now part of the village I wanted to do my part. I thought that maybe I could help to set up the tables since I was not sure how to cook food that the locals would enjoy. Not every one enjoys a good pizza for breakfast. The men of the village bowed and offered me a greeting comprised of them clasping their hands together then pulling them in toward their chest with their fingers extended. I politely returned their greeting before I was ushered away from the tables. It seems that setting up tables is a man's job here in the village and not a proper duty for a Priestess.

My next attempt to get involved was to join the villagers who had been tasked with sweeping the street. I attempted to grab an unused broom when a muscular hand respectfully took the broom from me and suggested that such manual labor was beneath the station of a Priestess. I turned and was about to protest and before I could open my mouth my eyes met with Raffa's as he now stood before me holding my broom. I really had to fight my urge to kiss him, but as we made eye contact he quickly set the broom aside, clasped his hands together and bowed saying, "Good morning Priestess."

I so wanted to whisper, "Do you still want to know who I am?" into his ear but once again I held my tongue and had to suppress the giggles that were threatening to burst forth from my mouth. I returned his gesture of respect and once that custom was satisfied he properly went back to his sweeping and I went off looking for some way to contribute. I made my way back to the area where the tables had been set up and as I tried to squeeze my way into the line of women carrying the food to the tables Jobu approached me, took me by the arm and led me away from the tables.

We had a polite chat and he cautioned me that the duties that I was attempting to perform were beneath the station of a Priestess and that I should always try to conduct myself in a proper manner. I began to question him as to how a Priestess should behave, because it was not like I was parading around like a cheap tart in a spaceport bar trying to get a free drink from some lonely pilot. I had no one to set an example for me, nor was Priestess 101 a subject that was taught at the Osaka Eugenics academy.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 40



Breakfast was served and I was invited by Jobu to eat with the Chief and the village elders. This was one of the things that Jobu discussed with me after he dissuaded me from attempting to perform manual labor. He let me know that the station of a Priestess is slightly above that of the village Chief, which is something that I was surprised to hear. He went on to tell me that it had been over a thousand years since any village, shrine or temple had a Priestess and that the healing and spiritual duties had fallen to the monks. It was the last Priestess that had trained the first monk who in turn trained the many monks that followed. I promised Jobu that I would do my best to uphold the honor and tradition of my station.

Jobu knew that I was young and inexperienced just by looking at me. I was now over twenty years old if my math was correct, but the body that Osaka Eugenics gave me through superior genetics still looked like it had just turned sixteen, or perhaps seventeen given the modifications that were made to me in the slime tank on Galora.

We continued our chat over breakfast and I learned a lot from Jobu, but I learned ever more about the village and the neighboring villages from listening to the Chief and the village elders prattle on. They talked at length about a pilgrimage to a village far to the north to celebrate the fifty-year anniversary of the King's coronation. Many in the village wanted to attend but the Chief and the elders decided that not everyone that wanted to go should go as it would leave too few behind to tend to the needs of the village.

When breakfast was concluded Jobu and I made our way to the shrine. At the bottom of the stairs leading to the front of the shrine, two of the village men offered to assist Jobu up the steps and he was glad to accept their offer being that his health was poor and his knees were barely able to carry his weight without the aid of a walking stick. When we got to the plateau of the shrine Jobu thanked the two young men and dismissed them with a short blessing. I assisted him to the base of the altar where he carefully slipped to his knees and began his morning prayers. Not knowing his prayers or his ritual I just assumed the Lotus position next to him and used my internal communications system to establish a link with Maintenance Control back at the main facility to see how the disassembly of the old hulks was progressing. I also checked on the rest of the stations functions before I began researching the shrine at my current location.

As I looked at the layout of the station I tried to pull up a diagram of the facility located below the Pa'u shrine but there was no information available. The database of the remote locations such as this one had become corrupt and while there were a few references to similar locations, there was nothing much listed on this one. Next I found a full map that detailed main facility and the surrounding area, then created a topographical overly from another set of maps that I had found. Once that was done I followed the river from the main complex to the area where to Pa'u village was located. I was surprised that the village was listed on the map but the layout and size was much different on the map than it was in reality. Looking at the date of the map it appeared that about fifty six thousand years had passed since this map was accurate.

I studied the diagram that I had created then dispatched a mixed squad of flying reconnaissance drones and maintenance bots to the many levels of the main facility that faced my current location on the compass. While the bots were carrying out their exploration I turned my attention back to the map and began looking for the location of the other shrines, temples and villages. I wanted to know more about the layout of the other facilities that the Annunaki had built here, and what they were used for. From what I could see the areas that could hold a village were laid out in a large circle that would cover a thousand miles or so in distance. I estimated that the entire circle was a large wheel with many spokes leading back to the center. In the center was the Central Command facility. To the north of that there appeared to be a facility just as large or perhaps larger but I could not tell what it was or what it was used for from the badly damaged map. Eventually I would have to check that out in person, but for now my main concern was for the Central Command facility and this shrine.

It had been several hours since Jobu had started his prayers and once he had finished he jostled me back into the real world. He was feeling a bit fatigued and was going to return to his hut for a little nap. There were a few villagers milling about the shrine. Some were praying, some were cleaning and it was not hard for Jobu to find several young men to assist him down the stairs. Once he was gone I started exploring the shrine in detail. I had been here many times before in panther form but did not have time for a detailed hands on inspection.

I started by connecting to the Central Core and pulling up diagrams of the small temples and shrines that were constructed on this planet. I could not find a listing of structures by location so I did a search by size and general lay out. I was able to find three shrines similar to this then compared them to this shrine's configuration. It seems that the layout of this shrine had been changed since the Annunaki database had been updated so I was on my own to make a guess. My goal was to locate the schematics for the medical system attached to the obelisk behind the altar and determine why it was no longer functioning.

The first diagram I chose was completely wrong and the electronics were not located in the wall that was pictured in the diagram. My second choice proved to be the right choice with the exception of the stone benches and statues that had been erected in front of the access panel in the wall behind the alter. Those would have to be moved for me to gain access. I made a note to discuss this with Jobu later on in the day.

Next I made my way to the hatch that led to the steps behind the alter. I placed my hand on the DNA reader and was greeted with, "Good morning Princess Maew" as my DNA was read and verified. The hatch slid open and before making my way down the steps I took a quick look around and seeing that no one was looking I changed into my comfy hiking boots, and a pair of sturdy cargo pants and a long sleeve t-shirt to protect against spider bites. Once at the bottom of the stairs I closed the hatch behind me. As I made my way below I felt a tingle on the back of my neck that indicated that I no longer had wireless access to Central Command. There was still enough light from the dim emergency lighting system installed throughout the hallways.

There were a few consoles in the underground complex in several of the small rooms. I found a small replication alcove and several bunkrooms. I found no signs of life, nor did I find any expired life forms during my exploration. I looked around for signs or symbols that would give me an indication as to what this facility was used for but could find nothing. My guess was that it was not a facility that was permanently staffed; as there were no personal effects left behind like there was in the main facility after the Annunaki had abandoned it in great haste.

I spent a few more hours trying to understand what the facility was, and how it was used. I had found a heavy blast door that appeared to lead out of the facility but I could not get it open as there was either not enough power to open them or something on the other side was preventing them from opening. I made a note of the door's location and would look into this another time. By my calculations it was getting close to the dinner hour and I was sure that Jobu and the village elders would be wanting to know what had happened to their new Priestess. I had prepared myself for the questions about how I had come to the village when I did and so on but so far those questions never came.

I took the stairs back up to the shrine, changed back into my white Priestess sari... well that is what I was calling it though it was not prescribed Priestess attire. I was the only young woman that had her chest covered and so far no one had questioned my choice of attire, or my need for modesty. I imagine that being a Priestess affords one to be a bit more modest than the village custom prescribes. 

Once at the top of the stairs I closed and sealed the hatch then felt the familiar sting of the ancient wireless connection being established with my internal system. There were several messages for me from Central Maintenance and Central Command that stated that the recon drones and maintenance bots had found a subway platform that ran between the Central Command facility and the shrine that I was currently visiting. This subway was not listed in the master record and the recon drones had come to a point in the tunnel where it had collapsed and they could not proceed past where the cave in had occurred. There was an indication that the power feed between the central reactor and the facility under the shrine was damaged. This told me the reason why the facility under the shrine was running on emergency power. 

I contacted Maintenance Control and issued orders for the maintenance bots to begin clearing the debris, repairing the tunnel and reestablishing power to the facility below the shrine. I also left instructions that the bots should work in stealth and that under no circumstances should the residents of this village or any of the neighboring villages observe them. My order was received and the bots were immediately dispatched.

I met up with Jobu at his hut before dinner and walked with him to his table. Along the way I enquired about the obelisk not functioning when he tried to heal Diya. He told me the entire story that took up most of our dinnertime. As we ate he continued on about how the Great Maker had forsaken the village long ago and would no longer send their healing light. Many generations, he said it had been since a villager was healed at the altar. All of the monks that preceded him had the same problem, yet the healing tradition was passed on from monk to monk even though it was all in vain, and each time a villager needed healing, Jobu would still go through the ritual as if he expected one day for the Great Maker to once again send the blue healing light.

The Chief and his wife sat across from Jobu and I during dinner and listened in to the monk's tale though they both knew the story by heart. When dinner concluded and Jobu's tale was finished I spoke up and asked if I might be permitted to relocate a few statues and perhaps a bench or two in the hope that these changes would bring the healing light back to the shrine. This prompted a short discussion between Jobu, the Chief and several of the village elders and the consensus was that perhaps my arrival was a gift from the Great Maker and that I should be permitted to do what I thought was necessary. The Chief then volunteered to assign six rather large men to the shrine for as long as I needed them, and that they would report to Jobu in the morning after breakfast. Jobu and I thanked the Chief before he and his wife left the table.

Jobu was asked by several of the village elders to join them at the river and he agreed to go with them. I had a feeling that I would be the topic of discussion during their evening bath. I decided to go by myself, but along the way to the river Diya caught up with me and we made the journey together. Nothing much happened other than the usual bathing and chatting. We enjoyed a swim together making two trips to the opposite side of the river and back and after that we were ready for a good nights sleep. I walked Diya back to her hut then made my way back to mine. Once I parted company with Diya my attention turned to the shrine and what would be needed to fix the healing beam.

I contacted Maintenance Control and found that the bots had made progress on clearing the subway tunnel of debris but that there was still a lot more debris to remove. The maintenance bots had located the area where the power had been cut but they were still eight hours or so from reaching it to begin repairs. With that in mind I removed my clothing and turned in for the night. While I waited for sleep to come I went over the specs for the healing beam, doing my best to familiarize myself with the device before I had to dig into the actual circuitry in the morning. I was not anywhere near being a trained technician on this equipment but at the academy I had plenty of training in repairing many types of systems just in case a problem arose while in transit. In space there is rarely a tow barge or mechanic available when you ship conks out.

When morning came I decided to skip breakfast and go over the schematics one more time in detail as I made my way to the shrine. The plans of the shrine detailed the electronics installed in and below the structure and laid out which tools would be needed to remove the cover plate which appeared to be the facing stone that covered the back wall facing away from the alter. I believed that I observed what appeared to be a tool kit in the facility below the shrine and I wanted to get there before Jobu and the men from the village arrived to assist with the moving of the statues and such.

I easily made it to the shrine and entered the facility below. I located the tool kit right where I thought I had seen it but was disappointed to find that while it had a full compliment of manual and modern diagnostic tools, the more advanced ones were in need of a good long charge. Just like the medical devices I had to splice the charging system into the emergency lighting system and hope that they charge up enough to be of use.

When I emerged from the stairs and closed the hatch the work crew and Jobu had just arrived. I elected to leave the toolbox below to charge while we began moving the statues. They were tall, heavy and well secured to the floor by weight and some sort of hardened resin. I discussed which statues and benches that needed to be moved with Jobu and pointed out the area that I needed clear access to. I left it up to him where the new resting place for the statues and such would be. In the interest of uniformity he decided that a few items on the other side of the altar would need to be moved as well then putting charcoal to paper he sketched out a diagram of what he wanted moved and where it would be moved to. By my calculations that would take most of the day, which would give my tools and scanners a bit more time to charge.

I have to say that it was an enjoyable day watching these big beefy men moving such heavy objects with very little clothing on to hide the beautifully muscled bodies. Several times I had to snap myself out of some very impure fantasies involving one or more of these brawny men with caramel colored skin and long flowing black hair. If Jobu could have read my mind I am sure that somehow I would have been in for a real wicked spanking... of course I would hope that one or all of the men involved in our little project would have been chosen to administer such a punishment to this wanton Priestess.

The men worked hard through the day and I was proud of what they had accomplished in such a short time given how well the statues were glued to the floor and how much trouble it was to leaver them free from with heavy iron bars. There was still on statue and two meditation benches that had to be moved before we could attempt to remove the facing stone from the back wall of the alter, but the prayer and dinner hours were fast approaching and upon noticing the time Jobu called a halt to the work for the day and dismissed the men with our thanks. I made an attempt to follow them down the back steps in an effort to see if any or all of them needed help washing up for dinner but the frail Jobu took me by the arm and bid me to walk with him.

Jobu was concerned at the amount of work that we had done today and were nowhere near being able to address the issue of the Great Maker's healing light. I tried to reassure him but he was a bit skeptical, as he did not understand any of technology involved. All he knew is that for certain things he would press a few stones on the wall and the obelisk behind the altar was supposed to do the rest. I did my best to explain it but in reality it was like trying to explain the workings of a modern super computer to a Neanderthal. I am not insisting that Jobu was not intelligent, it is just that he lacked an understanding of what needed to be done and how I was going to do it.

He seemed a bit put off by me that I could not make him understand so I decided that I would keep my distance from him for the evening out of frustration. When the prayers started I stayed back at the shrine and let Jobu join the villagers in prayer. I decided to take another look at the schematics once again to make sure that I understood the systems well enough before I started poking about in their electronics. I took up the Lotus position at the base of the alter. Before pulling up the specs and technical data I used my built in wireless connection to check with Maintenance Control to see how the tunnel repairs were going. 

From the logs that I read through they had cleared about 75% of the debris and had the tunnel shored up where the debris had been removed. The digging continued around the clock as the bots did not require rest. I did a quick read through the logs looking for the electrical repairs that I had requested and found that the main power feed through the tunnel to this facility had been repaired in sixteen different places over the past eighteen hours and more damage had been found. The rubble was still being removed that prevented the repair bots from reaching the severed power coupling.

I kept pouring over the technical data and traced out most of the critical circuits in my mind and committed most of them to memory before I heard the chanting of the daily prayers come to an end. It was now dinnertime and I was a bit hungry so I made my way down the stairs to the tables below. I met up with Jobu and as always we ate dinner together but I did my best to avoid conversation with those at my table. My mind was focused on the shrine and bringing its systems back online as failure on my part at this point would not look good for the new Priestess. When dinner was over I declined several invitations to bathe at the river. I excused myself and elected to return to the shrine instead.

The sun had begun to set as I made my way up the many steps to the shrine. I was a bit burned out on looking through schematics and about half way up the steps I decided instead to work on manually translating the scanned version of Enoch's journal that I had retrieved electronically from the library bot. Once I cleared the stairs I sat myself on the floor at the base of the raised altar and pulled my legs under me and assumed the Lotus position once again in preparation for my meditation. Ok, I wanted it to look like I was meditating instead of going through Enoch's journal word by word, slowly translating his hand written scrawl into a version of the Annu language that I could understand.

The villagers assigned to lighting the lamps and caldrons of oil around the shrine had arrived and began to perform the evening ritual. The workers knelt before the altar and offered prayers then set off around the shrine creating light against the coming darkness. I was left undisturbed as usual as they quietly padded about the shrine. Mentally I opened the scanned journal stored in my internal PDA to my last bookmark and began translating the words one at a time. From time to time I would come along a string of words that I understood from previous translations and this sped up the process a bit. The more words I inspected, the more familiar I became with the style of Enoch's longhand script but surprisingly, I was beginning to understand the thoughts of Enoch as he penned his final gift to the galaxy.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 41



Memoirs of Kitty Siam -- Twenty Three Men and a Priestess.

The village had no need for a police force or constabulary since violence like this was unheard of in this village. When things out of the ordinary like this did happen it fell to the Chief, the Alpha, and the Monk to sort everything out. It did not take long for this trio to be assembled around me on the shrine's plateau. I was ready to face a flurry of questions as to what had happened when Jobu tapped me with his cane to arouse me from my meditation. Instead of being bombarded with questions about the dead sailors, I was simply asked if I was ok.

Once out of my trance I was quickly able to get caught up on the conversation between the Chief and the Alpha, Their theory was that the three drunken men had fought over something of importance, most likely who was going to have me first as I sat before the alter in prayer. Since there was no blood or marks on me and the position of the bodies indicated that there was a fierce battle, the logical conclusion was that they fought and killed each other. The Chief insisted that this was how the deaths had occurred as none of the Pa'u villagers would sully the shrine with such violence. Rakku the Alpha added that a slender and demure Priestess such as myself could ever take on three armed ruffians and survive the encounter. Of course these were theories that I did nothing to cast doubt upon. I maintained that I was deep in meditation and did not hear or see anything throughout the night. The three village leaders were more than happy to accept their theories. In all the excitement I had failed to retrieve my steel spike from the throat of one of the victims and from that day forward as long as I stayed in the village I used wooden pins instead of the ones made of steel.

I made an effort to assist with the removal of the bodies but the Alpha and his men would have none of that and I was quickly escorted away and into the company of Jobu who offered to escort me to breakfast. This was an offer I did not refuse because it got me away from the scene of the crime, and I was famished. Jobu and I enjoyed our typical breakfast with the villagers and of course the major topic of conversation was the dead sailors at the shrine. I had said earlier that there were about three to four hundred people living in the village... well, I think about three quarters of them stopped by our table to check on my health and try to find out more about what had happened. I was so happy to get away from the breakfast table and return to the shrine to continue my work on repairing the healing beam.

Jobu, and I made our way back to the shrine followed by the six men from the village that had been tasked with helping us. It was after midday when the statues and the benches had been cleared away from the back wall of the shrine. Using a crude ladder I made my way to the top of the wall then used a sonic spanner to uncouple the stone panel covering the electronics. The stone cover was heavy and in modern times would have required a crane to move but seeing as how no such device was available, thirty men were summoned from the village, and using an A frame along with many ropes the stone cover was removed and laid carefully to rest on the floor of the shrine. With the electronics fully exposed I was able to get my first actual look at the technology behind the functions of the alter. I had gone over the schematics many times before the cover was removed and it was easy to pick out the systems that ran the medical scanners and healing beam, but to my surprise there were several other systems there that I had not expected to see. I made a note to explore those at another time.

I thanked the men that had come to help us then dismissed them for the day. I needed some privacy and some time to myself to trace out the electronics and find the problem. Jobu also thanked the men then took a seat behind me out of the way to watch as I worked. My eyes and fingers darted from circuit to circuit and after several hours of troubleshooting I found twenty seven areas in the circuitry that had scorch marks on them as if from a power overload or short circuit. It only took me a few seconds to send digital images to Maintenance Command and arrange for replacement modules to be fabricated. The only problem was going to be getting the modules to the shrine without the villagers seeing them be delivered by a maintenance bot or hover drone.

I checked the maintenance logs and found that the tunnel repair project was moving right along and was about 90% complete. I estimated that it would be a day or so before the bots would reach the complex under the shrine. Checking once again with Maintenance Control I found that the parts I needed would be finished about the same time as the tunnel repair so with that in mind I ordered that the parts be delivered by tunnel. I also directed that once the tunnel was serviceable that a few bots be tasked with cleaning the facility below the shrine and giving the electronics and other systems installed there a good once over to make sure that everything was in working order.

When evening came I stayed at the shrine going over the other systems I had found in the wall. Noticing that I did not show up for dinner Diya was kind enough to prepare a plate of food and brought it to the shrine. She kept me company while I ate and questioned me on what I was doing. I did my best to explain it to her, and though she had never seen electronics before, she was able to understand my explanations. Seeing her desire to learn I went into teaching mode and did my best to help her to understand. 

After I had finished my dinner Diya excused herself and returned to her aunt. I was hesitant to leave the exposed circuitry unguarded during the night so after Diya was out of sight I undressed myself and switched back into feline form where I spent the night guarding the shrine and going through schematics in an attempt to identify the other systems installed in the wall behind the alter. I also pulled up the "owner's manual" for the alter's medical system and read through it. Since I was going to be the Priestess of this shrine I thought that it would be a good idea to know how to use the installed systems.

When morning came I quickly changed back into human form before any of the villagers arrived to snuff out the torches and such that lit the shrine at night. I was closer to understanding the other systems in the wall and was able to identify nine damaged modules to these systems as well. When I contacted Maintenance Control for replacement parts I requested the full schematics to go along with the replacement modules and in a few seconds I had the diagrams transmitted through my internal wireless system. I had received three separate diagrams labeled, Deflector Array Node Six, Village Weather Control, and Defense Grid Node Six. 

Diya once again brought me food and after breakfast I spent the rest of the morning working undisturbed until I was contacted by Maintenance Control and informed that the parts and pieces that I had requested had been delivered to the base of the steps below the alter. Diya had gone to the river along with the rest of the villagers, as it was the day of the bathing ritual. I was beginning to smell a bit ripe and vowed to bathe as soon as I was done with my work for the day.

It did not take me long to remove and replace the damaged modules and once that was done I contacted Maintenance Control and inquired about putting full power to the shrine so that I could test out my work. I was informed that there would be a delay as the maintenance bots were now working on the equipment installed in the facility below the shrine and needed the power turned off while they made repairs. I had a few hours to kill while they went about their work. The hold up was due to degradation in the main power coupling due to corrosion. The area of the tunnel that had collapsed had allowed water to enter the tunnel and the humidity had gotten into the power coupling. It was also this humidity that caused the blast door between this facility and the subway tunnel to become rusted shut.

I used the time I had to once again go over my work and rescan each module that I had installed. By the time my scan was completed, Maintenance Control informed me that full power was available on my command. It was then that I ordered that the power be brought up slowly so as not to cause a massive surge on a system that had been non responsive for a few millennia. As the power came on the circuits began to emit a slight glow. I connected wirelessly to one of the consoles under the shrine and monitored the power flow through the system and was impressed with my work, and equally impressed that the whole damn thing did not explode in my face.

When the power up was complete several quick flashes were observed from the crystal obelisk behind the alter. The flashes ran through the entire color spectrum and as each color was display in the crystal, the alter was bathed in the same color light. Even in daylight the light show from the obelisk was visible from the village below and as word spread the villagers began to flock to the shrine to pray. Jobu was carried to the alter where he took his place and led the chant. The chanting continued until the light show from the obelisk ceased, and once the lights stopped flashing, the console I was monitoring indicated a successful test. 

There was one more test that I wanted to conduct but that would have to wait for another time when there were not so many villagers around. I needed to test the system on a human, and that human would be Jobu. Since he was in poor health I was determined to scan him, identify the malady and repair it, but for this I did not want an audience in case something went horribly wrong. I also did not want to villagers to know if I found something seriously wrong with my friend. It would be better for me to tell him and then let him decide if and when to inform the others.

After the light show ended there were several rounds of prayers to be chanted then once that was done I organized our original work party and had the stone cover reinstalled to hide and protect the sensitive electronics. Once the work was finished the workers were dismissed for daily prayers and dinner. Once again I stayed behind to tend to the shrine's installed system and Diya was kind enough to notice my absence and bring me dinner. She watched as I worked and was curious as to what I was doing and asked me many questions, which I gladly answered.

I was getting impatient and itching to give the medical scanner its first test. I had expected Jobu to return after dinner but instead he made his way to the river for a bath, this left Diya as my only test subject. She looked to be in perfect health, but I thought it would be a good idea to scan her and find out for sure. Diya did not resist when I escorted her to the alter and asked her to lay flat on her back. Once I had her in position I cautioned her to remain still as I went through the activation sequence that I had watched Jobu run through a few days ago.

Once the correct symbols were pressed on the wall behind the alter the crystal obelisk turned blue and a drawer in the alter slid open to reveal a keyboard covered with Annu symbols and next to the keyboard was a flat panel display that awaited the results from the scan that was about to be performed. Referring back to the owner's manual I allowed my fingers to work over the keyboard and with in seconds Diya was bathed in an electric blue glow as the beam lanced out from the obelisk and began the scanning process. The beam moved slowly from her head to her feet then moved back up to her head as it performed a secondary scan.

A few seconds after the scan had been completed the monitor in the drawer flashed to life and displayed a representation of Diya's body with several problem areas indicated by red, yellow, and green symbols. First I tapped the green symbols with the tip of my index finger and was shown a small list of minor injuries found on Diya's feet, hands and wrist. This was nothing serious, just a few minor scrapes, a bug bite and a slight sprain to her right wrist. I guess I should have started with the more serious items first but I wanted my first test to be something simple. 

Once the items in green were selected it took only a few taps on the keys to deploy the healing beam which was more of a teal color than the bright blue of the scanning beam. In a matter of seconds the beam had passed over the areas indicated on the monitor, then the healing beam disappeared and a new scan was conducted. After the scan was complete the results on the monitor were updated and the green items were missing from the readout, which indicated a successful test.

Next I touched my finger to the yellow symbol and only one item was displayed on the yellow list. My understanding of ancient Annu medical terminology was limited but with the help of the UT I was able to figure out that the problem displayed in yellow was an intestinal parasite that if not treated could cause her to make a few days worth of quick trips to the outhouse. It was nothing serious and from the information listed on the screen, her body would remove the parasite on its own but I decided to spare her the discomfort and remove the little beastie myself. 

After the parasite was neutralized I went and had a look at the only item listed in red. I was afraid that it would be something serious so I saved this for last. I tapped the red symbol and the display changed to show a view of Diya's brain. It seemed that the treatment rendered by the emergency medical kit was incomplete, and there was still some deep bruising that had not been properly healed. I was guessing that it was probably from my lack of experience with the equipment or perhaps said equipment not being fully charged could have contributed to the incomplete treatment. Whatever the reason, it only took a few seconds for the healing beam to reach under the skin and bone protecting her brain and solve the problem.

After the repairs were completed the scanning beam activated once again, and this time Diya was given a clean bill of health by the shrine's medical system. The whole process from start to finish was under seven minutes, but my explanation to Diya as to what I had done took over twenty minutes. While I was explaining everything to Diya, two young men had brought Jobu to the top of the stairs where he politely thanked them before making his way over to the alter. I quickly explained to the elderly monk what I had just done with the system then asked if he would mind if I could do the same for him. He was delighted to volunteer and cooperated fully as Diya and myself helped him onto the alter. The young men that had carried Jobu up the stairs observed what we were doing and knew what this meant. They quickly moved to the front of the alter and dropped down to their knees and began to pray for Jobu.

I really did not want an audience, but there was no way I could tell these young men to leave now. Diya made an attempt to join the men praying at the alter but I caught her arm and pulled her back to me with the instruction to watch and learn. I also cautioned her to tell no one about what was about to happen or what she was about to see and hear. She smiled at me and agreed, I then directed her attention to the keyboard and display. The medical scan began and repeated itself thirty two times over the course of twenty minutes. Each time the beam passed over Jobu a few more red items would be listed on the monitor. By the time the scan was done there were nine pages of red items listed for Jobu. Seventeen of those items were listed as terminal, and four of those were listed as untreatable.

My friend the monk was suffering from cancerous tumors, most being untreatable due to their advanced stages. There were many other items listed but the cancer and the arterial issues were the most serious. The onset of dementia was also a concern for me as it would be sad to watch a friend lose his mind over time. However, that time would be very short as the readout indicated that he had perhaps a month or less to live given the advance stages of his afflictions. 

I consulted the medical database to see what sort of treatment would be available for such this long list of maladies, and what I found was disturbing. The indication was that trying to treat so many issues would probably kill the patient faster than the diseases due to his already weakened condition and advanced age. The only help that the database could provide is to tell me how to treat his body to lessen his daily suffering. As Jobu lay on the alter I discussed my findings with him and he confirmed that he knew that he was ill and that it would not be long before he joined the Great Maker. Diya and I listened to him as he told us of his long and happy life. As he took on the role of a bard, I kept looking over the data that the scanner had compiled and noticed that his age was listed at one hundred and fifty four years old.

While Diya and I conversed with Jobu I activated the healing beam and did my best to treat his most severe symptoms and lessen his pain and discomfort. After we were done he was able to walk the stairs from the shrine without assistance but once at the bottom of the stairs he admitted that he should not have done this, as he was feeling very weak. The three of us had dinner with the Chief and the rest of the elders and Jobu informed them what we had discovered. The group as a whole was saddened to learn that they would be losing their friend and their monk and the conversation turned to who would replace Jobu. The obvious answer was that I would be his replacement as having a Priestess was much better than having a monk. I knew that I could not stay here for the rest of my days so I had to come up with an alternate solution soon. 

Over the next week I worked on fine tuning the medical system of the shrine and had it working well. I had made arrangements with the village elders, the Chief, and Jobu to allow Diya to remain at my side as I worked on the shrine's systems and they agreed. There were still no families in the village that were willing to donate their teenage sons to take up the saffron robes of the monkhood. My intent was to teach Diya as much as I could about the shrine's systems so that at least someone in the village would know how they worked after Jobu and I moved on.

Diya was quick to understand which symbols to press to activate the beams but was having trouble comprehending the theory behind the buttons and the actions that the healing and scanning beams were performing. It seemed as if there was a disconnect between her learning and retaining the higher level aspects of the job that I was trying to teach her. Several times I broke each task and operation down into its basic parts and yet she still could not understand it. This caused me to believe that there may still be some damage to her brain that the scanner did not detect and correct on her last brain scan.

With that theory in mind I asked Diya to recline on the alter and remain perfectly still. I explained to her that I was going to conduct a deep scan of her brain and produce detailed schematic to determine if there was any lingering damage from the injury that she had sustained. Of course she agreed as our relationship had progressed to the point that a deep bond of trust existed between the two of us. 

Once she was in position I adjusted the settings on the scanning beam and the obelisk came to life. The blue light lanced out and made contact with Diya's head and proceeded to make many passes between the top of her head to the top of her spine. Each pass was slow and deliberate and the full scan lasted over fifteen minutes. When the scan was complete Diya slipped off the alter and joined me at the control console and watched me work. The monitor that her scan was displayed on was small and it was hard to read though the data and locate each point on the map of her brain. Referring to the owner's manual that I kept on file in my PDA I ran through a few key sequences and shifted the display from the monitor to a six foot tall holographic representation of Diya's brain that was now being projected in front of the alter.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 41



Once the display was up of her brain we were able to walk around the hologram and take notes of the different areas that affected higher learning, but we could see no obvious damage. I have to admit that my medical training was limited to emergency first aid, but one thing that helped was being connected to the Central Core by wireless and I was able to interrogate the medical database to help fill in the gaps in my medical knowledge. 

Once I was certain that there was no damage to her brain I asked the Central Core computer to take control of the scan information and play it forward like a movie from start to finish to show the electrical activity in each part of her brain as the scan progressed. The moving hologram in front of the alter drew a small crowd over the thirty minutes that it took for the entire scan to play. I had noticed during the initial playback that several areas of her brain that dealt with long term memory, detailed cognitive processes, and higher levels of comparative thinking were dark and showed no electrical activity other than the minimal amount needed to keep the brain tissue in those areas alive.

The next step was to run the playback again in slow motion and observe these areas closely. This time the playback took nearly four hours and during this time the sun began to set and the lights from the hologram could now be seen flicking in the village below. When the crew tasked to illuminate the shrine came to perform their nightly ritual I asked them not to light the torches and caldrons as the darkness aided my visualization of the hologram. The villagers did not know what to make of what they were seeing so some of them knelt and began to chant prayers to the Great Maker, and even Jobu joined them, as he was also lost as to what he was seeing. I could see that Diya was struggling to understand as well and I did my best to explain what we were looking at and what we were looking for.

Once the slow motion replay was completed I was still confounded as to why certain areas of her brain were showing minimal activity when there was no damage visible. My next thought was to conduct the same scan on a few of the other villagers and when I asked for volunteers similar in age to Diya, both Sneha and Pesha stepped up to be scanned. It took a little over an hour to scan the two of them. Once the scan was complete I had the scan data displayed in holographic form in front of the alter. This allowed Diya and I to look at all three holographic brains at the same time. 

I started the slow motion playback of all three scans and as the holographic movie played we were able to look at the function of all three brains. It was clear to see that all three women had suppressed electrical activity in the same areas of their brains. The conclusion that I had come to was that this was something that all of the villagers had in common, and now I was looking for a reason for this disconnect.

I looked in the Central Core for any similar scans that may have been conducted on the Annunaki that had once lived here and found several scans that met my search perimeters. Only two were female and of the same age group as Diya and my volunteers. I set their scans up to display in the holographic group as I did with my three test subjects and as I watched the electrical patterns play out in detail I could see that the Annunaki women had increased electrical activity where the Pa'u subjects did not. This prompted me to ask the Central Core to run a comparison between the five test subjects and report on the differences.

It was close to dawn when the results were ready to display, and by this time the villagers had gone back to the village to begin their preparations for morning prayers and breakfast. Diya had gone too and returned later with breakfast for the both of us. We ate, talked and poured over the data and it was close to midday when I had my answer. The difference was genetic. The Central Core proposed a theory that the Pa'u and perhaps the inhabitants of the other villages had been genetically manipulated to prevent them from using their natural abilities of higher learning. Their DNA was encoded so that minimal electrical stimulation reached these areas of the brain, which would keep them from questioning their role in society. 

Thinking back to the carvings that I deciphered in the caves and tunnels on Mars, and on the writings of the temple on Rontara, it was clear that the Annunaki wanted to keep their worker class subservient and the best way to do that was to prevent them from being able think and learn at a higher level. In other words, they kept their slaves as dumb as possible so that they would not revolt once their realized their position in life. This also got me to thinking about the people that I had encountered on Galora and how they had never progressed past Iron Age technology in over 20,000 years of civilization. 

With this in mind I quickly had Diya back on the alter and had the medical scanner do a complete map of her genome. Once the scan was complete it was easy for the Central Core computer to identify the areas that needed to be addressed to correct the problem. Next I referred to the owner's manual and read through the second on DNA resequencing and found the process that I needed to reverse the DNA locks that the Annunaki had imposed on Diya through heredity. 

Finding what I needed I keyed in the proper sequence to allow the healing beam to activate, but instead of the beam streaking towards Diya, what I got was a big red flashing security warning. It seems that the Annunaki took steps to prevent anyone from doing what I was attempting to do. This prompted me to review the security settings on the console to see why I could not do this operation and then it occurred to me that the default access level for the console was for someone of Jobu's rank and status. There was no way that the Annunaki would let a lowly monk undo what their genetic engineers had created over 80,000 years ago.

As the security warning flashed I keyed in the logoff command and terminated the monk level access, then issued the command to accept a logon scan from the rectangular security pad mounted into the wall behind the alter. Once I pressed my hand to the reader I felt the familiar tingle as my DNA was scanned and was rewarded with an acceptance tone and the familiar, "Greetings Princess Maew." Having authenticated properly the console would now accept my commands to reprogram Diya's DNA. While I was setting up the DNA probe within the healing module, I also found and changed the DNA programming that would allow Diya's new DNA sequence to be passed along to her offspring so that their thought processes would not be limited.

Reprogramming the DNA for the entire village would be a monstrous task that I planned to avoid, not to mention the chaos that this might cause in the village once everyone was able to think and reason at a higher level. While I was logged into the console I did a little reprogramming of my own and added a few lines of code to the operating system that would make the DNA adjustments necessary to each villager that was scanned and treated at the shrine. The changes would only unlock the portion of the villager's DNA so that the mental locks would only be removed on their offspring. This would allow the local population to gradually regain the power of higher level reasoning and learning. I also transmitted these changes to the Central Core with instructions that this new programming be sent to other shrines and temples that were still online so that the future generations in other villages would also be free thinkers. I knew that once I sent these instructions out that I would have to visit the other shrines and temples to make sure that they were still connected to the Central Core and received the new updates.

Once my changes were submitted and compiled, it took the healing beam forty five minutes to conduct three full passes over her body to reprogram her DNA. The remapping left her a bit wobbly for a few hours as her body and mind adjusted to its new programming. We took the next few days off from shrine maintenance and her education to let her body recover and regain its strength. I have to admit that after that marathon session I too needed some time away from the technology of the shrine.

I was concerned that Diya would suffer some ill effects of the reprogramming but over the next few days I observed none. As she got her strength back she became more inquisitive of the world around her. As we conversed with others I found her asking more questions of them and of me and I could see that she was retaining the things that she had learned. I was not quite ready to start teaching her more about the shrine and its systems so we took it easy and kept away from anything technological.

During our little technological vacation, Diya and I spent a lot of time at the river and walking about the village. I met many more of the villagers and learned more about their lives and their culture. When made our way to the shop owned by Diya's aunt we made an attempt to help her with her daily chores and I found that not only was I escorted away from anything work related, Diya was as well. During the day we made several attempts to join in and help with community projects and we were both escorted out of the way. It seems that Diya was being seen more as my apprentice and perhaps a future Priestess, and like me she was ushered quickly away from manual or demeaning labor that was beneath the status of a holy woman.

The two of us became inseparable and where I went she was right beside me. On the final day of our self-imposed banishment from anything electronic, I took my usual dinner seat with Jobu, Pramunkha, and the village elders, but on this night there was an extra seat at the table for Diya. I knew then that the village leaders had accepted her as my apprentice. As we ate several questions came out about the light show that Diya and I had put on with the holographic representations of the humanoid brain and I did my best to answer most of their questions. What surprised me was when Diya out of the blue began to answer questions from the elders that I thought were way above her level of understanding. This was confirmation that I had successfully reprogrammed the genetic locks that had suppressed her ability to comprehend complex subject matter. Unfortunately the elders had not been reprogrammed and they were incapable of understanding what we were saying but they nodded in agreement as if they did. I suppose it was their way of saving face.

I watched Diya for a while and checked her answers, and only on several occasions did I have to correct her on minor issues. Of course I made my corrections in private, and I found that Diya was diligent enough to track down each elder involved in the conversation and let them know that she had made a mistake before providing the correct answer to their question. As the days turned into weeks Diya was able to take over the day to day operations of the shrine's healing system which relieved Jobu to relax and enjoy what little time he had left. This also allowed me to delve deeper into the shrine's systems.

My exploration of the shrine's systems required me to make many trips under the alter to the facility below. Over time I began to take Diya with me and explain what I was doing and what I was looking for. After several weeks we put it all together and once again I had to swear Diya to secrecy. The shrine did contain a weather control system for this village and a search of the diagrams and plans in the Central Core revealed that each village on the outside rim of a giant circle contained a one piece of a defense system that protected the villages and the Central Command center. In the event of an attack or other emergency the small control rooms would be manned and provide a backup control center for the neighboring defense node, as well as monitor and provide support for the node they were controlling.

The circle was not only marked by the villages; in between the villages were a curved line of marker stones that outlined the coverage circle of the various deflectors. From the information we were able to recover, whenever a village was threatened an individual deflector could be activated to protect the village from a wild fire, severe storm, or some other form of disaster. In the event of a major threat the deflectors from each village and the temple above the Central Command facility would provide an energy barrier in the shape of a dome that would protect everything inside the ring of marker stones. Upon learning this I assigned the maintenance bots to explore and map out the underground passages that lead to the various shrines and to begin working to restore the highspeed subway system that connected all of the shrines to each other and to the Central Command facility.

In all the time that I had spent with the Pa'u the maintenance bots had done a fantastic job of getting the Central Command facility restored to a fully operational condition. Unfortunately it was restored to a condition that was about 60,000 years out of date. Inside my PDA and contained within Sheba were the plans and schematics to make a 40,000 year technological advance in the Central Command facility and its Central Core. The first thing that I needed to do was to prepare the Central Core to be able to accommodate the Sheba AI. Over time I submitted detailed schematics to Maintenance Control to have bots assigned to upgrade a specific systems. I tried to disguise what my intentions were when I issued my orders as I was not sure how well the Central Core computer would take it if it figured out what I was planning to do. 

At the end of this particular week I had gone to the river with Diya and Jobu. As Diya and I assisted in bathing Jobu he brought up the subject of the King's coronation anniversary. He had made the decision that he would be unable to attend due to his condition but insisted that the village shrine be represented in the procession of the monks at the coronation festival. Jobu had spoken with the Chief and the village elders and recommended that I take his place. He warned me that the other holy men from the other villages might not be receptive to the idea accepting of a woman in their ranks, but he believed that as a Priestess I was the logical choice to go in his place. Jobu informed me that he would prepare a letter of introduction under his seal for me to present to the Grand Monk in the hope that he would accept me in Jobu's place. After all, it had been many generations since any village or town had a Priestess, so any assistance from Jobu would be welcome.

We talked at length about the ceremony and he filled me in on the details. Every five years the King celebrated the anniversary of his ascension to the throne and during the celebration the monks would get together to discuss the religious issues concerning their villagers. The Grand Monk who was always the monk that was assigned to the King's temple would take what ever was discussed and agreed upon to the King. Since the King appointed the Grand Monk, he usually got his way when it came to matters of the shrines and temples. 

Diya would remain in the village to assist Jobu and to continue the treatment that I had set up for him to reduce his pain to make his final days more peaceful. The night before we left the village I had given Diya instructions on how to contact me if she needed my assistance. I had set up several macros in the function keys on one of the consoles under the shrine that would allow her to ping my internal wireless receiver. This would let me know that she was calling and I could respond when I was able. 

I was not sure how long our journey would take but as Jobu handed his introduction letter to me as we boarded the boat that would take us north. I was sure that this would be the last time I would see Jobu due to his failing health. I accepted his letter and hugged him tightly. We held our embrace for a few minutes and then as we parted I softly kissed his cheek and wished him well. Along with the introduction letter Jobu presented me with a hand written book of his favorite prayers and chants. When no one was looking I used the wardrobe device to store Jobu's book for safekeeping. Along the journey I thought of Jobu and the book that he had given me and I felt that this was his way of passing the torch to me as he too knew that he would be joining the Great Maker before we could be together again. As Diya watched us, I could see in her eyes that she knew it as well. Her red eyes and the tears streaming down her cheeks were a dead give away.

I took my place at the bow of the boat as instructed by its Captain. We would be traveling up stream and the places aft of the bow were reserved for the crew and the men who would row the boat. There were twenty-three of us and other than myself, the rest of my traveling companions were male. Being the strong men that they were they were assigned a place on the deck of the flat-bottomed boat where they were expected to assist the crew in rowing. The boat had two canvas sails but their size would only allow them to use the wind to augment the human powered oars as there was not a lot of usable wind on the river. The sails were better suited for coastal sailing.

As we made our way north I had a chance to look over my fellow travelers and converse with some of them when they took a break from rowing. Between the crew and the men traveling with me there were enough rowers for two crews, which allowed one crew to take a few hours rest before returning to rowing. The Chief and his wife were noticeably absent from the group. While they both were in good health, their accumulation of years convinced them that the younger men would fair better on this trip.

The leader of the traveling group was Raku the village Alpha. After picking him out of the crowd I looked around for Raffa and Palu but neither of them had come along. Palu remained back at the village to assist the Chief and fill in for Raku while he was gone. I never learned why Raffa did not make the trip but I snickered to myself when the thought crossed my mind that he might have stayed behind to keep an eye out for spirits in the night that leave wet spots on his mattress. I was hoping that Sneha or Raffa would have made the trip. It would have been nice to travel with someone that I already knew.

The men in my traveling party treated me well and with respect, though the sailors that were assigned to the boat often looked at me in a sexual manner. I was thankful that my assigned place on the boat was up front and away from those men. Those sailors had a pretty foul odor to them and being at the bow of the boat allowed me to escape the stench of sweat and rum.

We traveled for three days up river and stopped each night to sleep. The men made camp in areas that had been well used by previous travelers. I attempted to set up my own tent but Raku would not permit it and assigned a few of the men to tend to my needs. I was truly beginning to feel like Princess/Priestess, though I always tried to assist when I could but just like in the village, my assistance was refused as it was below my station. Of course if someone was sick or injured my help was instantly sought out and I was thankful that I had brought along the now fully charged emergency medical kit. Thankfully I did not have to bring much else with me since the wardrobe device would take care of all of my clothing needs.

Speaking of clothing, the night before we left Jobu had presented me with a new set of saffron robes made in the same style as his own, though custom tailored to fit my slender female form. The robes resembled the white sari that I wore more than the typical style that the monks wore which I was thankful for since I would look pretty silly in Jobu's robes. Unlike the robes that the monks wore, the female version of the garment left the right shoulder bare. When I dressed for the journey the morning we left I used the wardrobe device to scan the robes then recreated the design on my body using the best silk that the device had on file. Since I was going to be wearing these robes for an eleven day trip, I wanted them to be as thin, and comfortable as possible. Of course once I noticed all of my traveling companions were male, I made a quick wardrobe change to add a bra to my ensemble... I did not want to be showing off my thinly covered nipples, which might give someone the wrong idea about my sexual needs at the moment.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 41



While our boat moved northward I had plenty of time to read through the book that Jobu had presented me. I read it through once and while I was reading I added his words, prayers and chants to my PDA for future reference. I figured that this might come in handy in the future, and I believe that Jobu felt the same when he decided to make it a gift to me upon my departure from the village.

After four days of traveling by boat we made camp for the night. We had come to a point where the river turned to the east and our course now was to the northwest, so in the morning we would continue our journey on foot. Upon learning of this I was tempted to change into something more suited for hiking, but thought it best to stay in costume and do my best to play the role of the demure Asian Priestess. I did well in the sandals that I was wearing, though I had to be careful of what I stepped on or stepped in. 

When we broke camp in the morning we traveled along an old road that looked like it had not been maintained for several thousand of years. It was not the smooth pavement that you would expect on a modern road, it resembled something that you would have found in old Rome in ancient Greece. We were able to make good time and the men offered several times to slow down or stop so that I could rest, but since I was not the delicate flower that they thought, I was able to keep up and declined their offers to rest. When they rested, I would too but I would not allow them to stop because they thought I could not keep up the pace.

We brought along some dried fish to eat and at dinnertime the men would go out and forage for whatever the jungle would provide. Several times I found myself climbing a nearby banana, mango, papaya or coconut tree to help contribute to our evening meal. A few of the men caught me up in the trees on several occasions but did not make a big deal about it. Usually my getting caught brought me a wink and a smile as I sheepishly climbed back down to the ground with snacks for my fellow travelers.

Our first stop on the trail was beside a wide stream. A few of the men brought nets and were able to catch enough fish for us to eat pretty well. After dinner came the bathing ritual and for that I was thankful. After five days without a bath I was smelling quite ripe. I did my best to wash up by the river but for some reason my traveling party did not bathe so I followed their lead... I also followed their lead on the fifth day when they all stripped off their sarongs and slipped into the stream. As I removed and hung my garments on a nearby tree, I could feel twenty-two sets of male eyes upon me as I slipped naked into the stream. If the stream were deeper I could have made a dive into the water to see how many one eyed male eels were looking at me.

As I looked the young men over that I caught staring at me the most, a few of them blushed quickly when my eyes met theirs. Until I showed up in the village, none of these men had ever seen a "Priestess" and were unfamiliar with how to act in one's presence. I surmised from Earthly traditions, it was not a good idea to pursue a nun, Priest, or Priestess in a sexual manner, but of course this was not Earth. From what I could see through the water, a number of the younger men were having a few impure thoughts as they took in the sight of their nude bathing Priestess. Ah, but if they could only know the impure thoughts that their Priestess was having at the moment... twenty thee studs and a Priestess. One look at my poor needy little brown nipples was enough to show that I too was lost in thought. Thankfully I was too far away from the men for them to gauge just how excited I was, and if they did noticed I convinced myself that I could easily blame the chilly water.

The group concluded its communal bath and for some reason the majority of the men waited for their Priestess to exit the stream before they did the same. I had my suspicions as to their behavior and just the thought brought a smirk and a giggle as I dried and dressed my self in full view of my adoring travel companions. I was tempted to sway softly and dance about as I dressed but I thought that would probably be in bad taste so I just went about the business of dressing in as dull and boring manner as I could.

Before we headed off to sleep I led the camp in chanting the evening prayers. We did not keep to the regular order of praying, eating, and bathing while we were away from the village, but no one complained. I was complimented often on the soft sound of my voice while chanting, and once I over heard one of the younger men remark that my chanting was really sexy.

We had breakfast in the morning then broke camp. There was nothing elaborate about our morning meal, which consisted of leftovers from the previous night. As we traveled I moved about in the group talking to the young men and got to know them by name. Being the only woman in the group I was asked to keep near the Alpha as much as possible. There were no threats on the horizon but Raku informed me that he had made a promise to the elders, the Chief, and Jobu that he would keep me safe. Little did he know that his Priestess was a trained assassin with retractable claws that could easily disembowel any attacker. Even with this in mind I continued to play the demure Priestess in the presence of my traveling companions.

Our days were pretty much the same as we followed the stream to the north. On the ninth day of our journey we came upon fellow pilgrims from another village. They were similar in number to our group but they brought along their Chief and their village elders, which slowed them down enough that we caught up to them. They had a full eight days head start on us but being the youngsters that we were we covered the distance much faster. 

We could have pressed on for a few more hours before making camp for the night but Raku decided that we would spend the night with the pilgrims from the village of Ant'uk. Our young men pitched our tents then together with our new friends they went to the stream for fish while the women gathered fruits and such from the near by trees. I attempted to go forage with the women but once again Raku put an end to that notion and sat me down under a tree to pray with the monks from Ant'uk.

To the monks from Ant'uk I was a curiosity. Like the women from Pa'u, the women of Ant'uk wore only a simple sarong that covered from their waist to the knees. The older women were permitted to cover their breasts but only a few did. Those that did were the wives of the village elders. The prayers that the monks were chanting were different than those that Jobu had written in his book. I was able to pick up the chant on the second time through and joined in with the monks. The prayer that they were chanting was for the men who had gone off fishing. They were praying for a good catch for the evening meal, and it seemed that their prayer worked as the men returned with enough fish for everyone.

After the prayers were concluded I made the first move and introduced myself to the monks as simply "Maew of Pa'u", and left off the Priestess honorific. They in turn introduced themselves as Soku, and Maruk. Both looked to be close in age to Jobu, which surprised me that they would make such a journey at their advanced age. Even though they were both carried in their own palanquin, the long journey had to be rough on them.

During the dinner hour I made small talk with the monks from the other village. Our conversation did not go into detail about anything and when I tried to inquire about their duties and customs as monks, they quickly changed the subject. I got the impression that they were not willing to share their experiences with a woman in monk's robes no matter how sexy she looked in them. They were cordial enough but not forthcoming with much information. They did ask how Jobu was, and were saddened to learn that he was near the end of his days. They did enquire about the healing light from the shrine. It seemed that it was well known that the light would not come in the shrine of the Pa'u. They finally began to take me seriously when I informed them that the light of the Great Maker was once again in the shrine of the Pa'u.

Now all of a sudden they wanted to talk to me and find out how the healing light was restored. This is when I began to ask more questions than I answered. The monks recounted stories of how the light had also left several other shrines through out the kingdom. One was even bold enough to volunteer that the light never came to the Grand Temple of the King. A fellow monk quickly hushed him as if he had spoken the unspeakable. 

Now that I had their attention and they were hungry for information, I explained that my assistant Diya and I had convinced the light to return. The next obvious question from them was an inquiry as to why the healing light could not restore Jobu to health. Sadly I had to tell them that their friend was much too old and had been ill for far too long for the light to help him once it was repaired. They nodded then said a short prayer to the Great Maker to take Jobu peacefully into his care.

It was getting late and the monks had left me to turn in for the night, but I was not yet ready to sleep. The moon was still full and was close to setting for the night when I made my way to the stream. The water looked so inviting as the moonlight appeared to ripple across its surface. I slipped out of my clothing and slipped into the water. I wish it had been deep enough for a good swim but the water only came up to the bottom of my breasts when I reached the stream's deepest point. I just waded about in the gently flowing water as I pondered the day's events.

While I was in the water one of the men from the other group came to the stream as well. Since the moon was beginning to set he was unable to see me in the shadows created by the trees that acted as a canopy over the stream. I was able to see him perfectly as he stripped off his sarong and slipped into the water. He appeared to be a few inches taller than me but that was just a guess at the time. He was slightly older than me, perhaps in his middle twenties. His body was rugged and well muscled and built similar to Raffa and Palu. His hair was long and black and flowed down over his shoulders to the mid point of his back. As I drooled over this studly man I had to remind myself that a Priestess probably should not go catting around with just any naked young man that she just happened to come across in a poorly lit stream, unless he was the other tribe's Alpha.



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 42



Memoirs of Kitty Siam – One Way Ticket.

His name was Attu, the Alpha of Prim'u village. Unlike the Pa'u who referred to themselves as villagers, the Prim'u thought of themselves as a tribe. From this reference and Attu's description of his people, I got the impression that they were more people oriented than the Pa'u who put the village needs ahead of those of the individual. Seeing Attu alone in the dark at the stream gave me the idea that I needed to put the wants of my little kitty ahead of the needs of anyone else.

Attu had been busy tending to some drama that had cropped up in his tribe and missed the sunset bathing ritual that both groups had agreed upon. Attu began splashing about, enjoying his time alone and did not notice me sneaking up on him from behind. As he reached for the soap my hand beat him to it, and his hand landed upon mine. In the darkness he could not see me or identify who I was, though he probably would guess in the morning being that I was the only female in the camp that was almost as tall as he was and spoke with a strange accent that had never been heard in his village before.

I took the soap in both hands and worked up a good lather, and then I began the washing ritual that I had observed many times in the Pa'u village. I leaned in tight and pressed my breasts against his strong warm back. My nipples came alive as they brushed against his flesh. From behind I reached around and applied the soap to his chest. I started from his shoulders and worked my way down his wonderfully muscled pectorals. My fingers found his nipples as my soapy hands played over his chest. Teasingly I circled my fingers around each firm brown nub and enjoyed the feeling of them hardening more to my touch. At the same time I pressed in harder from behind and used my breast to massage his back, which was a prelude to my pressing my lips against the side of his neck and giving it a playful nip, followed by a little suction.

In no time I had him squirming and moaning as I massaged, soaped, and nibbled my way across his shoulder and up and down his neck. Once I had his chest and abs thoroughly soaped I began working on his back with my hands, and then with my chest. As I pushed forward, he pushed back against me causing my firm little twins to pancake against my ribs. The more contact my nipples made with his flesh, the more excited I became. The soap was now beginning to dry out and was becoming stickier than slippery, so I started splashing his chest and back with water. As I splashed he turned to me and splashed back which resulted in an all out splashing battle that only ended when he picked up my naked body and tossed me into the middle of the stream.

As I came back up from under the water he was laughing wildly and commenting on how big a splash as slender girl could make. Not to be out done by him I calmly made my way back to him then as quickly as I could I twisted into him, put my butt up against his hip as my arm slipped under his. Before he realized what was about to happen I pitched forward and pushed backward with my backside and leveraged him over me. I hip tossed him over me causing him to land in the water with a big splash. Now it was my turn to laugh as he dragged himself up to his feet to stand before me.

We stood eye to eye, but it was only my cat's eyes that could really see in the darkness. He smirked at me and I smirked back, and then my right hand moved like a fish under the water to take hold of his manhood and give it a few gentle strokes. My hand moved faster and that was when he leaned towards me and whispered, "I have a wife waiting for me back in my village." 

I did not have any words to say nor did really want to talk. I had been born to be a sexual creature in service to a galactic corporation and my partner's fidelity or infidelity never was a concern of mine, nor was it ever supposed to be. I had been trained well to serve and service my owners and that night my lust was my owner and this owner would not be disobeyed. 

With my hand firmly wrapped around his impressive mass of man meat I led him from the water back to solid ground. He stumbled a few times as it was too dark for him to see where he was walking. Once on dry land I led him over to a patch of smooth boulders and pushed him backwards against the largest one then pressed my lips to his as I softly rubbed the head of his pole against my warm hairless little kitty.

I gasped softly against his lips as I used mine to part his, and once his lips were parted slightly I pushed my long slender tongue inside his mouth. He was confused at first as I was getting the impression that he had never had a woman be this sexually aggressive with him, but soon he learned his role in all of this and began kissing me back very passionately. Our tongues wrestled and our hands explored each other's body he took control as an Alpha was expected to do. His hands circled around behind me and cupped my small firm butt. His hands were large enough that he could get both cheeks in one hand but he chose to use two anyway.

I was quickly lifted off the ground and carried a few feet away over to a large flat and very smooth boulder that resembled a tabletop. The rock was big enough for the two of us to recline on but that was not his intention just yet. As he carried me and set me upon the rock, his fingers slinked and snaked over my two lower holes. My wet flesh made it easy for him to slip one finger in to each hole and sink them in to his first knuckle. As he began to work his fingers in deeper I nipped playfully at his tongue with my teeth which caused him to move his fingers faster and just a little deeper. 

Attu set me down on the rock and removed his fingers from me, which brought a pout to my face that he could not see in the darkness. Thankfully he was not done with me as I soon felt his hand upon my right breast. He massaged the right, and then the left before gently pushing me down on my back on top of the large flat boulder. At first I felt his warm breath caressing my nipple and then I felt his lips surrounding it and sucking softly. He pulled my nipple between his lips with strong suction then held it there for his tongue to flick over as his teeth prevented the small-engorged nub from escaping. My back arched and my hand went to the back of his head to run though his long thick black hair. My fingers moved through his hair like a sensual comb before gripping it tightly and using it as a handle to press his face against my breast.

As I took control of his hair and kept his lips and tongue on my nipple, his right hand moved between my long slender legs and pushed them apart, though he really did not need to push hard as I fully cooperated and gave him all the access he wanted. I had a smile from ear to ear as his lips, tongue and fingers played with my most sensitive parts. He slid two fingers into me as his tongue worked over my right nipple, and this was when my body began to tremble through its first of many orgasms. As I squirmed and spasmed under his control his fingers worked in and out faster and as they sunk in fully I felt a small puddle begin to form under my bare little butt. A few more minutes of his expert attention and I collapsed and relaxed as my orgasm subsided, though this did not stop his mouth and fingers as they continue to pleasure me.

I took a few moments to catch my breath then sat up and without making a sound I pushed him down onto his back. Now it was time for me to do what I do best. My hand found his manhood in the darkness and softly began to stroke its length. He was still as hard as the rock we were laying on as I leaned over him and took the head of his shaft into my mouth. My breasts pressed against his thigh and flattened out as I began to slowly move my lips up and down his shaft's top few inches. My tongue caressed the bulbous head as it moved in and out of my mouth. His hand moved to the back of my head and pushed softly which as we all know is the universal sign to go down farther, which of course I did but ever so slowly.

I took my time and moved down inch by inch. His equipment was a bit narrower in the shaft than Raffa's but what he lacked in shaft width, he more than made up for with the girth of his head. It was the size of his head that was preventing me from taking him fully into my throat. There was no way that big ripe purple plumb was ever going to get down my throat even with my lack of a gag reflex, it was never ever going to happen. 

Once I realized that I could not go down on him fully I began to stroke the lower half of his haft with my hand while my mouth moved up and down the top. Even though the head was large I was still able to get the first four inches into my mouth comfortably and at that depth I had to resist the pressure that his hand was putting on the back of my head. Once I got into a rhythm I closed my eyes and started to pick up speed. My mouth made soft slurping noises as his mouth made loud but soft moaning noises.

His wet shaft moved easily in and out of my mouth and from time to time I would pull my mouth off and lick its length to keep it nice and slick for my hand to slide up and down as well. One thing that always amazed me was how excited I became while moving my mouth up and down such a perfect piece of man meat. Without even a touch I always found myself wet, and today was no exception because as I was on my knees bent over Attu's thigh, my own moisture was leaving a thin wet trail down the inside of my right thigh. I knew now that we were both wet enough to try to get that huge plumb sized head into my sopping little kitty.

I pulled my lips off of him but kept a hold of his shaft with my hand. His first instinct was to use his grip on my hair to pull my lips back to his tool but I was able to resist long enough to move myself over him to straddle his lap. With my hand holding his sausage I aimed the fat tip at my soon to be very stretched little kitty and began to lower myself. His hand left my hair and soon both of his hands were gripping my slender hips. It was a delicate balancing act for me as I was determined to let that hideously huge head slide slowly into me so as not to cause myself an injury. Believe me, a torn kitty is a seriously painful thing to endure.

I slowly let my weight settle onto his organ and I felt myself begin to spread and stretch. Once his head was pressing against my entrance I moved my hand down to my little wet kitty and used two fingers to help spread myself as the head began to slide into me. I winced and bit my lip as I had about half of that head inside me but there was still more stretching and spreading to go. Slowly I pulled myself up and then settled down again and took a bit more of his head inside me. I whimpered softly as more of him slid in which had me at the halfway point of getting that head inside me.

Several more times I moved up and down and each time I stretched more and more he finally got impatient and used his grip on my hips to pull me down just enough that the head popped inside. I wanted to scream but knowing how close we were to the camp, the last thing I wanted to do was to alert the campers as to what we were doing. We really did not need an audience, though I would have been perfectly comfortable with being watched, I doubt that his marriage would survive the encounter.

Once the head was inside I would normally slide up and off of him and then go down again. There is just something that I really enjoy about that sort of thing but after having as much trouble as I did getting that thing inside of me, it was damn sure going to stay where it was until it gave up its goo.

I took a few minutes to adjust to his size but I must confess that I never did get fully comfortable with that huge bulb inside of me. After a little bit of wiggling and squirming I was ready to continue and after the little stunt that Attu had pulled by impaling me on his tool, he was content to allow me a bit of time to adjust and get comfortable. After encountering two of the men here on this planet, I can see why the girls are as wide as wide in the hips as they are. I had not done any examinations up close but I suspected that their build was in a way complimentary to the length and girth of their men's equipment.

Slowly I took more of him into me as I allowed myself to slide down. I leaned forward and pressed the palms of my hands to Attu's shoulders, and as I adjusted my position, he lowered his hands to grip my butt cheeks. He used his grip on me like a handle to move me up and down his shaft. I was thankful that he was being gentle about it. As he continued to move me up and down his fleshy pipe, he used one finger to transfer some of the wetness from my kitty to my tight little back entrance. It felt so good as he slid his finger in and out in time with his manhood spearing my kitty.

He released my hips and now it was his turn to do some of the work. He began thrusting upward into me and by now I was taking most of his root and his finger into me. He built up a very effective rhythm and as soon as he wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked hard, I became a quivering orgasmic mess as I struggled to remain on my knees while the head of his tool pummeled my insides.

I lay on top of him for a few minutes while he continued to work his proud pole in and out of me, and I was thankful that he kept the head inside but now I grew concerned as he started to move under me as if he was about to change positions. As he rolled me onto my side I whispered in his ear, "If you pull that thing out of me now, I will kill you!"

Of course it was an empty threat, which caused him to chuckle. However, he did get the message and was kind enough to leave himself in me as we repositioned ourselves. We put ourselves through quite an act of contortion as he spun me around on his lap so that I was facing away from him with my back to his chest. His hand gripped my thighs as he flipped me over so that I was now on my hands and knees facing downward and looking at the smooth surface of our kitty-stained rock.

It was now his turn to take control as his hands gripped my hips and he pushed forward. He was still being quite gentle and by now I had two thirds of his meat pressed deep inside me, but that horrible thick head was dangerously close to my cervix. I did my best to keep him from plowing in fully. As he picked up speed I had to move my hand behind me to press the palm of my hand against his hip to keep him from pushing in all the way. Unfortunately the more exited he got the more he lost control and my small hand and thin arm was no match for him and he began to force himself all the way inside of me.

Though it was painful at times I was able to move and twist slightly to block most of the impact, but after several minutes of this my body once again began to tremble through its most violent orgasm of the night. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent me quickly over the edge. My arms and legs became too wobbly and the only thing left holding me up was my lover's death grip on my hips.

I could tell several times during our night together that he was close to exploding inside me but he did his best to hold it, and finally he could hold it no longer. Like all the men here the fear of creating life with out permission was great and he did not want to finish in side me, even though I turned my head to look back at him and let him know that I could not have a baby. He was unconvinced and now my greatest fear was that he was going to pull out and try to come in my tightest hole. This was something that I was sure would do great damage to me, so I pleaded with him to come inside me or at least let me finish him off with my mouth.

There was no longer any time to reason or discuss this issue as his explosion was near and would not be denied. I was disappointed when he pulled out of me, but I was thankful that he did not jam that huge head into my backside. Instead of pushing inside, he aimed the head at my tiny back hole and stroked his manhood until it began spraying his seed over my lower back and between my lower cheeks.

He directed the majority of his human gusher toward my little dark brown star. Gob after gob impacted between my cheeks and slowly oozed down over my bare little kitty before sliding down my long slender thighs to the rock below. It seemed as if the torrent went on forever and as I looked down between my legs I could see that the puddle there had doubled in size. As the flow began to subside, Attu took his thumb and began to smear his seed round my back entrance and from time to time he would push his thumb inside me and as he did I would push back gently to take more of it inside me. Soon I was purring softly and now as I pushed back on his thumb, I could feel the huge head of his manhood bobbing against my downward pointing little love button, which was bringing forth yet another series of orgasmic quakes.

As I was pushing back harder and faster now, his whole thumb slid into me repeatedly and soon I found his thumb replaced with one finger. His finger slipped deep inside my cum splattered backside and it was not long before one finger became two, which was stretching me a bit more than I was comfortable with but it felt good and I let him continue. He was letting me push back at my own pace and when he got both fingers fully inside me my orgasm started. Now he changed tactics and griped my hip with one hand then pushed the fingers of his other hand inside me and as he twisted his two fingers inside me, my orgasm began and ripped through my body.

I was now pushing back as hard as I could, impaling myself on his fingers. I found myself biting the palm of my hand to keep from crying out as wave after continuing wave of orgasm pulsed through me. In between pants and squeals of joy I would hiss out words like, "harder", and "more" and his muscular arm would drive his fingers hard and deep inside my backside. He was pushing forward and I was pushing back as hard as I could and as I moved forward he pulled his fingers out, and without thinking I pushed myself backward and rammed that huge plum sized head past the guarding sphincter. I was so lost in my orgasm that I failed to realize that he had repositioned himself so that I would impale myself on his tool the next time I pushed myself backwards. He knew a terrible scream was coming and was quick to lean forward and clamp his hand over my mouth to keep me silent, then with his hand over my mouth he pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, "I will stay still while you move, but you must take it all!"

Now I was caught between pleasure and pain and pain was winning out. Even though his fingers had stretched me, I was still not ready for that monster and he knew it. After a few minutes of tears streaming down my face while soft whimpers escaped my covered lips I began to comply with the Alpha's order and pushed back very slowly. I would push back and take a half-inch inside me, then slide forward to let the pain subside then slide back a bit more. I took my time taking him in slowly while he kept true to his word and remained still while letting me impale my self on his illustrious pole.

From time to time he would laugh and slap my butt hard and urge me on. Finally I turned my head toward him, growled and threatened to bit him, but that only got me another slap on the ass for acting the brat. I suspect it had been about ten agonizing minutes before I got more than half of him inside me and it was around this time that the initial barrage of pain from his abrupt entry had subsided enough for me to dare to force the rest of him inside me. I held my breath, bit my lip and pushed backwards until I felt my little tush press up against his hips, and it was then that I knew I had him all the way inside me.

He let me slide up and down his length now at my own deliberately slow pace and from time to time I felt a little twinge of pain, which caused me to tighten myself around him. My tightening brought many gasps of pleasure from his lips and soon I got myself in to a nice gentle rhythm. My speed seemed to be a bit too slow for him and while I knew he found my movements pleasurable as evidenced by the swelling of his pole, he wanted things to go a bit faster. His thick rough hands clamped onto my willowy hips, his fingers dug into my flesh and he took control. His hands pulled me back as his hips thrust forward and soon he was building up speed. The sounds of his flesh slapping against mine could be heard as he powered himself in and out of tortured little brown star. 




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 42



My poor little back hole was on fire as his swollen tool continued to have its way with me. The jolts of pain from my abused hole became more frequent and intense which caused the tears to flow from the corners of my eyes and cascade down my cheeks. I was in pain but was also receiving great pleasure as this Alpha had his way with me. I found myself feeling a bit jealous that I was not his wife and having him take me like this all the time.

Unfortunately all things must come to an end and I am sure that his wife is well used to this sort of thing, but being that I was not I believe that I was a bit too tight for him. Once again he began to pulse inside me as the thick gobs of cream worked their way up his shaft and exploded with great force into my rear passage. The first gush touched off another quake deep inside me causing my body to tremble and convulse. My muscles twitched with each orgasmic wave and soon I found myself constricting myself around his massive thrusting organ, which had the pleasant effect for him of his seed being milked from him by my destroyed little brown star.

When my orgasm ended I collapsed forward on my chest face down on the rock while he remained upright. As he disconnected from me I heard loud popping noise as his thick bulbous head pulled free from my damaged little hole. Once again I had to stifle a scream and bit down on the heel of my right hand to keep myself silent. My sphincter quivered at its new emptiness and each quiver brought a twinge of pain. I moved my left hand back to massage my aching little entrance and did my best to massage away the ache that was radiating outwards from my well-stretched entrance.

We were both covered with perspiration, but I had the added pleasure of being covered with our combined fluids, which were freely leaking out of me. He must have thought that we were done when he carefully scooped me up in his arms and carried me back into the stream. As we stood there in the water washing each other off I leaned in and kissed him and as I pressed in tightly I found out that he was still rock hard under the water as the head of his shaft bumped against my still swollen little button.

He may have thought that we were done but his manhood and my little kitty had other ideas, and when he carried me back to the flat rock, I pushed him down onto his back then slipped on top of him. I covered his body with mine as I pressed my lips to his. Once again I forced my tongue between his lips and began a battle with his inside his mouth. He did not object at all as I did my best to try and bend this sexy Alpha to my will.

As we kissed our passion once again began to grow and I found myself grinding my mound against his swollen organ. It did not take much for my legs to drift apart and slide myself down on that big fat head. It was still a bit of a chore to get him inside me but I was still wet and stretched from before. I had the head about halfway inside me when I sat up and leaned back causing the rest of his member to slide easily inside me. I placed my hands on his pectorals once again for balance as I worked my way slowly up and down his shaft. Slowly I built up speed until I felt like I was a cowgirl in an ancient Texas rodeo and he was my bucking bull. As I slid down he would push upwards and mostly I was able to keep his grotesquely large head from impacting against my cervix, there was the odd stroke or two that would slam against the opening and cause me a jolt of pain.

It did not take either of us long this time and soon my body was convulsing and contorting through the first waves of extreme pleasure. Our movements were now making a series of loud squishing noises as my wetness covered his manhood and flowed down over his still heavy sack of seed. His hands were now gripping my breasts and squeezing them hard, and the harder he squeezed the more intense my orgasm became. His squeezing was also a sign that he was close to his own explosion and I knew that once again he would try to pull out of me, but this time I would not be denied. I was ready for him, and when he tried to push me off of him I entangled my legs with his, slipping them from the outside to the inside and then locking my ankles with his. There was no way he was getting me off of him now and that was what I told him as I took control. 

He did his best to stop thrusting but I did not care, I was going to do this on my own and as I worked my little kitty up and down his shaft I could feel him pulsing inside me, and I knew that soon my tunnel was going to be bathed in his seed. What I did not count on was that my position on top forced my little button into contact with his public bone and soon another orgasm was ripping though me, and at the same time the first spurt of his seed was erupting from his manhood and filling me.

I wanted to reassure him that I would not get pregnant, but I was too far-gone. My animal instincts took over while I rode him to the end of our mutual orgasm. Once he was drained and my energy was spent I collapsed onto his chest. I was very satisfied now and as he wrapped his arms around me I closed my eyes and fell asleep with him still hard inside me. 

I lay in his arms for what seemed like several hours, but it was much longer as the first rays of sunlight were creeping over the horizon. My thoughts began to clear and I knew that a Priestess being found entangled in the arms of a married Alpha would not be a good idea. I did my best to untangle myself from him and while I got myself free he began to stir. As I rolled myself off of Attu I could feel his now relaxed manhood slip easily from my still wet kitty. I giggled as I felt our combined fluids leaking from me. 

Leaning in I kissed him softly and explained my reason for leaving abruptly and no sooner had the words left my lips, we heard the sounds of some of our fellow campers heading towards us. Not wanting to be caught I sprinted for the water and slipped below the surface. The stream was deep enough that I could swim underwater for a good distance to surface well out of view of anyone that would be watching. I found myself a good flat rock to stretch out on while I allowed the breeze and the rising sun to dry my body and hair. I knew soon that we would be moving on soon but still needed a few minutes to myself to collect my thoughts before I joined the rest of the group to resume our journey. 

I dressed myself with the aid of my wardrobe device and set off back to the camp. I had breakfast with my group and then we made our way north, except this morning I began the trek with quite a bit of soreness in some very tender areas, and even though each step was taken gingerly, I had a smile on my face and a satisfied glow about me that kept my traveling companions guessing. I did not see much of Attu after our night together. I did see him in passing now and then and as we passed each other we would wave, smile and keep moving. Neither of us dared to get much closer for fear of igniting a very hot and passionate flame that could cause us lots of grief should our tribes find out what we had done together.

When we arrived in Bakk'u several members of the Royal court met us at the entrance to the city. Our group leaders introduced themselves and the ranking members of the group. I rated and introduction as a Priestess, and when I was introduced several of the older travelers and residents gave me a bit of a scowl. One of the leading scowlers was the elder monk from Bakk'u that had joined the greeting party.

Once the introductions were complete we were taken on a short walking tour of the city, and when the tour concluded we were split up according to gender, class, and such. The single men were taken to a tent city reserved for single men. The single women were taken to another tent city across the road from the Grand Temple's rear staircase. Those that had made the journey with their spouse were taken to another area of tents in a more secluded area of the city. When it was suggested that I be housed with the single women, Raku spoke up and insisted that I be housed along with the other visiting monks. That did not sit well with the two monks that were part of the greeting committee. The monk's objections were heard then quickly over ruled by the senior member of the greeting party and I was allowed to camp out with the other monks. However, my tent was large enough for six people and I was the only one assigned to it. There were no other female holy women visiting Bakk'u, and I would find out later that I was the only holy woman in the land at the time. The powers that be in Bakk'u were unaware of my apprentice Priestess in training back in the village of Pa'u.

After I got settled into my tent and took a brief catnap before we were summoned to dinner by the temple's gong. I joined the other twenty or so monks in a procession that took us to the base of the steps leading up to the Grand Temple. There were several other shrines in the city and those too were setting out dinner as the gong sounded. Just as in Pa'u, the capitol city had its daily prayer and eating schedule. 

I wore my silk saffron colored sari and blended in well with the monks. The only obvious differences were that I was female, and had hair. The monks were required to shave their head daily and remove their eyebrows when required. There were no such grooming standards for a Priestess though one of the monks joked that he would be happy to help me shave my head. I politely declined and explained that I loved my hair just the way it is. I was tempted at this point to pull the wooden pegs out of my hair and let it fall to its full length but had second thoughts and fought off the temptation to show off just a little in front of my fellow hairless clerics.

As we had our dinner I had a chance to confer with the monks about their temples and shrines and confirmed that at least five of their holy places were having trouble with the healing beams. I did not let them in on the secret that it was most likely an electrical problem, but I did offer to travel to their villages in the future to have a look at the problem once word got out that I was able to bring the blue healing light back to the village of the Pa'u. 

On that note, it seemed that one of the men from Pa'u just could not stop bragging about the beautiful Priestess that came to his village. Unfortunately the grapevine in this town worked quite well and soon word of my healing Diya without the aid of the shrine's beam got around and soon folks were dropping by my tent asking me to tend to their ills, ailments and injuries. I did the best that I could for them with the emergency medical kit but after a while I started referring them back to their monk as the charge on my medical devices were running low.

It seems that there was also a problem with the healing system in the Grand Temple. This was brought to my attention as the Queen's niece Sala was brought to my tent. I was instructed to have a look at her badly swollen knee. The injury was so bad that she could not walk on it. She was carried to my tent by two of the palace guards with a note from the Queen asking me to please help her. Of course we all know that when a Queen asks something of you it is a request that cannot be refused. 

Not wanting to irritate the Queen I performed a scan of her knee and found that she had injured the joint probably about six months ago and for whatever reason the injury was not treated. I did not ask why she did not seek treatment; I just did what was necessary and applied the deep tissue regeneration tool to the affected area. I performed a rescan of the knee and found that there was also an infection that had crept into the long bone of the affected leg. That took a little longer to clear up, and since I was dealing with an infection, I requested that she spend the night so that I may check the knee out again in the morning. As Sala watched me I got the impression that this was the first time she had ever observed the healing beam coming from someone's hand. She had many questions and I did my best to answer them without giving away where the technology came from and how I came into possession of it. I finally put an end to the questions by telling her that there are some things that a Priestess cannot discuss with someone that is not a Priestess or a monk.

Since I had a guest staying in my tent I decided to stay in and keep her company rather than going out and exploring the town. We had a nice long chat about the city and her family. I filled her in on life in village of Pa'u and from the way that she acted when I described the village; I got the impression that she was anxious to get away from life at court and away from the big city. Well, it was not really a big city, but it appeared to be the biggest known city on the planet. Ten thousand residents on most planets would be a small town but here, it was considered a sprawling metropolis. 

We continued to chat and by the time we fell asleep I could see that we had become comfortable with each other and were well on our way to perhaps becoming friends. She was about my age and was pretty well educated. Well, she was about as educated as she could be given the genetic restrictions that had been placed on the learning abilities of the planet's population, and the backwards culture that she came from. As I drifted off to sleep I pondered weather to remove those genetic restrictions from my new friend. This also reminded me that I wanted to check the programming for the Grand Temple's healing beam to see if my updates to the global system had filtered down to the equipment here.

In the morning when the breakfast gong sounded we tended to our morning ablutions as usual. Sala called to her escorts that spent the night outside my tent, and they responded that they were ready to leave when she was. She was able to stand on her own on her repaired knee but I thought she should take it easy for a day or two before putting her full weight on it. Before we left I decided to scan her knee but when I attempted to activate the scanner I found that the battery was too weak to power the device. I had not planned to visit the temple but now I knew that I had to do so soon and would also have to find a way to convince the monks here to let me get under the temple to a power source.

I sat with the other monks during breakfast and no matter how I tried to join in the conversation, they all did their best to cut me out. There was not a kind monk like Jobu in the group. I tried to speak up a few times and each time it was as if I were speaking to the table. The monkhood here was clearly a man's domain that I was not going to be invited to join any time soon. My thoughts turned to how I could sneak my way under the alter and then it hit me; instead of charging my medical devices, I could just have the recon bot deliver a batch of freshly charged batteries. While I was eating I had made the wireless request for the batteries to be delivered to my tent. It was not necessary for me to give Maintenance Control the exact location of the tent, as the recon bot would have no trouble picking up the electronic signature of medical devices that still had power. 

After breakfast I caught up with Sala and asked her to stop by my tent after the dinner hour to have her leg rescanned. I knew that would give Maintenance Control enough time to get the fresh batteries to me. Sala's escorts took her back to her residence, and since none of the monks wanted me hanging around with them I decided to check out the Grand Temple on my own. I made my way to the top of the front side stairs and made my way up to the plateau that the temple was built on. When I reached the top of the stairs I stood in awe of the size of this temple. It was clearly three or for times the size of the village of Pa'u and was the largest of the Annunaki built temples.

I spent the better part of the day walking around and admiring the craftsmanship that went into the Grand Temple's construction. The men and women that I came upon at the temple were gracious and greeted me politely. It seemed that the word had gotten around about me as most of those that I met would bow and greet me as "Priestess." My travels around the temple brought me to the back of the alter where the DNA reader should have been. I searched all of the obvious locations for the identification pad but could not locate the device.

I decided that a closer inspection of the temple would be required. On my second trip around the temple I made a point to look high and low for the reader but it was nowhere to be found. One thing that I did notice though is that the base of the temple was made of granite as most of the Annunaki structures on this world were, but the temple, alter, stairs, and statues were all constructed of quarried white limestone. All the carvings in the limestone were similar to that of other structures. From my second inspection of the temple I concluded that only the Annunaki built half of this structure, and someone else built the rest at later time.

It was close to the dinner hour when I had finished my inspection of the temple. Before leaving the temple I joined in with the daily prayers and afterwards I joined the monks for dinner. I asked questions about the temple's construction and the differences between the base of the temple and the actual temple complex. Either the monks did not know the answer of they just did not want to answer my questions so I just let it drop and ate my dinner in silence.

After dinner I returned to my tent where I found a small type written note waiting for me on my cot. The note was written in an ancient version of Annu that the locals would not understand. The note was just to inform me that the batteries in my medical kit had been replaced and that the software that ran the devices had been upgraded as well. I had just finished reading the note when Sala was carried in by her escorts. My scan of her knee went well and the scanner indicated that only a small amount of scar tissue remained. This was easily cleaned up with the deep tissue probe, and the follow up scan indicated that her knee was fully functional and there was no sign of infection.

We talked for a while after her treatment and then parted company. She had plans to attend the festivities at the palace and since I was not invited, I decided that I would return to the temple and look for the DNA reader. Since I could not find the device on the temple plateau, I decided to conduct my search around the base of the temple. There was a bit of a mystery here and I so love a good mystery. I figured that since I had identified the temple's base as being of true Annunaki design that would be the best place to start.

As the sun began to set I made my trek to the Grand Temple and began my search. I thought I would be free to explore as most if not all of the visitors and locals would be in the town square celebrating. I had become quite the oddity being the only Priestess and everyone that I passed as I made my trip around the base of the Grand Temple wanted to talk to me about this or that. I answered many questions about why Pa'u had a Priestess instead of a monk. I had to set them straight that we did have a monk but he was in no physical condition to make the journey.

We were a few hours away from midnight when I came across the DNA reading rectangle affixed to the wall just to the left of what looked like it could be an opening. With my feline night vision I could see a slightly different texture of the granite and a slight bit of abnormal wear along the bottom and top that indicated a sliding motion was employed to separate the stone.

I waited for a while for the people milling about to move off but as soon as one group would leave, another would show up and seeing as how my presence seemed to be drawing them, I decided to make another circle around the base of the Grand Temple. By the time I had made it back around to the panel it was well after midnight. I could still hear the party going on in the center of town, but the noise had grown less in intensity. I was also seeing less people around the temple and this time I found myself at the reader panel with no one around to see me press my hand to the stone rectangle.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 42



As I pressed my hand against the stone I felt the familiar tingle as my DNA was scanned. The heavy granite door slid inward the moved to the right with a deep groan. It was clear that it had been a while since this door was opened and the sliding mechanism was in need of a bit of oil. There was no sound to identify me, nor was there any audible greeting as there had been in other places on this world. 

I quickly stepped inside before someone else happened to walk by and as soon as I was clear of the doorway the massive granite door slid closed behind me. There were no lights inside the facility, but I was able to see well with my feline night vision. Given the amount of debris, dust and such about the floor, a full change to feline mode was also in order in the interest of my safety. Once I stored my garments in the wardrobe device and transitioned to feline form, I found it much easier to move about the fallen stones, beams, and other fixtures that had once been mounted inside this cavernous building.

The outer edge of the structure contained rows of offices suspended above a sunken floor. In the center of the floor separated by two large isle ways and a series of conveyer belts were sorting bins and many machines that I could not quickly discern what their purpose was. It took me a full six hours to make my way around the balcony of offices that over looked the work floor below and yet I still could not determine what this place was used for. I knew from my experience with Annunaki designs, this facility was never intended to have a temple built on top of it as the ceiling was hinged on both of the long edges and there was a gap down the center that indicated that the roof was meant to be opened like a clam shell. I surmised then that this was the reason why the healing system did not work in the temple above. The Annunaki did not build this temple and the equipment came from another town or village. 

I descended a flight of stairs that led below the processing floor and it was then that I discovered a pair of signs that gave me the information that I was looking for. The first sign read, "Subway Platform" and had arrows directing a traveler to trains traveling east or west. The other sign had an arrow pointing upward to the stairs that I had just came down that read, "Central Ore Processing." Another sign pointing in the opposite direction read, "Smelting Furnace."

Now that I had an idea of where I was, my next instinct was to get the power turned back on so that I could explore this place in detail. I attempted to use my internal wireless connection to contact Maintenance Control but I found that in my current location I did not have a signal. I made my way down to the subway platform figuring that perhaps there was a wireless receiver in the area and found that there was no signal there and just like the underground platform in Pa'u, this one too was blocked by subterranean debris. I made note of my location on my internal PDA then started making my way back up to the top level. I made a second note about the layout of this facility and saved a crude sketch of the floor plan that I could follow on my next visit.

There were offices in the lower level too and on my way back up to the top level I stopped in several of the offices to poke around. I did the same when I reached the top level too. There was not much left there to look at but what was left behind also indicated that this facility like the Central Command area had been evacuated in great haste. Given the amount of dirt and debris strewn about, it was fairly obvious that both facilities had been abandoned about the same time.

I had gotten lost in my exploration and after a quick time check with my PDA I discovered that it was close to the dinner hour in the city and that this would not be a good time for me to pop my head out of the door and be noticed. The last thing I wanted to do was to be caught sneaking about the inside of their Grand Temple, though I was quite sure that no one, not even the monks knew what was hidden below. I decided that I would poke around a bit more under the temple until it was dark and I would have a better chance of sneaking out without being observed.

As it got dark outside I kept listening for a time when there was no one outside. Thought I could not be certain that the plaza outside the door would be vacant of people, but through out the evening I heard many people passing by and at times quite a commotion was coming from the other side of the door. I had assumed that it was just the continuation of the celebration from the day before. Finally around the midnight hour there was silence on the other side of the door. I quickly transformed back to human form and pressed my hand to the reader panel and like before the door loudly groaned and squeaked as it opened.

I stepped through the door and was thankful that the door closed behind me, because as I stood with my back to the stone door I was facing two armor clad figures that were taller than myself and dressed in lightweight armor that included high tech helmets that obviously did not come from any of the cultures that I had encountered on this planet before today. Both armored men were holding some sort of blue plated metal staff weapon that appeared to be about four or five feet in length. The business ends of the weapons were in the shape of a trident with red crystals adorning each point.

I was startled at first by these armored creatures and since they had the drop on me with weapons that I did not recognize I thought it best to just raise my hands up and surrender peacefully. That did not work out so well for me. Perhaps they did not understand the universal sign of surrender, or their intention was to blast me weather I came along peaceful or not... as my hands went up, the trident on both of their weapons came to life and two brilliant red beams lanced out from the trident. One beam struck me in the chest, the other just below and as soon as the beams hit I lurched backwards against the door. My legs gave out and I slid down the exterior surface of the door to the ground. I sat there unable to move looking up at my armored assailants, both of the creatures fired at me again and it was then that I lost consciousness. 

When my eyes fluttered open I found myself in a harsh artificially created light that was a bit blinding until I switched my eyes from feline to human. Even then the light took some time to get used to. My body ached and I felt like every nerve ending in my body had exploded, which is a feeling that I did recognize. During my days at the academy we played out many scenarios where we war gamed infiltrating ships, buildings, and space stations then on the other side of the coin we had to play the role of defenders. The weapons we were given were set to stun and after getting hit by those many times I knew exactly what I was hit with as I exited the facility under the Grand Temple.

My arms and legs were shacked together by a pair of magnetic restrictors and I found myself in a standing position with my arms high above my head and magnetically attached to a metal fence like structure. My legs were also magnetically attached down by the floor. We appeared to be in a modern structure with a series of metal fences forming many corridors that resembled a bit of a maze. On each side of these corridors there were men and women attached to the fences in the same manner that I was. We had all been stripped of our clothing and separated by age and gender. The men were on once side of the bay while the women were on the other. 

As my eyes began to focus I could tell that only the young and the strong were taken as I looked over my fellow captives. When I turned my attention to the women I could tell that like the men, the young were taken but we were split up by looks, and build. There was a clear division in the woman's ranks. In one area were the stoutly built women, and on the other side of the divider were the slender women that appeared more sexually attractive than matronly. I tried to work through the reasons for these divisions but my mind was still a bit too jumbled from the four-stun blasts I had received.

When the public address system crackled to life, it was then that we were told what was in store for us. We were to be auctioned off as slaves in about a week when we arrived at our final destination. The men would become either slaves in the fields, or gladiators in the forbidden games. Our captors joked that some of the men may even be purchased as studs for a high noble woman if they were lucky. Those that did not fit into the previous categories would find themselves in service a eunuchs. 

The women, our captor said would suffer a similar fate at the auction and that most would end up in the service of a household or farm. The rest would be bought for their sexual service. The voice went on to say that the more beautiful the woman, the better chance we stood of being bought by a noble man as a consort while the rest would end up working a brothel in a space port if they were lucky. The rest would end up as sex slaves on some remote mining colony.

Unfortunately none of the other captives understood what was being said. They all spoke the language of their cities, villages, and tribes and none of them understood the off world language that was coming over the speakers in the holding area. Our captors were speaking a language similar to that spoken on the planet Rami. It was not a true Rami dialect but the UT was able to cobble together enough of a translation that I could understand most of what they were saying. My fellow captives just looked around in confusion as the words boomed from the speakers while I just looked at the speaker closest to me and listened. This let one of the guards know that I understood what was being said.

Since our captors did not know the language of the planet, a transmitter was placed near my mouth and I was ordered to translate what was said. I was tempted to play dumb but two men with shock sticks took up a position on either side of me and aimed the business end of their sticks at my breasts. Once their leader began to speak again, I translated his words so that my fellow captives could understand.

The words that I translated caused a cascade of anguished wails as some of the women began to cry openly as they learned what their fate would be. It was then that our captors began to move up and down the corridors and pressing shock sticks to the bare skin of the women making the most noise. The sticks were set to an intensity level that one touch would put a girl into convulsions for a few seconds before passing out. I remained perfectly still as the guard passed and avoided a rather painful shock.

Several of the women in my row were shocked into silence, but as the warden of my row passed me I could see now that they were all humanoid now that they had shed their armor. They were all tall, perhaps six inches or so taller than I was. There skin had an odd gray tint to it, his eyes were bright green, with blue hair. Each of them had a slightly different tint to their hair, skin and eyes but they were all from the same species. As I studied the man guard as he walked past I knew that I had not encountered his species before, nor had I heard of such humanoids in my studies or travels.

One thing I did notice as one of our captors passed by was that his skin was mottled with a series of small black patches. From a distance I thought it was sort of a leopard pattern, but as he got closer the spots appeared more random and were not a pattern as I had thought at first. The spots looked familiar but I could not place where I had seen them before. I thought long and hard about those spots and I knew that there was something familiar about them but what it was I did not know at the moment. The group that had captured us and dragged us aboard this ship were showing a darker color to the spots than those that remained aboard the ship. I could see that of some the dark patches had a defined raised edge around them. This meant something, but I could not figure out what it was.

We were kept in pens that resembled a fenced in corridor with the ends of the corridors closed off by barred doors. We were left in a standing position fastened magnetically to the metal mesh fence that formed the corridors. Many of the women were still sobbing but were trying hard to keep quiet so as not to be shocked into silence as our captors passed by. As I looked over the women in my corridor and in the corridor beyond I could see Sala magnetically mounted to the cage wall and hanging unconscious by her wrists. As I looked her over I felt a familiar vibration beneath my bare feet. I knew then that we were in the cargo bay of a ship that was preparing to take off. What I was feeling were the assent engines powering up and the inertial dampeners being switched on.

The noise and sensations that we were feeling in our naked bodies brought a panic to some of the women and the men, as they had never felt anything like this before, and those that did thought it was an ground tremor. I did my best to get a grapevine communication going to explain what was happening. The last thing we needed was for my fellow captives to panic and be shocked into unconsciousness again. Those that had recognized me as the Priestess from Pa'u village took comfort in my words and did their best to comfort the others. In some cases it worked, and in others it did not. Either way our captors had left the cargo bay to attend to other crew duties so there was no immediate threat of being shocked.

As the ship rose above the planet's surface I could feel the data connection with Central Command start to fail, and in the seconds before the connection was severed I routed a command through the Central Core to the work station in the shrine telling Diya to activate the defensive shield and gave her the codes to key into the console to make that happen. I never got a reply from her as the connection was terminated. 

Once we had left orbit I could feel the first of a series of hyperspace jumps being made. Our first day out we made one jump, and the second day we made two. I was using my PDA to mark time, but my PDA was set to Angkor time. I found it odd that a ship with such a large cargo bay had to make so many hyperspace jumps in just two days. This told me that our pilot was not a skilled navigator, or perhaps there was a problem with the jump drive that prohibited long duration hyperspace flight.

On the second day our captors brought us food and water and as the food bowls and water tins were passed through the cages, we were released from our magnetic bonds so that we could eat and relieve ourselves in a crude outhouse like facility at the center of each of the corridors. Of course the food was terrible and was just nutritious enough to sustain life, and the water that they gave us tasted like it came from the engine's cooling tanks instead of the potable water system. 

When two of our captors passed by with the food I gave them a good looking over and it appeared that the gray color of their skin was becoming lighter and their spots were becoming darker. One of our captors got close enough for me to notice that one of the dark spots on his neck had started oozing a thin trail black liquid. Upon seeing this I knew where I had seen this before, and as he slid my food through the opening in the cage I taunted him by saying, "That sore on your neck does not look so good... better have that checked soon!"

He just grunted, kicked the cage and moved off but the female that was assisting him had similar spots and she stared at me and waited for me to say something to her as well. There was nothing more to say so I just stared back and kept eye contact with her until she was out of sight. I got the feeling from her eyeing me that she knew that I knew more about what was happening to them as I was the only one that dared to speak to them. Of course she did not know that I was the only one here with a universal translator chip implanted in my brain. I suppose they planned on giving us a physical examination at some point in our journey before we reached the slave auction.

On the third day of our captivity we had made two more jumps before the food came around, and once again we had the same two captors dispensing the food through the opening in our cages. Their spots had now turned into open weeping sores, and the skin where the oozing black puss had touched became an itchy black rash. I could see that these two were in trouble physically as they were scratching themselves raw. I could also see that their skin had gone from gray to pale gray, to white in some spots.

The male refused to make eye contact with me but the female looked at me as if she was expecting me to say something again today and of course I did after her male counterpart had gone past. As I looked her in the eye and took a bite of the bread that she had slipped into the cage. She stopped for a moment as if to confront me and as she stood outside my section of the cage I suggested to her that today would be a good day to have a doctor look at that rash before it is too late.

I could see her shiver as if someone just walked across her grave... she had no idea how close she was getting to that grave. A few hours later two of our captors came and removed me from the cage. Before I was led out of the cargo bay my legs and wrists were shackled. As I looked over my captors, the sores and black pustules were evident on their exposed skin. It was safe to say that by now the entire crew had been infected with the plague that was dispersed through the air on Angkor by the Zeta's over 60,000 years ago.

As I was marched along the interior of the ship I had time to muse about the plague and how the inhabitants had somehow built up an immunity to the disease over the many millennia since the Zeta's rockets had dispersed the black mist into Angkor's atmosphere when the planet was the home to the Annunaki's Central Command facility. This also got me to thinking about the dream that I had experienced where my Orion class command and control ship was shot down over Anora Prime. As the crew of the Shinawatra encountered the black mist the symptoms of the plague appeared immediately. Not being a doctor I could only surmise that the plague virus had been diluted over time or perhaps had mutated into a strain with a more gradual onset. Of course it could be that our captors were a bit more resistant to the virus than the humans were on the Shinawatra, but then that was only a dream... right?



Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 43



The Pioneer Spirit.

I was escorted through the ship and along the way I was informed that I was to meet their leader. They called him "Captain" and suggested that I do so as well if I knew what was good for me. When I looked him over there was nothing about the man that indicated that he had authority over anyone. I could see why he was not a member of the raiding party that had captured us. He was not in good physical condition and was probably about a hundred pounds over weight. The way that he waddled about his cabin I concluded that if he and Jobu were to race up the steps of the shrine, Jobu would win.

They knew little about me other than one of the crew that stunned and captured me told the Captain that I was wearing the robes of a monk. From their raids on other villages on Angkor they knew that the monks were healers and community leaders. As the Captain spoke I knew what he was after even though he did not come out and say it right away. He knew his crew was sick and given the look of some of the corpses that we passed on the way to the Captain's quarters, there were not many of them left alive and those that were still alive did not have long to live. The plague was in its final stages and I think he knew it.

I listened to him ramble as he brought up the subject of his dead crewmembers and the black festering sores on those still alive. His voice started to tremble and it was obvious that even though he did not leave the ship during the raid the virus was brought onboard and it had spread through out the crew. I did not have to wait long to find out what he was after and what the price would be for non-compliance. I had the choice of curing the crew or being tossed out the nearest airlock.

I knew that I could physically take the Captain out easy enough if I wished to make a move on him but my worry was the man behind me with the stun rifle. I looked over my shoulder to see how far away he was and as I looked at his face I could see that he was perspiring terribly and that his eyes were half shut. He was wavering slightly and I could see that just like the Captain he did not have much time left. I had a feeling that they could toss me out an airlock a bit faster than the plague could take their lives so I knew I had to do something. 

Without the healing beam of the shrine there was nothing that I could do to save the lives of my captors. Refusing to help them would leave me just as dead as if I explained that I could not or would not help them. I allowed the Captain to think that I was paying attention to him even though I did not answer. As he spoke I looked over my left and then my right shoulder to get a count of the number of people in the room with me. I could see only two and as I started to formulate a plan the man behind me with the rifle poked me in the back and demanded that I answer the Captain.

I honestly did not hear the question so I stammered for a few seconds to get them both focused on me as they waited for my reply. Once I knew that they were focused on my face and lips I used the wardrobe device to digitize and remove my magnetic restraints. Faster than they could see what had happened I was standing naked before them with my wrists and ankles free from their shackles.

The man with the rifle was the closest to me so before either of my captors realized that I was free I took a step to my left and twisted to my right. My hands closed the barrel of the stun rifle and as I secured my grip on the weapon I pulled hard. One thing that they stressed in weapons training at the academy was not to keep your finger on the trigger until you were ready to fire. The fool behind me must have forgot about that or was absent that day. As I pulled the weapon forward his finger pulled the trigger. The rifle discharged and struck the Captain in the chest as planned.

The discharge of the weapon startled him, and probably the sight of his Captain crashing to the deck unconscious did not help either, but since his concentration was broken I once again pulled on the weapon and twisted. I suppose I moved faster than he thought was possible and it was quite easy to twist the weapon from his grip before he realized what had happened. With the weapon free I took a hold of it with both hands then lunged forward, striking him in the throat with the rifle butt. On impact he clutched his throat as he sunk to his knees, and once he was no longer a threat I turned the business end of the rifle on him and fired.

I was armed but the altercation in the Captain's cabin was bound to draw some unwanted attention. In the few seconds that I had to think about the possibilities I used my wardrobe device to don my battle suit. To accessorize my outfit I added my bow, quiver, and katana. I knew that the suit would easily absorb the blasts from their stun rifles so I would be safe from their weapons while I made my way to the flight deck.

The flight deck was just down the hall from the Captain's cabin, and as I entered the flight deck I found two crewmen on duty. They looked about as ill as the Captain and even though they were close to death, I helped death along. When they heard the door open they both stood and turned towards me. They were not fast enough to avoid the arrows that I had launched in their direction. Both were struck in the chest as they turned to face me and as they dropped to the floor they had a few seconds to try and pull the arrows free. Even though one managed to pull the shaft from between his ribs, he expired a minute or so later in a pool of his own blood.

I was in control of the flight deck, so my next trick was to locate the controls for the hyper drive and shut it down. It took me a few minutes to study the controls and as I looked around the flight deck I could not help noticing that this ship was a flying disaster. Most of the critical systems were running close to red line and there were grease pencil marks on the instrument panels that indicated that readings in or close to the danger zone was the accepted norm for this crew and it's Captain.

I found what I was looking for, and since Ragalian was a language in my UT I could quickly read the labels over the controls. I brought the ship out of hyperspace then used the docking thrusters to bring the ship to a dead stop in normal space just outside the gravity well of a blue gas giant. I knew that if there were any more of the crew still alive on the ship they would be coming to the flight deck or going to the engine compartment to find out what had happened. It was now time for me to go hunting slavers.

The First Officer was the last one to log on to the command console so it was easy for me to scramble the ship's command codes and over write them with codes of my own. This would deny any other crewmembers access to the ship's command or navigation functions. Once that was done I shut down the engines, and the reactor that powered the engines and the ships electrical grid. The ship's emergency batteries kicked in as designed, but the power that they supplied did not last long. Just like the rest of the ship, the batteries were about a century over due for their scheduled maintenance. When the last of the emergency power was expended I activated my feline night vision and began my hunt.

The ship was not very large and contained a single level so there were no ladders or stairs to climb, or a chance that someone could descend a ladder and come up behind me from an area that I had already searched. It took me a little over four hours to clear each compartment and hallway and in my tour of the ship I only came across three living souls that were once our captors. As they stumbled around in the dark it was quite easy for me to either dispatch them with an arrow or a quick slash of the katana. Once I was sure that the ship was mine and that my ownership would not be contested, I went to the flight deck and restarted the reactor. Once the lights were back on I made my way to the cargo compartment where the captives were being held.

I remained in my battle suit, as the cargo bay was one area of the ship that I did not check previously. I knew that when I left the bay under escort that none of our captors were left behind to guard the cages. I did not want to go through there and panic the captives any more than the loss of the lights had already. When I entered the bay I could still hear the sobbing and crying of the confused captives. Sala recognized me immediately and gave me a look that told me that she was trying to figure out what I was wearing and why. Raku and Attu also did not know what to make of me, but they held their questions for the moment as I went through the corridors opening the locked cages.

I pulled the two Alphas aside and told them what had happened. I informed them that they were on a ship and that I was in control. They did not understand the part about the ship as they did not know of any ships this big, and as Attu began to ask a question I cut him off and told him that I would explain later. The look he gave me told me that he was not used to a woman talking to him in this manner. I did not mean to be disrespectful of his position as Alpha, but there were things that needed to be done and I did not have time to stroke his ego.

I asked Raku and Attu to round up any other Alphas, elders, or monks among the captives and have them meet me at the end of the hallway that led out of the cargo bay. The captives were growing restless and I needed them to calm them down so that I could explain better what had happened to them so that they could come back and calmly explain it to their people.

It was about ten minutes before the leaders of the group had joined me, and I noticed that Sala being of royal personage had joined the all male troop of leaders. I chose a room just off the main hallway that was a dining room for the officers, or at least it was back when this ship was in control of the military instead of a band of cutthroats. The dining room had a large window that looked out into the black void of space. It seemed that the Alphas picked a room on the side of the ship opposite the gas giant so all that could be seen was the blackness of space. On a positive note, this saved me from having to explain to them what a planet was. Once the group quieted down I took control of the meeting and I asked them to have a look out the window and tell me what they see.

The consensus was that they were looking at the night sky which was close to being true but I explained that we were above the night sky looking down, but since they could not see anything but darkness and the twinkle of stars in the distance they were confused. I tried to explain again in words that someone from the iron age of Earth might understand but with their ability to comprehend complex concepts, it was as if I was trying to explain celestial navigation to a houseplant. Once again I tried to dumb down my explanation but they still did not understand, so I promised that I would try again later but first there were some things that I needed to do to get the ship moving toward home again. I asked the leaders for their cooperation in keeping their villagers calm and orderly. I also asked them to pass the word not to touch anything that they do not understand, which was pretty much 99% of the items on this ship. 

The last thing I asked them to do was busy work, but we did need to round up the bodies and dispose of them properly before they began to decompose and stink up the ship. The ship smelled really bad as it was, but the stench of rotting corpses was more than I wanted to imagine or live with and we made our way back to Angkor. With the leaders following behind, I found the nearest airlock and asked that the dead be piled neatly in this room. I showed each of the leaders individually how to open and close the inner door. After I did that I made sure to remove the manual key that unlocks the outside door. I did not want to see any of the passengers accidentally launched into space by pressing the wrong button.

Next we addressed the issue of food. I noticed that the ship had a mess hall with a crude replication facility, so I knew that as long as we had power and a large quantity of stored biomass that we would be ok as far as food was concerned. I knew that I would also have to give someone a crash course on ordering food from the replication alcove. I decided that Sala would be a good person for that job and she was designated the cook for lack of a better term that my fellow captives would understand. 

When our little meeting broke up Sala took it upon herself to stay close to me. I did not see any harm in her following me about the ship as I figured out our next move. Before the group of leaders was out of sight I asked if they would send eight strong men with me as I would show them were some of the dead could be found.

The dead and dying were rounded up along with the stunned Captain and loaded into the airlock. Using docking thrusters I angled the ship toward the nearest star then engaged the sub light engines. I got us as close to the star as I could without melting the external hull plating. These brigands were not the religious sort and neither was I but being the Priestess that I was I said a short Pa'u prayer for their sins, and I was surprised when several of my traveling companions joined in. After the prayer was concluded and in full view of the elders I pressed the red button that opened the external hatch of the airlock to the vacuum of space. As the bodies of our captors were sucked out into space and eventually burst into flames I turned to the leaders and said, "Safety lesson number one, never touch anything that you do not understand!"

They all nodded as I advised them to relay what they had seen here today to their people. I did not expect any trouble from the people of Angkor, but I had to do something to express the dangers of traveling in space and what could happen if they touched the wrong control intentionally or by accident. Once my little safety demonstration was complete I made my way to the flight deck to get us away from the star we were orbiting, and then figure out where we were headed, where we came from, and what we should set as our new course.

I took the Captain's chair and started going through the specs and such of the ship to see what sort of mess that I had inherited. The word mess was an understatement. If I was reading the date right and my math was correct, which it usually was, this ship was launched on its maiden voyage about three days before Jesus was nailed to the cross by the Romans. 

As I learned more about the ship's systems I understood why they were doing their hyperspace jumps in short bursts instead of long carefully calculated segments. Their navigational computer had a little more memory than something called a "Game Boy" that children played with in the late twentieth century. Just out of curiosity I plugged in the coordinates for Earth being that I knew these coordinates intimately. The response I got back from the navigation computer was that the jump computations would take 1,172 days to complete. Of course that was totally unacceptable.

I did not know the special coordinates for Angkor but I figured that the navigation system kept a record of where they had been, so I started looking at the logs to see if I could back track the course that the slavers had taken. What I found was par for the course on this ship. The navigation system was running a subroutine that purged the logs as they were created. It seems that these pirates did not want any evidence to be left in the system should they be captured by the authorities. Deleting the logs eliminated one form of evidence that would point to when and where they had raided which could be used against them in a piracy trial.

I still had no idea where I had been and were I was going and there were a few more sets of coordinates that I could remember and all of them would have taken a similar amount of time to calculate. As I was going through the coordinates that I knew the numbers 114.7.413.67.101.5.771 popped into my head. When I entered these coordinates into the system I was informed that it would only take 17 hours to process those route calculations. The short length of the plot time told me that this planet was much closer to our current location than Earth was. I was not exactly sure what we would find there, but the numbers seemed very familiar so it was a shot in the dark worth taking.

While I was waiting for the calculation to complete I poked about in the system found that this ship also had a crude wireless access system built into it but it had not been used in many centuries. I was able to set myself up a network access account and granted myself Captain and owner level access. Once that was done I made myself the Captain of the ship and removed the access that the previous Captain and crew had. I now had wireless access to everything aboard this ship from the food replicators to the hyper drive.

Since I could control the ship with my internal data port I could do a detailed inspection of the ship and access the ships schematics and performance readouts while I toured the engineering compartment. The more I looked at the engines and reactor, the more I wished that I had stayed on the flight deck and assumed that everything was in good working order. My first impression was that this ship's only function should be hauling garbage, but I rethought that statement and now I believe that this ship should be hauled away AS garbage.

Since there was no longer an internal threat from the previous crew I switched into something more comfortable and more fitting my station aboard this ship. It felt so good to be back in my white Drax Corporation flight suit, though this time when I dressed myself with the wardrobe device I left off the logo and text of the afore mentioned corporation. I snickered to myself as I thought about replacing the Drax logo with the Annunaki flag or some similar standard of that long dead race of space colonizers.

I made my way to the cargo bay where we were held earlier to see what my passengers were doing. The first thing I noticed was the looks that I was getting from my fellow travelers as I entered the bay. I could swear that some of the men were drooling or leering, as they looked me over in my tight formfitting white flight suit. The looks from some of the women was more of a jealous nature, and the looks from the elders told me that they did not believe that a Priestess should be dressing this way. One of the elders was bold enough to express his opinion to me and I did my best to explain that my job now was to fly this ship to some place safe, and that this was the proper attire for a pilot to be wearing for such a task. I think he understood the part about what my job was here but I do not think that he understood the word "pilot" or its meaning.

Another surprise as moved through the bay was that the leaders had organized the people into work teams and they were in the process of ripping down the metal fencing that formed the cage corridors. I spoke to Raku who had assumed the role as leader of the entire group and he informed me that there was a shortage of quarters for his people and that they would use the metal fencing to create little huts that a few people could share for privacy. They had found some tools, canvas and other items to assist in their efforts to build a small village in the cargo bay.

I gave Raku the directions to the crew quarters and told him that they could have anything that they found in there to use also, and that they could make use of that space as well for living quarters. He nodded in agreement but as I left the cargo bay I thought I had better go through those quarters myself to make sure that there were no weapons or anything harmful there that could cause an injury, or death. Raku decided to accompany me on my safety check of the crew quarters, and on several occasions I caught him checking out my backside as we walked the hallways.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 43



I took the time we spent together to assure him that I would do my best to get us back to Angkor safely but first I had to locate Angkor before I could set a course. I got the impression from the look on his face that he did not understand so I explained it and likened our journey in space to that of a ship on the open sea. He started to understand and once I saw the light of understanding in his eyes, he was able to figure out that I had to find out the course to set before we could sail home.

I still had a few hours to go before the calculations would be finished so I set myself up in the Captain's quarters, which were closest to the flight deck. I donated his clothing to Raku and his people to use as they saw fit. Being as fat as he was I was sure that his shirt could make a nice tent for a couple of the smaller women. I kept what I thought we could use then dumped the rest out an airlock since I doubted that the waste reclamation system would be able to handle so much junk.

I found a laundry room and used the sonic scrubbers to clean and sanitize everything from the Captain's cabin that I planned on using. Once the wash cycle was completed I washed the sheets and blankets three more times until I was satisfied that I had gotten everything out of them that the disgusting pig of a Captain could have left behind. Once I had clean bedclothes I made my bed and took a short nap until my internal data port activated and told me that the calculations were complete.

I accessed the route information and the good news was that the navigation computer could make the trip to our destination. The bad news was that it was going to take us thirty-two days and 216 jumps to get there. Since I did not know any place closer I pulled up the plot for our first jump, then before bringing the jump engines on line I made a quick check of our fuel reserves and found that we just had enough fuel to make the trip if there were no unnecessary deviations or additional jumps needed. I do not know why but before I gave the instructions to jump I closed my eyes and whispered, "Great Maker protect us!"

The portal to hyperspace opened and the ship entered without incident. A few minutes after the ship entered hyperspace Sala and Raku entered the flight deck and ask what had happened. I explained that we had just set sail and that they would feel the same sensations 216 times over the next thirty-two days as we made our way to a planet called Anora Prime. 

They questioned me about our destination and assumed that it was another continent on Angkor that they had never heard of before. Of course this forced me into an hour-long discussion about planets, countries, continents, and hyperspace. Most of it they did not understand until I once again went back to the boat on the sea reference and compared planets to islands. That they understood, but neither of them asked the question that they should have asked and that was, "Why are we going to Anora Prime instead of Angkor?" No one other than me on board this ship understood this but I suspected that had Diya been here with us, she would have asked that question now that her DNA had been altered to allow a higher level of reasoning.

The ship settled into a comfortable routine as we made our way to Anora. There were a few minor mechanical problems and more than once I found myself demoted to plumber when one or more of the ship's toilets over flowed. Several times we came out of hyperspace close enough to a habitable planet and I was able to take a small landing party down to the surface to gather some fresh fruits and vegetables. We did not have the fuel to take the ship down to the surface as our captors had done on Angkor, but the shuttle served us well until its fuel was exhausted.

A long the way I had many days where nothing had happened and I was able to concentrate on decoding the journal of Enoch. I kept my work with his journal as just a decoding project until I was able to get it all translated into a readable modern version of Annu, but some of the references and comments that he made just popped out and screamed, "READ ME NOW!" Of course I had to read, and was glad that I did but, soon I found myself taking things out of context and went back to my original plan of translating first, and reading later.

During our many jumps in hyperspace I did my best to try to contact the Ksatria Cahaya (KC) or the Potaru Tansa Bushi (PTB). It had been a long while since I was in contact with them and it would be an even longer time as the communications gear on this ship was not compatible with that used by the KC and the PTB. I thought about broadcasting in open space without encryption to see who I could reach but then with the Zetas about the galaxy causing trouble, I did not want to take a chance on a confrontation with them as they had actual weapons and this thing was armed with not much more than a slingshot. We would never stand a chance against a small Saloof fighter, and since those things are short-range craft, confronting them or their carrier would be a very bad idea.

On our final jump we came out of hyperspace a short distance from Anora, and with little fuel to spare. We had just enough to put the ship in orbit and to land on the planet so I needed to make sure we landed in a good spot, as we would not be able to lift off again unless we were lucky enough to find some fuel. Orbiting the planet was free in the sense that there was no fuel cost, and I was able to put us in a high enough orbit that I would not have to keep firing the thrusters to keep our obit from decaying over time.

As we circled the planet I used the ancient scanners to search for life, for threats, and for a safe landing zone. There was plenty of life on Anora but most of the flora and fauna type. I could not find any large clusters of higher life forms that would indicate a city or village, though I found some structures that appeared to be an abandoned village. I fine tuned my scan and determined that there was an abandoned village close by what appeared to be a huge stone structure at the base of a mountain range. What drew my attention to the stone structure was that there was a slight energy signature coming from the stone. 

I located a field large enough to land the ship that was about a mile or so from the stone structure. I wanted to go by myself to check out the structure but the elders insisted that we all go together as my traveling companions were close to an epidemic of cabin fever having been cooped up for so long on the ship. I have to admit that they handled everything quite well including my revelation that our fuel had been expended and that the ship would not fly again.

I explained to the leaders that I believed that there was a portal here on Anora that we could use to take us back to Angkor. This prompted many questions about portals and wormholes and such though they did not use those terms, but I did and just like describing hyperspace travel to them, my words fell on deaf ears. I was comforted when one of the younger women spoke up and told the elders, and me "Priestess saved our lives so if we have to live here, I am alright with that." I was surprised when the elders and Alphas agreed with her, and finally after a month in space I truly felt appreciated.

As we began our trek towards what I hoped would be a temple we passed many black oddly shaped black obelisks. Some were standing upright in the ground and others were lying over on their sides. As we passed the first of many I warned my shipmates to not touch the obelisks, as there was a potential for injury or death associated with them. It was then that Attu spoke up and recalled seeing similar obelisks on Angkor when he was younger and his father would take him hunting. Just like the obelisks that I came across on Angkor, these ones were ancient. I continued to use the word "obelisk" in conversation but I knew full well that they were the same plague carrying rockets that I had found on Angkor. I decided not to try to explain this to my fellow travelers.

Along the way to the stone structure in the distance we passed through a village that resembled the one on Rontara that had also been abandoned. This one had been abandoned for a lot longer than the one on Rontara. As we walked through the village the men began to make comments about each structure and would make remarks about what would be necessary to make the houses and shops functional again. The rammed earth was still intact. The years and the elements had taken their toll but most of the walls and foundations were salvageable. The roofs and doors had rotted away but since the roofs were of thatch construction and the doors were simple wood, it would take little time to make this village home if necessary. Upon hearing one of the elders mention this, Raku stopped our movement and started assigning people to clear the houses and to start gathering what they could to start the reconstruction.

After the men began splitting up into work teams he detailed the women to spread out and forage for food in the open fields and just beyond the tree line. He cautioned them not to go too far into the jungle beyond as there was no telling what sort of wildlife they could come across in the deeper part of the jungle. I added that if they run into a big brown cat wearing a gold collar that most likely its friendly and that I should be notified at once. I got a few quizzical looks from my comment, but I also got a lot of head nods as the women set off to forage. 

I was glad to hear Raku make these assignments as it was becoming difficult to keep the entire group together and moving at an efficient pace. Once the people set about their assigned tasks, Raku tasked Attu and a few other men to accompany me to my final destination. I assured him that I did not need a security detail, but he suggested that their muscle power might be needed to move a fallen object or open a stubborn door that I might find in my path.

As we walked I began to admire Raku for jumping into action and taking command of the situation. Though he was not the official Alpha of the group, it seemed that the other Alphas were deferring to his judgment and easily accepting the assignments that he was giving out to the rest of the Angkorians. Attu was not the authoritarian that Raku was but he seemed to be taking a position at Raku's second in command. The more I watched Raku and Attu, the more I thought that either of them would make a good village chief someday and from the looks of things we had two great guys to help get this new village of ours up and running.

We made it to the stone structure and it was just as it had appeared in my Epsilon particle induced dream. This temple was built of simple stone instead of the nice polished marble and granite that I had found on other planets that had been colonized by the Annunaki. The roof of the temple had collapsed on top of the alter but the obelisk and the wall behind the alter which contained the alter's electronics was still intact. As the men began clearing the debris from around the alter I searched for the security pad. I remembered that it was on the western wall and as I looked around to get my bearings I found a wall covered with ivy that over the years turned into thick vines. 

It took a bit of effort to pull the vines free from the wall and after about thirty minutes of work I found the rectangle I was looking for. I used my hand to clear away the dirt from the panel and once it was clean I pressed the palm of my hand to the device. I felt the familiar tingle that told me that the device was functioning and that my DNA had been read but there was no reaction from any of the temple's installed systems other than the familiar, "Greetings Princess Maew, Welcome to Anora Prime." I came to the realization that just like in my dream it would take two Annunaki to open the passage that led under the temple. I also began to ponder what could be under the temple that would require a higher level of security to enter than their Central Command facility on Angkor. 

Attu and the men were doing a great job of moving the debris away from the alter area. I knew that I could not get under the temple at the moment so my goal was to at least get the medical scanner and healing beam to function. The more I could see the easier it was for me to pinpoint the vintage and model of the installed systems. I was thankful now that I had downloaded the schematics for the most popular temple and shrine configurations that the Annunaki had used on their colony worlds. A quick search of my internal PDA had me looking at the correct schematics in a few seconds. 

The wall behind the alter was slightly damaged and I knew that I would have to take a look at the electronics behind the wall. Thankfully there were no statues there that had to be moved like in the village of Pa'u. I was lucky that several men that had assisted in removing the stone cover from the shrine were among the group that was assisting me with the debris removal. I gathered them up along with Attu and told them what I needed to do to get the healing system working. As I described the work that needed to be done, two of the young monks with us listened in but did not volunteer to help. They were a bit surprised when Attu tasked them to join the work party.

The temple was in no condition to host the nightly prayers and as we noticed that the light was beginning to fade Attu suggested that we break for dinner and evening prayers and continue our work in the morning. I knew that I did not need rest due to my genetic makeup but I knew that the others in our new village did need rest and food so I agreed to stop for the day and join the rest for prayers and evening meal. 

When we got back to the village we found that Raku and his work parties had done a good job of fixing up a few buildings to use as temporary shelter, and the woman had found enough fruits and vegetables to satisfy the needs of everyone. The men got off to a slower start, as they were not prepared for construction work. A group of men were sent back to the ship where they found a cache of tools that came in quite handy. Along with the tools the men brought back some of the weapons that our captors had used on us. Mostly all they had were stun rifles and a few pellet-firing pistols. The men knew enough to pull the trigger but not how to aim the weapons. Before going back to the temple I gave a few of the men a crash course in how to aim and fire the weapons. They were the first group of guards that Attu would post throughout the evening to watch over the sleeping villagers. I knew that if and when Neko arrived she would go to the temple so I decided that I would spend the majority of my time there. That was also where I could do the most good for my people. After all, a good Priestess has to tend to her flock.

I was unable to sleep so I spent the night going over the temple configuration so that I would be ready to dive right into the electronics once the men removed the stone cover. Remembering back to my dream I remembered that once Neko and I had identified our selves, the healing beam and the shield projector worked in concert to protect the crew of the Shinawatra from the deadly black mist. I knew from my experience with these systems that this was a secondary system that would activate if the terminal built into the alter became disabled. From what I remember, the sensor in the obelisk was still functioning and the system still had power. The documentation on this system said that the backup functions were limited and would only provide basic life support service on the most serious injuries. For minor injuries and illnesses, an emergency medical kit would have to be used.

So far the villagers were only experiencing minor strains, sprains, cuts, and abrasions. There had been no life threatening injuries since we landed, but that did not mean that in time there would be none. I thought long and hard about what could be wrong and what I could do to repair the damage and finally I was feeling sleepy some where around what would have been midnight. With no pillow or blanket for comfort I slipped out of my flight suit before I reverted to my feline form. I found a clean spot that the work parties had made earlier in the day and that is where I curled up and went to sleep.

In the morning as the sun began to rise I awoke to the sound of the morning prayers echoing from the main street of the village. I knew soon that I would have workers arriving to help me with the temple repairs. This was going to be a long day so when I transitioned to human form I decided to make myself comfortable. We were located in a tropical region so beige cargo shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt seemed to be a good choice for the day along with my most comfortable hiking boots. As the men and some of the villagers arrived they took notice of my choice of clothing and a few remarked that I was dressed similar to our captors. I mostly blew off their comments and responded that I had taken these from the ship before we left, as my fight suit was much too uncomfortable in this hot humid environment. Over the duration of our time here my flock would come to see me in many different outfits that were strange to them but it was rare that they would question their Priestess... especially in the presence of Raku or Attu. 

During the next week I spent most of my time at the temple and Sala was kind enough to bring me food or send someone in her place to make sure that I ate. The stone cover came off the back of the wall easy enough once the vines that were holding it in place were removed. While the electronics were exposed the men made quick work of building a sturdy wood and thatch roof over the alter. We found ourselves living in a tropical region that produced a short rain shower or thunderstorm every afternoon. Attu working as my foreman was quick to have a thatch roof constructed once I described how bad it would be for the rain to come in contact with the exposed electronics.

The hard part of the temple restoration was left to me. I had to find a way to replace the monitor, keyboard and the associated electronics that were built into what once was the alter. It was easy enough for the men to prop up a stone slab on two other pieces of rock to form an alter, the trick was getting a drawer under the alter that would support the keyboard and display panel if I could repair the ones that were damaged in the roof's collapse.

All attempts to make repairs on the alter's electronics were futile so my thoughts turned to what would work as a substitute. I made my way back to the ship that had brought us here and searched the numerous controls and display panels for something that could work as a substitute and as I searched the ship I could find nothing that would work... that is until I remembered the flight control console in the shuttle. It was basically the same height and width of the alter and had an angled display panel that swept away from the large flat surface that was the top of the console. It took some work and a lot of heavy lifting from my beefy male workers but we got the console out of the shuttle and back to the temple.

I did not trust the men to work on the sensitive areas of the console so once they put it in place it was my job to secure it to the floor and run the wiring through the sub floor and up into the back of the wall behind the alter. Once I got the wiring in place, two of the men who were stonemasons made a very nice sandstone alter top that was mounted to two thick stone uprights. Over my objections five of the men stood up on the alter and jumped up and down to show me how sturdy the alter was. In all of their excitement they forgot that they were in a place of worship until Attu chased them off the alter. One of the monks that had observed their behavior ordered them to do two hours of penance in front of the alter that their foolishness defiled.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 43



The stonework was easy compared to the rewiring I had to do. I had the schematics for the alter's electronics but did not have a proper wiring diagram for the console that we appropriated from the shuttle. It took a lot of work with outdated hand scanners and ancient soldering equipment to make the proper connections. In lieu of proper electrical sealing tape I ended up using tree sap to seal the connections that I had made to keep out the elements.

Once I had all the connections made I took another two days to retrace my wires and double check my work. When I was satisfied that the whole thing would not blow up in my face I ushered everyone off the plateau that contained the alter and with nearly half the village watching I flipped the breaker inside the back of the alter wall that put power back to the obelisk and the control center built into the newly constructed alter. 

Once the system was powered up there were no sparking panels or explosions, and it seems that everything was in working order. I took my place at the keyboard and tried to execute a few basic commands but soon found the flaw in my wiring of the keyboard. I did my best to make sure that all the letters and numerals were wired to reflect the symbols that the Annunaki used for their language when these temples were created long ago but perhaps I mixed up a few color codes as some of the symbols for letters were coming up as numbers. I was glad to see that the stone symbols on the back wall that the monks used to activate the systems were all aligned properly and worked well. It was just the command keyboard that I had to rewire, and after a few hours I had all of that sorted out and was ready to give the system its first test.

I volunteered myself as the test subject and one of the monks was even eager to volunteer to use the scanner on me, but Attu would not hear of it. He said that I was too valuable to the temple and village should something go horribly wrong. Attu asked if anyone would volunteer to be scanned and several hands went up. Attu selected a young woman that had her hand wrapped with cloth. It seemed that she cut herself while removing a fishhook and had a cut in her hand that could have used a few stitches and some antibiotics.

I thanked her for volunteering and as Attu assisted her to the alter I gave the system one last diagnostic run before I was ready. As was the tradition when someone was being healed, they would lay the patient down on the alter while the onlookers chanted a healing prayer. Once my test subject was ready I activated the scanning beam by using the stone push symbols that the monks would normally use on the wall behind the alter and just as expected the blue beam lanced out of the obelisk and conducted a full scan of the patient. Now normally the monk would not look at the console, he would just use the push stones to activate the next sequence in the healing process which would cause the teal colored beam to begin the medical treatment.

I knew that the push stones would work so I went through the healing process with the keyboard and the display panel to make sure that everything was in order. The display showed the cut on her hand in green the green area, and showed a slight urinary tract infection in the yellow area. I made a quick check of the power readings and found that full power was available from the reactor under the temple. I also took note that the same type of artificially induced quantum singularity reactor that powered the Central Command facility on Angkor was supplying power to the temple and the facility below. I took a moment to reflect on the need for such a powerful reactor on an out of the way world like this that held no major military, or governmental, installations.

My musings on the power situation were put aside and I turned back to my patient on the alter. The teal healing beam worked as expected and my patient was healed and cured in a matter of minutes. After the first test was done I had a few more villagers step up with other minor aches, pains, and viral infections but nothing really life threatening. All were healed quickly by the temple's medical system. Once word got out that the healing had begun at the temple a long line began to form and that is when I decided that I needed a bath and turned the operation of the temple over to the monks. 

I stuck around long enough to make sure everything worked well for them before making my way back to the village. As I was leaving Attu said that he would have the stone cover placed over the electronics on the back wall behind the alter and that he would ensure that the temple was ready for evening prayers. I thanked him for all his help, but suggested that he should have the monks lead the evening prayers as I needed a bit of rest. He understood and wished me well as I padded my way down the temple's steps and headed off in the direction of the village.

Attu and I never spoke of the night of passion that we shared together and I was sort of glad that we kept that our secret. I seriously wanted to have him inside me again but I knew that I wanted to get him and the rest of our villagers back to their homes and their loved ones, so silently we knew that our relationship had to be of the business sort. I smiled as I thought of our night together and wondered if there were any other studly young men that would want to have a night of passion with a sexy genetically enhanced Annunaki princess.

The time passed quickly for us on Anora Prime and soon a month had passed since we landed here. The men found a river near by and through many weeks of hard work they dug a small channel to supply water to the village. The other major project was the rehabilitation of the houses throughout the village. Proper thatch roofs were installed on each of the structures that we called home. In addition, doors and shutters were constructed so now that when the daily rains came we did not get a good soaking. 

While the houses were being rebuilt a few of the women had stumbled upon a series of caves that turned out to be a network of lava tubes that ran under a long dormant volcano. Even though the rammed earth huts were sturdy enough, the caves were close enough to the village to make for a good shelter when the heavier weather set in. For that purpose we had the caves stocked with food, water, blankets and such to sustain us for a few days in case of a hurricane or some other natural disaster.

The temple had a weather control system like the shrine in the Pa'u village had but for some unknown reason it was not functioning properly, neither was the shield that would cover the village. I could get the shield to deploy but it was only able to cover the area over the temple and as hard as I tried I could not get the protection to extend to the ground. The shield would only function as an umbrella instead of a protective bubble, and in the event of a ground assault an attacker could just walk under the umbrella. As I worked on the shield system I came to the conclusion that the hardware was designed to only protect against and assault from the air, not the ground. Once I thought I had found a way to expand the shield umbrella but I was denied when the programming that was hard coded into the system demanded a second person of command rank authenticate via the DNA reader.

I continued to work on the temple and its associated electronics, but every new circuit that I created, or old circuit that I by passed did nothing to allow me access to what was hidden under the temple. Over there years that I had spent putting Annunaki portals and facilities back online I had learned a lot about how things worked and how their engineers thought. I had been able to by pass many of their security systems but this one proved to be the most difficult and resisted my best attempts to hack my way in.

Many of the villagers by now had given up hope of returning to Angkor and because of this I made breaking into the facility below my top priority. My day consisted of a brisk morning run in panther form, though my running was not for my health. My morning runs were for the sole purpose of finding Neko the brown puma that I had met in my dreams. I could cover more ground in feline form than I could as a human female. At a full out run I could make it to the spot where I thought that I had met Neko before and back before the villagers had finished breakfast and their morning prayers. 

As we moved into the middle of our second month here the villagers kept to their daily duties of gathering food, tending to the crops that they had planted, and fishing. There was a lake near by that held plenty of fish and the men had become expert at catching them and bringing them back for the women to clean and cook. The villagers were too busy with daily life to complain, though the way that their minds were wired by the Annunaki it was not in their nature to complain. There lives were about acceptance and conformity, and while I was tempted to over ride their DNA locks to make them free thinkers, in the back of my mind I knew that this would not work out well should they decide to rise up and start a revolution. I did not need to have to fight the villagers at the same time I was fighting with Annunaki designed security systems in an attempt to get them all back home.

One night during the beginning of our third month here I had grown restless and was unable to sleep. One of the things that I enjoyed so much on Galora was watching the moons rise and set, but Agora had no moon, so the best I could do was to recline on the steps of the temple and watch the stars above. There were no city lights to pollute the view and there were many nights that I fell asleep on the stone steps of the temple after finding hours of peace gazing at the light from the stars above. On this particular night I was making my way toward the temple and I ran into Raku. He also was unable to sleep but he made the excuse that he was just checking on the men who drew guard duty for the night. We never had any problems with wild animals or marauders but after our abduction Raku thought it best to have a few men walking the streets to raise the alarm in case of trouble.

As I walked toward the temple Raku offered to walk with me. He was concerned about my many nights of being alone at the temple, and even through I assured him that I could take care of myself he insisted on walking with me. As we walked and talked I ceased my objections and allowed him to escort me to the temple. After all, who was I to refuse a request from such a handsome man? Raku had been true to Sosha the entire time that we had been on Anora together, though many of the young ladies here tried to convince him that they would be a suitable replacement for her, he never waivered and resisted their charms. With Attu being here, it would be a bit odd for me to get involved with someone especially Raku, though we did have many instances when we were alone to make something happen.

As we left the village I linked my arm with Raku's as if he were a gentleman of old Earth escorting his Lady out on the town for a fabulous evening. We talked, laughed and giggled and when we got to the steps of the temple I have him a big hug and thanked him for being so supportive of me these past three months. He asked me what my plans were for the night at the temple and I let him know that I needed to relax a bit and gaze at the stars in the moonless night sky. When he asked me if I would mind his company I smiled and welcomed him to take a seat next to me on the steps, which he did.

I stretched out on the steps and he followed my lead but what caught me off guard was when he slipped his arm under my shoulders and pulled me toward him bringing my head to rest on his massive bare chest. I adjusted my position and got comfy and as I snuggled against him his arm bent and came to rest across my tummy just below my ribs. I was wearing a short dark blue cargo shorts and a white tank top with no bra on under. I thought that I would not need such things to look at the stars in the dark by myself. I was thankful that Raku did not have my feline night vision or he would have noticed my small nipples standing at attention under the soft fabric of my tank top.

For a while after he pulled me to him I thought that he was about to make a move on me at any minute as we lay together looking up at the stars. A few times I moved a little and he would move with me, but mostly we were silent until the first shooting star crossed through our field of view. We had both seen the thin trail of fire from the meteor together and as it exited our field of view I asked Raku what he had wished for. I was stunned when he replied that it was a secret and that if he told me his wish would never come true. 

I giggled softly and explained to him that we had a similar custom where I came from so when he tried to convince me to give up my secret wish I too refused to tell. That is when he threatened to tickle it out of me. I really did not believe that wishes made on burning hunks of space rock flashing across the night sky would come true, but it seemed like keeping a secret was the fun thing to do at the moment. Well that was until he carried out his threat and started to tickle me. The more he tickled, the more I squirmed against him and after a few minutes of that I was ready to confess my secret. I was also ready to pounce on him and declare myself the Alpha female by taking him away from Sosha. I was so close to running my hand across his abs and slipping it into his sarong but I decided against being so forward. First, he belonged to another woman and I had vowed to reunite all of our villagers with their loved ones. Second, I was a Priestess and he was the Alpha and we had to keep our relationship professional at all times. A third thought popped into my mind that told me we were alone and that there was no one around to see us if I did have my way with this Alpha male.

He stopped tickling me when I began to explain my wish to him. I pointed out the many points of light in the sky and began to teach him about the stars above and the physics of the universe. Of course I gave him the simple condensed version that an elementary school student would understand. I explained that each small point of light was a star and around most of the stars were planets such as Angkor where we were abducted. Now I knew that he could not understand the concept of space travel but I was surprised when he began to ask questions. I went back to my description of each star being a country and the black of space being the sea and he began to understand.

A few hours had passed and our snuggling continued and had progressed to the point where his hand was massaging my back, shoulders and ribs, and several times his hand wandered down to brush over the top of my firm round little butt. I was enjoying myself as well. Since he was exploring me, I began exploring him and as my hand massaged his chest and abs, and from time to time I would trace my fingers around and over his nipples. I smiled to myself when each touch of his nipples brought a sigh of pleasure from his lips.

I think we both knew where this snuggling was heading, but we still had a long night a head of us and had plenty of time to get where we were going slowly. I was enjoying the slow build up and the exploration that was going on between us. As Raku's hand rubbed down my ribs I could feel him growing bolder as his fingers brushed against the side of my right breast. When his hand moved in that direction again I twisted a little to let him touch even more of my firm honey colored orb.

I could feel myself getting more turned on as this little teenage game of exploration continued. Finally I grew impatient and took our little game to the next level. I no longer cared about him being Alpha or his girlfriend back on Angkor; I knew that I was going to have him inside me tonight. My experimenting with his body told me that his nipples were as sensitive as mine were and I planned to use this to my advantage. I turned to him a bit more to bring my lips in contact with his chest, then slowly left a line of small soft wet kisses across the left side of his chest. I was oh so careful to avoid his sensitive nipples, and as I passed by the right nipple he tried to wiggle in a way that would put the brown little nub under my lips. I was so adept at what I was doing that it was easy to avoid giving him what he wanted until I was sure that he had been teased enough by my lips.

Raku tried to roll me over onto my back and take control but his efforts only got a whispered warning from me telling him that tonight I was the Alpha. He laughed and even though I knew that he could easily have taken control of me he relaxed and allowed me to continue. As he settled onto his back I moved my lips to his right nipple as I slipped my right leg across his upper thighs. I whispered, "I have you now!" as I sucked his nipple between my lips.

Raku let out a sigh of pleasure and moved his huge hand to the back of my head to hold me in position. I flicked my tongue out over the tip of his nipple as I held it prisoner with my lips. Raku was getting into the spirit of things as I felt him slip his hand under my tank top. I adjusted my position a little to let his hand travel up toward my breasts, then did my best to place my right breast against his hand. Now it was my turn to purr softly from his touch as his fingers softly pinched and rolled the brown little point.

As my lips and tongue caressed his nipple I began to think of my next move but my plans for defiling the Alpha were interrupted when he appeared to be taking control. My lips were pulled away from his chest as he sat up sharply and pulled me up with him. I was not sure where he was going with this but I was ready to play along with just about any idea that he had. He used the hand on the back of my head to twist it so that I could gaze off in the direction he was pointing with his finger.

I opened my eyes fully and looked up in the night sky and found myself looking at a bright blue glowing ring just above the horizon. The ring grew in intensity, shimmered for a few seconds then winked out. Raku asked me if we should make a wish on that as well, but this time I remained silent. He threatened to tickle the answer out of me, but a stern gaze from me told him that perhaps the playful fun was over for the night.

We waited a few minutes and continued to watch the night sky. Raku asked many questions about what we had seen and just as I was about to answer another ring in the night sky appeared above where the blue ring had appeared. The ring like the other was way above us in space and appeared to be the size of a golf ball to as we watching from the steps of the temple. This ring was yellow and as Raku inquired what the difference in color meant, a second and third yellow ring appeared to the right and left of the first yellow ring. A few seconds later the three yellow rings winked out just as the blue one had earlier. 

We continued to watch the sky then shortly after the rings were gone we could see short pulses of red, blue and green in the general area where the four rings had been. Most of the time the colored streaks would fade out, but occasionally we could see what appeared to be a bright burst of flame that burned bright for a split second before it was extinguished. I knew what we were watching, and I knew that our fun for the night was over.

Raku asked what this meant, and as he questioned me I got to my feet and told him that this was bad... really bad. He stood with me and we both kept our eyes on the sky as I formulated a plan. I had to jostle Raku a few times to get him to pay attention to me instead of what was going on above the planet. Once I had his attention I told him that the villagers needed to get to the caves immediately and that they should take as much food and survival items as they could carry. I requested that six men with the weapons from the ship be sent to the temple along with the monks. The rest of the weapons should be split up amongst the caves and that runners be designated to carry messages between the temple and the caves so that everyone would know what is happening.




Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 43



As I laid all of this out for Raku I forgot the most important thing, which I realized when he demanded in a very forceful tone for me to explain what was happening. As quickly as I could I told him that humans such as us were locked in a battle for their lives above this planet with a race of reptilian beings from another galaxy. He did not understand the "galaxy" part but he did understand about the reptilians and mentioned that some of their ancient legends tell of such creatures from the stars attacked Angkor long ago.

As he turned to leave for the village I asked him to inform the village that they will encounter injured humans at some time over the next few days. I requested that they be given as much assistance as possible as many of them would be badly wounded. Raku understood and before he left he wished me well. He took a few steps away from the temple when I called out to add, "Bring the wounded to the temple when its safe to do so, the monks and I will tend to them!"

I also explained that they will see black obelisks (rockets) like the ones we had encountered when we first arrived here. I detailed the threat that these obelisks presented and the reason for the villagers to stay deep in the caves until the obelisks stop falling from the sky. Raku did not understand how rain could be black and I tried to explain that it was a liquid dispensed from the obelisks that would be falling like rain but again, he did not understand. I dumbed it down for him enough that he could understand then I added that the villagers will be safe from the black rain but the humans fighting in the sky above will be harmed greatly if it gets on their skin. Raku nodded then followed up with a verbal reply so that I knew that he understood.

Raku carried out my instructions then went to the caves with the villagers. He sent Attu his second in command to the temple with six other men to assist me, and protect me. Along with the men came several women that insisted on going to the temple with their men to pray and to help out when needed. I knew that if my dream was correct, their help and the help of many more would be needed before the next three days had passed.