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Chi Ana's Worlds Ch. 01

By: kitty_siam



Abandoned

It had been fifteen years since the Hitarri war had ended and since that time children of the Hitarri had been pursued, rounded up, and executed. In the final year of the war it came to light that the Hitarri were building a new race of soldiers, assassins, spies and terrorists through genetic engineering. From the beginning the war had gone badly for us as we were outnumbered and out gunned by our enemy. Our leaders knew that we could not win against the forces arrayed against us, but in our little corner of the galaxy the Galactic Trade Federation (GTF) was seen as an evil empire swallowing up the independent worlds such as Hitar. 

Our leaders knew that most of our people would be exterminated as had happened to other small worlds that opposed the GTF. Our leaders wanted to leave something behind after they were gone so they created a highly advanced eugenics program in the hope of leaving a ticking human time bomb behind to plague the GTF. The leading genetic scientist and head of the Hitarri eugenics project was my father Chi Gau. After the fall of Hitar father was arrested with in few weeks and charged with genetic crimes against the Federation for which he was sentenced to death. There was no appeal as the judgment of the military tribunal was final. My father was executed by disintegration at dawn the following morning. 

My mother Chi Na was able to see the fall of Hitar coming long before it happened as she possessed mental abilities that to this day have not been fully cataloged or understood. We had made our escape from Hitar long before the invasion fleet arrived. When mother was not found on Hitar, the GTF put out a notice of reward for her arrest and the Captain of the transport that we were on was eager to turn us in for a quick profit. We were arrested as soon as we set foot and Dista Station where the transport Captain had arranged for the authorities to meet us at the space dock. Mother surrendered immediately so as not to bring harm upon me, but being young and somewhat foolish I decided to put my Do Ku Ro training to good use and attempted to fight off the GTF Marines. I did quite well given my size and age and was able to take down six of the Marines before I was subdued by multiple stun blasts from several pulse rifles. Later on I would learn that two of the marines that I had fought with had died from their injuries. During my years in captivity I had to endure many beatings at the hands of my marine guards as revenge for their fallen and maimed comrades until mother and I were transferred to a civilian prison.

In designing me father carefully constructed the perfect girl he thought using his seed, mom's egg and many artificially created DNA strands. The hope was that I would begin to show mom's mental abilities at a young age, but something went wrong in his calculations and instead of being a telepath like mom it was my empathic abilities that emerged before my teen years. Father had held out hope that when I reached the age of majority that my abilities would fully materialize and my telepathic abilities would surpass my mother's. This was father's hope, mom's wish, and the fear of the judges from the GTF that were about to decide my fate.

While I awaited my fate in a Federal prison, the strong military leader of the GTF were replaced by a socialist leader that was a bit more benevolent as a large number of the member worlds on the outer fringe of the Federation objected to being ruled by an iron fist and threatened open rebellion. This is what brought about the change in leadership and the softening of the official position regarding the remaining Hatarri. At the beginning of the new Prime Minister's rule the death penalty was banned for any offense except for the murder of a government official. Once the number of children executed by the military became public, the military was forced out of power. This spared the lives of many Hatarri, but presented a new problem for the government, as there was no longer a clear way to dispose of people like myself.

Three civilian judges would decide my fate, and though they tried to make a show of my hearing for posterity my fate had already been decided in private and this hearing would just be a formality. My father's genetic creations had caused such devastation and chaos across the Federation and there was no way that I would be allowed to live among the civilian population, or the general population of one of the many maximum security penal colonies. I was the last of my kind as far as the GTF knew, but what they did not know was that I was also the first of my kind. I was genetically designed to be something else that had never seen before. Mother knew some of my capabilities, but my captors did not or they would have had me immediately blown out of an airlock somewhere along the route to my show trial.

It was determined that I must be contained at all times so my hearing would be conducted in a secret location in a chamber that was hollowed out of a granite mountain on an inhospitable planet far away from any member world of the GTF. A science team had been dispatched to survey the world that would become our prison. No high level life had been found, though some ape-like creatures had been found three continents away that was thought to be too hostile to maintain human life. 

It was determined that mother and me would be no threat to them should our reactor or stasis pods fail as an ice age was rapidly cooling the planet. GTF scientists had determined that all life on the planet would perish under the ice. This was to be the perfect prison for us as it amounted to a death sentence that no one had to physically carry out. Since no one would actually end our lives, the disposal of my mother and I would be perfectly legal.

For most of my teenage years I was imprisoned in a high tech cell next to my mother. I was chemically kept in a comatose state until my final prison could be constructed. Though I was unable to move or respond, during this time I could feel the constant touch of my mother's mind upon mine and I knew that mentally she was preparing me for what was to come. It was her mental touch that kept me sane through my two years in captivity.

Mother and I were transported into the confinement chamber that had been constructed to house us for eternity. When the transport beam dissipated we found ourselves in a freshly constructed spherical chamber. In front of us were the three judges, a court reporter, and a six-man security force. Behind us were three certified telepaths belonging to the GTF Ministry of Justice. To the right of the judges were two stasis pods mounted to a black granite wall that were powered by a zendarium reactor. Just one of these reactors could theoretically power the stasis pods for several million years barring some sort of natural disaster. A second suitcase sized reactor was installed as a back up incase the primary failed or exhausted its zendarium core. 

Upon seeing the two pods in the quarried out chamber I knew that they had decided to imprison mom along with me since they were no longer permitted by law to execute us. I should have guessed that they would consider mom's advanced mental abilities too much of a threat as she had already proven that the sleeper drugs she was forced to take did little to suppress her mind like it did the other normal telepaths.

Mother and I were kept drugged during our show trial, which consisted of the lead judge reading the charges against us and announcing the verdict and sentence. Of course just for show we were asked if we wished to make a statement or give evidence, and even though we tried to speak for ourselves, the drugs that they were pumping into our bodies prevented us from responding. The judges waited several minutes for effect, and after we failed to respond to the charges against us, the judges took a vote and we were both found guilty as charged. 

I knew that mom's so-called guilt in this was being married to my father and producing the egg that father used to create me, and perhaps several others that were created before me. I was born containing a genetic make up that the GTF scientists could not understand or decode. The DNA in the normal Hitarri genome contains about three billion base pairs. The scientists that examined me determined that my genetic make up contained over seventy billion base pairs, which, my father had encrypted to prevent anyone from duplicating his work. This level of encryption also made it impossible for the Federation to determine what I had been designed to do, or what I would be capable of. This is why I could not be permitted to remain on any world controlled by the GTF.

It was bad enough that we would spend eternity entombed in a granite chamber in stasis; we would also be forced to suffer what was called, "The Death of Personality." This meant that we would have our memories wiped clean before entering the stasis pods, this I was not prepared for but somehow I got the feeling that my mother even in her drugged state had seen this coming. 

Since the judges considered me to be greater threat the telepaths were ordered to start the mind wipe on me first. I could feel the three of them enter my mind together and from the moment of their entry it felt as if my mind was being torn apart. I tried to block them out as mother had taught me long ago but I was unable to muster the mental strength to take on all three of them at the same time. They expertly sought out and destroyed everything that made me who I was by birth and who I had become by experience and education. The best that I could manage against their telepathic assault was to keep repeating over and over, "My name is Chi Ana, the daughter of Chi Gau and Chi Na." My hope was that somehow I could at least remember my name and my parents as my last act of defiance against the Federation.

The senior judge once again read the verdict for the record and shortly after the reading was complete the guards placed the two of us in our stasis pods. I was just lucid enough to see the chronometer reading on the suitcase sized zendarium reactors, the date indicated in galactic standard time (GST) that this was the tenth day of the fourteenth month in the year 4147. I did my best to burn this date into my memory before the stasis pod was sealed and activated.

My skin began to tingle as the staison particles began to bombard my slender body. At the same time I could smell the sweet fragrance of the sleep gas that was being pumped into the chamber. My last thoughts were of how kind they were to allow us to sleep before the staison conversion put our bodies into suspended animation for the eons to come.

The technology we were entombed in functioned flawlessly and was much more reliable than the climate change predictions of the scientists that did the initial survey on this planet. They correctly predicted the ice age that over took the planet, but they were wrong in the prediction of its scope and duration. The ice covered most of the northern half of the planet but never made it down into the arid continents near the planet's equator and in that area life flourished and evolved.

Another thing that the scientists never counted on was the frequency and strength of seismic activity in the area around our prison. As the ice receded the planet became warmer and in time seasons developed. The area we were imprisoned in had four seasons and these helped along with the other elements to wear away the mountains that our prison was carved in to. The freeze and thaw cycle helped to create fishers in the rock, then coupled with numerous quakes the mountains around us were reduced to small craggy hills over time. It was one such quake that caused a section of our prison's roof to collapse on top of my mother's stasis pod. The force of the heavy slab of granite shattered the thick transparent sheet of plexite that the enclosure was made of. Once the pod was breached the revival process began that granted mother an unforeseen pardon.

My freedom would come later by another extreme act of nature. The mountain chosen for our prison was mostly made of granite, but in the granite was a rich seam of iron ore that made its way from the peak of the mountain down below the planet's surface which made quite a lightning rod. It was during a violent storm of hurricane proportion that caused the iron ore at the top of the mountain to be struck by lightning, which flowed through a natural seam that passed through one side of the spherical chamber that my stasis pod was placed in.

I did not fare as well as mother did when she was freed. The automated process allowed her to revive gradually while my revival was a severe jolt that interrupted the stasis field and caused me to be violently ejected from my stasis pod. When the electrical surge hit the breakers tripped as designed to protect the circuitry, but there was nothing to protect me, as I lay unconscious on the cold granite floor for several weeks while my body's healing processes fought against the staisons that held me in suspended animation.

I knew I was awake because I could hear, and I could feel. I could hear the water dripping in the distance down a natural channel in the rocks. I could feel a chill against my exposed skin, and I could feel the breeze that was blowing the chilled air through the channel and into my prison. I tried to speak but could not. My mouth would open but no sound would come out. I tried to stand but my legs would not cooperate as there was still a dull sensation coursing through my limbs from the long bombardment of staison particles that my body had absorbed.

I was unaware of how much time had passed since we were imprisoned, and I was also unable to judge the passage of time since I was ejected from my pod but I knew that it was a long time, perhaps a day or more. I once again took stock of my natural senses and found that touch; smell, taste and hearing were all working properly. The problem was that sight and speech were offline so to speak. For now at least I was blind and mute. I could feel my other senses intensify slowly as they attempted to cope with my lack of sight.

With the assistance of the judge's table that was left behind in our prison chamber I was able to pull myself up to my feet. It took a while to get my legs under me and once I did it took even longer for me to be able to stand without the aid of the table to brace myself against. My mind was clearing up and though a lot of what I was had been ripped from me I felt a few things still remained, and I felt my mother's touch upon my mind and knew that while my memories were being taken from me, she had stayed a step or two a head of the three telepaths and restored back what she could before they began the wipe on her mind. I could also feel that she did the same for herself and used my mind as sort of a back up hard drive to store what she could of her abilities and memories. She was able to restore some of these items as the telepaths moved to other occupied areas of her brain. I never suspected such a thing could be done, but I was glad that she could preserve what she did for both of us.

With my hands resting on the table I felt my way around and as I moved my hands across the table I found something that resembled a pile of what felt like leather, and a hardened staff made of wood that was close to my height. As I picked up the leathery items at my fingertips they began to disintegrate as if it had been ravaged by age, decay and the natural elements. I knew that whatever it was it was once alive, but I knew that this was not the carcass of the beast that the hide had come from as I could feel stitching along the edges that seemed to be made of some sort of animal sinew. I suspected that mother had left this gift here long ago. My suspicions were confirmed as my hands moved past the furs to the other side of the table.

Upon the debris covered composite finish of the portable judge's table I found several hardened clay tablets with Hitaric characters pressed into the hardened clay. It was a note from mom. The Federation had forced the use of the galactic standard language upon the worlds that it annexed, but Hitar fought the imposition of this text based language in favor of our traditional word based symbols. The tablets that I found were composed in the familiar Hitaric characters that were easy for me to read by touch being that I could not see.

Mom began her note by telling me that her pod had been damaged and once she was released she tried to free me from my pod but without modern tools or the unlock code she was unable to do so. The chronometer on the zendarium reactor read that she was released on the ninety-ninth day of the ninety-ninth month of the year 99,999. If my math is correct it would appear that I was at least 95,852 years old, give or take a million years or so since the chronograph ran out of numbers.

Mom confirmed that she was in touch with my mind as the telepathic wipe began on me and that she was able to restore as much as she could so that I would at least have the basic skills for survival should I somehow survive my imprisonment. She elaborated more on the need for the skills she had mentioned as the world outside our prison chamber was hostile and primitive, and while there was a resemblance of civilization, the territory we were left in was now under the control of a warlord that had taken her as his wife. Mom went on to detail how she used her salvaged knowledge and telepathic abilities to help her husband vanquish his rivals and advance the local culture toward modernity. 

As I read the next part I could not help but smile as mother described my four half brothers and my half sister that she had given birth to. I always wanted a brother or a sister and now I found that I had five siblings at the time this tablet was created. As I read the rest of mom's message to me I was hoping that there would be more about them and that perhaps someday we would meet. My mood saddened as I thought about the leather clothing on the table next to the clay tablets. It was then that the realization hit me that mom and my siblings were probably long gone since the time that this message was left for me.

Mother and written out the name of the village that she was living in but the name was unreadable to me. She did however give me directions to her village, and there was a map of sorts to the village on the final tablet. The directions were simple... leave the cave and walk to the river. Turn left at the river and follow it to the village. At the end of the directions mom left a joke for me that read, "If you follow the river too far and find the ocean, you have gone too far." Reading that made me smile again and I found myself missing mom more than ever.

In closing mom warned me to keep my wits about me. She told me that if I could not find her to trust no one as there were many enemies about. She was well known in the area by sight and by name and she cautioned me not to use her name unless I knew that I was in the company of people that were not the foes of her clan. Her final words were a promise to return and leave additional notes for me when the outcome of the current war was decided as the ground around our prison was contested by a hostile warlord to the west. 

The tears began to roll down my cheeks after I finished reading mother's words, and soon I found myself crying openly. Father would have been angry with me for showing my tears as he said that tears were a sign of weakness, but I could not help to cry as I read my mother's final words to me. I knew that her life had been taken by time or by an unknown enemy, as she never returned to leave more tablets for me.

All the while that I was reading the tablets I was standing on wobbly legs as it had been a long time since my legs had to support my weight. I turned away from the table then attempted to use it as a seat. I found out quickly that the table had been ravaged by age and was no longer sturdy enough to hold my five-foot tall, ninety-pound body. The table collapsed and as I crashed to the ground. Mother's tablets landed next to me and as they struck the granite floor I could hear the sickening sound of the baked clay tablets shattering into millions of tiny pieces. Knowing that I could never read my mom's final words again brought on another round of tears.


Chi Ana's Worlds Ch. 01



It took me a long while to compose myself, and once I did I knew that I had to get out of this chamber. I could tell that there was an opening nearby as there was a soft breeze entering the chamber from the far wall. The tablets were gone; the rotted leather clothing would provide no protection against the elements, so that left me with a wooden staff and an orange canvas prison gown to protect me as I made my way out into the hostile world.

My senses, and cognitive skills were slowly returning to me after being jolted out of my stasis pod by so much electricity. With the help of the fire hardened oak staff that mom left for me I was able to stumble along the passageway that lead to the outside. Along the way I was cursing my captors for not putting sandals or slippers on my feet before putting me in stasis because as I made my way out of the chamber, the passage way was strewn with sharp shards of granite that quickly made a bloody mess out of my soft pampered feet.

The more I walked the weaker I became since my last meal was a few million years ago. My body needed fed and fed soon but being blind and unable to speak, there was no telling when or if I would be able to find food on my own. Weak as I was I still pressed on. Even though my mind was telepathically messed with, I still had my survival skills and my determination to drive me on. As I cleared the gap in the rocks that led me out of the chamber, I felt the sun upon my face and could feel the wind take hold of my long black hair and lift it off of my shoulders. Though I could not see the sun, I felt a sense of accomplishment knowing that I had escaped the prison that my enemies had made for me.

I found a smooth place in the rocks and rested for a while. I tore off several pieces of my prison smock and used the strips to bind my badly cut feet before I tried to walk again. Mom had taught me many things and one of those things was to block out the worst sorts of pain, and I was thankful that this was one of the skills that she had rescued from the mind wipe. The more I practiced this technique, the less my feet hurt and I found myself moving faster across a marshy field as the pain faded. 

Mother also worked with me to develop my telepathic powers, but no matter how I tried I could not emulate her mental abilities even though father swore that he had encoded her telepathy into my DNA. I was supposed to be stronger telepathically than mom was but that was not to be. Instead of being a telepath, I became an empath and as I grew older I became quite adept at reading people's emotions without them knowing and even at a young age I could use those emotions to manipulate others. I could sense people through several walls, and if I focused hard enough, I could get a read on people several buildings away.

Without father's knowledge or approval, mom had me work with a few very powerful empaths and over time they helped me to develop and fine-tune my skills. The most influential empath in our city was Din Beau and with mother's blessing, she became my mentor and over time, my best friend and my biggest crush. One of the things that Beau taught me about was the concept of Yuzhou Jingshen. The "Yu" as Beau called it was the spirit of the universe that an empath could tap into to use as a guide, or as a warning of impending trouble. These are some of the thoughts and experiences that mom had preserved for me, and of this I was very grateful.

My mind was still too turbulent to properly access the Yu, but then I did not need great empathic powers to hear the sound of water rushing in the distance. My ears clearly told me that there was a large creek or perhaps a river not too far away from the marsh that I was standing in. The sun was high overhead when I made my way to the sound of the water and the shade of a grove of trees that grew along its bank. After taking a nice long drink from the river, I found myself on a small patch of ground under the canopy of trees where I took a seat and made myself comfortable while I cleaned and rewrapped the makeshift bandages on my feet. 

Since I had my prison gown off I and splashed some water on my face and torso. The cool sensation of the water hitting my skin felt wonderful and as I splashed myself with water I ran my hands over my face, arms, torso and legs. I really was not in need of a bath but at the moment the water was a baptism of sorts that was washing away the remnants of my captivity. I did however noticed that as my wet hands explored my naked body that there were some changes to my form.

Gone were my nice firm peach sized breasts and the curves that gently sloped down my sides to my hips. My legs were thin and I had lost the shapely hips and thighs that I was once so proud of. I never was voluptuous but I had proportionate curves and bumps in all the right places. This was all gone now, and my body resembled that of a young slightly muscular boy. I say "boy" because in all honesty it was the slight hint of body fat under my skin that gave me the shape that gained me so much attention. 

My facial features were relatively unchanged except that now my cheekbones felt higher. Since I could not see myself the best I could do was hope that my youthful beauty was still intact and that I sill looked like a young woman. I believe that it was the prolonged exposure to the stasion particles that caused my body to feed upon its own fat cells while I was in suspended animation. I only hoped that someday my lovely breasts and curves would return to me. For now I was thankful that it was not my muscle tissue that was consumed during my captivity

Once I had taken inventory of my physical condition and rebound my wounds, I sat upright then pulled my legs up under me and worked to calm myself. I slowed my breathing and began to focus on the beating of my heart, the rapidity of my breathing, and the tranquility of my surroundings. The more I focused on these things, the farther I could reach out with my mind as my breathing and heart rate became slow and steady. Soon I was feeling as if I were one with the trees, animals, grass, and even the rice plants that I had trampled down in what I thought was a marsh. I felt that as I reached out with my mind that I was creating an increasing drain on what little energy resources that my emaciated body had left.

The more in touch I became with the Yu, the more I could see of what was around me. With my mind I could see my surroundings as if I were flying above the fields and forest and from this point of view I began to mentally make a map of the area. As I studied the map I found that on the other side of the river was a road or path that followed the river, and the farther downstream the road went, the more traveled it appeared to be. I decided that I would cross the river then follow the road though this was easier thought than done. Perhaps if I had my sight I could have seen the moss covered rock at the river's edge on the other side that I slipped on. I was doing well until I lost my balance and fell over backwards. Once off my feet the river washed me downstream even though I struggled greatly to regain my footing. Even though my staff was not a suitable flotation device, I kept a tight hold on it knowing that once I exited the river I would need it once again to guide me along my way.

The flowing water carried me to a bridge and I was thankful that there was a slight bend in the river where I was able to paddle closer to the shore as the river made its turn. I came to rest on a thick log that reached out from the shore, though it was not a gentle rest. My head struck the log just as my hand reached out to grab on. I was able to get my head and torso on land right before I passed out.

As consciousness slowly returned to me I could feel a warm sticky liquid leaking from the corners of my mouth as soft feminine hand gently stroked my throat in a motion that was intended to coax me to swallow. Eventually I would swallow most of the liquid but the quantity was just too much to swallow at once and I began to cough violently. My head was turned to the side by two smaller helping hands, which allowed the liquid to drain from my mouth to prevent me from drowning. 

Once the liquid was cleared from my mouth, my head was turned upright again towards what would have been the ceiling if my sight had returned to me, but I was still quite blind. As my mind continued to slowly process the situation that I found myself in, I could sense that I was lying on some sort of straw stuffed mattress with my back propped up on a pair of sturdy human legs, and my head and neck were being cradled just as a mother would hold a nursing infant. As I took stock of my situation I could feel the smaller hands on my face again. One hand was caressing my cheek, the other was pressing down on my chin as if suggesting that I should open my mouth. I was too weak to protest and my barely functioning empathic abilities told me that these two females seemed to have my best interest in mind.

When I my lips parted I could feel a thick rubbery nipple slipping between them, and in my current deprived condition nature took over and subconsciously I began to draw softly on the nipple until it produced a soft warm spray inside my mouth. I realized then when I connected the warm fleshy mass against my cheek and the nipple between my lips together I understood that I was being breastfed by someone with the intention of nursing me back to health. 

The small hands that were on my cheek and chin moved away and left the wet nurse to her task of feeding me. As I sucked gently she would squeeze her breast and force more of her life sustaining milk into my mouth. Now that I understood what was happening I could cooperate and swallow before my mouth was filled to capacity. I was surprised at how fast my body was beginning to recover as I continued to feed. My mental functions were returning to me and growing stronger and as I fed I was able to establish a connection with my nurse and through that connection I could sense contentment, satisfaction, and a slight hint of sexuality radiating from her mind as I read her emotions.

As her right breast was drained she adjusted her position and offered me her left nipple, which I eagerly accepted. I continued to feed and once again felt stronger but I soon discovered as I reached out with my mind that it was not just the milk that was energizing my body, there was something else that I was receiving as well. It appeared that my nurse was becoming sexually aroused by my feeding from her and some how I was also feeding off of her rise in sexual energy. The energy level increased even more when the smaller female moved in behind her and used her hands to milk my nurse's breast. Her squeezing the milk downward toward the nipple had greatly increased the pleasurable emanations from my nurse's mind.

It did not take long to drain her left breast and once my nurse realized that she was empty she attempted to pull away but I was still feeling so weak. My body craved more of her milk, and as she pulled away my hands reached out for her right breast, and before she could protest my hands were rubbing her globular orb as my mouth moved back over its nipple. As I massaged her breast I could feel a strange energy coursing through it, and as this energy flowed through her orb it became heavier and soon she had produced a fresh supply of milk. The nurse gasped in surprise that she was once again able to feed me an as I worked my lips on the nipple, I moved one hand to her other breast and began to knead it as well. 

I could sense great contentment and joy from my nurse as my lips drank from her nipple, and while I drank my body and mind grew even stronger and as I reached out with my mind I could feel the sexual energy growing between my nurse and her assistant, but I also detected a third energy signature a bit father away and perhaps in an area that was hidden from our view. I got the impression from this third energy signature that this person could see us but was positioned so that neither my nurse nor her assistant could see him or her.

I could feel my nurse trembling softly as I felt that perhaps her muscles were beginning to cramp. Even with my blindness I could tell that there was a bit more going on around me as I could hear soft muffled moans coming from my nurse's lips. As I listed and reached out with my mind I surmised that my nurse and her assistant were locked in a deep torrid kiss above me. This caused my empathic reading on the sexual energy in the room to skyrocket and if I had my memories back, or perhaps had more experience I would have been able to notice that one or more of my caretakers was about to have an orgasm.

As the sexual energy rose I was gently positioned on my back as my nurse positioned herself over me on her hands and knees. Her massive orbs were dangling against my face, and with each movement she made; her nipples caressed my cheeks, chin and lips. My autonomic response took over and my lips closed around her right nipple and as I began to feed she let out a loud sigh of pleasure. Her breasts were close to being empty again as I continued to feed. As I drained her, I used my hands to cup her breasts and knead them softly again just as I had earlier and once again I could feel them filling up, but this time they were not quite as full as before. I gladly helped myself to that which she had left, and as I consumed her milk, my soft sucking sound joined with the other sounds that were echoing through the room. From what I could tell, my nurse's assistant had moved behind her and was giving her a good licking in another sensitive area.

My nurse was now rocking back and forth on top of me and even with my returning strength it was difficult for me to keep my lips on her nipples, but my hands held on as best I could and at this point it felt that I was drinking in more of her sexual energy than I was drinking in her milk as her trembling body grew closer to its orgasmic edge. It seemed like a great battle going on above me. My nurse was struggling to remain on her hands and knees and not collapse on top of me as her assistant worked hard to drive her over her sexual edge. 

This struggle went on for a long time and finally my nurse finally succumbed to her passion and permitted a mighty orgasm to rip through her body, and as the first wave rushed through her she collapsed on top of me. As I lay under her trembling body, I felt as if my body had become a sponge that was soaking in the energy being given off as wave after orgasmic wave ripped through her. Sensing that she was crushing me under her greater weight she gently rolled off of me onto her back next to me on the bed where her assistant brought my nurse's orgasm to its explosive conclusion.

As her orgasm subsided I could feel a new strength trickling into my body as my empathic abilities extracted the emotional energy given off by my nurse before she snuggled up against me and took a well-deserved nap. Her assistant gently pulled a sheet over the two of us and let us slumber together. I could feel my body using the energy and milk from my nurse to heal the injuries that I had sustained. I knew thought that it would take much more time and energy to replace what was taking from me by the stasis pod over the eons that I was held prisoner.

When I awoke I found myself on the straw mattress alone. My nurse and her assistant were gone, but I could feel the presence of someone else in the room with me. I reached out with my mind and when I scanned the area I could sense the sexual vibrations of another person in the room with me. I knew that this person's signature was the same as the signature that I had read earlier that was outside the room. I tried to size up the intruder but my mental abilities were still hit and miss and required so much of my depleted energy reserves to function properly. I could though tell that the intruder was male and of an advanced age. I knew that he was much older than my nurse and her assistant and as he grew nearer my empathic abilities were telling me that the reason for his visit was sexual.

I was the perfect target for him as I was in a strange room, I was weakened by my imprisonment and my near drowning in the river, and on top of all that, my nurse and her assistant left me totally naked. I was sure that the nakedness was just an oversight and that I was not intentionally left this way for this intruder's pleasure. I tried to search the gap in my memories to understand how I should handle this. I knew that I could take care of myself in a fight as mom had saved my defensive skills for me, but my body was still in no condition to take on someone of his stature. 

I had finally decided that the intruder was male given the amount of testosterone that my sense of smell had detected. My next search through the gap in my memories was to learn of my sexual experience. I had no way to know if I had had sexual relations with a man or woman before, nor did I know weather I had lost my virginity prior to being imprisoned, or while I was imprisoned. I had no answers but I knew that very soon I was going to get some experience, as I was in no condition to resist.

As he approached I could tell that he was very unsure of himself, and he seemed to have consumed a bit of alcohol that my nose identified as a wine that was possibly made of some sort of rice. I could sense his movements and the increase in his sexual arousal. As he moved closer I could I could hear the noise that his clothing was making as he drew closer. The sound was a repeated rustle of cloth against cloth and I got the impression that he had extracted his manhood from his trousers and was stroking himself as he stood over my mattress ogling my naked form.

I doubt that I was that impressive to look at in my current condition. I appeared to be shorter than the two females that I had encountered so earlier and if using fruit to compare my build to that of my nurse, well she would be cantaloupes and next to her I would be raisins with puffy areola. Basically you could say that my best features had wasted away to the point that I now had the chest, butt and figure of a thirteen-year-old boy. I had lost a lot from my time in stasis. I never was voluptuous, but my body was proportional and my small but firm peach sized breasts on my tight slender frame got plenty of looks from both men and women. It is a shame that after so long in stasis my sexy form had come to resemble a stick with visible ribs and muscles.

Maybe it was the way I looked that attracted this intruder to me or just maybe he was out looking for a piece of strange and I was about as strange as they came. I suspected that the intruder was having a little trouble getting him self erect and as he grew closer he was stroking himself faster. I could tell from the smell and the sounds that he was making that he was standing over me now and was within reach. He stood there for a few minutes looking me over and then he reached down and took my hand in his and moved it to his nearly shriveled manhood. His hand closed around my fingers and forced me to take hold of his little fleshy problem.

Once my fingers were closed around him he started guiding my hand along his shriveled little worm and once he pulled his hand away I kept my hand moving. I was quite surprised that as soon as I entered his mind with mine, his manhood slowly sprung to attention as if my touching his mind flipped an erection switch. His shaft grew longer and thicker in my tiny hand and soon I could feel a small spark of sexual energy pass from his shaft into my hand. This intrigued me so I kept going and within a few minutes of my hand stroking him, he was loosening his trousers and dropping them to the floor.

His hands reached down to me and gripped me under the arms as he assisted me into a kneeling position on the edge of the straw filled mattress. I could read the emotions that he was broadcasting and knew that he was enjoying my hand but I could sense that he wanted more. I soon found out what he wanted as he cupped his hand behind my head and pulled me toward him. I could feel the warm head of his old tool touching my lips as he pulled a little harder. I took this gesture to mean that he wanted me to take him into my mouth. I had no memory or experience that told me what to do, but I remembered earlier how my nurse's assistant went down on her so relating the example she set with my current situation. I knew that it would be permissible in this culture to take him in my mouth so without a second through I let myself relax and complied with his wishes.




Chi Ana's Worlds Ch. 01



As his head pressed firmly against my lips I let them part and as soon as he felt that there was no longer any resistance he pushed forward and entered my mouth. The taste was unfamiliar to me but it was not unpleasant. I was thankful that even though it seemed that he was forcing himself upon me, he remained gentle in his urgings and movements so as not to hurt me. I sensed that in his mind he knew that I was frail and had been hurt and he did not want to add to my injuries. 

Once he realized that I was not going to fight him he understood that he could do as he wished with me and it was then that he started slowly moving his hips back and forth. At first he was slowly sliding himself in and out of my mouth, and being as inexperienced as I was I did not tighten my mouth around him. It seemed that he was enjoying himself quite well with the minimal amount of wet friction that my lips, and tongue were applying to his probing member. He kept his hand on the back of my head to keep me from pulling away, then brought his other hand up under my chin and lifted gently. I knew then that he wanted my mouth closed around him to provide more friction.

Once I understood what he wanted I constricted my lips around him and while I was doing that my teeth brushed against the bottom of his pole as it slid in and out. Since I was reading his emotions I knew that I was doing well enough until my teeth touched his skin and that set off an alarm bell in his mind. It was then that I heard the words, "Do not even think of biting me or it will be the last thing you do!" 

This caught me by surprise, as the words were familiar to me, although the inflection and dialect was way off from what I had known of this language. The language he was speaking was a bastardized form of High Hitarri, which was the version of the Hitarri language that my mother's side of the family spoke. Mother and father were from different hemispheres of our home and each had their own dialect, and taking into consideration the defective pronunciation this intruder was using, this was my mother's language from our homeworld.

My musings on the language he had used caused me to lose focus for a minute or so and my visitor became a little impatient, and to punctuate his impatience he pulled himself from my mouth and used his manhood to slap me across the face twice. I could feel my own saliva coating my cheek and it felt cool in the night air, and after the two slaps he slid his tool forcefully back into my waiting mouth and commanded me to suck it good.

My body was still weak from all that I had been through and it was only because of the milk that my nurse had provided for me that I was able to expend enough energy to stay upright on my knees. This task was made a bit easer as his hands were still holding onto the back of my head. As he pushed himself in and out of my mouth he occasionally would lift up a bit harder on my jaw to provide more friction. Since I could not see and my mind was too unfocused to connect with the Yu, I brought my right hand up the inside of his left leg to the area where his legs joined his pelvis and it was then that I felt his sack of life brush against the back of my hand. He did not object to my touch and from his emotions I could sense that he enjoyed it.

I turned my hand over and brought the palm of my hand into contact with his sack and at first it felt very small and light but as my fingers moved around its outside in small circles I could feel his sack contract just for a second and then it began to expand and fill just as my nurse's breasts did when I applied my fingers and hands to them. I was not sure what I was doing or what was causing this but as I read his emotions I could tell that he was enjoying my touch and the sensation caused by the filling of his manly sack. The movement of his hips also confirmed this as he started to push himself into my mouth a bit harder and deeper each time his hips pushed forward.

His length was not a problem as it seemed that I had about a half inch more mouth than he had length so I did not have to deal with the problem of him slamming against the back of my throat. I was not sure that I could have handled that in my weakened condition, but that too was changing. Just as I did with my nurse, I was able to reach out with my mind and focus on the sexual energy around me. It was easy to determine that my partner's energy was on the rise and as I focused on him I could also feel his energy coursing through his manhood and augmenting my still depleted reserves. Just like earlier in the day a quick scan of the area with my mind told me that there was a human energy signature just outside my door watching us just as my intruder had watched this afternoon. For the moment I blocked out the secondary source and concentrated on the person before me before I received another slap to my cheeks.

Once I determined that his sack was as full as it was going to get I removed my hand from between his legs and moved it up to the base of his shaft and began stroking him as he moved in and out of my mouth. Once I started to cooperate fully he released his grip on my head and it was then that I started moving my mouth up and down his pole in time with his thrusts. His hand just rested on the top of my head now and I could hear him mumble, "good girl" as I moved my lips up and down his length.

I could sense that something was about to happen as his emotional signature changed drastically. I was inexperienced and was not sure what was going to happen, but as I continued to probe his emotions I could tell that he was holding something back just as my wet nurse did earlier. My mouth continued to pleasure him and once again I reached out with my mind for a brief second I got the same sexual reading from the person out in the hall as I did from the intruder in the room. I know I had tried to block the second person out but her emotions were just as strong as his now and as I pondered the feelings of both beings I felt a hot thick jet lash out against my tongue and splash over the inside of my mouth.

I was not prepared for this and I began to gag and sputter, and my reaction was so violent from this surprise that the majority of the gooey mass sprayed forth from my lips and dripped down from my chin onto my nearly flat chest. I was expecting a second surge of goo and this time I was prepared for it, but what I was not prepared for was the tingle that I was feeling in my mouth as my lips tightened around him to corral the next and following expulsions.

Everywhere his seed touched me my body began to tingle. The inside of my mouth, my chest, and my small brown nipples were tingling as if my skin, tongue, teeth, throat and tummy could feel the electrical spark that was emanating from his ejaculated seed. As he continued to pump my mouth full I concentrated on the tingling feeling and as I realized that just as the nurse's milk was a source of nourishment, this too was a source of energy that I could feed on to speed up my recovery. The more I concentrated on his seed the more of it I was able to swallow and now I had my swallowing synched up with his ejaculations and as I swallowed I could feel my body extracting the life from his sperm. I could also feel my lips siphoning off his sexual energy, as they remained tightly wrapped around his pole.

I increased the suction that my mouth was putting on his member and this increased the friction drastically. It had dawned on me from the quality of his sexual energy that he was a bit older than my nurse was and his stamina was not what it should be and as he pumped his last few ounces of hot white glop into my mouth I could feel his legs beginning to give out on him which was a signal that he was done, however I was not. I wanted more!

For whatever reason the hand that he had resting on my head was now exerting a pushing motion as if he was trying to force my lips off his pole but I would have none of that. Remembering how my kneading of my nurse's breasts caused them to refill I did the same thing to my intruder's empty sack and flagging manhood, and just like with my nurse's breasts I could feel his manhood stirring back to life and his sack filling up. It was then that I heard him begging me to stop, but no matter how much he begged me, my hunger not be denied. Even when his legs gave out I was able to guide him down onto his back without loosening my lips from around his staff.

I continued to will his sack to fill and stroke his staff back to life with my hands. While my lips and hands worked their magic on his manly parts, the noises emanating from his lips cycled between anguish and pleasure and as he continued to whimper I settled over him and straddled his knees with my legs on the outside of his. I snaked my feet between his legs and locked my feet against the front of his lower legs so that there was no way he was going to be able to get up with me on top of him. I knew that I weighed less than a hundred pounds so I needed a bit more than my weight to keep him down.

As he continued to beg his hands gripped my hair and this time instead of holding my to his shaft he was trying to pull me off. I fought him with every fiber of my being and soon I was freely running my mouth up and down his shaft again, and soon his physical and verbal protestations had ceased leaving me free to snack on his root of life. My reading of his emotional output was telling me that he still wanted me to stop but there was a much greater force acting on his mind and body that just would not permit it.

My senses told me that he would be mine now until completion and a quick scan of my surroundings told me that I was now alone with my intruder as the person that I had sensed out in the hall had left, but I was still reading a faint trace of sexual energy just outside the door. I could only come to the conclusion that she too had her own orgasm from watching me and this drove me on to bring my intruder to another orgasm.

As I thought of someone getting off watching me I became even more excited and my mouth moved faster up and down his shaft. It did not take long and once again he started spurting into my mouth and washing my throat with his seed. My earlier mental and physical experience told me what to expect and when and this time I was ready with the first jet blasted into my mouth. I once again timed my up and down movements to the squirting of my intruder and once in rhythm I was able to swallow his seed as fast as he could pump it out. Each time I swallowed my body was now automatically feasting off the life energy of his sperm and the sexual energy from his continuing orgasm. For the first time since I was ejected from the stasis chamber I was feeling real strength returning to my body and I loved the feeling so much that I wanted more.

I moved my free hand back to his sack and could tell that it was just about half full so once again I moved to massage it in an attempt to will it full once again. I was amazed that he stayed hard and kept producing his seed for me. I lost track of time and kept sucking and swallowing until I realized that his sack was no longer filling its self and his manhood was shrinking in my mouth. Though I could not see my intruder I knew from his labored breathing that he was experiencing some sort of physical difficulty and as I touched his emotions with my mind I could tell that he was in a panic.

I tried to connect with the Yu to try to understand what was going on but my mind was conflicted and the connection could not be established. As I listened carefully I could hear the rustling of clothing against the floor and the movements that I heard seemed to indicate that my attacker was attempting to crawl away. I could tell that he was able to make it out of the room and into the hallway, but the thud that I heard shortly after he cleared the door it seemed that he had collapsed and did not make it to his destination.



Chi Ana's Worlds Ch. 02



Chapter 2 – Bathing With Min

In the morning Li Min found me on the floor where my intruder had left me. It probably would have been easy enough to roll myself back on to the mattress but I was still quite run down and the night's exertions did not help. Surprisingly enough I had digested a bit of energy from the seed that my intruder fed me, and I found out that I was able to siphon off a bit of his sexual energy too. The energy that I had taken from him was not of the high quality that I had experienced the day before from my wet nurse and Li Min. I would guess that he was within a few years of the expiration date of his life expectancy.

When Min entered the room I could sense her familiar energy pattern, though this time there was no sexual element that I could detect. In just a short period of time that I had been with Min, the nurse, and the intruder I was beginning to understand that everyone that I had encountered had a different energy signature that my mind could recognize even though my eyes were still not functioning. Not only did everyone have their own energy signature, the color of that signature told me which sort of mood they were in. I still did not know which color indicated which mood other than the mood that broadcasted feelings of sexuality.

Min was in a happy mood this morning, though she was a little apprehensive about her actions out in the hall while the intruder was in here stuffing my little mouth with his manhood. I could tell that Min was studying me as she entered the room, and shortly after she stopped in front of me she took my hand in hers and suggested that I needed to bathe as she helped me to my feet. It was not so hard standing upright now since I had some nourishment, some rest, and some time for my feet to heal. To my amazement my feet no longer hurt when I put my full weight on them. I used Min to balance myself as I held on to her with one hand and unwrapped the crude bandages with my other. As the bandages came off I ran my hand over my feet one at a time I noticed that the cuts were gone and there was no evidence of scarring that I could feel.

I could tell from the way that I had to reach up to steady myself that Min was a bit taller than me by about three or four inches. The whole time that I was checking myself over and removing my bandages Min was talking to me. Most of what she said I could understand after I had a minute or so to give her words some thought. My mind still was not fully functional and I could tell that it would be a while before all of my senses; memories and such would come back to me. Well, at least what mother was able to save of what I learned and had become during my previous existence on Hitar.

I tried to use hand gestures to let her know that I could not see and that I could not speak but without being able to see her facial expressions I could not tell if she understood me. I looked at her energy signature after my poor attempt at sign language and suddenly I knew what the color of frustration was. Her frustration was confirmed in the tone of her voice as she questioned me to try to understand what I was trying to say. I am not sure how she figured it out but somehow Min understood my frustration as I tried to communicate with her. 

Min excused herself and left the room and while she was gone I gave myself a quick check over using my hands. My long hip length hair was a mess, and it along with my chest had the dried crusty remnants of my intruder's seed. I understood why Min insisted on a morning bath when she entered the room. When Min returned she took my hands one at a time and pressed a two foot square piece of slate in one hand and a chunk of chalk into the other. I understood immediately what she wanted, and as I thought back to the tablets that my mother had left me, I got the feeling that since I understood her spoken words, she would understand my ancient symbols in Hitarric. I tested this theory by writing the symbols to say, "My name in Chi Ana."

She read the words and repeated them to me, but instead of reading my given and family names separate, she ran the names together so that my name sounded like "Chiana." I attempted to correct her in writing and tried to draw her attention to the inflection markers that I had drawn, but no matter what I did she did not correct the pronunciation so I prepared myself to be called "Chiana" at least until my brain's speech center was repaired.

Once I gave up on the speaking lesson she introduced herself as "Li Min", and I took that to mean that her given name was Min since I was beginning to understand that her culture was using the family name first and the give name second just as was proper on Hitar.

With the introductions out of the way my next message to Min was an explanation of my situation. I explained to her that I had been injured and lost my ability to speak and see and that most of my memories were gone. 

Min explained that she knew of my injuries, as she was the one that had rescued me from the river and brought me to this bunkhouse above the barn. She found an empty room and brought in the nurse to tend to me. 

I thanked her for helping me and confessed that I was lost, tired, and very hungry when she found me on the riverbank. She assured me that the bunkhouse we were in was in a safe place inside the walls of a strong castle. I got the impression that she wanted to use the word for "fortress" but perhaps I got it wrong when she tried to dumb her words down for me. 

The bunkhouse that I had stayed in was nothing special and the reason that no one would mind if I stayed here was because this was a low level residence for transient and seasonal help. Min attempted to explain the political aspects of the main house, the upper level guesthouses and the houses like this one that the servants occupied. During our course of our conversation I learned that even though Min sometimes called this a guesthouse, it was nothing more than a few rooms over a horse barn with nothing more than a bed sheet for a privacy door. She went on to explain that my intruder the previous night was the keeper of the barn below. In her opinion he was harmless enough but was a bit of a pervert. She apologized for his behavior as she assured me that he had never taken advantage of anyone here before.

I was feeling a bit better about myself, and my relationship with Min so I teasingly asked her if she had enjoyed the show from the hallway during the night. She confessed that she enjoyed watching me and as I brought up the subject I could read a distinct change in her emotional output. Her mood had changed from happy to worry that she had been caught, but along with the anxiety, I was seeing a bit of sexual conflict there too. I could tell that she enjoyed it but was afraid to tell me. 

Min stammered a bit and tried to collect her thoughts then let me know that she had only come my room to check on me but when she noticed that I was not alone something came over her and she just could not walk away. I so wanted to giggle as she stumbled through her explanation but as I tried no sound could I make so I just used the slate and my piece of chalk to draw a happy face with its tongue sticking out. When I showed her my crude drawing she broke out in a soft but controlled laugh.

I questioned her about the barn keeper and asked if he had ever done such a thing to her. She immediately replied that he would never dare as she was the seamstress for the Royal Court and he would never touch her for fear of what would happen. She explained that he knew better and actually should not have tried anything with me, but seeing as how I was a foundling, there was no punishment that would be visited upon him. It was then that Min told me that the two of us must never speak of this in public or to others. She had also attempted to warn the barn keeper to keep this quiet but when she looked in on him he was still asleep. I suspected then that I had worn the old coot out. As we prepared to leave the room she mentioned that we would look in on him later after our bath and breakfast.

Min had brought some of her old clothes for me to wear but for our trip to the bathhouse she pulled down the white hemp sheet that covered the door and wrapped it around me. I got the impression that she did not want her clean clothing on my unclean and probably foul smelling body. After all it had been about two million years since I had a proper bath. There was no place to bathe in the barn or in the rooms above the barn unless I wanted to dip myself in the horse trough out back and let Min scrub me down with a horse brush and lye soap.

When we left the quarters above the barn and made our way out into the open, I could tell by the early morning chill in the air that the summer season had passed and that Autumn was either here or would be soon. I did not know anything about this planet but there was something about the smell of the air that warned that the cold of winter was not too far away. I would confirm this later on with Min and found that just like my home world, this one had four similar seasons and my supposition was correct that this hemisphere had passed the Autumnal Equinox several weeks ago.

It was early enough in the morning that our bettors were no where to be seen so it was easy enough for us to sneak into the bathhouse reserved for the "social elites" as Min enjoyed calling them when no one but me was around. Though the guests of the Royal Court were still sound asleep in their bed chambers, the lowly members of the castle's staff had been on duty for hours as the fires under the washing and bathing areas had been stoked and the water nice an warm for us.

I slipped out of my sheet and Min shed her garments then led me to the water. She walked me down the steps into the washing area and assisted me in washing up. I wanted to tell her that even though I was blind I could have figured out how to bathe myself but since I did not have my slate and chalk in the water with me, I just went along with it. 

Most of the better bedchambers had their own bathing area either in an adjoining room or near by on the same floor. Of course the higher your caste, the better your guest room was. The bathhouse that we were in was more for socializing in the evening but the workers would have it prepared for the odd few that would use it through out the day.

I knew we were in an area that we should not have been in due to our social standing so as Min washed me I keep my mind occupied by scanning our surroundings for unexpected visitors. Other than a few people passing by on the grounds outside, we had the building to ourselves. I took a reading of Min and found that her emotional state was fairly blank at the moment. I could tell that she was content to help me but not overly enthusiastic about assisting another girl get washed. I got the feeling that she was just making merit with her deity by assisting someone so lost and unfortunate such as myself.

Her feelings changed suddenly which caused me to reevaluate my prior reading of her emotional state. Once she finished washing my hair she used the lather that was left to wash my back before moving in front of me to tackle the crusty patches of barn keeper spooge on my chest. As her hands moved over my chest she did well to avoid my breasts and nipples and this left me with the impression that she probably was not lesbian or bisexual. I understood her apprehension and as far as I could tell, I was not lesbian or bisexual either but I did not take any comfort or discomfort in her touching me. After all that I had been through any sort of human contact was pleasant for me. Perhaps this is why I gave in to the barn keeper's desires so easily I thought to myself.

I tried to assist Min once I realized her level of discomfort and she took my actions as a silent admonition that she was not doing her task properly. I could tell she was a bit miffed as her hands moved over my miniature breasts, and then suddenly her mood changed. The instant the palms of her hands brushed over my sensitive little brown nipples they immediately sprung to attention. I was not sure if it was from her touching me there that changed her emotional color or some facial expression from me that caused it but her sexual switch had been activated by something. This got me to thinking that given what had happened yesterday and during the night that perhaps it was me that was projecting something to the people around me. I made a mental note to myself to explore this theory later. 

As soon as she realized the change in her feelings she dropped the washcloth and backed away from me. I could not get a reading on her facial expression, but the emotional expression that I was reading from her told me that she was becoming aroused but was confused as to why. This I knew because I had sensed this twice before on her and now I was sensing this for a third time. As she backed away she suggested that I finish myself and she would take care of herself. I nodded my approval and finished washing and rinsing while I could hear her doing the same a few feet away from me.

After the washing and rinsing was complete we moved over to the bathing area and had a good long soak in the warm water. I did not know why but now I was feeling that there was a bit of tension between us and I did my best to keep my distance from her so as not to upset the only person here that I could sort of call a friend. We spent a good deal of time in the water before Min suggested that we spend some quiet time lounging on the warm rocks in an area used for socialization. 

Min laid out a few towels on the smooth granite slabs and after we dried ourselves off we stretched out and got comfortable. Now that we were out of the water I could use my chalkboard again. I drew a few symbols on the slate and thought long and hard about showing this to her. I took a deep breath before I tapped her on the arm and passed her the slate. My question to her was a simple request that she permit me to touch her face. Being that I could not see her, I was curious to know what she would look like if I could and the only way I could do that was by allowing my fingers to touch her face and map her features.

Min agreed to allow me to touch her and as she read my request I monitored her emotional response and could see that she was not upset. I could also see that she was happy that I was not offended by her earlier response when she touched my chest during our washing. I knew what I wanted to do but I knew that I also had to be very careful so as not to touch her in any manner that would make her uncomfortable.

To help get things started she sat up to face me and as we both sat facing each other on the warm smooth granite, she took my hands in hers and guided my fingertips to her face. I started at her forehead and moved my fingers into her silky black hair. I could touch her but could not sense color so she would describe her self to me as my fingers touched her. This is how I knew that her skin was the color of honey and her hair was as black as the night, just like mine. 

I stood up and she stood with me and as I moved around her I kept my hands and fingers lightly touching her hair. I was doing my best to touch only hair and to avoid her soft warm skin as my hands made their way down her back to get a feel for the length of her hair. Once I came to the end of her hair down at the small of her back I ran my fingers up her sides and as my fingers moved I could tell that her body had soft gentle proportional curves to it like mine used to have before I was imprisoned. My curves and figure had left me, which made me a little envious of Min at the moment.

As I moved around in front of her I ran my hands across her shoulders to her neck and being that my arms were on an upward slope I deduced that she was about three inches or so taller than my five foot height which would have made her of above average height on Hitar for a female. As I moved around Min I kept a close read on her emotions so that I would know instantly when I touched her in a way that was uncomfortable for her. I found myself enjoying touching her and I sensed that she was now comfortable with my touching her as well. 

I avoided touching her on the chest or anywhere below the shoulders since I had earned her trust I thought it best to be careful and not push my luck. I moved my exploring fingers up the side of her neck, which brought a bit of a shiver from her. I could see a slight twinge of sexual energy being released by my touch so I quickly pulled my hands back. Min caught my hands and moved them to her face as she confessed to me that her ears and neck were very sensitive and quite ticklish.

I moved my fingers over her forehead then down over her eyes where I traced their outline and discovered that like my eyes, hers were on a slight slant as well and they were also almond shaped. My hands moved down over her cheeks and like me, her cheekbones were also high on her face. The more I explored the more I came to understand that we shared many of the same facial features including our nose, small mouth and chin. From my exploration of Min I came to the conclusion somewhere along a long time line we shared a common ancestor as we both shared similar Hitarri features, and then the word, "Mom" popped into my mind. It was then that I think I understood Min's ancestry and our common lineage stretched back to when mother was freed from her stasis pod. 

Mom had awakened long before me and in a time where animal skins, stone tools, bronze knives, and clay tablets were in style. Given the number of children that she said that she had given birth to, she could have been the mother of the same genetic line that Min was a member of. I had no scientific way to prove this as this still was a primitive culture, but I got the feeling that Min and I were about a hundred generations apart from being cousins. 

While I was pondering Min and my common ancestry, my mind went blank for a few minutes and during that time I had stopped paying attention to Min's emotions. Had I been paying attention I would have noticed that she was enjoying my touching her face a little too much and when my thoughts returned to me I felt her hands cup my cheeks and her lips pressing softly against mine. A quick scan of her emotions told me that she was enjoying this as much as I was and even though her kiss surprised me, I did not pull away from her. I could tell that she was equally surprised at her boldness and my submission to her making the first move.

We kept our lips together for several seconds then pulled back, took a deep breath and then kissed again. Min kissed me several times, each time turning her head to the opposite side and each time she kissed me I found myself making a soft contented sigh that let her know it was ok to continue. I found myself pushing up with my toes to try to match her height.

She moved her hands down my shoulders then ran her palms over my tiny breasts and hardened nipples. Her hands came to rest just under my little mounds and against the side of my ribs as she once again turned her head and pressed her lips to mine. I wished I could have read my own emotions and viewed the color of the energy signature that I was giving off as I felt my passion with Min rising rapidly. 

Her hands massaged my breasts gently and I knew that she was aroused greatly but I was not sure what my response should be being that my mind was wiped of most everything that would have guided my responses to Min. Like a purring statue I kept my arms hanging loose at my sides and even though I could not see, my eyes closed as if being guided by some involuntary force. Her lips broke away from mine and as her hands played over my breasts, her lips moved to my neck where she began nibbling and sucking her way down to my bare shoulder.




Chi Ana's Worlds Ch. 02



As far as my depleted memory was concerned I never felt anything like this before and as she moved her lips from my shoulder to nibble the other side of my neck I felt a slight tremble in my slender legs. As she nibbled my neck and shoulder she kept one hand on the opposite side of my neck to support me as her kissing and nibbling became more forceful. 

My head tilted backward to give her better access to the most sensitive part of my neck, and when my head pitched backward her hands moved to my breasts. Her kneading of my little bumps began slowly and gently and then increased. I nearly fell over when she moved her lips from my neck and cupped my right breast with her left hand, and it was her lips latching on to my nipple that caused small jolts of sexual electricity to cascade from my breast throughout my lean body.

As her tongue swirled around my little brown bump I could not figure out what to do. I did not know weather to hug her or to return the favor, but I did know that her licking my nipple felt so good and I did not want to do anything to stop her or to break her mood or concentration. I was lost in the pleasure that she was giving me as she licked and nibbled on my breast and I wanted this feeling to go on for ever and I have to admit that I was a little disappointed when she pulled her lips away and kissed my lips once again. This time as our lips met there was passion in our kiss, this was not one of the gentle exploring kisses like before.

As the passion of our kiss increased, I felt myself growing bolder and as she pulled away once again I felt a bit frustrated. Min moved her hands toward my breasts again, but this time I gently intercepted her hands and pushed them away. She moved in and once again tried to press her lips to my neck and once again I pulled away. Not only was I teasing her, I was getting bolder as her emotions were telling me that she wanted more from me than I was currently giving her.

I took a deep breath then moved forward and kissed her lips a bit more forceful than I had in response to her previous kisses. When she attempted to kiss me back I broke the kiss and pulled away, then pressed my lips to hers again. Her heart and breathing rates were increasing now as I did my best to tease her lips with hard then soft kisses before pulling away. She attempted to take control again and kiss me but I dodged her lips and moved my mouth to her neck where I kissed her softly at first and then sunk my teeth into her skin for a playful nibble. Each of my soft love bites were rewarded with a sigh of pleasure or a moaning sound that made me warm inside and told me that I was doing the right thing to make Min happy.

I could feel her body pressing against mine as my lips played over her neck and shoulder, and as I nibbled my way back up her neck I pulled away slightly then pressed my lips to hers. This time it was her turn to pull away and tease me back. As I attempted to locate her lips again my lack of sight put me at a disadvantage. I could not see her lowing her head but suddenly I did feel her soft warm lips latch on to my right nipple. I felt her suck the little pointed nub between her lips for a second before releasing it. After my nipple was released I could feel her pointed tongue flicking out over just the tip at first and then she ran her tongue around the inside of the brown areola, which caused me to quickly start squirming. I silently cursed the blindness that prevented me from seeing her making love to my nipples.

Min alternated between licking and sucking and just when I was able to anticipate her pattern of licks, flicks, and sucks, she would change and start a new pattern. By now I was starting to breathe a little harder and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. As she released my right breast and used her lips and tongue to attack my left, I lost all interest in reading her emotions and concentrated only on the pleasure that her kisses and licks were bringing to my oh so needy little nipples. 

When she pulled back for a second to take a deep breath I moved my lips to hers and kissed her and while her mouth was not completely closed, something in the back of my mind told me to invade her mouth with my tongue. Without giving it a second thought I pushed my tongue past her lips and into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue met mine and for a few seconds they danced together. As we kissed hot and heavy I once again grew bolder and gently pushed against her, and as I pushed she understood what I wanted and together we slipped down onto the towels that she had laid out on the warm granite slab earlier.

As she settled down onto her back I kept my lips pressed to hers and did quite well at not allowing our deep kiss to end. Once she was where I wanted her I moved my lips quickly away from hers and moved my mouth to her left breast. For a second I let my warm breath caress and tease her waiting nipple before I flicked my tongue against it just like a puppy licking its owner's hand. I could feel her breathing increase and I knew that she was watching me closely as I could feel every breath from her lips blowing softly against my cheek as my tongue danced over her firm brown nipple.

I flicked my tongue over her nipple for several minutes, which brought a few squeals of pleasure from her lips and as I licked her I could feel her body quivering in time to each of my licks. Once I realized that she was in rhythm with me I pulled myself away from her breast and kissed her forcefully again on the lips. I found that she had been propped up on one elbow as she was watching me, though my sudden movement caught her off guard causing her to quickly slide down onto her back in a reclining position once again. 

I plunged my tongue between her lips again and was doing my best to remain in control, but when I shifted my weight on top of her to reach my hand for her right breast, she used her greater size and strength to push up and roll us over so that I was now on my back and she was leaning over me. I touched her mind with mine and could see that her emotional signature was mostly sexual but I could see a bit of confusion there as if she was leaning over me and wondering what to do next. As we learned earlier through our limited conversation, this situation was as foreign to her as it was to me.

While I was reading her emotions I got the feeling that she could feel me touching her mind and this caused her to move closer to me as I lay under her. Min's long soft hair dragged against my body as she pushed her hips between my legs and lowered her torso on top of mine to pin me under her. Min moved her lips to mine and as she kissed me I moved my left hand to her face to hold her lips to mine while my right hand moved behind her head to do the same. She was supporting herself on her hands and knees now and this time it was her forcing her tongue past my lips into my surrendering mouth.

As we kissed again and again she would move her chest in circles against mine, and each time she moved her nipples and breasts would press against mine in a massaging motion. In comparison to her, my breasts would resemble small walnut sized cones topped with raisins compared to hers being the size and shape of half an orange.

She continued to rub her larger assets against mine as she stopped then reapplied her kisses to my lips. Each time we would kiss she would press her tongue between my lips and wait for my tongue to press back and as soon as I tried to press back she would pull away, or turn her head to the other side then kiss me hard and deep once again. Once again she broke our kiss and as I was waiting for her lips to meet mine again she moved suddenly, lowered her head then flicked her tongue out at my left breast. Instinctively my arms went around her and I hugged her tightly as she flicked her tongue over my nipple. Over and over she licked, sucked and nibbled. From time to time she would drag her teeth over my nipple before sucking a bit harder than before.

Now it was my turn to prop myself up on my elbows as if to watch but there was no way I could see what she was doing though I really wanted to. I suspected that wanting to see what was happening was a natural response when receiving such pleasure. This was only an assumption, as I had no other experience to draw on. As I propped myself up she abandoned my left breast and moved her lips to the right breast and began working that nipple over as well. She giggled and whispered, "Lets not let this one get jealous of the other" right before she sucked the other brown little point into her warm wet mouth.

I am not sure where she got the idea from but as I was supported by my elbows she pulled away slightly and took hold of my upper arms and pulled me up into a sitting position that forced me to extend my arms to support my upper body. I felt her moving away from me for a second or two and then I felt her reposition herself. Min pulled my leg between hers as she slipped herself between my legs. I felt her inch forward and then the next thing I felt were our sensitive lower lips pressing together. I did not know what to expect next and I cursed my blindness for not allowing me to see what this beautiful woman was about to do to me. All I could do was imagine and my imagination was running wild.

As she pressed against me I could feel that she was wet between her legs and as her lower lips pressed harder against mine I just had to reach down with one hand to feel her lips pressing against mine since I was unable to see with my eyes. My fingers told me that both she and I were very wet and as I continued to touch both of us with my fingers, she took my hand in hers and moved my fingers to my lips and softly whispered, "Taste us." 

On command from Min my tongue flicked out and sampled our combined flavor. The taste was good, but it was unlike anything I could describe in detail. As I cleaned my fingers off with my tongue she pressed forward again and bumped her naughty bits against mine, which sent a sexual jolt through me and through her as well. I suddenly read a major sexual energy spike from her that my empathic abilities could not ignore even though I was not actively scanning her at the moment. She pulled back and pressed forward again and as her lower lips met mine she moved up a bit so that soft little folds of skin covering our sensitive little buttons met and this time my body was experiencing feelings on a level that I had never expected that a human body could feel. 

She pulled back a little and just as she was about to push forward I pushed forward before she could, and this time when we met it was electric. She pulled back again then began grinding herself in to me over and over again causing my tiny body to shudder with each quick movement. I did my best to push back against her each time but she was in control and there was nothing that I could do or wanted to do to stop her.

Min kept changing positions on me and would slow down when I got too excited then when I began to calm down she would speed up again. From time to time I had the notion that there was a bigger explosion building inside me but just as I felt it getting closer and would push against her hard, she would slip back away from me and slow things down again. She was taller than me and out weighed me and there was not much my frail body could do at this point to try to force her to let me climax.

Occasionally she would reach out and paw at one of my breasts, or softly twist a nipple and she knew what this was doing to me because every time she touched my breasts I would grind harder against her and once again she would pull back and let me calm down before staring all over again.

There was a wet spot growing under us and I could feel the wetness leaking from her and from me as we continued this up close and personal dance. As we rubbed against each other I could hear the soft squishy sounds our most sensitive parts were making as they massaged and ground together. She was moaning loudly and I knew that if I could make a sound that I too would be making similar noises. As she continued to have her way with me I reached out with my mind to experience her emotions and as I slipped into her mind I could feel nothing but total joy from what she was doing to me. As Min began to increase her movements against me I was having trouble staying connected with her emotions and when I slipped out of her mind I caught a stray signature near by. I tried to focus on this new signature but all I could tell was that it was close by and that there was a sexual component to it. 

I was just about to locate the source of the other signature when Min's hand reached forward and latched onto my left breast. The combination of her touch and our parts grinding together sent me over an edge that I had not known existed... well, had not existed since my mind was wiped. My muscles contracted and convulsed and I became a bucking and trembling mess. If I could have screamed I would have and I tried so hard to scream as my body was taking by the first orgasm that I ever had, or at least the first one that I knew of.

The harder I ground myself against Min, the harder she pushed back and soon she had fallen over that explosive edge as well and no matter how much I tried to process with my mind, everything was lost to me and all I could act on was animal instinct. Wave after wave of orgasmic electricity washed over me and as we came together I could feel more than just our rubbing together. I could feel Min's sexual energy being drawn into me as our most sensitive parts were locked together in a sexual duel.

I could feel Min growing weaker as her energy left her body and fed mine, but being that she was only a few years older than me I was a bit worried but not panicked. I could feel myself growing stronger as her youthful energy entered my body. Her single orgasm with me was supplying more energy for my body than both of the orgasms from the keeper of the barn had the night before. As my orgasm began to subside and my senses returned to me I realized that I was drawing energy from Min and suddenly I was afraid that I would hurt her in some way. I tried to break away from her but she grabbed onto my leg and kept grinding against me until her own orgasm subsided.

I kept trying to pull away from her but she would not let me. Even though I had absorbed some of her energy, she was still strong enough to keep grinding against me, though much slower and softer than before. Once her body stopped trembling and she slid down onto her back I was able to pull away from her. The flow of energy from her to me had stopped the instant her orgasm had ended, it was then that I retreated from her mind again and found that emotionally she was still strong and unharmed by the energy transfer. I did however notice that she was still broadcasting a great amount of sexual energy, as was the other person that I could still sense near by. I tried to point in the direction of where I had sensed the person watching us, but as I extended my arm to point she pulled me down next to her. I landed on my back and before I could roll towards her to wrap my arm over her torso, she did the same to me and trapped me under her arm and leg as we snuggled together as we struggled to catch our breath.

Our snuggling did not last long, and even though I had somehow drained some energy from her, she still had a lot more left. I suppose I was the weaker of the two of us and she was able to recover from our post orgasmic bliss before I could. When she tried to move I made a feeble attempt to kiss her but as I lifted my head she whispered, "You tasted me, now I want to taste you." 

I was confused as to what would happen next, but I should not have been given what I had heard while we were together with the wet nurse yesterday. She moved off of me and as I tried to get up as well I felt my legs being pushed apart followed by Min's warm breath between my legs. As she repositioned herself I briefly touched her mind and found that she was still very sexually charged and as I tried to figure out what she was up to, I felt her fingers pushing back the tiny hood that covered my little sensitive bud. Once the bud was exposed her tongue flicked out against it.

She used both hands to keep my lips apart and my bud exposed as her tongue flicked over it again. My hands gripped the towels under me and as she began to lick with more ferocity I would roll my hips upwards and grind my little button against her pointed tongue. If I could speak I would have been begging for more, but instead of speaking I used my fingers to stroke her hair softly and put gentle pressure on the back of her head the way the barn keeper did with me the night before. 

Like a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk she kept her tongue moving and I could feel my little bud swelling rapidly from her magical tongue. As she licked me I felt my body begin to treble inside once again and this time I knew what would be coming. As she teased my little button with her tongue I moved my hands to my breasts and began rolling my nipples between my fingers. I tried to squeeze my breasts with my hands but there was not enough there for a handful but I did realize that they seemed to have increased in size a bit from when we took our bath together.

Min kept her tongue moving in an up and down motion most of the time but on occasion she would press her pointed tongue between the soaked folds of my lips then pull out and circle her tongue around my little bud. The change in sensations was once again bringing me close to that edge that I had just discovered moments before. The more I squirmed the faster and harder she would lick me, and as I rocked my hips and ground myself against her mouth she would surround my little button with her lips and suck it in roughly. As she sucked it in and out she would flick her tongue over the tip and it was after she did this several times that is when my world exploded.

As she flogged my little nib with her tongue my body convulsed and trembled against over and over again. My hands continued to abuse my tiny breasts and hard brown nipples as I rocked from side to side as Min worked her magic on me. I was an orgasmic mess as my beautiful partner once again made me cum for her. She kept licking and when I got to a point when I could not take any more I tried to push on her head but she would not take the hint and kept on licking me through my first orgasm and into my second. I was panting so hard that I felt as if I was going to pass out, and in between my first and second orgasm, I picked up a second orgasmic signature in the area. I put that one out of my mind and concentrated on the pleasure that Min was giving to me as my second silent orgasm continued.

Once the final spasms left my body, all I could do was lay on my back facing the ceiling and pant hard as I struggled to catch my breath. I lost all interest in the person watching us, and since I could not feel Min's tongue on me any longer I lost track of where she had gone until I felt her kissing her way back up my body. I wanted to scream out my feelings for my partner as I felt her tongue reach my nipple again. I wanted to beg her to stop to let me catch my breath, but I still could not speak, nor could I get to my slate to write her a note.

Her lips and tongue attacked my nipples one at a time and for the first time since I left the stasis pod, a sound left my mouth and I was so proud of myself that I was at least able to whimper softly as Min continued to flick her tongue out against my left breast. When she was finished she moved between my legs and pressed her mound against mine and for the first time I realized that we were both hairless down there. Mom was like that and so was I. This gave me more cause to think that somehow we were related from some coupling in the distant past, as I knew that mom and I were hairless below the shoulders due to genetics. 




Chi Ana's Worlds Ch. 02



My musings on our genetic similarities were broken as she continued to kiss her way up to my lips and as we kissed she kept moving until her firm breasts were hanging down over my face. I took this as a sign that her nipples needed my attention, but she only stayed this way for a few minutes. While her mewing told me that she enjoyed the attention that my lips, tongue and teeth were giving to her nipples, she once again started to move. At this point I thought that she had had enough but I was wrong. She kept on moving until her knees were beside my ears. I was not sure what was going to happen and I so wanted to be able to see her lovely body kneeling over me, but the best I could do was to listen carefully for instructions, but the instructions that I heard were not what I was expecting to hear.

What I did hear was a female voice issue an order to the male watching us, "When those two sluts are done, send them to me!" As she turned to walk away she added, "Keep an eye on them and report to me anything that seems unusual."

A male voice was quick to answer, "Yes Ma'am."

I joked to myself that our watcher had changed genders and as I reached out with my mind I could tell that there was just one person in the building with us and I was about to probe deeper into his emotions with Min lowered her bare little mound down onto my lips. I knew now that she was expecting me to return the favor and I was more than happy to do so. She stayed just far enough away from me that I had to stick my tongue out about a quarter of an inch to get it between her dripping folds, and another half inch up from that was the little button that she so wanted me to give pleasure to.

My tongue was not long enough to put enough pressure on her button so she lowered herself a bit for me so that I could get to it better. Once my tongue found the right spot she would roll her hips and grind herself against my tongue. When she would stop grinding I copied her licking motion from earlier and soon she was panting loud and long. It seemed that I was getting the hang of this quickly if her moaning and panting was any indication of my success. Our watcher was enjoying it too as several times when my ears became uncovered during Min's bucking and grinding, I could hear him grunting too as it seems that he was pleasuring himself as he watched.

I seemed to have found the right spot and my tongue was doing the job properly because Min had stopped moving and let me do the work for her. Once she became still I used my fingers like she did to slide the hood back to expose the most sensitive part. Once I had it exposed I poked, prodded, and licked her swollen pearl until she was making enough noise that I thought that she could be heard in the barn across the courtyard. Like me she had slender lips and on occasion my tongue passed through them to taste her nectar as she had tasted mine. I got lost in her taste and she had to use my hair to tug my lips back up to her little button that was demanding so much of my attention.

I kept going until I felt her begin to tremble and I knew that she like me was about to launch, and launch she did. Her hands gripped my hair as her orgasm ripped through her. She held on tightly to my hair as she ground herself violently against my tongue while she convulsed through wave after wave of orgasm. I was so intent on pleasing her that at first I did not notice that once again I was draining energy from her as she came on my tongue and lips. Once I realized what was happening I tried hard to pull away and stop this but she would not let me. I was still in no condition to fight her and there was no way she was going to let me stop.

Once I was able to cope with the intensity of her orgasm I turned my attention to the energy that I was draining from Min. It seemed that she had a lot of energy because just like me she had passed from her first orgasm into her second. All the while I felt myself getting stronger as I was feeding from her, and I licked her through her third orgasm I felt the drain continue until I felt a suggestion filtering up from the back of my brain that was telling me to, "Build a wall." The suggestion repeated its self several times in my mother's voice.

Min was about half way through her third orgasm and I stopped licking her but that did not stop her from grinding herself against me to keep the orgasmic waves going. It seemed like the more I drained from her the more she wanted to give me as her movements against me were demanding another orgasmic wave. I tried to understand what, "Build a wall," meant but as I tried to think my friend was continuing to hump my face as she had lost all control. I could tell that she was weakening and so I thought frantically about a mental wall and as I thought about it I could feel myself being cut off mentally from the rest of the world. I imagined myself putting up a wall brick by brick inside my head. 

Once I could see the wall in my mind I lost contact with the sexual signature of our watcher. Shortly after that I had lost Min's more powerful emotional signature, and once that was gone the drain on her energy stopped. I was not sure exactly how I did it but I knew that whatever I did it had worked.

Between her multiple orgasms, and my drain on her youthful energy she was not willing to try for four orgasms in a row and slumped forward. She caught herself by extending her arms and ended up over me on her hands and knees. I felt that all was well with her now and that I had not taken too much from her though I did not know what too much was as I was still new to all this energy draining business. She remained over me for a few minutes while she struggled to catch her breath and as she held herself over me I felt a few drops of her sweet tasting dew drip down onto my nose and my lips. I licked my lips then lifted my head to run my tongue the entire length of her dripping slit. Though I could not talk I did my best to make a swallowing noise as I teasingly licked her still trembling lips several times.

I took joy in her laughter as she moved off of me and settled down onto her back. While she was composing her self and getting back into a normal breathing rhythm I lowered the wall that I had built and once again I could sense her and our watcher. For a few minutes I practiced blocking out her emotions while reading those of our watcher. Then I reversed the process and monitored only the signature of my lover. I realized now how I could build the wall and lower it at will. It took a while for Min to regain her senses and a regular heart rate so this gave me plenty of time to practice.

Min's breathing had returned to normal and as I touched her mind I could still sense that there was still some untapped energy there. I was tempted to go down on her again to see just how much she had left but I thought it would just be enough for me to lean over and give her a gentle kiss as we wrapped our arms around each other.

I do not know if in my other life I had relations with a man or a woman but after all that had happened to me I was happy in my relationship with Min at the moment. I did not know where this would lead over time but for now I felt warm, wanted, and happy. I wanted to tell all of this to Min but no matter how hard I tried I could not make a sound. I did however take solace in the fact that earlier I was able to whimper when I became overly excited. As I was reveling in this small vocal victory and taking comfort in the arms of Min I heard a male voice order us to wash up, get dressed and meet the Mistress of the Willows in her chambers immediately.



Chi Ana's Worlds Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - The King And The Fluffer

Min and I quickly bathed again except this time without diving into another round of sexual Olympics, though I was quite tempted to as my mind kept playing over our earlier bath time activities. I could feel my mind once again broadcasting my emotions and as I did a quick read on Min and our male watcher I could tell that their level of arousal was on the rise as well. It was not long before our male watcher made a hasty exit from the building. I suspected that he could no longer contain his emotions and was on his way to somewhere private to take matters into his own hand. Had we not been in a hurry to meet the Mistress as ordered, I might have volunteered to help find a solution to his sexual problem.

Min caught me as I was musing about our visitor and urged me to hurry up. When we left the water I found that a proper robe that buttoned down the front and tied at the waist had replaced my old hemp sheet. Min told me that this garment was the normal sort of dress seen around the palace and that I should wear it with pride. She helped me dress then assisted me with fixing my hair. I got a sudden flash in my mind that I like to wear my hair free flowing but Min insisted that I allow her to fix my long black hair into a thick braid. Since this was her culture and her people I decided to defer to her suggestion and allow her to fix my hair. 

We dressed then made our way to the residence of the Mistress. Her chambers were located in the massive building within the palace walls that housed the lower ranked Royal consorts. Mistress explained that while the lower ranked girls lived here, those of higher were housed in the palace closer to the King and Queen. It seemed from Min's words that the King had little time for consorts though he kept a few in the palace mostly for show or to entertain valued noblemen, high ranking generals, and visiting dignitaries from other lands.

When we entered the quarters of the Mistress I sensed the patterns of three people that I had detected earlier. The two males I could not place but my nose caught a whiff of perspiration and manure and I was able to identify them as two of the stable hands. The third was female and she was easy to identify by her energy signature as the wet nurse that fed me the day before. A quick scan of their emotions as they were ushered out the door told me that they were uncomfortable about what had gone on in the chambers of the Mistress but I could not get a read on exactly what had happened. I could say though that the men were slightly excited sexually and the nurse was very embarrassed by something.

Once they were gone and the door locked behind them the Mistress made her way over to us and invited us to sit on her sofa. Min guided me down onto the plush cushions and once we were comfortable the woman asked us to indentify ourselves. Min was quick to volunteer her name and then introduce me to the Mistress. It seemed that the Mistress was a bit put off by Min speaking for me and asked her why I could not speak for myself.

Her tone changed a bit after Min informed her that I was blind and unable to speak due to my run in with the log at the river. I could tell that Min was being cautious about what she said to Mistress about me. She let her know that she knew my name because I was able to write it down but she did not go into detail as to how well I could write and how large my vocabulary was.

I was hoping that Min was going to ask her why we were here, but I think that it would have been disrespectful for her to ask. I did keep reading Min and the Mistress' emotions and I could feel that Min was worried, and Mistress was confused. I got the impression that she was tasked with something that she was not willing to be honest about and that there was something that she needed from us. Her and Min talked back and forth for a bit. There was not much information being exchanged, it was mostly pleasantries being exchanged. The questioning ended when we heard a distant door opening and closing. Mistress excused herself and walked in the direction of the sound. 

I scanned her as she moved away from us and as I focused my mind in her general direction I picked up two more energy signatures that had just entered the room. One was male the other was female. The female was about half the age of the male and I would have guessed her to be in her late twenties or perhaps her early thirties. Her energy signature told me that she was a little bit younger than Mistress. If I were to guess the age of the Mistress I would have to guess that she was in her late thirties, early forties perhaps. The man was much older and I guessed his age to be somewhere in his late fifties from his energy signature. His mood was up beat and hopeful; while his woman's mood was distressed and I got the impression that she was disturbed about something.

I bumped Min and tried to direct her attention to the people that I had sensed, and in reply to my prompt Min told me that she could not see because all three had moved behind a bamboo screen. She could not make out who they were through the gaps in the bamboo but she knew that they were important people given the way the Mistress bowed to them before moving behind the screen. 

The three of them conferred for a bit before the Mistress returned to us. I could still sense that the other two were still in the room, which had me wondering what was going to happen next. I did not have to wait long to find out because as soon as Mistress made her way over to us she ordered us both to stand and disrobe.

Min was a bit hesitant and when Mistress noticed this she changed her mind and ordered us to undress each other. We both stood as ordered and we turned to each other and began assisting each other. I could feel a bit of embarrassment welling up in Min, which caught me by surprise. She did not seem at all modest earlier but the more I thought about it, the more I began to suspect that it was my sexual broadcasts that caused her modesty to be abandoned. 

I tried to focus on the same emotions from earlier and as I did I could feel Min becoming more comfortable and relaxed, as we stood naked before our Mistress. A quick scan of Mistress told me that she too had received the signal that I had sent out to Min and her signature was reading an increase in sexual energy as well. I took a reading of the other people in the room with us and found no increase in sexual energy from either of them. She seemed upset and he seemed a bit bored as his attentions were focused elsewhere.

Once we were naked before our Mistress she gave the order for Min to kiss me. This brought a slight shiver of anticipation to me as I awaited her lips to press against mine. I could sense that Min wanted to kiss me but not at the direction of someone else and I could read the hesitation in her emotions. I could also read that Mistress was a bit annoyed at Min's hesitation.

Mistress once again made the request for us to kiss, and this time I reached out to take Min's arms in my hands and pull myself toward her with my lips at the ready. I could not see her but I could feel her face coming closer to mine and then as her lips pressed to mine I could feel the same tingle running though her as was running through me. It was then that I sensed the sexual energy rising in Mistress as she coached, "Good girl Chiana, very good."

I conducted a quick scan of the other two people in the room and could not detect a rise in their sexual emissions. They appeared to be lost in whatever distractions they came in with, but as I kissed Min I began to get the feeling that the two of us were being auditioned for something. Since I had no where to go, I decided that whatever the audition was for, I was going to do my best at it so that perhaps I would no longer have to sleep above the barn. With that in mind I began to take charge of the situation as Min and I continued to kiss. 

I parted my lips for Min and enticed her tongue with mine, she quickly got the hint and soon her tongue was filling my mouth. Mistress caught sight of this and moved her hands to the back of our heads. She took hold of our hair and held us in place, which for me added a bit more excitement to the kiss. Mistress encouraged Min to press her size and weight advantage and take control of the situation and these words spurred Min on and I could sense a rise in her level of passion.

As Min's tongue played deep inside my mouth, Mistress coached me to suck on her tongue. I had never done anything like this and the idea sounded foreign to me but then I thought about the night with the barn keeper and began to treat Min's tongue as I did his manhood. This brought a sigh of pleasure from Min and praise from the Mistress.

I worked my lips up and down her tongue and she cooperated by pressing forward as I moved my lips down her protruding tongue. I felt a sharp rise in pleasure from Min, and as I focused on pleasing Min, Mistress used her grip on my hair to pull my lips from Min and force them against hers. Mistress opened her mouth as our lips met and her tongue pressed forward to fill my mouth. Min was not happy about this as announced by her sigh of frustration.

Mistress held Min away from me by her hair as the two of us kissed, then as suddenly as she kissed me, she pulled away and moved her lips to Min. I could hear soft kisses being exchanged along with the noise of lips sucking on flesh. Each soft sucking sound brought a soft moan from Min's lips. I was a bit upset at this point that I could not see what was going on and was tempted to reach out to the Yu for a peek but the Yu was limited in doors and would cost me dearly in personal energy to make it work. I knew I had to save my energy reserves because I did not know what was to come from this encounter.

The kissing and nibbling stopped for a second and then I felt Min's lips forced back against mine again and as our lips met we continued right where we left off. As we kissed Mistress ran her hand over my face, shoulders and chest and I could only assume that she was doing the same to Min. Mistress broke our forced kiss once again and pulled my lips to hers. She forced her tongue between my lips and deep into my much smaller mouth. I detected a major rise in her sexual energy as she kept probing her tongue in and out of my mouth. My initial readings of Mistress told me that perhaps she was just going to be an observer in all this but as her sexual energy increased, she decided to join in and was now focusing her attention on me more than Min. I suspected that this was because I was once again mentally broadcasting my sexual aura to those near by.

Mistress pulled away from me quickly then thrust Min and me back together and once again we were passionately kissing, and as we kissed Mistress sat on her sofa to watch as we performed in front of her. I figured that she had just decided that she was going to watch but then she took my right hand and placed it between Min's legs and I knew at once what she wanted. I began moving my fingers over the soft folds of her womanhood and as my fingers found her growing wet spot her lips moaned softly against mine as we increased the passion of our kiss.

It only took a few seconds before I felt Min's hand moved between my legs as Mistress continued to silently direct our little sexual adventure for our two watchers. A quick scan of the watchers told me that the male was interested in what was going on but was not aroused as I thought he should have been. The reading of the woman's emotions told me that she was disgusted by what she was watching or perhaps she was gripped by another emotion that I could not read now with so many emotions running high in the room.

Min towered over me by a few inches and as we kissed I could feel my neck getting a bit stiff as I found myself on my tiptoes to try to match her height and relieve some of the pressure. As we kissed my fingers continued to move over Min's mound and lower lips as hers did the same to me. From time to time Mistress would touch our hands and move them a bit faster and would guide us to touch specific areas between each other's legs.

The more we rubbed each other the more intense our kissing became and soon we were both rocking our hips in time with each other's hand movements. I surprised myself as I was moaning along with Min as we pleasured each other. All I could muster earlier were silent moans where I would open my mouth but nothing would come out but that had changed now.

Mistress stood next to us now and I was expecting to receive some new directions from her but instead of speaking she took Min and I by the hair and pulled our lips apart slightly then leaned in to add her tongue to the mix. I could instantly read an increase in arousal level of Mistress and Min and I too could feel an increase in my heart rate. As the three of us kissed I was able to get a bit more information about our Mistress. While Min had about a three inch height advantage over me, Mistress was about two or three inches taller than Min and I was thankful that she did not make us try to reach up to her height to keep our kiss going.

As she pressed in against us I could feel her bare breasts pressing against my side and I could tell that her orbs were a bit more than twice the size of Min's and if I had to make a size comparison, I would say half a grapefruit, half and orange, and I was still proudly sporting my walnut sized cones with firm raisin sized nipples. 

Our three-way kiss continued but from time to time Mistress would pull either Min or myself out of the mix to share a solo kiss with her. The more she kissed me the more I could tell that her passion level had increased to be the equal of Min's. She was really getting into this now and was taking as much pleasure from us and we were from each other. I began to put aside the previous thoughts that I had about us being here to put on a show four our watchers and just concentrated on pleasing whoever's lips were pressed against mine now.

Our kiss continued for several more minutes and as we kissed I felt Mistress move her hands to our breasts where she gave each of our orbs a soft gentle massage before she backed away from us. I attempted to move my lips back against Min's but Mistress had other ideas. I felt a sharp tug on my hair as my head was pulled downward and soon I found my lips pressed against a firm round breast and a protruding nipple. I could feel Min's cheek against mine as Mistress held us both to her breasts. I moved my hand up under the orb I was given and as I suspected it was quite heavy and would not fit fully in my small hand. Mistress was well endowed but not so much as my wet nurse.

Min and I went to work on her nipples. I could hear her kissing and sucking and I joined in and soon I could hear Mistress sign with pleasure. We continued to work her nipples and from time to time she would use our hair to pull our lips from her breasts and force us together to kiss in front of her. I was losing myself in our three-way adventure and pleasing Mistress became as important to me as pleasing Min. From my scans of my two partners I could tell that the emotions being broadcast were of similar strength and intensity. While Min and I kissed I quickly scanned our two watchers and found that he was becoming aroused and she seemed to be not as cold and distant as before. It was at this point I decided that I would quit trying to build the wall to block my transmissions and just enjoy Min and our Mistress.

Mistress let us kiss for several minutes and while we kissed she was moving softly against us so that her wet nipples and firm breasts were massaging our cheeks as Min and I enjoyed our passion together. Unfortunately our kiss was broken as once again Mistress pulled my lips her hers, and as I did before I parted my lips for her as her tongue plunged roughly past my lips and into my mouth. I snaked my tongue around with hers but she was intent on taking control and used her larger tongue to press mine down in a show of dominance over me.

As we continued to kiss I could feel Min's soft hair moving against my chest and I could tell the Mistress was forcing her lips back to her right breast. I began to hear Min licking and sucking as Mistress and I continued to kiss. Min must have been doing a good job because as my lips were locked against hers. Mistress began to moan softly into my open mouth as her tongue continued to have its way with mine.

Our kiss was broken once again and the slurping noses from Min ceased. Soon I found my lips forced down to Mistress' right breast and as I took her nipple between my lips I could hear Min and Mistress kissing above me. I did my best to flick my tongue as fast as I could against her sensitive little point. I would alternate between licking and sucking but I could tell that she preferred sucking to licking when she pulled my mouth tightly against her orb as I surrounded the nipple with my mouth. She held on so tightly that there was no way that I was going to get my mouth off her nipple without a fight.

I had lost track of how much time had passed since our little kissing, sucking, and licking session began but as suddenly as it began it came to an end and Mistress took us by the hand and led us to her bed. Mistress sat on the bed and pulled us down beside her. She kept a hold of our hands and moved them between her legs. Without a word Min began working on her hooded little button and I moved my fingers between the folds of her lips. Mistress let this continue for several minutes before she moved her hand to my hair and pulled me down to lie next to her on the bed. 

Min and I continued to rub her and as her breathing grew heavier she used her grip on my hair to pull my lips to hers. Her kiss for me was much more passionate than before and I knew that our hands were taking care of her in a way that she expected. Mistress broke our kiss and began to squeal and hissed out the words, "Good girls!" before she pulled my lips to her left breast. I knew exactly what she wanted and was more than happen to take her nipple into my mouth once again. 

Mistress was really squirming between us now as our hands worked over her mound, lips and button, but for whatever reason she pulled my hand from between her legs and placed it on her right breast as she encouraged Min to put her fingers inside her. With my hand repositioned I cupped her breast gently and began to knead her right breast as I sucked, licked and nibbled on the left. I have to admit that even though no one was touching me between my legs I could feel a soft trickle of dew leaking from me as our little three way dance continued.

I had a feeling that Min was doing more to bring Mistress closer to the edge than I was as Mistress was encouraging her to go faster and harder. Not to be left out I too increased the speed of my tongue against her nipple and the strength of my suction against her breast. A quick reading of Mistress told me that she was close to the edge but I did not really need my empathic abilities to tell me that. Her bucking and squirming between us was enough to tell me that she was close.

Her body tensed and then began to convulse as her orgasm took control of her. I did my best to hang on to her breast and keep my mouth on her nipple as she bucked, squirmed and rolled on the bed between us. She was moaning and panting loudly and as she came for us. I did a quick scan of our watchers and found that the male was quite aroused and the woman was a bit aroused but was also showing signs of being embarrassed. 

As Mistress regained her composure as her orgasm subsided she once again complimented us with her usual, "Good girls" line. I was beginning to think that she was experienced at this sort of thing and used that line often with the other young consorts in the palace. I took it as a compliment though given what I had been through lately but I think all of the thanks from Mistress had to go to Min since it was her hand that was doing most of the work. I have to say that I have found out that just a little attention paid to my nipples does well to put me on the road to orgasm.




Chi Ana's Worlds Ch. 03



I went back to pleasuring Mistress with my mouth and tongue as she pulled Min's lips to hers. I was giving her nipple slow languid strokes with my tongue as my hand massaged her orb from the underside. Mistress was still coming down from the edge of her orgasm and as she kissed Min I did the best to help her relax. This went on for quite a while until Mistress sat up and pushed me down onto my back. I would have loved to see what was going on as she repositioned Min but it did not take long to figure it out when she moved Min's knees next to my head and had her facing toward my feet. Mistress teases, "I want to see a replay of what you did in the bathhouse."

I knew what she wanted and in compliance I reached up with my hands and took hold of Min's hips and guided her mound and wet lips toward my waiting mouth. She moaned as my tongue flicked out and slipped between her lips but her moan was suddenly cut off, and as I heard a kiss echo through the air I knew that it was Mistress' tongue that stifled Min's moans. Again I was wishing that I could see but then even if I had my sight all I would be able to see is Min's sexy rear end hanging over me as I continued to dart my tongue in and out of her tight little wet tunnel.

As I worked my tongue in and out of Min in short flicks, stabs, and licks I could hear her moaning from time to time but her moans were cut off as her and Mistress continued to kiss all hot and heavy above me. The kissing continued but once again Mistress began to direct and moved Min's left hand down to my right breast. Mistress kept her hand on Min's for a few minutes and assisted her with squeezing my breast and rubbing my nipple between her fingers. 

Soon Mistress moved her hand from my breast and brought it to rest between my slender legs and I could feel her finger running between my bare lips as it made its way up to my sensitive little button. Now it was my turn to moan and I found myself moaning loudly against Min's little wet kitty as she kept it pressed tightly against my lips and tongue. 

I kept my tongue buried inside my friend and as I probed and licked her vigorously she began to rock gently on my face, just as I was doing against Mistress as her hand rubbed my mound and her fingers found their way inside me. I was so enjoying the attention that I was getting and I could tell that Min was as well. My pleasure came to a sudden end as Mistress pulled her fingers out of me and moved away. Min changed her position as well as soon as the sounds of kissing ended. Min was now leaning forward and had the palms of her hands pressed against my breasts, and with her leaning forward she put most of her weight on my small orbs as she balanced herself over me.

With Min in her new position leaning forward she was in a better position to grind herself against my mouth and tongue and that is exactly what she did. Her moaning increased while I tongued her mound as she ground herself against me. I teased and nibbled her lips and little button from time to time when it was presented to me but mostly I was probing her as deep as my little pointed pink tongue could probe.

The faster I licked and probed the faster Min moved against me and just as soon as we had built up a good rhythm and she was getting close to the edge, I felt Mistress move between my legs and quickly snake her tongue between my lips. As she licked I began to lose control and began licking and probing Min fast and hard and soon Min lost control and it was not long before my face was being soaked and wave after wave of orgasm washed over Min.

As Min bucked and ground against my face her hands kept pressing down over and over on my small breasts, and this in concert with Mistress tonguing my little bud and lower lips, my own orgasm was close at hand. Mistress worked her tongue well and being the more experienced of the three of us it did not take long for me to explode from deep within. As my shuddering body announced my orgasm, mistress pressed two fingers inside me and worked them in and out fast and hard as her tongue licked and stabbed my little bud. Both Min and I were a trembling, squirming and moaning orgasmic mess as my tongue kept her going and Mistress did the same for me with her tongue and fingers.

Min had finished first and slumped forward before she rolled off of me, and just as Mistress was releasing the last few orgasmic waves from me we heard a door slam closed on the far side of the room that broke our post collective mood. I did my best to ride Mistress' finger since it had stopped moving and even though I did my best, I was denied my last few tremors of joy. As Mistress pulled her mouth and fingers away from me we heard a female voice command, "Get the girls cleaned up. Give the dressmaker the day off then send the little one to the Royal bedchamber after the dinner hour and make sure you explain to her what must be done."

Mistress responded with a quick but nervous, "Yes My Queen" and was about to say something else but her words were cut off as the door slammed once again. 

I was trying to recover quickly and regain my senses and as I took stock of my condition I realized that I had been able to bring Min to orgasm and not drain her energy as I had done before. 

Mistress had plenty of energy but it was a much more seasoned energy than Min. I would not have minded draining Mistress a bit but when she was in the throws of orgasm I was not in a good position to siphon off any of the sexual energy that she was putting out. I still did not know all the ins and outs of this energy business but I believed that before my mind was wiped I knew all about it and how to control my energy and how to take energy from others safely. I knew now that I had no one to explain this to me and that I would have to figure it out on my own by trial and error. My only hope was that I did not kill someone I cared about in the process.

We had spent most of the day with Mistress and after we were all calmed down enough, Mistress let us in on a bit on what had happened and what this was all about, but she did not go into great detail. It seemed that since I arrived in the compound there have been reports of sexual disturbances in and around the area that I was in. The Royal Physician was consulted and he attributed the sexual abnormalities to a sudden release of a strong musk-like substance. It was thought that it was either Min or myself that was giving off the sexual aroma so this test was designed to determine if it was Min or me that was the cause. Mistress said that she determined that I was the cause and therefore the reason I had to meet with the King and Queen in their chambers this evening.

That was all that she would tell me while Min was in the room, and after she had gone through her explanation she had sworn us both to secrecy on this issue and warned that since the King of Wu was involved now in this that any betrayal of this secret would result in our immediate execution.

My emotional scans upon hearing this told me that the room had gone emotionally cold as I studied the moods of the Mistress and Min. Min promised that she would keep the secret and mentioned that since I cannot speak that the secret would be safe with me as well. I looked in the direction of the Mistress and nodded in agreement with Min.

Mistress made her way to a door in a different direction from the one that our watchers had used and called out several names. Within seconds I could sense two more minds in the room with us. Both were female and were of similar age to Min and myself. Mistress introduced them as Wei and Dao, and then introduced them to us. I could only identify them by energy signature as they spoke so at least now I could tell them apart. 

Mistress described their positions as Ladies-In-Waiting to the Royal Court. I did not quite understand and Mistress picked up on my non-verbals then explained for me that they were Royal Consorts of the lowest level. She volunteered that she was also a Consort but she held the rank of Imperial Honorable Consort, which was the highest one could achieve in the Willow World without being married to the King. I could sense that there was more that she wanted to tell me but for some reason she let it go at that. She did however follow up with that for tonight I would hold the Concubine rank of Honorable Lady, which was one rank above Lady-In-Waiting. Mistress explained that since I was called to the Royal bedchamber that I had to hold this rank or higher as custom dictated.

I was not sure about all of this but as I read the emotions around the room I could tell that Min was happy for me, as was Mistress, while Wei and Dao were a bit put off that I had passed them over on the Royal Concubine Organizational chart.

Once we all knew where we stood in the scheme of things Mistress ordered Wei to prepare a bath for me in her private quarters, then ordered Dao to do the same for Min except that she would be bathing in the area reserved for the lower level consorts. It was then that Min and I were separated and for the rest of the evening I would be without her and that was quite scary, as I no longer had the company of my friend, nor my slate tablet and chalk. I was truly in the dark and on my own.

As I was led to the bathing area I was met by several other low level consorts and they did their best to assist me in bathing and preparing my hair for the evening. During my bath they had unbraided my hair and washed it thoroughly. I suspect that they did not want the King and Queen to be offended by the smell of the stable in my hair.

When the bath was done I was dried and gently powdered. My body was given the royal treatment so to speak. When I was finished with the powering and such I was taken back to Mistress who presented me with some very impressively soft garments. They consisted of a fine soft robe made of a very soft linen that fit over top of an even softer top and pants set that in my opinion resembled pajamas, but these were not sleep wear. This was the style of the day for the palace dwellers and the upper class visitors. I was told that the garments when worn together were called a "Hanfu", and that the more layers that were worn, the higher in social standing the wearer was. Mistress told me that given my new station that I should be wearing a few more layers than I was given, but then joked that I would not be keeping my clothing on for too long tonight.

The fabric was so soft that I could not help rub it slowly over my face and as I did so a voice that I did not recognize offered the narration that this was the finest silk available in Wu and was most worthy of an audience with the King. The other consorts assisted me with getting dressed. I was quite familiar with wearing fine garments but never anything as soft as this and it felt quite sexy as I slipped it on. There obviously were no bras and panties in this land, and at the time I wished that there were because as they slipped the top on me and buttoned it up the feeling of this silk fabric against my nipples had me wishing that Min was around as my nipples were rock hard and very sensitive. Every movement in these clothes was a new sensation in sexuality for me and I was now wondering what I would be broadcasting as I made my way to the Royal bedchamber.

The women assisting me wanted to put my hair up but Mistress insisted that it looked better thickly braided as I had it when she met me. She told me that she preferred the braid as it showed off my youthful beauty and avoided the stuffy all-business look that putting it up would give me. My bevy of assistants agreed and they took care of my hair just as Mistress commanded. In no time I was dressed in my silks and a blue, red and gold paisley patterned robe. I so would have loved to be able to view myself in the mirror, or even in the Yu but at best indoors the Yu would not show me the colors and that is what I so wanted to see.

When I was ready Mistress dismissed her girls and gave me my instructions for the night. She started off by saying that the King and Queen have been trying to produce an heir to the throne for many years but have only succeeded in producing female offspring. Without a male heir upon the passing of the King, the Kingdom of Wu would pass to his closest male relative. She did not go into detail about the closest male relative other to suggest that his becoming King would present a problem with the kingdoms surrounding Wu.

Once I had the political information Mistress informed me that the King and Queen as of late have had problems producing an heir and went on to insinuate that the King was unable to perform in a manner that would impregnate his Queen. Mistress laughed slightly then teased that the King's trouble getting it up and keeping it up could be related to his Queen being a jealous frigid shrew. Of course she swore me to secrecy upon pain of death if I ever revealed that she said that. I so wanted to laugh out loud but all I could manage was a suppressed titter, which was progress when you consider that I was unable to make such noises just yesterday.

Mistress then laid out the mission for me. My job was to "get the King ready" in any way possible but under no circumstances should he be allowed to cum inside me, or on me. His seed was reserved for the Queen only. I was warned that should he be inside of me when the time came I was to move away quickly so as to allow him to enter the Queen to make his deposit. Mistress asked me if I understood and I nodded in the affirmative.

Mistress gave me one last look over and made a few adjustments to my clothing the remarked how beautiful I was, then went on to add that at one time the Queen was the most beautiful woman in the land but now her beauty is second to mine. Her words gave me a warm feeling in side that was quickly dashed when she added, "Mind yourself, the Queen is a jealous woman and your beauty could be seen as a threat to her position with the King."

I wanted to thank Mistress for her kind words and her thoughtful warning but the words would not come from my lips even though I was able to mouth the words, there was no sound to be heard. The best I could manage was a nod and a smile.

Mistress presented me with my walking staff, as it was time to go. I knew I would not need it going to the palace as Mistress was going to escort me past the guards to the Royal bedchamber. I thought that maybe I might needed it on the way back and I got the same impression from her as she handed it to me.

Along the way Mistress gave me a bit more information about the situation that I was walking into but mostly she cautioned me to keep my wits about me and to be respectful to both the King and Queen at all times. We passed many people on the way to the palace and as I touched their minds most of them were respectful of the Mistress and a bit quizzical about my being with her as they did not recognize me as one of the established courtesans. My slight size and youthful appearance seemed to draw a bit of attention as well.

When we reached the Royal bedchamber Mistress introduced me to the four guards standing outside. The lead guard asked me to state my business with the King and Queen and since I was unable to speak Mistress answered for me then informed them of my condition. With that formality out of the way I was permitted to enter.

I immediately sensed that there were two people in the room with me and I was able to identify them as the two that had been watching Mistress, Min and myself earlier. The King welcomed me and suggested that I remove my clothing so that they could get a better look at me. The thought of stripping for the King and Queen was a bit of a turn on for me and I guess that I had broadcast my feelings and I instantly noticed an increase in the King's sexual signature while the Queen's signature remained unchanged.

I slowly removed my clothing in the same manner that it was put on me and I was ever so careful not to wrinkle or damage the fine garments that had been given to me for the evening. Once I was standing naked before the King, the Queen instructed me to place my things on a table to the left of where I was standing. I used my staff as a guide to find the table then as instructed I carefully laid out my clothing, then gently leaned my staff against the table before turning to face the Royal couple. The King was on the bed in a reclining position I found when I was beckoned to the bed and found him naked there. The Queen was a few feet away from the bed where she was in a good position to observe what was about to happen.

I took a seat on the bed near the edge and as I could feel the warmth from his body I figured that I had sat down on the side of the bed that was normally reserved for the Queen. As I made myself comfortable the King reached for my hand and pulled it close to him then let it come to rest on his thigh. As he did this I scanned his energy signature and found out that he was quite excited over what was about to happen. Even though he was excited, his manhood was flaccid as I ran my hand up his leg and touched it gently.

I now had a feel for where I was, where the Queen was and where the King was. I calmed myself and reached out with my mind and allowed the signals that the King, Queen, and I were sending out to work as a sort of radar to give me a mental picture of what the room looked like and where everything in the room was located. This put me more at ease and that allowed me to proceed.

I blocked out what Mistress had told me earlier as I did not want any distractions. I knew that I was a relative novice in all this sex stuff since my mind was wiped and was not sure what to do next. I thought back to my recent experiences and I drew on my encounter with the barn attendant to begin my night with the King.

With my fingers resting over his manhood I gripped it gently and began to stroke its length and as I stroked it the King adjusted his position to allow me better access. After several minutes his manhood was unresponsive and showed little sign of life. Now I knew that I had to work for this if I was to get through this night, so my next idea was to treat his body the same way that Min and I treated each other.

While my hand kept massaging and fondling his limp noodle I moved my lips to his thigh and kissed my way up its length, then as my lips approached his sack and shaft I flicked my tongue out softly. First I paid attention to each of his manly stones and as my tongue caressed them in turn I could feel a little thickening in his manhood. As the Queen watched she snorted then chimed in with, "That is disgusting!" Upon the King hearing that his manhood deflated and returned to its previously flaccid state.

My first thought was to kill the bitch then let the King impregnate me but of course that would never happen, or if it did I would probably be drawn and quartered or something like that. I did my best to block out the Queen's negative comments and her harsh mental projections then turned my attention back to the King. Knowing how sensitive my nipples were, and how sensitive Min's were I decided to try and see if the same was true of the King's nipples.

I straddled one of the King's legs and laid my body across his. I could feel myself being so tiny against him but the dimensions worked out well as my hairless little mound came to rest on his right thigh and my lips after kissing and nibbling their way up his torso came to rest against his left nipple. Just as I did earlier with Min and Mistress I took his nipple in my mouth. I could feel the softness of the skin around his areola and realized that this was an older man and not the young women that I was used but never the less I kept my lips around it and sucked gently.

This got a reaction from the King in the form of a pleasurable sigh so I kept it up and intensified my efforts and soon I was rewarded again and could feel his nipple stirring to life but there was only a little change in the hardness of his scepter of life. I kept stroking him and alternated between sucking and licking his nipples and still his nipples were more receptive than his manhood was. He may not have been responding but I found myself getting a little excited as every move I made, and every move that the King made caused my bare little mound to rub against his leg and as my wetness grew I got another idea.




Chi Ana's Worlds Ch. 03



I sat up and squirmed my way up the King's thigh until his flaccid manhood was pressed tightly against my moist little slit and then as I sat over his rod I supported it with my hand while I rolled my hips. I was massaging myself against him and as I did so my wetness was transferred to him. I continued rub myself against him until I felt my arousal grow and the more I became aroused the harder his pole became. I did a quick scan of the King and found myself very turned on and found myself projecting my emotions directly to the King. While the Queen was acting bored I could tell that she was slightly aroused also, but the King was enjoying what I was doing and his mental emissions told me that he was ready for more.

One thing that I found out from my night with the barn keeper was that when I went down on him I got very excited myself so that gave me the idea of what to do next. I slid myself down off the King and came to kneel beside him with my knees pressed against his thigh. It was easy now for me to bend over and take him into my mouth. He was not fully hard yet and I would guess that he was only halfway there so when I took him fully into my mouth his spongy member fit inside easily.

I wrapped my fingers around the base and began squeezing it softly as my mouth moved up and down his length. Once I got him good and wet I began to alternate the movements of my mouth and my fingers. I could feel myself growing wetter and the more I moved up and down his shaft the harder it became, though it was taking some time to get him fully erect. As he thickened inside my mouth I tightened my lips more for additional friction, and as I took him inside I would swirl my tongue around his head then over the underside of his shaft to keep it nice and slippery.

He was about three quarters of the way to full hardness when he pulled my mouth from his manhood and guided me up towards his head. This brought a comment from the Queen, "Don't you dare kiss her!" but that was not his aim. As he pulled my chest upward he began to lick my left nipple followed by my right. I kept my hand pumping the length of his shaft and as he worked his lips and tongue over my nipples his manly spear had finally come to full hardness. I think he figured out that the more aroused I became, the more aroused he became and after seeing me with Min and Mistress before, he knew that my nipples were one of my more sensitive spots.

I let him linger on my nipples as long as he wanted and as I stroked him he put his hand over my hand and helped me. For several minutes have gave my nipples the attention that they needed and when he let me go, I went down on him again with a renewed hunger. I knew that I had to be broadcasting some major sexual energy because as I went down on the King again I felt the Queen sitting on the bed next to me and a quick scan of her signature told me that she was starting to get into the spirit of what we were trying to do here.

The Queen inched closer to us as I continued to bob up and down on his manhood and the faster I went the tighter I made my lips around him. He moved his hand to the back of my head to encourage me to go faster and as I did I could hear my mouth making soft slurping sounds as I was now taking in almost his whole length in my mouth. Soon he began pushing up with his hips and with his hand on the back of my head I was now taking his full pole in my mouth. Thankfully he was not a big man and he fit well in my mouth and only a couple of times did he unexpectedly bump into the back of my throat.

The Queen inched closer again and as I was working my lips up and down the King's prize pole she reached over and began slowly rubbing his nipples and when her arm bumped against my side I could tell just by her movements that as she was rubbing his chest, she was also rubbing hers. I heard a soft sigh of pleasure from the Queen and a quick scan told me that her anger, jealousy and contempt were gone and she was ready to make a baby.

With the Queen close by and watching, the King moved my lips from his manhood and with ease he lifted my full ninety pounds up and over his lap and with his hands on my hips he lowered my tight little wet tunnel down on to the head of his spear. I did not know if I was a virgin or not but I knew that this was going to hurt either way as I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him. Thankfully I was wet enough and my lips parted and took his head inside. I tried to inch myself down slowly but as I did he removed his hands and allowed gravity and my wetness take control. I moaned softly but I wanted to scream as his meat slid in even more as he push up with his hips. The last push had him all the way inside me and at that point I was biting my lower lip as I tried to remain motionless to adjust to his size.

The King was kind enough to give me time to adjust and once I was comfortable I leaned forward and lifted myself almost all the way off him. I just kept the tip inside as I brought my hands to rest on his shoulders. I knew that by leaning forward he could not get all the way inside me again without some serious effort. How I knew that I did not know but it felt about right. He seemed to like me in this position and once he removed his hand from my slender hips I knew that he was leaving the rest up to me. I took a deep breath then slid back down about halfway then lifted up again. This seemed to be ok with him so I did it again then slowly built up a rhythm as I slowly took more of him inside me.

He was much wider at the hips than I was and it was a bit of a strain to keep my legs spread in a kneeling position for so long but I was able to block the cramping out of my mind as I began to ride him hard and fast. Most of the time I would take half of him inside me, that is until he started playing with my breasts and nipples. The feeling of his hands there and his pole probing inside me spurred me on to go faster and take him deeper.

I was bouncing wildly on him now and the faster I bounced the deeper he went and I came to realize that he was a bit longer than I was deep but as I pushed down and he pushed up, the collision that I was expecting inside me did not happen. For some reason my insides were moving away from his plunging head as if I was designed to mold my insides to my lover's tool. His movement inside me and my movement to accommodate him only increased my passion and soon I was feeling a powerful orgasm building up inside me. My scan of the King suggested that he had some time to go before he exploded and I attributed that to the dulling if the nerves in his organ that came with his advanced age.

As I rode the King hard and fast I could feel the bed moving next to me and with the rustle of clothing I could tell that the Queen was undressing, and as she undressed I could sense her arousal and even though I could sense this with my mind, my nose was telling me this as well as I could actually smell her wetness as her clothing was removed. She was into this now and as I continued to ride the King to my first orgasm of the night, I could hear the Queen moaning and as I reached out and touched her mind I could tell that she was now pleasuring her breasts and mound with her own hands.

My orgasm took control of me causing me to lean back and sit down fully on the King and take him all the way inside. I knew that I could take his length and I leaned back to balance myself by resting my hands on his thighs, this caused him to bend his legs and grip my little butt to relocate me forward. Now he was taking control and began ramming himself up into me hard and fast as my orgasm continued. I could feel him now growing even harder and as he was ramming it home. Beside me on the bed I could feel the Queen changing positions as if preparing herself for the big moment.

As I scanned the King I knew that the moment was close and I was prepared to slide off of him and away from the Queen so that she could take my place before the first of his seed spilled forth. I was totally in shock when my orgasm was subsiding that the Queen leaned in and began licking my left breast. As I was paying attention to the Queen the King suddenly gripped me by the hips and pushed me off of him. As he shoved me I made a dive for the floor and as I heard a scramble on the bed I could tell the Queen had taken my place. The loud grunting from the King told me that he was filling her with his seed. My scans of the King and Queen confirmed this.

From my massaging of his sack earlier I knew that he did not have much to offer her in the way of sperm. At his advanced age his sperm production had dropped off sharply. I did however remember my experiences with the wet nurse and the barn keeper. While the Queen rode her King through his orgasm I repositioned myself to kneel by the bed and as he pumped himself into her I gently massaged his sack the way I had the barn keepers and from my touch or from my will I could feel his sack filling up and expanding. He was pumping out volumes of his seed now and the more he injected into her the faster she bounced on his spurting rod, impaling herself over and over.

I did my best to keep massaging him to keep his sack full and finally as he was spearing her wildly she exploded with her own orgasm and as she did I pulled my hand away. His sack was still full and it did not take long to pump out the rest. I suspected that he had filled her enough as his seed and her nectar were leaking out of her in a small stream. The two of them had made an awful mess of the bed but neither of them minded as they collapsed on the bed next to each other to catch their breath.

As I scanned them both I could tell that the resentment that they once felt was gone as was the ill will of the Queen towards me and her King. I could only sense happiness in the room from them both. As we all caught our breath I was wondering what I should do next. I thought it best that I should leave but did not want to insult the King and Queen by doing so. My dilemma was solved when the Queen gently reached down and touched my hair then as she took a soft grip on me she guided me back up to the bed and asked me to get him ready again.

I was in shock that she would request this but I did as she commanded. His manhood was sticky with his seed and her juices combined, but that did not stop me from taking him into my mouth. It took several times of moving my lips up and down his pole to get him cleaned off. I have to admit that they did taste good together and I found that as I swallowed their deposits I felt myself feeding off the life energy contained in his seed and her nectar.

He was about halfway hard again and began to firm up as I got into a good rhythm with my mouth. As I was working his tool over with my mouth I could hear a soft sucking sound as the Queen began working on his nipples with her mouth. In no time he was rock hard again and as I was taking him in deep and fast he pulled his rod away from me and pulled me up onto the bed. I was quickly pushed over onto my back and could feel my legs being spread wide. Once I was in position he hovered over me between my legs and pressed the head of his shaft between my legs. I prepared myself as he adjusted his position over me and then sunk himself into me fully with one hard thrust.

I let out a long moan as his weight pushed me into the mattress. He remained buried inside of me for a minute then pushed himself up support himself with his arms, but as he pitched forward this new position forced my legs upward to the point that my knees were up near my shoulders and I was neatly bent in half with my ankles up by his ears. He had me completely exposed and at his mercy which is what he wanted. I never thought him capable of this at his age but once he had me where he wanted me he became a bucking stallion and I was getting speared long, hard, and deep.

To make matters worse he adjusted his position again and placed his hands behind my knees and was using all of his weight to keep my legs pinned to my chest and shoulders. I tried to push back and be an equal partner in all of this but he was in control and was using me roughly. I was about out of breath from my legs being pressed against my chest and just as I felt that I could pass out he pulled out of me and moved over to where his Queen was laying in a similar position and without warning he plunged himself into her just as the first jet of seed erupted from his member. I had been so caught up in my own situation that I had lost track of the King's pending orgasm.

He plowed into his Queen as hard and as fast as he did me and soon he had her once again filled with his seed. I tried to get my hand to his balls to make sure that they stayed full for him but he had other ideas. While his Queen was blubbering and moaning through her own orgasm, as soon as she began to calm down he grabbed me by the hair and forced his still spurting member into my mouth. I was able to swallow the last few weak spurts and I was thankful for it. I had missed dinner and after the workout that Min and Mistress had given me, my reserves were quite low before I got to the Royal bedchamber. As he used my mouth for his pleasure I moved my hand to his sack and willed it full again, then swallowed every gob that he shot down my throat.

Once he was spent I thought that would be it for him but he did not let go of my hair and kept himself in my mouth. He was like a wild man has he pistoned himself in and out. I was surprised that his manhood did not soften so much this time and was staying fairly hard. I suspected that I must have been making some pretty wild sexual broadcasts to keep him going this long, but I was not complaining and neither was he or his Queen.

The more I sucked on him the harder he became and once again he was fully erect though his balls were running close to empty. As I sucked him I moved my hand to caress his sack and once again as expected it expanded as it filled with seed. He was just about full again when he pulled out of my mouth and flipped me over onto my tummy. Given my slight weight and size this was not so hard for a man his age to do, in fact his wife could have done it just as easily I suspect. As he positioned himself behind me I could hear his Queen urging him on. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me up so that I was on my hands and knees facing downward away from him. He moved in behind me and soon I felt his hands on my hips as his Queen was guiding him into me. As he pushed in fully she cheered him on saying, "Give it to her good this time. Make her scream!"

He gripped my hips tightly as his hips shot forward and then he backed out, only to ram himself in me fully once again. He would pull almost all the way out and then shove himself in as hard as he could each time. As I tried to use my mind's radar to get a better picture of my predicament, I got a vision of his wife behind him using her arms and her weight to push hard on his butt to add more force to his thrusts. I felt that if she shoved him any harder he was going to ram into me so hard that I would be catapulted through the headboard of the bed and the stonewall beyond. 

This time around he was rough on me as he repeatedly slammed into me from behind. I could still feel that I was tight around him but my little tunnel had become a bit stretched. It did not take him long on this wild ride for another orgasm to start building inside of him and I knew that soon he was going to pull out and move toward his Queen. I prepared myself and when the time came he pulled out but instead of plunging himself into his Queen he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her open mouth down onto his spurting pole. She gagged and gurgled as he fired shot after shot of his thick hot seed down her throat. This had me thinking of her earlier expression of disgust when I first went down on her King.

I so wanted to laugh as I thought of this prissy Queen being forced to swallow his load but my glee was broken as I felt a hand gripping my hair. It was as if the Queen had read my mind or I had broadcast my desires and visions to her, but here she was with her hand in my hair and her other hand pushing down on my jaw to force my mouth open. As my mouth opened the King plunged his spurting tool past my lips and into my mouth. I quickly closed my lips around him and made sure not to lose a drop. I also moved my hands to cup his sack and once again had it filling up just as I wished he would. 

The Queen continued to hold on to my head as he filled my mouth and tummy with his seed and I drank as much as I could but when I could no longer catch my breath I pulled my hands back from his balls and let him pump out the last few ounces of his cum which I tried to swallow but as I did I found that the King's rod was replaced by his wife's lips and tongue as she kissed me hard and deep. For a few minutes we shared a kiss and her husband's sperm between us.

I know that I lost control as I swallowed the King's seed and passionately kissed his Queen and I found myself feeding off of their sexual energy at least for a little while. I struggled not to take too much from them given their ages but I did take enough of their energy and his seed to satisfy my energy needs for a while. My feeding on them also sapped the rest of their strength and that was the last encounter we would have for the night as they were both worn out. I too was a bit worn but could have been persuaded to go another round or two if necessary.