Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 28

I smiled and kissed her nose then flicked my tongue out to lick her lips playfully. Kenna sat up and gently pushed me back as our kiss continued and deepened until suddenly I felt a sharp tug on my hair that separated my lips from hers. I loud yelp escaped my lips as my head was repositioned. Another sharp tug on my hair opened my mouth and just as I was about to verbally protest a large dark piece of princely meat was thrust into my mouth. He pushed in hard and fast and I was not prepared for this oral violation. I did my best to try to quickly adjust to his size, but he started thrusting too hard and fast and I found it difficult to catch up to his rhythm. He was close to cumming from his time with Shilka and as he pushed himself into my mouth over and over I could taste the nectar of her orgasms on his thick pole.

As I gained control of myself and fought off the urge to bite down hard, I moved my hand up to grip the exposed portion of his manhood and began to stroke it quickly. My stroking also acted as a buffer to keep him from slamming full on into the back of my throat. It did not take long before he was filling my mouth with his thick salty seed. I closed my lips tightly around him to create a seal as I swallowed quickly as my mouth was filled over and over with his princely gift.

He continued to use my mouth to empty his heavy sack and once the last few drops were expelled into my mouth he continued thrusting for a few more minutes before his manhood began to wilt. While things had settled down a bit I was able to glance out of the corner of my eye to see that one the princes had grabbed a hold of Kenna and had his meat stuffed in her mouth as well. I guess that the princes had had enough of the now comatose Shilka and decided to finish themselves off in the two of us. I would have gladly played with them, all they had to do was call me over, but then being taken by surprise was a bit exciting for me.

Kenna was doing her best to keep up with her thrusting Prince and she was doing quite well at it. As the Kenna's Prince was ready to finish he pulled out quickly and aimed the first thick blast at her pretty face. The first thick rope of cum spattered across her nose and cheeks, and she tried hard to open her mouth and catch the second blast but the Prince would have none of that. He continued to avoid her open mouth and blasted several shots over her face, and forehead. When her face was completely covered he took aim at her breasts and shot the last few white globs across her chest. After the last fading blasts the Prince used his grip on Kenna's soft black hair to slide his shaft back into her mouth, and as my own hair was tugged and my face forcefully turned away from Kenna, I hear her Prince command her, "Clean me up girl!"

My Prince continued to pull me by the hair and I was starting to get slightly pissed but did not strike out as these men were the Princes of Ishtan and was not prepared to be the only Asian looking fugitive in a land populated with only people with dark colored skin. I doubt that any of these three royals had reached the age of twenty, and being the young men that they were had plenty of youthful seed to sew given the number of times that they had already shot their seed into and over Shilka.

I was dragged by my hair over to Shilka. The last Prince had a hold of Shilka's legs and had them bent at the knees and pushed up in a manner that her legs were pressing against her large firm breasts to the point that they were pillowed out against her chest. As the Prince held her legs he was roughly slamming his meat deep into her well-exposed womanhood. I could tell he was hitting bottom, as a portion of his exposed shaft would bend slightly on every down stroke. From time to time I could see him pulling out almost all the way before sliding quickly back in and from what I could see he was about as long as my forearm and quite thick. I knew that if Shilka were still conscious she would be screaming in pain from the pounding she was receiving from this massive member. I suspected as I watched her continued violation that she had to have received some internal damage from the sexual abuse she was taking.

My Prince was still holding onto my hair and making me watch Shilka's violation, and when her final violator was close to the end my Prince commanded me to open my mouth and I did as commanded.

As the thrusting Prince's grunts grew louder he pulled himself from Shilka and slid his head into my awaiting mouth just in time for the first powerful eruption. He did not push in deep, but pushed in enough to fill my mouth. His first blast was strong enough to feel like a finger poking me in the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly and prepared myself for the second jet, which came quickly. I closed my lips around him as he continued to cum, and as I swallowed the Prince wrapped his hand around his pole and stroked himself off in my mouth. I attempted to move my hand to assist him but my hand was swatted away with the warning, "Never touch me girl!" I took the warning seriously and let him finish on his own.

When all three Princes were thoroughly drained they took Kenna and I into the washing side of the bathing facility and instructed us to clean them, and of course we did as we were commanded to do. During the sponge bath we gave the Princes I was still quite unsatisfied sexually and I did my best during the washing to try to get one or more of the massively hung Princes excited enough to take sexual advantage of this delicate Asian girl, but my best efforts were wasted on this bunch as their time with Shilka had drained them totally.

The Princes retired to the clean water side of the bathing pool and were soaking in the warm water and comparing notes on their adventure with Shilka, who by the way was still well out of it as she lay unconscious by the poolside. The Princes gave us our leave to wash up ourselves then instructed us to tend to Shilka. She was just starting to come around when we made our way to her and tried to assist her to sit. Once we got her into a sitting position she started to regain her senses and realized what had happened. She started crying openly and did her best to push Kenna and I away but we did not give up and kept assisting her until we were able to coax her to stand and enter the water with us. She resisted us some and resisted me even more than she did Kenna. I guess she was not going to get over my killing her uncle any time in the near future.

We got her cleaned up enough to take her into the soaking side of the pool to join her Princes as commanded. She was still pretty groggy and out of it but the Princes assured us that they would take good care of their property. We kept the Princes company for as long as they would permit us to stay, but when others began arriving at the pool area we were dismissed. As we exited the pool we drew the attention of several men that had come in with Prince Nassak. One of the older gentlemen with reddish blonde hair stopped and took an extended look at my wet naked form and as I gave a look back at his naked form, I could see he was becoming aroused which he did not try to hide.

I tried to turn around to return to the pool but Kenna took me by the hand and said that we had to leave.

Sadly I agreed with her but still wanted to stay and play with the newly arrived naked men.

Kenna was a bit upset about the way that the princes used her and me, not so much for herself but that a political hostage such as my self was disrespected in that way.

I tried to assure her that I did not feel disrespected and then joked that I could have been voluntarily disrespected a bit more. She did not laugh as I thought she would and I realized that she was deeply disturbed by what had happened. I wanted to explain to her that I was a sexual creature and that a strong sex drive was bred into me but I knew she would never understand the genetics and such so I did not go into detail on this. I just assured her that I was not harmed by what had just happened.

I tried to keep the discussion going on our way back to our quarters but there were people gathered in the pleasure room and she said we should not discuss this in the presence of others as the topic of discussion involved the Royal family and their behavior.

I was not sure why there was a need for secrecy but I went along with my friend's wishes and instincts on this matter. When we entered our common room she locked the door then led me into her bedroom. I thought we were going to continue where we left off in the bathing pool but her mood for that sort of thing had passed. She began a tirade about the treatment that we had received at the hands of the Princes and said that they were wrong in treating me that way.

I asked if she was upset about the treatment that she had received but she stated that she was not upset about that and actually wanted more from the princes.

I confessed that I would have liked more as well and we had a short laugh about our mutually expressed sexual interest in the Princes. I did have to be honest with Kenna and told her that I doubt that my body could take as much abuse as Shilka did and the monstrous princely tools would probably damage me severely.

Kenna agreed and believed that she being Ishtan, she was able to adjust to the size of the Ishtan men and would fare better in such a situation but would still experience some pain if she were to take on three such massive men at the same time.

When the evening came I decided to skip dinner but Kenna was hungry and she left to join her fellow scribes for dinner. I guess I had swallowed more protein today than she had, and she laughed as I joked with her about this as she left the room. I spent my time alone playing with my wardrobe collar and PDA. I adjusted some of my outfit combinations to fit in better with the Ishtan culture. Where the Kreet preferred white linen dresses, the Ishtan wore a similar design but the colors were mostly dark browns and tans. Some of their dresses and skirts were leather or another similar animal hide, and others were made of linen. There were even a few that I had seen on the less affluent women that appeared to be made of a fabric similar to burlap which to me seemed barbaric.

I was lost in my wardrobe maintenance when the unlocked door opened abruptly. I had expected Kenna, but instead it was several Royal guards that entered first followed by Prince Nassak. He was the senior Prince and was next in line for the Ishtan throne. He took care of the more mundane things that the King choose not to deal with, and this is what brought him to my quarters with his guards and the older gentleman who ogled me so openly at the bathing pool.

The Prince introduced his guest as Zor San'Zal a trader from the land of Cassani.

UT latched onto the word "Zor" and roughly translated the word to mean, "Baron" in Earth English so I introduced myself and when he offered his hand I took it in mine and kissed it softly. I was not sure if this was proper but I remembered my lesson at the academy that suggested that if a hand is offered, that it was proper for a woman to kiss it in submission. I followed my teachings and was rewarded by a smile from the Prince's guest.

Prince Nassak interrupted the pleasantries and asked me to sit down as the news that he brought to me was not going to be pleasant. I sat as commanded and listened. The Prince and his guest moved closer to me and towered over me as I took a seat on the bed. The Prince started off by telling me that the army of Kreet has sealed the passage between Na'Tal and their country, which makes it impossible for commerce, or communication between the two countries. The Kreet soldiers created an avalanche that has blocked the pass and given the height of the mountains dividing the two countries, the pass between the mountains was the only way to go from Kreet to Na'Tal.

I nodded to the Prince and tried to figure out what this had to do with me.

The Prince went on and described how the Kreetin army waited until all the Ishtan were out of Kreet before sealing the boarder between the two countries.

Again I nodded but could not see where this was going.

And then the bomb was dropped when the Prince explained that now that there was no longer any communication possible with Kreet, there was no need for them to keep me as a hostage.

This is when I sheepishly asked if I was being released.

No, the Prince responded. Not released, sold.

What? I blurted out.

The Prince understood my being alarmed but demanded silence after my outburst. He then explained that there was no need to keep me because there was no way for the Kreet to know if I was alive or dead. Also since the passage between Kreet and Na'Tal was blocked, there was no way for either country to threaten the other.

What about the Princess that was traded for me? I asked.

The Prince and the Baron laughed before he explained that she was not a princess. She was merely a camp girl, a common harlot that followed the soldiers and staffed the comfort tents.

So I was traded for a whore?

Correct, said the Prince.

I was becoming quite pissed off now, and I sternly asked, so what happens to me now?

Prince Nassak curtly informed me that I was now the property of Zor San'Zal.

I could feel my heart skip a beat upon hearing this news. The Prince kept talking but my ears were closed to his words as I considered what would happen to me next. My new owner interrupted my musings after a few minutes as he tossed a tiny red linen dress onto the bed along with a sturdy red leather collar.

Zor San'Zal spoke up and complimented me on my beauty, firm breasts and exotic skin tone.

I sadly thanked him and kept my eyes turned down toward the floor.

He stepped closer and with his finger under my chin he lifted my face to look upon his. Kitty he said, of all the girls that I own, you are to be my prized girl. He confessed that when he first noticed me in the bathhouse he wanted me badly and would pay any price to have me. He admitted that he was drawn to my small firm breasts, hairless little kitty as well as my long silky black hair. He went on to say that he had never seen a woman before with all of these qualities.

I softly thanked him for his kind words and kept my eyes fixed on his as I tried to understand the man that had just purchased me. He was an older man, perhaps in his late forties. He was shorter than the Ishtan and the Kreet but taller than I was. He bore a bit of weight around his belly and his cheeks were slightly chubby. His hair was long and landed a few inches below his shoulders and was a reddish blonde in color. He was the first person that I had seen here with reddish hair and green eyes. I thought to myself that perhaps if he would shed a few pounds he would be an attractive man like Lord Tausin.

My thoughts were interrupted when he spoke up and asked, "Do you understand?"

Which of course I did not because I had not heard a word he had said, and when I asked him to repeat his words I was rewarded with a backhanded slap across my left cheek. Now angered he told me that I was to stay in this room under guard and that in the morning he would come for me and I was expected to be wearing ONLY the dress and collar that he had placed on the bed for me.

Sadly I looked up and nodded, my cheek tinged pink where I was slapped only moments ago.

After he was gone the guards removed the latch on my side of the door and installed it on the outside. Six guards remained in the common area to guard me over night. The door was made of a heavy wood similar to oak and was about three inches thick. There was no way I was going to get out that door tonight.

As I lay awake in my bed, perhaps for the last night I pondered all that had happened during the day and wondered where Kenna was and hoped that she was safe. I thought about my new owner and what his plans were for me. Of course if it was just sex, hey that is what I was designed for and could handle that easily enough. My thoughts turned to escape but that was not an option at the moment. Of course I could try it in feline form but still I was in a castle secured by the Ishtan and either in feline or human form, I would have to single handedly make my way through the bulk of the Isthan army to get outside the castle walls. Of greater concern to me was what I would do once I got outside the castle. The passage to Kreet was blocked and even in feline form I could not cross those high mountains. I finally settled on going along with my new owner and making my escape once we were outside the castle walls or when the odds of escape were better in my favor.

In the morning I put my hair up and donned the red dress. I adjusted my wardrobe collar to match the collar I was given, and then I carefully saved my new outfit for future use. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and modeled the garment for myself. It had a low collar and was form fitting and came down to about the middle of my thigh and was just long enough to cover anything vital when I sat, walked or kneeled. My new owner arrived shortly after sunrise with one of his girls following close behind him. When they entered the room he introduced her as Ressa his senior girl and suggested that I follow closely as she prepares me for my new life with him.

Ressa was in her late twenties and had long reddish blonde hair like my owner except without the streaks of grey. She was dressed in a simple low cut red dress and wore a collar similar to mine. Both of our collars bore our owner's crest and initials, but hers also had a set of chevrons carved into the red leather, which indicated her position as senior. Ressa was a little taller than I was by an inch or so and was full figured. As she walked she kept her back arched, which accentuated her ample breasts as they were displayed proudly by her low cut red dress. She wore no bra so with every step she would take, her abundant assets would jiggle causing even the casual observer to focus their attention on her chest and her thick round nipples looking like small strawberries through the thin fabric of her dress.

After we were introduced San'Zal instructed me to pay close attention to the teaching of his first girl as my health and welfare depended on how well I follow orders. As he left we were told that he had an important meeting to attend and that he would be back in the afternoon and trusted that I would use this time to learn my place as one of his girls.

After our owner left, Ressa circled around me like a sergeant inspecting one of her troops. She pulled the metal pegs out of my hair and my long black hair fell quickly down my back until they ends were almost touching my small firm butt. She let out a sigh as she inspected my hair with her fingers, then for some unknown reason she gave my hair a sharp yank that bent my head back sharply. This did not set well with me and I let out a sharp sigh of displeasure.

She heard my sigh and asked if there was a problem.

Not wanting to anger the new owners on my first day I told her that there was no problem.

The inspection continued and she ordered me out of my red dress. I was not sure where this was going but I quickly complied and slipped the dress off over my head and tossed it on the bed.

She cautioned me about throwing around our Master's possessions as she looked at me and then to the dress on the bed. She picked up the dress and folded it in three sections then laid it lovingly on the bed with respect.

She looked at me and I nodded then apologized. I was beginning to feel like it was my first day back at the academy.

She left the dress then returned to circle around my now naked body. She poked and prodded at my tummy with her finger and when she poked she found that my abs were solid and would not dent. She ran her fingers down the side of my chest and felt my ribs under my skin. She poked and slapped at my firm little butt then came around to face me. Her hands reached up and cupped my small firm breasts and squeezed them tightly. I thought she was going to start to make out with me when she shook her head and exclaimed, "Totally unacceptable!"