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Click hereRessa pick out a corner in what used to a bedroom to sleep in and remained clothed throughout the night. I used the wardrobe collar to strip off my clothing and transitioned to my feline form. I found a spot at the top of the stairs where I curled up with my head facing the stairs so I had a commanding view of the entrance and the kitchen area. I slept comfortably most of the night but was awakened several times by Ressa's stirrings. To put it politely, she rolled around a lot and from time to time she snored like a planetary shuttle during take off.
When morning came we both went to the well to drink and wash up. I left the house without clothing but Ressa seemed a bit more modest and chose to strip after we made the trek to the well. I tried to assure her that there was no one around to ogle her but she took no comfort in that and remained clothed as much as possible. This made me wonder how she functioned as a red dress wearing pleasure slave in service to San'Zal.
My guess now is that it was all a cover and she never really had to properly function in that role. Perhaps I would have been more suited to service our former owner and his so-called customers than the amply endowed Ressa. This whole line of thinking only served to remind me that it had been quite a while since this Kitty had a chance to purr if you know what I mean. I started thinking of forcing myself on Ressa or perhaps going out in search of a size compatible feline to scratch my itch, but on second though I was not in a great hurry to have some alien Tom sink his fangs into my shoulder and slice up my most delicate woman parts with his barb covered penis.
As we left our temporary residence and headed for the wide stone road we found the previous day, I began looking at Ressa and pondering her value as a sex partner as so far it seems like we were the only two sentient life forms on the island.
- COMMENTS
kitty_siamover 9 years agoAuthorThank you for your kind words on this story. I am happy that you are enjoying it and left me this comment.
Kitty has pretty much had enough of the Kreet and the Ishtan after she found out that she was exchanged for a common whore. Finding her way back to Kreet would have been difficult and there was no good way to get back there so she followed the trade winds and went where they led her.
The wardrobe collar is a wonderful thing and I so wish that I had one of those. It would make going through security at airports so much easier. Though the device does wonders with clothing and simple weapons like swords and bows, it is not capable of storing complex items like phase pistols, sub space communicators, disruptor rifles, or the ever popular AK-47. Ah, if only it were that easy for Kitty. ;)
Chapter 30 is awaiting approval. I suspect that they are a bit slower than normal around this time of year. The next chapter begins a major change in the direction of this story. Perhaps the gods my decide to smite my little Kitty. ;)
Thank you again for your comments,
- Kitty -
Anonymousover 9 years agoIt's a breath of fresh air, not knowing where a story is headed. Not in a million years would I have thought that Kitty would be on a deserted (maybe) island, looking for "gods" to scratch an itch. ;) I thought that once Kitty had escaped the Ishtan, she would have gone back to Kreet. But then again, why would she.
She's having a right action filled adventure, and it's making me knackered just thinking about all that she has gone through. :)
As Kitty has just about everything stored in her collar (including the kitchen sink), you'd think she would have made room for a spaceship. ;) Loving it and can't wait for chapter 30. :)
