Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 40

My work on the manuscript went on for a few hours until my keen feline sense of smell detected the approach of several foul smelling individuals. I could tell immediately by their stench that they were not from this village or any of the neighboring villages as cleanliness was very important to the Pa'u people that I had met so far. Without opening my eyes I could now tell that there were three of them and that they were male. The smell of testosterone was just as powerful as the smell of rum and sweat, and the odor grew more powerful the closer they came to me. I sensed that they had stopped moving and were standing about three yards or so in front of me.

The men split up and made their way around the shrine looking for the Temple Cat that had assaulted their Captain. They were not out for revenge as they had been sent by their Captain's boss to bring the cat back to their village. It was thought that by keeping a Temple Cat the village would prosper. Of course the Temple Cat being magical creatures that they are sometimes can be hard to find and not quite where you think that they should be. Once their search was complete they returned to the altar area and began to discuss what they would do next, and their discussion was held in a manner that assumed that I was totally def.

It was at this point that I applied a bookmark to the scanned text that I was working on and properly closed the storage files. I opened my eyes to see three dreadfully filthy louts in front of me that looked like they were the dregs of whichever navy that they belonged to. They wore some sort of shabby brown uniforms that appeared to have needed a good cleaning about three months ago, and of course this was the main reason that their stench announced their presence long before they got to the top of the shrine's steps. Perhaps one of their sergeants or commanders should have instructed them to approach their prey from a direction opposite the wind.

They were all armed with antique weapons forged of iron, which was unusual as the villagers and travelers that I had met so far had no need for military weapons. Two of the men had short swords that had blades mottled with rust and the edges were in need of a sharpening stone. The third man held a pike with an iron blade affixed crudely to the tip of a wooden shaft. I guessed that whom ever repaired the pike for this man was not a craftsman that took pride in his or her work.

It appears that from their continuing conversation that they had searched the village shops and found nothing. They had asked the villagers but they only confirmed that it had been a while since the Temple Cat was seen in the village. They made many references to me being the Priestess of the shrine and discussed how much gold a Priestess would fetch on the slave market. Their goal of taking me back to their ship was set aside when the conversation turned to the three of them needing some female companionship for the night. This is also when they decided that I would be their little play thing for the night whether I was willing or not and that in the morning they would force the location of the Temple Cat out of me.

They discussed my breasts, legs, and body in detail and each took turns bragging about what they were going to do to me. They were even so bold as to engage in a game similar to "Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock" to see who would be the first to penetrate me. They were so engrossed in their planning of my impending rape that they did not notice that my eyes were open and that I had gotten to my feet.

I was standing before them wearing my usual plain white silk sari that was wrapped around me in a way that left my right arm and shoulder bare, but covered the rest of my body loosely from the chest down to my ankles. My hair was pinned up on top of my head and my feet were bare, as I totally looked the part of the virginal priestess, at least in their eyes. I guess in all honesty with the sexual experiences that I have had, the sari should have had a big black and red sash and perhaps a scarlet letter "A" somewhere over my left breast. Ah but these louts were interested in taking a virgin so I let them have their fantasy as they discussed my fate until I cleared my throat and sternly chastised them.

I could not help being a bit bitchy as I whined that they were standing on sacred ground and that they should remove their boots as they brought great dishonor to this shrine.

The man that appeared to be the leader of the group verbally shot back that I should remove my clothing so that they may dishonor me and the shrine properly. Of course this brought a round of drunken laughter from his two cohorts.

I shook my head and moved my hands to my hips and stared at them as if I was waiting for them to remove their footwear and show proper respect. I knew that they would never comply but I was enjoying myself so that was all that mattered.

The men looked at me then looked at each other before they began taunting me with descriptions as to what they planned to do to me and how I would be begging them for more. They were saying that it would be easier on me if I were to cooperate and vowed to hurt me terribly if I did not. Of course I was not afraid of them, but obviously I was not going to give them what they wanted. There was no way I was going to let these unwashed minions lay a hand on me.

In unison they took a few steps toward me and as they did I moved back an equal number of steps and then put my hand up to signal them to stop. I was quite surprised when they halted their advance.

As they stood there watching me, my hand moved gracefully to the top silk band of my sari, and within a few seconds my hands began unspooling the garment from around my body. I turned and twisted as if dancing to entice them as I slowly and teasingly bared my left shoulder, then my breasts, my tummy, and then finally I let the silk fabric slip through my fingers and fall to the highly polished shrine floor.

I continued to sway softly as if dancing to a song that only I could hear as I bared myself before the men. This had them all leering and one of them was actually drooling as his eyes feasted on my little hairless kitty. The drooling man was the first to make a move toward me and as he took a step, I danced backward a step and once again brought my hand up in front of me signaling him to stop. He did not stop but advanced slowly as he tucked his sword into its scabbard and began to unbutton his trousers.

While watching the first sailor as he unbuttoned his trousers, I moved my eyes up his body until my eyes met his and once I made eye contact and had his full attention I moved my hands behind my head to undo my hair. I arched my back to accentuate my firm orange sized breasts as I pulled the steel pin from my hair. As the pin came free I shook my head sensually to let my long shiny black hair cascade down my back and come to rest just above the curve of my pert little butt.

I could see all three men looking at me with lust but it was the man with the unbuttoned trousers that made the first move. He reached inside his trousers and pulled out his manhood. From the equipment that I have seen on men of this village, he was average at best and not that impressive. Once he freed himself he extended his arms in front of him as if to grab me and made clumsy a move toward me. As he took his first step toward me, my hand holding the steel pin shot forward, my fingers parted to allow pin fly toward the approaching man. The five inch long pin struck the man in the center of his throat and slipped in deep enough that only the last two inches were visible above spot where his life blood was now flowing from. His hands gripped his throat and a pitiful gurgling sound passed through his lips as he sunk to his knees. He coughed several times which increased the flow of blood from his open throat and caused a trickle of blood to begin flowing from the right corner of his mouth.

He began to expire on the floor between me and my other two would be rapists, I looked at them and sternly chided, "I am a Priestess of the shrine, I do not bed common drunkards!"

I knew that would spur them into action and I was correct. The man with the pike gripped his weapon with both hands and with total disregard for their plan to bring me back unharmed, aimed the business end of his weapon at my chest charged. I met his charge with empty hands and as he drew near with his weapon pointed at my right breast I sidestepped and extended my foot and kicked at his ankles. As he stumbled past me I delivered and open handed chop to his back between the shoulders that caused him to tumble forward and land in a heap on the floor behind me.

I quickly turned my attention to the third man who by now had drawn his sword and was moving toward me with his blade held high over his head. He took a wild swing at me with his blade but it was a well-telegraphed move and I was able to easily dodge his swing by taking a step backwards and twisting sideway to present a smaller target to him. This prompted him to pull back his sword and come at me again, this time thrusting his blade toward my bare tummy. As his arm came forward I took hold of his wrist with both hands and swung my right leg up between his legs, punting the top of my bare foot squarely into the center of that which makes him a male.

He dropped his sword but before the rusty weapon hit the ground I caught the handle in my right hand then turned to face the pike man behind me who by now had regained his footing and was advancing toward me with his weapon aimed for my heart. This man was not the sharpest knife in the drawer as he made the same mistake with his second charge as he did with his first. It was easy enough for me to redirect the point of his blade with my left hand and aim the business end of his spear toward his comrade who was still kneeling on the floor caressing his painful man sack.

The full eight inches of the iron blade sunk into his chest. His arms flailed several times before he attempted to pull the blade out. His attempts to dislodge the blade failed as he slumped to the floor where is miserable life ended. The pike man abandoned his grip on his weapon's pole and turned angrily to face me. He quickly lunged toward me and as he did I took the iron sword in both hands and with a tight grip on the handle I swung it at my lunging attacker. The blade caught him in the center of the throat and cleaved out a large section of flesh and muscle between his chin and Adam's apple. The blood began to gush from the wound as he did his best to stuff the avulsed flesh back into place, but unfortunately for him, his larynx had been destroyed by the heavy blade and in a few seconds he was laying dead next to his fellow henchmen.

I took stock of my handiwork as I paced slowly around the fallen men. Without a sound or a bit of remorse I tossed the sword onto the chest of one of the fallen men picked up my sari and redressed myself. Calmly I walked over to a caldron of water near the altar and washed my hands, then went back to the base of the alter. Once again I arranged myself on the polished floor in the Lotus position where I resumed my "meditation" by opening my work files and returning to my translation project.

I spent the night translating Enoch's words and at first sunlight the villagers assigned as caretakers for the week arrived to extinguish the lamps and caldrons that lit the shrine throughout the night. Several of the women gasped in horror when they observed my deceased attackers scattered about the floor around me. I knew I would have to answer questions as to what had happened but for now I continued my work and blocked out the noises and chatter that was going on behind me. For now I was a Priestess in meditation and none of the villagers would dare interrupt the prayers of a Priestess, even though she was not really praying.