Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 26

The King looked down at me and reminded me that the Kanatae ritual was for the military only. Then he asked me if I were a member of the army of Kreet as well as a translator.

I felt like I was about to commit public suicide when I replied, "yes your Majesty."

State your rank and position the King commanded.

Captain Kitty, Commander, of the Kreetin First Cavalry I replied.

Calvary he asked... the word was foreign to him and he asked me to explain.

I used the term "horse soldiers" to keep it simple and as soon as I mentioned the word "horse", he knew exactly what I meant. I could see a look of distain cross his face for a few seconds as it sunk in that I was the commander of one of the units that gave his army such grief.

I could also see in my mind the Ishtan soldiers lining up to challenge me. The King interrupted my musings when he asked if there was someone here that I would like to challenge.

It did not take me long to look around and blurt out, "Lieutenant Imma."

A loud cheer went up as Imma stepped forward. She smiled widely then looked me in the eye as she stripped off her tunic and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this little Captain?"

Lets have some fun I replied as I loosened my silk shirt and slipped it off.

I handed my shirt to Kenna then slipped out of my silk pants as well. Better not ruin these I said as I handed them to Kenna as well.

Be careful that she does not ruin you, Kenna teased.

When I looked back at Imma she was wearing only a loincloth, and I was clad only in a tiny white pair of panties. As I looked her over I realized that as intimidating as she looked in uniform, she was even more intimidating out of uniform as I looked over here nearly naked body. Her dark skin accentuated the toned muscles that lay just under its surface. She was about six inches or so taller than me and perhaps outweighed me by a good fifty or sixty pounds given all of that muscle she was sporting. Her facial features were a bit weathered, and there were a few grey strands visible in her long black hair, but that was to be expected of a professional soldier in her middle thirties.

The members of her unit were the ones cheering the loudest for her and I knew that I would be fighting the crowd as well as Imma. I did however perk up a bit when I heard Kenna cheering for me, which brought a laugh and a smile from her older sister Imma.

I met Imma in the center of the human circle and the crowd went silent. I bowed to her slightly out of respect and she returned the gesture. We both took a step back and readied ourselves.

The King gave the command to begin and just as I turned my attention to Imma I heard a familiar voice shout out, "Be careful Kitty!"

I looked up in the direction of the voice and there in all her splendor stood Shilka in a flowing white dress and golden collar standing behind the King. Unfortunately Shilka's distraction lasted just long enough for Imma to reach out and grab my arm and use it to quickly leverage me over her hip to the ground.

I bounced on my butt as I hit the ground and that jarred me back to reality. As the crowd cheered I put any thoughts of Shilka out of my head and concentrated on the task at hand. Imma was still holding onto my arm and was pulling on it in an attempt to lift me back up to my feet. As she pulled I went dead weight in her grip and swiveled on my butt and drove the shin of my right leg into the back of her knees which caused them to buckle forward throwing her off balance.

As her grip loosened on my arm I grasped on to her wrist and pulled. With her being off balance she tumbled to the ground beside me. We looked at each other then scrambled to our feet. Being smaller and faster I was able to get to my feet first and got ready for her. As soon as she was about to stand upright I moved in quickly and hooked my right arm under her left, swiveled my hip in against her then bent forward and leveraged her over my hip tossing her to the ground in a manner similar to the way she tossed me earlier. When she hit butt first her body jarred from the impact.

As I watched her slap the dirt with her right hand and push herself up I knew that I would have to be quick and try to keep her off balance if I was to have any chance in this match. She got up much quicker this time and I think she expected me to move at her so she did not stand up fully. She was still slightly bent over as she lunged at me in an attempt to slam her shoulder into my torso to tackle me, but I was too fast for that and side stepped her charge then as she thundered toward me and unable to change course, I raised my knee up sharply into her tummy as she passed by.

Imma clutched her stomach as she dropped to one knee and for a second I was pleased with myself but should have realized that it was going to take more than running into a knee to dent her well-defined abs. I quickly found myself falling backwards as her hands gripped my legs at the back of each knee and pulled forward. Once again I landed on my butt with a thud. As my small firm breasts jiggled from the impact Imma lunged and attempted to land on top of me. I was able to twist away from her and bring my legs up on either side of her head.

I clamped my legs together with my thighs on either side of her head and locked my ankles together scissoring her neck. I began to squeeze as hard as my legs would allow and was making some progress against her until she pushed herself up to her knees. I struggled to keep her head between my legs as she began to twist me over until my chest was pressed against the ground. Once she got me into position she slammed her fist into the center of my lower back and my hold on her began to loosen. A second and third blow hit my back and my legs were easily pealed apart allowing her to escape my scissors.

My back ached as I tried to roll away from her and I thought I had made it when I felt her fingers twist into my hair and pull sharply. As I was pulled close to her I felt her balled up fist ram into my tummy forcing me to bend over. As I struggled for breath Imma pulled me toward her, and soon I felt her full firm breasts pressing against my back while her free arm moved under my chin to tighten against my throat.

I was struggling to breathe from the blow to my tummy and now her bent arm was cutting off my oxygen supply. As she worked against my struggles to secure her hold from behind I bent my right arm and sent my elbow flying backwards into her ribs. As my elbow impacted against her I felt her grip weaken just a bit so I did it again, then again.

As her grip released I attempted to give her another shot but she had leaned forward and as I moved away my last elbow caught her in the side of the face near her eye. I felt bad about hitting her face as it was not my intention but it did stun her a bit and bought me some time to put some distance between us. Unfortunately I did not get far enough away from her as her fingers caught hold of my long hair and pulled me back toward her.

As she pulled I twisted and sat down and turned my left side toward the ground then pulled my right foot back and kicked out as hard as I could and landed the heel of my foot against her left breast, mashing the firm dark orb against her ribcage.

Her grip on my hair was released and her hand moved to comfort her crushed orb. I was free of her grasp and was able to get to my knees and swing around behind her. With much difficulty I latched onto her free arm and was able to pull it behind her back. As I gripped her wrist I pushed as hard as I could, pushing her arm up toward her shoulder. As I held and pushed her arm with my left hand I circled my arm around her throat as she had done to me earlier and I pulled backwards, giving me more leverage on her arm as I struggled to push it up her back toward her shoulder.

I finally felt that I was getting the upper hand in this battle as I had the hammerlock applied to her arm and I had one of my arms pulling against the front of her throat. That was until she began to stand up. I did my best to keep my weight against her in an attempt to make her exert herself more, but in the end she was able to get to her knees, then get her legs under her. I held on tightly and even though I had cut off her oxygen supply for a few seconds, she was still able to stand. Once she was on her feet she reached back with her free arm and grabbed on to my hair close to my scalp. She held on tightly then snapped forward, bending rapidly and dropping down to one knee and once again I was sailing through the air having been tossed over her shoulder like a sack of flour.

As I landed on my backside, well more my lower back than my backside I came to the realization that had this been a fight for my life things would be different. It was difficult trying to attack and counter attack when I was limited as to what I could do. I think Imma was having such thoughts too as at times our movements were cautious and calculated. Though I moved fast, and was faster than she was, I was just not doing enough damage to that muscle armored body of hers. I thought I could wear her down with my speed but she was not wearing down as fast as I was, which was evident when she got to me again before I could get up.

As I got to my knees she was already standing over me and dragged me up by my hair, which made me begin to think that it just might be time for this Kitty to get her hair cut. I tried to quickly turn toward her but as I got to my feet her knee was rammed into the small of my back, which had just bounced off the packed dirt. My back exploded in pain and my right hand quickly shot to my back in an effort to massage away the pain.

It was then that she spun me around to face her, and like twin pythons her long dark arms circled my slender waist until her hands met behind me. Her muscles bulged as her drew me in against her body and stood up straight. Given our size difference that left my feet dangling a few inches off the ground. With clenched fists grinding against my injured lower back she squeezed hard and intensified the pain that I was feeling. As my feet dangled off the ground and my chest was pressed tightly against hers, I felt it more and more difficult to breathe and moved my hands toward her chin and did my best to extend my arms and push back. At the same time I wrapped my legs around her hips and squeezed. I was not squeezing her to cause her discomfort, as I was not in a good position to do that. My goal was to try to take some of the pressure off my lower back, and I was able to gain some relief for a few short minutes.

This only caused her to squeeze harder and begin to bounce, which only aggravated the pain that was spreading through my back, but the bouncing was also having a secondary effect as my small firm breasts were rubbing against her full brown orbs with each bounce. Sadly to say that while my back was being abused, my breasts and nipples rubbing against hers had me becoming quite aroused.

It was now impossible for me to breathe and I was beginning to feel light headed. I continued to do my best to struggle against her hold but this was a losing effort. I could have attacked her throat, eyes, or ears but this was a contest, not a death match and Imma at best was a kindred spirit. I was in a bad way but was not ready to surrender just yet, and though I knew I would hate myself for doing this later, I moved my hands away from her chin and spread my arms wide open. I flattened out my hands then brought them together on either side of Imma's head, the palms of my open hands slapped hard against her ears.

I am not sure that she had ever had this happen to her before but I got the result I was looking for. Her arms released me and her hands moved immediately to her ears. Once freed from her crushing grip I dropped to my knees and my hand went to my back. My chest was expanding and contracting rapidly as I struggled to fill my lungs with air.

I guess I had rung her bell quite well as it took her a minute or two to return her focus to me. I was grateful for the time that I had but it was not nearly enough and soon Imma was moving toward me. By the time I had noticed her she was nearly within reach and I had no time to get to my feet. I steadied myself and prepared and as soon as her hands were reaching once again for my long dark hair I lashed out with my right fist and sent it streaking upward into her abs. My knuckles impacted her tight abs and she stopped in her tracks. I was not sure that I could do so much damage to her torso, but I decided to follow up and sent my left fist flying and aimed for the same mark. My fist impacted just a split second before her hand got in the way. She staggered backwards holding her stomach and this gave me the time I needed to get to my feet and stalk after her.

I moved toward her as quickly as I could while she was a few feet away and slightly bent over favoring her abs. When I got close enough to her she straightened up a bit then lashed out with her fist and attempted to send an uppercut to my exposed ribs, but I was ready for that sort of thing and leaned to my left away from her fist then swiveled on my left foot as I brought my right leg up toward her chest. She had seen my leg coming toward her but there was not much she could do as she was still off balance as she followed through with her punch. My shin connected with her chest and impacted across both breasts flattening both large orbs against the bones underneath.

The kick to her chest appeared to have knocked the wind out of her as she stumbled back clutching her chest with her thick arm stretched it guarding her breasts. Seeing an opportunity I moved in for the kill, but unfortunately she was not as winded as I had thought. As I got close to her in an attempt to attack her upper chest with my knee she slipped her left hand between my legs then latched on to my throat with the other. It was fairly easy for her to lift my slender form up high over her head. I was caught off guard and my mind raced for a counter but there was none as she held me high over her head. The crowd began to cheer loudly for their Lieutenant because they like I knew that there was only one place for me to go from here.

I was waiting for her to toss me face first to the ground and was prepared to break my fall with my arms but she had other plans. As I began to fall she kept a tight hold on me and dropped down to one knee, as I descended she turned me around so that I was falling back first, and then using her strong arms and assisting the force of gravity she powered my already aching lower back into her bent knee.

I wanted to cry out in pain but my honor and my training would not allow that to happen. I bit down on my lower lip against the pain, and I bit down so hard that my lip began to bleed. I was expecting her to shove me off her knee to the ground where I had planned to roll away but instead she kept her grip on my throat and crotch and lifted me up once again. I knew what was coming but that did not lessen the pain or prepare me any differently than the first time. My back impacted again with her knee and once again I could feel my spine rattle.

I tried desperately to lash out with my hand and closed fist but her face and just about everything vital was out of range. Once again she picked me up and I had feared that she would drop me on her knee again but this time she let me down so that my feet touched the ground. As I tried to steady myself and stand I felt her arms wrap around me and pull me in tightly. Her knees were bent just like the last time and just like the last time, when she lifted me off the ground even more pressure was applied to my battered lower back. I tried to wrap my legs around her again but she would not allow it and began bouncing me over and over. My legs could find no purchase and the bouncing was causing the pain in my back to amplify.

As she squeezed the air out of my chest and compressed my spine there was no escape for me this time. I made a feeble attempt to slap at her ears again but she was able to bounce me really hard and stop my attempt. It was then that she stopped bouncing me and asked me in a commanding voice, "Do you yield?"

Which brought a quick reply of, "Yes! I yield!"

Her fellow soldiers burst into a loud cheer and I'm sure that the applause and shouts of congratulation for Imma were heard by the night watch on the castle walls.

Imma gently let me slide down her torso until my feet touched the ground, and once they did she supported me until I was able to get my wobbly legs to support me. It was at this point that Imma's sister Kenna came to assist me as well.

I shifted my weight to lean on Kenna then took Imma's right wrist in my hand and raised it high over her head, which brought an even louder cheer to the Ishtan army.

The King stood and the crowd went silent, then in a commanding voice declared Imma the winner by submission.

Imma and Kenna bowed and I followed suit. The King paused for a moment then added, "Captain Kitty, you fight well and bring honor to yourself and your unit."

I bowed once again to the King and replied, "Thank you your Majesty."

Imma, and I gathered up our clothing and with the assistance of Kenna we headed back to Kenna's tent. Along the way Imma asked me why I challenged her.

The best thing that I could think of in reply was to say that the Ishtan did not have a bathhouse and that I was bored.

This brought a laugh out of both Imma and Kenna.

Kenna suggested that instead of going to the tent that Imma and I should have a bath and suggested a dip in the river. She went on to say that someone in this trio smelled bad and that it was not her.

Imma and I got the hint and we agreed.