Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 29

When dinner time came we would dine with the Captain and I found out that my cabin mate Ressa held the rank of Major with the Cassani Special Services which I was pleasantly surprised to find out, especially as easy as it was for me to take control of her when she tried to slap me. The food on the ship was good, and for the first few days at sea the meet was fresh, but then after that had ran out we were eating meat that had been preserved with salt and other herbs. It was much better than the awful porridge that the Ishtan were serving, that's for sure.

We had been at sea for about three weeks and Ressa and I had become better friends but her being a spy and all caused me to be very careful about letting her get too close. During those three weeks the question of my changing outfits often came up and I was prepared for that. I had retrieved my backpack from the wardrobe collar and kept it stashed in a corner behind a couple of heavy chests. I confessed to Ressa that during our mad dash for the docks I had grabbed the bag off of a cart that was being unloaded from one of the many ships we had passed. I had altered the backpack's appearance so that it appeared to be made of Kreetin canvas instead of a futuristic fabric that could not be found here in this backward era.

Nothing much happened during the first five weeks at sea, but I could feel that this kitty was coming close to her season and on several occasions I was tempted to run naked through the open bay where the sailors slept below decks. On occasion I even had thoughts of a sexual sneak attack on Ressa while she slept, though she had never given me any indication that she would appreciate the advances of another woman. Each day was an adventure where I was constantly locked in a struggle to maintain my composure and keep Kitty slut buried deep down in side. This was the struggle I was dealing with inside my over heated brain and loins as I was leaning against the railing of the ship watching the waves pass beneath the bow.

I was jarred out of my sexual musings when the lookout cried, "Land ahead!" This caused a few of the sailors and the officer of the deck to move to the railing near me to peer out over the waves to the tiny spit of land off in the distance. I knew it was too early for us to be arriving at Cassani, so I enquired of the First Officer if we were ahead of schedule.

He replied in the negative, which caused me to ask if we would be making a stop soon. I was hoping that we would be as it would have felt so good to have dry land under my feet if even for a few hours.

No, we will not be stopping there he said.

The officer of the deck joined in and added that we were approaching Rontara, the Island of the Gods, and that it is forbidden to land there.

Right, said the First Officer as he volunteered that to land upon that island means certain death.

I felt that I was watching a very badly written stage play when the officer of the deck added that no one that has walked the island of Rontara has ever returned.

I once heard someone say that curiosity killed the cat and all this talk of gods and death had aroused my curiosity. Usually behind every myth or legend such as this there is a rational explanation and this got my mind to thinking about something other than sex. Once my mental wheels were in motion, all sorts of thoughts ran through my brain. I was not one to believe in gods, ghosts, demons, or evil spirits so jumping ship became a real possibility, and that possibility became closer to reality when the First Officer ordered a course correction that would have us skirting the coast of Rontara and keeping about a mile or so out to sea as we passed by.

The two officers kept on talking in turn about the legend of Rontara, but my mind was occupied trying to calculate by sight the time that our ship would be close enough to the island for me to swim the distance to the shore. My best guess was that we would be closest to the shore shortly after dark which would work out well for me, but it was unfortunate that this planet had three moons and there was always one of them shining brightly in the night sky.

The rest of the daylight hours were spent pondering my fate once I reached the island. Also of concern was that I had never crossed such a deep stretch of water and did not know what sort of creatures might lay in wait for me once I dove over the side. I thought of my peaceful little swim the day that I had met Shilka but that was in the shallow costal waters, not the deep blue water we were crossing today.

Ressa had been spending a lot of time with the ship's Captain lately and I was not sure if it was for pleasure or for business, but either way it gave me time to pack up my backpack and secure my belongings in digitized form in my wardrobe collar. I was even able to acquire a hammock and a blanket to add to my digitized collection. I figured that such comfort items might come in handy should I decide to do the big nasty with one of the muscular gods living on the forbidden island. Of course that thought brought a smile to my face and a warm flash through my needy lady parts.

It was close to nightfall when I went out on deck all ready for my swim to freedom, well I hoped that it would be freedom. At least one thing was for sure; I would be free of the Kreet, the Na'Tal, the Ishtan and the Cassani. As I sat with my little butt resting on the wooden railing at the rear of the ship's deck I watched the night watch come on duty. As the shift change occurred and the men who were relieved went off to dinner, the night watch set about lighting the torches that lit the deck of the ship. While no one was paying any attention to me, I slipped out of my clothing with the aid of the wardrobe collar, took a deep breath, shifted my weight and toppled over the railing into the water below.

I was not concerned about making a splash as the night crew had moved toward the front of the ship. The second I hit the water I dove down beneath the waves and swam as far as I could under water, then only surfaced for a few seconds once I had run out of air. That put me a good four minutes or so away from the ship and in the light of the moon I doubt that anyone could have seen me from the deck to sound the alarm.

I submerged under the water and swam for a few more minutes before surfacing. A quick look around with my night vision told me that no one had jumped in after me and that the ship was proceeding along its original course. I made the change to feline form thinking that if someone were looking out over the water from the deck, I would be less noticeable as a dark patch of wet fur.

I heard that most cats do not like the water but I had no problem with it, and I found that I was able to swim much faster with four paws than I could with two hands and two feet. I stayed in feline form for the rest of the journey and did not make the change back when my feet hit the sand of the beach. I thought that a jungle creature such as a panther would fit in much better than a naked Asian girl would if any of the so-called gods were watching.

I came ashore without incident and as my keen feline sense of smell sampled the air, there were no traces of human or animal life on the gentle breeze that blew along the shoreline. There were sounds a plenty but none that I could identify as threatening as most of the sounds were being made by tropical birds.

I shook off the water that had collected in my black fur from my swim. This was the first time that I had to shake off a large amount of water and I found that it felt good and did it several more times. The mile or so swim left me a bit drained and thought it best to take a short catnap, no pun intended. I climbed the nearest tree that had branches instead of coconuts and curled up close to the trunk of the tree on a sturdy branch. It did not take long for me to fall asleep.

Being on my own for the first time in almost a year was a wonderful thing, so wonderful that my catnap lasted until the sun was almost up. After a quick stretch and a look around from my perch in the tree I was ready to jump down when on the horizon I noticed a rowboat, and as it neared the shore I could see four men vigorously rowing while a buxom woman with reddish blonde hair sat on a bench seat in front of the rowers.

The little boat stopped about a hundred yards off shore and I could see the woman arguing with the men but they were animated in their refusal to give in to her demands, and though I tried to listen in on the conversation with my extra sensitive hearing, the sounds of the wind and the surf were drowning out their words. After about ten minutes or so the argument ended and one of the men tossed a rock tied to a rope off the side of the boat to anchor the small craft in place. The woman then slipped over the side of the boat and started moving toward the shore. She would swim when the waves came in then walk after the swell had passed. The men sat and watched as she came ashore. I imagined that the conversation the men had with the woman was about not angering the gods, and they elected to remain out to sea while the Ressa came to look for me.

This was the first time I had seen Ressa in anything but a red dress, but this day she was wearing brown trousers and a matching long sleeve shirt, and affixed to her waist with a leather belt was a crude sword. She carried her black leather knee high boots until she was out of the water, then she sat on a large piece of driftwood and slipped them on. There was no way that I was just going to walk up to her, surrender and be led back to the ship to be handed over to her spy masters when we got back to Cassani. I vowed that even if I was the only living humanoid on this island, I would rather live out my life here than return to the political circus that the nations of this planet put on and called diplomacy.

I allowed Ressa to dry off a bit and look around. I could see that she was looking for human footprints but only found the tracks of a few small critters and one very large black cat. As she made her way up the beach toward the low brush that connected the beach to a small clearing beyond, I jumped down from my tree and began stalking her. She seemed nervous as she moved about, constantly looking around and back over her shoulder. I suspect that she was expecting the great Vorlon God Voogie to pop out and make a snack of her flesh at any moment.

Ressa drew her sword and began hacking her way through the light brush when I padded up silently behind her and let out the most vicious growl that I could make which caused her to stop dead in her tracks. Ressa raised her sword and readied to strike as she slowly turned around. Her eyes grew wide and I could see the goose bumps form on her exposed flesh, and even though she was wearing a fairly thick shirt, I could see that her enormous nipples were rock hard which told me that she was in fight or flight mode. This I could use to my advantage I thought as I moved carefully toward her.

I knew that she was not a fighter and that was confirmed by the clumsy manner in which she swung the sword at me. I was too far away to hit but I guess this was her way of trying to ward me off. I continued to stalk and circle her as she had backed up toward the water and was standing exposed on the beach. After a few minutes of swinging her sword I could tell the combination of fear and the energy expended by swinging the sword was wearing her down. This is when I stopped in front of her and transformed back to human form.

I stood before her naked, wearing nothing but my golden collar while she let her sword slip from her hand and stood before me speechless. Welcome to my island I said, and then thanked her for bringing me back home.

Of course this was a lie but she had just seen me transform from a large panther to human form and being that this was the so-called island of the gods, I thought I would use this to have a little fun with the woman that was so eager to take me back to Cassani as her prize.

Ressa stuttered a bit then dropped to her knees as if she were talking to an actual God or in my case, a beautiful Asian Goddess and I was eating up every moment of her groveling and begging for forgiveness. I was about to send her on a quest to bring me back a couple of fresh coconuts from yon coconut tree when I noticed as I looked over her shoulder that the crew of her row boat were pulling up their anchoring rock in preparation to leave. I laughed, as I looked Ressa over then motioned for her to look out to sea. When she turned and looked I suggested that she swim very fast if she were to catch them.

In a panic Ressa began running for the water's edge, stripping off her clothing as she ran. I was enjoying the sight of her naked body running as fast as her pudgy legs could carry her, but one thing that was a mystery to me is how she did not end up with two black eyes with those enormous breasts bouncing wildly in front of her with each stride that she took. I would have thought that the sight of those two monster mammary glands bouncing toward them would have been enough for her rowboat crew to stop and wait for her, but I guess that their fear of the gods was more dominant than the desire for her naked voluptuous body.

Ressa tried hard to catch up with the boat but she was not such a good swimmer and not in the best physical shape, though she did have a nice figure, the muscles under those sensuous curves were weak and in need of some gym time. I could see that she was in trouble as she had been swimming faster and farther than her conditioning and endurance would allow. She was having a tough time keeping her head above water and even though we were not best friends, I did not want to see her drown so I set off running for the water then dove in as soon as I was in deep enough to begin swimming. It did not take long for my slender form to slice through the water to get to Ressa. She was pretty much exhausted and it was easy for me to get her onto her back and hook my arm under her chin. I swam on my back using one arm and kicked with my legs until I was able to pull her in close enough to the shore to allow us both to stand. She lumped against me as I draped her arm over my shoulder and slipped my arm around her waist. I got her in as far as a pile of driftwood and then set her down on one of the larger logs. For the longest time she lay on her side coughing up water and gasping for air, but from what I could see, she would be ok once she composed herself and caught her breath.

I collected up Ressa's clothing, boots and sword and set them neatly on the driftwood that she was resting on. I cautioned her not to remain out in the sun for too long as her fair skin was beginning to tinge pink. While Ressa was composing herself and getting dressed, I used the wardrobe collar and dressed myself in my comfortable tan chamois skirt and halter top with matching knee high boots as I reprised my little barbarian girl look that I liked so much on the road to Grimsod. I slung the belt holding my sheathed katana over my shoulder to bring it to rest across my back. Being that we were on the Island of the Gods, I was not concerned about Ressa seeing me dress by using my collar; after all, who was she going to tell that would believe her?

We made our way through the low brush and found an old stone path leading away from the beach. It was obvious that this path had not been used for a long time and though the fine grass had grown high in between the stones, it was much better taking this route than having to hack our way through the brush. We walked for about a half hour along the path until it brought us to the base of a gentle hill. We made our way up the hill and before us was what appeared to be a small village that had been abandoned long ago.

It took us another twenty minutes to make our way to the village, and Ressa was showing signs of fatigue. We stopped for a rest at the first structure that we came to. While Ressa reclined against an interior wall out of the sun, I went for a stroll around the immediate area and came across a well. I found an old coconut shell that made a passable cup and I filled it with water then took a sniff, followed by a small sip. The water appeared safe so I filled the cup a few more times for myself, then took a full cup back to Ressa.

After a long rest we set about exploring the village. Ressa started to question me about the village and the island, but I had no answers for her. I tap danced around most of the questions then confessed that my people had come from this island but this is my first time being here and that this was all new to me as well. I was surprised that she bought into my latest lie, and I had to admit that I was becoming quite good at this lying game.

When it appeared that we had made our way through the entire village and found no threats, we decided to spend the night here and then take the wide road we had found that led out of town to see where it would take us. We found a sturdy two-story house that like all the others of the village was constructed of rammed earth with a terracotta roof that was still intact. Ressa volunteered to clean out a sleeping area and light a fire in the kitchen and I tasked myself to find us something to eat.

I stripped off my clothing without using my collar and arranged my belongings neatly on a table in what was once a bedroom. The wooden bed frame and table were intact but the finish had long since been warn away by time and weather on the inside of this windowless house. None of the houses in the village had windows and being that this was a tropical zone, only wooden shutters were needed against the occasional thunderstorm that would roll in. I changed into my feline form and sauntered down the worn stone steps from the second floor, then slinked past Ressa as she was cleaning out the kitchen with an old broom that had seen better days. She looked long and hard at me as I left the house, but did not say anything as she kept to her sweeping.

It did not take me long to latch onto the scent of our evening meal. I followed the scent until I came across a small group of wild pigs. These were not the large tusked boars that I knew from Kreet. These were more like domesticated pigs that their owners had abandoned long ago. It did not take long for me to run down a fairly large one once they scattered in all directions. I changed back to my human form then gutted the animal before carrying it back to the village, which was not too far away. I made quite a site to Ressa as I walked in naked with this gutted pig draped over my shoulder. I left the animal on the old kitchen table for Ressa before I went out to the well to wash up while she began to cook the pig over the fire that she had prepared in the stove.

Ressa and I discussed the village and the condition that we had found it in, as well as the fate of the people that used to live here. The style of the houses and small shops reminded me of pictures that I had seen of old Pompeii before Mount Vesuvius erupted. From the condition of the buildings and the furnishings inside, it would seem that the village had been unoccupied for fifty to one hundred years, perhaps longer but then we were only guessing and were not trained archeologists. After we ate we split up and searched the neighboring houses to see if we could find any hint as to why this village had been abandoned, but could find nothing.

We found writings baked into clay tablets and inscriptions carved into walls and heavy timbers supporting door doorways, roofs, and other structures. There were also plaques of sorts adorning several buildings that appeared to be shops at one time. When the sun began to set we decided to sleep on the second floor of the building where we had dinner. We tipped over a few chairs and laid out some dry branches across the floor and on the steps so that if anyone entered our temporary home they would eventually make some sort of noise that would alert me to their presence.