Kollany Thirty-Five

1Kollany Thirty-Five

by The Technician

Kollany Thirty-Five is an Erotic Novel in Eight Parts.  It is set in the future on a deep space colony and follows the life of Princess Shumara Seven from the time that her plot to assassinate her father, King Humana One, fails to the day of her sentencing and judgement one week later.

During that time she endures a series of punishments that involve forced nudity, humiliation, body transformation, mind-control, forced masturbation, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, spanking, beating, flogging, donkey-girl forced labor, rape, bestiality, electro-torture, golden showers, freezing showers, snow torture, and being forced to eat cold oatmeal (gruel).   Through these many punishments and rewards, Shumara Seven discovers her true sluttish nature and eventually accepts and welcomes her final punishment and status.

Chapter 05 - Judgement Day Minus Three

Shumara Seven woke suddenly as the extremely cold water of the shower struck her face.   Immediately, her nipples stuck stiffly out from her breasts, and soon she was shivering from the cold.  She tried to reach for the control handle to adjust for warmer water, but her arms would not move.  They were under the control of the collar.  The collar’s voice sounded clearly in her mind, “You wouldn’t wake up by me just telling you to awaken, so I brought your body in here.  I will give you back control if you do not attempt to change the temperature of the shower.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“If you do not, you will remain under my control all day.  You will now wash your hair and body thoroughly for five minutes, or you will crawl on your belly to the great hall and you will eat cold gruel for breakfast.”

Shumara felt her body begin to shiver violently as the collar suddenly released control back to her.  She was not used to this.  As a matter of fact, she wasn’t even used to showering herself.  The shower stall was large and spacious primarily so that one or two servant girls could come into the shower with her to properly wash her hair and body in water that was at the proper temperature.  Shumara was so particular about the temperature of her shower that she once had one of her serving girls publicly whipped for letting her step into the shower before it had reached the perfect temperature.  Now she was standing under cold water that was painful on her breasts.  And she would have to remain for five more minutes.

She put shampoo on her head and tried to wash her hair, but as she was rinsing out the suds she could take no more and reached up and turned the handle to warm.  As soon as the handle moved she heard the slight buzz of the collar and felt her arm move on its own to push the handle back to where it was and beyond.  It was now on the coldest position possible.  What had been uncomfortable before was now almost unbearable. 

“You will learn.  It may take all week, but you will learn” said the collar as Shumara found herself sliding to the floor and slithering toward the door.  Shumara had no idea how her body was capable of such action, but she was moving almost exactly as would a snake, leaving a wet and soapy trail on the carpet and then on the marble floors of the hallway.

All who saw her moving toward the great hall stopped walking, talking, or looking at anything else.  The once proud and arrogant Princess Shumara Seven was now gliding like a snake on her belly toward the great hall.  A large crowd was soon following her and making comments about the way she was moving her body.  The snake-like undulations of her naked body were quite erotic to watch. Several of the men voiced their lewd thoughts on whether or not she would be that limber in bed.  One wondered out loud whether or not it would be possible to fuck her as she slithered along.  “My snake has never had a snake before,” he said to blushing and laughter from the crowd.

Shumara had thought that she could get no lower than when the collar had forced her to crawl among the tables begging for food on the first night, but this was much lower - both physically and emotionally.  All of her humanity was gone.  She was just a snake with the pussy, tits and ass of a human girl.  Crying and wailing, but at the same time extending her tongue as far as it could go out of her mouth and flickering it like a common snake, Shumara slithered between the tables of the great hall until finally reaching the rough wooden table that had been reserved for her.

One of the servant girls from the kitchen was waiting for her.  She set a shallow bowl on the floor in the open area near the table and Shumara, with her hands held tightly to her sides and the collar controlling every movement, began to eat by sticking her tongue into the cold, slimy mess and flipping and sucking the gruel into her mouth.  At first she resisted and tried to keep her tongue in her mouth, but the collar was too strong to resist and she was soon lapping and sucking at the obnoxious mixture. 

When about half of the gruel was gone, the collar’s voice warned her, “You will finish it all or you will rub your belly raw snaking your way from office to office today.”  Then it released her body back to herself.

Without the collar’s control, she could push her tongue only about half as far out of her mouth, but she continued to keep her hands at her side and buried her faced in the bowl so that she could draw the gruel into her mouth.   Finally the bowl was as empty as she could get it and she turned her head away and lay face down on the floor in shame.  One of the serving girls stooped down over her and picked up the bowl.  “Good doggy - or should I say snake,” snickered the servant as she carried the bowl back into the kitchen.

“Get up and walk back to you room.  You have a ten-minute cold shower yet to finish.” instructed the collar.

“You said five before,” whined Shumara.

“Yes, that was before,” replied the collar.  Then it added, “Do you want to try for twenty?”

Shumara pulled her legs up under her and slowly rose to her feet.  She could feel gruel dripping from her hair.  Her breasts and the front of her legs were covered with dust and filth from sliding on the floor.  She stood motionless for several minutes, fighting now with herself instead of the collar.  Finally, with a long and deep sigh, she began walking slowly back to her room.  All eyes followed her as she walked, head down, out of the great hall and down the great hallway to her room.

Once inside her room, she looked at herself in the mirror and sobbed and cried at what she saw.  Even the ashes girl had been cleaner than this.  Crying and trembling she entered her bathroom, turned the shower on, and set the control to its coldest position.

Before she got into the shower, she looked up at the clock, but the collar spoke and said, “I will tell you when ten minutes are up.  Wash you hair and body and after that you may do whatever you please, but you must stay under the water until the ten minutes are up.”

Shumara stepped into the shower and began to wash her hair.   It was the first time that she could remember that she actually had to wash her own hair - or body for that matter.  At least she still had her fine scented shampoos and body soaps.  The scents helped her to think of better days before she had attempted to betray the king.  With her hair now clean and her body freshly scrubbed, she stuck her head out of the shower to read the clock, but before she could clearly see it, the collar reminded her, “I said I would tell you when ten minutes are up.  You have been in there three minutes, but because you looked at the clock, we will start over.  You are to remain in the shower for another ten minutes.”

Shumara turned and stood directly under the spray.  The cold water puckered her areolas and forced her nipples to become so erect that they were painful.  She reached up to massage her breasts with her hands to perhaps warm them, or at least to cover them from the cold water of the shower.  She gasped in surprise as her hands closed upon her breasts.  Her nipples were not only erect, they were extremely sensitive - sexually sensitive.   “It said I could do anything I pleased,” she thought to herself, “as long as I stay under the shower.” 

Soon she was rubbing not only her breasts, but also between her legs.  Despite the cold water pouring on her body, her inner heat was building.  She was starting to moan with pleasure and her legs were beginning to buckle, so she lowered herself to the shower floor, leaned back, and sat beneath the shower with her legs spread so that the cold water pounded directly on her slit. 

“I’m still under the shower,” she said to the collar, and then she began to rub her clit and slide her fingers in and out of herself.  The mixture of cold and pain and manual stimulation eventually brought her to an intense orgasm.  She lay back on the floor and let the shower continue to spray on her cunt as the afterglow slowly faded.

“How much time do I have left?” she asked the collar.

“You could have gotten out six minutes ago, but I wasn’t able to break through your intense emotions to speak with you, and I had promised you that I would not take back control of your body if you stayed for ten minutes.  I keep my promises.”

“Oh, yeah,” muttered Shumara as she rose to her feet, turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower.  “Time to go let the peasants in the offices laugh at me again.”

“Perhaps you will find your walk instructive,” suggested the collar.  “That is, after all, the true purpose of it.”

“We will see,” replied Shumara as she left her bedroom and padded slowly down the great hallway toward the grand stairway that would take her to the office area of the palace.

On the third floor of the palace offices, two young women approached her.  They were both the dark ebony black of the scientific class, and they were identical.  They stood before her staring intently at her as she stared no less intently at them, and then, simultaneously, both of them broke into huge grins.  Shumara had seen that simultaneous smile before.   “Tukuhama five and Tukuhama six, it has been a long time.”  She paused and then added, “You’ve changed.”

“Yes it has, former princess,” they responded.  “And yes we have changed.  Three years ago, we were part of your maids in waiting.   Our skin was the dark golden of the royal personal servants.... where it was not red or purple from the welts and bruises of your frequent beatings.  And then came that day when we all were caught outside in a thunderstorm.  It was impossible to keep your canopies and parasols over you to shield you from the wind and the rain and you were drenched by the storm. You screamed all that way back to the palace that it was our fault and that we would pay dearly for it.”

“When we got back to the palace, the weather scientists told you that the storm would last for several days and you said that was delightful because you could use the storm to punish us.  You were always very inventive in coming up with new forms of punishment.  Punishment by the elements was one of your crueler inventions.”

“You had us each tied naked between two tall poles facing each other on the top of the hill.  You then had long metal rods pushed into our ass and pussy and wedged against the ground.  The poles acted like the legs of a tripod so that we were held more or less immobile.  You then returned to the palace and waited for the storm and the lightning to return.”

“We would have died on that hilltop, but one of the weather scientists came back with a huge reel of copper wire and strung it over us on the top of the poles.  He then led the wire as far away from us as he could and connected it to several metal rods he had  pounded into the ground.  He told us, ‘I can’t release you or the Princess would have me severely punished and she would just come up with some other way to kill you.’”

“He must have seen the terror on our faces because he continued, ‘Yes, she knows what she is doing.  She means to kill you with the lightening from this storm and claim that it was an accident during appropriate punishment.  The wire will draw most of the power away from you, but until the storm is over, you are in great danger.’”

“When the storm re-intensified and the lightning began to strike nearby, the wires did keep it from directly striking us and killing us.  But when it struck the wires or the ground close-by, the electricity would run through the ground, come up into our bodies through one of the iron rods and then would pass out through the other rod or through the chains to which our hands were tied.  The pain was excruciating.  We were badly burned, but we survived.  Since you were so sure that we would not survive, you never bothered to check on us after the storm passed.  You never knew that we were taken to the hospital where the healers used a diagnostic collar, similar to what you now wear.  The One not only learned how to heal our burns and bruises, but also recognized that we had great potential as scientists.  The One asked if we wished our class to be transformed and we readily agreed.  We have done many great things for Kollany Thirty-five and are very happy with our new lives.”

“I am happy to hear that,” began Shumara.  “But I don’t know how this concerns me.”  After she said it, Shumara realized that it sounded like the wrong thing to say, but it was the truth.  She had no idea how their ultimate good fortune affected her current situation.

“The One has said that you must make up for the wrongs which you have done.  We survived our torture on the hillside, but after us, you came up with excuses to place others there.  Two of them did not survive because you stationed guards to prevent anyone from making the protective shield that we had.  If you wish to make amends for us and for all the other girls whom you tied on the hillside to be punished by the elements, you will report to the weather lab at two o’clock this afternoon.  We have worked with the weather scientists to recreate that hillside.  You will not have to fear, as we did, that this will kill you, but through this you will begin to understand how terrible you have been.”

With that they turned and walked away.  Shumara stood for several minutes trying to grasp what she had just been told.  Then the collar spoke within her mind, “You had better be hurrying.  It appears you have a two o’clock appointment and will have to make all the offices before lunch.”

Shumara turned and hurried down the hallway.  Apparently the offices were notified as she was coming because everyone was looking at the doorway as she entered and there was no delay to wait for others to come into the main area of the office.  She felt like she were running between offices and continuously speaking her little spiel, “I am Shumara Seven.  I was a princess in line for the throne, but because I went against The One’s rules for our society and for my gene class, I am now nothing.  Please watch my sentencing and final punishment  in three days.  If you have break time available, there will also be a special about me on the Forecast Channel this afternoon on the vids.” 

Out of breath and with a sheen of perspiration on her body, she completed the last office and hurried to the great hall in time to eat the noon meal.  She asked nicely for something more palatable than gruel and was given a plate which looked the same as the others of lower class were eating.  She was surprised when the serving girl brought her a second plate.  “I was told that you might be missing supper tonight.  Something about maybe being caught in a sudden rainstorm?” 

At the end of the meal, the collar asked, “Do you want to announce this afternoon’s instruction session of your own free will, or do I lead you up to the podium?”

Shumara sniffed and wiped tears from her face, but without the control of the collar, she stood and walked slowly to the speaker’s platform at the front of the hall.  She stood on the platform and announced in a loud voice, “Superiors of me, I beg your indulgence that I may announce that I am to be punished for - I mean I am to be instructed about my past actions at the lightning lab at 2:00 this afternoon.  All who desire may come to witness my.............. instructional punishment.”

She then lowered her head and stood stiffly in front of the podium swaying slightly more than when the collar had held her in place the day before.  Just before two she began a slow walk to the lightning lab located a little ways behind the palace.  If someone, in some fashion, was totally unaware of the events of the past several days, he or she might think that Shumara was some strange naked drum majorette leading a parade through the hallways and across the sidewalks.  There was a long column of the curious or the vengeful following behind her as she walked to keep her appointment with the hillside.

The weather lab was a huge dome that smelled of earth and storms.   Tukuhama five, or perhaps it was Tukuhama six, met her at the door and announced to the rest of the group that they would have to watch from the safety of the observation platform and directed them through a separate door.  She then led Shumara into the dark cavernous entrance of the weather lab itself.  There was a large mound of earth in the center that looked very much like a natural hillside.  It had grass and several tree stumps, but no actual trees.  At the top of the grassy mound, two metal poles the size of small trees stood firmly in the ground.  “You will stand between the poles,” instructed Tukuhama.

“I sort of figured that,” replied Shumara as she stationed herself with her legs spread out so that the outside of her feet touched the poles.  She reached up her arms and grasped the metal poles so that her hands could be strapped to the chains.  She knew that this was going to hurt - a lot, but she felt herself getting wet as she imagined herself being fucked by a bolt of lightning. 

“What am I turning into,” she thought to herself, “that I would want to be fucked by a bolt of lightning.”  Those watching were a little confused by her sudden grin, but if they could have read her thoughts like the collar, they would have known that she was telling herself, “Shumara, you haven’t changed.  You have always wanted to be fucked by a bolt of lightning, you just never knew how to do it.”

Tukuhama five and six walked up to the top of the hill beside her.  When they spoke, it was obvious that they were wearing some sort of microphone.  “Fellow citizens,” began five, “where Shumara is, we once were.  In some ways we should thank her for creating the opportunity for us to make the transition to the scientific gene class and for giving us such an avid interest in the science of electricity.  But at the same time, this former princess must be punished for how she used the natural electricity of a summer storm to torture and to kill.”

Tukuhama six then raised up a rather long object that she was holding.  It had a metal ball on one end of it a little larger than a fist.  A wire ran from the other end out into the darkness.  “Electricity, even very high voltage electricity, can be either useful or dangerous.  It can be pleasurable or painful.  Today, this woman, formerly known as Princess Shumara Seven, will demonstrate for us the entire range of what electricity can do to the human body.  We will begin with pleasure.”

Six then approached Shumara and held the wand close to her body.  Shumara could see that the ball on the end of the wand was glowing.  As it came close to her skin, tiny arcs of electricity jumped from the ball to her skin.  They tickled in a strange sort of way.  Six moved the wand over her breasts and Shumara gasped with sudden erotic stimulation.  Soon five joined six with another wand and both moved the glowing balls slowly across her skin.  The lights had been turned out in the lab and to those in the observation deck, Shumara’s body appeared to be encased in a strange purple, glowing spider web.  Shumara began panting and moaning as the two Tukuhamas carefully teased her toward orgasm.  “I might like this punishment,” she thought as she approached release.

“But with more voltage, or just a little higher current” announced five, “pleasure can turn to pain.”  The Tukuhama’s timing was perfect.  Just as Shumara reached that perfect point right before orgasm, the gentle stimulation became a thousand stinging bees and her legs and arms jumped and vibrated with the current that surged through her body.  Her scream echoed dully throughout the dark cavern of the lab.

Shumara heard one of the Tukuhamas chuckle slightly nearby and then heard their voice through the speakers.  “So that everyone can see that clearly, we are going to repeat what we just did ten times.”  Shumara’s groan could be heard without the aid of microphones.

Shumara could hear the soft buzzing of the wands as they once again approached her.  Again they teased and tantalized her body with the glowing sparks.  Again they brought her to the very edge of orgasmic release.  And again they turned the glow into fire at just the precise moment so that what should have been screams of pleasure, were instead screams of pain.  Each time, after the screams of pain had subsided, the buzz returned and the cycle of pleasure and pain began all over again.

“This is the last time,” six said quietly in her ear.  “Then the lightning show begins.”

Shumara felt herself once again climbing the erotic mountain toward orgasm that she knew would be interrupted by a sudden fall into the valley of pain.  “I wanted to be fucked by lightning,” she thought to herself, “this is just small lightning.  Maybe if I really want it....” 

Outwardly, Shumara was panting and moaning, and inwardly she was imagining a giant penis-shaped lightning bolt hovering just above her legs ready to plunge into her cunt in one giant stroke.

 

For a tenth time, those in the observation area heard the buzz of the wands turn to sharp crackling.  They watched as Shumara screamed and twitched within her bonds, but for some reason, this time the scream sounded different.  It was deeper and longer.  It was almost a scream of passion rather than pain.

“And now the lightning storm,” announced Tukumhama five, “but first we need to complete our re-enactment.”  Four workers in white coveralls walked up the hillside to where Shumara was bound.  Two walked around in front of her and set down the long iron rod they were carrying.  It looked familiar to Shumara, and it should have, it was one of the rods she had ordered fabricated for use on the girls she punished on the hillside.  She grunted and gasped as it was pushed into her cunt and then forced into the ground.  She gasped and screamed aloud as the second rod entered her anal sphincter.  She shifted her weight slightly trying to make the rods less uncomfortable, but regardless of what she did they caused a dull pain within her.

Six continued their explanation, “What you see here is exactly the same as what then Princess Shumara Seven ordered done to nineteen young women, including my sister and myself.  Four of those young women were left effectively insane.  Two did not survive.  All of us were changed by what we endured.  My sister and I survived because a weather scientist risked his life to build a protective shield above us, but two others did not have that protection and died.  Their deaths were claimed to be accidents which occurred during legitimate punishment, but after investigation, “punishment by the elements” has been strictly forbidden. 

The One has granted us a special exception to perform this instructional re-creation for you because we have made sure that the former princess will survive.  For those of you watching on the vid channel, a one-hour documentary summarizing both the wand demonstration and the eight hour storm will be shown tomorrow night at 7:00.”

Turning off their microphones, Tukuhama five and six walked over to where Shumara was so securely stretched and bound.  Six walked behind her and Shumara heard a loud click and felt the collar open slightly.  Six pulled it backwards off her neck and said to her, “The voltage might damage the collar, so we have to remove it temporarily.”  She then walked down the hill with the collar leaving just Shumara and Tukuhama five upon the hill.

Five leaned in very close to Shumara’s ear and said very softly,  “There was another reason we removed the collar.  The routine that my sister and I have programmed into the computers isn’t exactly what was approved.  We have added a few frills from the point of view of someone who was lashed to these poles under true weather conditions.  I think you will still survive, but you might get to the point where you would prefer to die before this is over.”

With that she walked off the hillside into the darkness leaving former princess Shumara Seven trembling with fear and anticipation as she heard the whine of generators and the hum of high voltage as whatever it was that created the lightning blasts slowly charged with electricity.

Tukuhama’s voice again filled the room as she announced, “Fellow citizens.  This woman who was once called Princess Shumara Seven bound nineteen young women to poles exactly like these to be “punished by the elements” as she called it.  Some of us endured spring thunder storms, some endured the scorching heat of a clear summer’s day, others felt the cold rains of fall, and still others the frozen bite of winter.  All of these weather conditions can be generated within this specialized laboratory.  So sit back and watch as we compress one whole year into just 8 hours.  Feel free to come and go as you wish, or to invite you friends to come and join you.  We begin where all weather begins, in the spring with a thunderstorm.”

Shumara felt the temperature in the room suddenly begin to warm as a very bright light shone down on her from behind.  The warmth on her back and her shadow on the ground were as if she were indeed standing on a hillside on a warm spring day.  Then wind began to blow around her, warm at first, but growing cooler as the scent of water vapor tinged the air.  Shadows of clouds crossed the ground in front of her and she looked up to see what appeared to be real clouds forming in the air above her.  They grew darker and darker and soon the distinct rumble of thunder echoed all around her.  Rain drops - huge, cold raindrops - stung her breasts and back and pummeled her from above.  She was reminded of the cold shower the collar had forced her to endure a few hours before, but that was at least gentle and in her room, this was wind whipped rain that now pelted her entire front while hundreds, if not thousands of people watched.  Raindrops would occasionally strike exactly on her nipples or her clit and she would cry out in a combination of surprise and pain.  But for the most part, she just silently endured the rain.

Then lightening began to strike from the sky.  She heard the snap and click of a bolt striking the ground somewhere behind her and saw the shadow of herself and the poles suddenly stark on the ground before her.  Then the voltage hit.  There was no experience to which she could compare the pain.  Every muscle in her body went rigid as fire literally spewed from her hands and up the chains to the poles.   A million flaming bees went through her, entering her ass and exiting through her cunt.  The warm wetness on the pole in front of her told her that she had lost control of her bladder and wet herself.  The smell behind her told her that somehow she had emptied her bowels around the pole which penetrated her from behind.  

A murmur of voices told her that the crowd was pleased with what they saw.  Either they liked the fireworks-like electric display or they found pleasure in watching the way it humiliated her and made her suffer.   In all likelihood it was a combination of both.  

The rain poured harder now and the wind blew so that it howled.  Suddenly a thousand tiny rocks were pelting her from above.  It was hailing.  Some of the hailstones were sharp and cut her skin, but most just bruised her or raised welts.

Shumara began to wail in pain and distress.  Her wail turned to a strangled, high-pitched scream of absolute pain as lightning struck directly on one of the poles.  This was pure, unadulterated pain of the highest degree.  There was no way that she could force this pain to become pleasure.  Held as she was between the poles beside her and upon the poles within her, she couldn’t even really writhe in pain.  All she could do was throw back her head and scream as the lightning truly fucked her body.

After that, no more lightning struck, but the rain continued more so than before.  It became heavier and heavier until it peaked at a point where she could just barely breath for the water running down her face.  Then it slowly slacked and the room began to get just a little brighter.  The clouds were dissipating and the sun was coming out.  Spring was giving way to Summer.

As the rains quit, Shumara relaxed slightly and gave thanks that at least the storm was over.  

Soon the sun warmed her body and the hillside, and she almost began to luxuriate in its warmth, but in a very short time, what had been a comfortable warmth became blazing heat.  The grass beneath her feet began to shrivel and turn brown.  The chains in her hands became warm - even hot to the touch, and her golden skin began to redden and burn and blister in the unrelenting sun.   “Water,” she begged.  “Please give me some water!” but no one came.  She was finally reduced to barely croaking out her repeated plea, “Water.... water... water.” 

As the sun began to dim slightly, one of the Tukuhama sisters came up the hill carrying a very large cup.  “Open your mouth!” she commanded and Shumara did so.  Tukuhama put her hand on Shumara’s forehead and pushed back her head so that her face was pointed upward and then began pouring the contents of the cup into her mouth.  It tasted like piss, and possibly was, but it was water and Shumara greedily swallowed down as much as she could of the foul smelling liquid as it overflowed her mouth and flowed down her body.  Tukuhama dropped the empty cup to the ground in front of Shumara and walked back into the darkness.

Shumara looked down and tried to assess the damage to her body.   She tried to encourage herself by saying aloud, “Halfway through and I’m still alive.  I smell like piss, but I’m still alive.”  Suddenly, however, she was flooded with emotion.   She thought, and possibly said aloud, “What if I didn’t know that I was half way through?  What if I didn’t know that this would last for only 8 hours?  What if I didn’t know that I was intended to survive?  What if I was really out here on a hillside all by myself?  I would never be able to endure it.”  For the first time in her life, Shumara began to cry not for herself, but for others and for how she had hurt them. 

She hung in the chains that held her arms and wept as the sky again began to turn the blue of day.  But this was not the blue of summer.  This was the lighter blue of fall.  The air was cooler.  There was a smell of grass and leaves in the air.  A small cloud formed overhead and soon a cold drizzle wet her body and made shiver in her chains.   After nearly an hour, the drizzle gave way to the grayness of a late fall day.  Shumara heard the honking of geese and saw the shadows of the large birds cross the ground.  Suddenly she heard a splat and felt something warm and sticky on her left breast.  She looked down to see white, slimy goose crap dripping off her nipple.  “Nice touch, Tookie,” she said aloud.  “You two always were the ones to take care of the details.”

The light again began to fade.  Shumara dreaded what came next.  She hated the cold.  Winter was her least favorite time of the year even when she was indoors wrapped up in blankets and fur.  She shivered almost violently as the temperature continued to drop.  Soon small white flakes swirled around her.  They stung almost like the sting of a bee when they landed on her skin and melted, but soon they melted no more.  Snow began to pile up on her feet and on her hair and finally even on her shoulders and arms.  Tukuhama’s words went through her mind and she wondered if they were not true that it would be better to die than to endure this.

But she did not die, not even when the wind began to howl and the snow filled the sky and build up in drifts around her feet.   Even when the snow reached the cleft of her legs and she felt as if she were totally frozen, she did not die.  Eventually the storm ceased and the angle of the sun changed and the snow began to melt away.  It was early spring and the chirping of birds filled the air.   Winter was transitioning once again into spring.  

Or, at least it would have if the program had not come to an end.  With a loud clang, the work lights of the weather lab switched on.  Two men in white coveralls came up the hill and carefully removed the rods from Shumara’s ass and cunt.  They then released the cuffs that held her wrists and ankles.   One held out his hand as if to offer her support so she could walk down the hillside. She took a step toward him and collapsed at his feet unconscious.

END CHAPTER FIVE OF EIGHT