Kollany 35
A Royal Slut's Judgement Day
by Wayne Mitchell
SAMPLE CHAPTER
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Chapter One
A Failed Assassination Attempt
Princess Shumara
Seven stood naked before the full-length mirror in her bedroom gazing at her perfect
body. Her body was indeed perfect, as everything on Kollany
35 was perfect. She was the perfect height for a person of the ruling class.
Her skin carried that perfect golden glow that declared to all who saw her that
she was one of the rulers of Kollany. Her slightly
wavy hair was just the right, slightly red shade of golden brown as befit her
status. Her eyes were the perfect shade of emerald green that could show every
emotion from the intense warmth of love to the cold cruel depths of hatred. Her
breasts were just the right size for her body and her perfect nipples, slightly
darker than her golden skin, shone almost like bronze. Everything about her
body was perfect. Even the cleft of her womanhood was a perfect thirty-two
degree angle with just a hint of the outer labia showing to create the most
appealing appearance for her sex.
Princess Shumara Seven was as perfect as the DNA sequencer and
controller could make her, and yet there was a flaw. There was one defect
within this perfect princess. She was overly-ambitious and cruel. That was a
risk of breeding for the perfect ruling class. The line between the genetic
traits that create a good ruler and the genes which create a tyrant is an
extremely thin line, and even the best DNA sequencer programs could not always
be sure of the final outcome. Shumara Seven, if she
had ever been allowed to fully rule, would have definitely been a tyrant- a
beautiful seductress of a tyrant, but a tyrant never-the-less.
As she stared at her
regal image in the mirror, Shumara could not see her
arrogance or her cruelty or her lack of compassion. She was blind to those
flaws. But even if she had been able to see those horrible traits within
herself, she would not have considered them flaws. They were- for her- a
birthright... a part of being perfect ... a part of being royalty... a part of
having the genetic right of kings and queens of Kollany
35.
As a member of the
Royal Class, it was her right to be arrogant; it was her right to be cruel; it
was her right to inflict pain on lesser beings; and in princess Shumara's mind everyone and everything was less than her.
For Shumara, the only flaws that she could see as she gazed
intently into the mirror at her perfect body were the tears that were streaming
down her face and the silver control collar that encircled her neck, shining
dully in the dim lighting of her bedroom. The control collar was there because
her elaborate plan to kill her father, King Humana Two, had failed and she was
now a prisoner awaiting punishment. The tears were not for her father who must
now accept that his own flesh and blood desired his death. Nor were they for
the others brought to ruin because she had ensnared them in her twisted plan.
The tears were for herself- for herself alone- and primarily those tears were
because she had been caught.
The one thing that
the collar could not, or perhaps would not, control was her tears. Since the
moment that she felt the collar slide around her throat and heard the click of
the latch sealing her fate, her face had been continually wet with her tears.
There were tears for the beautiful clothes she would never wear again. There
were tears for the looks and words of the lowly servants whom she had once
ordered about with her own cold commands. And now that the collar had brought
her back into her own room and stood her before her mirror to gaze upon her
perfect body there were tears aplenty for herself and for her perfect body.
None of the tears
which flowed freely down Shumara's face, however,
were for Prince Hamara Nine, whom she had seduced and
led into her treachery. Hamara had been an essential
part of her perfect plan. He was the one who was to poison the King. He was the
one who would be immediately killed by the King's guards if he was discovered
trying to slip the poison into the King's wine. On the other hand, if he had
succeeded and slipped the drug and poison into the King's drink unnoticed, he
would still be dead, killed by a guard that Shumara
had paid in advance not with silver, but her golden body. The plan was perfect.
Shumara had known
all along that Hamara might fail. He was weak- he had
been easy to seduce into her plans. He was stupid- he suspected nothing as she
led him along. And he was expendable- he never understood that succeed or fail,
he was a dead man.
Shumara's stooge
among the King's personal guards was no stronger of will and not much brighter.
It never crossed his mind that there might be a third traitor ready to kill the
one who killed the one who killed the King. He even believed that Shumara loved him as he stood ready to act when Hamara acted and insure that Shumara's
role in this remained secret.
No one would have
ever known that Shumara was involved at all- except
for one small mistake made by the princess herself. It was more of a necessary
risk than a mistake, but it was done and it was Shumara's
undoing.
The weakest point in
a plan is often where it fails. The King, like Shumara,
had a perfect body. The King's perfect body would shake off any ordinary
poison. The only way to kill the King by poison was to use a DNA modifier
specially formulated to remove his resistance to poisons. That combined with a
common, slow-acting poison would kill the King within a day. They might find
traces of the poison, but once the transformation was complete it would be
almost impossible to detect the modified DNA, let alone trace its origin.
Shumara knew an
old hag who sold black market DNA modifiers. A lot of people purported to sell
modifier capsules, but when purchased from most people, these fake black market
drugs did nothing. The pills that the old hag sold, however, would indeed
increase your penis size or your bust size or remove various imperfections from
your body. It was said that she could even change your genetic class- for a
high enough price. It was rumored that she was one of the "old chemists" from "the
time before."
It may have been that
people believed this to be so because she was unbelievably older than any other
member of Kollany 35. Or perhaps it was because she
somehow had access to forbidden equipment that could sequence DNA modifiers. In
any case, she knew the true formulae from the old times and could create
whatever you desired... for a price.
Shumara told the
old hag that she wanted to make herself susceptible to the common cold to see
what it was like to experience the misery that some of the lesser classes
suffered from so regularly. To make her story sound even more believable, she
even ordered a modifier to restore her resistance.
The old hag, however,
could read Shumara's twisted soul through her emerald
green eyes and knew that the modifier was for some evil purpose. She knew that Shumara planned to use it, not on herself, but on someone
else. And since it was to be developed for Shumara's
DNA it would work only on her or a very, very close relative... like her
father, the King.
The old hag was loyal
to the King for many reasons, so before she ever began to sequence the genes or
prepare the modifier, she reported the purchase to the watchers, and the
watchers reported to the King's council, and the King's council reported to The
One. And The One set in motion a plan to capture Hamara Nine in the very act of putting a genetic modifier-
albeit a fake genetic modifier- in the King's drink.
Shumara had not
counted on The One's truly perfect plan which made it possible for Hamara Nine to be captured alive. That should not have
happened. Those who attempted to harm the King or others of the ruling class
were almost never taken alive. If they did not die in the attempt, the guards
would often, in a frenzy of anger driven by their genetic need to protect the
King, kill them outright. But with so many extra watchers and watcher guards
hiding nearby, that did not occur. The guard whom Shumara
had bribed with the gold of her body was afraid to act. Also afraid to act was
the guard which she had anonymously bribed with silver to kill the first guard
as soon as he killed Hamara.
So Shumara's plan failed, but The One's plan succeeded. Prince
Hamara Nine was captured alive in the very act of
attempting to poison King Humana Two. He didn't even have the dignity and honor
to try to take his own life when he was caught. Instead, faced with the
evidence, he fell to his knees, began weeping, and confessed everything-
including the involvement of Princess Shumara Seven.
Later that evening
one of the watchers, who had recently been assigned as Princess Shumara's personal bodyguard, placed the control collar on
her neck as she was in the middle of upbraiding a servant for being late
bringing her some trinket or another. From that instant, Princess Shumara Seven was a prisoner.
She no longer
controlled her own body. With the control collar around her neck, her body
belonged to The One. There was no need for a trial. The One had all the
evidence it needed to be sure of her guilt. At the appropriate day and time,
The One would decree its sentence and all of Kollany
35 would see it carried out. Until that time, the collar controlled everything.
Later in the day,
with the collar securely around her neck, Shumara
walked out of her rooms in the palace apparently of her own free will, but in
reality with every slight muscle movement controlled by the collar. She walked
down the royal hallway and came unannounced into the King's throne chamber
where the King was in the middle of his weekly vid-report to the people. He and
his guards had been fully briefed and were expecting her appearance. The
vid-cam operators had also been informed that there would be a "special guest"
and were instructed to be ready to cover everything that might occur.
The home audience,
and those in attendance who were not aware of the earlier arrest of Prince Hamara Nine, watched with amazement as Princess Shumara Seven walked up beside King Humana Two, waited
quietly for him to complete his remarks, and then announced to him and to the
entire population of Kollany 35, "The watchers have
uncovered irrefutable evidence that I attempted to poison my father, our prime
ruler King Humana Two, with an illegally obtained genetic modifier. I have been
convicted along with Prince Hamara Nine and will be
publicly sentenced and receive my final punishment one week from now, exactly
at noon, in the city square of Kollany 35 Prime. The
sentencing and the beginning of my official punishment will be vid-cast live at
that time."
The collar continued
to speak through her, "Since I am now a convicted criminal, I may no longer
wear the clothing of the ruling class." Shumara's
body trembled as she struggled against the collar's control, but her arms and
hands were no longer hers. They moved as if on their own to unbutton the front
of her exquisite gown and slowly slide it from her body. Soon her blouse and underslips followed so that she was left standing in front
of the vid-cams in nothing but a lacy bra and a very brief pair of panties.
Her arms shuddered
once again as she resisted their movement behind her back to release the bra.
They shuddered even more as they moved downward toward her final brief article
of clothing. It is a tribute to the power of her will that she almost broke
free of the collar's control when her hands moved to the sides of her panties.
But the unlimited power of The One controlled the collar and so the collar
continued to control Shumara. Under the collar's
direction, her hands slid the panties downward until she was standing naked
before the populace of Kollany 35.
Her voice was
slightly husky, but still loud and clear as she once again spoke, "Since I am
not yet a member of any other gene class, and to what class I will be re-assigned
will not be announced until my sentencing in one week, I will remain naked and
classless until that time as a reminder to all of what I have done. It will
also be a lesson to all that wrongdoing will be punished severely by The One
who ultimately rules us."
She paused and faced
the cameras squarely. The vid-cam operators zoomed in for a tight shot of her
face as she continued, "During that time I will be subjected to special forms
of instruction which will show me the errors of my ways and remind me- and all
of you- of what I have given up by my actions. I will also be led to at least
symbolically make right the many wrongs which I have committed in the past. If
this time granted me by The One is fruitful, perhaps my punishment will be
lessened by my contrition and remorse."
Princess Shumara Seven, now merely Shumara
Seven, then walked slowly out of the room with the vid-cams following her every
move so that all the inhabitants of Kollany 35 could
see every aspect of her perfect body. The final vid was a tight closeup of her
perfect ass cheeks as she went out the door.
What Shumara did not yet know, but would quickly learn over the
course of the next week, was that the control collar not only controlled a
person's body by taking over control of the nervous system, it also read
memories. Or, to be more accurate, it allowed The One to read a person's mind
including, not only current thoughts, but also any and all memories of past
events. The collar, or The One who controlled the collar, now knew every wrong
thing that Princess Shumara Seven had ever done. The
One also knew her schemes and her dreams, her fantasies and her fears. With
this knowledge, the ultimate punishment which The One would decree would not
only fit the crime for which she was convicted, it would also fit the way that
she responded to the collar's attempts to force her to right previous wrongs
that she had committed.
Following her public
admission of guilt, Shumara had been confined to her
room in the palace by the collar except for those times when it led or directed
her elsewhere. At mealtime, it would lead her to the Great Hall where she had
once sat at the main table with the elite of the elite. On the first night, she
was forced by the collar to crawl naked among the tables begging for food like
a common house dog. Many women whom she had once thought to be her friends
laughed heartily as she knelt with her arms before her like a puppy and they
threw scraps of food at her open mouth.
Thankfully for her,
this forced puppyhood was for the first night only. The next morning she was
led to a special table that had been prepared for her at the back of the hall
near the serving doors that led into the kitchen. It was an old, rough,
stained, wooden table and bench that rubbed uncomfortably against her naked
ass, but at least she was not on her knees on the floor.
Throughout the day,
the collar would have her walk the hallways of the palace and the attached
government office buildings, stopping in each room or office to announce, "I am
Shumara Seven. I was once 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 seven days." The number in her announcement changed each day. It was a
countdown to her final day of reckoning.
The routine of each
day was basically the same except that the shudders and tremors of resistance
decreased each day. Perhaps she fought less, perhaps the collar was fine tuning
itself to her system, or perhaps it was allowing her to move more on her own.
In any case her movements became more fluid each day and her voice sounded more
and more natural as her naked body moved to places she would never go and her
voice spoke words she would never say.
At the beginning and
end of each day, the collar would bring her here, before her mirror, to gaze
for an hour upon her perfect body and to think about what she lost by going
against the will of The One who ruled Kollany 35.
END OF
SAMPLE CHAPTER