Notes From The Underground

With the New Social Contract in place, peace, prosperity and personal freedom guaranteed to all, and a new order of social elites firmly entrenched, the 24^th century ushered in the first near utopian world in human history. Those who disagree are few in number and chiefly composed of society's outcasts and malcontents. These are rightly ignored. However there are others, albeit few in number, but nonetheless witnesses to the realities of this utopia, and their disagreement cannot be so easily dismissed. For they have experienced first hand both its wonders and its horrors and both are paradoxically yet unsurprisingly found in the same place: at the top. It is there that this near-perfect world is ruled with a cunning and subtle yet iron fist by an elite group of ruthless, fabulously wealthy, and equally powerful women determined to maintain and extended their control.

For the brave few who have seen and yet who disagree, life is a harsh contradiction where near-naked slaves coexist with interplanetary transports bearing untold wealth; where goods are causally dispensed and friendships even more causally betrayed; and where amorality is valued even more highly than the most precious metals or rare gems. To these few, under the ever watchful eye of a jealous and powerful elite, tormented by this spectacle of material wealth and moral poverty, there is only rebellion…

Chapter 1: It's a Wonderful Life

The petite dark brown haired woman pulled her legs up and curled them under herself on the large dark-red leather sofa. She had a slight figure and youthful appearance that belied her 50 plus standard years. In fact, those meeting her for the first time would have sworn she was not more that 17 standard years. At least until they met her cold intelligent eyes. However with her legs curled under her on the large sofa, she looked even more child-like than usual. Next to her, and seated in an over-stuffed chair of the same dark leather, sat a handsome (but slightly overweight and matronly) woman, wearing a black silk robe. On the floor at their feet sat a woman with flaming red hair, naked except for a diaper. The matronly woman absently stroked the red hair of the slave at her feet and said, "Have all the arrangements been made?"

"Yes Mistress" replied the petite woman.

"Good. My transport was delayed and I am tired and anxious to relax. Is she here?"

"Yes Mistress. She is waiting."

"You have, of course, spoken to her about the importance of the situation, and the consequences of failure."

"Yes Mistress. I spoke with her this afternoon, before you arrived. She was upset, as expected, but she is an intelligent woman and the logic our arguments were more than persuasive. "

The matronly woman nodded, thinking, as she continued to run her fingers though the red hair of the slave at her feet "And the other preparations?"

"Almost complete; I have scheduled a meeting with the principals tomorrow afternoon. Our agents on the mainland are making the final arrangements. I expect to proceed within the week."

"Excellent! I am worried however. The events of the last decade have been disturbing. Public opinion has been shifting, as you well know. Up to now, we have been able to keep things in control. However, an incident could prove troublesome. There is a lot at stake here. Almost two decades of work, not to mention the expense."

The petite woman nodded thoughtfully and said, "Yes Mistress that is true. But we have taken every precaution to minimize the risk. Our models indicate success by an overwhelming margin, even with problems."

The matronly woman stopped stroking the red hair, and waved her hand. "Yes I know. Still this woman is the weak link in the chain. If anything happens, it will cause complications; unfortunate complications."

"I know. Although she is our primary resource we have backups."

The matronly woman raised her eyebrows and went back to stroking the red hair. "Good!"

"Also, after seeing you, I am sure any thought she might entertain of being uncooperative will disappear."

"Humph!" snorted the matronly woman. "We shall see. Bring her in."

The petite woman spoke softly in the direction of the door.

Twenty seconds later a thin woman with short blonde hair entered the room. A surprised look came over her face when she saw the matronly woman. Without thinking she said, "You're…"

"Yes, I am" said the matronly woman cutting her off. "But we are not here to discuss me."

The blonde woman blinked, taken aback by her own outburst. She visibly fought to maintain her composure. There was a lot at stake for her and she could not afford to make any mistakes. "Yes Mistress", she replied finally.

But it was the petite woman who spoke next. "We have been reviewing your situation and want to confirm that you fully understand its gravity." As she finished speaking, her eyes moved ever so slightly in the direction of the diapered slave.

This gesture was not lost on the blonde, who followed her glance and swallowed hard. The red-headed slave was well known to her. She sat at the feet of her Mistress, eyes downcast, not daring to look up. She had been a slave for nearly twenty years and knew her place well. A cold shudder of dread went down the blonde's spine as she looked at the diapered slave. This was the worst fate anyone could suffer, one that she was trying to avoid at all costs. But the presence of the matronly woman was completely unexpected and significantly more ominous. She would have to be very careful. These were very, very powerful women; perhaps the most powerful women on the planet. One misstep and she would be wearing diapers herself! The blonde glanced at the red-headed slave again. The matronly woman was running her fingers through her hair, idly, like one would pet a dog while reading. The display of power sent another shudder though her spine. She knew the presence of the slave was not mere coincidence. These women were too calculating for that and too powerful to require an overt display of authority. It was clearly meant to send a message, one that was not lost on the blonde. She forced herself to look at the deceptively child-like woman on the sofa and said, "I do understand."

The matronly woman looked at her coolly, but he petite woman said, "I am sure you do. However, our timetable is tight and it is important that you follow your instructions to the letter and without delay." A less intelligent woman, or perhaps a less powerful one might have added, "or else". But the petite woman's demeanor, despite her child-like looks, made it both unnecessary and simultaneously more threatening by its absence.

The blonde felt yet another shiver traverse her spine. "Yes Mistress, it shall be done, just as you have instructed; and on schedule also."

"Very well", said the petite woman. "There is a transport waiting to take to back. You may leave now."

"Yes Mistress", said the blonde moving quickly to the door.

When she had left, the matronly woman glanced at her companion and said, "Any other business for tonight."

"No Mistress; nothing that can't wait till tomorrow."

"Good". And with that, she unfastened her robe exposing her naked body underneath. Taking the slave by her red hair, she pushed her face between her legs. The slave immediately kissed her Mistress's pussy and began licking it. The petite woman stood up and left the room without comment. The matronly woman sighed, and relaxed into the chair spreading her legs further apart to give the slave more room to perform her task. "God! It's a wonderful life, sometimes" she thought to herself. The slave sensing her Mistress's desire stuck her tongue into her vagina and at the same time began urinating uncontrollably into her diaper.

Chapter 2: The Lives of a Bengal Lancer

Erin Brooke ran her fingers though the black hair of her pussy, luxuriating in its silky feel. Even though it had been years since she had been forced to live without pubic hair, its very presence never failed to please and reassure her. Erin almost smiled at the absurdity of her feelings, but instead she spread her legs further apart and continued to pet herself. Erin's straight shoulder-length raven black hair fell forward covering her green eyes as she bent her head downward to focus on her pudenda. Her perfect hourglass figure with large breasts and generous hips were covered in a light sweat from the four orgasms she had just given herself. At slightly more than 52 standard years she was startlingly beautiful, her face just now starting to show the barest hint of age, with an occasional faint line around her mouth and eyes when she was tired.

Spreading her legs a little further apart, Erin let her index finger slide into her slick loose pussy, and probed for her G-spot. "There!" she almost said aloud. Taking her finger out she grabbed the vibrator on the table besides the chair on which she was seated, and plunged it into her wet vagina, the pulsing tip pressing against the verified location of the G-spot. Erin threw her head back, opened her mouth and moaned loudly. "Oh yes! God yes!" Within seconds a fifth orgasm swept her body, causing beads of sweat to appear at her bikini line and along her spine. The nipples on her breasts hardened and stood stiffly erect, jutting out of the soft mounds of perfect white skin. No sooner had the orgasm passed, when a sixth spasm convulsed her body. Erin shook and moaned with the intense pleasure, panting and letting her head fall forward to keep from passing out.

As her consciousness fully returned, the chime to her quarters sounded and a flat female voice announced: Kelly requests entry. Erin pulled her head up and said "Come!" The door slid open and a tall, stunning, athletic woman with full breasts entered the room. "Give me a minute" said Erin motioning to Kelly to make herself at home, "I want to try for a seventh, but I need to catch my breath."

"Sure no hurry; I gather the new vibrator works well!" Kelly said stretching her tall athletic body and smiling as she sat down on the couch, facing Erin. Kelly, like Erin had spent time in Zax's dungeon as a diapered slave. She owed her release to Erin and as such was fanatically loyal to Varinia's dark-haired leader.

"God! You can say that again. That Stacy earned her pay this time!"

Erin had a special affection for Kelly and they often had sex together or with a couple of the other women at the Ranch. But Erin was not interested in partnering now. Adjusting the vibrator slightly, she closed her legs on it, and cupping her breasts in her hands, and threw her head back again. Pinching her erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, she closed her eyes as the seventh orgasm hit her body. "Oh God! Yes! Yes! On God, Yes!" screamed Erin. Her entire body went rigid and liquid as a full sweat covered the entire surface of her skin. Rivulets of salty water ran down her forehead, across the sides of her cheeks and dripped onto her breasts. Erin swooned in the chair as her body went limp and Kelly hopped off the couch to steady her friend who seemed to teeter dangerously.

"Are you OK?"

Erin moaned and it was almost a full minute before she recovered sufficiently to reply. "Yes" she finally moaned, panting, her chest heaving as if she had just run a mile uphill. It was several more minutes before Erin became fully aware. Flashing a sweaty smile at her friend she said, "Thanks!" Kelly released Erin's arm and resumed her seat on the couch. Erin flushed and still panting continued, "You have got to try this!"

"I will" smiled Kelly pointing at the vibrator, still in Erin's pussy "If you can give it up for a while."

Erin laughed and pulled the device from between her legs and held it up. Extending her arm she said, "Here! But I must warn you it's addicting, even dangerous. The damn thing could kill you!"

Kelly smiled, but declined saying "I can see that! But I think I'll wait till later."

"Suit yourself" replied Erin putting the vibrator on the table. Standing up, her knees slightly wobbly she said, "Give me a minute. I need a shower."

"You do!" said Kelly sarcastically. Both woman laughed as Erin disappeared into the bathroom. Kelly watched her go and shook her head. She loved and admired Erin who was the leader of their community of ex-slaves. She had known Erin for almost twenty years, since they had both been diapered slaves in Zax's infamous dungeon. It had been Erin who had ultimately freed them, and then had gathered them together again, a group of aimless outcasts. Under her leadership, she had molded them into a well organized group known as Varinia and given them a purpose. Erin had then struck back at their oppressors, leading a darning raid on Zax Island which had uncovered and permanently disrupted a secret breeding program which would have quadrupled the number of diapered slaves there. Kelly would have gladly followed Erin anywhere and even given her life for her without thought or question. However she could never quite understand her brave, intelligent, and beautiful leader. At times, she would act like a young naïve girl, experimenting with her first masturbation or obsessed with a new crush.

Erin came out of the bathroom, naked carrying a towel, her wet black hair plastered back over her head. Her body was still flushed, but the sweat was gone. Sitting down besides Kelly she wiped her face with the towel and said, "So what's up?"

"We are getting some interesting low level musings if you will on the Net. Nothing definite, just rumors and idle chat with more rumors that sort of thing."

The Net was the integrated world-wide communications network that linked everyone on the planet in a continuous and ever present data-stream of news, entertainment, gossip, and facts. It was not unusual for threads of discussion to develop around some subject. These were known as hot-topics or hotops for short. A hotops could last for a few minutes or a few years. Some even for decades, but that was rare. Most lasted a few weeks or months before being overtaken by the next trendy topic. They could be serious or frivolous. Some were more interesting and important than others, but none were dull. That was the only rule. In a way they reflected the modern attention span and the priorities of society in general. A sad commentary most of the time, but one that Varinia was not too proud to exploit for its own purposes. And exploit they had and did, to this very day. In fact, some of Varinia's most significant achievements had begun as hotops. So it was not without interest that Erin said, "Really? About what?"

"About the Children."

Erin's eyebrows raised involuntarily in surprise and interest. The "Children" as the women at Varinia liked to call them, were the offspring of Zax's diapered slave breeding program. Born almost 18 standard years ago in the Island's dungeon, they were odd products of legal loopholes and technology. Zax was a private, quasi-secret society, famous for its kinky sex parties and its exclusive membership which read like a who's-who of the rich, famous, and powerful. As an organization it was extremely wealthy; as an entity, immensely powerful; politically it was without peer in its unofficial influence of the World Federation. Zax was all these things and more, for it was a social force of nature: it created trends, set the pace, challenged the bounds of societal norms, and in general swept away any who stood in its way.

Officially, Zax was like any other well-healed private organization. It was run by its chairwoman Prudence Ardella, heiress to Astra, the solar system's largest mining corporation. Prudence was not only wealthy but she was intelligent and ruthless. Zax had prospered greatly under her leadership and its holdings of slaves as well as its influence had increased significantly. Unofficially, Zax was a tool for conducting business and dispensing favors to the very rich and the very powerful. Its board of directors included Katrina Feltte, the Head of Blue Onyx and Libra Johnson, the Counsel General. Both women were members of the short-list, the top five most powerful women on the planet. These two were at the top of this exclusive list, making them just short of totally controlling almost everything that happened in finances as well as politics. However, not even Zax could manufacture the most expensive and prized of possessions: a diapered slave.

Diapered slaves were the worst of society's criminals: thieves, malcontents, and repeat offenders. As such the supply was controlled more by random chance than any other single factor. To become a diapered slave, a free woman would have to commit an extremely serious crime. In a society with abundant material wealthy and no poverty there was little reason for doing so, and not surprisingly there were only a handful of such women on the planet. Zax, of course owned the majority of these, but always had need for more. The law governing diapered slaves (as well as slaves in general) had its origins the New Social Contract which marked the beginning of the modern era and the establishment of the Servitude Laws. These laws proscribe the various punishments for crime, with the worst punishment being slavery. However the authors of the Servitude Laws were not only concerned with punishing crime but deterring it as well. Given humanity's violent and turbulent past they obsessed over the best methods for permanently keeping the crime rate as low as possible. The threat of mere slavery was therefore not considered quite sufficient to act as the deterrent in-and-of itself. A second class of slave was therefore added: the diapered slave. A woman sentenced to diapered slavery not only lost all her legal and civil rights (as well has her personal freedom) permanently, but in addition she was required to wear and use diapers for her entire lifetime. To further increase the punishment's deterrent effect, a clause was added to the law, making the naturally born offspring of someone so sentenced a diapered slave also. Thus, daughter would follow mother into society's worst punishment and fate. However this clause was more warning than actual threat and was soon forgotten since few if any women actually had children by becoming pregnant. By that time virtually all conception and gestation occurred ex-uteruo; pregnancy had in essence become society's last taboo and to be pregnant was a fate wore than being diapered.

Although this clause was forgotten, it remained on the books and therefore part of the law. Zax, ever on the outlook for new opportunities for increasing its sock of diapered slaves discovered this loophole and proceeded to impregnate its diapered slaves. This breeding program was foiled by Varinia, but not before five baby girls had been born. Although this loophole eventually was closed, Zax's babies were grand-mothered in. The only catch, of course, was that they would remain "free" until they reached legal age: 18 standard years. Free meant that they must be treated like other children; the law required that they be raised and educated just as other girls until they attained the age of majority. At that point however, Zax would have the rights to 'convert' them into diapered slaves, where they would remain until the end of their natural lives.

The grand-mothering of the girls into diapered slavery was, to say the least, controversial, and the subject of numerous and on-going hotops. However the law stood, and in the end everyone took it for granted that justly or not, they would become diapered slaves one day. The World's attention was too short and modern life too full of other distractions to worry too long about the fate of five girls. At Varinia these five innocent girls were known as the Children and Erin and the others there had worked hard at keeping their cause alive for the last 17 years. However society's attention remained stubbornly brief and fickle and the issue and come and (mostly) gone over the years. The best Erin or anyone could say, was that they were martyrs to the larger cause of slavery in general and that the controversy they had generated had resulted in some significant progress towards liberalizing the harshness of the sentencing laws. It was therefore with great interest that these girls were a possible subject of discussion again, especially as their hour was fast approaching.