Notes From The Underground

"That's what worries me" said Cathy. "There must be something we missed."

"I don't see what" said Erin. "She brought nothing she could use to communicate with. In fact, the only electronic device she had was the vibrator, and Stacy checked that, just to make sure."

"Still…" said Cathy. To her surprise Kelly came to her rescue.

"What if it's not electronic?" said Kelly.

"What?" Erin said.

"What if it's not electronic?" repeated Kelly.

But Cathy interrupted her. "That's it! Brilliant! Prudence knows we must suspect India and would search her. She must have figured out some way for India to signal her without using an electronic device as Kelly suggested."

"Perhaps" said Erin, "but I don't see how. We are miles from anywhere. Everything within ten-miles is continually scanned by Stacy. Nothing moves in and out of here without her knowing about it. We would be there and back before any one could send a message to Prudence without electronic assistance. It seems so unlikely."

"But not impossible" said Cathy.

Erin was forced to reluctantly agree. "Not impossible, but unless Prudence is telepathic, I can't see how."

"Well that's what we need to find out. You said yourself we can't go until we do. India is the only link between us and Prudence. It's got to be her by a simple process of elimination. The question we need to answer is how and I'm willing to bet the answer lies in India's quarters or on her person."

"I doubt it's on her person" said Kelly smiling "I've been over every inch of her."

Erin was not as amused. "Searching her person would be difficult. We might as well just tell Prudence our plans."

"I agree" said Cathy, "therefore we do the next best thing: search her quarters."

Erin looked down and folded her hands in her lap. She had to agree Cathy's logic was impeccable (as it always was). "OK" she agreed "but we need to do this carefully. We can't let her know we searched her quarters. We also need to think carefully about this. If what we are looking for is not electronic, then it could be almost anything she brought with her."

"She doesn't seem to have a lot of stuff" commented Kelly.

"Well, that might make things easier" said Cathy.

"Perhaps" said Erin, but I think we are grasping at air here. Nevertheless, I agree, let's do it. Now is there anything else?"

There was, but it could wait. Cathy was happy at her double victory. She had forced Erin to avoid action before finding out what Prudence had up her sleeve and to search India's room. Better not push her luck. Besides she could see Erin was tired. "That will do it for now" said Cathy.

"Good" said Erin. "Let's party."

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Stacy, Pam, Erin, India, and Kelly sat naked and in a circle on the floor of Erin's quarters. Each woman was leaning back on her hands, feet on the floor, knees bent, with breasts jutting out. India sat to Erin's right, giggling and chatting "I've been waiting to attend one of these parties since I got here. Kelly has told me so much about the group activities at Varinia and I've been just dying to see if everything she's told me is true."

Erin smiled, her right hand moving off the floor to scratch her left nipple and rub her ample breast. "Well, I hope you are not too disappointed. This is by far our tamest activity, although it's a great stress reliever."

"So what do we do exactly?" asked India.

"It's quite simple" said Pam who was seated to India's right. Pointing at the bottle on the floor in the center of the circle she continued "we spin the bottle and whoever it points to when it stops spinning gets to masturbate for the group. However only one orgasm is allowed per spin; when the lucky winner is done, she spins the bottle again and…well you get the idea."

India of course caught on instantly, immediately grasping all the implications of the 'game'. Excitedly she said "so who goes first?"

"Well since you are our guest, I thought you might like to start us off tonight" said Erin.

Kelly looked at India and winked, opening her legs and then closing them quickly, flashing her pussy. India, who was never at a loss in such circumstances said "well, if you insist!" Opening her legs and revealing her nearly trimmed pussy, she reached between her thighs with her left hand and started stroking her clitoris. "God! Where's that vibrator Kelly!" All the women laughed and even Del and Cathy who were seated on the sofa were forced to chuckle. India was truly the ultimate party-girl. Anyone else would have been nonplused to say the least, but not India who seemed to view such situations as an opportunity to enjoy herself, if not excel. There was something truly genuine and immediately likable about her that Cathy could not quite identify.

"That's it!" said Kelly "Rub yourself faster! God, girl hurry I need to cum too, and soon!"

"Oh god!" said India, "I'm cumming! Oh god! Yes!" India's chest and breasts flushed red with her orgasm and she let out a sigh of pleasure, dropping her head back, her blonde hair flowing straight down towards the floor.

"OK you can rest later", said Pam. "Spin that bottle so the rest of us can get some relief."

India sat up and crossing her legs in front of her, and flashed the group a smile. "Well never let anyone say India Carrera stood between them and their pleasure!" With that, she bent forward and spun the bottle. The women watched excitedly and in anticipation of where the rotating bottle would come to rest.

After about 20 seconds Kelly threw up her arms and said "Yes!" she immediately spread her legs exposing her obviously wet pussy to the other women in the room. Cathy who had been watching silently from the sofa blushed and averted her eyes. Del who was seated next to her, sensed her embarrassment and patted her knee lightly. Kelly however noticed none of this and thrusting the fingers of her right hand deep into her pussy she massaged her clitoris with her thumb. "God! I've been waiting for this all day" she moaned.

India smiled and shook her finger at her saying "remember now, only one!"

Kelly came immediately, moaning with pleasure, her cheeks flushing with her orgasm. "I see you don't need any facial tattoos!" said Pam.

The other women laughed, but Cathy failed to see the humor and remarked softly to Del "How can they joke about that?"

"Good question" replied Del making a note in her journal. "It's clearly a safety mechanism."

Kelly spun the bottle now and this time it stopped pointing at Pam. Pam was the oldest of the four women participating in the game. She was full figured but quite handsome, her large full breasts still firm and supple. Spreading her legs and exposing the fat lips of her shaved pussy she said "At last!" The other laughed and she began to rub herself firmly and methodically, occasionally extending her fingers to stroke her lips.

"Go Pam! Go!" cheered Kelly.

"Yes" said India. "Erin looks like she is going to burst!"

Even Del could not avoid smiling at this, but Cathy remained solemn, staring at the floor, clearly uncomfortable at being in the room so close to the masturbating women. Pam came with a soft low moan that was almost a purr, beads of sweat covering the cleft between her large breasts. Spinning the bottle, she said "Good luck Erin."

As if charmed by her words, the bottle stopped in front of Erin who wasted no time spreading her legs and getting started with her masturbation. Cathy blushed again as Erin exposed the thick dark hair of her pussy for all to see. In private, Cathy would have been turned on by the sight of Erin's exposed pussy and by her masturbation. In fact, Cathy found Erin's body quite exciting; in contrast to her own body which was thin and slight, Erin's body was full and very feminine. Physically, the two women were almost exact opposites; while Cathy's figure was straighter and smaller and fair-haired, Erin's was rounder and more voluptuous with raven black hair and darker skin. However, in this setting, with all the other women around, Cathy felt self-conscious and exposed, as if she were sitting next to Erin, naked having sex.

Erin however was not the least inhibited. Sticking her index-finger her in ass, and her thumb in her pussy, she gyrated her hips, moving her ass up and off the floor. Cathy blushed deep red and looked away. "Oh god Erin!" cheered India, I've got to try that when my turn comes up next!"

"It won't be long!" said Kelly prophetically just as Erin came, moaning loudly, her face and bobbing breasts flushing with her orgasm.

"Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle!" cheered India excitedly. Taking her finger out of her ass, Erin gave the bottle twirl. However it was not India's turn to get lucky. The bottle stopped, pointing at Pam.

"Well, age before beauty!" said Pam opening her legs.

On the couch, Cathy sighed. Although she was still embarrassed and uncomfortable she was also getting bored. Sensing her mood, Del said "why don't you join in?"

Cathy looked at her coolly and said "now don't you start too!"

Del smiled "so Erin's been pressuring you again, I see".

"Yes" sighed Cathy. "Does it show that bad?"

"Well, yes, but then again I'm trained to see these things." On the floor the women cheered again as Pam climaxed with her second orgasm.

"Hmm" said Cathy. "Well I guess I'll have to try harder not to be so obvious."

"Why?" said Del. You need to be true to yourself and Erin." However she could see that Cathy was clearly troubled and uncomfortable. There was an obvious tension between her and Erin over the plans to raid the storage facility which tonight's pussy party only seemed to exacerbate. But Del could also sense that something else was contributing to this tension. Somehow Erin and the other ex-slaves had managed to overcome the engineered inhibitions of the Venkatesan Modification and disassociate themselves from the promises of the New Social Contract. This was, at least in part, explainable by their past experiences as diapered slaves. Cathy on the other hand was still clearly constrained by both. Could this be the source of the hidden tension between them? Was it jealousy? Possibly, but Del's intuition told her otherwise. India, unlike Cathy was not nearly as inhibited by the outrageous behavior of the ex-slaves even though she suffered from the same built-in social constraints. Of course, India was always free-spirited and readily at ease in almost any social situation no matter how bizarre; that was her profession. Still, Cathy seemed overly bothered by Erin's behavior. It was more than the outrageous sexual antics of her friend and lover or a frustrated desire to be more free-spirited that was troubling her. Del looked at Cathy, probing her eyes, for some hint to her emotions and thoughts.

However Cathy just stared back, her eyes hard, concealing the contents of her mind. Cathy could sense Del's suspicions but she did not wish to discuss them with the psychtech. What is 'truth' anyways Cathy wondered? Soon she would find out, and the others as well.

The room erupted in another burst of excited cheering as Pam twirled the bottle and it stopped in front of India. The slight blond party girl opened and closed her legs excitedly and said "I'm beginning to like this!"

Chapter 7: Life in the Underground

Kathryn woke to find herself lying naked on the floor of a small high-ceiled, black-stoned, and very bare cell. Looking around the small dark unfamiliar room, Kathryn blinked, trying to remember how she had gotten there. Sitting-up, her enormous breasts filling the space in front of her, Kathryn shook her head fighting to clear away the fog that clogged cognition while she waited for the flood of memory to rush upon her mind. When it came, a second or so latter, she heard herself gasp and felt her body shake as she physically relived the horrible events of the previous evening, her compressed memories suddenly released like a sonic boom, into a shuttering climax of awareness too terrible to be confined completely within her head.

Still not quite believing that what had happened was real and hoping somehow that she was in some dark dream, Kathryn looked down and examined her body. Immediately she saw her pierced nipples and the chain hanging between her breasts, and the tattoos on her ankle, arm, and hand. Opening her legs, Kathryn looked at her pisshonie, which was denuded of hair and bare. "Oh god!" she moaned, tears welling up in her eyes. It was real! The nightmare was real! Falling back to the floor Kathryn began to sob, her beautiful body shaking with her emotion and the uncertainty of why she had come to be in this awful place.

After an indeterminate amount of time Kathryn stopped crying and sat up again. Regaining her composure she began to wonder exactly where she was. Standing up, she examined her surroundings. The cell was small and it's only opening a single heavy wooden door, studded with black pointed metal. The walls, ceiling, and floor were made of rough black stone, unbroken except for a small hole about 3 inches in diameter in one corner. Walking over to the nearest wall, Kathryn brushed her finger tips against the stone, feeling the rough surface scraping against her skin. The stone was identical to the stone of the Castle, but this offered little clue to Kathryn who had seen only a small portion of the massive structure. If she was in the Castle, Kathryn knew, she could be almost anywhere. Clearly she had never been anywhere near this room, that much was certain. But this was also not saying a lot. Except for one short trip to the mainland for her physical exam, Kathryn had never left the Island, spending most of her life in or near the school house. As far as she knew, she might be anywhere.

Looking around the room added nothing to what she already knew. The cell contained no furniture, not even a small stool or chair on which to sit. The walls were bare also, as was the ceiling. Exhausting the room, Kathryn turned to examine herself. The tattoos and bare pisshonie she had noted earlier. Feeling her skin, she confirmed what she already knew: she was completely naked except for the chain that hung between her breasts. Running her hands through her short hair further confirmed her plight. Kathryn sighed. Physically she was unharmed, although her breasts ached and she felt dirty and sticky, and she knew that she probably smelled too. Kathryn was also aware that she needed to pee. She could feel that her bladder was quite full and it was beginning to get painful. Looking around the room, she spotted the hole in the corner again.

Walking towards the hole, she looked down into it. The hole was just a black circle and Kathryn could not see more than an inch or two into it. Its purpose was a mystery and her examination left Kathryn no more enlighten than she had been a moment earlier as to its purpose. Looking around, she shrugged her shoulders. Oh well, she thought, it was either here or on the floor. Squatting over the hole, Kathryn looked between her legs and did her best to aim. Relaxing, she saw a flood of urine leave her body and more or less descend into the hole. When she was finished, Kathryn stood up and blushed. It was humiliating to have to pee like that, something she had never done before, a toilet always being available. Looking at the floor she noted the splattered urine around the mysterious opening, despite her best effort at aiming. Kathryn knew that if she were forced to spend a few days or longer in the cell, the room would soon smell of stale urine, especially if her aim did not improve. Well, if it isn't meant for this purpose thought Kathryn, at least someone would notice eventually and with luck, investigate.

With her immediate needs satisfied, Kathryn began to dwell on this point. Even though she did not know where she was, the people that put her here surely did. Although she did not know how much time had passed, it could not have been too long, for although Kathryn felt hungry and a bit thirsty, she was not anywhere near the point of extreme privation; at least not yet. And this led her full-circle to begin wondering again why she had been treated like this and who was responsible for putting her in this awful room.

The sudden turn of events the previous evening (Kathryn guessed that not more than a day had passed), left her perplexed. Within a few hours she had gone from a joyous bride to a convicted criminal punished in the harshest manner possible and condemned to…to what? Thinking back she tried to recall the tumultuous events from the time when Laura had so inopportunely walked in on her in the bridal chamber. Oh god! Kathryn lamented to herself, why had Laura chosen that exact moment to enter the room? A few minutes later and none of this would have happened! She would now be with Alex on their honeymoon, happy and carefree instead of being locked up in this rough dim cell. Fighting back more tears, Kathryn forced herself to focus on recalling what had happened, hoping for some clue or critical insight into her plight. However, the shock of the discovery, the sudden rush of Headmistress Echo and all the others into the room, and the general excitement that had followed, left Kathryn's memory a confused blur. Try as she might, she could not piece together with any coherence the sequence of events that had followed from that terrible moment of discovery.

As she wracked her brain, bits and pieces few by in sudden and sharp clarity: standing before Prudence in her office, the skeptical and worried look on her Headmistress's face, Alex's stern and solemn composure as she stood slightly watching the proceedings, the flash of bright lights as she entered the room where the awful Susan had forced her to perform unspeakable acts, and the roar of the crowd as she was led into the courtyard. But try as she might, Kathryn could not congeal these snippets of clarity into a coherent sequence of events. Sighing Kathryn rubbed her face in her hands, and leaning back against one of the walls of her cell, pushed her head back against the black stone, closing her eyes, tears of sorrow, loneliness, and frustration running hotly and slowly down the sides of her face.

Kathryn must have fallen asleep, for the sound of metal thudding against the outside of the wooded door to her cell accompanied by muffled voices jarred her back to full awareness. Kathryn stood up hurriedly her enormous breasts swaying and the chain between them tinkling, as the door opened admitting a soft glow of reddish light into the cell. Blushing, Kathryn covered herself the best she could with her hands and arms as Laura followed by two women dressed in short white tunics entered the room.

"Oh, thank god!" said Kathryn on seeing the familiar face. "Please Laura you've got to tell Alex and everyone it's all a terrible mistake!" But before she could continue, Laura crossed the room in three swift steps and backhanded her roughly across the mouth, almost causing Kathryn to loose her balance and fall.

"Silent slut!" she commanded harshly. "Slaves speak only when they are spoken to!"

Kathryn straightened herself, rubbing her cheek, too startled by Laura's violent and sudden action to respond. Looking at Laura she was astonished by her stern demeanor and the almost visible aura of harshness that seemed to emanate from her person. Laura was dressed as usual in her back uniform, but her face was taught and expressionless. The two women behind her, stood meekly with eyes downcast, as if trying to remain unnoticed and detached. One of them seemed to suppress a shiver, as if cold. Both stood barefoot, their gaze riveted to the same spot on the floor as if the stone tile there required their intense study to remain in place. They were dressed identically in short, plain white tunics fastened about the waist by a narrow white sash. The garments did little to cover their bodies, for the tunics were open on each side from the shoulder to where they ended just slightly below the crotch. The deep v-necks and open sides exposed their breasts to even the most casual observer and it was clear that each woman was completely naked under the short thin fabric. Kathryn knew that even the slightest movement would expose the most imitate body parts of their bodies to anyone who cared to see. Who are these women? Wondered Kathryn, more confused than ever.