Notes From The Underground

But before Kathryn could ponder this further, Laura spoke again "it's time to begin your training." Turning to the almost naked women behind her she said "take her and clean her up." The two women in the white tunics immediately abandoned their study of the floor tile and went to Kathryn's side, each taking one of her arms. "This way" said one matter-of-factly. Kathryn, who was still recovering from Laura's rough treatment, felt her legs move automatically as the two women led her towards the cell door, "But…" she started to say. However one of her escorts looked at her disapprovingly and shaking her head said "Shush!" and the pair hurriedly rushing her out the door before Kathryn could say anything else.

Outside, Kathryn found herself in a long corridor with an arched ceiling lit by the same dim reddish light that had entered her cell when the door had been opened just moments before. Walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of the same rough back stone (although the slightly grayer colored floor seemed smoother to her bare feet than it looked). Periodically, Kathryn could see heavy wooden doors along the walls and occasionally a pair of open double doors that if closed would seal off the corridor they were in. As they walked, Kathryn became deeply embarrassed by her nakedness, with the swaying of her enormous breasts and the tinkling of the chain between them serving as constant reminders of her state of undress. Skimpy as they were, Kathryn envied the short tunics her escorts wore. However her embarrassment was moderated by her confusion and the intense desire to understand where she was and why. Laura's harsh behavior had only deepened the mystery for her; everyone and everything she had known only the day before seemed to have been turned topsy-turvy, as if the world she had known up to this point had been an illusion or a lie. Several times as they walked Kathryn tried to question her escorts, but each time they just shook their heads saying "Not now. All will become clear in due time."

After what seemed a mile or more (but was actually no more than a few hundred yards), they turned into an open set of double doors in the wall to their left and entered a large room with a padded table in the center and shower heads along one wall. The room looked and felt like a locker room (except for the open shower area) and contained various items supporting this conclusion: towels neatly stacked on a shelf, a hamper near the doors, and various sundry items such as containers of soap, powder, and antiseptics for cleaning. After releasing her arms, one of the escorts pointed to wall with the shower heads and said "clean yourself, but don't rub your pussy more than necessary".

Kathryn blushed at the sudden reminder of nakedness as well as the use of the taboo word 'pussy'. However, the thought of a hot shower lifted her spirits ever so slightly; she felt dirty and sticky and it was clear that she must smell awful. Glancing at the wall she hesitated, tempted by the thought the warm water running over her, but appalled at the idea of showering in front of these two strangers. For in all her life, Kathryn had never bathed in front of another woman, and the thought of these two women watching her touch herself, even for the purposes of cleaning her body, left her completely embarrassed. "But there's no…I mean its open…" protested Kathryn.

One of the women seemed to sense her embarrassment and said reassuringly, "I know, but I am afraid that's the way things are around here. In time, it won't seem so bad. Unfortunately, we cannot leave you, but I assure you, we all watch each other shower here." Kathryn looked at the woman searching her face for additional reassurance and she smiled slightly nodding her head towards the showers. "Don't worry dear we won't be staring at you. But you better hurry before Laura comes as she will expect you to be finished by then."

"OK" said Kathryn responding to the first semblance of sympathy she had encountered since the previous evening. "But can you tell me where I am, and what this place is, and who you are, and why I am here?"

The women looked at her sadly and said "there will be time for that later but briefly, my name is Phoebe and I have been assigned to you during your training. You are, of course, in the dungeon of Zax Castle, and as for the reason you are here, you should know that better than me."

A string of questions rushed through Kathryn's mind at this new information. It made sense that she was in Zax Castle, since this was confirmed by the black stone of their surroundings; but the dungeon? Where was that? Kathryn had never heard of, or seen a dungeon on her (admittedly) few trips to the Castle. Worse, the women Phoebe had not been able to answer her most important question: why was she here at all? Instead she seemed to think that she, Kathryn, knew the answer to this. "But…"

"Later" said Phoebe cutting her off. "You don't want to anger Laura, and believe me she will be angry if you're not done before she gets here. Now hurry, we've wasted enough time already."

Kathryn sensed Phoebe's urgency and could see that both her escorts we clearly afraid of Laura. Why Kathryn could not understand, but her mouth still hurt from the slap she had received earlier and so she decided that, until matters became clearer, it was probably best to go along. Besides, she did need a shower, and perhaps they would give her something to wear once she was clean. Going over to the wall with the shower heads, she stepped under the closest one and immediacy warm water cascaded down onto her sticky body. The water felt wonderful and Kathryn stood for several minutes luxuriating in the flow as it washed over her body. Unfortunately, the heads were mounted so that the water streamed down parallel to the wall instead of outwards, forcing Kathryn to stand sideways instead of facing the wall, with her back to the room. This eliminated any small amount of privacy that she might have afforded herself and Kathryn again hesitated under the water before starting cleaning herself. Glancing sideways she saw, much to her surprise, that Phoebe and the other woman had busied themselves around the padded table in the center of the room. They were absorbed in some task, and not even looking at her. Slightly relieved, Kathryn rushed to wash herself before they completed whatever it was they were doing. Taking some soap from the dispenser on the wall, Kathryn rubbed the cleanser into her skin.

Back at the school, Kathryn had, of course, always showered alone in the privacy of her own bathroom which adjoined her bedroom. Touching the private parts of her body was a necessary evil, but Kathryn had come to secretly enjoy doing so after she entered adolescence. Fondling her breasts and nipples while she washed her pisshonie had become more routine that even she would have liked to admit, and as she had grown older, her showers had become longer and longer. She had even taken the handle from the cleaning wand with her into the shower on more than one occasion. The thought of the handle however made her stomach tighten with anxiety, for more than anything else it laid at the root of all her troubles. If only she had returned it instead of keeping it! However, now was not the time to dwell on such embarrassing and shameful thoughts. Glancing sideways again to make sure Phoebe and the other woman were not watching her, Kathryn took some soap and rubbed her pisshonie hurriedly. More than another other part of her body, this area felt the most dirty and even Kathryn could smell herself there. Taking more soap, she rubbed her ass, blushing as memories of the previous evening flew through her mind. After washing her enormous breasts, Kathryn rinsed her body and then washed her hair.

When she was done, she reluctantly turned around to face to room, and much to her embarrassment, Phoebe stood watching her, a large white towel in her arms. "Here" she said, extending the towel, "dry off quickly Laura will be here at any moment."

Kathryn took the towel and opening it, covered her body, and started patting herself dry with the soft thick cloth. The towel was warm and it felt good to have something covering her nakedness, even if just partially. However Phoebe anxiously said "please hurry. When you are done, put the towel in the hamper." Kathryn however was not at all anxious to surrender the towel, and she took her time, making sure every small part of her body was thoroughly dry. "Please!" said Phoebe finally. "I can hear Laura coming! Put the towel in the hamper!"

Kathryn did not understand why Phoebe was so afraid of having Laura see her with the towel, and she was still reluctant to depart with her only covering. "Can I have something to put on please?" she inquired.

Phoebe frowned and said "Yes, as soon as Laura gets here, but don't let her catch you drying yourself or she'll be angry." Kathryn wanted to ask her why she was so worried about upsetting Laura, but she could see the anxious pleading in the other woman's eyes, and decided that it would probably be best to comply. Reluctantly, she walked over to the hamper to deposit the towel. She had just dropped the towel in the hamper when Laura entered the room.

Without even glancing at Kathryn she asked Phoebe "is everything ready?"

"Yes Mistress" said Phoebe, eyes downcast.

"Good. Put the slut on the table and bring me a pair of extra thick diapers and some lubricant."

"Yes Mistress" said Phoebe rushing to Kathryn's side and taking her arm. Kathryn was again confused and she opened her mouth to speak, but Phoebe glanced sharply at her and shook her head before she could utter a word. Kathryn found herself moving towards the padded table as Phoebe escorted her across the room. When they reached the table, Phoebe said "get up on the table and lay on your back."

Kathryn looked at the table which closely resembled the exam tables where she had been so regularly embarrassed every year (not to mention yesterday). The only difference was that this table was longer and lacked leg stirrups. Looking a Phoebe, Kathryn turned white with anxiety and fear. Being examined by a medtech in front of Headmistress Echo had been embarrassing enough. Having Laura, Phoebe, and the other woman look at her in so intimate a way was too humiliating to contemplate. Phoebe must have sensed her anxiety, for she took Kathryn by the arm again and said, "Here, it's a bit high, let me help you." Before Kathryn could protest, she found herself being gently pushed against the table in front of a small step that protruded from the side. Phoebe pushed her arm upwards, urging her onto the step.

Kathryn wanted to protest, but just then Laura said "enough! I told you to get the diapers. The slut can get on the table without your help!"

"Yes Mistress, right away Mistress" said Phoebe releasing Kathryn's arm and rushing towards one of the tables that lined the wall. Kathryn was startled by the rough tone of Laura's words, and being half up on the step, instinctively followed Phoebe's lead and climbed hurriedly onto the table.

Phoebe returned a moment later with a stack of smooth white cloths and a large tube of what looked to be some kind of ointment. Laura walked over to the table and said "on your back slut and spread your legs."

Kathryn was equally shocked by the tone and subject of Laura's words. "Please Laura…" she began, trying to cover herself the best she could with her arms, hands and legs.

But before she could continue, the sting of another heavy slap across the mouth greeted her words and Laura bellowed "silence! You are never to speak to me unless spoken to first. And you are to call me Mistress. The next time I have to remind you of this, I promise you, you will regret it. Now get on your back and open your legs!"

Kathryn was so shocked by Laura's harsh words and commanding tone, that she found herself automatically complying, unable for the moment to respond emotionally or otherwise to such brutal treatment. When she was had laid down on the table Laura said "put your feet on the table, knees bent, and open your legs." Kathryn blushed at the thought of exposing herself like this, her pisshonie on full display just inches in front of Laura. She had dreaded the thought of exposing herself to Alex on their wedding night, even with repeated reassurances from Headmistress Echo and Aunt India that she would find it pleasurable. Their instance that she 'do her duty' and 'make Alex happy' had forced her to eventually resign herself to this unsettling fact of married life. However this was something she could not even begin to contemplate. She knew Laura, and the thought of exposing herself to someone who was a familiar was appalling beyond words. Only Alex was ever supposed to see her pisshonie, and then in total privacy. To make matters worse, Kathryn felt a twitch of pleasure between her legs at the thought of exposing herself to Laura. Oh god! she thought, maybe I really am one of those girls. But Laura would give her no time to contemplate this further, moving her hand to her left wrist, she pressed a button on the band there, and immediately Kathryn felt the nipples of her breasts go rigid and waves of hot pain sweep into her enormous breasts.

Kathryn yelped in surprise and pain and moaned "Oh god! Please! Stop please!"

"Open your legs slut!" commanded Laura.

The pain was so intense that Kathryn could barely breathe or hear her words; anything would be better than the searing pain in her chest, so Kathryn spread her legs, all embarrassment instantly forgotten. Immediately the pain stopped and Kathryn found herself breathing rapidly, trying to catch her breath.

For her part, Laura did not even pause, "diaper" she said extending her hand in Phoebe's direction. Taking the offered diaper, Laura commanded "lift your hips". Still breathing hard as she fought to catch her breath, Kathryn lifted her hips off the table as if in a dream, some other conscious entity now in control of her body. Laura immediately opened the diaper and slid the cloth under Kathryn's ass. "You can lower your hips slut" she said. Kathryn again complied without thinking, still focusing on her breathing. "Lube" said Laura extending her hand. Phoebe immediately placed a large tube of lubricating jelly into Laura open hand, as if she were assisting a medtech in some complicated operation. Laura took the tube and placed it over Kathryn's pussy and running it along her slit, spread the entire contents over her lips and clitoris. Kathryn who had started to recover gasped as the cold jelly spread over the most intimate area of her body. But before she could react further, Laura had finished emptying the tube and was pulling the front part of the diaper over her pisshonie.

The feel of the thick soft cloth between her legs and the cold jelly covering her pisshonie sent a small thrill of pleasure through her body. Oh god! Kathryn thought, horrified at this new feeling. How can I be even remotely excited by this? But Laura left her no time to examine her feelings further, "get up and off the table" she commanded. Kathryn, who was embarrassed beyond words at having to lie on the table, was only too happy to comply. Sitting up, she swung her legs over the edge of the table and stepped gingerly to the floor, the cool stone pressing against her feet. The full effect of the diaper became instantly apparent to her, as she stood upright with the bulky garment between her legs. The diaper seemed huge, thick, and heavy. Its outer surface was coated in a plastic like material that was smooth and slippery. Looking at her waist, she could see that the material was a good inch (or more) thick there. Her behind felt enormous, as if someone had attached a huge puff ball of cotton there. But by far the worst thing was the bulk between her legs. The diaper seemed extra thick there, so thick that she could not stand with her legs together. As she tried to place her feet in their accustomed position for standing, the diaper was squeezed between her legs, pushing the thick soft cloth and lubricant into her pisshonie. Much to Kathryn's surprise, this sent small waves of excitement though her pisshonie and added to her inner dread and anxiety.

As Kathryn tried to adjust to these new sensations and feelings Laura said, "You are now a diapered slave of Zax. Tomorrow your training will begin. For now, you are expected to comply at all times (and without question) with the Seven Cardinal Rules. If you obey these, your situation will be more to your liking; if not you will be severely punished." Laura then produced a small gold colored pyramid from one of the pockets of her uniform, and taking it, fastened it to the chain that hung between Kathryn's enormous breasts. "Let this serve as a reminder to you of your new situation, and of things yet to come". Kathryn looked down at the small gold weight that Laura had attached to her chain. It was surprisingly heavy and, the chain which had to this point, hung freely now sagged noticeably with the weight. Kathryn's nipples which had not yet fully recovered began to throb slightly and ache. Turning to Phoebe, Laura said "take her to the recreation room and feed her. I will be by later to place you in your cell for the evening." With that Laura turned and left the room before leaving Kathryn both sore and dumbfounded.

Kathryn stood blinking, starring at the empty space where Laura had stood just moments before, and trying to comprehend what had just happened. Diapered slave? Rules? Mistresses? What was happening? It was as if she had awakened in some bizarre medieval period in the past, a time before true civilization had started and where barbaric and long forgotten customs and rituals governed the lives of the inhabitants. Phoebe must have sensed her confusion, for taking Kathryn's arm she said, "You must be hungry. Come with me, and we can talk while you eat."

Kathryn looked at the only women who had been kind and half-way normal towards her and was surprised to realize that despite all the trials and travails she had endured thus far, she was, in fact, very hungry. As she started walking along besides Phoebe, she realized it had probably been at least a day or more since she had last eaten, and given the horrific 'clean-out' of her digestive track by the nasty and terrible Susan, she was truly 'empty' and in need of food. As if she needed further evidence, Kathryn's stomach growled, complaining of its empty state. Although Kathryn's mind was full of questions, she did not speak as they walked along the same red-lit corridor they had taken earlier. Instead, her mind was overloaded by all the new and discomforting sensations it was receiving from her body. The diaper between her legs felt incredibly bulky and it made walking difficult. Kathryn felt as if she were waddling like a duck and she found if difficult to keep pace with Phoebe. Adding to the awkward effect was the lube Laura had placed between her legs and the slippery outer coating of the diaper. The latter, seemed frictionless and slid over the inner cloth making a noticeable swishing sound with each step. Worse yet was the lube between Kathryn's legs. As she walked, she could feel it spreading into her ass and up the front of her pudenda. Kathryn felt as slick and slippery inside as she did outside. And if all that was not enough, the weight Laura had added to her chain pulled mercilessly downward with each step further torturing her aching, and now throbbing nipples.

Just as she was beginning to adjust a little to walking in the bulky diaper, Phoebe turned into another set of double doors on their left and they entered a brightly lit room filled with tables and chairs. "Here we are" she announced, waving her arm around the room.