Notes From The Underground

However as she lay in the darkness, sweating, the cramps instead of subsiding began to come more often, and became more intense. Before long, Kathryn was covered in sweat, and no matter how she adjusted her body on the padded floor, she could not get comfortable or, more importantly, lessen the severity of the steadily worsening and increasingly more frequent cramps. After a few more sets, Kathryn sat up, and tried to rub her aching stomach. However the gloved hands rendered her efforts useless and the best she could do was fold her arms across her abdomen and rock gently back and forth. By now it was obvious to Kathryn that her time was quickly running out and that she would never make it to morning, whenever that might be. She knew that if she did not get to the toilet soon, well…she was going to have an accident. In desperation she called out "Phoebe! Phoebe, are you awake? Please!"

Phoebe who and been sleeping soundly woke up to the sound of Kathryn's voice calling her name. Sitting up on her bed, she looked across the room to see Kathryn covered in sweat, sitting on the floor and rocking herself back and forth, arms across her stomach. "Are you alright?" she said.

"No" said Kathryn "I need to use the toilet real bad! Please help me!"

Phoebe went over to bars that divided the cell and knelt down on the floor opposite Kathryn. "What's wrong, you look awful?"

"It's these cramps. I woke up with them awhile ago and they are getting worse. I can barely hold out and if I don't get to the toilet real soon I am going to loose control and…"

Phoebe looked at the poor suffering young woman sympathetically and extending her right arm through the bars, and rubbed her shoulder with her hand. She had been through this before with some of the other diapered slaves and she knew there was nothing she could do for Kathryn. "Just try and relax" she said, continuing to rub Kathryn's shoulder and arm.

Kathryn looked at her, her eyes pleading, "Please" she said, "help me, please!"

But there was nothing Phoebe could do, except try and prepare Kathryn for the inevitable. "I'm sorry Kathryn but there is nothing I can do; only Laura can open the bars."

"Can't you call her?" asked Kathryn, another set of cramps starting to sweep though her tortured stomach.

But Phoebe just looked at her sadly and shook her head. "No, I have no way of communicating with her. And even if I did, it's doubtful she'd come."

Kathryn wanted to cry, but instead she squeezed the cheeks of her ass, fighting to keep control over her bowels. "Oh god!" She cried, "It huts so bad!"

"I know" said Phoebe sympathetically.

Kathryn knew her situation was beyond desperate. At best she might survive the next set, or at most two, before the evitable happened. The thought of messing herself horrified Kathryn, especially in front of Phoebe. However as these thoughts went through her mind, she could feel the familiar tingle of pleasure in her pisshonie and this was even more terrible than the thought of messing herself. How can I be excited by this? She asked herself. "Oh god" she groaned. "Please help me!"

Phoebe knew that Kathryn could not hold out any longer, and continuing to rub her arm softly she said "I know it hurts. Just relax and let it go Kathryn. It's OK, it's OK."

Kathryn looked up at Phoebe, tears of pain in her eyes. The older woman stared back at her, a look of intense empathy and pity on her face. Still Kathryn could not bring herself to voluntarily mess herself, especially in front of Phoebe. "Oh god!" she moaned. But Kathryn's time for resisting had come to an end. No sooner had these words left her mouth than another set of intense cramps gripped her abdomen. Kathryn moaned, and squeezed the cheeks of her ass together as tightly as she could, gritting her teeth, concentrating all her strength on controlling her bowels. But the cramps were too strong and refused to subside, gripping Kathryn in an iron vice of intense pain and unrelenting pressure. For a moment time seemed to stop for Kathryn as she struggled to keep control, every muscle in her lower body engaged in the battle against itself. Kathryn could feel the cheeks of her ass quivering and then wavering as the assault continued unabated. And then, without warning, she lost control.

Inches away across the immovable divide that separated them, Phoebe saw Kathryn turn completely pale and her body shudder. The poor girl's eyes flew open and she half moaned, half yelled, "Oh no! Oh god no!"

For Kathryn the act of messing herself was almost an orgasmic relief. She could feel her ass cheeks give way, the muscles loosening and then collapsing like ice falling off wall. This was instantly followed by the sensation of warm mush filling her ass and then the surrounding diaper in one long continuous fluid flow that brought a relief to her tortured body that almost bordered on pleasure. The flow seemed to go on forever, and Kathryn felt her bottom rising steadily off the padded floor, as if her diaper were being inflated with air. She was so surprised by the volume of her 'accident' that she gasped, thinking for a moment that some other source besides her body must be supplying all this material to her diaper.

When the flow finally stopped, Kathryn found herself looking directly at Phoebe who was still stroking her arm, sympathetically. Kathryn blushed red from her hairline to her waist with the realization of what she had just done and the fact that Phoebe had witnessed it. Worse, the act of messing herself also made Kathryn loose control of her bladder and she could now feel herself wetting uncontrollably. "Oh god no!" she moaned, rocking herself back and forth in her warm, wet mess. Although Kathryn did not realize it, this last act was a critical error on her part that was to prove even more embarrassing than what she had just done.

As she sat on the floor, her legs crossed, rocking back and forth, the mess she sat in spread foreword into the front of her diaper and up between her open legs. Before Kathryn realized what was happening, the warm mush that filled her diaper had also spread upwards, over her pisshonie, covering her most imitate area in yellow-brown paste. By the time Kathryn became aware that the contents of her diaper had spread over her pisshonie, it was too late. "Oh no!" she said looking down between her legs. Nothing was visible, but Kathryn could feel the warm mush covering her pisshonie. Instinctively, she moved her hands to wipe the horrible discharge away, but her gloved hands were useless for a task such as this. With no dexterity left in her encased fingers, Kathryn found herself brushing her heavily padded hands against the equally heavily padded crotch of the diaper. However, the outer coating of the both the gloves and the diaper were smooth and slippery and Kathryn's padded hands slid ineffectively along her crotch. The net effect of her efforts was to make matters even worse inside the diaper. Instead of brushing the mush off her pisshonie, Kathryn did the exact opposite: she pushed the pasty discharge covering her pisshonie into her slit.

"I wouldn't do that" warned Phoebe who was watching Kathryn's suffering.

But Kathryn was hysterical her mind fighting for some positive action whereby she could regain some control over her body. "Oh god! It's all over me!" she screamed. "It's in my pisshonie! Not there! I can't leave it there! On god! No!"

Phoebe sat up on her heels and putting both her arms through the bars, grabbed Kathryn by the shoulders and shook her. "Kathryn!" she yelled. "Listen to me! You're making matters worse for yourself! Stop rubbing yourself, you're only pushing it deeper inside your pussy!"

Kathryn stopped as abruptly as she started and looked at Phoebe wild eyed. Phoebe looked back her and said "Listen, you're not helping yourself. Leave it alone. It can't hurt you its sterile, like I told you earlier. You're just spreading it more by doing that."

Kathryn looked at Phoebe and tears of shame and frustration filled her eyes. Bringing her gloved hands up, she burred in face in the soft padding and wept. Phoebe held her arms and rubbed them trying to reassure the young woman "It's OK Kathryn. It's not your fault. There is nothing you could have done. Laura meant for you to mess yourself."

Kathryn looked up, tears still in her eyes. "What?" she half screamed. "Oh god! It's all over me. I'm so embarrassed and ashamed. Oh god!"

"Calm down" said Phoebe still holding her arms. "It's the food, they do this to all the diapered slaves. There is nothing you can do. After all you have to eat."

Kathryn looked at Phoebe in shock as the realization spread over her face. Yes, of course they must have put something in her food; some kind of laxative. Oh god! She thought would this nightmare ever end?

It took Kathryn a few more minutes to clam down and stop crying. Phoebe kept reassuring her that she would be OK. Finally Kathryn resigned herself, and said "When will I get to change this diaper?"

"In the morning" said Phoebe. "All slaves get a least one shower a day, usually in the morning. In your case, you will probably get one every time you use your diaper, though you may have to stay in it awhile before you are changed."

"Great!" said Kathryn "This just keeps getting worse and worse. I'm I going to have to mess myself like this every night?"

"It depends" said Phoebe. "But during your training, Laura might make things unpleasant for you. My understanding is, from talking with the other diapered slaves, that unless they are being punished, they normally aren't forced to mess themselves quite like this."

Kathryn brightened a little at this. "What is this training?" she asked.

Phoebe looked at her considering. "You will be trained by Laura and Alex's staff concerning your duties as one of Zax's slaves" she finally said.

At the mention of Alex's name, Kathryn sat up. "You mean Alex is in charge of training the slaves?"

Phoebe sighed. "Not in charge of training; she's in charge of everything here: the dungeon, and everyone and everything in it. Only Prudence has more power than Alex when it comes to the day to day operations of the Castle and dungeon."

Kathryn was shocked at this new revelation. How could Alex, the women she loved and had married, and who she was prepared to give her body and mind to as lover, wife, and the mother of their children be in charge of this terrible place? Worse, if Alex was in charge, she must know…"You mean that Alex is in charge here? In charge of Laura?"

"Yes, of course. She in charge of Laura, all the medical staff, maintenance staff, security staff, slaves, everyone."

"Then she must know I'm here" said Kathryn.

"Undoubtedly" said Phoebe. "Not only that, she probably knew you were coming here for a long time."

Phoebe's words hit Kathryn like pile of bricks. "Oh god! How could that be? How could Alex have known about this all along? Memories of Alex flooded Kathryn's mind as she recalled all the private and intimate moments they had spent together: their first kiss, the walks in the moonlight in the school's gardens, the honeymoon plans. "I can't believe it!" said Kathryn. "Alex could never do this to me! Laura must be keeping this secret from her. I've got to talk to her!"

But Phoebe shook her head solemnly. "I can assure you, Alex knows exactly where you are and everything that has happened to you."

Kathryn however could not believe this and said "But…"

However Phoebe cut her off. "Look there is no point in debating this. You will find out the truth soon enough. I suggest you make yourself as comfortable as possible, and get some sleep. You're going to need it tomorrow."

Kathryn could see that there was no point in debating this further. Phoebe was right, she would find out eventually and there was little they could do locked in this cell. The thought of sleeping in the soiled diaper was not something Kathryn relished however. She was deeply humiliated by what she had just done in front of Phoebe, and worse her pisshonie was tingling with pleasure, even though it was covered by her warm mess. In fact, the thought of the mush in her diaper covering her most imitate and private parts, sent secret shivers of excitement trough Kathryn's entire body. What was wrong with her? She thought. How can I be so excited by doing such a shameful and humiliating thing? The tension between revulsion and sexual excitement by what she had done fueled an intense desire in Kathryn to be out of the diaper. Holding up her gloved hands and blushing intensely she said, "Can you take the diaper off me?"

Phoebe looked at Kathryn's diaper, thinking. The diaper was clearly soiled she saw. It bulged with Kathryn's mess, its thick absorbent material swollen from the fluids Kathryn's body had released. Having changed some of the diapered slaves before, Phoebe knew, that the contents would be a god-awful mess. Worse, there was nothing in the cell they were in to clean Kathryn's body once the diaper was removed. Although the cell contained a toilet and a sink, there was no paper only water to clean up with and Phoebe knew the bidet hose would never reach across the room to where Kathryn was. And if all this were not enough, she knew there would be hell to pay if Laura did not find the diaper on Kathryn in the morning; for neither slave had permission to remove it. "I think it would be better if you left it on" said Phoebe "there's no way to clean you up once the diaper is removed. You'll just end up spreading the mess all over yourself and the pad you're sitting on."

Although Kathryn was uncomfortable in the diaper and completely humiliated, she could instantly see that Phoebe, as usual, was right. If they removed the diaper, the mess inside that covered the diaper and her body would inevitably be spread all over the padding on the floor. With no way to wipe if off her body, it was not clear that she would be any more comfortable anyways. Besides, her mess didn't smell bad; the only smell was a faint yeasty order being emitted from the diaper that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant. Totally embarrassed, Kathryn sighed and said "Your right. I'll tough it out."

"Good girl" said Phoebe getting up and walking back to her bed. "Try and get some sleep."

"OK" said Kathryn resigned to her fate, "good night and thanks!" Kathryn settled herself on her left side facing the bars, trying to minimize the contact between the soiled inner surfaces of the diaper, her body, and the floor. After wiggling around for a few minutes Kathryn managed to get reasonably comfortable as she tried to relax and fall to sleep. The messy diaper however proved a constant irritation; it felt incredibly bulky now that she had soiled it, not to mention being hot and humid. Worse than the physical discomfort was the psychological misery; Kathryn felt dirty and humiliated. Adding to all this was the tingle she felt in her pisshonie. The familiar thrill of pleasure between her legs was perhaps the most disquieting sensation of all. Not for the last time, Kathryn admonished herself at feeling this way. How could she be so craven? To be excited by messing herself like this, and no less in front of Phoebe, who had witnessed everything? Kathryn blushed again recalling what had happened. But try as she might, the feeling between her legs would not go away, but rather seemed to be growing more intense and immediate.

It was like an itch spreading over a larger and larger patch of skin. At first Kathryn tried to dismiss it, as 'impure thoughts from a bad-girl' or at best part of her imagination. However, try as she might, she could not dismiss the growing sensation between her legs. After a while, she found herself squeezing her thighs together, as if trying to scratch an itch between her legs or trying to hold in her pee. However with every squeeze, she could feel the pasty mush being pushed further into her pisshonie, and this seem to paradoxically drive her excitement to even higher levels. After a short while, Kathryn could stand it no longer and sat up again, hoping perhaps for some relief from the change of position, if nothing else.

Sitting with her legs crossed, but wide open, she hoped that maybe this would ease the irritation she felt there. But not even this helped. Kathryn felt flush with excitement, her pisshonie was tingling widely, shivers of pleasure rippling through her crotch, into her ass, thighs, and upwards towards her breasts and nipples. Although her nipples still ached from the chain and weight Laura had added, the shivers of pleasure seemed to be amplified by the ache, which drove them into her enormous breasts and from there into her back and down her spine. This sensation began to intensify, in some sort of positive feedback loop: pisshonie to breasts to spine to ass, back to pisshonie. Each cycle resulted in an increase in the intensity of the pleasure sweeping though her body. Within a few minutes not only was it impossible for Kathryn to ignore, but the entire thing seized her mind as well as her body.

Kathryn could feel that she was loosing her mental grasp on the situation. Her emotions were taking over and all she could think about was her pisshonie, which seemed to be calling out to her for relief. It was like an intense overwhelming itch between her legs, one that she was fast loosing her will power to resist scratching. And like an itch, Kathryn knew that once she started to 'scratch', she would be unable to stop. Looking down between her legs at her padded crotch Kathryn moaned. Nothing could be seen but the thick white padding of the diaper. How could so much be going on inside, yet outwardly everything appear to be so calm and plain? As the moments ticked by, Kathryn used all her will power to resist touching herself, but the more she fought it, the more she became obsessed by the continuing waves of building pleasure emanating from between her legs.

Finally Kathryn could not control herself any longer. "Oh god!" she moaned out-loud and with that she started to rub herself between her legs. However with the padded gloves on, her efforts were completely ineffective. It was like trying to scratch an itch that was buried underneath a thick heavy coat. Her gloved hands slid frictionlessly off her padded crotch, the outer coating of diaper and gloves moving past one another effortlessly. Within seconds Kathryn found herself rubbing furiously, her entire mind and body completely focused on the Sisyphean task.

After a few minutes Kathryn was breathing hard, sweating, and moaning out loud "Oh god! Oh god!" However all her exertions did little to gain her any relief; although her pisshonie screamed for release, Kathryn's best efforts resulted in almost no sensation where it was need most. As Kathryn grew tired she also became frustrated; she was so close, even the smallest tactile pressure would push her over the edge and give her the relief she so desperately need. More in anger than any thing else, she started to pound her crotch with her gloved fists, moaning and groaning, frantically seeking even the slightest feeling on her wild pisshonie.

Phoebe woke again to the sound of Kathryn moaning loudly as she wildly flailed herself. She had been expecting this, but had hoped the poor young woman might be spared. Laura and Alex could be so cruel. Although Phoebe had no way to confirm it, she suspected that the food the diapered slaves ate contained some sort of hormone or chemical that caused intense sexual arousal when it came into contact with the genitalia. What she knew for sure was that all the diapered slaves made sure to avoid spreading their messes over their pussies. Getting up, she rushed over to where Kathryn was. The young woman was covered in sweat, beads dripping from her forehead onto her enormous breasts. So internet was she in her self flagellation that she did not see or hear Phoebe approach. "Kathryn, what wrong? Please stop, you're going to hurt yourself!"