Notes From The Underground

Kathryn paused in her self-abuse and looked up, her eyes wild and her face flushed as if with a fever. "Oh god!" she exclaimed, her blush turning her face bright red. She had forgotten all about Phoebe in her frantic desire. "Oh god! Its…I need…I can't…Oh god!"

"Listen!" said Phoebe "You've got to stop! The gloves and the diapers won't let you stimulate yourself. You're going to hurt yourself!"

"Oh god!" repeated Kathryn continuing to rub herself. "I…I…can't. I must…I have to…it's so close!"

Phoebe knelt down in front of the bars, sitting on her heels. Reaching though the bars, she stroked Kathryn's fevered face and looked at her sympathetically. "It's no use honey, Laura made sure you wouldn't be able to masturbate when she had me put the gloves on your hands. You're killing yourself for nothing."

"Please" said Kathryn desperately "take them off!"

"I can't" Phoebe said. "They are self sealing at the wrists. Laura has to release them and I've nothing here to cut them off with. And even if I did, it would be a really bad idea, since Laura would punish us both severely."

However Kathryn was frantic for relief. Inside the diaper her pisshonie was throbbing and demanding relief. Kathryn knew she did not have the will power to stop; she had never been so excited in her life. The feeling was so intense, that her mind was consumed in a fever-pitched agitation that completely controlled her. Adding to this was another positive feedback-loop that Kathryn had not yet noticed. The more embarrassed and humiliated she was, the more excited she became. Having Phoebe witness her earlier shame and now this, only added fuel to the fire her of her desire.

Looking at Phoebe, Kathryn blushed again and nodding at the other woman's hands said "Please!"

Instantly Phoebe knew what she wanted. Moving her hands from Kathryn's face, she placed them on her diapered crotch. The diaper was thick and swollen and warm from Kathryn's frantic efforts. Moving her hands around, she felt for Kathryn's slit beneath impenetrable material. The slick outer surface of the diaper made her work difficult and Phoebe had to dig her fingers in to make any headway. Underneath things were not much better. The mess inside Kathryn's diaper was also slick and thick and Phoebe had trouble keeping her fingers on target as she probed the padding. Kathryn moaned in pleasure as Phoebe moved her fingers, searching. She knew that even if she found the right spot, she would never be able to keep her fingers there for more than a second or two.

Looking at Kathryn she said "The diaper is so thick this is the best I can do. However I must warn you that Laura is going to see your facial tattoos in the morning and know what happed; and she is going to punish you. Are you sure you want to do this?"

But Kathryn could think of nothing else but relieving the almost-pleasure that was pulsating though her body. Consumed by it, thoughts of possible punishment were too abstract for her to comprehend at that moment. "Please!" she moaned.

Phoebe said "OK" and continued to probe the diaper with her fingers.

"Oh god!" moaned Kathryn. "Please harder, please!"

"That's the best I can do" said Phoebe "the diaper is too thick and swollen here."

"Oh god!" said Kathryn frantically. She could feel Phoebe's fingers, pushing and probing, but they danced around, never saying in the right place long enough. "Oh god! This is so embarrassing!"

For Kathryn time stopped with relief just out of reach. Her embarrassment and shame fueled her desire. She could not believe that Phoebe was doing this to her or the intensity of her fevered excitement. She must have relief! In an effort to gain more sensation she leaned back on her hands and started to shameless thrust her hips in time to Phoebe's probing.

Phoebe watch as Kathryn's breathing grew harder, the thrusting of her hips faster, and her moaning louder. Something had to give soon or the poor young woman would collapse. Reaching down, she pulled up her tunic and spread her legs, exposing her pussy to Kathryn. "Look!" she said "focus on my pussy."

Kathryn looked down between the bars between Phoebe's spread legs and at her exposed pussy. She had never seen the pisshonie of another woman before, only her own. Kathryn's blush deepened and she stared at Phoebe's sex transfixed. Unlike her own, Phoebe's pisshonie still had hair which was matted and wet with her own excitement. Kathryn was surprised by this although later reflection would make this seem embarrassingly naïve. Looking at her companion's sex Kathryn could see her lips were loose and open, revealing the clitoris and moist inside and she found that the sight of Phoebe's pisshonie was both incredibly erotic and exciting. Kathryn turned completely red in shame and embarrassment and looked away. Here she was, sitting in her messy diaper, engaged in this most lewd and shameful of acts with another women who had exposed herself and was assisting her. Worse she was wild with excitement, frantic and out of control with desire for the pleasure no good girl should want. I must be a complete slut thought Kathryn. One of those bad girls Mistress Echo had so warned her about. Oh god! Why did I ever keep that handle? Perhaps I do deserve all this; to be punished and humiliated.

"Look at me!" repeated Phoebe, rubbing and probing Kathryn's crotch.

Kathryn looked at Phoebe's exposed pisshonie again and the erotic sight of the wet matted hair and loose moist pink lips drove her over the edge. Kathryn could feel the wave of intense pleasure explode outward from deep inside her, traveling simultaneously down the insides of both her thighs and upwards through her abdomen into her enormous breasts and into her aching nipples. For a split second Kathryn as not sure if what she was experiencing was pleasure or pain. Her inner thighs ached as did her breasts and nipples, but the ache was both dull and intense containing strong components of both sensations. Kathryn threw her head back and moaned, the muscles in her body tightening almost to be point of convulsion, her back arching, lifting her entire body off the floor. Her breathing stopped and the tendons in her neck stood out like cords. Sweat poured off her skin which was flushed and radiated heat in all directions.

Phoebe seeing Kathryn's body convulse stopped rubbing her and sat back transfixed. For a moment she stopped breathing also, not sure if what she was witnessing was an apoplexy of pleasure or and epileptic fit of pain. Oh god, she thought if something were to happen to Kathryn…But before Phoebe could make up her mind, Kathryn gasped for air, breathing hard, her body collapsing onto the floor.

"Oh god! Yes! Oh god! It feels so good!"

Phoebe started breathing again too, relieved that Kathryn was ok, but astonished by the intensity of her orgasm. Never before had she witnessed (or experienced) someone having such an intense release of physical pleasure. It was alarming, almost frightening to see, although later, Phoebe would be somewhat envious of the young woman. However looking at her face, Phoebe noted that that Kathryn's facial tattoos had turned black, confirming that she had, had an orgasm. "Are you alright?"

"Oh god! Yes" moaned Kathryn.

But that was all she could manage. As the final waves of pleasure subsided, Kathryn lost consciousness, blacking out from the intense pleasure, physically and emotionally spent.

Phoebe knelt down and extending her arm through the bars that separated them, touched Kathryn's hip, shaking her. "Kathryn" she called. But the young woman did not respond; she remained motionless on the floor. Phoebe became worried again and continued to shake Kathryn, searching for some sign that she was still alive. After several anxious minutes, Phoebe finally could see that she was breathing, noting the rise and fall of her enormous breasts and the movement of the chain between them. Examining her face, Phoebe reconfirmed that the tattoos had turned color and sighing, sat back on her heels and wiped her forehead with her arms. Well at least she's breathing thought Phoebe reassuring herself. The facial tattoos were pitch black showing that Kathryn had experienced an intense orgasm and had not had a fit. Still…Phoebe knew that if anything happed to Kathryn there would be hell to pay. Laura and Alex would have her flogged to within an inch of her life.

Phoebe continued to watch Kathryn for over an hour, making sure that the young woman was still breathing and not experiencing any difficulties. However Kathryn remained motionless except for the rise and fall of her enormous breasts, laying on her right side, her head resting on an out stretched arm. Finally Phoebe's fears subsided and she grew tired. She knew there would be hell to pay in the morning when Laura saw the blackened tattoos on Kathryn's face. Tired Phoebe got up and went to her bed. "Oh well" she whispered to herself, 'tomorrows another day."

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The next morning Kathryn awoke to the sounds of the cell door opening. As it swung open, she sat up and rubbed her right arm which had fallen asleep from carrying the weight of her head all night. Across the room she could see Phoebe jump out of bed and glance at her apprehensively. Although Kathryn's mind registered her worried expression, she was still too foggy with sleep to process any reason for her concern. Shaking her head, Kathryn started to recall the events of the previous evening and she blushed as the memories flooded her mind. However she did not have time for further contemplation. Laura entered the cell and as she did the bars dividing the small room began to withdraw into the wall and ceiling.

"Oh your feet slut!" said Laura harshly.

Kathryn climbed to her feet, her body sore from sleeping on the floor and the exertion of the previous night. Phoebe of course, was already standing, eyes downcast and staring at the floor, even before Laura had spoken.

Looking a Kathryn Laura wrinkled her nose and said "I see we had a busy night. It looks like you put your diapers to good use."

Kathryn looked down and noted how her diaper had expanded, and she could see yellow stains though the translucent outer covering. Blushing she looked up, averting her eyes from the shameful reminder of previous night. Kathryn could also smell herself. A yeasty odor seemed to emanate from her lower body not letting her forget what she had just seen with her eyes.

"And what's this!" said Laura crossing the room to where Kathryn stood. Grabbing her face in one hand, she pushed Kathryn's head from side to side, examining her cheeks. "I also see that you were busy in other ways too! Did I not tell you, you were forbidden from playing with yourself or cumming slut?"

Kathryn blushed again with embarrassment and disbelief. How could she know? Then she remembered: the tattoos! They must have turned black! Oh god! Would this humiliation never end?

Laura released Kathryn's face and said "Well I see your training will begin with your first punishment. It seems you either cannot remember the rules or you don't care. Perhaps a few hours on the horse will improve your memory and your attitude!" Looking at Phoebe she continued "And you whore! I see your memory needs some refreshing also! How dare you assist this slut in breaking the rules! I promise you shall suffer!"

Although Phoebe was expecting to be punished for helping (or at least not stopping) Kathryn, she still shuddered at Laura's words. In particular the word 'suffer' sent a chill down her spine. She knew from long experience that Laura reserved that word for when she wanted to inflect a particularly painful punishment. Phoebe was not so naïve as to try and deny what she had done. That would only anger Laura more. She knew that Laura was well aware that there was no way Kathryn could have cum without help given the bulky diapers and gloves; trying to feign innocence would be completely futile and counter productive. Phoebe knew her best course would be to beg for mercy. "Please Mistress, please have mercy. I could not bear to witness her torment. Mercy please, Mistress!"

"If you call that torment, then you don't know the meaning of the word, whore! You shall both witness each others punishment as a lesson in vocabulary, if nothing else."

"Yes Mistress" said Phoebe, relieved that Laura had used the word 'punishment' instead of 'suffer'.

"Let's go!" said Laura, turning and walking out of the cell.

Phoebe looked at Kathryn who was standing, still blushing, where Laura had left her. Motioning with her head towards the door, Phoebe moved to follow Laura.

Kathryn was both embarrassed and worried. How could she have forgotten the tattoos on her face? Worse, she had gotten Phoebe into trouble and Laura was going to punish them both! Kathryn was not sure what Laura was going to do to them, but the grave look on Phoebe's face told her it was almost certainly not going to be pleasant. Kathryn felt bad and wanted to apologize to Phoebe and beg her forgiveness; she worried that Phoebe was also mad at her, but before she could say anything Phoebe had nodded her head towards the door and turned to follow Laura. Well she better get going thought Kathryn, remembering how hard it was to walk in the diapers. Turning, she hurried to follow Phoebe.

They followed the same twisting path they had taken the night before. Kathryn was lost and struggled to keep up with Phoebe who was following Laura. The swollen diapers made walking extremely difficult and the best Kathryn could do was a fast waddle. Every movement was torture. The mess inside the diaper had partially dried and Kathryn could feel that the pasty mush had caked on her skin. The crack of her ass and her pisshonie were full of the stuff, which pulled at the tender skin of these sensitive areas. With each step she took, it felt like some one was pinching and poking her with tiny needles in her most intimate parts. After a few minutes Kathryn was sweating with the effort and the discomfort of walking. After what seemed like forever they arrived back to the 'locker room' where Kathryn had showered the previous day.

"Clean up sluts!" commanded Laura, turning on her heels and walking out of the room.

Phoebe hurried to Kathryn's side and began unfastening her diaper. Kathryn looked down at the diaper which seemed to have expanded to at least double its original size. This amazed her as it did not seem possible that she had wet and messed herself to such an extent. When Phoebe loosened the fastener on one side the diaper it fell to the floor with a sudden thud that that initially startled Kathryn. Looking down she examined the contents. A brownish-yellow mush seemed to coat the entire inside with mounds of the material in the center of both the back and the front of the diaper. The odor was not harsh or unpleasant but rather a yeasty-musty smell emanated from the diaper and her lower body, permeating the room. Kathryn now raised her eyes and examined herself. Her lower body from the waist to where her legs met her torso was also covered in the same material that coated the insides of the diaper. Clumps of the yellow-brown mush clung to her pudenda and between her legs. Kathryn could also feel the mess caked between her ass and on her buttocks. With the diaper gone she could feel clumps starting to loosen from her skin and hang from her body, waiting for gravity and the slightest movement on her part to break them free.

Looking at her pisshonie she could see that her slit was filled with the mess, as if she had packed wet clay in there and it had dried forming a short of painted on panty. "Oh god!" Kathryn exclaimed, twisting to look at her lower body. As she did loosened clumps of her mess fell onto the diaper that she straddled between her feet. Kathryn blushed and tears started to fill her eyes. Had her crime really been so terrible to deserve this?

Phoebe took her left arm and pushed her forward. "You need to hurry. Laura will be back any moment and she is already mad at us. If you are not cleaned up when she returns it will only give her reason to punish us even more. We're in enough trouble as it is!"

Kathryn stepped away from the soiled diaper and moved towards the wall in the direction of Phoebe's push. The word 'punish' gave her pause and Kathryn forgot her embarrassment and troubles for the moment and said "What is she going to do to us? And why? I couldn't help messing myself; how can she be so unfair?"

Normally Phoebe would have smiled at the young woman's naiveté, but as punishment loomed for her also, any humor she might have felt was replaced by anxiety. She was focused on getting Kathryn cleaned up as quickly as possible, before Laura returned and worsened whatever punishment she had in store for them. "I don't know" she responded, "but if you're not cleaned up when Laura returns it will only make matters worse, for both of us." With that, she nudged Kathryn against the wall, under one of the shower heads which immediately began spraying her with warm water. "Hurry and rinse the mess off yourself." Handing Kathryn a plastic bottle filled with clear liquid and a slightly curved and tapered end she added, "here!"

Surprised, Kathryn looked at the bottle not understanding. At first she thought Phoebe wanted her to drink the contents, but the tapered end looked too long and oddly shaped for drinking. Maybe it contained some type of cleansing liquid, but there was a soap dispenser on the wall, so this also seemed unlikely.

Phoebe shook the bottle and said "Hurry, take it! Laura will be back any minute now."

Kathryn reached out and took the bottle examining it, still not understanding its purpose. "What do I use this for?" she finally asked.

It was Phoebe's turn to be surprised. "It's a douche bottle, what do you think?"

"Douche?" asked Kathryn still confused. "What is that?"

Phoebe was dumbfounded. How could this young woman be so naive? It seemed impossible someone her age had never seen or herd of douching before. Still…"You stick it in your vagina so you can rinse yourself out."

Kathryn blushed at the word 'vagina'. This was one of the taboo words good girls never used. Kathryn had heard it spoken only a few times, and then only by the medtech when she had her yearly exam. Worse, she could not believe what Phoebe wanted her to do. Stick it inside her pisshonie! In front of another woman no less. And the way she said it, as if it was something done everyday, like brushing your teeth or combing your hair. Kathryn shuddered in embarrassment, fear, and excitement at the thought. It was sticking the handle insider herself that had gotten her into this mess. But at least she had done it in the privacy of her room, with no one watching. Confessing the act to India had been enormously embarrassing and almost impossible. But the thought of sticking something up her pisshonie in front of another woman was unthinkable. Still, the idea sent a small thrill through her and this troubled Kathryn even more. "I…I…" stammered Kathryn.

Sensing the problem, Phoebe took the bottle from her and said, "First wash yourself, we'll get to this in a moment."

Phoebe's taking of the bottle seemed to relieve Kathryn of her shock and confusion. Looking down she could see a pool of dirty yellow water swirling at her feet as the mess that covered her skin was slowly washed from her body by the warm water from the shower. Taking a sponge from the wall and putting soap on it Kathryn started to rub her body, removing the yellow coating from her skin. She was happy that Phoebe had turned away for the moment, busying herself at the changing table. Kathryn blushed as she cleaned her ass and the area between her legs. However, try as she might, she could not remove all the material from her pisshonie. Her exertions of the previous night had forced the mess in her diaper deep insider her. Even if she stuck her finger inside (something she had never done) Kathryn doubted she would be able to remove everything. Now she understood why Phoebe had given her the bottle. Although Kathryn was deeply embarrassed she knew she had no choice. "Phoebe" she called.