Notes From The Underground

Phoebe came over with the bottle in hand, and without a word handed it to Kathryn. Kathryn blushed but took the bottle. Holding it in her hand she said "How…how…how do you use….it?"

Phoebe knelt down in front of her and pointing at her pisshonie said, "Just stick the tip here and slide it inside, then squeeze. Don't worry it feels good and more importantly it leaves you nice and clean.

"OK" said Kathryn blushing furiously and positioning the bottle in front of her pisshonie.

"That's it" coached Phoebe. "Now slide it in and squeeze."

Kathryn did has she was instructed and to her amazement the tip slid effortlessly inside her. As she squeezed the bottle, the liquid seemed to run out of her almost immediately and she hesitated.

"You're doing fine. Just continue squeezing until the bottle is empty" said Phoebe.

Kathryn squeezed the bottle again, applying firm and even pressure. Dirty brown water flowed out of her but the sensation was pleasant. At the end the water ran clear and Kathryn felt clean and fresh inside. She quickly removed the bottle and handed it to Phoebe blushing and saying "Thanks."

Phoebe took the bottle and handed her a towel. "Here dry off, and quickly. Laura will be back any second now."

Kathryn took the towel and quickly dried herself. And none too soon, for as she finished Laura walked in and looking at Kathryn and then Phoebe, who was standing by the changing table with diapers laid-out. "We won't need those. Follow me!" she said. With that she turned and walked into the adjoining room. Inside Kathryn noticed a wooden board about 8 feet long with a triangular cross section fastened at its base to two metal poles that were bolted to the floor. The board ran parallel to the floor, its narrow pointed edge facing upwards toward the ceiling. Above the board, chains hung from the ceiling with leather wrist cuffs attached their ends. On one end of the apparatus stood what looked like a black Adirondack chair, its back sloped at a 45 degree angle. In front of the chair and on the floor was what appeared to be a large fly swatter except that the handle was extra long and fastened to the floor. Kathryn looked at the odd furniture confused. Glancing at Phoebe she noted that her companion was pale and worried.

Motioning to Phoebe, Laura said "Put her in the chair and fasten her arms and legs."

Phoebe took Kathryn gently by the arm motioning her towards the chair. Kathryn had not noticed the black leather straps on the wide wooden arm rests or on the front legs of the chair. She was about to question Laura but Phoebe shook her head slightly and combined with her worried look, this was enough to keep Kathryn from speaking. Apart from the leather straps the chair looked ordinary enough, except that its back was perhaps sloped a little too much. In fact Kathryn had sat in similar chairs in the school's garden many times, enjoying a quiet summer afternoon or evening. However there was something about this chair that gave her pause. It seemed sinister somehow, but Kathryn could not quite identify the reason. Phoebe nodded at her, and Kathryn sat down. The chair was comfortable enough although the wood on her bare skin felt a bit odd. When she was seated, Phoebe strapped her arms and legs to the frame and then went behind and taking a wide leather strap that was secured to the back of the chair, wrapped it around her abdomen bellow her enormous breasts.

When she was done Laura said to Phoebe "straddle the horse, slut!"

Phoebe gulped and turned a bit paler, but walked over to the horizontal board which was about a foot off the ground and turning, she stood facing Kathryn with the board between her legs. Laura walked over to where Phoebe was standing and fastened her wrists to the chains that hung from the ceiling so that Phoebe's arms were extended above her head. Laura then fastened her ankles to some cuffs that were attached to the floor. She then adjusted the chains above Phoebe's head so that her body was stretched tightly, but her feet were still flat on the floor. Kathryn watched the entire procedure perplexed and confused. It all seemed so strange and a lot of bother. Was Laura going to leave them here like this, looking at each other? And why? To what purpose? This seemed like such a strange way to punish some one. However Phoebe's pale and worried face gave Kathryn pause. There must be something more, she thought and she felt her heart beating faster.

Laura inspected them and nodded in satisfaction. Going over to Phoebe she undid the sash at her waist and the ties at her shoulders and pulled her white tunic away. Phoebe stood naked in front of Kathryn, who blushed at the sight of her nude mentor. As Laura stepped back the horizontal triangular-shaped board between Phoebe's legs rose until it made contact with her pussy. It continued a little further before stopping, leaving Phoebe on her tiptoes. It was then that Kathryn noticed the top edge of the board. It was covered with a hard rubber that ran its length. Kathryn could see that the 'point' of the edge had just penetrated Phoebe's pisshonie, her lips spread by the widening edge. In order to keep the edge from her, Phoebe had been forced to stand on tiptoes, her legs spread apart by the triangular shape of the board. It looked bizarre to Kathryn and she could still not understand what was going on or why Phoebe looked so worried.

"Since you sluts like to play together when you are alone, I thought you would enjoy this 'game' together also" said Laura smiling slightly. With that she turned and left the room.

Kathryn was still perplexed by everything and looking at Phoebe she forgot her embarrassment for the moment and said "I don't understand, what's going on? I thought Laura was going to punish us".

"She is" said Phoebe, sweat starting to appear on her forehead.

Kathryn was still confused but she noticed the sweat on Phoebe's forehead and looked down and saw that her ankles and legs were trembling. She then began to understand a bit. Phoebe's feet were getting tired as she tried to stand on her tiptoes. Still…"I still don't understand" said Kathryn.

Phoebe took a deep breath and sighed. "The edge of the board is pressing against my pussy, forcing me to stay on my tiptoes. Soon my feet, legs, and angles will tire and I will be forced to lower myself. This will place most of my weight on my pussy, which is at best initially uncomfortable, but soon becomes painful. At that point I will try and lift myself to relieve the pressure and reduce the discomfort and the cycle will repeat over and over again until I faint or Laura releases me.

"Oh god!" said Kathryn understanding finally. "But what about me? Laura said she was going to punish us both."

Sweat was now running down Phoebe's face and her legs and feet were trembling even more. Breathing hard again she said "Look at the floor between your legs. See the swatter there?"

Kathryn looked down again and saw what had bothered her about the chair she was sitting in. The seat was foreshortened so that only part of her buttocks filled the chair. The seat was not so short that she was uncomfortable, but it did mean that she could see the floor between her spread legs as well as the fly end of the swatter. This is what she had found odd about the chair when she first saw it. Kathryn gulped, beginning to understand.

"Well" continued Phoebe, if you have not already noticed, your legs are fastened so that they are spread open and the slant and seat of the chair leaves your pussy exposed." Kathryn nodded again as Phoebe continued "unless I am very much mistaken, which I seriously doubt, when I lower myself, the swatter will rise up and then sweep down again, hitting your pussy. They call this pussy whipping."

Kathryn's eyes widened in horror "Oh god, no!' she said.

"I am afraid god had nothing to do with this" said Phoebe. "Worse, I suspect that the whipping will continue until I get on my toes again."

"But why?" asked Kathryn. "Why is Laura doing this to us? And why you?"

"She is punishing you because you masturbated last night. As for me, I am being punished because I helped you or at least did not stop you."

"On no!" said Kathryn aghast. "That's so unfair! I couldn't help myself and all you did was try to help me. How can they be so cruel?"

"Because they can and fairness had nothing to do with it. We are slaves. Now I suggest you ready yourself, because I feel my legs giving out."

A look of panic swept over Kathryn face and she struggled against the leather cuffs that held her body. She even tried to close her legs, but she was bound too tightly and securely. Kathryn watched in horror as Phoebe's legs started trembling uncontrollably and finally gave out. As Phoebe's body lowered itself Kathryn should see the rubber press against the other woman's pisshonie and Phoebe grimaced with the discomfort. At that moment Kathryn felt a sudden breeze between her legs as the swatter moved up off the floor barely missing her body. Its motion was casual and light, with little force. When it reached a 60 degree angle it stopped and paused. For a second Kathryn thought the device had malfunctioned, as it had brushed passed her body without touching her before stopping. Then suddenly and with much greater speed and force than she had witnessed during its assent, the swatter plunged downward between her legs, centripetal force extending its length by a couple of inches.

The motion was so fast, Kathryn could barely follow it, but it didn't really matter because she suddenly felt a sharp burning slap between her legs as the thick flexible swatter made contact with her pisshonie. Kathryn yelped in surprise and pain as the swatter made a sharp slapping sound as it hit the floor. But before the echo of the sound died, the swatter began to rise again. Kathryn watched transfixed in horror as it moved slowly upwards off the floor passing between her legs. She realized the thing must be spring loaded, the motion upwards coiling the spring, the downward motion releasing the accumulated tension. However the mechanics did not matter much, as it was the intense stinging pain that occupied all of Kathryn's attention. Kathryn frantically struggled against the cuffs, trying to move her legs together, but the best she could mange was half and inch or so, hardly enough to keep the paddle from her pisshonie. The swatter reached the top of its upward arch and paused again, then suddenly flashed downwards. Kathryn let out another yelp of pain in perfect time to the slapping sound of the swatter hitting the floor between her legs. Her pisshonie was on fire and she could see her lips starting to turn red. "Please, please!" she cried out.

But this time the swatter remained on the floor. Looking up she saw that Phoebe was standing on her tiptoes again. Her face was solemn and drawn and sweat was starting to cover her entire body. The two women looked at each other in the deadened silence of the room. Phoebe knew this was a loosing game. It would not take long before she would be forced to lower herself again, inflicting pain and discomfort on both of them. Worse, the intervals between raising and lowering her body would become successively shorter until she would be continuously bobbing up and down. This was why they called it 'riding the horse'. None of this would matter much to Kathryn who would end-up having her pussy spanked more or less without interruption until Laura thought to release them. Past experience told Phoebe that in reality this would not be too long: an hour, two at most. However experience also told her that reality was a far different thing than perception. Even fifteen minutes when you are experiencing discomfort or pain seemed like hours and an hour seem like an eternity.

Looking at Kathryn, Phoebe could see tears of pain in the young woman's eyes. Although she knew from first hand experience, that the swatter would not inflict any permanent harm or injury on her body, the stinging pain in Kathryn's most tender area would soon reduce the poor girl to a hysterical wreak. Phoebe had been present when more than one woman had been pulled from this chair after a pussy whipping. In each case, the entire pudenda of the victim had been bright red and the vaginal lips puffy and severely swollen. Even worse, the swollen lips exposed the clitoris and the others areas they normally shielded and protected to the full force of the swatter. The results, to say the least were not pretty and they lasted for days and sometimes a few weeks. Kathryn was going to be feeling the effects of her whipping for some time after it eventually ended. To add insult to injury, every time she urinated or touched herself, for the next week or so she would experience a strong burning sensation, a nagging reminder of her punishment.

For Phoebe the results of her ride on the horse would not be much better. Every time she lowered herself, her pussy was forced to bear almost her entire body weight. At first this was merely uncomfortable, but after awhile things became considerably worse, and eventually down right painful. In the end she knew that she would emerge with a swollen and bruised pussy, similar to Kathryn's and that just like her young companion, the effects would persist for days.

"Listen Kathryn" said Phoebe, "this is not going to be pleasant. I'll try and stay up as long as possible, but if Laura keeps us here long enough we're both in for a very bad time I'm afraid. I know this is not much comfort, but at least you can take refuge in the thought that it will end eventually and that you will not sustain any lasting or permanent injury."

Kathryn gulped and nodded her head but remained silent. The expression on her face said more than any words she could have spoken. She was clearly frightened Phoebe saw, but at the same time resigned to her fate. As Phoebe was forced to lower herself again, she saw Kathryn close her eyes and instinctively turn her head upwards and to the side, gritting her teeth and steeling herself for the pain to come.

After about 45 minutes, Phoebe was at full gallop, bobbling up and down, her body bathed in sweat, skin flushed and groaning at the pain, stress, and effort of her 'ride'. The room was a blur and she could hear the constant cries of her young companion as she fought to continue and not to succumb to exhaustion. For her part, Kathryn had long since given up; she sat in the whipping chair, withering and hysterical her world consisting of pain and the time between pain. Her vision contained one color, dull red, and the flashes of white pinpoints of light that floated in the infinite world under her eyelids. Like Phoebe her body was covered in sweat and her head turned from side to side in double pace to the rhythmic motion of the swatter which rose and fell with the regularity of a well tuned mechanical clock of old. Tears ran down her face and cheeks from under her closed eyes and fell onto her enormous breasts. A continual stream of moans, half-pleadings, and groans came from her throat and mouth; her mind had long since detached itself and floated in a half-reality of pain and the anticipation of more pain.

As more time went by, Phoebe began to feel the sweep of exhaustion overtaking her. It would not be long before she passed out, leaving Kathryn alone with the merciless swatter. She hoped that the young woman would pass out before she did, at least giving her some consolation before she entered oblivion. It was then that Laura entered the room accompanied by two slaves. Looking at the Phoebe and Kathryn she motioned to the slaves and said, "Take them down and put them in their cell."

A wave of relief swept Phoebe, for she knew the worst was over. As one of the slaves unfastened her wrists, she slumped forward, spent, and fell sideways into the woman's arms. As she began to loose consciousness, she saw Kathryn being pulled unsteadily to her feet, legs and knees trembling, her pussy a swollen red mass of layered flesh. Phoebe tried to reach out and touch her tear stained face, but Kathryn faded out, like the picture on a vid, going from clear to speckled, to grey, then black.

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Prudence looked at Alex and shifted her position in the oversized dark red-leather chair. Her slight body dwarfed by the material surrounding it, like a child sitting on a throne. "Echo will be leaving soon for her yearly vacation along with the latest updates of her records. All the essential elements are in place to execute our plans."

Alex nodded but otherwise stood motionless and expressionless as she stood at attention before her Mistress. She disliked the recent intrigue and although she found some of Echo's idea interesting, Alex was essentially a linear thinker and instinctively distrusted convoluted plans and schemes. The whole affair with the 5K's was beginning to wear on her. Alex's life was running Zax's dungeon and managing its slaves; anything that interfered with this she considered an annoying irritation.

Prudence shifted again in her chair, curling her legs underneath her body, exaggerating even more her child-like appearance. She could tell that Alex was annoyed, although the other woman was careful not to give any visible hint of her dissatisfaction. "I know this is all very irritating" she began, "but I am worried about India's role in all this. She is the weak link in the chain here."

Alex nodded again, this time in agreement. There was no love lost here. To put it mildly, she disliked India intensely, finding the petite blond party girl flighty, overly emotional, unreliable, and most of all irrelevant.

"Tell me how your meeting went" she said.

Alex moved her weight from one foot to the other and said, "She seemed uncomfortable at seeing me. I guess she expected someone else; in any event, she was clearly surprised."

Prudence nodded and said "Go on".

"I gave her the disguised bio-transmitter trigger and explained its usage. She seemed a bit skeptical but it was clear she understood how to use it."

"Good" said Prudence. "It's extremely important that India understands her in role in this affair and how to successfully execute it. It is the key to putting an end to Varinia once and for all."

Alex permitted herself a slight frown, the right corner of her mouth turning down ever so slightly However, she remained silent.

"I see you disapprove" said Prudence. Alex continued to look at her but said nothing. "Speak" commanded Prudence, "that's why you are here."

Alex again shifted her weight, this time back to her other foot. Although she disliked India, she was reluctant to openly speak negatively about her. Prudence knew this and it was one of the things she liked about Alex. "You may speak freely" she added.

Alex looked at her Mistress and said "As you know, I think she is unreliable. Her lack of discipline and focus is troubling."

Alex paused and Prudence sensing some frustration on Alex's part said "continue."

Looking visibly uncomfortable, Alex explained her discussion with India concerning the bio-transmitter. "I found her questions and comments troubling; they display a lack of focus at best, a lack of understanding at worst."

How like India thought Prudence. If she had not been quite so tired, and perhaps a bit less serious, she might have laughed. As it was, she could sympathize with Alex's perspective. Still, one had to make due with the tools one had at hand. "Anything else?"

"No" said Alex.

"OK" said Prudence. "Your comments are well taken and noted."

Alex nodded in acknowledgement to the pseudo-compliment, something her Mistress dispensed but rarely.

"Start making the final preparations. It will most likely be less than a week or so after Echo leaves that we will need to make our move. As you know, timing is tight. You may go."