Notes From The Underground

After they had removed their clothes, Susan quickly examined both of them, pushing her fingers into their vaginas and asses. Erin cringed again, as she sub-consciously re-experienced Susan's probing fingers in her own body. Kelly and Stacy were then strapped to the exam tables, catheterized, and given enemas. As her friends moaned and groaned with humiliation and discomfort, Erin rubbed her drawn face, and looked away, towards Echo.

To her surprise, she found that the psychtech was watching her rather than what was transpiring in the room beyond the glass wall in front of them. It occurred to Erin that perhaps, the reason she was being forced to watch her friend's humiliation, was so that Echo could gauge her reactions. This would allow her to evaluate the effectiveness of the treatments she would soon be administering to Erin. "Have what you came for?" Erin said, sarcastically.

"Almost" replied Echo coolly.

Erin frowned and returned her attention to the preparation room. Kelly and Stacy had expelled their enemas and Susan was starting the second round of these embarrassing but effective bowel cleansings. The process had not changed in the two decades since Erin had first endured it, and probably never would. After the enemas Susan un-strapped one arm on both women and allowed them one last 'opportunity' to masturbate. The various procedures to which they had been subjected left Kelly and Stacy in a state of hyper-sexual excitement. This was in all likelihood do to the various hormone based compounds that Susan had surreptitiously used while administering the enemas and catheterizing them. As such, it was impossible to resist the overwhelming sexual urges that now gripped their minds and bodies. It was also at this moment that Susan chose to allow Stacy and Kelly to see that they were being observed.

"Oh, god no!" said Kelly, seeing Erin on the other side of the glass wall.

"Please!" Stacy said, blushing.

Susan shrugged and said, "If you don't want to masturbate, then we can proceed with the depilation of your slut pussies."

But it was too late, both Kelly and Stacy and already started masturbating. The urge was too strong to resist.

"Oh god!" said Stacy, rubbing her pussy furiously.

Erin looked away in embarrassment. Although she had watched both her friends masturbate before and had even had sex with them, somehow seeing them like this, strapped to the tables, legs spread, and forced into involuntarily performing this most intimate of acts, made Erin feel awkward and ashamed. It was as if, by watching, she was implicitly approving of their humiliation and punishment, agreeing somehow that they deserved such awful treatment. Listening to her friends moans she turned to Echo and said "Enough! Surely you have what you came for."

Echo eyed her coolly and said "You must watch everything. That's our agreement."

Erin turned away in disgust. In the preparation room Kelly and Stacy were both thrusting their hips, fingers in their vagina, moaning as they masturbated themselves in orgasm. Erin looked down, her face grim. It seemed she would be spared nothing. Fortunately, when they had finished, the rest went quickly. Susan cut their hair, applied the identifying tattoos to their faces and bodies, and then released them from the tables. As they walked away, Kelly looked at Erin and said "I'm sorry".

Erin looked away, tears in her eyes. It was so like Kelly to apologize for something that was not her fault. Through her suffering she had realized the emotional toll watching had taken on Erin. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Erin looked at Echo and said "Finished?"

"Yes" said Echo, turning to the door.

Erin followed Echo out into the corridor where the guard was waiting for them. As they walked back to Erin's cell, Echo said "I will be back this evening to administer your treatment."

Erin blinked but said nothing. Zax was wasting no time. Tomorrow morning her investigation would begin, and it seemed Zax wanted her ready for what inevitably must follow. Erin figured that she had at most a few days before she joined Kelly and Stacy.

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Echo returned after dinner, about an hour or so before Erin was scheduled to go to sleep. Tomorrow morning, after breakfast she was scheduled to meet Evelyn, who would escort her to the room where the Judicial Investigation would be held. Although tired, Erin did not anticipate sleeping well that night. As if reading her mind, Echo said "the treatment will help you sleep. In fact, you should sleep most of the night quite well."

"What can I expect?" asked Erin.

"Physically, nothing; during the course of the treatment you will become drowsy and fall asleep. If you react like most patients, you will probably sleep soundly till morning. Tomorrow you should awake refreshed and feeling alert and well rested. Your memory should be clear and unaffected also."

"Hmm" said Erin. "What will I notice then?"

"With regards to your past sexual experiences and the like, you will be able to recall them as clearly as you do now. However you will perceive them as if they were a detailed fantasy or a story you had read or imagined, rather than something that you actually physically experienced."

"I'm not sure I understand" said Erin. "It seems that if I can remember them, then there should be no difference. After all if I remember doing something, then I experienced it."

"Not necessarily. Fantasies and even dreams can seem very vivid, almost real at times. Surely you've woken up sweating or even crying after a bad dream?"

"Yes…" said Erin.

"Normally when this happens, you are also aware upon waking up, that however real it might have seemed, it was just a dream and that in fact, you did not actually physically experience those events."

"Yes, of course" agreed Erin.

"Fantasies and even stories can have the same mental and even physical effects. However we do not normally confuse them with actual physical experiences. If, for example, you've never had sex, you can read about it, watch vids of it, even dream or fantasize about it, but you would never confuse any of these with actually having experienced the physical act."

"True" Erin said, beginning to see where Echo was going.

"The converse is of course also true" said Echo. "Normally, you do not mistake or confuse actual physical experiences with dreams or fantasies. Such confusion would in fact be a sign of a serious mental disorder."

"Yes" agreed Erin.

"Although it's not technically correct, you can regard a tempo-experiential treatment as tricking or confusing your mind into believing that an actual experience, is in fact only a vivid fantasy or daydream. You perceive the experience as something you have strongly desired and imagined yourself doing, but also as something you have not actually done in reality. Although your associated memories might contain vivid details, these will be considered as careful and thoughtful musings as opposed to substantive facts from real life. In your case, all your past sexual experiences will appear this way and you will therefore perceive yourself to be a virgin."

"A virgin with a very vivid and active imagination" said Erin.

"Exactly" said Echo.

"This seems a rather dangerous mind-game" said Erin. "One could easily loose touch with reality and not able to distinguish between actual and imagined events."

"Yes, there is that risk, but only if tempo-experiential treatments are used to target multiple and unrelated experiences."

"Hmm" said Erin. "And how long before the treatment wears off?"

"Never" said Echo. "The effect is permanent. However new experiences will be perceived as real."

Erin was a shocked by Echo's statement. She had expected that the effects of the treatment would wear off after awhile. The revelation that they were in fact permanent was unsettling to say the least.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Echo.

"No…" said Erin. It would not make any difference anyways. Whether she did it now, voluntarily, or later when it was forced upon her in Zax's dungeon, the result would be the same. Besides, she wanted Cathy to see her humiliation, especially after being forced to witness Kelly's and Stacy's.

"It's not too late to back out" said Echo, a bit half heartedly.

"No" repeated Erin. "It's OK."

"Any more questions?"

"No" said Erin.

"OK then" said Echo. "I suggest you get comfortable then. Prepare yourself as you would for sleep and then lay on the bed."

Erin did as Echo instructed removing her detention garb and getting comfortable. Normally she slept naked, but she decided to keep her underwear on. When she had removed her clothes, she lay down on the bed. "OK, ready" said Erin.

"Alright" said Echo extending her hand, "take these."

Erin took and swallowed the three yellow capsules in Echo's hand and then lay back on the bed.

"If you wish, I can explain the procedure as we go along" said Echo.

"No, its OK" said Erin "I'd just as soon not know".

Echo nodded. Taking what looked like two back wafers she placed these near Erin's temples. "OK then this shouldn't take long…"

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Erin opened her eyes and rubbed her face with her hands. She had slept well, the best she had since coming to the detention center. Sitting up, she lazily stretched, rolling her head, and extending her legs. Looking down, she saw that she was wearing her bra and panties. Odd…she thought, I usually don't sleep with… Jumping off the bed, Erin looked down at her body, running her hands over her breasts, torso, and hips. Something had happened last night, but what? Struggling to remember, Erin rubbed her eyes with her fingers.

She remembered Echo's visit after breakfast, going with her to witness Stacy and Kelly's terrible humiliation, coming back, having dinner. Then Echo had returned. Sitting down again, she recalled their conservation. The treatment: she had taken the treatment. The last thing she could recall was swallowing the brightly colored yellow capsules. After that, everything was blank. She must have fallen asleep, just as Echo had said she would. Well no matter, her memory seemed to be intact at least…Erin stood up straight, putting her hand over her mouth. Oh god! Having sex with…Kelly, Stacy, Cathy….how could she imagine such things, wild, embarrassing things…Erin blushed. It was so vivid, almost to the point of being real. Still…Erin knew, fantastic as it seemed, it wasn't. It was like waking from a long dream…no…more like a mid-life crisis, where one suddenly realizes or admits to the reality of one life. Here she was, 50 plus standard years old, yet still a virgin. She had been too busy, too obsessed, too afraid and reserved to have a physical relationship. For that matter any relationship. Cathy had pleaded with her, but she had invented one excuse after another, kept putting her off. Now…now it was too late.

Looking down, Erin could make out the pubic hair under her cotton white panties. Yes, despite the vivid images she was a still a virgin. Her pussy had never experienced the touch of another woman; her fingers had never touched any pussy but her own. Oh god! Intellectually she knew it could not be so, yet there it was, in her mind. All the 'memories', they were false, not real, just imagined. Erin started crying, at first silently, but steadily she lost control of her emotions and began to sob. "Oh what have I done?" she cried. "What have I done?"

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"K3 and K4" said Prudence. "Zax has decided to expedite matters as per your recommendation."

"I see you read my report Mistress" said Echo.

"Yes. You are correct in pointing out that the original 'wedding' concept has outlived its usefulness, especially now that the Varinia Affair has been successful concluded."

Echo nodded. The 'wedding concept', as Prudence termed it, had indeed outlived its usefulness. It was both time consuming and expensive, and moreover required the construction of an elaborate scenario that involved too many of Zax's busy personnel. In fact, Alex's staff had joked and even taken bets concerning who would be the next to 'wed'. However abandoning this approach did present a problem. The intent and been to make the 5K's feel responsible for their ultimate fate thereby reinforcing the validity of the Servitude Laws in their minds and maximizing the enhancement of the Venkatesan Modification resulting from thir long years of conditioning in the Schoolhouse. This was an integral part of Echo overall plan for converting the 5K's. As such, it could not just be abandoned. Abruptly walking in one day and escorting K3 and K4 to the dungeon and diapering them would be counterproductive and a waste of Zax's investment in both time and resources. As such, the wedding concept needed to be replaced by an appropriate, but more efficient, scenario.

"Have you decided on an alternative?" asked Prudence.

"Yes Mistress" said Echo. She had considered a number of options, all of which she had detailed in her report to Prudence. "As you know, Mistress, the key is to make K3 and K4 feel responsible for the punishment imposed upon them. Because of their upbringing they lack the proper perspective and every-day knowledge required to correctly evaluate the seriousness of any offense they might be accused of. As long as the 'crime' is of sufficient gravity in their minds, they will feel guilty and more importantly, that the resulting consequences prescribed as punishment, are deserved."

Prudence nodded, but said nothing.

"The problem therefore is reduced to finding and inducing K3 and K4 to perform some act (that in their minds) would merit punishment by diapered servitude."

"And I take it, you have determined what that act is" said Prudence.

"Yes Mistress. Since K3 and K4 have no real desire, opportunity, or ability to commit an actual crime, I have decided to use their convictions and conditioning to construct a virtual crime. That is, an act they will judge meriting the most serious of punishments. To this end, I have drawn from the historical era of their upbringing, which as you know, was a rather turbulent, socially backwards, and primitive time. In particular, personal acts now considered mundane and common place were often regarded as criminal and harshly punished in that era. For example, public exposure of certain body parts such as the legs, the neck or even the bosom was considered lewd and therefore punishable offenses. K3 and K4 share this social outlook and value system, and as such this kind of 'lewdness' would be regarded by them as sufficient justification for serious punishment."

"Interesting" said Prudence. "However how do you plan to induce them to commit such an act?"

"Like all women Mistress they have genetically enhanced libidos and built-in sexual inhibitions as a result of the Venkatesan Modification, which as you know, has been further enhanced and exaggerated by their conditioning. This is what allowed us to induce K1 and K2 into the predicament that resulted in their virtual crime. K3 and K4 are already well down the same path. However instead of suppressing their natural curiosity, I intend to provide it with an outlet."

"I see" said Prudence "very resourceful."

"Thank you Mistress" said Echo, bowing her head slightly. Praise from Prudence was rare and always noteworthy.

"What do you require?"

"Only the service's of India, who as K3 and K4's perceived worldly friend and confidant is in the ideal position to entice them into behaving as desired."

"And your proposal?"

"Well Mistress, during the Victorian era there was a socially taboo but nonetheless enticing children's game known by the rather terse and not particularly descriptive name of 'Doctor'. The equivalent name today would be medtech, although the modern term does not quite carry the same connotations its historical counterpart. In any event, this game involved…"

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Cathy looked through the open doorway of the kitchen where she was preparing dinner and into the living room where Kourtney sat transfixed watching yet another marathon of vids. The poor girl could not get enough, since each such session added unexpected and welcome insights, revelations, and knowledge to her limited perspective of the world.

The last couple of weeks had been surprisingly awkward and difficult as Cathy had struggled to build a relationship with her daughter. Although she had known about Kourtney's socially stunted and academically limited upbringing, she had not been prepared for the extent of the gaps in her daughter's knowledge in these areas (as well as others). This was actually being charitable, for the word 'gap' was at best a euphemism. A more accurate description would be 'distorted' or even 'perverted'. Although Cathy found Kourtney extremely bright and possessed of an exceptional ability with regards to mathematics, her mind was almost devoid of the most basic facts regarding everyday life and common social intercourse. Worse, was the intentional distortion of how she regarded her body and her sexuality, and this seemed to interfere completely with her entire worldview. It was almost as if her daughter was some sort of weird fanatic or brainwashed cultist. This made dealing with Kourtney extremely difficult, for Cathy was fairly conservative (as well as reticent) herself when it came to maters of sexuality.

The relationship had started off well enough. Kourtney was genuinely curious and interested in getting to know her mother and she seemed committed to developing a loving and mutually respectful relationship with Cathy. Their first day together had been exciting and full of the joys that all new experiences and relationships bring. Mother and daughter and explored Cathy's home and parts of the City together with both taking delight in each new discovery, whether material or personal. However, for Cathy it soon became clear that there were far too many discoveries to be made. At first she had dismissed this as being due to Kourtney's unfamiliarity with the City and its new milieu. Unfortunately it became quickly apparent that her daughter's lack of knowledge was deeper than mere lack of familiarity. Cathy recalled one such incident when she took Kourtney shopping on their second day together.

"What are those?" asked Kourtney pointing at a pair of black and red stripped panties.

"Panties" replied Cathy.

"What are they for?"

"There're panties" said Cathy.

"Huh?" said Kourtney.

"You know underwear. To put on under your pants or dress" said Cathy, a little surprised. She was not sure if Kourtney was teasing her or what.

"You mean, kind of like bloomers, only much too small?"

"Bloomers?" said Cathy. "What are bloomers?" Up to now she had not much paid attention to her daughter's attire other than to note its rather archaic and frumpish appearance. In fact, besides lack of additional clothes, this was the reason for their shopping trip.

It was Kourtney's turn to be surprised by her mother's lack of knowledge. This was the first time she had mentioned something that Cathy did not know about. Blushing, she shrugged like a small child caught in a lie and said, "You know, bloomers…underwear, I guess."

Cathy was both perplexed and curious by her daughter's obvious embarrassment and the fact that she was unaware of such a common article of clothing. For the first time, she critically examined Kourtney's clothing noting how she was completely covered from her chin to her feet; only her head and hands were visible though what appeared to be several layers of garments.