Notes From The Underground

Kourtney eyed Alex carefully and said "How come she isn't…"

But the Headmistress cut her off saying "I am afraid Alex is very busy; she needs to go now and attend to Erin."

Kourtney looked at Erin who stood with her head bowed. She was covered in sweat and looked dirty and exhausted. "I'm so sorry Erin" said Kourtney "are you alright?"

Erin looked up, the tattoos on her tear-stained cheeks dark black from her recent orgasm. Her faced looked haggard and drawn with strands of her short hair plastered to her forehead. She tried to smile, but the muscles of her mouth seemed to fail her. "I'll live" she whispered hoarsely. Looking at Kourtney her eyes seemed to sparkle for a brief instant with some small but inner victory.

Kourtney looked at her nonplused. She wanted to ask more questions but the Headmistress nodded at Alex, who began walking again, nudging Erin along.

Turning her head back and looking at Kourtney Erin said "Remember that I tried and that I saved one of you." However before Erin could say anything more, Alex pushed her forward and she was forced to look away.

Kourtney watched them as they walked towards a waiting transport, perhaps 300 feet away. Alex's pace was steady but Erin seemed to stumble along, her head bowed. When they reached the transport Alex motioned Erin inside and then closed the door. Moving towards the front of the transport, Alex climbed into another open door, which closed behind her. A minute or so later, the transport rose and ascended quickly into the air.

Kourtney, Cathy, and Echo watched the transport as it moved quickly towards the west, gaining altitude as disappearing into the setting sun. "What did she mean?" asked Kourtney looking at Cathy. But Cathy remained silent, tears streaming down her face.

"Let's go" said the Headmistress "our business here is concluded."

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For Kelly returning to the dungeon was in an odd way like a homecoming of sorts. Although it had been almost two decades since she had been a slave here, the familiar corridors, musky smells, hushed sounds, and heavy institutional atmosphere flooded back into her memory making it seem as if she had never really left. Physically the dungeon appeared unchanged, as if it had been frozen in time, and strangely Kelly had found this reassuring. After two decades of freedom she had worried about her ability to re-adjust to the rigors of life as a slave and to cope with her new situation. The familiar sensations seem to assuage her fears and clam her mind.

She had fretted about this with Stacy, and to some extent Erin, as they had awaited their Judicial Investigations. Like Kelly, Stacy had also been unsure of what to expect. She and Kelly had discussed the matter, mostly away from Erin (who withdrew into herself and refused to participate).

"I wonder how we'll cope" said Kelly. "It's going to be hard after all these years."

"I know" agreed Stacy "I've been thinking about that too."

"Do you suppose Zax will take some revenge on us?"

"I hadn't thought about that" said Stacy. "I sure hope not!"

Both women looked at each other, and Kelly seeing that Stacy was troubled by this idea, and feeling bad that she had added to her friend's troubles, had changed the subject.

But Zax had not taken any revenge, or at least not yet. There had been the usual (but expected) humiliations of re-adjusting to their new lives as slaves: the first night in diapers, being forced to mess and wet themselves; the frantic masturbation that followed; being punished the next day; and so on. But Zax seemed to take for granted that they would rapidly re-assimilate into the lives as slaves and within a week they were placed into the small community of diapered slaves. Kelly found that despite the awful and continual humiliation of having to wear and use diapers, and the lack of freedom to come and go as she pleased, that she had rapidly become re-accustomed to being a slave. This surprised as well as troubled her, for at Varinia she had hated Zax and the time she had spent in the dungeon. But now, that she was back, everything seemed so familiar, that it was almost nostalgic, like returning to a childhood home or school. But perhaps the most disturbing thing of all was how quickly and easily she had made the transition. At night, alone in her cell, Kelly pondered this, but so far she had not found a satisfactory explanation.

In one aspect however, the dungeon was markedly different. Two decades ago, there had been only four or so diapered slaves. Now there were seven, including Stacy and herself (and that did not count Kathryn, Karolyn, Krystyn, and Krystal (not to mention Erin) none of whom she had seen yet. In the past, there had been a camaraderie amongst the diapered slaves; they had looked out for each other (the best they could) and shared the ups and downs of their demanding and harsh lives. Now things were completely different. For the most part, the other diapered slaves kept to themselves, remaining cool and aloof towards each other. Kelly had asked around and found out the reason for this change in attitude. There was now a completion amongst them to cum, which was usually only allowed when they serviced a Mistress. Since this was their only pleasure and release, the completion was intense, and cut-throat. What ever camaraderie had existed twenty years ago had long vanished; replacing it was the barest level of mutual toleration required to maintain order and allow them to perform their duties.

This had troubled Kelly greatly, even more than her easy re-assimilation into diapered slavery. She wondered if Stacy, Erin, and herself could (or would) remain fiends in this rabid new atmosphere of mutual distrust, over-heated jealousy, and spiteful, back-stabbing envy. She had discussed the matter with Stacy, and they had both agreed to try and maintain their friendship in this harsh and unwelcome environment. To date, neither had been called to service a Mistress, but both knew that would change soon enough. Each women was aware that the time would come when their friendship would be tested; this had happened to the other diapered slaves, and one by one, what friendships had existed, had been eliminated.

Kelly had been able to figure this much out on her own. Now, sitting in the common room with Stacy, they discussed their situation, and when they might expect to see Erin again, as well as Kathryn and the other Children.

"I wonder where Kathryn is?" said Stacy.

"She had been here awhile, hasn't she?" commented Kelly.

"Yes" agreed Stacy. "You don't suppose something has happened to her?"

"She fine" said a familiar voice from behind them.

Turning, Kelly and Stacy saw Phoebe standing near the entrance, a slight smile on her lips. "Remember me?"

Kelly jumped up and running over to Phoebe put her arms around her. Stacy followed Kelly and an excited and happy exchange of mutual greetings and questions between the three women ensured. After they had calmed down, Phoebe said "So how did you ever end up back here?"

Kelly frowned and said "It's a long story, and an unfortunate one. It involves Kathryn, as you might have guessed."

"Hmm" said Phoebe. "She's a strange one. I've been with her ever since she arrived, and I can't for the life of me figure out what's going on with her. So tell me, what happened and how is Kathryn involved?"

Kelly and Stacy looked at each other and Kelly said "OK, but first tell us what's happened here?"

"You mean with the diapered slaves?" said Phoebe

"Yes."

"Everything changed after Zax brought Echo in" explained Phoebe. "It began right after Laura started making us use the word pisshonie instead of pussy."

Kelly and Stacy looked at each other and blushed. Laura had introduced them to this childish word their first day back in the dungeon. This was the embarrassing name (and the only name) they were now allowed to use when referring to their pussies. Kelly and Stacy had wondered about this, but of course, they were unable to ask Laura for an explanation.

"Rumor has it, that the idea came from Echo" continued Phoebe. "I guess it doesn't really matter, but after that the two-slave servicing policy started." Phoebe explained (and confirmed) how a completion to cum was set up between the diapered slaves and how this had resulted in the current hostile atmosphere.

"To make matters worse, occasionally one of the diapered slaves has a streak of bad luck and as a result doesn't get to cum for weeks or even a month or more. You can imagine the tension that this creates. When this happens, look out. There's even a name for it: having pisshonie problems."

Kelly and Stacy looked at each other as they imagined the horror of having your only release withheld in such a manner. It was all too clear now why the atmosphere was so tense. "How often does that happen" asked Kelly.

"Often enough; too often in my opinion" said Phoebe. "In fact, Diana is currently having pisshonie problems. She's been paired with Kathryn tonight for servicing Katrina. I hope for her sake, she is victorious. If not, she will surely be punished soon."

Kelly and Stacy looked at each other is shock. Although they knew Kathryn was here, they had not seen her so far. But it was the part about Diana that left them cold: 'She's been paired with Kathryn tonight…' The words seemed to ring in Kelly and Stacy's ears and both women's mouths fell open.

Phoebe looked at them surprised, a feeling of dread starting to take hold of her mind. No, it couldn't be she thought as she looked at the horrified expressions on Kelly's and Stacy's faces. The idea, had of course occurred to her, but she had dismissed it as quickly as it surfaced in her thoughts. It was just too fantastically improbable, despite the coincidences. Besides not even Zax was capable of such an atrocity… "It's not that serious. The worst that will happen is that..." But Phoebe stopped, as she saw Kelly shaking her head. "What?" she asked.

Kelly recovered from her shock and horror first. Even in their current enlightened times, incest was abhorred not to mention taboo. Worse it was considered criminal, punishable by, paradoxically, diapered servitude. "You mean Diana and Kathryn are going to serve together? Tonight?"

Phoebe looked at her companions, her sense of dread spreading. "Yes. Why? Sooner or later all the diapered slaves are paired with each other. It's nothing unusual, though it is Kathryn's first time with another slave…"

Kelly and Stacy looked at each other, both reaching the same horrible conclusion. "They don't know" said Stacy.

"Know what?" said Phoebe looking at both women, her heart missing a beat.

Kelly gulped and then cleared her throat and said "Kathryn is Diana's daughter".

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Kathryn looked at Diana astonished by what see saw. Except for the smaller breasts, it was as if she was looking at an older version of herself and she was forced to blink several times before she was convinced of Diana's reality. When she was, Kathryn blushed from her hairline to her waist in embarrassment. Despite Diana's unsettling appearance, Kathryn was even more troubled by the fact that she was not alone with Katrina. Although she had been forced to expose herself to Phoebe (and on occasion Laura), she had never (with the expectation of her humiliation, which she had blocked out of her mind) done so with a stranger present. Worse, what she did when she was with Katrina was so embarrassing and shameful (albeit exciting), that she could not conceive of having another with them. In fact, the idea that Katrina (whom Kathryn considered her de-factor spouse) would even entertain such an idea distressed her greatly and made her anxious.

Katrina seemed to read her mind for she said "Diana is very special, as you shall soon discover; I have known her for many years and it is time that she join us."

Kathryn looked at Katrina confused; she felt betrayed and hurt, for how could Katrina consider sharing their special and intimate relationship with another? Kathryn's eyes became blurred and she felt tears moisten her lashes.

Katrina seeing her reaction said "Don't fret my dear, I know you are confused. Remember our first time together? How anxious and worried you were? Yet did not everything turn out as I promised?"

"Yes Mistress" said Kathryn recalling their first night together. It was true, as Katrina had said. She had been worried and anxious, yet in the end, everything had turned out alright; in fact, better than alright, although not quite as she had expected. Although Kathryn had been deeply ashamed of what she had done, she had also come to understand, at least in part, what married women did in private, and why (even if it was too embarrassing to speak about). Although she did not think about it, Kathryn seemed to instinctively understand that this physical intimacy, however embarrassing, was a necessary part of such a relationship. However, she also considered this type of relationship exclusive and not to be shared.

"But Mistress" said Kathryn "I…I don't understand."

"Come here, my dear" said Katrina, motioning with her hand.

Kathryn approached and Katrina took her hand and said "Like our first night together, you have many preconceived ideas, ideas that do not conform to life's realities. Tonight my dear is another night for revelations, a night of discovery, and of learning."

Katrina's words echoed in Kathryn's head; there had been revelations their first night together, just as Katrina had stated. Would tonight be another such night, a night where she found out more of the answers she had been seeking? Kathryn had been anxious to learn more about herself and her past and why she was here. The prospect of getting at least some of these answers stilled some of her anxiety. Still, she could not see why Diana needed to be involved. "Mistress I still don't understand."

"Remember I told you once that you are mine to have and to cherish and that I cherished you more than you could ever image?"

"Yes Mistress" said Kathryn, more confused than ever.

"Do you still believe that what I have said is true?"

"Yes Mistress" said Kathryn. An in fact she did believe it, if anything more than when Katrina had first told her. Their ensuing time together, however intermittent and irregular had convinced her of that more than ever. Still, this made the presence of Diana even more confusing.

"I am an old woman" said Katrina stroking Kathryn's cheek with her other hand "and as such, I have had many relationships."

Kathryn was taken aback by this revelation. However upon reflection, it made sense. Physically Katrina appeared to be in her early sixties. That would make her somewhere near 90 standard years old. As such she had easily been alive at least four times longer than Kathryn had. In all that time it would of course be unreasonable to assume that she had never had another partner…

"I see that you began to understand, my dear" continued Katrina. "I have known Diana here from before your birth."

It now made sense to Kathryn, and explained why they looked so much alike. Katrina had met Diana years ago, before she was born, and loved her, like she now loved Kathryn. Given their remarkable physical resemblance, Kathryn could see why Katrina had been intrigued by her and desired that they too should be together. If this was true, then her instinct had been right; she had taken Kathryn just as she had taken Diana, and their relationship had blossomed. Still…

"But Mistress" said Kathryn "how can…how can there be two…of us…"

Katrina smiled and said "You are so delightful my dear. Remember how I warned you about having preconceived ideas? You have so many, and they close your mind to the true nature of things."

Nonplused Kathryn was forced to admit that Katrina was right again. She had assumed that their relationship was exclusive and that is was possible to only love one woman at a time…"But Headmistress Echo said…"

That's irrelevant my dear" said Katrina. "Again what you believe is getting in the way of what you know." Taking Diana's hand, she placed it in Kathryn's. "I want to share myself with both of you, to make everything complete."

Kathryn looked at Katrina and then Diana and blushed. She understood now: Katrina wanted to share with her what she shared with Diana and vice versa. Kathryn could not help but feeling touched, and excited. Underneath her diapers she felt her pisshonie tingle with pleasure. The idea of sharing herself with Diana was exciting and thrilling and embarrassing simultaneously. However, she did not know Diana and the idea of sharing herself in this way made her uneasy. After all, only a slut would do such a thing, especially with someone she didn't love and who did not love her.

"Mistress" said Kathryn "I love you."

"I know my dear" said Katrina.

Looking at Diana again and blushing Kathryn continued "But how can I with…with her…she does not love me."

Katrina smiled again and said "She loves you more than she could possibly conceive."

Kathryn looked at Katrina surprised. "How can that be possible Mistress?"

"There are many things that seem impossible, but which in fact, are quite possible when you understand them fully."

"But…"

"Shush, my dear" said Katrina stroking her cheek again. "Everything is alright, I assure you, that all will become clear in time. Remember our first night together?"

"Yes" said Kathryn, blushing and looking down.

"It will be like that again."

Kathryn looked at Katrina again. Her eyes were kindly and sparkling. She had been full of trepidations on their first night together, but Katrina had been right then, and Kathryn knew it was foolish to doubt her now. After all, everything she had said was true or had come to pass as she had predicted. In any case, what did she know? Perhaps this was the way things were supposed to be.

"Yes Mistress" she said "I am yours, as always."

"Excellent!" said Katrina.

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Blushing, Krystyn stood naked, covering herself with her arms and hands, in front of an equally naked and blushing Krystal. The awful woman Susan and demanded that they remove their clothes the second they had entered what appeared to be an exam room. Krystyn's head was still spinning with the terrible events that had brought them here. Headmistress Echo had dragged them, on foot, all the way from the bench in the Schoolhouse garden where she had caught them playing India's awful game, to the Castle and into Mistress Prudence's office. What followed had been a confusing and embarrassing nightmare that left both Krystyn and Krystal sobbing and begging for forgiveness. But Mistress Prudence had been anything but forgiving; before either could figure out what had happened they had found themselves being escorted to the dungeon and to the room where they now stood, naked and shivering.

Susan had immediately demanded that they remove all their clothes. Krystal had started crying again and Krystyn had pleaded with her, but to no avail. After slapping their faces and boxing their ears Susan had again demanded that they remove their clothes. Too shaken to resist further both young women and complied, albeit reluctantly and slowly. Now stripped to the skin, they stood embarrassed and frightened (and although neither could believe it, excited), awaiting what their mutual nightmare would bring next. Susan did not leave them waiting long either.