Notes From The Underground

"So you like to stick things inside each other?" she asked sarcastically.

"Please" said Krystal "it was a mistake."

"Yes, your mistake" said Susan. "However I've decided to indulge both of you." Pointing at Krystyn she continued "You! Get up on the first table."

Krystyn looked at Susan and then the table, her mouth open. The table was about 20 feet away, near the darkened-glass wall at the other end of the room. It was almost identical to the table used for her yearly physical exam. A tingle when through her pisshonie and up into her nipples which became hard and erect against her forearm. "Please…" she said.

But Susan shocked her into silence by swiftly crossing the room and grabbing her ear, and dragging her to the table. Krystyn started crying and yelped more in surprise than in pain at the rough treatment. "Now get on the table, slut! Don't make me tell you again!"

Krystyn rubbed her ear, tears running down her cheeks. Trembling she climbed onto the table and placed her legs in the stirrups. Susan immediately fastened her legs and torso to the table, effectively imprisoning her there. Krystyn blushed in embarrassment as she was fully exposed to everyone in the room. However another tingle of pleasure went through her pisshonie and through her breasts.

"You!" said Susan point at Krystal. "Come here!"

Krystal immediately complied. Susan's harshness and bad temper were beyond her experience; Headmistress Echo had been a stern and firm disciplinarian, punishing them as needed, but she had always been fair and had never mistreated them. Susan however was altogether different: mean, nasty, bad tempered, and worst of all unpredictable. Krystal was too intimidated and frightened by her to even think of disobeying. Approaching Susan, she glanced at Krystyn, and blushing, looked down at the floor.

Placing gloves on her hands, Susan took some clear thick cream and coated her right index finger with it. As Krystal watched in horror she took more of the cream and placed it in Krystyn's ass. After spreading it around, she penetrated Krystyn's ass with her index finger. Krystal let out a small sharp gasp of surprise and horror and she heard her companion moan. As she watched Susan slowly move her finger in and out of Krystyn's ass, Krystal felt her pisshonie quiver with pleasure and she blushed with embarrassment. How could she be excited by this? She asked herself both troubled and ashamed.

After what seemed like forever, Susan finally removed her finger from Krystyn's ass. Grapping Krystal's hand, she placed a dollop of the thick clear cream on her index finger, and then a large capsule on top the cream.

Looking at Krystal she said "Since you like sticking things in each other, here's your chance. Put it in her ass."

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Diana watched the exchange between Katrina and Kathryn in silence and astonishment. The more they talked the more confused she had become. One thing however was certain, the rumors had been true: Zax had acquired a new diapered slave. Everything else however made no sense whatsoever to Diana. All this nonsense about 'love' and 'first times' and an implied intimate and exclusive relationship between Katrina and this new diapered slave Kathryn absolutely made no sense. Even the easy and familiar way Kathryn talked to Katrina and the latter's gentle attitude towards her was not only incredible but surreal. And then there was Kathryn herself.

The young diapered slave appeared to be about 20, perhaps a little younger. Diana had been about her age when she had come to Zax's dungeon two decades ago. This in itself was unusual since most serious crimes were committed by older women. Was this a strange coincidence? Perhaps, although Diana had leaned to mistrust such things; even more strange was her affection for Katrina and her incredible naiveté. If all this was not enough, the remarkable physical similarity between herself and Kathryn was both unsettling and disturbing. Diana knew that although rare, it was not unusual to encounter such near-identical similarities in the physical appearance of two ostensibly unrelated women. The Duenas and genetic tinkering ensured that such things happened occasionally. Still, it seemed a very unlikely coincidence that such a younger twin of Diana would find herself a diapered slave in Zax's dungeon. All this set-off Diana's mental alarms and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck rise. Despite all this however, Diana found herself strangely drawn to the young woman. There was something about her, something familiar (beyond her mere physical appearance) and sincere, which made Diana feel instantly affectionate, if not protective, towards her. When Katrina had placed her hand in Kathryn's, an electric thrill went though Diana's body, like she had found a missing part of herself, a long lost, but much sought-after soul mate. It was as if, in that instant, Diana had fallen in love and she heard Katrina's words echoing in her ears: 'She loves you more than she could possibly conceive'.

Diana's reverie was broken in part by the mental alarms which seemed to grow louder and more urgent as she thought about Kathryn; the other was Katrina's voice.

"You may wet yourself now Diana; there will be no contest tonight."

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Krystal looked at Susan mortified, not believing her ears. She had never touched anyone like this before, not even herself. Looking at her hand she examined her finger. On the tip, was the capsule, half embedded in a large dollop of clear jelly-like cream. On the table she saw Krystyn, her legs spread wide, her pisshonie shamefully exposed, her ass glistening with a slick coating of the same thick cream. A tingle of pleasure went through Krystal's pisshonie and she shuddered, hesitating, unable to do as Susan demanded. "Please…" she said.

But Susan let out a loud inpatient sigh cutting off her protest. Grabbing Krystal's hand so that the index finger was tightly clamped between her own thumb and forefinger, she pulled Krystal's arm so that the tip of her extended finger was positioned over Krystyn's anus. "Please!" Krystal pleaded "I don't want to hurt her!"

"You weren't worried about that earlier, slut" said Susan. "Now stick it in her!"

Krystyn looked at Krystal and pleaded with her friend "Please Krissy, oh please!" Krystyn had never been so humiliated and embarrassed in her life. It was bad enough that Headmistress Echo had caught them red-handed and then proceeded to tell Mistress Prudence everything in excruciating detail. However, this was mild compared to their current predicament. Taking her clothes off in front of Krystal and Susan had been bad enough. But climbing on the table and exposing herself like this was almost more than she could bear. Tears of shame ran down Krystyn's face and she was flushed from her hairline to her waist. She had practically died of embarrassment when Susan penetrated her anus with her finger. Now she wanted Krystal to do the same, and leave the large capsule that was on her finger inside her. The thought of having something placed inside her instinctively frightened Krystyn, and she pulled futilely against the restraints that held her fast to the table. But worst of all, and in spite of all these terrible things, her pisshonie was quivering with pleasure. How can I possibly be excited by this? She asked herself, deeply disturbed. Then another even more troubling question occurred to her: Is it possible that I am truly a slut?

Krystal looked at Krystyn; her face was drawn and her eyes worried. "I'm sorry Kristi" she said. With that Susan pushed her finger so that it penetrated Krystyn's anus. Krystal's eyes widened in horror as she saw her finger and the capsule disappear inside Krystyn's ass. "Oh god!" she exclaimed. Krystyn moaned and Krystal noticed that Susan was touching her pisshonie with her fingers, brushing their tips over the lips and top part. Krystal felt her own pisshonie quiver again and a thrill of pleasure ran through her body. Her finger was buried inside her closest companion and despite herself she was irresistibly excited by it. How can this be? She asked herself.

After a few seconds, Susan released her hand, and Krystal, as if observing someone else, watched as she slowly removed her finger from Krystyn's ass.

"Oh god!" moaned Krystyn.

As soon as her finger was out, Susan placed another capsule on it. "Stick it in the slut" she said. "She clearly enjoys having your finger inside her."

Krystyn turned crimson and moaned "Oh god! Please Krissy, oh please!"

But Krystal barely heard her. Detached, and with fascinated horror (her pisshonie quivering), Krystal watched herself as she stuck her finger inside Krystyn's ass, burying it to the knuckle on the base of her hand.

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Diana wet herself reflexively, as she had been trained to do. The sensation of warm urine splattering against her pussy and the diaper sent a tingle of pleasure though her body and made the nipples or her breasts erect and hard. Although Diana was embarrassed at wetting herself in front of Kathryn and Katrina, her bladder silently thanked her for the release. When she was done, Diana looked down and saw the familiar urine stain on the front of her bulging diaper. Glancing up she blushed as she saw Katrina smiling slyly and Kathryn looking embarrassed as she stood looking at the stained diaper.

Kathryn did not really understand why Katrina asked Diana to wet herself and she was surprised to see Diana immediately do so. Of course Kathryn had been wetting herself ever since her first day in the dungeon, so it was not a complete surprise to see Diana do so, given that she was also wearing diapers. However it was just as embarrassing to watch as it was to wet herself and Kathryn found herself blushing as Diana relieved her bladder.

When Diana had finished Katrina said "Remove her diaper Kathryn."

Kathryn blushed deep red and looked at Katrina who said "Its fine my dear." Of course this only made sense as they were all going to have to remove their clothes eventually. Still, Kathryn was embarrassed; she had never seen Diana naked, of course, and the idea of taking off her diaper made her anxious. However her pisshonie quivered and Kathryn could feel herself getting wet. Trembling, she moved her hand and unfastened one side of Diana's diaper letting the heavy urine soaked cloth fall to the floor. Diana smiled shyly at her but remained silent.

"You can remove her diaper" said Katrina to Diana.

Diana smiled again at Kathryn and unfastened her diaper which fell silently and lightly to the floor. Kathryn's blush deepened but her pisshonie tingled with pleasure and she felt her nipples become hard.

Katrina smiled and opening her robe, shrugged her shoulders, causing it to fall away from her body and onto the floor. Taking Diana's and Kathryn's hands she led both woman into the bedroom. Looking around Kathryn noted that the room was unchanged; the large cherry-wood framed and canopied bed still stood along the center of the back wall, its covers turned down. Candles provided the only light, bathing the room in a soft yellow-orange glow. Looking at the floor Kathryn blushed, for she knew what would follow. Stopping next to the bed, Katrina kissed Kathryn on the cheek, and moving to one side, she released the hands of the slaves. Nodding at Diana she said "Its time that the two of you became better acquainted."

Diana was beyond confused; she had all but given up trying to understand what was going on. One thing was clear however, this was completely unlike any other session she had spent with Katrina (or any other Mistress for that matter). Usually it was right down to business with both slaves moving straight away to whatever service was desired of them. This might involve any number of activities, but in Diana's experience there were few, if any, preliminaries, such as there were tonight. In fact, if she didn't know better, it almost seemed as if Katrina was purposely trying to make the session romantic. However Diana dismissed this idea immediately as absurd. Still, it appeared that Katrina had something distinctly different in mind for their service tonight. In the end, it did not really matter, for whether pleasant or painful, they had no choice but to comply with their Mistress's wishes and demands. Might as well go along concluded Diana and hope for the best. Looking at Kathryn she smiled and the young slave blushed and looked down at the floor.

God! She's almost like the mythical blushing bride thought Diana. Still there was something very likable about her and Diana again felt instantly attracted and even affectionate towards the young woman. Moving closer to her, Diana gently kissed her on the cheek. Kathryn looked up, her face flushed and her eyes filled with innocent desire. Putting her hands on her shoulders, Diana turned her head and kissed her on the lips. Kathryn returned the kiss, and Diana instantly became more passionate with both her tongue and her hands, which she moved slowly, exploring the beautiful and full body of the young woman.

Although Kathryn was intensely embarrassed, she enjoyed Diana's kisses just as she had enjoyed Katrina's. Her pisshonie was dripping wet and tingles of pleasure ran though it and down into her thighs. Kathryn also noted Diana's hands moving over her body, touching her back, buttocks, and the sides of her enormous breasts. She could feel her erect nipples rubbing against Diana's own ample breasts and this sent even more tingles of pleasure though her body. Like Katrina, Diana was patient and as she continued kissing her, Kathryn became wetter and wetter, intoxicated by the soft lights of the candles and all the erotic touching. Before long Kathryn felt the heady grip of passion possess her body and mind. At this point Katrina joined in. Standing next to both slaves, she embraced them, and moving her head between theirs, kissed Kathryn and then Diana passionately on the mouth. Within a few moments the three women became enthralled with each other, theirs arms, breasts, hands, and mouths aggressively intertwined, their minds consumed by passion.

For Diana there was nothing about this session that made any sense; it was so completely unlike any other she had ever experienced, but she was also beyond caring. She had never had such an intensely erotic experience in her life. Despite Kathryn's reticent innocence Diana found the young woman incredibly passionate and sexy and she could not remember the last time she had been so intensely aroused. Her pussy was dripping wet and she could feel that her lips were open and loose. Even Katrina seemed sexy and alluring and it was difficult to remember that she was their Mistress. However deep in the back of her mind, the alarm that had troubled her earlier, was still sounding its warning; something was wrong here, but what? Before Diana could think about this further Katrina took her hand and placed in on Kathryn's pussy. The young woman moaned distracting Diana and reminding her of the urgent passion between her own legs. Katrina seemed to sense Diana's need, for she immediately started lightly stroking her pussy. Diana moaned in pleasure, parting her lips and throwing her head back, her internal alarms suppressed and forgotten for the moment.

Taking Kathryn's hand, Katrina placed it over her pussy and said "Touch me!"

Kathryn blushed in embarrassment but she instantly complied. After all she had done this before; however she was also distracted by Diana touching her own pisshonie. Only Katrina had touched her like this before and anxious shame filled Kathryn's mind. But Diana's touch also sent thrills of pleasure through her body overwhelming her mind with passion. It was so humiliating but, oh, how she craved being touched like this! Within a few seconds Kathryn heard Katrina and Diana moaning with pleasure as they stroked each other.

Moving her lips near Diana's ear Katrina said "You want her, don't you?"

"Yes" panted Diana. And it was true. She had never wanted any one or anything like she wanted Kathryn. The feeling was so intense; it was as if Kathryn was a lost part of herself that she needed to posses in order to be complete. "Yes Mistress, I do" she repeated.

Then moving her head Katrina whispered in Kathryn's ear "You want something inside now, something from her, don't you my dear?"

"Oh god!" said Kathryn, moaning again and blushing. It was true she wanted Diana to take her just as Katrina had. There was something about that particular act that brought intimacy, an intimacy that Kathryn now craved from Diana. Why, she could not say; perhaps it as her affectionate kisses and loving attention but whatever the reason Diana seemed to fill a void her in life, a void Kathryn had not realized existed until now. Still, it was so humiliating and embarrassing as well as wrong, but these thoughts only drove Kathryn's passions.

"I know is wrong, but I do" she said. "Please, I am so ashamed but I want her so."

"As you should, my dear" said Katrina "as you should."

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Krystyn watched in horror as Krystal put one capsule after another inside her. Her companion moved like an automaton, mindless but methodical and indifferent to her pleas. Each time Krystal penetrated her, a quiver of pleasure rippled though her pisshonie and despite her embarrassment, Krystyn moaned in pleasure. However anxiety also filled her, for although she did not know what the capsules were, she was certain they were malicious. However after Krystal had placed three of the ominous pills inside her, Susan said "It's time to let your companion have her turn."

Pointing at the other exam table she looked at Krystal and said "Get up on the other table."

Krystal looked at Susan, her eyes blank. Her mind had become detached from her body as she had put the capsules inside Krystyn; it had been as if someone else was performing this terrible violation of her companion while she watched both fascinated and frozen in horror, unable to move, yet captivated by the stunning awfulness of act. Although her mind had been paralyzed by the atrociousness of what she had done, her body had not. Krystal's pisshonie tingled with pleasure and she could feel that she was wet. However when Susan spoke, this broke the spell that seemed to grip her mind. "What?" she said.

"Get up on the other table, slut" commanded Susan still pointing.

Krystal looked at her in horror instantly realizing what would happen next. "Please" she said.

But Susan was in no mood to listen to her pleadings. Grabbing her by the ear, she pulled Krystal to the table and said "Get up on the table now, slut!"

Krystal was so startled by Susan's swift and brutal action that she reflexively started to climb up onto the table. As she did so, Susan turned and unfastened the straps holding Krystyn. "Your turn, slut" she said, motioning Krystyn to get off the table.

Turning back to Krystal, Susan quickly strapped her to the table, and then taking more of the cream, coated her ass. "Oh god! Please!" Krystal pleaded. "Please no!" But Susan ignored her, and moving her finger over Krystal's anus, plunged it deep inside her. Krystal cried out "Oh god no; please!" when she felt herself violated by Susan's finger. But her pisshonie quivered in pleasure making her gasp in surprise at the conflicting emotions and sensations flooding her mind and body.