Notes From The Underground

Diana was not far from coming either. Kathryn's moaning and soft cries coupled with her innocent but intense desire had left Diana yearning to have and be with her, to share herself in this most intimate way. She had never been this excited before or craved another woman so intensely. However Kathryn apparently shared her excitement for her pussy was unbelievably wet and loose; the poor girl was so self-lubricated that Diana had to keep increasing the tempo and pace of her thrusting in order to generate the necessary friction inside the strap-on's harness to stimulate herself. The physical exertion was beginning to take its toll; sweat covered her body and Diana's breathing was fast as she gulped for air between her own moans and cries of passion. However, she was winning the struggle; within the strap-on she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm as her hardened clitoris rubbed against the slick inside surface of the harness. Thrusting faster she moaned again; it wouldn't be long now…

Katrina ran her hands through Kathryn's golden hair, adjusting her head, fine-tuning the position of her tongue. Kathryn had still not lost her innocence and sexual naïveté which Katrina found so intoxicatingly erotic. Even better, she had retained her extreme sense of embarrassment and shame despite the irresistible and uncontrollable desire that possessed her. As for Diana, she too retained not only her physical beauty but her own sort of naïveté. Katrina eyed her, as she thrust her hips wildly back and forth into Kathryn. If she only knew, thought Katrina; the innocent daughter and the incestuous mother, together, here, pleasuring her. Between her legs, Katrina could feel the wet mess that was her pussy. Kathryn's tongue was thrusting deep inside her; the saliva from her mouth coupling with her own juices, wetting the entire area and matting her pubic hair. God! she was excited! Inside her pussy she could feel her orgasm starting to build, in a few seconds she would cum…

Groaning and blushing, Kathryn cried out "Oh god! It feels so good! Please Mistress, please, my pisshonie!"

"Oh god yes!" Diana moaned. "Please Mistress, let us cum, please!"

"Cum my lovely sluts" said Katrina. And with that all three women came, each moaning and crying out as intense waves of pleasure swept through their bodies.

Kathryn was the first to recover, perhaps because she was the youngest, or because she was in the most awkward position of the three women. Straightening her arms, she pushed her head up, and seeing Katrina she blushed. Oh! God! she had done it again! Shame and embarrassment filled her, partially mitigating the afterglow of her pleasure. Katrina half opened her eyes and smiled at her. Toughing her cheek lightly she said "You are as delightful as you are lovely."

"Oh Mistress" said Kathryn "I am so embarrassed and ashamed. Did I please you?"

"Yes my dear, very much so". The looking at Diana she said "However we are not done yet."

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Krystal turned her head and looked at Krystyn in horror. Two S-shaped tattoos ran across both cheeks on her face, like healing scars, scabbed over and ugly. Her beautiful long hair had been cut hideously short, into an unflattering bowl-shaped chop that tapered up in the back, exposing her neck. Susan had also placed tattoos on their shoulders, arms, and legs, further disfiguring their once unadorned bodies with permanent reminders of their shame. Krystal touched her own cheeks and felt the chopped ends of her hair with her finger tips. Oh god! she thought I must look as awful as Krystyn! As tears ran down her face, she looked between her legs. The thick white cream that Susan had placed there was now filled with strands of loose hair.

Krystal could not remember when the hair had first appeared on her pisshonie, only that she had been afraid when she first noticed it. Headmistress Echo had explained that they should expect this change in their bodies. Along with the swelling of their breasts and other changes that were too embarrassing to think about. "This is the signal that you are becoming young women" said the Headmistress. "In short, you will soon become adults, get married and leave the school, and perhaps one day, have children of your own." Although the Headmistress had made it sound exiting, Krystal was not so sure she wanted to grow-up and become an adult. The process of maturing sounded frightening and she wasn't at all sure that she was prepared for the changes that would come. However, fear had turned to acceptance as her body, almost against her will, continued its changes mindless of her concerns. Soon, acceptance gave way to enthusiasm or at least interested familiarity as she discovered the physical pleasures of her maturing body. Eventually fear had been replaced with pride and confidence as she embraced her womanhood. Now, Susan was taking even that away from them. Although Krystal had long since ceased to think about the hair on her pisshonie, she mourned its impending loss, for it symbolized her adulthood, and the fact that she was a grown woman and no longer a schoolgirl.

As Susan moved between her legs, Krystal held her breath. Please she thought, don't wash away the cream, I can't bear to see myself that way. But Susan was oblivious to her silent pleadings. Grabbing a small hose, she spayed warm water onto the cream, which washed effortlessly away, carrying the strands of her womanhood and pride with it. Krystal gasped as she saw her denuded pisshonie and more tears fell from her eyes, watering her cheeks and breasts.

Susan then stepped between Krystyn's legs, hosing her off and leaving her pisshonie bare and naked in the harsh bright light of the room. "You should know" she said casually, "that the tattoos on your face will change color whenever you cum."

Krystal involuntarily put both hands on her cheeks, as if trying to hide her future shame. Looking at Krystyn she saw that her face was pale and her eyes wide. The implications of Susan's comment were horrific: everyone would instantly know if they pleasured themselves. "Oh no!" whispered Krystyn. However Susan seemed oblivious to their reaction; moving back between Krystal's legs she placed another full enema bag on the pole near the foot of the table and began lubricating the nozzle. "Oh please" said Krystal "not that again, please!"

"You can have the enema or a spanking, like your companion. It makes no difference to me."

"Oh god!" said Krystal. There seemed to be no end to this nightmare! Before coming to this awful room she had not known what an enema was. Now she dreaded the sight of the clear bag bulging with warm water. Looking down at her stomach, she remembered the painful cramping and the full distended bloating of her belly. "Please, no!" she pleaded with Susan again.

Looking up, Susan paused from lubricating the nozzle and said "Suit yourself. I'll make sure you squeeze the punishment plug when I spank you."

Krystal's face went pale and a cold tingle ran down her spine. She could feel the punishment plug inside her, soft like warm jelly. With the tattoos, haircuts, and the loss of hair on her pisshonie she had forgotten about the sinister plug Susan had placed inside her. The thought of being spanked was bad enough, but the added and uncertain pain of the plug, made her stomach tight with fear. Although the enema was terrible, at least it was something she was familiar with; the punishment plug however was an unknown and its very name filled her with trepidation. "No, Please" said Krystal "don't spank me, please!"

"Very well" said Susan resuming her preparations for administering the enema. Placing the lubricated nozzle aside she said "First we must remove the punishment plug." Taking a clear stiff tube she placed one end over Krystal's anus and inserted into her body. Krystal felt a slight pulling sensation and when she looked down, she could see that the first six inches of the tube was filled with a thick brownish-colored jelly. Removing the tube, Susan grabbed the enema nozzle and inserted it into Krystal's ass.

"Oh god!" moaned Krystal as the she felt the water start to flow insider her. As she watched the enema bag empty, Susan took another smaller and empty bag and hung it on the pole. Taking the tube from this bag, she quickly inserted it into the place on her pisshonie where her pee came out. Krystal gasped in horror, but before she could react, Susan had the tube inside her. Suddenly Krystal's bladder felt full and she wanted to pee urgently, but she could not. "Oh please!" she cried "please take that out! I need to pee!"

"All in good time" said Susan. Moving over to Krystyn, Susan produced a small walnut-sized egg-shaped object, which she coated with clear, thick, jelly. When she was done, she quickly inserted it into Krystyn's pisshonie. "Oh god! What is that?" said Krystyn moving her hips and ass in an attempt to dislodge the egg-shaped object Susan had placed inside her. The idea of having something inside her pisshonie made her panicky. However she could also feel that she was excited. Her pisshonie quivered with pleasure and tingles ran through her body.

"You'll find out soon enough" said Susan in her usual cryptic manner.

By this time, Krystal was moaning as the cramps started to ripple through her abdomen. "Oh please!" she cried "it hurts."

"As it should" said Susan, moving to adjust the flow of the water from the bag.

After a few minutes, the cramps died down a bit, but Krystal could feel that she was sweating again. "Oh god Krissy, what's going to happen to us?" she said, looking at her friend.

"What you deserve!" said Susan answering for Krystyn.

Krystyn looked at Krystal and shook her head. She could make no sense of anything that had happened since Headmistress Echo had surprised them in the garden. Their lives had become a nightmare filled with all their worst fears and anxieties. Her mind was consumed with the conflicting sensations of shame and forbidden excitement. These seemed to feed on each other in a never ending but heightening cycle that made her head spin faster and faster with each new humiliation. What will happen to us? She thought.

When the enema bag was empty, Susan unfastened the straps holding them to the table. "Time to go" she said.

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Katrina positioned herself behind Diana, the phallus of the strap-on in her right hand. Below her and on her back, Kathryn looked up, her eyes wide and her face red with embarrassment. Diana's pussy was inches from her mouth, its lips loose and moist with the excitement of their previous tryst. Positioning the head of the phallus over Diana's anus, Katrina pushed her hips forward, slowly inserting it into her ass. Diana gasped as she felt the thick shaft of the strap-on slide into her. "Oh god!" she moaned.

Kathryn gasped and her eyes widened in surprise for she had never seen the strap-on actually inserted before. Diana's anus seemed to expand beyond anything she would have thought possible and it seemed to take forever before the faux phallus was completely inside her. Oh god! thought Kathryn blushing in embarrassment. It must have been like that when she inserted it into me…

"Lick her" commanded Katrina.

Kathryn blinked and bending her head back slightly extended her tongue until the tip made contact with Diana's pisshonie. Kathryn could smell and taste Diana's heady odor and this made her own body tingle with excitement. Above her, she could see Diana's stomach and hanging breasts, and further along her chin, lips, and nose which were positioned over her own pisshonie.

Slapping Diana on the ass, Katrina said to her "tongue her."

"Yes Mistress" said Diana. Moving her head down, she ran her tongue along Kathryn's pussy. The young woman moaned and reflexively raised her hips, opening her legs wider. Behind her, Diana could feel Katrina begin to thrust, moving the phallus in and out of her ass. At the same time, she could feel Kathryn's tongue on her clitoris, the lips of her mouth brushing against the lips of her pussy. "Oh god!" she moaned.

Katrina closed her eyes and parted her lips, breathing in softly. Between her legs she could feel the harness rub against her clitoris with each thrust, stimulating her physically. In front and below her she could hear the moans and cries of passion as mother and daughter tongued and sucked each other's pussies, stimulating her mind with their unaware incest. This was the fulfillment of two decades of patience, planning, and work. Everything forbidden was now available to her; nothing was off-limits. Ah! But better to enjoy the moment. Moving her hands along Diana's back, Katrina increased the tempo of her thrusting. She was excited and her orgasm was close. In a few moments she would cum…

Kathryn kissed and licked Diana's pisshonie, using some of the techniques Phoebe had taught her. God! This was so embarrassing she thought. Still she was uncontrollably excited! Between her legs she could feel Diana; her mouth, lips, and tongue seemed to be all over her pisshonie. Kathryn shuddered with excitement: she had never been so wet and loose or ashamed of herself. But despite her feelings, she could not control her desire. Frantic, she moved her hips up and down in time to Katrina's thrusting. Inside her pisshonie she could feel the pleasure wave starting to build. In a few moments it would overcome her, sweeping her body, and consuming her mind…

Diana moaned and cried out as small waves of pleasure traversed her body. Her ass felt full and heavy and her pussy wet and sloppy. Somehow Kathryn's tongue seemed to move in and out of her in perfect time to Katrina's thrusting. The young woman's innocent desire was intoxicating and Diana wanted to possess her, hold her, kiss her, and yes love her. It was odd that she could feel this way about someone she had just met! The alarm in her mind was sounding louder than ever, yet it seemed muffled and distant, its warning and its urgency unimportant at this moment. She needed Kathryn, needed her more than anything in her life. Burying her face in the young woman's pussy she kissed her lips, running her tongue along her slit, and then biting her clitoris. Kathyrn's body shuddered and she started moving her hips as Diana put her tongue into her vagina. Deep inside her own body Diana could feel the beginnings of orgasm. In seconds she would loose control to the irresistible pleasure….

"Please Mistress" cried Diana "let's us cum! Please!"

"Yes! Cum! Cum now!" cried Katrina. She was there, in that perfect state of physical excitement and mental stimulation. Tensing her body, Katrina thrust the phallus deep into Diana's ass and let the orgasm sweep her body. "Oh god! Yes! Yes!" she cried out as the massive spasm of pleasure swept though her.

"Oh god yes!" cried Diana a split second later as she convulsed with her own orgasm.

Kathryn came too, right with Diana. Gripped by a desire she could not understand or control and with embarrassment and shame feeding her passion, the intense pleasure wave swept through her body; down her thighs and up into her enormous breasts and aching nipples. "Oh god! Oh god, it feels so good!"

As their passion subsided all three women collapsed into a pile of tangled arms and legs, each breathing hard and sweating. Katrina surprisingly was the first to recover. Sitting up on her left arm she said "We're not quite done…"

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Krystal looked around in panic; bright lights dazzled her eyes preventing her from seeing more than a few feet beyond the center of the Castle Courtyard where she stood upright, arms outstretched, on the strange apparatus which Susan had fastened her body. Below her, she could see Krystyn, her upper body stretched horizontally along the top of what looked like a padded sawhorse. She was bent at the waist and her ankles were fastened to the legs of the sawhorse. Susan had placed her wrists in leather cuffs and extended her arms above her head, and fastened the cuffs to the end of the sawhorse. This left Krystyn immobile with her backside awkwardly and shamefully exposed. Around them, Krystal could hear a large and excited crowd of women laughing and joking in the thick night air. Just at the edge of her vision, she could see Susan's back and hear her speaking to the large crowd.

'Oh god!" moaned Krystal looking at Krystyn. "What's going on?"

But Krystyn merely shook her head. She was as befuddled by what was happening as Krystal, and the shock and embarrassment of her predicament left her mind awhirl and her head spinning. Susan had dragged them into the Courtyard, escorted by two of the black uniformed Castle guards. Krystal had struggled the entire way, tubes up her ass and pisshonie, her belly distended and cramping with the enema she could not expel. Krystyn had not found the trip much easier, with the punishment plug filling her ass and ready to burst with the slightest misstep on her part. By the time they had reached the Courtyard both of them had been sweating and breathing hard, their hearts beating fast, their faces flush from embarrassment and the exertions of their ordeal. Susan and the two guards had quickly fastened them to the strange devices where they now waited, for what they could only guess, would come next in their mutual nightmare.

Both young women were too mentally distressed and physically uncomfortable to listen to what Susan was saying to the crowd. Each was completely occupied by the private and urgent signals of distress from her own tortured body. Cramps from both her bladder and stomach rippled across Krystal's abdomen in ever increasing waves of agony. Her belly felt as if it would burst at any second and Krystal's only thought was the tubes that blocked the relief she so desperately craved and of Susan who had the power to remove them… Krystyn situation was only marginally better. Although she was free from the torments of the enema, the weight of her body pressed against her near busting bladder, generating painful spasms that radiated into her groin. In her ass, she could feel the beginnings of a sharp and intense burning sensation; the punishment plug, she guessed, had either partially melted or was leaking from the stress of walking or from the effort of standing on tiptoes (to reduce the pressure on her painfully full bladder). Krystyn could feel the muscles in her legs and feet twitching and straining with the effort of supporting herself. Cramping in her arches and calves could not be far off and soon her legs would give out from fatigue, unless Susan released her…

When Susan finished addressing the crowd she went directly to over to Krystal and removed the tubes from her ass and pisshonie. Krystal gasped as the tubes fell free of her body and immediately she could feel liquid splashing against her legs and thighs. Looking down, she blushed in horror to see that she was wetting herself. Squeezing her thighs, she tired to stop the flow of urine but her bladder would not obey her. "Oh god!" she cried as urine continued splattering everywhere. Before she could regain control however, another intense set of cramps wracked her belly. Squeezing her ass, Krystal fought to keep from expelling. A long arc of urine shot forward from her bladder splattering Krystyn and Krystal gasped in horror. Her efforts to prevent herself from expelling the enema has resulted in her peeing on her friend. "Oh god, no!" she moaned. However, the cramps were too strong and instead of subsiding steadily and rapidly grew worse; Krystal felt the muscles in her buttocks weakening and her whole body trembled. "Oh god no!" she moaned again as her sphincter gave way and she expelling violently, splattering her backside with the contents of her bowels.