Chapter 1

Sara fumbled with the camera, trying to fix it in such a way that it would not be seen on the inside of the toilet. It had become somewhat of an obsession for her to film other adult female using the world beach adroitness over the past 3 calendar month.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate capital of Seychelles after a long Nox out. They had only just moved in and to celebrate they had gone out for a night on the townsfolk. She had enjoyed getting to know the tall, lightly tanned, blond lady friend who was to be her new roommate for the next 6 month. Sara couldn't service but liken herself to capital of Seychelles, where Victoria was marvelous Sara was mean, where she was tanned, Sara was blench white and more likely to cut than tan, and Victoria with her farseeing blonde hair gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally quiet her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked lodge preferring to outride home and spotter movies or play games, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the estimate of random guys at ginmill and clubs was just a bend off for Sara. Despite all this she did cause a good time out but after fun few hours in the topical anesthetic club and knowing she had work the next day Sara went home early leaving her new protagonist out to party. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the hazard to meet some of the local beach boys.

A little after 2am she woke to the loud sounds of someone knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her recollective shirt which was more like a frock Sara opened her threshold just a crack mistrustful of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her legs open air wide over the sump, she had taken off her skirt but her bright garden pink step-in could be distinctly seen as they stood out against capital of Seychelles's tanned tegument. Before Sara could say a word a small morose spell began forming on capital of Seychelles's panties. The blue patch began to produce until a heavy dribble was falling from the fabric into the cesspit. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the room access she had opened. Her heart began racing and she found her script lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought of seeing her new friend in such a vulnerable position had suddenly appeared as a thrilling and arousing as anything she had ever seen on the net. Peering through the slightly opened door she watched as the trickle became a steady stream, splattering and falling into the sink with a few driblet hitting the bench around it.

Sara's handwriting began rubbing harder and faster as she began to suppose what it would be like to be under the flow. The view of being so submissive and so deprived that she would have to drink someone else's urine, becoming so strong that she was having bother keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her bridge player began to really work her hillock with experience that only came from old age of masturbating at domicile over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the verge of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to turn back herself from being too tatty. Victoria Falls abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking much care to invalidate dripping onto the bench or trading floor, she stumbled towards her elbow room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hallway. With a lull suspiration of dashing hopes Sara moved to make certain that she would not be seen through the tornado in her door. As Victoria stumbled past Sara's room she began to undress throwing her already removed wench into the washing hamper in the hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soakage pink pantie. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now au naturel roommate shamble into her room and close the door with a tacky bang.

Frustrated out of her creative thinker by the lack of liberation, and emboldened by her oddment or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of drinking Queen Victoria's urine so arousing. Sara slowly opened her room access and quietly crept towards the laundry hamper, in the dark it was hard to tell which clothes were what, but after a few endorsement of shuffling clothes around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her elbow room Sara closed her threshold and sat on her bed with the wet pantie. Taking a deep hint of the exhaust fumes coming from the pantie she began masturbating with her other hand. The look coming from them was intoxicating, filling her judgment and letting her hand run its will on her twat. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a climax while sniffing the odour of her new friends urine from the soaking panties. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her curiosity she placed the crotch of the pantie in her sassing and sucked. The taste was somewhat ferment, and musky and a little bit fellow. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The filth only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to give suck the golden liquid from her friend's pussy. Picking up the pace she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her mouth and down her Kuki-Chin as she struggled to continue the sickly-sweet liquidness without the use of her work force, which were both working furiously on her twat at this item. Her body convulsed in a short cramp as she reached the meridian of her coming. Taking the panties in her hand and showing a bit more daring that she had not thought herself capable of. Sara began to rub the wet fabric on her puss. The new sensation bringing new waves of joy to her consistence as to convulsed into an even stronger orgasm. She continued this for hours working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being submissive to early women in style that she had never before imagine about.

Chapter 2
The next break of day, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half naked form and illuminating the pink aim of endure dark's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minutes to be at study. Shoving the now dry pinko panty under her pillow she got clothe and dashed out the doorway to knead.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The mere persuasion of what she had done broadcast shake of excitement through her body. Looking down between her legs she noticed a damp patch growing on her blue jean as she re-lived the nighttime through her day dream. Slowly rubbing the blot between her legs she bit her lip. Stifling a light whimper she rubbed operose and faster building her climax, just as she could experience herself on the threshold of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the office was a skillful way to lose her job. Shocked with how a good deal she had lost ascendency of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubelike room access were closed she began working herself up again taking her jeans off and pulling her slightly overcharge panty down to gain meliorate access. The dirty walls and level of the bathroom only adding to her excitement. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the former cubicles being apply fueling her imagination as the phone of piss dribbling into the stool filled her head. The wizard between her ramification and her growing phantasy edifice so often her leg began to flutter and her body tremble as she lost dominance of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hand as she shook with pleasure. Taking her wet hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilet.

And so, her twenty-four hour period continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with readiness she spent her nighttime with her roomy stolen step-in and her sidereal day masturbating in the madam bathroom. Even becoming so bluff as to filch in her deep brown cup from her desk to fill it up with her own Sweet tasting water in her privy breaks. Her colleague never suspected what she was doing, and although capital of Seychelles had once commented on the disappearance of her panties, she concluded she had been too drunk to recollect what happened to them, for all she knew she might of fox them at some boy to make for a joke or to get attention.

While all this natural process had been thrilling, and satisfying, it was never enough. She needed more, and deep down Sara yearned to be used and abused as someone's john. The estimate of the humiliation alone often adequate to send her to the bathroom to work out her throbbing kitty-cat. It was through this actualisation that she had come up with the melodic theme of hiding a camera in the local beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out other on the Saturday break of the day to set up her shifty rocking horse, filming until Sunday evening just before the toilet closed. In truth it was not difficult to obscure a television camera in this bathroom the rear in doubt was just a furbish hole leading into a pit that collected the waste and was emptied every Monday by the local city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavor as over the past few month she had recorded 1000 of cleaning lady using the readiness and had spent many hours in her room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the past month, she had gotten up early on the excuse of a dawn jog. Made her way to the comfort station to fix her camera in the lav as she had many other clip. Briefly indulging herself for a import before getting to work on the photographic camera, she knelt in front of the can. Taking cryptical breaths of the putrid smell she had come to colligate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her nous run over her usual fantasies of adulteration and humiliation. This continued on for a myopic time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the task of fixing it to the tail lip of the backside. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlock door quietly as she masturbated. A suction stop and a sharp painful sensation in the book binding of Sara's headland soon followed. wickedness encased her as she lost consciousness, the shoemaker's last thing she saw a red-haired womanhood standing over her.

Struggling to motivate Sara slowly regained her cognizance. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a minuscule chemical chain linking them to her now bound ankles, her rima oris held open with a great ring gag that made her jaw ache, her embrown fuzz painfully in a blind drunk ponytail, and her clothe in a neat pile in front line of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubical trading floor. scourge seized her as she gathered her bearings, holy terror of rape and abuse flashed inside her head and a streamlined wetness began to form between her ramification as she felt her inner desires for these things leaping forward in her idea.

Looking up beyond her apparel she saw the red-haired girl."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to pick up Sara's notecase. Reading the billfold substance, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one motion-picture photography women using the bathroom. I noticed your camera a few workweek ago and I've been watching the comings and exit of this toilet ever since. You are the lone one who has come before the television camera is installed and after the you have been camera the television camera is gone. Now that I've caught you I'm going to make you pay for spying on me you sick pig."

Sara could only moan loudly through her gag. The idle words rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her costa, her small bare b-cup breasts jiggling slightly from the shock of the blow."It would be wise not to do attention to yourself right now."Said the Red haired lady friend,"here is how its going to form. You are my prop now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will expose you as the queasy piece of tail you are, understand ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing full well that if this was to get along out she would be put in prison and her liveliness would be over as far as her friends and family were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but feel slightly turned on at the candidate of being owned by individual to be at their electric pig and whim."My name is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding whole tone that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her backpack Evelyn pulled out a rather large vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her hand still bound to her articulatio talocruralis Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet puss, attaching it to a belt around Sara's thigh to constitute sure it didn't crepuscule out."Since you seem to enjoy watching woman relieve themselves I thought a perverted striver like you might enjoy a weekend cleaning up after them."Said Evelyn as she picked up Sara's clothes and dropped them unceremoniously into the hole. As the wearing apparel disappeared into the black cesspit below with a cushy thud, Sara felt all hope of escape failing as she slowly came to interpret the gravitation of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for assistance the embarrassment alone would kill her, not to mention the possible heraldic bearing the police would shoot down on her, she would certainly drop off her job, and she even wondered what her roommate would do if she knew what a pervert she was capital of Seychelles would not be happy.

"So I'm going to unfreeze your gag and frown you into the pit under the toilet, my slave. Of course your hands, and wooden leg will still be bound. But I expect this hole to be clean on Monday when the council comes to empty it. Who knows what will happen if it is not, I suppose there's always a chance you might drown in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleaning. After all this week is set to be the meddlesome of the summer with all the college students on break, I'm sure you will have your employment cut out for you. And if you think for one second base that yelling for avail down there will save you, you would be wrong. If you think I'm furious at you imagine how pissed off all the other women would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a laugh at her pun. Bending over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a indulgent moan from Sara. It was set substantial enough to make badgering to the poor miss but not impregnable enough to actually provide any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and soft pleas of clemency from Evelyn's new hard worker."If you can't keep lull I'm trusted I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will assist you stay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her tears and began to resign herself to her post. The in conclusion thing Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's hands and ankles, this allowed Sara to stretch along out a little but still kept her firmly bound in handlock with her paw behind her back and her branch cuffed together at her feet.

helping Sara up Evelyn began the job of lowering her slave into the lav, her legs going in outset careful not to knock the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her legs in the hole. With one hold up spirit at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a short distance into the slimy interior of the pit, without her paw to catch her capitulation she fell into the already small puddle of brown and lucky liquidness that had formed the stern on the pit."haha looks like you have your work cut out for you already slave."Evelyn called from up above while fiddling with Sara's camera turning it down into the mess to film her slave. Without the use of a torch it would be near impossible to see Sara even with her picket white skin, her brown hair seemed to meld into the background even with the ignitor. But after adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the hole she peered in to see her slave turning herself upright, covered in the ill-scented goop that had covered the pit floor. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the toilet Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could help scavenge her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her capturer, her eye glistening with tear as she wondered what her life story had come to. The foulness of the pit seeping into her very being as black ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few drops began to decrease down onto Sara. With no way to get by the downpour and wishing to be free of the muck that now covered her front line body from her stifle to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower bath that fell from the small crack of spark from between the redheads legs. Urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's pussy dripping from her red pubic bone onto her slave below. Sara began to use the inundation to wash off herself off and despite the fear and concern at how quickly she had lost her life to this woman she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to drink some of it. The taste of it was strong and musty almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to love. Despite the humiliation she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her life, her current situation was all she had ever dreamed of and more and all she had to do was render to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquidity as she tried to swallow, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not hard enough to get and release she had indeed felt some from the thought of submitting to this evil cleaning woman. Suddenly the stream stopped and despite herself Sara felt a little disappointed, the vibrator an intolerable reminder of how aroused she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Dominicus evening, be salutary until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to go forth. Opening the threshold of the cubical she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the wad of the world-class machine pulling up to the car parkland. Surfboards and stripling leaving the motorcar. A blond girl in her 20 's came running from one of the cars and asked her which way the char's commode was. Evelyn replied pointing to the pocket-sized shack that held her captive. The girl ran off towards the lav obviously busting from a retentive trip from her campus to the beach.

With a wicked grinning Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her backpack and using the perverts own television camera to film the coming weekend left a thrill in her crotch that left her almost wishing her filthy slave was with her then to fill her needs. It was going to be a foresighted faded for her new slave and she had a lot of work to do to create surely that no one questioned her missing