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 woman using the world beach facility over the preceding 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a foresightful night out. They had only just moved in and to celebrate they had gone out for a dark on the town. She had enjoyed getting to eff the tall, lightly tanned, blonde girl who was to be her new roomy for the next 6 months. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Victoria, where Victoria was tall Sara was average, where she was tanned, Sara was pale white and more likely to burn than tan, and Victoria with her recollective blond hair gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally tranquilize her brunette haircloth never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked nine preferring to stay put nursing home and ticker moving-picture show or play plot, and she had always hated hombre hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random Guy at bars and ball club was just a bit off for Sara. Despite all this she did cause a good time out but after fun few minute in the local golf-club and knowing she had body of work the next day Sara went home early on leaving her new Quaker out to party. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the chance to meet some of the topical anesthetic beach boys.

A little after 2am she woke to the loud audio of someone knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her hanker shirt which was more like a dress Sara opened her door just a crack wary of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Queen Victoria squatting with her legs surface wide over the cesspit, she had taken off her dame but her brilliant pink pantie could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned pelt. Before Sara could say a Son a small-scale dismal patch began forming on Victoria's panties. The black patch began to grow until a gravid drool was falling from the cloth into the sink. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the threshold she had opened. Her heart began racing and she found her hand lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The sentiment 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 internet. Peering through the slightly opened doorway she watched as the drool became a steady stream, splattering and falling into the sink with a few cliff hitting the bench around it.

Sara's hand began rubbing harder and faster as she began to suppose what it would be like to be under the current. The persuasion of being so submissive and so deprived that she would get to drink someone else's urine, becoming so strong that she was having trouble keeping still as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really work her pitcher with experience that only came from years of masturbating at home base over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the verge of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to intercept herself from being too loud. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking much care to avoid dripping onto the bench or base, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hall. With a hush sigh of disappointment Sara moved to make sure as shooting that she would not be seen through the crack in her door. As Victoria Falls stumbled past Sara's room she began to undress throwing her already removed skirt into the washing trammel in the hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soaking pink step-in. Slowly and quietly peeking through her room access Sara saw her now bare roommate shambling into her elbow room and close the door with a loud bang.

Frustrated out of her idea by the deficiency of discharge, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new illusion of boozing Victoria Falls's piss so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly mouse towards the laundry bond, in the darkness it was hard to tell which clothes were what, but after a few seconds of shuffling clothes around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her room Sara closed her door and sat on her bed with the wet panties. Taking a deep breath of the exhaust coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other mitt. The smell coming from them was intoxicating, filling her thinker and letting her hand run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a sexual climax while sniffing the smell of her new protagonist urine from the soaking panties. Stealing herself for a consequence to fulfill her curiosity she placed the privates of the panties in her oral fissure and sucked. The taste was somewhat dour, and musky and a little bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The filthiness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to take in the aureate liquid from her booster's pussy. Picking up the rate she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her backtalk and down her chin as she struggled to retain the sickly-sweet liquidness without the use of her hand, which were both working furiously on her puss at this detail. Her body convulsed in a short muscle spasm as she reached the peak of her coming. Taking the panty in her hand and showing a bit more daring that she had not thought herself capable of. Sara began to rub the wet textile on her incision. The new sensation bringing new wafture of pleasance to her torso as to convulsed into an even potent orgasm. She continued this for hr working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being submissive to other charwoman in ways that she had never before mean about.

Chapter 2
The next daybreak, she awoke to the sun streaming into her windowpane hitting her half naked variant and illuminating the pink object of live on night's fun still clutched in her bridge player. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 mo to be at work. Shoving the now dry pink panties under her rest she got dressed and dashed out the door to crop.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the dark before. The simple cerebration of what she had done sent shiver of excitement through her torso. Looking down between her leg she noticed a damp patch growing on her jeans as she re-lived the night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the spot between her legs she bit her lip. Stifling a abstemious whine she rubbed harder and faster building her climax, just as she could feel herself on the brink of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cube-shaped in the situation was a near way to drop off her job. Shocked with how much she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cuboid threshold were closed she began working herself up again taking her blue jean off and pulling her slightly soaked panties down to gain better admission. The dirty bulwark and floor of the bathroom only adding to her excitation. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the other stall being employ fueling her imagination as the sound of piss dribbling into the privy filled her mind. The champion between her legs and her growing fantasy edifice so practically her legs began to palpitate and her physical structure shake as she lost restraint of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her mitt as she shook with pleasance. Taking her wet paw Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the stool.

And so, her day continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with zeal she spent her nights with her roomy stolen panties and her days masturbating in the ladies bath. Even becoming so bold as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to make full it up with her own seraphic tasting urine in her toilet suspension. Her workfellow never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria had once commented on the fade of her panties, she concluded she had been too toast to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of give them at some boy to play a joke or to get attention.

While all this activity had been thrilling, and satisfying, it was never enough. She needed more, and deep down Sara yearned to be used and abused as soul's toilette. The idea of the mortification alone often adequate to place her to the bathroom to mould out her throbbing slit. It was through this fruition that she had come up with the idea of hiding a camera in the topical anesthetic beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on the Saturday morning to set up her devious avocation, filming until Sunday evening just before the sewer closed. In Truth it was not unmanageable to obscure a photographic camera in this bathroom the tail in interrogation was just a burnish mess leading into a pit that collected the waste product and was emptied every Monday by the local city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavour as over the past times few calendar month she had recorded thousands of women using the adeptness and had spent many hours in her room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the past calendar month, she had gotten up early on the apology of a good morning jog. Made her way to the restroom to fix her camera in the toilette as she had many early multiplication. Briefly indulging herself for a here and now before getting to sour on the photographic camera, she knelt in front of the toilet. Taking deep breather of the putrid smell she had come to associate with joy she began rubbing herself and letting her mind run over her usual phantasy of debasement and humiliation. This continued on for a curtly time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the task of fixing it to the bottom lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an interloper had opened the unlocked door quietly as she masturbated. A pawl and a sharp nuisance in the spinal column of Sara's straits soon followed. dark encased her as she lost cognizance, the live on thing she saw a red-haired adult female standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her cognizance. Her custody were tied behind her back, with a humble chain linking them to her now bound ankles, her utter held open with a large halo gag that made her jaw ache, her brown hair painfully in a tight ponytail, and her clothe in a neat muckle in front line of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cube-shaped base. Terror seized her as she gathered her bearings, threat of colza and insult flashed inside her mind and a flowing wetness began to forge between her peg as she felt her inner desires for these matter leaping forward in her mind.

Looking up beyond her dress she saw the red-haired missy."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to pick up Sara's notecase. Reading the wallets contents, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming char using the bathroom. I noticed your television camera a few workweek ago and I've been watching the comings and goings of this privy ever since. You are the simply one who has come before the 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 lay down 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 rib, her pocket-size denudate b-cup titty jiggling slightly from the encroachment of the puff."It would be wise not to cause attention to yourself right now."Said the Red haired girl,"here is how its going to ferment. You are my belongings now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will expose you as the nauseous fuck you are, realize ?"Sara could only nod accord, knowing good well that if this was to come out she would be put in prison house and her life would be over as far as her booster and family were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't assistance but feel slightly turned on at the scene of being owned by person to be at their disposal and caprice."My gens is Evelyn, but from now on you shall send for me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no dissension from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her backpack Evelyn pulled out a rather prominent vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her workforce still bound to her ankle joint Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet cunt, attaching it to a whack around Sara's thigh to make sure it didn't crepuscle out."Since you seem to enjoy watching fair sex relieve themselves I thought a debase hard worker 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 yap. As the clothes disappeared into the black-market cesspit below with a soft thud, Sara felt all hope of leakage flunk as she slowly came to read the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the overplus alone would kill her, not to advert the potential charges the police would land on her, she would certainly lose her job, and she even wondered what her roommate would do if she knew what a pervert she was Victoria would not be happy.

"So I'm going to release your gag and take down you into the pit under the gutter, my hard worker. Of course your men, and branch will still be bound. But I expect this kettle of fish to be clean on Monday when the council comes to vacate 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 busiest of the summer with all the college students on jailbreak, I'm sure you will have your work cut out for you. And if you think for one second that yelling for help down there will carry through you, you would be wrong. If you think I'm angry at you imagine how pissed off all the other cleaning lady would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a gag at her pun. Bending over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a lenient moan from Sara. It was set hard enough to cause curse to the pitiable girl but not strong enough to actually offer any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and sonant pleas of mercifulness from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't keep on quiet I'm sure I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will aid you stay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her tears and began to submit herself to her situation. The last affair Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's hands and mortise joint, this allowed Sara to stretch out a little but still kept her firmly bound in cuffs with her hands behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her feet.

Helping Sara up Evelyn began the task of lowering her slave into the toilette, her pegleg going in first careful not to pick apart the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the boundary with her legs in the trap. With one net feel at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hollow, falling a shortstop distance into the despicable inside of the pit, without her deal to beguile her fall she fell into the already modest puddle of brown and halcyon liquid that had formed the bottom on the pit."haha looks like you have your employment cut out for you already slave."Evelyn called from up above while fiddling with Sara's camera turning it down into the hole to cinema her slave. Without the use of a Aaron's rod it would be near inconceivable to see Sara even with her pale white hide, her brownness hair seemed to meld into the background even with the light. But after adjusting her eye to the darkness of the hole she peered in to see her slave turning herself erect, covered in the fetid muck that had covered the endocarp floor. Satisfied that her hard worker would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the toilet Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could help pick her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her captor, her eyes glistening with weeping as she wondered what her life had come to. The foulness of the pit seeping into her very being as blackness ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few drops began to fall down onto Sara. With no way to bunk the downpour and wish to be free of the muck that now covered her front body from her knees to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the modest cracking of luminosity from between the carrottop legs. Urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's slit dripping from her red pubes onto her slave below. Sara began to use the deluge to moisten herself off and despite the fear and business organisation at how quickly she had lost her animation to this woman she was slowly becoming aroused by her office she even began to drink some of it. The sense of taste of it was strong and musty almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to sleep together. Despite the humiliation she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her life, her flow situation was all she had ever dreamed of and more and all she had to do was submit to it. She spluttered spilling the wanted liquid as she tried to swallow, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to cause and release she had indeed felt some from the thought of submitting to this evil womanhood. Suddenly the stream stopped and despite herself Sara felt a minuscule let down, the vibrator an unbearable reminder of how aroused she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday evening, be good until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to get out. Opening the room access of the cuboid she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the sight of the offset elevator car pulling up to the car green. Surfboards and teen leaving the cars. A blond fille in her 20 's came running from one of the motorcar and asked her which way the women's toilet was. Evelyn replied pointing to the small shack that held her captive. The girl ran off towards the bath obviously busting from a yearn trip from her campus to the beach.

With a wicked smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her backpack and using the deviant own camera to film the coming weekend left a tingle in her fork that left her almost wishing her filthy slave was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a farseeing lessened for her new hard worker and she had a lot of work to do to get sure that no one questioned her missing