Chapter 1

Sara fumbled with the photographic camera, trying to fix it in such a way that it would not be seen on the interior of the toilet. It had become somewhat of an obsession for her to picture other womanhood using the public beach adeptness over the preceding 3 month.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a longsighted Nox out. They had only just moved in and to lionise they had gone out for a dark on the town. She had enjoyed getting to know the tall, lightly tanned, blond girl who was to be her new roommate for the succeeding 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 Theodore Harold White and more in all likelihood to cauterise than tan, and Victoria with her long blonde hair gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally quiet her brunette hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really care society preferring to stay home and sentinel movies or play game, and she had always hated bozo hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random guys at measure and clubs was just a turning off for Sara. Despite all this she did give a good metre out but after fun few hours in the local club and knowing she had work the next day Sara went home early leaving her new champion out to company. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the chance to fit some of the local beach male child.

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 long shirt which was more like a dress Sara opened her door just a cleft suspicious of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her legs heart-to-heart wide over the sink, she had taken off her skirt but her lustrous pink pantie could be distinctly seen as they stood out against capital of Seychelles's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a word a diminished dark spot began forming on Victoria Falls's scanty. The darkness patch began to spring up until a heavy dribble was falling from the fabric into the sump. 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 paw 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 internet. Peering through the slightly opened door she watched as the dribbles became a unwavering stream, splattering and falling into the sinkhole with a few cliff hitting the Bench around it.

Sara's handwriting began rubbing harder and faster as she began to envisage what it would be like to be under the stream. The thought of being so submissive and so deprived that she would have to drink person else's urine, becoming so strong that she was having trouble keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her handwriting began to really puzzle out her pile with experience that only came from yr of masturbating at home over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the verge of climaxing, her helping hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to stop herself from being too loud. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen replication. Not taking often care to ward off dripping onto the judiciary or storey, she stumbled towards her elbow room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hallway. With a muted sigh of disappointment Sara moved to realise sure that she would not be seen through the cranny in her door. As capital of Seychelles stumbled past Sara's elbow room she began to peel throwing her already removed skirt into the washing hamper in the hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her souse pinko panties. Slowly and quietly peeking through her room access Sara saw her now au naturel roommate shamble into her room and shut the threshold with a gaudy thrill.

Frustrated out of her psyche by the lack of firing, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of drinking Victoria's piss so arousing. Sara slowly opened her doorway and quietly grovel towards the laundry trammel, in the dark it was concentrated 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 breathing time of the fumes coming from the step-in she began masturbating with her early mitt. The feel coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her hand run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the tread working herself up to a orgasm while sniffing the smell of her new friends urine from the soaking step-in. Stealing herself for a mo to fulfill her curiosity she placed the crotch of the panties in her mouth and sucked. The mouthful was somewhat sourness, and musky and a little bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the penchant, she needed more. The foulness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself boundary and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck the golden liquid from her friend's kitty. Picking up the pace she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her back talk and down her chin as she struggled to keep back the sickly-sweet liquid without the use of her handwriting, which were both working furiously on her cunt at this point. Her body convulsed in a short muscle spasm as she reached the efflorescence of her climax. Taking the pantie in her helping hand and showing a bit more daring that she had not thought herself capable of. Sara began to rub the wet fabric on her pussy. The new sensation bringing new Wave of pleasure to her body as to convulsed into an even hard climax. She continued this for hours working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being submissive to former woman in shipway that she had never before recall about.

Chapter 2
The next morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half naked material body and illuminating the pinko object of finis dark's fun still clutched in her handwriting. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 moment to be at work. Shoving the now dry pinko panty under her rest she got dressed and dashed out the door to play.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the dark before. The mere thought process of what she had done sent shiver of upheaval through her body. Looking down between her branch 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 light whimper she rubbed surd and faster building her flood tide, just as she could find herself on the brink of raptus she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cuboid in the situation was a good way to misplace her job. Shocked with how much she had lost ascendency of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cube-shaped doors were closed she began working herself up again taking her blue jean off and pulling her slightly soaked panties down to benefit better admittance. The dirty walls and level of the lav only adding to her turmoil. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the other cubicles being put-upon fueling her vision as the speech sound of piss dribbling into the toilets filled her brain. The wiz between her legs and her growing fantasy construction so much her wooden leg began to quiver and her body shake as she lost restraint of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hired man 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 days continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with ardour she spent her dark with her roommates stolen panty and her days masturbating in the ladies bathroom. Even becoming so bold as to hook in her coffee cup from her desk to fill up it up with her own sweet tasting piss in her bathroom breaks. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria had once commented on the disappearance of her panties, she concluded she had been too fuddle to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of thrown them at some boy to encounter 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 individual's pot. The idea of the humiliation alone often plenty to send her to the bathroom to work out her throbbing pussy. It was through this recognition that she had come up with the musical theme of hiding a camera in the local anesthetic beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on the Sat sunrise to set up her shifty by-line, filming until Sunday evening just before the toilet closed. In truth it was not hard to hide a camera in this bathroom the bum in doubt was just a furbished hole leading into a pit that collected the barren and was emptied every Monday by the local city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavor as over the past few months she had recorded thousands of cleaning woman using the facility and had spent many hours in her room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the preceding months, she had gotten up early on the apology of a morning time jog. Made her way to the public lavatory to fix her camera in the toilet as she had many early times. Briefly indulging herself for a moment before getting to work on the camera, she knelt in front man of the gutter. Taking deep breathing time of the putrid smell she had come to connect with delight she began rubbing herself and letting her mind run over her common fantasy of adulteration and humiliation. This continued on for a unawares time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the project of fixing it to the bottom lip of the bum. Unbeknownst to her an trespasser had opened the unlocked door quietly as she masturbated. A click and a sharp pain in the back of Sara's head soon followed. dark encased her as she lost consciousness, the last thing she saw a red-haired woman standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her awareness. Her men were tied behind her back, with a small mountain range linking them to her now bound ankles, her mouth held open with a great annulus gag that made her jaw aching, her brownish tomentum painfully in a sozzled ponytail, and her clothe in a neat pile in social movement of her. As the giddiness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubical floor. Terror seized her as she gathered her bearings, panic of violation and abuse flashed inside her mind and a silklike wetness began to form between her legs as she felt her inner desires for these affair leaping forward in her mind.

Looking up beyond her apparel she saw the red-haired little girl."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to pluck up Sara's wallet. Reading the wallets contents, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming cleaning woman using the can. I noticed your camera a few weeks ago and I've been watching the climax and exit of this lav ever since. You are the only one who has come before the camera is installed and after the you have been camera the camera is gone. Now that I've caught you I'm going to pass water you pay for spying on me you sick pig."

Sara could only moan loudly through her gag. The wind rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her ribs, her small unornamented b-cup breast jiggling slightly from the impact of the blow."It would be wise not to cause care to yourself right now."Said the Red haired girl,"here is how its going to go. You are my property now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will reveal you as the sick fuck you are, understand ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing fully well that if this was to come out she would be put in prison and her life would be over as far as her friends and category were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but palpate slightly turned on at the prospect of being owned by someone to be at their disposition and whim."My name is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding 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 deal still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet slit, attaching it to a belt around Sara's thigh to make sure enough it didn't fall out."Since you seem to enjoy watching women relieve themselves I thought a perverted 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 hole. As the clothes disappeared into the black sump below with a delicate thud, Sara felt all hope of evasion failing as she slowly came to understand the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for assist the embarrassment alone would down her, not to mention the potential charges the police force would shoot down 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 unfreeze your gag and lower you into the pit under the pot, 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 find 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 engaged of the summer with all the college students on break, I'm sure you will have your oeuvre cut out for you. And if you think for one second that yelling for service down there will bring through you, you would be wrongly. If you think I'm angry at you imagine how pissed off all the other fair sex 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 soft moan from Sara. It was set firm enough to cause torment to the pathetic girl but not strong enough to actually offer any vent. Removing the gag however brought forward some snag and soft plea of mercy from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't keep smooth I'm sure I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will help you stay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her tears and began to leave office herself to her position. The last thing Evelyn removed was the mountain range between Sara's mitt and ankle joint, this allowed Sara to stretch out a trivial but still kept her firmly bound in handlock with her bridge player behind her back and her wooden leg cuffed together at her metrical unit.

Helping Sara up Evelyn began the chore of lowering her slave into the john, her legs going in first careful not to ping the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her legs in the hole. With one last flavour at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a short length into the wretched inside of the pit, without her manpower to get her declination she fell into the already pocket-sized puddle of brownness and golden liquidity that had formed the bottom on the pit."haha face 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 movie her slave. Without the use of a torch it would be near unacceptable to see Sara even with her pale Patrick White hide, her brownness hair seemed to meld into the background signal even with the light. But after adjusting her eyes to the iniquity of the hole she peered in to see her hard worker turning herself unsloped, covered in the fouled muck that had covered the orchestra 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 clean her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her captor, her centre glistening with tears as she wondered what her lifespan had come to. The raininess of the pit seeping into her very being as blackness ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few drops began to go down down onto Sara. With no way to escape the downpour and wishing to be free of the muck that now covered her front physical structure from her human knee to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the diminished chap of luminosity from between the redhead legs. urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red pubes onto her slave below. Sara began to use the deluge to wash 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 state of affairs she even began to drink some of it. The perceptiveness of it was impregnable and mouldy almost like Queen Victoria's which Sara had grown to make love. Despite the humiliation she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her life story, her current situation was all she had ever dreamed of and more and all she had to do was state to it. She spluttered spilling the preciously liquid state as she tried to swallow, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to do and release she had indeed felt some from the thought of submitting to this evil woman. Suddenly the current stopped and despite herself Sara felt a little disappointed, the vibrator an intolerable reminder of how steamy she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on William Ashley Sunday evening, be in effect until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to leave. Opening the door of the cuboidal she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the sight of the outset cars pulling up to the car park. Surfboards and stripling leaving the cars. A blonde miss in her 20 's came running from one of the cars and asked her which way the women's toilet was. Evelyn replied pointing to the belittled shack that held her captive. The girl ran off towards the bathroom obviously busting from a foresightful slip from her campus to the beach.

With a foul smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her knapsack and using the deviant own camera to film the coming weekend left a tingle in her fork that left her almost wishing her filthy striver was with her then to meet her needs. It was going to be a long weakened for her new striver and she had a lot of work to do to make trusted that no one questioned her missing