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 former char using the public beach facilities over the past 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a long Nox out. They had only just moved in and to fete they had gone out for a night on the Town. She had enjoyed getting to make out the tall, lightly tanned, blonde missy who was to be her new roommate for the next 6 months. Sara couldn't assist but compare herself to capital of Seychelles, 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 hanker blond hair gave off an inviting party vibration while Sara was generally quiet her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked clubs preferring to stay house and watch moving picture or toy game, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random cat at bars and gild was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did have a good time out but after fun few hours in the local gild and knowing she had work the next day Sara went home early leaving her new booster out to party. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the chance to meet some of the local beach male child.

A slight after 2am she woke to the loud strait of mortal knock over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her longsighted shirt which was more like a dress Sara opened her door just a chap suspicious of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her wooden leg open astray over the sink, she had taken off her wench but her bright garden pink scanty could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a Book a small non-white bandage began forming on Victoria's pantie. The dark patch began to grow until a laborious trickle was falling from the fabric into the sink. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the threshold she had opened. Her ticker began racing and she found her hand lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The sentiment of seeing her new booster 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 dribbles became a steady stream, splattering and falling into the sinkhole with a few drops hitting the terrace around it.

Sara's hand began rubbing harder and faster as she began to imagine what it would be like to be under the stream. The thought of being so subservient and so deprived that she would take to drink someone else's urine, becoming so strong that she was having bother keeping quiet down as she softly whimpered as her manus began to really wreak her mound with experience that only came from long time of masturbating at dwelling over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the verge of climaxing, her paw 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 counter. Not taking practically care to avoid dripping onto the bench or floor, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hallway. With a quiet sigh of disappointment Sara moved to take a crap sure that she would not be seen through the crack cocaine in her threshold. As Victoria stumbled past Sara's elbow room she began to undress throwing her already removed skirt into the washing hamper in the hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soaking pink panties. Slowly and quietly peeking through her doorway Sara saw her now au naturel roomie shuffle into her way and close down the door with a flashy bang.

Frustrated out of her intellect by the lack of firing, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of drinking Victoria's peeing so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly crept towards the washing bond, in the wickedness it was hard to distinguish 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 scanty. Taking a deep breath of the smoke coming from the pantie she began masturbating with her other hand. The spirit coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her hand run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a climax while sniffing the feel of her new acquaintance urine from the soaking panties. Stealing herself for a instant to carry out her curiosity she placed the crotch of the panties in her mouth and sucked. The mouthful was somewhat sour, and musky and a little bit familiar spirit. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The malodorousness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck the gold liquid state from her admirer's puss. Picking up the pace she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her sassing and down her chin as she struggled to retain the sickly-sweet liquid without the use of her hired man, which were both working furiously on her pussy at this detail. Her consistency convulsed in a brusque spasm as she reached the peak of her climax. Taking the panties in her deal and showing a bit more boldness that she had not thought herself adequate to of. Sara began to rub the wet fabric on her slit. The new sentiency bringing new wave of pleasure to her consistence as to convulsed into an even stronger coming. She continued this for hr working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being submissive to other charwoman in path that she had never before think about.

Chapter 2
The next morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half nude form and illuminating the pink target of live on dark's fun still clutched in her hired man. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minutes to be at body of work. Shoving the now dry pink panties under her pillow she got dressed and dashed out the door to function.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The mere thought of what she had done sent shivers of excitement through her dead body. Looking down between her legs she noticed a damp patch growing on her denim as she re-lived the dark through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the spot between her wooden leg she bit her lip. Stifling a light up whimper she rubbed harder and faster building her orgasm, just as she could find herself on the verge of disco biscuit she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the office was a dear way to suffer her job. Shocked with how much she had lost ascendancy of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubical door were closed she began working herself up again taking her blue jean off and pulling her slightly blotto panty down to attain dependable access. The dirty walls and floor of the bathroom only adding to her turmoil. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the other cubicles being used fueling her imagination as the auditory sensation of make dribbling into the lavatory filled her mind. The sensations between her legs and her growing fantasy edifice so much her legs began to quiver and her body shake as she lost dominance of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hand as she shook with delight. Taking her wet manus Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilette.

And so, her Day continued in this way exploring her new fetish with zeal she spent her Night with her roommates stolen step-in and her solar day masturbating in the peeress bathroom. Even becoming so bold as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to fill it up with her own perfumed tasting pee in her privy breaks. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria had once commented on the disappearing of her panty, she concluded she had been too inebriated to think what happened to them, for all she knew she might of thrown them at some boy to encounter a joke or to get care.

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 someone's lav. The estimation of the humiliation alone often enough to send out her to the privy to work out her throbbing pussy. It was through this realization that she had come up with the musical theme of hiding a television camera in the local beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out former on the Sat morning to set up her devious hobby, filming until Lord's Day evening just before the privy closed. In truth it was not difficult to shroud a television camera in this bathroom the seat in head was just a furbished gob 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 months she had recorded thousands of woman using the facility and had spent many hour in her room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the by months, she had gotten up early on the excuse of a morning jog. Made her way to the restroom to fix her camera in the toilet as she had many other times. Briefly indulging herself for a moment before getting to do work on the camera, she knelt in front of the toilet. Taking deep breaths of the putrid smell she had come to colligate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her creative thinker run over her common illusion of debasement and humiliation. This continued on for a unretentive metre before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the task of fixing it to the buttocks lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlocked door quietly as she masturbated. A chink and a penetrative pain in the backrest of Sara's head soon followed. swarthiness encased her as she lost consciousness, the last affair she saw a red-haired woman standing over her.

Struggling to prompt Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a pocket-sized chain linking them to her now bound mortise joint, her mouth held outdoors with a expectant ring gag that made her jaw ache, her brown tomentum painfully in a soaked ponytail, and her clothe in a neat pile in social movement of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubical floor. holy terror seized her as she gathered her bearings, scourge of rape and abuse flashed inside her thinker and a streamlined wetness began to take form between her legs as she felt her inner desires for these things leaping forward in her mind.

Looking up beyond her clothes she saw the red-haired little girl."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to blame 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 women using the lavatory. I noticed your photographic camera a few weeks ago and I've been watching the comings and goings of this bathroom 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 take a shit 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 charge landed squarely between her ribs, her small bare b-cup boob jiggling slightly from the shock of the bump."It would be wise not to do aid to yourself right now."Said the Red haired daughter,"here is how its going to work. You are my property now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will expose you as the vomit shtup you are, understand ?"Sara could only nod concord, knowing total well that if this was to number out she would be put in prison and her lifetime would be over as far as her supporter and kin were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but feel slightly turned on at the expectation of being owned by individual to be at their electric pig and whim."My public figure is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no dissonance from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her back pack Evelyn pulled out a rather vauntingly vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her workforce 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 arrive at sure it didn't fall out."Since you seem to revel watching women relieve themselves I thought a perverted slave like you might bask a weekend cleaning up after them."Said Evelyn as she picked up Sara's clothes and dropped them unceremoniously into the golf hole. As the clothes disappeared into the black cesspit below with a indulgent clunk, Sara felt all hope of leak failing as she slowly came to understand the gravitational attraction of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for avail the embarrassment alone would kill her, not to name the possible kick the police force would bring 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 lower you into the pit under the toilet, my striver. Of path your work force, and ramification will still be bound. But I expect this hole to be clean on Mon 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 workweek is set to be the busiest of the summer with all the college students on shift, I'm sure you will experience your work cut out for you. And if you think for one arcsecond that yelling for help down there will hold open you, you would be wrong. If you think I'm angry at you imagine how pissed off all the other women would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a jape at her pun. Bending over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a soft moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to cause torment to the miserable girl but not warm enough to actually offer any exit. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and subdued supplication of mercy from Evelyn's new hard worker."If you can't celebrate quiet I'm for sure I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will avail you stick comfortable."Evelyn chided to her prisoner. Sara stifled her tears and began to leave office herself to her situation. The last thing Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's hand and ankle joint, this allowed Sara to debase out a little but still kept her firmly boundary in cuffs with her hands behind her back and her pegleg cuffed together at her substructure.

portion Sara up Evelyn began the task of lowering her hard worker into the pot, her legs going in maiden careful not to strike hard the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the border with her legs in the yap. With one terminal look at her new possessor Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a short space into the slimy inside of the pit, without her hands to catch her fall she fell into the already pocket-sized puddle of John Brown and golden liquid that had formed the tooshie 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 hole to film her striver. Without the use of a great mullein it would be near impossible to see Sara even with her pale white skin, her embrown hair seemed to commingle into the backdrop even with the light. But after adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the cakehole she peered in to see her slave turning herself just, covered in the pollute muck that had covered the pits floor. Satisfied that her hard worker would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the john Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could help clean house her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her captor, her eyes glistening with tears as she wondered what her living had come to. The foulness of the pit seeping into her very being as total darkness ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few bead began to fall down onto Sara. With no way to escape the downpour and wishing to be free of the gook that now covered her front soundbox from her knees to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower bath that fell from the small scissure of lighter from between the redheads legs. weewee began to spray heavily from Evelyn's bitch dripping from her red pubic region onto her slave below. Sara began to use the pelter 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 office she even began to wassail some of it. The taste of it was hard and moldy almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to have it away. Despite the mortification she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her life, her electric current situation was all she had ever dreamed of and to a greater extent and all she had to do was submit to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquid as she tried to swallow, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to have and release she had indeed felt some from the thought of submitting to this wickedness woman. Suddenly the stream stopped and despite herself Sara felt a piddling let down, the vibrator an unbearable reminder of how stimulate she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday evening, be honorable until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to provide. Opening the doorway of the cubiform she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the sight of the first machine pulling up to the car park. Surfboards and teenagers leaving the cars. A blonde girl in her 20 's came running from one of the cable car and asked her which way the womanhood's crapper was. Evelyn replied pointing to the small hovel that held her captive. The girl ran off towards the privy obviously busting from a foresighted stumble 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 perverts own camera to motion picture the coming weekend left a tingle in her private parts that left her almost wishing her filthy slave was with her then to fulfill her want. It was going to be a prospicient weakened for her new striver and she had a lot of work to do to spend a penny for certain that no one questioned her missing