Chapter 1

Sara fumbled with the television camera, trying to fix it in such a way that it would not be seen on the interior of the privy. It had become somewhat of an obsession for her to film other women using the public beach facilities over the by 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a longsighted Night 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 know the tall, lightly tanned, blond girl who was to be her new roommate for the next 6 calendar month. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Victoria, where Victoria Falls was tall Sara was norm, where she was tanned, Sara was pale white and more likely to incinerate than tan, and Victoria with her long blond hair gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally serenity her brunet hairsbreadth never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked clubs preferring to stay abode and watch motion-picture show or represent game, and she had always hated Guy hitting on her. She wasn't a gay woman but certainly bi sexual and the estimate of random guys at legal profession and baseball club was just a number off for Sara. Despite all this she did have a good time out but after fun few hours in the local anaesthetic night club and knowing she had workplace the next day Sara went home ahead of time leaving her new Friend out to company. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the chance to adjoin some of the topical anesthetic beach boys.

A trivial after 2am she woke to the loud sound of somebody knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her long shirt which was more like a dress Sara opened her doorway just a crack wary of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her legs open wide over the sink, she had taken off her skirt but her bright pinko pantie could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned pelt. Before Sara could say a word a little dreary plot of ground began forming on Victoria's panties. The dark patch began to grow until a lowering drivel was falling from the textile into the swallow hole. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the door she had opened. Her heart began racing and she found her hired man lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought of seeing her new friend in such a vulnerable positioning 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 sweetie current, splattering and falling into the sink with a few drops hitting the bench around it.

Sara's mitt began rubbing harder and faster as she began to reckon what it would be like to be under the stream. The thought of being so subservient and so deprived that she would deliver to drink someone else's piss, becoming so warm that she was having trouble keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her helping hand began to really work her agglomerate with experience that only came from long time of masturbating at home base over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the brink of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to kibosh herself from being too flashy. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking often maintenance to avoid dripping onto the bench or story, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen luminosity as she entered the hallway. With a quiet sigh of letdown Sara moved to take in sure that she would not be seen through the tornado in her door. As Victoria stumbled past Sara's way she began to divest throwing her already removed skirt into the washing hamper in the hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soak pinko panties. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now naked roommate shamble into her way and close up the door with a loud bang.

Frustrated out of her nous by the deficiency of freeing, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new fancy of drinking Queen Victoria's urine so arousing. Sara slowly opened her threshold and quietly pussyfoot towards the laundry shackle, in the nighttime it was hard to enjoin which clothes were what, but after a few seconds of shuffling dress 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 cryptical breathing time of the fumes coming from the step-in she began masturbating with her other handwriting. The odor coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her paw run its will on her pussy. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a culmination while sniffing the smell of her new friends urine from the soaking scanty. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her curiosity she placed the fork of the scanty in her backtalk and sucked. The taste perception was somewhat sour, and musky and a footling bit comrade. But despite the unpleasantness of the perceptiveness, she needed more. The malodorousness only adding to her foreplay. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to draw 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 chin as she struggled to retain the sickly-sweet liquid state without the use of her hands, which were both working furiously on her snatch at this point. Her consistency convulsed in a short-change spasm as she reached the summit of her climax. 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 slit. The new maven bringing new undulation of pleasure to her body as to convulsed into an even stronger orgasm. She continued this for hr working herself up to ever increasing joy while fantasizing about being slavish to other women in ways that she had never before cogitate about.

Chapter 2
The next daybreak, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her one-half naked mannequin and illuminating the pinko object of hold out nighttime's fun still clutched in her helping hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minute to be at work. Shoving the now dry pink scanty under her pillow she got groom and dashed out the door to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The bare mentation of what she had done sent shivers of hullabaloo through her body. Looking down between her legs she noticed a damp plot of land growing on her blue jean as she re-lived the nighttime through her day dream. Slowly rubbing the spot between her stage she bit her lip. Stifling a light whine she rubbed harder and faster building her orgasm, just as she could find herself on the brink of rapture she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the office was a good way to lose her job. Shocked with how much she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubelike doors were closed she began working herself up again taking her jeans off and pulling her slightly soused scanty down to take in proficient approach. The dirty rampart and level of the lav only adding to her inflammation. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the other cubicle being used fueling her resourcefulness as the audio of piss dribbling into the toilets filled her psyche. The sensations between her legs and her growing fantasy construction so a good deal her legs began to quiver and her body wag as she lost command of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her deal as she shook with pleasure. Taking her wet hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the pot.

And so, her years continued in this fashion exploring her new hoodoo with zeal she spent her nighttime with her roommates stolen panties and her mean solar day masturbating in the ladies bathroom. Even becoming so bold as to nobble in her coffee cup from her desk to fulfil it up with her own seraphic tasting urine in her bath break of serve. 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 drunk to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of cast 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 individual's gutter. The mind of the humiliation alone often sufficiency to send her to the bathroom to mould out her throbbing pussy. It was through this realization that she had come up with the idea of hiding a camera in the local beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on on the Saturday morning to set up her shifty hobby, filming until Sunday evening just before the bathroom closed. In truth it was not difficult to obscure a television camera in this bathroom the seat in question was just a furbished hole leading into a pit that collected the waste and was emptied every Mon by the local urban center council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavor as over the past tense few months she had recorded thousands of women using the deftness and had spent many 60 minutes 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 morning jog. Made her way to the wash room to fix her television camera in the stool as she had many other times. Briefly indulging herself for a moment before getting to work on the photographic camera, she knelt in forepart of the toilet. Taking deep breather of the putrid smell she had come to associate with pleasance she began rubbing herself and letting her mind run over her usual fancy of debasement and abasement. This continued on for a dead time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the chore of fixing it to the backside lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unbarred door quietly as she masturbated. A dog and a sharp infliction in the back of Sara's brain soon followed. iniquity encased her as she lost consciousness, the go thing she saw a red-haired char standing over her.

Struggling to actuate Sara slowly regained her knowingness. Her work force were tied behind her back, with a small range of mountains linking them to her now bound ankles, her mouth have got opened with a enceinte doughnut gag that made her jaw ache, her brown hair painfully in a tight ponytail, and her clothe in a neat pile in forepart of her. As the lightheadedness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubical floor. Terror seized her as she gathered her charge, panic of rape and ill-usage flashed inside her mind and a aerodynamic wetness began to form between her legs as she felt her inner desires for these matter leaping forward in her mind.

Looking up beyond her apparel she saw the red-haired daughter."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to pick up Sara's wallet. Reading the wallets substance, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming womanhood using the lavatory. I noticed your camera a few week ago and I've been watching the comings and passing of this bathroom ever since. You are the solely one who has come before the photographic camera is installed and after the you have been camera the tv camera is gone. Now that I've caught you I'm going to realize you pay for spying on me you sick pig."

Sara could only groan loudly through her gag. The confidential information rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her ribs, her small simple b-cup breasts jiggling slightly from the impact of the blow."It would be wise not to cause attention to yourself right now."Said the Red haired young lady,"here is how its going to solve. You are my prop now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will expose you as the pallid fuck you are, realise ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing full 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 friend and menage were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but feel slightly turned on at the prospect of being owned by someone to be at their disposal and whim."My gens is Evelyn, but from now on you shall foretell me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding shade 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 handwriting still bound to her ankle Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet cunt, attaching it to a bang around Sara's second joint to make sure it didn't downslope out."Since you seem to enjoy watching adult female relieve themselves I thought a perverted slave like you might savour a weekend cleaning up after them."Said Evelyn as she picked up Sara's clothes and dropped them unceremoniously into the muddle. As the clothes disappeared into the black cesspit below with a soft thud, Sara felt all hope of escape failing as she slowly came to understand the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for assistance the embarrassment alone would kill her, not to name the possible charges the police force would set ashore 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 bathroom, my slave. Of form your hands, and legs 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 hebdomad is set to be the fussy of the summertime with all the college educatee on suspension, I'm sure you will accept your work cut out for you. And if you think for one second that yelling for service down there will save you, you would be improper. If you think I'm angry at you imagine how pissed off all the other woman would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a laugh at her pun. bend over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a soft moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to cause worrying to the poor girlfriend but not secure enough to actually extend any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some snag and diffuse pleas of mercy from Evelyn's new hard worker."If you can't keep quiet I'm sure I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will help you detain comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her tears and began to resign herself to her situation. The lastly thing Evelyn removed was the string between Sara's manpower and ankles, this allowed Sara to stretch out a little but still kept her firmly bounds in handlock with her hands behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her fundament.

Helping Sara up Evelyn began the task of lowering her slave into the toilet, her leg going in first careful not to pick apart the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her legs in the hole. With one survive tone at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the trap, falling a suddenly distance into the slimy inside of the pit, without her hands to enamour her decline she fell into the already small puddle of brown and golden liquid state that had formed the keister on the pit."haha feel 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 film her slave. Without the use of a common mullein it would be near unacceptable to see Sara even with her pale Theodore Harold White skin, her brown hair seemed to coalesce into the background even with the light. But after adjusting her middle to the shadow of the hole she peered in to see her buckle down turning herself upright, covered in the foul droppings that had covered the pits story. Satisfied that her striver would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the toilet Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could assist strip her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her captor, her centre glistening with tears 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 get away the downpour and wishing to be resign of the guck that now covered her front body from her knees to her neck Sara leaned towards the exhibitioner that fell from the small pass of light from between the redheads legs. piddle began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red loins onto her striver below. Sara began to use the downpour to launder herself off and despite the fear and concern at how quickly she had lost her spirit to this woman she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to drink some of it. The sense of taste of it was strong and musty almost like Queen Victoria's which Sara had grown to eff. 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 to a greater extent and all she had to do was bow 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 get and give up she had indeed felt some from the thinking of submitting to this evil womanhood. Suddenly the current stopped and despite herself Sara felt a little disappointed, the vibrator an unbearable admonisher of how enkindle she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday eventide, be good until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to leave. Opening the door of the cubical she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the plenty of the initiative cars pulling up to the car parkland. Surfboards and teenagers leaving the cable car. A blond young lady 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 minor shack that held her prisoner. The girl ran off towards the bathroom obviously busting from a longsighted trip from her campus to the beach.

With a repellent smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's pocketbook in her backpack and using the perverts own camera to film the coming weekend left a tingle in her crotch that left her almost wishing her dirty slave was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a long break for her new slave and she had a lot of work to do to piddle sure enough that no one questioned her missing