Chapter 1

Sara fumbled with the 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 fixation for her to pic former womanhood using the populace beach facilities over the retiring 3 calendar month.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate capital of Seychelles after a long 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 get laid the tall, lightly tanned, blond young woman who was to be her new roomy for the next 6 calendar month. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Victoria, where Victoria was tall Sara was mediocre, where she was tanned, Sara was pale Patrick White and more belike to burn than tan, and Queen Victoria with her long blond hair gave off an inviting party vibration while Sara was generally hush her brunette haircloth never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked clubs preferring to outride home and lookout movie or bet game, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the thought of random guys at bars and nightspot was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did have a practiced clock time out but after fun few hours in the local anesthetic club and knowing she had employment the next day Sara went home too soon leaving her new friend out to party. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the chance to meet some of the local beach boys.

A lilliputian 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 attire Sara opened her door just a cranny suspicious of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her pegleg clear panoptic over the sink, she had taken off her skirt but her bright pink step-in could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned peel. Before Sara could say a word a belittled obscure patch began forming on Victoria's step-in. The dark maculation began to farm until a lumbering dribble was falling from the framework into the sink. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the room access she had opened. Her spunk began racing and she found her hand lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The cerebration of seeing her new protagonist 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 steady watercourse, splattering and falling into the swallow hole with a few pearl hitting the bench around it.

Sara's manus began rubbing harder and faster as she began to suppose what it would be like to be under the current. The thought of being so slavish and so deprived that she would have to drink in someone else's urine, becoming so substantial that she was having worry keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really work her mound with experience that only came from years of masturbating at home over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the verge of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to cease herself from being too tatty. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her vesica now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen buffet. Not taking lots maintenance 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 shit sure that she would not be seen through the crack in her door. As Victoria stumbled preceding Sara's room she began to undress throwing her already removed skirt into the washing trammel in the entrance 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 nude roommate shuffling into her room and shut down the door with a loud bang.

Frustrated out of her mind by the deficiency of release, and emboldened by her oddity or maybe the fact she had found her new fancy of crapulence Victoria's piss so arousing. Sara slowly opened her doorway and quietly grovel towards the laundry bond, in the darkness it was hard to tell which clothes were what, but after a few bit of shuffling clothes around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her room Sara closed her threshold and sat on her bed with the wet panty. Taking a deeply breath of the fumes coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other hand. The smell coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her hand run its will on her snatch. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a coming while sniffing the smell of her new friends urine from the soaking panties. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her curiosity she placed the crotch of the panties in her sass and sucked. The taste was somewhat off-key, and musky and a little bit comrade. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The raininess only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself boundary and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck the halcyon liquid from her booster'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 without the use of her bridge player, which were both working furiously on her cunt at this point. Her body convulsed in a myopic cramp as she reached the superlative of her sexual climax. Taking the panties in her hand and showing a bit more daring that she had not thought herself subject of. Sara began to rub the wet fabric on her prick. The new hotshot bringing new waves of pleasure to her body as to convulsed into an even hard orgasm. She continued this for hours working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being slavish to other women in manner that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The next dayspring, she awoke to the sun streaming into her windowpane hitting her half defenseless form and illuminating the pink object of cobbler's last Night's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 min to be at study. Shoving the now dry pink step-in under her pillow she got spruced up and dashed out the doorway to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The bare thought of what she had done send shivers of fervour through her body. Looking down between her wooden leg she noticed a damp spot growing on her jeans as she re-lived the night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the spot between her pegleg she bit her lip. Stifling a light whimper she rubbed knockout and faster building her orgasm, just as she could feel herself on the brink of X she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubiform in the function was a good way to lose her job. Shocked with how lots she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubical room access were closed she began working herself up again taking her denim off and pulling her slightly blind drunk step-in down to gain unspoilt access. The dirty bulwark and floor of the lav only adding to her exhilaration. As she began rubbing harder. The strait of the other cubicles being used fueling her imagination as the sound of piss dribbling into the bathroom filled her mind. The sensations between her legs and her growing fantasise building so a lot her legs began to waver and her eubstance shake as she lost restraint of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hand as she shook with pleasure. Taking her wet handwriting Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilet.

And so, her twenty-four hours continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with zeal she spent her nighttime with her roomy stolen panties and her sidereal day masturbating in the lady can. Even becoming so bold as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to make full it up with her own afters tasting urine in her bathroom breaks. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although capital of Seychelles had once commented on the disappearance of her pantie, she concluded she had been too rummy to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of thrown them at some boy to make for 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 person's toilet. The melodic theme of the abasement alone often plenty to send her to the bathroom to wreak out her throbbing puss. It was through this actualisation that she had come up with the idea of hiding a photographic camera in the local anesthetic beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on the Saturday sunrise to set up her devious hobby, filming until Billy Sunday evening just before the privy closed. In truth it was not difficult to hide a tv camera in this bathroom the seat in enquiry was just a burnish pickle leading into a pit that collected the wastefulness and was emptied every Monday by the local city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavor as over the retiring few months she had recorded G 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 past tense months, she had gotten up early on the self-justification of a sunup 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 work on the tv camera, she knelt in front of the lav. Taking late breaths of the putrid smell she had come to associate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her judgment run over her common fantasy of adulteration and humiliation. This continued on for a short 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 intruder had opened the unlocked door quietly as she masturbated. A click and a sharp pain in the dorsum of Sara's read/write head soon followed. iniquity encased her as she lost cognizance, the lastly matter she saw a red-haired char standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a small chain linking them to her now bound ankles, her mouth held outdoors with a expectant ring gag that made her jaw ache, her brownish fuzz painfully in a tight ponytail, and her clothe in a neat pile in front of her. As the vertigo receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubical floor. Terror seized her as she gathered her bearings, terror of rape and abuse flashed inside her creative thinker and a aerodynamic wetness began to make between her pegleg as she felt her inner desires for these things leaping forward in her mind.

Looking up beyond her clothes she saw the red-haired girl."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to plunk up Sara's wallet. Reading the billfold contents, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming women using the privy. I noticed your tv camera a few weeks ago and I've been watching the comings and goings of this toilet ever since. You are the only one who has come before the television camera is installed and after the you have been camera the 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 wind rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her costa, her small bare b-cup knocker jiggling slightly from the impact of the reverse."It would be wise not to cause care to yourself decent now."Said the Red haired girl,"here is how its going to work. You are my property now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will break you as the sick fuck you are, understand ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing full well that if this was to issue forth out she would be put in prison house and her life sentence would be over as far as her friends and phratry 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 disposition and whim."My name is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding flavour that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her packsack Evelyn pulled out a rather large vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her workforce still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet snatch, attaching it to a belt around Sara's thigh to make certain it didn't Fall out."Since you seem to enjoy watching women relieve themselves I thought a perverted slave 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 apparel disappeared into the black sink below with a soft thump, Sara felt all hope of escape weakness as she slowly came to understand the sobriety of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the embarrassment alone would down her, not to mention the potential cathexis the police force 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 grim you into the pit under the toilet, my striver. Of course your mitt, and legs will still be bound. But I expect this hole to be clean on Monday when the council comes to vacate it. Who knows what will fall out 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 bookman on break, 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 save you, you would be incorrect. If you think I'm angry at you imagine how pissed off all the other cleaning woman 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 worrying to the pitiful girlfriend but not strong enough to actually bid any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and diffused plea of mercy from Evelyn's new hard worker."If you can't stay fresh quiet I'm sure I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will help you last out comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her crying and began to step down herself to her berth. The hold up matter Evelyn removed was the range between Sara's paw and ankles, this allowed Sara to stretch out a short but still kept her firmly leaping in cuffs with her hands behind her back and her stage cuffed together at her feet.

helping Sara up Evelyn began the project of lowering her hard worker into the toilet, her legs going in first heedful not to tap the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her legs in the hole. With one cobbler's last looking at at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a short circuit distance into the ugly inside of the pit, without her hands to becharm her dip she fell into the already small puddle of Brown and prosperous liquid that had formed the tooshie 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 plastic film her slave. Without the use of a torch it would be near impossible to see Sara even with her pallid lily-white skin, her brownish hair seemed to meld into the background even with the light. But after adjusting her middle to the duskiness of the golf hole she peered in to see her striver turning herself upright, covered in the foul muck that had covered the stone floor. Satisfied that her striver would not be discovered if she did not alarm those using the toilet Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could help strip her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her capturer, her eyes glistening with tear as she wondered what her sprightliness had come to. The nastiness of the pit seeping into her very being as total darkness ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few drops began to fall down onto Sara. With no way to scarper the waterspout and wishing to be free of the muck that now covered her forepart body from her human knee to her neck opening Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the small crack of visible radiation from between the redheads legs. Urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red pubis onto her slave below. Sara began to use the waterspout to lap herself off and despite the fear and worry at how quickly she had lost her animation to this charwoman she was slowly becoming aroused by her state of affairs she even began to drink some of it. The taste of it was strong and fusty almost like Victoria Falls's which Sara had grown to love. Despite the abasement 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 Thomas More and all she had to do was present to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquid as she tried to swallow, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not firm enough to have and give up 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 let down, the vibrator an unendurable reminder of how aroused she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on William Ashley Sunday eve, be skilful until then and I might even honour you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to leave. Opening the door of the cuboid she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the sight of the first cars pulling up to the car green. Surfboards and stripling leaving the cars. A blonde girl in her 20 's came running from one of the cars and asked her which way the char's privy was. Evelyn replied pointing to the small shack that held her captive. The girl ran off towards the can obviously busting from a long stumble from her campus to the beach.

With a disgusting smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's notecase in her backpack and using the deviate own camera to motion-picture show the coming weekend left a tingle in her crotch that left her almost wishing her cruddy striver was with her then to satisfy her demand. It was going to be a yearn weakened for her new hard worker and she had a lot of work to do to make sure that no one questioned her missing