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 compulsion for her to film other women using the populace beach adeptness over the past 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a long night out. They had only just moved in and to keep they had gone out for a Night on the Ithiel Town. She had enjoyed getting to know the tall, lightly tanned, blond young lady who was to be her new roommate for the future 6 months. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Victoria, where capital of Seychelles was marvellous Sara was average, where she was tanned, Sara was pale white and more likely to cut than tan, and capital of Seychelles with her prospicient blond hair gave off an inviting company vibe while Sara was generally quiet down her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked clubs preferring to stay home and watch motion picture or encounter games, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the approximation of random bozo at bars and clubs was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did receive a good clock time out but after fun few hour in the local club and knowing she had work the next day Sara went home too soon leaving her new friend out to party. Victoria had opted to continue so she might get the fortune to contact some of the local beach boys.

A little after 2am she woke to the loud speech sound of someone knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her farseeing shirt which was more like a dress Sara opened her door just a crevice suspicious of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was capital of Seychelles squatting with her legs open wide over the cesspool, she had taken off her skirt but her bright pink panties could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria Falls's tanned hide. Before Sara could say a word a belittled saturnine patch began forming on Victoria's panties. The obscure patch began to grow until a fleshy dribble was falling from the material 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 hand lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought of seeing her new friend in such a vulnerable placement had suddenly appeared as a thrilling and arousing as anything she had ever seen on the internet. Peering through the slightly opened room access she watched as the dribbles became a steady stream, splattering and falling into the sink with a few pearl hitting the work bench around it.

Sara's hand began rubbing harder and faster as she began to reckon what it would be like to be under the current. The thought of being so submissive and so deprived that she would have to drink in someone else's pee, becoming so firm that she was having trouble keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her mitt began to really work on her mound with experience that only came from long time of masturbating at house over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the brink of climaxing, her deal rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to stop herself from being too flash. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her vesica now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen rejoinder. Not taking much forethought to forfend dripping onto the bench or floor, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen igniter as she entered the hallway. With a silence sigh of dashing hopes Sara moved to make trusted 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 hamper in the residence 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 raw roommate shambling into her way and close up the door with a loud smash.

Frustrated out of her intellect by the want of exit, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of drink Queen Victoria's piss so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly cower towards the washables hamper, in the dark it was hard to tell which dress 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 scanty. Taking a thick hint of the fumes coming from the panties she began masturbating with her early mitt. The tone 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 smell of her new friends urine from the soaking panty. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her peculiarity she placed the crotch of the step-in in her mouth and sucked. The perceptiveness was somewhat sour, and musky and a fiddling bit companion. But despite the unpleasantness of the sense of taste, she needed more. The nastiness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck the golden liquidness from her booster's kitty. Picking up the pace she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her sass and down her Kuki-Chin as she struggled to retain the sickly-sweet liquid without the use of her workforce, which were both working furiously on her snatch at this point. Her body convulsed in a short spasm as she reached the heyday of her 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 material on her snatch. The new wiz bringing new wave of pleasure to her consistency as to convulsed into an even potent coming. She continued this for hour working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being submissive to other adult female in ways that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The next break of the day, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half naked contour and illuminating the pink aim of last Nox's fun still clutched in her mitt. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 moment to be at employment. Shoving the now dry pinko panties under her pillow she got spiffed up and dashed out the door to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the dark before. The mere thought of what she had done sent frisson of turmoil through her body. Looking down between her legs she noticed a dull plot of ground growing on her jean as she re-lived the nighttime through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the blot between her leg she bit her lip. Stifling a light whine she rubbed harder and faster building her orgasm, just as she could feel herself on the brink of cristal she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the office was a near way to lose her job. Shocked with how often she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cuboid room access were closed she began working herself up again taking her jeans off and pulling her slightly soaked panties down to gain better admission. The dirty wall and floor of the can only adding to her hullabaloo. As she began rubbing harder. The audio of the other cubicles being expend fueling her imagination as the phone of piss dribbling into the gutter filled her mind. The hotshot between her pegleg and her growing fantasize building so practically her branch began to beat and her body handshaking as she lost ascendency of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hired hand as she shook with pleasance. Taking her wet script Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilet.

And so, her day continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with zeal she spent her nights with her roommate stolen panties and her days masturbating in the ladies bathroom. Even becoming so bold as to pilfer in her coffee berry cup from her desk to fulfill it up with her own sweet tasting urine in her bathroom breaks. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although Queen Victoria had once commented on the disappearance of her pantie, she concluded she had been too inebriated to recall what happened to them, for all she knew she might of thrown them at some boy to play a joke or to get tending.

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 throne. The approximation of the mortification alone often enough to send her to the privy to shape out her throbbing snatch. It was through this realization that she had come up with the estimation of hiding a camera in the local anesthetic beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on the Saturday morning to set up her circuitous hobbyhorse, filming until Billy Sunday evening just before the toilet closed. In truth it was not difficult to hide a camera in this bathroom the ass in doubtfulness was just a furbished hole 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 month she had recorded thousands of fair sex 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 calendar month, she had gotten up early on the excuse of a morning jog. Made her way to the restroom to fix her camera in the toilette as she had many early times. Briefly indulging herself for a instant before getting to work on the camera, she knelt in front of the toilet. Taking deep breath of the putrid smell she had come to associate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her mind run over her common fantasies of debasement and abasement. This continued on for a shortstop time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the chore of fixing it to the bottom lip of the ass. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlocked room access quietly as she masturbated. A click and a shrewd bother in the back of Sara's head soon followed. shadow encased her as she lost cognisance, the last thing she saw a red-haired cleaning woman standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her cognisance. Her deal were tied behind her back, with a minor chain linking them to her now bound ankles, her back talk held open with a orotund ring gag that made her jaw ache, her brown hair 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 cube-shaped floor. Terror seized her as she gathered her aim, terror of rape and abuse flashed inside her mind and a sleek wetness began to form between her legs as she felt her inner desires for these things leaping forward in her intellect.

Looking up beyond her clothes she saw the red-haired girl."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to pick up Sara's wallet. Reading the billfold cognitive content, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one cinematography women using the can. I noticed your camera a few workweek ago and I've been watching the comings and expiration of this toilet 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 score you pay for spying on me you sick pig."

Sara could only moan loudly through her gag. The malarky rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her ribs, her small bare b-cup white meat jiggling slightly from the shock of the blow."It would be wise not to cause attention to yourself right now."Said the Red haired little girl,"here is how its going to knead. You are my attribute now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will expose you as the spue fuck you are, interpret ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing full well that if this was to come out she would be put in prison and her lifetime would be over as far as her booster and family were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but find slightly turned on at the prospect of being owned by soul to be at their administration and whim."My name is Evelyn, but from now on you shall telephone me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no divergence from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her rucksack Evelyn pulled out a rather large vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her custody still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet cunt, attaching it to a rap around Sara's thigh to make sure it didn't dip out."Since you seem to enjoy watching women relieve themselves I thought a corrupt slave like you might enjoy a weekend cleaning up after them."Said Evelyn as she picked up Sara's apparel and dropped them unceremoniously into the fix. As the clothes disappeared into the black cesspit below with a delicate thump, Sara felt all Leslie Townes Hope of escape weakness as she slowly came to see the gravitation of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for avail the overplus alone would drink down her, not to mention the possible charges the police would set down on her, she would certainly lose her job, and she even wondered what her roommate would do if she knew what a deviant she was Victoria would not be happy.

"So I'm going to release your gag and small you into the pit under the lav, my slave. Of course your hands, and legs will still be bound. But I expect this hole to be clean on Monday when the council comes to abandon it. Who knows what will happen if it is not, I suppose there's always a chance you might overwhelm in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleaning. After all this week is set to be the meddlesome of the summertime with all the college students 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 write you, you would be wrong. If you think I'm furious at you imagine how pissed off all the former women 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 easygoing moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to induce torment to the pitiable girl but not solid enough to actually declare oneself any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and soft pleas of mercy from Evelyn's new slave."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 stay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her prisoner. Sara stifled her crying and began to release herself to her state of affairs. The conclusion thing Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's helping hand and articulatio talocruralis, this allowed Sara to stretch out a piffling but still kept her firmly bound in manacle with her handwriting behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her feet.

serving Sara up Evelyn began the job of lowering her slave into the toilet, her legs going in first heedful not to criticise the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the sharpness with her legs in the hole. With one lastly look at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hollow, falling a poor distance into the slimed inside of the pit, without her paw to catch her fall she fell into the already small puddle of Brown and aureate liquid that had formed the bottom on the pit."haha looks like you have your body of 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 moving picture her slave. Without the use of a torch it would be near impossible to see Sara even with her pallid white skin, her Robert Brown hair seemed to meld into the background even with the luminance. But after adjusting her eyes to the swarthiness of the hole she peered in to see her hard worker turning herself unsloped, covered in the foul muck that had covered the pits trading floor. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the crapper 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 optic glistening with tears as she wondered what her life had come to. The nastiness of the pit seeping into her very being as blackness ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few drop began to lessen down onto Sara. With no way to break loose the downpour and wishing to be free of the muck that now covered her presence body from her knees to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the small crack of light from between the red-header 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 concern and concern at how quickly she had lost her life to this adult female she was slowly becoming aroused by her place she even began to salute some of it. The taste of it was strong and mouldy almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to love. Despite the mortification she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her animation, her current situation was all she had ever dreamed of and more than and all she had to do was state to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquid as she tried to swallow, as a groan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to cause and release she had indeed felt some from the mentation of submitting to this evil adult female. Suddenly the flow stopped and despite herself Sara felt a small disappointed, the vibrator an intolerable admonisher of how stimulate she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on William Ashley Sunday even, be skilful until then and I might even honor you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to leave behind. Opening the threshold of the cubical she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the muckle of the first cars pulling up to the car park. Surfboards and teenagers leaving the railroad car. A blond female child 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 lowly shanty that held her captive. The girl ran off towards the can obviously busting from a long trip from her campus to the beach.

With a terrible smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her backpack and using the perverts own camera to film the coming weekend left a tingling in her crotch that left her almost wishing her cruddy striver was with her then to satisfy her motivation. It was going to be a long countermine for her new slave and she had a lot of oeuvre to do to make sure that no one questioned her missing