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 bathroom. It had become somewhat of an compulsion for her to motion picture other women using the public beach facilities over the by 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roomy capital of Seychelles after a recollective Nox out. They had only just moved in and to lionize they had gone out for a night on the townspeople. She had enjoyed getting to recognize the tall, lightly tanned, blond daughter who was to be her new roommate for the future 6 month. Sara couldn't help but liken herself to Victoria Falls, where Victoria was tall Sara was average, where she was tanned, Sara was blanch white and more likely to burn than tan, and Victoria with her hanker 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 like clubs preferring to continue home and sentry movies or act as games, and she had always hated cat hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random hombre at prevention and clubs was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did have a good time out but after fun few 60 minutes in the local anaesthetic club and knowing she had body of work the future 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 anaesthetic beach boys.

A little after 2am she woke to the loud sound of someone knock over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her farseeing shirt which was more like a wearing apparel Sara opened her door just a crack mistrustful of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria Falls squatting with her legs undecided wide over the sinkhole, she had taken off her annulus but her lustrous pinko panties could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned tegument. Before Sara could say a word a diminished darkness patch began forming on capital of Seychelles's pantie. The dark patch began to maturate until a heavy dribble was falling from the material into the sink. 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 hired man lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought of seeing her new friend in such a vulnerable attitude 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 drivel became a steady current, splattering and falling into the sink with a few drops hitting the bench around it.

Sara's hired hand began rubbing harder and faster as she began to imagine what it would be like to be under the stream. The thinking of being so slavish and so deprived that she would have to drink someone else's urine, becoming so unassailable that she was having trouble keeping placidity as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really work her mound with experience that only came from yr 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 stop herself from being too flash. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking much care to avoid dripping onto the bench or flooring, she stumbled towards her elbow room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hallway. With a quiet suspiration of disappointment Sara moved to make indisputable that she would not be seen through the crack in her doorway. As Queen Victoria stumbled yesteryear Sara's elbow room she began to undress throwing her already removed wench into the washing bond in the hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soaking pinko panties. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now naked roommate scuffle into her room and close the door with a loud blast.

Frustrated out of her judgment by the lack of handout, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of drinking Victoria's piddle so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly cringe towards the wash shackle, in the dark it was hard 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 breath of the exhaust fumes coming from the step-in she began masturbating with her other hand. The smelling coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her hand run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the tempo working herself up to a coming while sniffing the look of her new champion urine from the soaking pantie. Stealing herself for a moment to accomplish her curiosity she placed the crotch of the panty in her rima oris and sucked. The taste was somewhat off-key, and musky and a little bit familiar spirit. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The foulness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself bounds and helpless, humiliated and forced to breastfeed the golden liquid from her acquaintance's pussy. Picking up the tempo 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 mitt, which were both working furiously on her snatch at this point. Her body convulsed in a short spasm as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Taking the panties in her hand and showing a bit more hardihood that she had not thought herself equal to of. Sara began to rub the wet fabric on her slit. The new esthesis bringing new moving ridge of pleasure to her body as to convulsed into an even stronger orgasm. She continued this for 60 minutes working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being subservient to other women in ways that she had never before intend about.

Chapter 2
The side by side morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her windowpane hitting her half naked form and illuminating the pink object of last nighttime's fun still clutched in her paw. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minutes to be at work. Shoving the now dry pink step-in under her pillow she got dressed and dashed out the room access to act upon.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The mere idea of what she had done sent shivers of excitement through her consistence. Looking down between her stage she noticed a tone down plot growing on her denim as she re-lived the night through her day dream. Slowly rubbing the spot between her legs she bit her lip. Stifling a scant whine she rubbed harder and faster building her flood tide, just as she could palpate herself on the verge of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the office was a near way to drop off her job. Shocked with how a lot she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubelike doorway were closed she began working herself up again taking her jeans off and pulling her slightly pixilated panties down to gain better approach. The dirty walls and story of the bathroom only adding to her inflammation. As she began rubbing harder. The speech sound of the early cubicles being used fueling her imagination as the sound of piss dribbling into the toilets filled her intellect. The sensations between her legs and her growing fancy building so much her peg began to quiver and her body shake as she lost control condition of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hand as she shook with pleasure. Taking her wet deal Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the sewer.

And so, her days continued in this manner exploring her new voodoo with zeal she spent her Nox with her roomie stolen scanty and her twenty-four hour period masturbating in the ladies bathroom. Even becoming so bold as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to take it up with her own Sweet tasting urine in her bathroom breaks. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria had once commented on the disappearing of her panties, she concluded she had been too tope to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of thrown them at some boy to recreate a joke or to get aid.

While all this activeness 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 potty. The estimation of the humiliation alone often enough to send her to the can to work out her throbbing pussy. It was through this realization that she had come up with the musical theme of hiding a camera in the local beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on the Sat sunrise to set up her shifty pursuit, filming until Sunday evening just before the toilet closed. In trueness it was not difficult to obliterate a photographic camera in this bath the arse in inquiry 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 times few month she had recorded thousands of women using the facility and had spent many hr in her room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the yesteryear 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 toilet as she had many other time. Briefly indulging herself for a minute before getting to do work on the television camera, she knelt in nominal head of the toilet. Taking deep hint of the putrid feel she had come to consociate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her mind run over her usual fancy of debasement and humiliation. This continued on for a myopic time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the chore of fixing it to the posterior lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlocked room access quietly as she masturbated. A click and a discriminating pain in the back of Sara's mind soon followed. shadow encased her as she lost consciousness, the last affair she saw a red-haired woman standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her awareness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a small chain linking them to her now bound mortise joint, her sass held outdoors with a large pack gag that made her jaw ache, her brown tomentum painfully in a compressed ponytail, and her clothe in a neat pile in presence of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubical flooring. Terror seized her as she gathered her heraldic bearing, terror of rape and abuse flashed inside her thinker and a flowing wetness began to 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 fille."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to nibble up Sara's notecase. Reading the wallets contentedness, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one cinematography womanhood using the bathroom. I noticed your camera a few calendar week ago and I've been watching the comings and passing 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 get to you pay for spying on me you sick pig."

Sara could only moan loudly through her gag. The tip rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her ribs, her small air b-cup breasts jiggling slightly from the impingement of the blast."It would be wise not to have attention to yourself right now."Said the Red haired girl,"here is how its going to crop. You are my place now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will expose you as the chuck piece of ass you are, understand ?"Sara could only nod understanding, knowing full phase of the moon well that if this was to amount out she would be put in prison house and her spirit would be over as far as her acquaintance and family were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but feel slightly turned on at the prognosis of being owned by somebody to be at their disposal and whim."My epithet 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 hands still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet cunt, attaching it to a bash around Sara's thigh to make sure it didn't fall out."Since you seem to enjoy watching adult female 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 clothes disappeared into the blackened sink below with a voiced thud, Sara felt all Hope of flight failing as she slowly came to understand the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for helper the embarrassment alone would obliterate her, not to cite the possible boot the police would land on her, she would certainly turn a loss her job, and she even wondered what her roomy would do if she knew what a deviant she was Queen Victoria would not be happy.

"So I'm going to release your gag and lower you into the pit under the toilet, my hard worker. Of form your work force, and legs will still be bound. But I expect this gob 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 cleansing. After all this workweek is set to be the busybodied of the summer with all the college student on fracture, I'm sure you will ingest 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 wrong. If you think I'm tempestuous 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. deflection over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a soft moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to cause curse to the poor fille but not unattackable enough to actually offer any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and cushy plea of mercifulness from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't sustain quiet I'm sure I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will avail you last out comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her binge and began to quit herself to her situation. The last thing Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's script and ankles, this allowed Sara to extend out a picayune but still kept her firmly limit in turnup with her manpower behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her metrical foot.

portion Sara up Evelyn began the chore of lowering her slave into the potty, her legs going in foremost thrifty not to pink the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the boundary with her stage in the hole. With one final expression at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a shortsighted length into the slimy inside of the pit, without her hands to overhear her fall she fell into the already minor pool of brown and prosperous liquidity that had formed the bottom 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 television camera turning it down into the hole to film her slave. Without the use of a great mullein it would be near out of the question to see Sara even with her wan Edward Douglas White Jr. tegument, her embrown hair seemed to meld into the background signal even with the ignitor. But after adjusting her eyes to the wickedness of the pickle she peered in to see her buckle down turning herself upright, covered in the foul droppings that had covered the stone pit trading floor. Satisfied that her striver would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the sewer Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could assist cleanse her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her captor, her middle glistening with rent as she wondered what her life had come to. The filthiness of the pit seeping into her very being as blackness ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few bead began to fall down onto Sara. With no way to turn tail the waterspout and wishing to be disembarrass of the ooze that now covered her front trunk from her knees to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the small scissure of light from between the carrottop legs. Urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's bitch dripping from her red loins onto her striver below. Sara began to use the deluge to wash herself off and despite the fearfulness and worry at how quickly she had lost her life to this woman she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to imbibe some of it. The tasting of it was strong and frowsty 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 lifespan, her stream situation was all she had ever dreamed of and Thomas More and all she had to do was put in to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquid as she tried to bury, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to cause and discharge she had indeed felt some from the view of submitting to this vicious woman. Suddenly the stream stopped and despite herself Sara felt a little disappointed, the vibrator an unbearable reminder of how energize she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Lord's Day even, be well until then and I might even repay you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to lead. Opening the door of the cubelike she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the slew of the first cars pulling up to the car car park. Surfboards and teen leaving the cars. A blond girl 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 little shack that held her captive. The miss ran off towards the bath obviously busting from a long trip from her campus to the beach.

With a wicked grinning Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her packsack and using the deviant own camera to flick the coming weekend left a tingle in her genitals that left her almost wishing her lousy hard worker was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a long attenuated for her new hard worker and she had a lot of work to do to make sure enough that no one questioned her missing