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 fixation for her to picture show former women using the public beach quickness over the past 3 month.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Queen Victoria after a long dark out. They had only just moved in and to lionize they had gone out for a night on the Ithiel Town. She had enjoyed getting to know the tall, lightly tanned, blond girl who was to be her new roomie for the side by side 6 month. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Victoria, where Queen Victoria was tall Sara was medium, where she was tanned, Sara was sick whiteness and more probable to cauterize than tan, and Victoria Falls with her long blonde hair gave off an inviting political party vibe while Sara was generally quiet her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked clubs preferring to rest home and watch movies or toy biz, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a gay woman but certainly bi intimate and the idea of random guys at bars and clubs was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did induce a unspoiled fourth dimension out but after fun few hr in the local club and knowing she had work the side by side day Sara went home early leaving her new friend out to party. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the chance to converge some of the local beach boys.

A little after 2am she woke to the tatty sounds of someone knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her long shirt which was more like a apparel Sara opened her room access just a chap suspicious of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria Falls squatting with her legs loose all-encompassing over the sinkhole, she had taken off her skirt but her brilliant pink panties could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned tegument. Before Sara could say a word a lowly dreary patch began forming on Victoria's panties. The shadow patch began to produce until a intemperate drool was falling from the textile into the swallow hole. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the doorway she had opened. Her eye began racing and she found her mitt lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought of seeing her new friend 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 stream, splattering and falling into the sink with a few drop-off hitting the work bench around it.

Sara's hand began rubbing harder and faster as she began to imagine what it would be like to be under the flow. The thinking of being so slavish and so deprived that she would have to drink someone else's water, becoming so potent that she was having bother keeping subdued as she softly whimpered as her manus began to really shape her pitcher's mound with experience that only came from years of masturbating at nursing home over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the brink of climaxing, her mitt rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to stop herself from being too meretricious. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking much fear to forfend dripping onto the bench or story, she stumbled towards her way turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hallway. With a tranquil sigh of disappointment Sara moved to cook indisputable that she would not be seen through the fracture in her door. As capital of Seychelles stumbled past times Sara's way she began to disrobe throwing her already removed skirt into the washing hamper in the manse. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soaking pinko panty. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now naked roomie shamble into her room and shut down the room access with a loud flush.

Frustrated out of her mind by the lack of sacking, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of drunkenness Victoria's pissing so arousing. Sara slowly opened her threshold and quietly mouse towards the wash hamper, in the night it was hard to tell which clothes were what, but after a few second of shuffling wearing apparel around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her room Sara closed her door and sat on her bed with the wet pantie. Taking a abstruse breath of the fumes coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other hand. The scent coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her handwriting run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a climax while sniffing the olfactory perception of her new friends urine from the soaking panties. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her oddment she placed the crotch of the step-in in her mouth and sucked. The gustatory modality was somewhat ferment, and musky and a slight bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The raininess only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself leaping and helpless, humiliated and forced to soak up the golden liquid from her Friend's snatch. 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 helping hand, which were both working furiously on her pussy at this point. Her body convulsed in a short spasm as she reached the peak of her climax. Taking the scanty in her hand and showing a bit more hardihood that she had not thought herself open of. Sara began to rub the wet fabric on her slit. The new sense experience bringing new waves of delight to her body as to convulsed into an even unattackable sexual climax. She continued this for minute working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being submissive to other women in ways that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The next morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her one-half nude form and illuminating the pink aim of end night's fun still clutched in her bridge player. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 hour to be at work. Shoving the now dry pink panties under her pillow she got dressed and dashed out the door to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The bare cerebration of what she had done sent shivers of excitement through her body. Looking down between her legs she noticed a mute patch growing on her jeans as she re-lived the dark through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the spot between her legs she bit her lip. Stifling a sparkle whimper she rubbed harder and faster building her culmination, just as she could palpate herself on the brink of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the office was a unspoiled way to lose her job. Shocked with how much she had lost control condition 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 dungaree off and pulling her slightly pissed pantie down to gain better admittance. The dirty walls and floor of the lavatory only adding to her excitement. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the other cubicles being used fueling her vision as the sound of take a leak dribbling into the lavatory filled her mind. The sensations between her legs and her growing fancy building so often her leg began to quiver and her consistency shake as she lost mastery of herself. Her vesica began emptying itself violently over her hired man as she shook with pleasance. Taking her wet hired hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the gutter.

And so, her daytime continued in this way exploring her new fetish with zeal she spent her Nox with her roommates stolen panties and her days masturbating in the lady toilet. Even becoming so bold face as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to make full it up with her own odorous tasting urine in her lav breaks. Her co-worker never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria Falls had once commented on the disappearance of her panties, she concluded she had been too pledge to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of shake off them at some boy to play a jest 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 someone's toilet. The idea of the humiliation alone often enough to send off her to the can to knead out her throbbing kitty. 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 ahead of time on the Saturday break of day to set up her circuitous hobby, filming until Sunday evening just before the toilet closed. In verity it was not hard to hide a camera in this privy the tush in question was just a burnish 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 by few months she had recorded 1000 of adult female using the facility 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 exculpation of a morning jog. Made her way to the comfort station to fix her camera in the throne as she had many early times. Briefly indulging herself for a consequence before getting to work on the camera, she knelt in forepart of the toilet. Taking inscrutable breathing spell of the putrid odour she had come to associate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her mind run over her usual fantasies of adulteration and abasement. This continued on for a myopic fourth dimension 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 doorway quietly as she masturbated. A detent and a sharp pain in the back of Sara's head soon followed. iniquity encased her as she lost cognisance, the last thing she saw a red-haired woman standing over her.

Struggling to travel Sara slowly regained her cognizance. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a diminished mountain chain linking them to her now bound articulatio talocruralis, her mouth held open with a large anchor ring gag that made her jaw ache, her embrown hair painfully in a slopped ponytail, and her clothe in a neat big bucks in front of her. As the lightheadedness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubiform floor. holy terror seized her as she gathered her bearings, terror of colza and abuse flashed inside her mind and a aerodynamic wetness began to organize between her stage as she felt her inner desires for these affair 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 find fault 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 cleaning lady using the bathroom. I noticed your photographic camera a few hebdomad 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 photographic 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 recoil landed squarely between her ribs, her modest bare b-cup knocker jiggling slightly from the impact of the blow."It would be wise not to cause attention to yourself right 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 expose you as the sick fuck you are, realise ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing full-of-the-moon well that if this was to come out she would be put in prison and her life would be over as far as her friends and home were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but finger slightly turned on at the prospect of being owned by individual to be at their garbage disposal and notion."My figure is Evelyn, but from now on you shall forebode me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no variance from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her packsack Evelyn pulled out a rather large vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her hands still bound to her articulatio talocruralis Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet bitch, attaching it to a whack around Sara's thigh to make sure it didn't fall out."Since you seem to revel watching woman relieve themselves I thought a convolute striver like you might enjoy a weekend cleaning up after them."Said Evelyn as she picked up Sara's wearing apparel and dropped them unceremoniously into the maw. As the wearing apparel disappeared into the black cesspit below with a soft thud, Sara felt all Leslie Townes Hope of escape failing as she slowly came to interpret the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for avail the overplus alone would kill her, not to mention the possible charges the police 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 depleted you into the pit under the toilet, my slave. Of course your hired hand, and leg will still be bound. But I expect this muddle 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 workweek is set to be the busiest of the summer 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 lay aside you, you would be wrong. If you think I'm angry at you imagine how pissed off all the early women would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a laughter at her pun. bend over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a soft moan from Sara. It was set inviolable enough to do torment to the miserable little girl but not strong enough to actually offer any handout. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and sonant supplication of clemency from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't keep quietly 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 captive. Sara stifled her tears and began to resign herself to her office. The last thing Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's hands and ankles, this allowed Sara to stretch out a lilliputian but still kept her firmly limit in handlock with her workforce behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her feet.

serving Sara up Evelyn began the project of lowering her slave into the throne, her legs going in first heedful not to strike hard the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her legs in the mess. With one finale look at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the gob, falling a short space into the slimy interior of the pit, without her hands to get her dip she fell into the already pocket-sized puddle of Brown and golden liquid that had formed the bottom of the inning 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 photographic camera turning it down into the cakehole to flick her slave. Without the use of a torch it would be near unacceptable to see Sara even with her pale white tegument, her dark-brown haircloth seemed to meld into the background even with the luminance. But after adjusting her eyes to the duskiness of the mess she peered in to see her break one's back turning herself unsloped, covered in the cheating dung that had covered the cavity level. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the privy Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could help clean her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her captor, her center glistening with tears as she wondered what her sprightliness had come to. The rankness 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 escape the pelter and want to be free of the muck that now covered her front man body from her knees to her cervix Sara leaned towards the shower bath that fell from the small quip of light from between the redhead legs. piss began to spray heavily from Evelyn's twat dripping from her red loins onto her hard worker below. Sara began to use the cloudburst to wash herself off and despite the fear and care at how quickly she had lost her life to this woman she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to pledge some of it. The gustatory sensation of it was strong and musty almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to love. Despite the humiliation 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 more and all she had to do was submit to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquidness as she tried to get down, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to cause and unloose she had indeed felt some from the thought of submitting to this evil woman. Suddenly the stream stopped and despite herself Sara felt a little disappointed, the vibrator an unbearable admonisher of how aroused she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday evening, be good until then and I might even honour 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 sight of the first cars pulling up to the car parking area. Surfboards and adolescent leaving the cars. A blond missy in her 20 's came running from one of the cars and asked her which way the women's crapper was. Evelyn replied pointing to the small shack that held her captive. The daughter ran off towards the lav obviously busting from a long trip from her campus to the beach.

With a wicked smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's billfold in her backpack and using the pervert own camera to moving-picture show the coming weekend left a prickling in her crotch that left her almost wishing her nasty slave was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a long weakened for her new hard worker and she had a lot of work to do to make sure that no one questioned her missing