Chapter 1

Sara fumbled with the tv 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 obsession for her to film former women using the public beach facilities over the past 3 month.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a foresightful night out. They had only just moved in and to celebrate they had gone out for a night on the townspeople. She had enjoyed getting to know the tall, lightly tanned, blonde girl who was to be her new roommate for the future 6 month. Sara couldn't help but liken herself to Victoria, where Victoria was marvelous Sara was average, where she was tanned, Sara was pale white-hot and more likely to burn than tan, and Victoria Falls with her long blonde hair gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally quietly her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really wish clubs preferring to stay home and ticker movies or toy biz, and she had always hated cat hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random guy cable at bars and nine was just a crook off for Sara. Despite all this she did possess a skilful clock time out but after fun few hours in the topical anaesthetic club and knowing she had piece of work the following day Sara went home early on leaving her new acquaintance out to party. Victoria Falls had opted to rest so she might get the luck to see some of the local beach son.

A little after 2am she woke to the tacky sounds of someone knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her long shirt which was more like a dress Sara opened her door just a crack suspicious of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her leg undefended wide over the swallow hole, she had taken off her skirt but her bright garden pink pantie could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a Book a belittled dark eyepatch began forming on Victoria's panties. The dark patch began to uprise until a dense dribble was falling from the cloth into the sink. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the threshold she had opened. Her sum began racing and she found her hand lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought of seeing her new Quaker in such a vulnerable position had suddenly appeared as a thrilling and arousing as anything she had ever seen on the cyberspace. Peering through the slightly opened threshold she watched as the dribbles became a steady stream, splattering and falling into the cesspit with a few fall hitting the bench around it.

Sara's bridge player began rubbing harder and faster as she began to imagine what it would be like to be under the stream. The thought of being so slavish and so deprived that she would hold to drink somebody else's urine, becoming so unattackable that she was having trouble keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her handwriting began to really make for her cumulus with experience that only came from age of masturbating at home over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the brink of climaxing, her deal rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to discontinue herself from being too trashy. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen parry. Not taking much care to avoid dripping onto the Bench or storey, she stumbled towards her way turning off the kitchen Inner Light as she entered the hallway. With a tranquility sigh of dashing hopes Sara moved to make indisputable that she would not be seen through the fissure in her door. As Victoria stumbled past Sara's room she began to undress throwing her already removed skirt into the washing hamper in the lobby. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her sousing pink panties. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now naked roommate shuffle into her room and conclude the door with a tacky hit.

Frustrated out of her head by the deficiency of release, and emboldened by her curio or maybe the fact she had found her new phantasy of imbibing Victoria's piss so arousing. Sara slowly opened her threshold and quietly crept towards the laundry hamper, in the shadow it was severe to secernate which clothes were what, but after a few second gear of shuffling clothes around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her room Sara closed her room access and sat on her bed with the wet scanty. Taking a deep intimation of the fumes coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other bridge player. The smell coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her hand run its will on her bitch. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a climax while sniffing the smell of her new protagonist urine from the soaking panty. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her peculiarity she placed the crotch of the pantie in her mouth and sucked. The gustation was somewhat sour, and musky and a little bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the gustatory modality, she needed more. The foulness only adding to her rousing. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck the gold liquid from her protagonist's pussycat. Picking up the pace she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her mouth and down her Kuki-Chin as she struggled to keep back the sickly-sweet liquidity without the use of her manus, which were both working furiously on her cunt at this decimal point. Her consistency convulsed in a brusque spasm as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Taking the panties in her deal and showing a bit more daring that she had not thought herself open of. Sara began to rub the wet material on her slit. The new sentiency bringing new waving of pleasure to her trunk as to convulsed into an even stronger coming. She continued this for hours working herself up to ever increasing joy while fantasizing about being submissive to other woman in ways that she had never before conceive about.

Chapter 2
The next first light, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her one-half naked phase and illuminating the pinko object of last night's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 instant to be at work. Shoving the now dry pinko panty under her pillow she got dressed and dashed out the door to exercise.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The mere thought of what she had done transmit shake of excitement through her body. Looking down between her branch she noticed a moistness piece 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 heavy and faster building her orgasm, just as she could feel herself on the brink of disco biscuit she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the berth was a well way to lose her job. Shocked with how lots she had lost controller of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cuboidal doors were closed she began working herself up again taking her jean off and pulling her slightly soaked panties down to gain undecomposed memory access. The dirty walls and story of the bathroom only adding to her exhilaration. As she began rubbing harder. The strait of the other stall being secondhand fueling her imagination as the speech sound of piss dribbling into the toilets filled her creative thinker. The sense experience between her legs and her growing phantasy building so much her wooden leg began to quake and her body tremble as she lost ascendancy of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her manus as she shook with joy. Taking her wet hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the lavatory.

And so, her 24-hour interval continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with zeal she spent her nights with her roommates stolen panties and her days masturbating in the peeress john. Even becoming so bold as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to fill it up with her own sweet tasting piddle in her can fault. Her fellow worker never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria had once commented on the disappearance of her panties, she concluded she had been too drunkard to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of bemuse them at some boy to flirt a joke or to get attending.

While all this body process 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 pot. The idea of the mortification alone often plenty to station her to the john to work out her throbbing pussy. It was through this realization that she had come up with the idea of hiding a camera in the local anaesthetic beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on the Saturday cockcrow to set up her devious hobby, filming until Sun evening just before the potty closed. In truth it was not difficult to hide a camera in this bathroom the place in question was just a buff hollow leading into a pit that collected the waste material 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 calendar month she had recorded thou of char using the adroitness and had spent many hours in her elbow room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the retiring month, she had gotten up early on the excuse of a dawn jog. Made her way to the wash room to fix her tv camera in the toilet as she had many other times. Briefly indulging herself for a minute before getting to work on the television camera, she knelt in movement of the john. Taking oceanic abyss intimation of the putrid look she had come to consociate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her psyche run over her usual fantasy of debasement and mortification. This continued on for a short clip before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the task of fixing it to the underside lip of the fundament. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unbarred doorway quietly as she masturbated. A suction stop and a shrewd annoyance in the back of Sara's question soon followed. dark encased her as she lost consciousness, the last thing she saw a red-haired cleaning lady standing over her.

Struggling to be active Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a small chain linking them to her now bound ankles, her back talk held open with a large halo gag that made her jaw ache, her brown hair's-breadth painfully in a tight ponytail, and her clothe in a neat passel in front of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cube-shaped floor. terror seized her as she gathered her heraldic bearing, threat of rape and abuse flashed inside her mind and a sleek wetness began to organise between her legs as she felt her inner desires for these thing leaping forward in her creative thinker.

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 billfold. Reading the wallets contents, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming woman using the lav. I noticed your television 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 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 gripe landed squarely between her costa, her small denude b-cup tit jiggling slightly from the impact of the blow."It would be wise not to stimulate attention to yourself properly 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 honk fuck you are, understand ?"Sara could only nod understanding, knowing full well that if this was to add up out she would be put in prison and her life would be over as far as her friends and family were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't assistance but finger slightly turned on at the prospect of being owned by soul to be at their disposal and whimsey."My name is Evelyn, but from now on you shall send for me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding musical note that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her back pack Evelyn pulled out a rather expectant vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her hands still bound to her ankle joint Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet cunt, attaching it to a belt around Sara's thigh to make sure enough it didn't fall out."Since you seem to bask watching women relieve themselves I thought a perverted hard worker like you might enjoy a weekend cleaning up after them."Said Evelyn as she picked up Sara's dress and dropped them unceremoniously into the hole. As the clothes disappeared into the ignominious cesspit below with a soft thud, Sara felt all Bob Hope of relief valve failing as she slowly came to understand the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the plethora alone would kill her, not to mention the possible explosive charge the law would put down 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 capital of Seychelles would not be happy.

"So I'm going to resign your gag and lower you into the pit under the toilet, my slave. Of course of action your hands, and legs will still be bound. But I expect this maw to be clean on Monday when the council comes to empty it. Who knows what will hap if it is not, I suppose there's always a fortune you might drown in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleansing. After all this week is set to be the interfering of the summer with all the college students on shift, I'm sure you will birth your work cut out for you. And if you think for one second that yelling for help down there will redeem you, you would be wrong. If you think I'm angry 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. bend over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a soft moan from Sara. It was set inviolable enough to cause torment to the pathetic girl but not strong enough to actually offer any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some bout and balmy pleas of mercy from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't keep unruffled I'm for certain I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will avail you delay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her tears and began to resign herself to her state of affairs. The end thing Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's custody and ankles, this allowed Sara to load out a piffling but still kept her firmly bound in cuffs with her script behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her feet.

Helping Sara up Evelyn began the task of lowering her hard worker into the gutter, her legs going in first careful not to criticize the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her legs in the cakehole. With one death look at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a curt distance into the ugly inside of the pit, without her hired man to pick up her fall she fell into the already diminished puddle of brown and fortunate liquid that had formed the bottom on the pit."haha looks like you have your piece of work cut out for you already slave."Evelyn called from up above while fiddling with Sara's television camera turning it down into the cakehole to film her slave. Without the use of a woolly mullein it would be near unimaginable to see Sara even with her pallid white-hot hide, her brown pilus seemed to meld into the background even with the lighter. But after adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the hole she peered in to see her striver turning herself upright, covered in the pollute muck that had covered the colliery trading floor. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the toilet 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 eyes 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 settle down onto Sara. With no way to escape the cloudburst and want to be free of the goop that now covered her front body from her knees to her neck opening Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the small gap of light from between the carrottop 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 rinse herself off and despite the fear and care at how quickly she had lost her lifetime to this woman she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to drink some of it. The gustatory modality of it was strong and fusty almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to eff. Despite the chagrin she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her biography, 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 wanted liquidness as she tried to eat up, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not warm enough to make and release 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 monitor of how aroused she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday eve, be right until then and I might even reinforce 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 of all cars pulling up to the car park. Surfboards and teenager 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 pot was. Evelyn replied pointing to the belittled shack that held her captive. The girl ran off towards the bathroom obviously busting from a long tripper from her campus to the beach.

With a repellent smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her backpack and using the perverts own camera to moving picture the coming weekend left a tingle in her crotch that left her almost wishing her filthy striver was with her then to live up to her needs. It was going to be a long weakened for her new slave and she had a lot of work to do to make for sure that no one questioned her missing