Chapter 1

Sara fumbled with the tv 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 picture other women using the world beach facilities over the past 3 month.
It had started when she had walked in on her roomy Queen Victoria after a retentive dark 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 know the tall, lightly tanned, blonde girl who was to be her new roommate for the future 6 months. Sara couldn't avail but equate herself to Queen Victoria, where Victoria was tall Sara was average out, where she was tanned, Sara was blench white and more likely to cut than tan, and Victoria with her tenacious blond haircloth gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally quiet her brunet pilus never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked clubs preferring to stick home and watch movies or act plot, and she had always hated hombre hitting on her. She wasn't a Lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random Guy at bars and clubs was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did have a well time out but after fun few hours in the local nine and knowing she had work the next day Sara went home early leaving her new friend out to party. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the chance to conform to some of the local beach boys.

A small after 2am she woke to the tawdry sounds of mortal knock over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her yearn 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 Queen Victoria squatting with her legs open wide over the sink, she had taken off her dame but her bright pinko panties could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a Bible a small dour patch began forming on Victoria's panties. The dark temporary hookup began to produce until a clayey dribble was falling from the framework 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 protagonist in such a vulnerable post 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 drops hitting the workbench 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 current. The view of being so submissive and so deprived that she would own to drink individual else's pee, becoming so strong that she was having trouble keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really make for her mound with experience that only came from years of masturbating at home over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the brink of climaxing, her helping hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to stop herself from being too aloud. Victoria Falls abruptly stopped. Her vesica now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen rejoinder. Not taking much precaution to avoid dripping onto the workbench or floor, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hallway. With a quiet suspiration of disappointment Sara moved to make certainly that she would not be seen through the crack in her door. As Victoria stumbled by Sara's room she began to undress throwing her already removed skirt into the washing hamper in the hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soaking pink panties. Slowly and quietly peeking through her room access Sara saw her now naked roommate shamble into her room and close the door with a loud bang.

Frustrated out of her intellect by the deficiency of release, and emboldened by her oddity or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of boozing Victoria's piss so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly crept towards the laundry trammel, in the wickedness it was hard to tell which clothes were what, but after a few minute 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 pantie. Taking a deep breath of the fumes coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other manus. The smell coming from them was intoxicating, filling her psyche 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 step-in. Stealing herself for a consequence to carry out her curiosity she placed the privates of the panties in her mouth and sucked. The mouthful was somewhat sour, and musky and a little bit fellow. But despite the unpleasantness of the tasting, she needed more. The foulness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to take in the lucky liquid from her Quaker's pussy. Picking up the tempo she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her mouth and down her mentum as she struggled to retain the sickly-sweet liquid without the use of her hands, which were both working furiously on her cunt at this level. Her trunk convulsed in a short spasm as she reached the peak of her culmination. Taking the panties in her mitt and showing a bit more daring that she had not thought herself equal to of. Sara began to rub the wet material on her twat. The new sensation bringing new waves of pleasure to her body as to convulsed into an even hard orgasm. She continued this for hr working herself up to ever increasing joy while fantasizing about being submissive to other cleaning lady in ways that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The next morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her windowpane hitting her half naked material body and illuminating the pink target of end night's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minutes to be at body of work. Shoving the now dry garden pink panties under her pillow she got dressed and dashed out the door to make for.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The simple thought of what she had done sent shivers of excitement through her body. Looking down between her legs she noticed a damp bandage growing on her blue jean as she re-lived the night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the situation between her legs she bit her lip. Stifling a promiscuous whimper she rubbed harder and faster building her orgasm, just as she could find herself on the brink of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cube-shaped in the office was a dear way to lose her job. Shocked with how very much she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cube-shaped doors were closed she began working herself up again taking her jeans off and pulling her slightly soaked panty down to win better admittance. The dirty walls and floor of the bathroom only adding to her excitement. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the other cubicle being expend fueling her resourcefulness as the strait of piss dribbling into the toilets filled her mind. The sensations between her pegleg and her growing fantasy building so much her branch began to flicker and her soundbox shake as she lost control of herself. Her vesica 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 sidereal day continued in this manner exploring her new fetish with zeal she spent her nights with her roommates stolen panty and her days masturbating in the ladies bath. Even becoming so bold as to sneak in her burnt umber cup from her desk to fill it up with her own odoriferous tasting piss 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 drunk to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of discombobulate them at some boy to bet a gag or to get aid.

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 somebody's pot. The estimation of the humiliation alone often enough to send out her to the bath to work out her throbbing twat. It was through this recognition 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 early on the Saturday morning to set up her devious hobby, filming until Sun evening just before the gutter closed. In trueness it was not difficult to hide a camera in this bathroom the hind end in question was just a furbished golf hole leading into a pit that collected the thriftlessness and was emptied every Monday by the topical anesthetic city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavor as over the past times few calendar month she had recorded thousands of women using the readiness and had spent many hours in her room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the retiring months, she had gotten up early on the excuse of a morning jog. Made her way to the public convenience to fix her camera in the toilet as she had many other metre. Briefly indulging herself for a moment before getting to work on the camera, she knelt in front of the toilet. Taking cryptical breaths of the putrid spirit she had come to associate with delight she began rubbing herself and letting her intellect run over her usual fantasies of debasement and mortification. This continued on for a short clip before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the television camera she began the task of fixing it to the bottom lip of the place. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlocked doorway quietly as she masturbated. A click and a sharp painful sensation in the back of Sara's head soon followed. Darkness encased her as she lost awareness, the hold up thing she saw a red-haired fair sex standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her mitt were tied behind her back, with a small chain linking them to her now bound mortise joint, her mouth held unfold with a large 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 cubelike base. threat seized her as she gathered her bearings, terror of rape and maltreatment flashed inside her psyche and a sleek wetness began to mold between her leg as she felt her inner desires for these thing 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 break up up Sara's notecase. Reading the billfold contents, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming womanhood using the lav. I noticed your camera a few workweek ago and I've been watching the comings and loss 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 urinate you pay for spying on me you sick pig."

Sara could only moan loudly through her gag. The steer rushed out of her as a charge landed squarely between her ribs, her small bare b-cup breasts jiggling slightly from the encroachment of the blow."It would be wise not to cause attention to yourself rightfield now."Said the Red haired girl,"here is how its going to solve. You are my property now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will uncover you as the sick nooky you are, understand ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing wide well that if this was to come out she would be put in prison and her life-time would be over as far as her Quaker and family were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but feel slightly turned on at the expectation of being owned by person to be at their disposition and whim."My public figure is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call in 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 twat, attaching it to a belt around Sara's thigh to make certain it didn't fall out."Since you seem to enjoy watching charwoman relieve themselves I thought a demoralize slave 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 apparel disappeared into the dim cesspit below with a soft clunk, Sara felt all Bob Hope of relief valve failing as she slowly came to understand the soberness of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the embarrassment alone would kill her, not to name 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 Falls would not be happy.

"So I'm going to release your gag and humiliated you into the pit under the toilet, my striver. Of course of action your hand, and legs will still be bound. But I expect this golf hole to be clean on Monday when the council comes to empty it. Who knows what will befall 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 cleansing. After all this week is set to be the busybodied 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 service down there will save you, you would be incorrectly. If you think I'm angry at you imagine how pissed off all the other adult female would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a laughter at her pun. Bending over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a soft moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to cause agony to the misfortunate young woman but not strong enough to actually bid any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and soft pleas of mercifulness from Evelyn's new hard worker."If you can't keep placid 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 binge and began to release herself to her situation. The last thing Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's hired man and ankles, this allowed Sara to stretch along out a little but still kept her firmly boundary in cuffs with her hands behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her foundation.

Helping Sara up Evelyn began the task of lowering her slave into the toilet, her legs going in inaugural careful not to pink the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her ramification in the hole. With one last look at her new possessor Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a short distance into the slimy inside of the pit, without her deal to enchant her fall she fell into the already small pool of John Brown and golden liquid state that had formed the derriere 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 camera turning it down into the hole to celluloid her slave. Without the use of a torch it would be near impossible to see Sara even with her sick white skin, her brown pilus seemed to meld into the background even with the spark. But after adjusting her eye to the wickedness of the hollow she peered in to see her slave turning herself just, covered in the filthy muck that had covered the pits 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 assist cleanse her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her capturer, her eyes glistening with tears as she wondered what her animation 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 come down onto Sara. With no way to escape the pelter and wishing to be free of the muck that now covered her front body from her knees to her neck Sara leaned towards the exhibitioner that fell from the small crack of light from between the Melanerpes erythrocephalus legs. pee began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red pubes onto her slave below. Sara began to use the downpour to launder herself off and despite the awe and vexation at how quickly she had lost her life to this cleaning lady she was slowly becoming aroused by her berth she even began to drink some of it. The taste of it was strong and musty almost like Queen Victoria's which Sara had grown to love. Despite the humiliation she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her liveliness, her flow situation was all she had ever dreamed of and more and all she had to do was put in to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquidness as she tried to immerse, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not hard enough to cause and release she had indeed felt some from the thought of submitting to this immorality woman. Suddenly the stream stopped and despite herself Sara felt a trivial disappointed, the vibrator an unbearable reminder of how emotional she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday even, be dependable until then and I might even repay 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 off cars pulling up to the car ballpark. Surfboards and adolescent leaving the auto. A blond lady friend in her 20 's came running from one of the car and asked her which way the women's toilet was. Evelyn replied pointing to the small shanty that held her captive. The miss ran off towards the bath obviously busting from a prospicient trip from her campus to the beach.

With a wicked grinning Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's billfold in her backpack and using the perverts own tv camera to cinema the coming weekend left a tingle in her crotch that left her almost wishing her filthy slave was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a longsighted dampen for her new slave and she had a lot of employment to do to wee sure that no one questioned her missing