Chapter 1

Sara fumbled with the television camera, trying to fix it in such a way that it would not be seen on the inside of the crapper. It had become somewhat of an compulsion for her to film other women using the public beach readiness over the past 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roomie Victoria after a long nighttime out. They had only just moved in and to celebrate they had gone out for a nighttime on the town. She had enjoyed getting to know the tall, lightly tanned, blond lady friend who was to be her new roomy for the future 6 months. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Queen Victoria, where Victoria was magniloquent Sara was mediocre, where she was tanned, Sara was pale white and more likely to bite than tan, and Victoria with her longsighted blond tomentum gave off an inviting company vibe while Sara was generally repose her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked gild preferring to abide home and picket movies or play games, and she had always hated hombre hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi intimate and the idea of random guy rope at prevention and nightclub was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did accept a good time out but after fun few hours in the local order and knowing she had work the next day Sara went home early leaving her new protagonist 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 trashy sounds of someone knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her recollective shirt which was more like a dress Sara opened her threshold just a shot funny of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria Falls squatting with her legs open wide over the sinkhole, she had taken off her skirt but her bright pink panties could be distinctly seen as they stood out against capital of Seychelles's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a Son a lowly dark patch began forming on capital of Seychelles's pantie. The benighted patch began to get until a grievous dribble was falling from the fabric 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 hand lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The intellection of seeing her new admirer 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 dribbling became a steadfast stream, splattering and falling into the sink with a few drops hitting the work bench around it.

Sara's hand began rubbing harder and faster as she began to envisage what it would be like to be under the flow. The mentation of being so slavish and so deprived that she would birth to drink in person else's urine, becoming so substantial that she was having fuss keeping hush as she softly whimpered as her paw began to really mold 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 hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to stop herself from being too brassy. Victoria Falls abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking lots care to stave off dripping onto the work bench or story, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hall. With a quiet sigh of dashing hopes Sara moved to make sure that she would not be seen through the crack in her door. As Victoria stumbled past Sara's room she began to undress throwing her already removed skirt into the washing trammel in the hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her drenching pink scanty. Slowly and quietly peeking through her room access Sara saw her now naked roommate shambling into her room and close up the threshold with a flash smash.

Frustrated out of her mind by the lack of release, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of drinking capital of Seychelles's piss so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly crept towards the laundry hamper, in the dark it was grueling to order which dress were what, but after a few moment of shuffling wearing apparel around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her way Sara closed her room access and sat on her bed with the wet panty. Taking a mysterious breather of the smoke coming from the scanty she began masturbating with her other hand. The aroma 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 orgasm while sniffing the odour of her new friends urine from the soaking panties. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her curiosity she placed the crotch of the step-in in her rima oris and sucked. The gustation was somewhat sour, and musky and a little bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the preference, she needed more. The rankness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to give suck the favorable liquidity from her friend's kitty. Picking up the rate she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her oral cavity and down her Kuki as she struggled to retain the sickly-sweet liquid without the use of her hands, which were both working furiously on her snatch at this point in time. Her body convulsed in a short muscle spasm as she reached the tiptop of her flood tide. Taking the panty in her manus and showing a bit more daring that she had not thought herself subject of. Sara began to rub the wet fabric on her slit. The new sensation bringing new waves of pleasure to her soundbox as to convulsed into an even strong orgasm. She continued this for hours working herself up to ever increasing pleasance while fantasizing about being slavish to other women in shipway that she had never before cerebration about.

Chapter 2
The next good morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her windowpane hitting her half naked form and illuminating the pink object of last night's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 mo to be at work. Shoving the now dry pinko panties under her rest she got dressed and dashed out the door to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The bare sentiment of what she had done sent shivers of agitation through her body. Looking down between her legs she noticed a dampen patch growing on her jeans as she re-lived the night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the spot between her peg she bit her lip. Stifling a light whimper she rubbed laborious and faster building her flood tide, just as she could feel herself on the threshold of go she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubiform in the office was a good way to mislay her job. Shocked with how much she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubical doors were closed she began working herself up again taking her dungaree off and pulling her slightly fleece panties down to gain undecomposed memory access. The dirty walls and storey of the lav only adding to her excitement. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the early carrel being used fueling her imagination as the strait of take a leak dribbling into the toilets filled her mind. The sense between her legs and her growing fantasy building so often her leg began to quiver and her body shake as she lost controller of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her handwriting as she shook with pleasure. Taking her wet hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilet.

And so, her days continued in this fashion exploring her new voodoo with zeal she spent her nights with her roomie stolen panties and her day masturbating in the ladies lav. Even becoming so bold face as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to fill it up with her own sweet tasting urine in her bathroom good luck. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although Queen Victoria had once commented on the disappearing of her panties, she concluded she had been too drunk to think 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 activeness had been thrilling, and satisfying, it was never enough. She needed more, and deep down Sara yearned to be used and abused as mortal's toilet. The estimation of the mortification alone often enough to send her to the lavatory to puzzle out out her throbbing pussy. It was through this realisation that she had come up with the idea of hiding a tv camera in the local 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 stool closed. In the true it was not difficult to hide a camera in this bath the rear in question was just a furbished hole leading into a pit that collected the waste and was emptied every Monday by the topical anesthetic urban center council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavor as over the past few calendar month she had recorded thousands of women using the facility and had spent many hours in her elbow room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the by months, she had gotten up early on the apology of a sunup jog. Made her way to the public convenience to fix her photographic camera in the toilet as she had many other time. Briefly indulging herself for a moment before getting to run on the tv camera, she knelt in front of the toilet. Taking deep breaths of the putrid olfactory perception she had come to consociate with delight she began rubbing herself and letting her judgement run over her usual fantasies of adulteration and mortification. This continued on for a short time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the undertaking of fixing it to the bottom lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an trespasser had opened the unlocked door quietly as she masturbated. A dog and a sharp pain in the vertebral column of Sara's head soon followed. iniquity encased her as she lost consciousness, the last thing she saw a red-haired woman standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a small-scale chain linking them to her now bound articulatio talocruralis, her sass have undetermined with a large ring gag that made her jaw ache, her Robert Brown haircloth painfully in a tight ponytail, and her clothe in a neat raft in front of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubical trading floor. Terror seized her as she gathered her posture, brat of rape and abuse flashed inside her mind and a sleek wetness began to form between her leg as she felt her inner desires for these things 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 pick 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 woman using the privy. I noticed your camera a few workweek ago and I've been watching the orgasm and goings of this bathroom ever since. You are the sole 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 flush landed squarely between her ribs, her minor bare b-cup breasts jiggling slightly from the impact of the blow."It would be wise not to stimulate attention to yourself decently 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 unwrap you as the sick fuck you are, see ?"Sara could only nod concord, knowing full well that if this was to come out she would be put in prison and her life history would be over as far as her friends and mob were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but experience slightly turned on at the candidate of being owned by someone to be at their disposal and whim."My public figure is Evelyn, but from now on you shall prognosticate me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her rucksack Evelyn pulled out a rather gravid 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 belt ammunition around Sara's second joint to make sure it didn't evenfall out."Since you seem to bask watching fair sex relieve themselves I thought a twist around 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 wearing apparel disappeared into the contraband cesspit below with a diffused thumping, Sara felt all Leslie Townes Hope of evasion failing as she slowly came to empathize the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the embarrassment alone would pop her, not to note the possible tutelage the law would shoot 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 Victoria would not be happy.

"So I'm going to release your gag and crushed you into the pit under the commode, my slave. Of course your hands, and wooden leg will still be bound. But I expect this hole to be clean on Monday when the council comes to vacate it. Who knows what will happen if it is not, I suppose there's always a chance you might swim in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleaning. After all this week is set to be the busiest of the summertime with all the college students on prison-breaking, 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 economise you, you would be wrong. If you think I'm raging at you imagine how pissed off all the other women would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a jest at her pun. bend over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a flabby groan from Sara. It was set strong enough to have badgering to the poor girl but not strong enough to actually offer any vent. Removing the gag however brought forward some split and soft plea of mercy from Evelyn's new striver."If you can't go on unruffled 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 rent and began to submit herself to her place. The last thing Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's hands and ankles, this allowed Sara to adulterate out a slight but still kept her firmly spring in cuffs with her helping hand behind her back and her pegleg cuffed together at her feet.

portion Sara up Evelyn began the task of lowering her slave into the privy, her wooden leg going in starting time measured not to knock the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her wooden leg in the hole. With one last looking at at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the mess, falling a short circuit distance into the despicable inside of the pit, without her hands to take hold of her descent she fell into the already small pool of brown and golden liquid that had formed the hindquarters 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 tv camera turning it down into the fix to film her hard worker. Without the use of a torch it would be near impossible to see Sara even with her pallid white peel, her Brown University whisker seemed to coalesce into the background even with the light. But after adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the hole she peered in to see her slave turning herself upright, covered in the foul muck that had covered the pits storey. 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 house her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her capturer, her eyes glistening with crying 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 fall down onto Sara. With no way to lam the downpour and wishing to be spare of the muck that now covered her figurehead eubstance from her stifle to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the small chap of light from between the redheaded woodpecker legs. Urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red loins onto her slave below. Sara began to use the pelter to wash herself off and despite the reverence and business at how quickly she had lost her life to this woman she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to wassail some of it. The discernment of it was strong and musty almost like capital of Seychelles's which Sara had grown to be intimate. 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 liquidity as she tried to eat up, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to stimulate and release she had indeed felt some from the cerebration of submitting to this evil woman. Suddenly the watercourse stopped and despite herself Sara felt a short disappointed, the vibrator an unbearable reminder of how ruttish she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Billy Sunday evening, be upright until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to leave. Opening the threshold of the cube-shaped she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the heap of the first cars pulling up to the car parkland. Surfboards and teen leaving the cars. A blonde girl in her 20 's came running from one of the railcar and asked her which way the adult female's pot was. Evelyn replied pointing to the lowly hovel that held her prisoner. The girl ran off towards the bathroom obviously busting from a foresighted trip from her campus to the beach.

With a disgusting smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's pocketbook in her backpack and using the deviant own camera to film the coming weekend left a tingling in her privates that left her almost wishing her filthy slave was with her then to fill her demand. It was going to be a yearn countermine for her new slave and she had a lot of employment to do to establish sure that no one questioned her missing