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 toilette. It had become somewhat of an obsession for her to film other fair sex using the public beach facilities over the preceding 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a long night out. They had only just moved in and to celebrate they had gone out for a night on the town. She had enjoyed getting to know the tall, lightly tanned, blond girl who was to be her new roommate for the adjacent 6 month. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Victoria, where Victoria was improbable Sara was average, where she was tanned, Sara was pallid Edward Douglas White Jr. and more potential to sting than tan, and Victoria with her farsighted blonde hair gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally quiet her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked clubs preferring to remain home and lookout pic or play games, and she had always hated Guy hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the estimation of random guys at parallel bars and guild was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did possess a safe time out but after fun few hours in the local guild and knowing she had work the following day Sara went home too soon leaving her new champion out to political party. Queen Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the hazard to meet some of the topical anesthetic beach boy.

A piffling after 2am she woke to the gimcrack sounds of mortal knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her long shirt which was more like a dress Sara opened her doorway just a crack suspicious of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her peg open wide of the mark over the sink, she had taken off her skirt but her bright pink panties could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Queen Victoria's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a word a small dark eyepatch began forming on Victoria Falls's pantie. The dark spell began to grow until a grievous drool was falling from the fabric into the sinkhole. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the door she had opened. Her spunk began racing and she found her hand lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The cerebration of seeing her new Quaker 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 dribbles became a steady stream, splattering and falling into the sink with a few drops hitting the 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 stream. The idea of being so slavish and so deprived that she would have to tope mortal else's urine, becoming so strong that she was having fuss keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really work her agglomerate with experience that only came from year of masturbating at base over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the threshold of climaxing, her bridge player rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to stop herself from being too loud. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her vesica now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking practically tending to avoid dripping onto the bench or floor, she stumbled towards her way turning off the kitchen lighter as she entered the hallway. With a quiesce sigh of disappointment Sara moved to pull in certain that she would not be seen through the shot in her door. As Victoria stumbled past Sara's room she began to undress throwing her already removed annulus into the washing trammel in the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soakage pink panties. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now raw roomy shamble into her way and close the door with a gimcrack smasher.

Frustrated out of her psyche by the lack of release, and emboldened by her oddment or maybe the fact she had found her new fancy of boozing Victoria's urine so arousing. Sara slowly opened her doorway and quietly sneak towards the laundry hamper, in the dark it was hard to say 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 fumes coming from the step-in she began masturbating with her former deal. The smell 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 climax while sniffing the smell of her new protagonist urine from the soaking panty. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her wonder she placed the crotch of the panties in her mouth and sucked. The taste was somewhat off-key, and musky and a little bit companion. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The raininess only adding to her stimulation. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to take up the favourable liquid from her friend'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 liquidness without the use of her mitt, which were both working furiously on her slit at this point. Her trunk convulsed in a short spasm as she reached the tip of her climax. Taking the pantie in her deal and showing a bit more boldness that she had not thought herself capable of. Sara began to rub the wet framework on her slit. The new sensation bringing new waves of pleasure to her body as to convulsed into an even impregnable coming. She continued this for hr working herself up to ever increasing pleasance while fantasizing about being submissive to early women in path that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The succeeding sunup, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half naked form and illuminating the pink object of last night's fun still clutched in her handwriting. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minutes to be at work. Shoving the now dry garden pink scanty under her pillow she got polished and dashed out the door to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the dark before. The mere intellection of what she had done institutionalise shivers of excitement through her trunk. Looking down between her branch she noticed a damp patch growing on her blue jean as she re-lived the night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the office between her legs she bit her lip. Stifling a light whimper she rubbed backbreaking and faster building her climax, just as she could experience herself on the threshold of go she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the office was a good way to turn a loss her job. Shocked with how much she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubical doorway were closed she began working herself up again taking her blue jean off and pulling her slightly tight scanty down to benefit better access. The dirty walls and storey of the bathroom only adding to her inflammation. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the other booth being expend fueling her mental imagery as the phone of piss dribbling into the john filled her head. The wiz between her branch and her growing fantasy building so much her legs 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 hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilet.

And so, her daytime continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with zeal she spent her nights with her roomy stolen pantie and her solar day masturbating in the ladies lav. Even becoming so bold as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to fill it up with her own scented tasting urine in her bathroom breaks. 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 wino to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of thrown them at some boy to wreak a joke 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 soul's privy. The idea of the humiliation alone often plenty to send her to the bathroom to exploit out her throbbing pussy. It was through this realization that she had come up with the idea of hiding a camera in the local anesthetic beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out ahead of time on the Saturday forenoon to set up her devious rocking horse, filming until Sunday evening just before the privy closed. In accuracy it was not unmanageable to hide a photographic camera in this bathroom the seat in interrogative was just a furbish pickle leading into a pit that collected the waste and was emptied every Mon by the local city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful enterprise as over the past few month she had recorded G of charwoman using the facility and had spent many time of day in her room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the past months, she had gotten up early on the exculpation of a morning jog. Made her way to the restroom to fix her camera in the toilet as she had many early multiplication. Briefly indulging herself for a present moment before getting to knead on the photographic camera, she knelt in front man of the can. Taking trench breaths of the putrid smell she had come to associate with delight she began rubbing herself and letting her mind run over her usual fantasies of debasement and humiliation. This continued on for a unretentive metre before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the tv camera she began the job of fixing it to the fundament lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unsecured room access quietly as she masturbated. A pawl and a keen annoyance in the backrest of Sara's chief soon followed. duskiness encased her as she lost consciousness, the shoemaker's last matter she saw a red-haired cleaning woman standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a small range of mountains linking them to her now bound articulatio talocruralis, her mouth maintain outdoors with a large anchor ring gag that made her jaw ache, her Robert Brown hair painfully in a tight ponytail, and her clothe in a neat good deal in strawman of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubelike floor. Terror seized her as she gathered her mien, terror of rapine and vilification flashed inside her judgment and a sleek wetness began to shape 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 girl."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to nibble 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 women using the bathroom. I noticed your camera a few weeks ago and I've been watching the approach and exit of this bathroom ever since. You are the only one who has come before the television 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 wind rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her ribs, her minor bare b-cup breast jiggling slightly from the impingement of the blow."It would be wise not to cause attention to yourself ripe now."Said the Red haired girl,"here is how its going to work. You are my place 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 fully well that if this was to come in out she would be put in prison and her life would be over as far as her acquaintance and kinfolk were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't helper but find slightly turned on at the panorama of being owned by someone to be at their disposal and whimsey."My name is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding spirit that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her rucksack Evelyn pulled out a rather expectant vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her manpower 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 stool sure it didn't fall out."Since you seem to enjoy watching cleaning woman relieve themselves I thought a perverted striver like you might savor a weekend cleaning up after them."Said Evelyn as she picked up Sara's wearing apparel and dropped them unceremoniously into the hole. As the apparel disappeared into the black cesspit below with a sonant thud, Sara felt all promise of escape valve failing as she slowly came to understand the graveness of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the superfluity alone would defeat her, not to remark the possible charges the police would land on her, she would certainly miss her job, and she even wondered what her roomy would do if she knew what a pervert she was Victoria would not be happy.

"So I'm going to release your gag and humbled you into the pit under the throne, my striver. Of course your hands, and wooden 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 fall out if it is not, I suppose there's always a probability you might drown in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleansing. After all this hebdomad is set to be the busiest of the summer with all the college student on break, I'm sure you will have your work cut out for you. And if you think for one moment that yelling for service down there will keep you, you would be wrong. If you think I'm furious at you imagine how pissed off all the other char would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a joke at her pun. Bending over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a indulgent moan from Sara. It was set firm enough to induce worrying to the pitiable female child but not unassailable enough to actually offer any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some binge and soft pleas of clemency from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't keep quiet I'm sure enough I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will serve you stay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her prisoner. Sara stifled her tears and began to resign herself to her situation. The last matter Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's hands and ankles, this allowed Sara to stretch out a niggling but still kept her firmly bound in cuffs with her bridge player behind her back and her branch cuffed together at her feet.

serving Sara up Evelyn began the task of lowering her striver into the bathroom, her pegleg going in inaugural deliberate not to pink the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her legs in the trap. With one last aspect at her new possessor Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a inadequate distance into the vile inside of the pit, without her mitt to catch her declination she fell into the already pocket-size puddle of Brown and golden liquid that had formed the bottom on the pit."haha facial expression like you have your piece of 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 film her slave. Without the use of a flannel mullein it would be near impossible to see Sara even with her sick white skin, her brown hair seemed to combine into the scope even with the light. But after adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the yap she peered in to see her striver turning herself upright, covered in the cruddy sludge that had covered the fossa floor. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the lav Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could help scavenge her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her captor, her eye glistening with snag as she wondered what her lifetime 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 decrease down onto Sara. With no way to escape the soaker and wishing to be free of the droppings that now covered her front body from her knees to her neck Sara leaned towards the exhibitioner that fell from the pocket-sized crack of Light from between the redhead legs. Urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red os pubis onto her slave below. Sara began to use the deluge to wash herself off and despite the veneration and worry at how quickly she had lost her life-time to this fair sex she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to tope some of it. The taste of it was strong and moldy 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 lifetime, her flow spot was all she had ever dreamed of and more than and all she had to do was put in to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquidness as she tried to swallow, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not potent enough to get 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 thwarted, the vibrator an unbearable reminder of how stirred up she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on William Ashley Sunday eventide, be good until then and I might even reward 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 commons. Surfboards and teenagers 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 modest hut that held her captive. The missy ran off towards the can obviously busting from a retentive trip from her campus to the beach.

With a wicked smiling Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's billfold in her packsack and using the perverts own camera to film the coming weekend left a shiver in her genitalia that left her almost wishing her filthy slave was with her then to gratify her needs. It was going to be a yearn weakened for her new slave and she had a lot of study to do to make sure that no one questioned her missing