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 other charwoman using the world beach deftness over the past 3 month.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a hanker night out. They had only just moved in and to keep they had gone out for a night on the townspeople. She had enjoyed getting to get it on the tall, lightly tanned, blonde girl who was to be her new roommate for the next 6 month. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Victoria, where Victoria was tall Sara was average, where she was tanned, Sara was pale white and more likely to glow than tan, and Queen Victoria with her foresightful blond pilus gave off an inviting party vibration while Sara was generally quiet her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really care nine preferring to stay nursing home and watch movie or play games, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a sapphic but certainly bi intimate and the estimate of random guys at bars and clubs was just a tour off for Sara. Despite all this she did accept a good metre out but after fun few hours in the topical anesthetic nine and knowing she had work the side by side day Sara went home early on leaving her new Quaker out to company. Victoria had opted to quell so she might get the prospect to conform to some of the local anaesthetic beach boy.

A little after 2am she woke to the loud 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 threshold just a quip suspicious of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her peg receptive wide of the mark over the sink, she had taken off her skirt but her smart garden pink panty could be distinctly seen as they stood out against capital of Seychelles's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a word a humble dark patch began forming on Victoria's panties. The dark maculation began to grow until a big slobber was falling from the fabric into the sink. 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 view of seeing her new friend in such a vulnerable place had suddenly appeared as a thrilling and arousing as anything she had ever seen on the internet. Peering through the slightly opened doorway she watched as the drivel became a steady current, splattering and falling into the sink with a few driblet hitting the work bench around it.

Sara's manus 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 submissive and so deprived that she would have to salute someone else's pee, becoming so impregnable that she was having trouble keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really act upon her mound with experience that only came from year of masturbating at home base over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the brink of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to stop over herself from being too meretricious. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking much guardianship to void dripping onto the bench or floor, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hallway. With a quiet sigh of disappointment Sara moved to stimulate sure that she would not be seen through the crack in her doorway. As Victoria stumbled past Sara's elbow 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 door Sara saw her now naked roommate shamble into her room and close the door with a loud bang.

Frustrated out of her mind by the want of waiver, and emboldened by her rarity or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of boozing Queen Victoria's piss so arousing. Sara slowly opened her room access and quietly crept towards the washing hamper, in the dark it was heavy to recount which wearing apparel were what, but after a few seconds of shuffling clothes around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her way Sara closed her door and sat on her bed with the wet step-in. Taking a mysterious breath of the fumes coming from the step-in she began masturbating with her other hired man. The smell coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her script run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the tempo working herself up to a coming while sniffing the flavour of her new protagonist urine from the soaking panty. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfil her wonder she placed the crotch of the step-in in her mouth and sucked. The taste was somewhat off-key, and musky and a little bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the discernment, she needed more. The malodorousness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself leaping and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck the fortunate liquidity from her friend's pussy. Picking up the footstep she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her oral fissure and down her chin 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 point. Her body convulsed in a short muscle spasm as she reached the peak of her climax. Taking the step-in in her hand and showing a bit more dare that she had not thought herself subject of. Sara began to rub the wet framework on her slit. The new sensation bringing new waving of pleasance to her body as to convulsed into an even stronger orgasm. She continued this for hours working herself up to ever increasing delight while fantasizing about being submissive to other women in ways that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The next dawn, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half naked form and illuminating the pink object of survive Nox's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minutes to be at workplace. Shoving the now dry pink panties under her rest she got garbed and dashed out the door to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the nighttime before. The mere thought of what she had done direct frisson of agitation through her body. Looking down between her stage 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 stage she bit her lip. Stifling a light whimper she rubbed harder and faster building her climax, just as she could feel herself on the threshold of hug drug she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the business office was a in force way to lose her job. Shocked with how much she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cube-shaped door were closed she began working herself up again taking her dungaree off and pulling her slightly overcharge panties down to gain intimately access code. The dirty bulwark and floor of the bathroom only adding to her excitement. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the other carrell being used fueling her imagination as the sound of piss dribbling into the throne filled her mind. The sensations between her pegleg and her growing fantasy building so much her pegleg began to quiver and her body milk shake as she lost control of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hand as she shook with joy. Taking her wet script Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilet.

And so, her days continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with ardor she spent her nights with her roomie stolen panty and her twenty-four hour period masturbating in the lady bathroom. Even becoming so bold face as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to fill it up with her own odoriferous tasting water in her lav shift. Her workfellow never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria had once commented on the disappearing of her scanty, she concluded she had been too drunk to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of thrown them at some boy to diddle a jocularity 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 mortal's toilet. The idea of the mortification alone often enough to send her to the can to make for out her throbbing pussycat. It was through this realisation that she had come up with the idea of hiding a photographic camera in the local beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on the Saturday dayspring to set up her devious by-line, filming until Sunday evening just before the commode closed. In truth it was not difficult to obscure a camera in this bathroom the hind end in question was just a burnish hollow leading into a pit that collected the waste and was emptied every Monday by the topical anaesthetic city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavour as over the past few months she had recorded grand of women using the facility and had spent many hours in her way pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the past tense calendar month, she had gotten up early on the alibi of a morning jog. Made her way to the restroom to fix her tv camera in the can as she had many other clip. Briefly indulging herself for a moment before getting to operate on the photographic camera, she knelt in front of the commode. Taking deep breaths of the putrid smell she had come to tie in with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her judgment run over her common fantasies of degradation and chagrin. This continued on for a short-change sentence before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the television camera she began the project of fixing it to the bottom lip of the hindquarters. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlocked door quietly as she masturbated. A click and a sharp pain in the back of Sara's head soon followed. shadow encased her as she lost cognizance, the last affair she saw a red-haired adult female standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a small string linking them to her now bound mortise joint, her utter obtain afford with a large ring gag that made her jaw ache, her brown hair painfully in a squiffy ponytail, and her clothe in a neat pile in presence of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubical floor. Terror seized her as she gathered her bearings, terror of rape and abuse flashed inside her mind and a sleek wetness began to work between her legs as she felt her inner desires for these things leaping forward in her mind.

Looking up beyond her dress 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 notecase contents, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one motion-picture photography women using the bathroom. I noticed your photographic camera a few hebdomad ago and I've been watching the comings and goings of this privy ever since. You are the entirely 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 kick landed squarely between her ribs, her small bare b-cup breasts 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 prop now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will expose you as the sick fuck you are, understand ?"Sara could only nod arrangement, knowing entire well that if this was to come out she would be put in prison and her biography would be over as far as her friends and phratry were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't service but find slightly turned on at the prospect of being owned by someone to be at their administration and notion."My name is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call 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 manpower still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet cunt, attaching it to a belt around Sara's thigh to make sure as shooting it didn't drop out."Since you seem to enjoy watching cleaning woman relieve themselves I thought a perverted slave like you might bask a weekend cleaning up after them."Said Evelyn as she picked up Sara's clothes and dropped them unceremoniously into the hole. As the clothes disappeared into the total darkness cesspit below with a flaccid clunk, Sara felt all hope of evasion flunk as she slowly came to realize the sombreness of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the embarrassment alone would kill her, not to note the possible heraldic bearing the police would shore on her, she would certainly lose her job, and she even wondered what her roommate would do if she knew what a degenerate she was Victoria would not be happy.

"So I'm going to release your gag and turn down you into the pit under the toilet, my hard worker. Of course your hands, and legs will still be bound. But I expect this pickle to be clean on Monday when the council comes to empty it. Who knows what will encounter if it is not, I suppose there's always a prospect you might overwhelm in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleansing. After all this week is set to be the busiest of the summer with all the college pupil on break, I'm sure you will accept your oeuvre cut out for you. And if you think for one second that yelling for service down there will write you, you would be incorrectly. If you think I'm furious 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. bending over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a soft moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to induce torment to the poor girl but not strong enough to actually propose any acquittance. Removing the gag however brought forward some snag and flabby supplication 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 help you appease comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her rip and began to reconcile herself to her situation. The last thing Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's hands and ankle joint, this allowed Sara to stretch out a minuscule but still kept her firmly bounce in cuffs with her hands behind her back and her branch cuffed together at her animal foot.

Helping Sara up Evelyn began the task of lowering her striver into the toilet, her stage going in showtime thrifty not to knock the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her legs in the hole. With one last look at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a poor length into the slimed inside of the pit, without her hands to catch her evenfall she fell into the already belittled pool of Robert Brown and halcyon liquid that had formed the can on the pit."haha looking at like you have your workplace 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 torch it would be near impossible to see Sara even with her pale white skin, her Brown haircloth seemed to combine into the background even with the light. But after adjusting her eye to the duskiness of the pickle she peered in to see her break one's back turning herself upright, covered in the foul muck that had covered the stone pit floor. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alarm those using the potty Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could avail 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 stinkiness 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 wishing to be disembarrass of the sludge that now covered her nominal head body from her knee to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the small crack of light from between the redheads legs. Urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red pubes onto her striver below. Sara began to use the deluge to wash herself off and despite the fear and concern at how quickly she had lost her life sentence to this adult female she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to drink some of it. The gustatory sensation of it was strong and fusty almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to fuck. Despite the mortification 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 state to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquid as she tried to swallow, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to get and unloosen she had indeed felt some from the thought of submitting to this evil woman. Suddenly the flow stopped and despite herself Sara felt a trivial disappoint, the vibrator an unbearable reminder of how stimulated she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday eventide, be unspoilt until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to pull up stakes. Opening the door of the cubical she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the sight of the get-go cars pulling up to the car parkland. Surfboards and teenager leaving the cars. A blond girl in her 20 's came running from one of the gondola and asked her which way the cleaning woman's toilet was. Evelyn replied pointing to the modest hutch that held her captive. The lady friend ran off towards the john obviously busting from a tenacious head trip from her campus to the beach.

With a wicked smiling Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's notecase in her backpack and using the degenerate own camera to motion picture the coming weekend left a chill in her crotch that left her almost wishing her cruddy hard worker was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a long weakened for her new slave and she had a lot of study to do to seduce sure that no one questioned her missing