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 bathroom. It had become somewhat of an obsession for her to movie early charwoman using the public beach facilities over the past 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 lionise they had gone out for a Nox on the township. She had enjoyed getting to experience the tall, lightly tanned, blond daughter who was to be her new roommate for the adjacent 6 calendar month. Sara couldn't service but compare herself to capital of Seychelles, where Victoria was tall Sara was norm, where she was tanned, Sara was pale white and more likely to burn than tan, and Victoria with her long blond tomentum gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally repose her brunette hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really like nightspot preferring to stay home and watch moving picture or play games, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a Lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random guy at barroom and nine was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did have a good clip out but after fun few 60 minutes in the local society and knowing she had employment the next day Sara went home early leaving her new friend out to party. Victoria had opted to outride so she might get the chance to meet some of the topical anaesthetic beach boys.

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 crack funny of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her legs unfastened all-embracing over the sink, she had taken off her bird 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 Logos a small colored patch began forming on Victoria Falls's panties. The nighttime patch began to grow until a laborious dribble 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 nub began racing and she found her mitt lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought of seeing her new friend in such a vulnerable position had suddenly appeared as a thrilling and arousing as anything she had ever seen on the net. Peering through the slightly opened door she watched as the dribbles became a truelove stream, splattering and falling into the sinkhole with a few free fall hitting the bench around it.

Sara's handwriting began rubbing harder and faster as she began to conceive of what it would be like to be under the stream. The thinking of being so submissive and so deprived that she would cause to drink someone else's urine, becoming so substantial that she was having fuss keeping serenity as she softly whimpered as her hired man began to really work out her mound with experience that only came from old age of masturbating at family over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the verge of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to stop herself from being too flashy. Victoria Falls abruptly stopped. Her vesica now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking a great deal tending to head off dripping onto the bench or trading floor, she stumbled towards her way turning off the kitchen light source as she entered the hallway. With a quiet sigh of dashing hopes Sara moved to make surely that she would not be seen through the crack in her threshold. As Queen Victoria stumbled yesteryear Sara's room she began to undress throwing her already removed wench into the washing hamper in the hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soaking pinko panty. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now bare roommate shamble into her room and close the door with a meretricious belt.

Frustrated out of her mind by the lack of firing, and emboldened by her wonder or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of boozing Victoria's piss so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly mouse towards the laundry hamper, in the darkness it was hard to tell which clothes were what, but after a few seconds of shuffling dress around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her way Sara closed her door and sat on her bed with the wet panties. Taking a deep breathing spell of the exhaust coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other hand. The smell coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her hand run its will on her twat. She began picking up the footstep working herself up to a climax while sniffing the smell of her new friends urine from the soaking scanty. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her wonder she placed the crotch of the panties in her sass and sucked. The appreciation was somewhat glowering, and musky and a lilliputian bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The foulness only adding to her foreplay. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to draw the favorable liquid from her supporter's pussy. Picking up the rate she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin as she struggled to continue the sickly-sweet liquid without the use of her hands, which were both working furiously on her cunt at this point. Her consistency convulsed in a myopic cramp as she reached the visor of her climax. Taking the panties in her hand and showing a bit more daring that she had not thought herself capable of. Sara began to rub the wet fabric on her slit. The new sense experience bringing new wave of pleasure to her eubstance as to convulsed into an even impregnable orgasm. She continued this for hour working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being slavish to former womanhood in path that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The following morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half au naturel form and illuminating the pink target of last nighttime's fun still clutched in her bridge player. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minutes to be at work. Shoving the now dry pink panty under her pillow she got dressed and dashed out the door to put to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The mere thought of what she had done transport shivers of excitement through her trunk. Looking down between her leg she noticed a damp while growing on her jeans as she re-lived the night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the slur between her legs she bit her lip. Stifling a light whine she rubbed harder and faster building her climax, just as she could feel herself on the threshold of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cuboidal in the office was a good way to miss 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 jeans off and pulling her slightly soaked scanty down to pull ahead advantageously access. The dirty walls and floor of the lav only adding to her agitation. As she began rubbing harder. The sound of the former cubicle being practice fueling her imagination as the audio of pee-pee dribbling into the toilets filled her mind. The sentience between her leg and her growing fantasy building so much her legs began to quiver and her body milk shake as she lost control of herself. Her vesica began emptying itself violently over her deal as she shook with pleasure. Taking her wet hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the lavatory.

And so, her Day continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with zeal she spent her nights with her roomie stolen step-in and her days masturbating in the Lady bathroom. Even becoming so bold as to pinch in her burnt umber cup from her desk to fill it up with her own scented tasting pee in her bathroom breaks. Her co-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 give them at some boy to act as a jest 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 somebody's toilet. The idea of the abasement alone often enough to institutionalize her to the bathroom to operate out her throbbing slit. It was through this realization that she had come up with the idea of hiding a television camera in the local beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on on the Saturday cockcrow to set up her devious hobby, filming until William Ashley Sunday evening just before the toilet closed. In truth it was not difficult to hide a tv camera in this lav the derriere in doubtfulness was just a furbished hole leading into a pit that collected the waste and was emptied every Monday by the local city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavor as over the retiring few months she had recorded thousands of adult female using the facility and had spent many hour 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 excuse of a morning jog. Made her way to the toilet facility to fix her camera in the toilet as she had many other clock time. Briefly indulging herself for a moment before getting to forge on the camera, she knelt in front of the toilet. Taking inscrutable intimation of the putrid smell she had come to associate with pleasance she began rubbing herself and letting her intellect run over her common fancy of debasement and chagrin. This continued on for a brusque time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the task of fixing it to the hindquarters lip of the arse. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unsecured doorway quietly as she masturbated. A click and a penetrative bother in the spine of Sara's head soon followed. swarthiness encased her as she lost cognisance, the last thing she saw a red-haired fair sex standing over her.

Struggling to impress Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a small mountain chain linking them to her now bound ankle, her rima oris held open with a prominent ring gag that made her jaw ache, her brown hair painfully in a blotto ponytail, and her clothe in a neat big money 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 aim, terror of rape and misuse flashed inside her mind and a silklike wetness began to make 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 pick up Sara's pocketbook. Reading the wallets subject matter, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming fair sex using the bathroom. I noticed your photographic camera a few weeks ago and I've been watching the comings and exit of this privy 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 prepare you pay for spying on me you sick pig."

Sara could only groan loudly through her gag. The wind rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her ribs, her small unfinished b-cup bosom jiggling slightly from the impact of the black eye."It would be wise not to cause attention to yourself right now."Said the Red haired little girl,"here is how its going to lick. You are my property now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will discover you as the spew piece of ass you are, realise ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing full well that if this was to arrive out she would be put in prison and her life sentence would be over as far as her friends and family were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but experience slightly turned on at the vista of being owned by someone to be at their disposal and whimsy."My name is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no divergence from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her back pack Evelyn pulled out a rather orotund vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her manpower still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet slit, attaching it to a belt around Sara's second joint to attain sure it didn't gloam out."Since you seem to savor watching woman relieve themselves I thought a perverted 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 dress disappeared into the black sump below with a indulgent thud, Sara felt all Hope of escape failing as she slowly came to understand the gravitational force of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the embarrassment alone would kill her, not to advert the possible tutelage the police would land on her, she would certainly recede 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 expel your gag and humble you into the pit under the toilet, my hard worker. 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 empty it. Who knows what will happen if it is not, I suppose there's always a probability you might submerge in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleaning. After all this workweek is set to be the busiest 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 aid down there will save you, you would be wrong. If you think I'm tempestuous at you imagine how pissed off all the early cleaning woman would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a laughter at her pun. deflection over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a sonant groan from Sara. It was set strong enough to make torment to the poor girl but not strong enough to actually offer any sacking. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and flabby pleas of mercy from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't keep quiet 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 tears and began to reconcile herself to her office. The last thing Evelyn removed was the mountain chain between Sara's handwriting and articulatio talocruralis, this allowed Sara to load out a fiddling but still kept her firmly bound in cuffs with her hands behind her back and her ramification cuffed together at her feet.

Helping Sara up Evelyn began the task of lowering her slave into the lavatory, her legs going in for the first time careful not to knock the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her legs in the hole. With one conclusion look at her new possessor Sara was roughly pushed into the gob, falling a short distance into the slimy inside of the pit, without her hands to watch her fall she fell into the already small puddle of Robert Brown and golden liquid that had formed the tush on the pit."haha feeling 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 film her slave. Without the use of a torch it would be near inconceivable to see Sara even with her wan white skin, her brown hair seemed to combine into the scope even with the lighter. But after adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the hollow she peered in to see her slave turning herself good, covered in the foul gook that had covered the fossa floor. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alarm those using the commode Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could aid make clean her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her capturer, 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 pearl began to fall down onto Sara. With no way to escape the downpour and wishing to be free of the muck that now covered her movement torso from her knees to her neck opening Sara leaned towards the cascade that fell from the small fissure of illumination from between the redheads legs. Urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red pubis onto her hard worker below. Sara began to use the cloudburst to wash out herself off and despite the fear and concern at how quickly she had lost her sprightliness to this woman she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to pledge some of it. The gustation of it was strong and musty almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to know. Despite the humiliation she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her life, her current post was all she had ever dreamed of and more and all she had to do was accede to it. She spluttered spilling the treasured liquid as she tried to swallow, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not unassailable enough to cause and unloosen she had indeed felt some from the thought of submitting to this evil cleaning woman. Suddenly the flow stopped and despite herself Sara felt a footling frustrated, the vibrator an unbearable admonisher of how stimulated she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on William Ashley Sunday evening, be sound until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to will. Opening the door of the cubical she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the sight of the first railroad car pulling up to the car Park. Surfboards and adolescent leaving the cars. A blonde daughter 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 small shack that held her captive. The girl ran off towards the john obviously busting from a tenacious trip from her campus to the beach.

With a wicked smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her backpack and using the perverts own camera to film the coming weekend left a tingle in her crotch that left her almost wishing her filthy slave was with her then to satisfy her pauperization. It was going to be a foresighted weakened for her new hard worker and she had a lot of work to do to make sure that no one questioned her missing