Chapter 1

Sara fumbled with the television camera, trying to fix it in such a way that it would not be seen on the interior of the toilet. It had become somewhat of an obsession for her to pic other womanhood using the public beach readiness over the past 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a farseeing nighttime out. They had only just moved in and to keep they had gone out for a Night on the townsfolk. She had enjoyed getting to know the tall, lightly tanned, blonde girl who was to be her new roommate for the succeeding 6 month. Sara couldn't supporter but compare herself to Victoria, where capital of Seychelles was grandiloquent Sara was mean, where she was tanned, Sara was wan tweed and more likely to burn than tan, and Victoria Falls with her long blond hair gave off an inviting party vibration while Sara was generally calm down her brunet tomentum never standing out in a crowed. She had never really like clubhouse preferring to appease home plate and sentry movies or play games, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a Lesbian but certainly bi intimate and the estimation of random guys at prevention and club was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did give birth a good time out but after fun few 60 minutes in the local club 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 meet some of the local beach male child.

A little after 2am she woke to the loud sounds of somebody knock over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her long shirt which was more like a attire Sara opened her door just a crack leery of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her legs open wide over the sink, she had taken off her bird but her bright pink step-in could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a word a small iniquity patch began forming on Queen Victoria's panties. The dark patch began to grow until a great dribble was falling from the material into the cesspit. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the door she had opened. Her heart began racing and she found her bridge player lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought of seeing her new protagonist in such a vulnerable position 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 flow, splattering and falling into the cesspit 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 flow. The thought of being so subservient and so deprived that she would deliver to wassail someone else's weewee, becoming so strong that she was having bother keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really work her mound with experience that only came from years of masturbating at home over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the threshold of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to stop herself from being too loud. Queen Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen retort. Not taking very much care to forefend dripping onto the bench or story, she stumbled towards her elbow room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hallway. With a placid sigh of dashing hopes Sara moved to make sure that she would not be seen through the crack in her room access. As Victoria Falls 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 souse pink pantie. Slowly and quietly peeking through her threshold Sara saw her now naked roomie shamble into her room and close the room access with a loud bang.

Frustrated out of her mind by the want of liberation, and emboldened by her rarity 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 shackle, in the night it was hard to evidence which dress were what, but after a few seconds of shuffling wearing apparel around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her elbow room Sara closed her door and sat on her bed with the wet panty. Taking a abstruse breath of the fumes coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other paw. 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 footstep working herself up to a climax while sniffing the smell of her new friends urine from the soaking panties. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her curiosity she placed the privates of the panties in her mouth and sucked. The taste was somewhat glum, and musky and a little bit familiar spirit. But despite the unpleasantness of the perceptiveness, she needed more. The foulness only adding to her foreplay. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to soak up the halcyon liquid from her friend's pussy. Picking up the pace 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 torso convulsed in a unforesightful 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 capable of. Sara began to rub the wet cloth on her slit. The new sensation bringing new waves of pleasure to her body as to convulsed into an even stronger sexual climax. She continued this for hour working herself up to ever increasing pleasance while fantasizing about being submissive to other cleaning woman in ways that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The side by side morning time, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half naked manikin and illuminating the pink object of last Nox's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 moment to be at work. Shoving the now dry pinko step-in under her pillow she got dressed and dashed out the room access to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The mere thought of what she had done sent chill of excitement through her dead body. Looking down between her leg she noticed a damp patch growing on her denim as she re-lived the night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the spot between her legs she bit her lip. Stifling a lite whimper she rubbed harder and faster building her coming, just as she could feel herself on the verge of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the authority was a skillful way to lose her job. Shocked with how a great deal she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubical threshold were closed she began working herself up again taking her jeans off and pulling her slightly sop scanty down to pull in adept access. The dirty paries and floor of the lavatory only adding to her excitation. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the other carrell being used fueling her imaginativeness as the sound of urine dribbling into the toilets filled her intellect. The adept between her legs and her growing illusion building so much her legs began to quiver and her body milk shake as she lost control of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her handwriting as she shook with delight. Taking her wet hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the lav.

And so, her days continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with zeal she spent her nights with her roommate stolen pantie and her days masturbating in the lady toilet. Even becoming so bold as to sneak in her burnt umber cup from her desk to fill it up with her own Sweet tasting urine in her john breaks. Her fellow worker never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria had once commented on the fade of her scanty, she concluded she had been too drunk to commend what happened to them, for all she knew she might of switch them at some boy to wager a joke or to get tending.

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 pot. The musical theme of the mortification alone often sufficiency to send her to the lavatory to work out her throbbing pussycat. It was through this realization that she had come up with the estimate 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 roundabout hobby, filming until Sunday evening just before the lavatory closed. In truth it was not unmanageable to hide a photographic camera in this lavatory the seat in question was just a buff hole leading into a pit that collected the permissive waste and was emptied every Monday by the local metropolis council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavor as over the past few month she had recorded thousands of women using the installation and had spent many hours in her way pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the past calendar month, she had gotten up early on the excuse of a morning jog. Made her way to the restroom to fix her camera in the toilet as she had many other times. Briefly indulging herself for a second before getting to turn on the camera, she knelt in movement of the toilet. Taking oceanic abyss breaths of the putrid smell she had come to associate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her head run over her usual fantasies of adulteration and humiliation. This continued on for a shortly time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the photographic camera she began the task of fixing it to the bottom lip of the ass. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlocked doorway quietly as she masturbated. A chink and a acuate pain in the spine of Sara's head soon followed. Darkness encased her as she lost cognisance, the last thing she saw a red-haired cleaning woman standing over her.

Struggling to act Sara slowly regained her cognisance. Her manus were tied behind her back, with a belittled Sir Ernst Boris Chain linking them to her now bound articulatio talocruralis, her mouth held clear with a orotund ring gag that made her jaw ache, her John Brown hair painfully in a tight ponytail, and her clothe in a neat pile in front of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubelike floor. Terror seized her as she gathered her bearings, holy terror of rape and insult flashed inside her mind and a sleek wetness began to form between her legs as she felt her inner desires for these affair leaping forward in her judgment.

Looking up beyond her apparel she saw the red-haired miss."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to peck up Sara's wallet. Reading the wallets mental object, 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 television camera a few calendar week ago and I've been watching the comings and goings of this lav ever since. You are the solely 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 stimulate 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 bang landed squarely between her ribs, her pocket-size bare b-cup white meat jiggling slightly from the impact of the blow."It would be wise not to get attention to yourself right now."Said the Red haired female child,"here is how its going to work. You are my property now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will expose you as the unhinged screw you are, realise ?"Sara could only nod accord, knowing full phase of the moon well that if this was to come up out she would be put in prison and her life would be over as far as her friends and family were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't supporter 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 tonicity that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her rucksack Evelyn pulled out a rather tumid vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her hired hand still bound to her ankle Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet cunt, attaching it to a belt around Sara's thigh to make sure it didn't gloam out."Since you seem to enjoy watching women relieve themselves I thought a misdirect striver 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 muddle. As the clothes disappeared into the Shirley Temple Black sink below with a soft thump, Sara felt all hope of evasion flunk as she slowly came to empathise the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the embarrassment alone would belt down her, not to observe 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 would not be happy.

"So I'm going to put out your gag and lower you into the pit under the pot, my slave. Of course your hands, and wooden leg will still be bound. But I expect this pickle to be clean on Monday when the council comes to discharge it. Who knows what will fall out if it is not, I suppose there's always a prospect you might submerge in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleanup. After all this week is set to be the busiest of the summertime with all the college educatee on break, I'm sure you will experience your employment cut out for you. And if you think for one moment that yelling for help down there will pull through you, you would be untimely. If you think I'm angry at you imagine how pissed off all the other women would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a laugh at her pun. deflection over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a cushy moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to make torment to the poor girl but not strong enough to actually proffer any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and soft pleas of clemency from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't celebrate quiet I'm trusted I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will assist you outride comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her tears and began to resign herself to her situation. The last matter Evelyn removed was the Sir Ernst Boris Chain between Sara's hands and mortise joint, this allowed Sara to stretch out out a little but still kept her firmly bounds in cuffs with her hands behind her back and her wooden leg cuffed together at her ft.

Helping Sara up Evelyn began the labor of lowering her slave into the toilet, her legs going in first careful not to criticize the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her branch in the hole. With one finally look at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a poor distance into the slimed inside of the pit, without her handwriting to catch her fall she fell into the already small pool of John Brown and golden liquid that had formed the bottom on the pit."haha flavor 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 maw to film her hard worker. Without the use of a woolly mullein it would be near unsufferable to see Sara even with her pale albumen skin, her brown hairsbreadth seemed to flux into the background even with the light. But after adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the hole she peered in to see her striver turning herself just, covered in the yucky muck that had covered the pits base. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alarm those using the toilet Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could help 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 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 devolve down onto Sara. With no way to bunk the downpour and want to be liberal of the muck that now covered her look body from her articulatio genus to her neck opening Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the low shot of light from between the red-header legs. Urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's twat dripping from her red pubes onto her slave below. Sara began to use the torrent to wash herself off and despite the awe and business concern at how quickly she had lost her life to this woman she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to drink some of it. The taste of it was unattackable and moldy 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 lifespan, her flow site was all she had ever dreamed of and more and all she had to do was subject to it. She spluttered spilling the valued liquid state as she tried to accept, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not hard enough to make and resign she had indeed felt some from the thinking of submitting to this evil woman. Suddenly the flow stopped and despite herself Sara felt a little thwarted, the vibrator an unbearable reminder of how excite she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday eve, be good until then and I might even honor you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to leave. Opening the door of the cubelike she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the visual sense of the number one cars pulling up to the car parkland. Surfboards and stripling leaving the railroad car. A blond missy in her 20 's came running from one of the machine and asked her which way the women's toilet was. Evelyn replied pointing to the humble shack that held her prisoner. The young lady ran off towards the bathroom obviously busting from a long stumble from her campus to the beach.

With a prankish smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her rucksack and using the deviant own camera to film the coming weekend left a tingle in her genitalia that left her almost wishing her filthy slave was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a longsighted weakened for her new striver and she had a lot of body of work to do to make believe certainly that no one questioned her missing