"Don't let us interrupt you…"

A woman's voice; kind and amused.

Claire was shocked into movement. She was lying in the back of the now stationary vehicle, the doors now wide open. She'd been so lost in frigging herself she'd lost track and not noticed when the van stopped and the doors opened. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the light that shone from behind the woman.

"Come on, you must be cold," and she took the leather handle on the other end of the chain that connected to Claire's collar.

Shivering, teeth chattering, Claire scrambled pulled her hands from between her thighs, scrambled out of the van and followed. The woman was dressed in black jeans and a dark green jacket, black heeled boots clicked on the flagstone floor of the house. The rooms were dark, dimly lit, but it seemed warm and welcoming somehow. Finally, they entered a living room with a fire burning brightly.

The woman gestured to a mattress that lay on the floor in front of the fire and Claire gratefully lowered herself onto it, as close as she could bear to the roaring flames. As she settled herself, the woman locked the chain to a sturdy looking ring, and left the room.

Moments later the man returned and placed a tray with a bowl of vegetable soup and some bread next to her. He wore dark jeans and a black shirt, cuffs rolled to his elbows and chest hair showing through the open neck. His beard was streaked with grey, and his dark eyes looked straight into hers. Despite, or perhaps because of the situation, she found him very attractive.

He settled down into a sofa and watched her, “You should eat, it’s been a long day.”

Claire shifted on her mattress, trying to hide her body while finding a comfortable way to eat. She glanced up at him as she took a sip of the delicious soup, and he smiled warmly at her. He seemed to be enjoying her discomfort.

The woman joined them, handing him a large glass of red wine and an iPad, then settling next to him, now wearing a soft, chunky sweater over her jeans. The two of them looked like a perfectly normal couple, not the sort of people to kidnap women in the night.

Claire felt even more uncomfortable eating naked in front of them both, but her first taste of the soup had highlighted just how hungry she was, and she soon emptied the bowl and ate every crumb of bread.

Once she’d finished her food, Claire felt a little more at ease. The warmth of the fire had taken the chill from her bones and the little bed was extremely comfortable.

The woman spoke, “I hope you’ll forgive our rather dramatic introduction, but when we only have you for a week we don’t want to waste any time. We’ve reviewed all your survey answers in detail and had a lot of fun together over Christmas exploring your browser history.”

Claire felt herself blush deeply, but the woman went on.

“You signed up for a course about feminism and sexuality. Do you consider yourself a feminist?”

“Absolutely!” Claire surprised herself with the vehemence in her voice.

“Good. I like your confidence. Yet some of your survey questions indicate you have a problem reconciling that with your porn habits…”

“Oh god, well yes I… well, I don’t think, um… I’m working on that. It’s just fantasies, isn’t it?”

“I’ve done a lot of the things in your search history; I’ve been fucked my multiple men and sucked more cocks in one night than I could remember later; does that make me less of a feminist?”

“Er, well… not if you wanted to do it, I suppose?” Claire managed. She was a little taken aback about how openly this woman admitted to the things she’d only ever fantasised about in her own head.

“Would you like to watch a video?” The woman asked with a grin. “Never mind, of course you would. We’ve seen your search history.”

The woman clicked a remote, and a television came to life in the corner. The screen showed a grid of folders, most with names of women. Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth? Her boss Elizabeth? Fuck.

The woman clicked on a folder marked V, then selected a video from the many options. Claire got a quick look at the thumbnail previews, but couldn't make out much other than a lot of dark scenes and bare skin.

The screen faded from black, to show a woman being led on a rose gold coloured leash, climbing onto a bench and spanked on the back of each thigh. The man leading her then pushes his cock first into her pussy, then squeezes into her ass before stepping back into a crowd of people.

Then Claire realises who she's looking at, looking up at the couple who grin down at her. It's them, surrounded by others. The scene looks familiar, like she's seen the same set in some of the hundreds of similar videos she's frigged desperately to.

She looks back at the screen, and the woman is sucking on a cock pushed deep into her mouth, while hands explore and play with her body. Claire moaned a little, involuntarily, then looked up at her hosts.

The woman had her head in his lap, sucking deep on his cock in just the same way as she did on screen.

The man spoke, "Why don't you finish what you started in the van? We know you like to watch this sort of filth…"

Claire scrambled onto her back, finding a position where she could see the TV and the couple on the sofa, as well as being able to get her legs straight in the position she needed to cum.

The scene on the screen was growing increasingly debaucherous, the woman always the centre of attention but an ever-changing group of people coming into view to fuck her holes or push her face into theirs. She looked totally lost in the moment and Claire ached with jealousy as her own fingers found a rhythm on her own clit.

She was lost in the film, forgetting her own surroundings until she felt pressure on her chest. She looked down and gasped, moaned in shock and excitement to see the man's bare feet resting on her chest. She registered the woman's head bobbing up and down before returning her gaze to the screen.

She watched unblinking as the woman took cocks in her pussy and ass at the same time, and opened her mouth greedily as cum painted her face.

Then suddenly the couple were both on their feet, standing over her. Claire's mouth opened in shock.

"Perform for us," commanded the man.

"Yesss, cum hard you greedy girl," said the woman.

"Fuckkkkk," managed Claire in response, eyes wide as saucers, thighs and calves tense and her toes wiggling on the mattress.

Then she was there, the orgasm rising in her clit and spreading up through her core and out across her hips. She felt her body bucking and twitching, out of control as the intensity rippled through her.

She vaguely felt a blanket being gently placed on top of her, and a bottle of water placed next to her, and briefly wondered about her clothes and phone and suitcase, but pushed the concerns away as she fell deeply asleep.