After breakfast Claire’s hosts suggested she might like to shower. She eagerly agreed, and her new leather collar was removed before was pushed out onto the exposed deck and the glass door was closed firmly behind her. The cold January air instantly raised goosebumps all over her pale skin, and she felt an ache as her nipples puckered hard.

She would be visible for miles, if anyone cared to look in her direction, and she looked around for help.

There was a shelf next to the door, with her soap, shampoo and conditioner, and her toothbrush and toothpaste arranged neatly next to them. They’d been through her bag, she realised.

She looked around, wondering how she was supposed to wash without water, when the shower head above the door erupted with icy cold water. She waited with her fingertips in the edge of the flow for it to warm up, and looked pleadingly through the glass at V and Tom, now settled comfortably with another cup of coffee.

The water didn’t warm up, if anything it ran colder as she realised it wasn’t going to get warm at all. Hesitantly, Claire picked up her shampoo and ducked her head briefly into the powerful flow of water, shuddering as it ran down her spine and somehow made the goosebumps even more pronounced.

Shivering, teeth chattering, she washed and scrubbed her hair and body, while the eyes of her captors roamed her naked body. She even turned her back as she bent over, to playfully offer them the view of her ass.

Then she was done, the water was switched off and hoping they’d take pity and offer her a warm towel to take the aching chill out of her body.

Sir mimed brushing his teeth at her, pointing towards her brush, and she quickly squeezed out and began brushing.

Dancing on her toes off the cold, soaking deck she brushed thoroughly, for some reason wanting to impress these people with her hygiene.

Finally her toothbrush buzzed the end of two minutes and she placed it down back on the shelf. The man approached the door, and stood looking at her with a huge fluffy white towel in his hands. Claire ached for the warmth of the fabric wrapped around her.

He pointed down, indicating she should kneel. Claire blushed at the humiliation, but the cold had made her compliant and she dropped to her knees and looked up pleadingly.

Satisfied, Tom opened the door and bent to wrap the towel around her shoulders. He lifted her to her feet and wrapped another towel around her head, then scooped her up and carried her back through the kitchen to her mattress in front of the fire.

He dried her carefully, rubbing her body vigorously as the feeling and colour came back to her skin. Claire felt pathetically grateful and taken care of.

V entered the room, pulled her to her feet and had her stand with her legs apart. Her soft fingers applied lotion to every inch of Claire’s body, from her neck to her toes with particular attention to her labia and breasts. Claire tried not to hump the air as she did, not entirely successfully.

Then the towel was taken away, her collar returned to her neck and they were gone. On her mattress lay a book, Invisible Women by Caroline Criado Perez. In the absence of her phone or any other entertainment, Claire settled herself in front of the fire and started to read.

With no distractions, Claire soon got lost in the book, her outrage and resentment of a male dominated world growing as the relatable examples piled up in her head.

She was a third of the way through the book when he walked in. She’d found a comfortable position on her side where the chain didn’t chafe or pull, and she’d become very used to the heavy comfort of the collar. She didn’t like to admit even to herself that she hoped they’d let her take it home .

He stood over Claire and reached down to pull away her blanket. She finally broke away from an interesting paragraph and turned to look at him. He was naked and his cock hard, and suddenly she felt terribly vulnerable again.

Then he was on top of her, pinning her in place with seemingly little effort. His thighs pressed against hers, and she felt the heavy sway of his cock as it brushed her ass cheek. Oh god, he was going to fuck her. He wasn’t even asking, just helping himself to her body.

His hand pressed heavily in the centre of her back, and she felt drips of something cold on her back as he lubed his cock. Claire wanted to resist, to push him away in outrage at his arrogance, but god she wanted to be fucked too.

Then his had moved up to take a rough handful of her hair, pulling head back. Claire half moaned and half gurgled, taken aback at his confident mastery of her.

His cock pressed between her cheeks, and she started to squirm, her body finally starting to respond to her brain’s objections. There was no escaping him though, and the broad head of his cock was soon pressing at the tight entrance of her ass.

Claire froze again in indecision, would it hurt more if she fought? Could she even fight him off if she tried? Was it ok that she wanted to be fucked in her ass?

The questions soon slipped away as all her attention was suddenly on the intense stretch of her asshole. He pushed his weight behind his cock, and it slipped in, fully stretching her hole and making her whimper and her thighs tense and shake. God he was big, god it felt good.

He pulled out a little, then laughed at her whimper as he pushed back in again.

“You’re a greedy slut, aren’t you? You’re loving this?”

Claire couldn’t manage a coherent response, and part of her didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, not yet at least. She grunted, fidgeted, then gasped as he effortlessly pushed deeper again. Fuck, he was strong.

He found a rhythm then, and by the third stroke was pushing as deep as his cock would go, accompanied by Claire’s mindless moans and grunts and whimpers. She let go of the thought of resistance as the sensation of her hole being used for his pleasure filled her mind.

“You’re my whore now,” Tim growled in her ear, bringing her back to the present. She squirmed again, making him chuckle and slow his stroke for a moment.

“My anal whore.”

“Oh god,” Claire responded this time. The relentless thrusting was starting to build an orgasm in her semi-reluctant body.

“Good slut,” she could hear the grin in his voice.

Then he slid out and she felt suddenly empty. She wanted more, and she almost pleaded with him. Then she was being rolled over, her thighs being pushed apart as he lined up to fuck her ass again.

Tom pulled on the chain then, lifting her head up to look straight at him.

“Say please” he prompted her.

“Fuu…” she managed, eyes wide.

“Ask me nicely.” He prompted again, rubbing the firm head of his cock over the sensitive circle of her asshole.

“Ohh, please. Please fuck my ass again. Please Sir…” Claire tried her best, most pleading tone.

He grinned down at her, enjoying the power she’d given him now. “Why?” He asked with a predatory grin.

“Because…” she hesitated. “Because…”

“Because you’re my anal whore?”

“Oh fuck, yes I am. Please fuck me, I’m your anal whore.”

The grin broadened even more as he slowly pushed his cock back into Claire’s tight hole. She breathed hard, but never breaking eye contact, so eager to please and be a good girl in the moment.

It pushed into her springy hole more easily this time, and soon Tom was getting balls deep with every stroke, almost metronomic with the regularity of his thrusts. Claire started to move with him then, eager to please now she’d embraced this whole thing.

Then he pressed the heel of his palm over her clit, and she gasped as the thrusting continued.

His thumb and fingers spread her labia apart, and Claire felt exposed and slutty, but pushed down her resistance to the feeling. She decided she liked the feeling.

“What a filthy whore you are…” he whispered, making her groan in response.

“Fuck,” Claire whispered, “fuck me hard…”

He did, and mashed his hand harder into her puffy labia, grinding her clit just perfectly between the plump lips.

Harder he fucked, holding her collar tight with one hand as he held her tight in place.

Then it was suddenly right there, and Claire felt her legs shake and tense as the orgasm built inside her. Then she was cumming, hard and deep, and she pushed him away with the unaware strength of the orgasm in her thighs.

He stood as the waves pulsed through her body, keeping the chain tight as she bucked and squirmed. Finally Claire was able to open her eyes, and immediately saw him stroking his cock right above her.

She watched transfixed as his thighs tensed, and noticed her mouth was open as his cum started to erupt. The hot liquid splashed on her face, dropped off her chin and ran down her chest between her tits.

With one last pump of cum, he released his cock and flicked the rest off his hand, hitting her right on the cheek. Then he let go of the chain, turned and walked away.

He turned at the door, “finish that book, and make sure you swallow all that cum.” The door slammed behind him, and Claire sank back onto her mattress to catch her breath.

She scooped his cum off her face and body, savouring the mild taste as she sucked it off her fingers. When she was sure she’d got every drop, she wiped her hands on her thighs and picked up her book, settling into a comfortable position as her heart rate settled back to normal.