The Scandalous Adventures Of Professor Croft | By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 80211 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
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Dean Barbara Walton threw her handbag across her office in a fit of frustration. Dean Walton wasn’t usually given to such juvenile temper tantrums, but this time her anger got the better of her. She just couldn’t understand it! Her plan had gone perfectly. Professor Picardo had written degrading insults all over Lara’s body, and then Dean Walton had set off the Art Building’s fire alarm, forcing Lara outside into full view of several hundred evacuated students. Any other person in her position would have practically died from the embarrassment and then quit that same day; but not Lara Croft! Not only did she not quit, she even finished teaching her remaining classes!
What did she have to do to make that cursed woman quit, Dean Walton wondered? Gritting her teeth in frustration, she took a calming breath and then bent down to collect the scattered contents of her handbag. Professor Picardo’s posters would be ready any day now. Perhaps having her degrading body writing photos on display in every men’s toilet on campus might finally make Professor Croft quit, but Dean Walton doubted it: she was starting to wonder if Lara Croft even felt shame like an ordinary woman. With a resigned sigh, she realised that she might never be able to rid herself of Professor Croft.
What made things worse was that she shouldn’t have even needed to make Lara quit. Over the weekend, Dean Walton had gone over the enrolment records and grades for Lara’s classes and discovered some irregularities. Professor Croft, it seemed, had been falsifying her attendance records and grades to give unearned credits to the members of her former Sorority. That was serious misconduct and Dean Walton knew that the University Board would have no choice but to fire her. Elated by the news, Dean Walton had immediately phoned up a Board Member with whom she shared a cordial relationship and told him the news. His response shocked her.
He told her that an academic scandal like this would be ruinous for the University’s reputation, and as the relevant Department Head, she would probably be fired as well. He advised her to keep the information to herself, and have an informal chat with Professor Croft to make sure that it didn’t happen again. Making an official report wouldn’t do any of them any good, he said; best to forget the whole matter and move on. Dean Walton was livid. She was once again in a no win situation: if she reported the matter, she would probably lose her job in the ensuing scandal; if she covered it up and then it came out later, her professional reputation would be ruined. Damn you for this, Lara Croft, she thought bitterly!
On impulse, Dean Walton checked the faculty teaching schedule and then left her office. She walked downstairs to one of the two second floor lecture theatres and quietly stood in the doorway. Inside, Professor Croft was teaching a lecture on ancient Egypt. The woman was a disgrace to the academic profession: she was wearing a low cut business shirt that shamelessly displayed the deep valley of her cleavage to everyone in the room. Her short grey miniskirt was little better, showing off too much of her long legs and drawing the eyes upwards to her perfect ass.
Despite her hatred of the woman, Dean Walton found herself admiring the way Lara’s tight skirt hugged her tight round buttocks. Dean Walton had separated from her last long term partner over a year ago, and she hadn’t been with a woman since then. Being a Dean in a University town made it difficult to meet people, since she couldn’t frequent any of the usual lesbian bars for fear of running into her own students. Dean Walton’s eyes travelled up Lara’s long sexy legs and flat stomach to her breasts. She had always been attracted to large breasted women, and Lara’s breasts were probably the best she had ever seen in person.
Dean Walton glanced up at Lara’s beautiful face and full red lips. Despite her hatred of the woman, Dean Walton found herself daydreaming about kissing those soft lips. Suddenly, a new idea formed itself in her mind: if she couldn’t rid herself or Lara Croft, then maybe she could make having her around at least enjoyable. Dean Walton waited until Lara’s final lecture concluded, and then walked towards the podium.
“Professor Croft, I’m afraid I’ll need to see you in my office at the end of the day.” Dean Walton said.
“Is something wrong?” Lara asked.
“You could say that: you’ve been falsifying grades for your Sorority girlfriends. Don’t even try to deny it!” Dean Walton said accusingly.
“I… I can explain.” Lara stammered.
Dean Walton held up her hand.
“Not here. I don’t want anyone else overhearing this… disgrace! See me in my office at the end of the day.” Dean Walton said, before walking from the lecture theatre.
Several hours later, Dean Walton was waiting at her desk, watching as the clock on her wall counted down to the end of the day. Sure enough, at just after 5.00pm, there was a hesitant knock at her door.
Lara felt sick to her stomach. Her entire world was collapsing in on itself. Her mind was so fixated on her meeting with Dean Walton that she barely even noticed the stares and comments of the students that she passed in the hallway. She barely made it through her final lecture of the day: she was so distracted that she simply read from her notes, and even then lost her place on several occasions. Now she was standing outside the Dean’s office, and her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. When she knocked, Dean Walton opened the door and motioned her inside, before locking the door behind her.
“Sit!” Dean Walton commanded, ordering Lara about like she was a naughty schoolgirl.
“Dean Walton, if you could give me a chance to explain…” Lara said.
“Please do! Please tell me why you falsified enrolment information and student grades!” Dean Walton said angrily.
“I… I made a mistake.” Lara said lamely.
“That’s not a reason. Can you at least tell me why you did it?” Dean Walton asked.
It was a reasonable question, but what could Lara say? She certainly couldn’t tell Dean Walton the truth: that she’d had an affair with a student and was now being blackmailed by another student. The Dean would insist on knowing which student was responsible, and if Lara told her, Anjelica would probably be expelled, and then get revenge against Lara by releasing all of her blackmail videos. The ensuing public scandal would ruin her, so Lara remained silent.
Dean Walton had to supress a smile at how uncomfortable Lara looked right now. Good! Serves her right, Dean Walton thought.
“Do you realise what you’ve done? I promoted your inclusivity efforts to the University Board!” Dean Walton said. “I told them what a great job you’d done attracting more women into archaeology. Now I find out that all of those enrolments were fraudulent. You’ve made me look like a fool!”
Lara looked totally crestfallen. Dean Walton continued.
“The best case you can hope for out of this is to simply lose your job, but I’m afraid you might also be looking at prison time.” Dean Walton said.
“Prison time?” Lara asked, looking shocked.
“Falsifying college admission records is a Federal Offence. I’m afraid the usual sentence is 1 year in a Federal prison.” Dean Walton lied.
She was banking on the fact that Lara might have heard about the College Admissions Scandal, but not paid close enough attention to know that it involved bribery rather than simply falsifying academic records. From the look on Lara’s face, Dean Walton judged that Lara believed her. Time to go in for the kill, Dean Walton thought.
“Please! I’ll do anything you want! Just don’t tell the Board!” Lara pleaded, desperate not to have anyone discover her crimes.
This was turning into a nightmare, and Lara’s heart sunk in despair as she processed the ramifications of what Dean Walton had just told her. A criminal conviction would be even more ruinous than a sex scandal caused by the publication of her blackmail videos. The tabloids would take great pleasure in reporting on her meteoric fall from grace. She imagined hordes of journalists and photographers swarming around the court house to film her being convicted and then led away in chains to begin her prison sentence. Even worse, she might have to suffer the embarrassment of being sent on a work detail, picking up garbage on the side of the road, while dressed in a humiliating orange prison jumpsuit. She knew that most of her friends would be forced to disown her, lest their own reputations suffer by association.
Another thought then flashed through Lara’s mind. After her sentence, she’d be a convicted criminal. Aside from being deported back to England in disgrace, Lara knew that most countries denied entry VISAs to convicted criminals, which meant that her days of jet setting around the world would be over. Even if she wanted to return to tomb raiding, she wouldn’t be able to leave the United Kingdom. Hounded by the gutter press, no career, no friends, no travel, her name and reputation in ruins – her life would effectively be over.
Dean Walton walked around the desk and stood in front of Lara’s chair. Lara was again struck by the physicality of the older woman. Despite being 46 years of age, she was in incredible shape.
“I might consider keeping this all to myself, if you’re suitably nice to me.” Dean Walton said, leaning forward and placing a hand on Lara’s leg. Lara was shocked: was everyone at this University a sexual predator, she wondered?
“Dean Walton!” Lara protested, pushing her hand away and feeling the impressive strength of Dean Walton’s arm.
Dean Walton smiled thinly. “I don’t expect you to decide right now. Go home and think about it. If you decide that you want to keep your job and stay out of prison, you’ll come by my office at 8.30am tomorrow morning and show me how sorry you are.” Dean Walton said suggestively. “At 9.00am, if I haven’t heard from you, I’ll walk over to the Central Administration Building and make an official report of your activities.”
“Dean Walton, please!” Lara pleaded.
“You can go now, Professor Croft. I’ll either see you tomorrow… or I won’t.” Dean Walton said, dismissing her.
At 8.30am the following morning, Lara arrived at Dean Walton’s office. Dean Walton ushered her inside and then locked the door behind her. Dean Walton was dressed in a slate grey women’s suit – basically a more professional version of Lara slutty attire, with a three quarter length skirt, a white high-necked blouse and a fitted double-breasted blazer, finished off with a pair of low black heels.
“Have you decided to be nice?” Dean Walton asked.
Lara blushed and nodded in defeat. What other choice did she have?
“Why don’t you start by removing your clothes?” Dean Walton said.
Lara had been naked in front of strangers so many times now that she didn’t even hesitate. She removed her white shirt and grey skirt and folded them neatly over a chair. Then she unclipped her bra and slid off her panties, before kicking off her shoes. The Dean looked at her naked body and smiled, clearly approving of what she saw. After a moment, the Dean also undressed. When she was done, she walked forward until she was standing directly in front of Lara. The Dean was a physically imposing woman, an inch taller than Lara at 5’10” and at least 20 pound heavier, but very little of that was fat. The Dean had broad shoulders, strong muscular arms and legs, and well defined abdominal muscles; she kind of reminded Lara of one of the mythological Amazonian warrior women.
“You have a very attractive body, Lara.” Dean Walton said, gently caressing Lara’s left breast.
Lara blushed as the Dean’s hand continued down her stomach and between her legs. The Dean slid her fingers across Lara’s pussy and then held them up in front of Lara’s face. As Lara feared, the Dean’s fingers were soaked in her juices.
“Why don’t you start by kissing my feet?” Dean Walton said, leaning back against her desk and waiting.
Lara grimaced in disgust, but then obediently climbed down onto her knees. The Dean held out her foot just in front of Lara’s face. Lara was surprised at how feminine the muscular Dean’s feet were, with graceful arches and dainty polished toes. They also didn’t smell as bad as she had feared, which was probably due to it being the start of the day rather than the end.
Lara tentatively grabbed hold of Dean Walton’s outstretched foot and brought it up to her lips. When she kissed it, she was surprised at how soft it felt. Dean Walton obviously looked after her feet with regular pedicures. Lara planted a small kiss against the instep of Dean Walton’s foot. The Dean lifted her toes and pressed her sole against Lara’s beautiful face. Lara fought back feelings of repulsion and started walking kisses up and down the sole of Dean Walton’s foot, from heel to toes.
“Lick it.” Dean Walton commanded.
Lara thrust out her tongue and licked up the underside of Dean Walton’s foot. She couldn’t keep the look of disgust from her face, and she scowled as she tasted the pungent odour of Dean Walton’s foot on her tongue.
“Now suck my toes.” Dean Walton said.
Lara’s pride took another hit as she was forced to suck on each of the older woman’s toes one at a time. She sucked each in turn, sliding them in and out of her mouth and then licking in between her toes. Despite her disgust at what she was doing, the submissive and degrading nature of it was getting her excited, and Lara could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter with each degrading act she performed. When she was done, Dean Walton bent forward and kissed her on the lips, pushing her tongue inside Lara’s mouth. Despite telling herself that she didn’t want this, Lara returned the kiss, caressing the Dean’s tongue with her own.
“Some rimming now, I think.” Dean Walton said.
Lara’s face went pale, but Dean Walton seemed not to care. She turned around and bent forward onto the desk and waited. Blushing with shame, Lara pushed Dean Walton’s muscular buttocks apart with her hands and then hesitantly pressed her nose in between them. After another moment’s hesitation, Lara stuck out her tongue and started licking around the older woman’s asshole. Dean Walton’s ass was thankfully clean, but Lara still had to contend with the strong, musky taste of the Dean’s ass on her tongue. Lara licked wet circles around the perimeter of Dean Walton’s asshole, drawing her tongue closer and closer to the tight star at the centre. Lara flicked her tongue across the Dean’s sphincter, eliciting a giggle from the other woman.
“Deeper. Get right in there.” Dean Walton told her.
Lara baulked at the demand, but then reluctantly pressed her wet tongue against the Dean’s tight asshole. Lara buried her face between the Dean’s muscular ass cheeks, as she pushed her tongue all the way inside the Dean’s asshole, bathing it in her wet saliva.
“That tickles!” Dean Walton said, turning around and looking down at Lara. “Well, I suppose we should begin.”
“Begin? What the hell was this?” Lara asked incredulously.
“Oh, I’m not really into foot worship and butt stuff. I was just curious to see what it felt like, and I wanted to see if you’d actually do it.” Dean Walton said grinning.
She walked around behind her desk and pulled a strange looking device from her filing cabinet drawer. The device was black in colour and about 1 foot long and wide, with a flat base and a 1 foot high circular top that reminded Lara of the top part of a round log that had been cut in half length ways. On top of the device was a raised 1 inch high rubber strip, with a 4 inch high black phallus sticking up out of the centre. Lara instantly recognised the device as being a Sybian, a sex toy for women that functioned like a cross between a dildo and a vibrator, but one that you sat on like a saddle. Dean Walton plugged the device into the wall and then picked up a remote control.
“It has settings for low, medium and high. In fairness to you, I’m going to start it on the lowest setting. Sit down on it.” Dean Walton said.
Lara straddled the device and then lowered herself down until the black phallus was resting against her pussy lips. Lara squatted lower and impaled herself downwards onto the phallus, until she was straddling the Sybian like a horse’s saddle. Dean Walton activated the remote control, and Lara felt a slow but insistent pulsing coming from between her legs. Both the phallus inside her pussy, and the raised rubber strip pressing against her clit were buzzing rhythmically against her skin. It felt really nice, and Lara started to unconsciously grind her hips down against it.
“I’m a sporting woman, so I’m prepared to make this a little competition. Every morning, you’re going to sit on the Sybian while you eat me out. If I orgasm before you do, you get the next day off. Got it?” Dean Walton asked.
Lara blushed and nodded, already feeling an orgasm growing between her legs. Dean Walton stepped forward until she was standing directly over Lara’s kneeling form. Lara looked up and immediately realised that Dean Walton was doing this to further establish her dominance over her; she was using their difference in height much like some managers did when they gave their staff shorter chairs than their own. It was a transparent bullying tactic, but Lara feared that it was working on her. Lara was already at a disadvantage, having submissively sucked on the Dean’s toes and licked her asshole. With that humiliation still fresh in her mind, Lara looked up at the powerful, muscular body of the Dean and couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated by her.
Their eyes met, and Dean Walton gave her a look that told Lara she was fully aware of the test of wills between them, and that Lara was losing. The Dean smiled down at her, and Lara knew that she had lost this round. Reluctantly, she wrapped her hands around the backs of Dean Walton’s large muscular thighs and craned her neck upwards until her face was pressing against the Dean’s crotch. Lara found it slightly distasteful that the Dean had a dark inverted triangle of pubic hair over her crotch: clearly, she had not kept up with the modern trend of keeping her pussy smoothly shaven. Still, at least her bush was well-groomed, rather than a tangled and overgrown mess of hair.
Lara stuck out her tongue and started lapping at the other woman’s trimmed pussy and clitoris. She had only been going for about a minute when a powerful orgasm forced her to stop licking and cry out in pleasure. Lara let out a loud, continuous moan, as the rhythmic vibrations of the Sybian caused a powerful orgasm to erupt between her legs.
“I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.” Dean Walton grinned.
Lara was still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm, when the Dean grabbed onto either side of her head and pushed Lara’s face back in between her legs. Lara resumed licking the Dean’s clit with fast flicks of her wet tongue. A minute later, it was Dean Walton’s turn to moan. She started grinding her crotch against Lara’s mouth, while her pussy juices dripped against Lara’s lips and trickled down her chin. As a result of her time with the Delta Pi Sorority, Lara had gotten very good at performing oral sex on women, and she was able to make the Dean orgasm in a matter of minutes. If the Dean hadn’t gotten a head start on her, she probably would have won, Lara thought bitterly!
When the Dean finished cuming, she walked back to her filing cabinet and took out a towel, which she used to clean and dry herself. She then passed the towel to Lara, who gratefully wiped the juices and sweat from her own body.
“Take that home and wash it, but bring one of your own towels with you tomorrow. I’ll expect you to bring a fresh towel every day. If you ever forget, I’ll dry myself off using your work clothes instead.” Dean Walton said.
Great, Lara thought: now I’m doing her laundry as well! Dean Walton looked at her watch.
“It’s 8.55am. You’d better get dressed and head to class. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Dean Walton said, in a casual tone that made it seem like nothing unusual had just occurred between them.
Lara knew it was pointless to argue, so she quickly dressed and then gathered up the soiled towel, which she placed in her office. Lara endured another day of lustful stares and degrading whispered comments from her students, and then walked home, taking the Dean’s towel home with her to wash. That night, Lara express ordered another five towels online, so that she could have a ready supply of towels permanently stored in her office. She didn’t want to accidentally forget one day and have to spend an entire day teaching in soiled work clothes.
Tuesday morning saw a repeat of the Dean’s twisted Sybian game. Lara lost again, although by less than a minute this time. Gordon came over that night and had Lara dress up in a black latex body suit. The suit had large round cut-outs over the crotch and breasts that left her private parts fully exposed. Gordon strapped her down to the bed with an X-shaped belt restraint that ran under the bed and connected to her wrists and ankles via thick Velcro cuffs. It seemed that the more Lara orgasmed, the more easily she managed it, and Gordon’s talented tongue made her cum in less than 5 minutes. Surprisingly, he then decided to fuck her pussy rather than her ass, kissing her tenderly while he did so.
Their conversation afterwards seemed a bit little weird. Normally, they would laugh together as Gordon told her jokes and funny stories about his work at his father’s company; but this time he kept asking about what she had done the last weekend. Lara lied and told him that she’d been sick all weekend – the excuse that she’d used to cancel their last date. He gave her a strange look, as if he wanted to say something else, but then he changed the subject. Maybe she was imagining it, Lara thought. After all, she had a lot on her mind, so perhaps she was projecting her worries onto him. Lara nuzzled into Gordon chest and slept, not noticing that Gordon was still awake and deep in thought.
Wednesday morning brought another failure, with Lara again orgasming before Dean Walton. They wiped themselves clean with Lara’s freshly laundered towel and then went about their day as if nothing strange had happened. Thursday morning, she got closer, only missing out on making the Dean cum first by 30 seconds. Gordon came over again on Thursday night and tied Lara’s hands and feet to the spreader bar. After going down on her, he fucked her ass doggy style until he came, and then they went to bed. He tried to invite her to spend the weekend with him, but Lara had to decline, since she had promised to spend every Saturday with Anjelica. She lied and made her excuses, expecting Gordon to be disappointed, but he seemed to accept her answer without argument.
On Friday, Lara finally had the breakthrough she had been striving for. Lara used every mental trick she knew to delay the onset of her orgasm, distracting herself with riddles, trying to think of disgustingly unsexy images, and event covertly pinching her thigh. At the same time, she used every oral sex skill she knew against Dean Walton. Lara kissed and licked the Dean’s clit, alternately twirling her tongue around the sensitive nub and flicking it across the tip, while simultaneously thrusting a finger inside the Dean’s pussy and gently caressing the older woman’s G-spot. Lara managed to make the Dean orgasm almost a full minute before she did. Lara stared up at her tormentor in triumph, as if daring the older woman to break their spoken agreement, but the Dean just smiled down at Lara.
“Such a talented mouth you have.” Dean Walton said, stroking Lara’s wet chin. “I guess I won’t be seeing you again until next Tuesday.”
Lara was elated, and the rest of the day seemed to fly past. She finally achieved her first small victory against Dean Walton’s blackmail. She recognised that there was still a long way to go, but it was a start. Pushing thoughts of the Dean from her mind, Lara prepared herself for the weekend, and whatever new twisted ordeal Anjelica had planned for her. As usual, Anjelica picked Lara up outside her apartment building; but rather than drive them to the sex shop, they headed out onto the highway. They drove north for almost 2 hours, before arriving at a large horse ranch. Anjelica stopped by the main homestead, where she handed the rancher a thick wad of cash and collected a set of keys from him. He bid her farewell and then hoped into his pickup truck and drove away.
“What are we doing here?” Lara asked finally.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to have any more gangbangs at the University. Well, this isn’t the University, is it?” Anjelica said.
“What about the sex shop?” Lara asked.
“We’ll go there if you want, but you won’t be wearing a mask. Do you really want to risk some of those hobos recognising you on the street, or would you rather fuck a bunch of country yokels who don’t have the internet and are too stupid to figure out who you are? It’s your choice.” Anjelica said.
Lara thought about it and realised that Anjelica was right.
“We’re the only ones here and I’ve paid for the whole weekend, so we won’t be disturbed.” Anjelica said.
Weekend, Lara thought! Anjelica must have seen the worried look on her face, because she quickly added.
“Don’t worry. You’ll only be here for a couple of hours and then I’ll drive you home.” Anjelica said.
Feeling relieved, Lara sat back in her seat while Anjelica drove down a packed dirt road to the large stables and barns located behind the main house. Anjelica parked her black Range Rover outside the largest of the stables and unlocked a side door, before hustling Lara inside and locking the door again behind her.
Anjelica turned on the lights, and Lara saw dozens of large, beautiful horses standing in stalls running along the full length of both walls. Lara had always loved horses, and riding had been one of her most cherished pastimes growing up. Anjelica led her down a long corridor to a large room at the other end of the building. At the centre of the room was a large object hidden under a grey tarpaulin.
“I’ve invited a dozen men to fuck you this time.” Anjelica said conversationally.
Lara blushed but said nothing.
“But I thought we might start with some gentle fisting while we wait.” Anjelica said.
“Whatever. Just get it over with.” Lara said testily, hating the way Anjelica always taunted and teased her.
Anjelica pulled off the large tarpaulin and Lara got her first chance to examine the device underneath. Lara had been expecting to see another wooden device like the plywood booth from the sex shop, but this one appeared to be made from shiny steel tubing, and its general shape reminded Lara of an old-school gymnastics vaulting horse. The device was just over 4 feet high, with a shallowly rounded top about 4 feet long and 1.5 feet wide. The top portion was hollow and covered in a thick layer of cushioned leather. Moving around to the front, Lara saw that the long, shallowly rounded top was hollow on the inside, and heavily reinforced with thick steel ribs. Welded to the inverted U-shaped top at either end were two pairs of heavy steel legs, which splayed outwards at an angle for additional stability.
Lara saw some D-rings welded to the inside of the thick legs at different heights, but there was nothing attached to them. There was also a large blue duffle bag that had been stored within the hollow frame of the device. After getting a good look at the device, Lara was kind of confused by what exactly she would be doing with it: she could probably sit on top of it and straddle it like a horse, but then how would anyone fuck her – the top was way too high for even the tallest man’s cock to reach.
“It’s my own design.” Anjelica told her proudly. “I told the metalworking company I hired that it was a piece of gymnastics equipment.”
Anjelica unzipped the duffel bag and pulled out a number of black Velcro cuffs and orange cargo straps. The cargo straps were 1.5 inches wide and had heavy duty ratchets at one end and steel carabiners at the end. Lara blushed when she saw the Velcro cuffs, as she was immediately reminded of Gordon using similar restraints for their bondage play. Angelica attached the ratcheting ends of the cargo straps to the bottommost D-ring on each of the four legs. She passed the rearmost pair of cargo straps up through each pair of D-rings, until they reached the top pair, which sat just above the hollow lid of the device.
“Get undressed and step inside.” Anjelica told her.
Lara resignedly removed her running shoes, leggings, hoddie and t-shirt, before unclipping her black bra and sliding her black panties down her long legs. Finally naked, Lara reluctantly approached the metal bondage device. Lara had to duck down to get into the cramped confines of the hollow frame. Anjelica walked forward and wrapped two Velcro restraints around Lara’s upper thighs, which she connected to the carabiners at the end of the cargo straps. Then she started actuating the ratchet on the first cargo strap. Lara felt her left leg being pulled upwards, as Anjelica took in the slack from the cargo strap. Anjelica repeated the procedure on Lara’s right leg, and Lara was forced up onto her tippy toes.
Anjelica continued winching-in the cargo straps, forcing Lara’s thighs up and apart until her feet were dangling off the ground and her weight was entirely supported by her thighs. The ratcheting cargo straps pulled her lower body upwards until her butt was sitting flush against the curved roof of the device; but because her thighs were in line with the legs of the bondage device, her buttocks projected out past the end by several inches. The awkward position reminded Lara of sitting on a tyre swing – the kind where your butt hangs out the back. At the same time, her upper body tipped forward and she had to rest her hands on the ground to avoid tipping upside-down.
Anjelica tied off the rear set of cargo straps and then threaded the front straps though each set of D-rings, until they reached the top pair. Then she wrapped a pair of black Velcro cuffs around each of Lara’s wrists and connected them to the carabiners at the end of the straps. Anjelica slowly ratcheted in the cargo straps, and Lara’s hands were pulled off the ground and up over her head. Lara started to feel like she was on a medieval torture rack, as her arms were slowly stretched out above her head, but thankfully Anjelica stopped before it become painful.
The resulting position reminded Lara of the Yoga pose Downward-facing Dog. Lara’s gorgeous naked ass was pushed up and back, and was about 4 inches higher than her shoulders, giving her upper body a subtle downward slope. Her arms were forced straight out above her head, and Lara had to crane her neck upwards to see anything other than the dusty concrete floor beneath her. Lara was about to ask the point of all this, when Anjelica pushed a black ball-gag into her mouth and tied it off behind her head.
Anjelica grinned as she heard Lara grunt into the gag. Anjelica was practically trembling with excitement, but she forced herself to remain calm. First, she’d need to get Lara’s holes stretched out with some gentle fisting; then she’d be ready to experience Anjelica’s true purpose for bringing her here. Anjelica was proud that she had found this place: the stud farm didn’t usually allow outsiders to ride their stallions, but money talked and the owner had quickly consented to Anjelica’s proposal. Anjelica reached into the duffle bag and applied a generous amount of lubricant to her hands. She squirted more lubricant against Lara’s pussy and asshole to prepare them, and then she got to work.
Anjelica decided to start with Lara’s pussy. Even now, Anjelica was amazed by how tight it looked: no matter what Anjelica did to it, no matter how wide it was stretched open, Lara’s pussy always seemed to bounce back again. It was like it was made of rubber and magic. Anjelica pushed two fingers into Lara’s pussy, feeling them slide effortlessly into Lara’s tight hole. Anjelica pistoned her fingers in and out of Lara’s pussy, before adding a third. After another minute of finger banging, she added a fourth finger, smiling as she watched Lara’s pussy expand to accommodate them. Anjelica pushed her fingers together and speared them deep into Lara’s wet pussy, sliding them in past the knuckles.
Anjelica loved the wet, squelching sound that Lara’s pussy made as she violated it: probably because the sound was so slutty and unladylike, and she knew that Lara hated it. After another minute, Anjelica tucked in her thumb and pushed. Lara’s pussy resisted for a moment, unsuccessfully trying to repel the intrusion, before stretching open wider and swallowing Anjelica’s hand. Anjelica speared her hand in and out of Lara’s pussy, enjoying the sight of Lara’s pussy lips distending outwards slightly around her knuckles each time she pulled back. Anjelica continued this fisting for a full minute, before pushing her hand back inside Lara’s pussy, and turning her attention to Lara’s asshole.
Using her other hand, Anjelica repeated the process that she had just used to loosen up Lara’s pussy. She pressed two fingers inside Lara’s lubricated sphincter and pistoned them in and out of Lara’s tight hole. Then she added a third finger, and then a fourth. Anjelica was impressed by how much Lara’s asshole had loosened up since the start of their sexual adventures together. Obviously the double anal penetration during her Fan Club gangbang had a more lasting effect on Lara than Anjelica had first thought. Anjelica speared her hand into Lara’s ass for almost a minute, loosening it further, before adding her thumb and pressing forward.
Lara struggled against restraints as the pressure against her asshole built, but she was tied up too tightly to move. Anjelica grinned sadistically and pushed harder, watching as Lara’s tortured asshole stretched slowly open around her knuckles and then swallowed her hand inside. Lara thrashed about as Anjelica brutally speared her hand in and out of Lara’s stretched sphincter, gaping it open wider and wider. Anjelica started fisting both of Lara’s holes simultaneous; she wished she could have seen the look on Lara’s noble face; she was sure it would have been priceless.
The hand penetrating Lara’s pussy was only able to push inside wrist deep, before crashing against the barrier of her cervix, but the hand penetrating Lara’s asshole made much greater progress. Anjelica forced her hand deeper and deeper into Lara’s bowels. Lara’s straining asshole slowly expanded wider and wider, at it gradually slid upwards along Anjelica’s slender forearm. After ten minutes of constant fisting, Anjelica managed to cram her entire arm inside Lara’s gaping asshole, right up to the elbow. It was a weird feeling, having her arm this deep inside another person’s body. This must be what vets feel like when they’re helping horses give birth, Anjelica though idly. Her arms were starting to get tired, but Anjelica pushed through the pain, and continued fisting her hands in and out of Lara’s stretched-open holes.
Lara thrashed uselessly against her restraints, as her pussy and asshole were stretched open to their limits. She screamed ineffectually into her ball-gag, the sound coming out muffled, as she was brutally double fisted by the sadistic younger woman. The hand in her asshole felt so deep that she was sure it must be pressing against her internal organs. Lara looked down at her flat stomach, and could clearly see the outline of Anjelica’s fist bulging outwards through her skin. It looked like something from Aliens, and Lara screamed again, powerless to stop this obscene abuse of her body; but even worse was the embarrassing way her body was reacting to the twin intruders.
Lara could feel an orgasm steadily building deep within her, as her pussy and ass were brutally stretched and fisted. She hated that her body was reacting this way. The old Lara would never have reacted like this; or at least that’s what she told herself. Part of her worried that she had always been a perverted whore and it had just taken someone like Anjelica to reveal her true nature. Lara’s pussy was drenched with excitement, while a pleasurable heat built between her legs. The pain of the double fisting receded into the background, leaving nothing but pure pleasure in its place.
Lara’s whole body tensed, as the orgasm finally claimed her. She bucked against her restraints, as Anjelica pushed her hands deeper and deeper inside of her. For once, Lara was actually grateful that she was immobilised, as she feared that without the restraints, she would have tried to grind her hips backward against Anjelica’s invading fists. When her orgasm finally subsided, Lara hung limply from her restraints, too exhausted to move. Anjelica fisted her holes for another few minutes, and when she finally stopped, Lara’s entire body was shaking and drenched in sweat.
Lara heard Anjelica rummaging around in the duffel bag and looked down between her legs. She saw Anjelica holding a stainless steel speculum, which she inserted into Lara’s gaping pussy. Lara felt Anjelica slowly ratchet open the speculum. Her pussy gradually expanded until it gaped open a full 2 inches wide, leaving her sensitive cervix completely exposed. Lara felt Anjelica doing something near her pussy. Then she felt a stinging sensation deep inside of her, followed by a strange numbness. Anjelica walked around in front of her holding a large, half-filled syringe. Lara shook her head and screamed ineffectually into her ball-gag.
“This is a muscle relaxant, sometimes used during pregnancy to relax the cervix.” Anjelica explained.
Anjelica had just injected that stuff inside her. God only knew what else she had planned. Lara thrashed against her restraints, but she was powerless to escape or resist. Anjelica walked back behind her and released the tension on the speculum. When she pulled the speculum away, Lara’s pussy closed slightly, but was still gaping open a full inch wide from the previous fisting. Anjelica left her alone for several minutes, and then Lara heard the familiar clip clop sounds of a horse being led into the room.
“What now?” Lara wondered.
Lara heard the horse being led around the bondage device until it was directly behind her. After half a minute of confused waiting, Lara felt a heavy impact land on the reinforced curved roof above her. The horse had reared up and rested its prodigious weight on top of the device. Lara felt something thick and blunt slapping against her open pussy. She looked down between her splayed thighs and saw with horror that it was the horse’s enormous ebony penis. The horse’s cock was about 19 inches long and 2 inches wide, increasing to 2.5 inches wide at the medial ring, and with a monstrous 2.5 inch wide flared tip.
Lara was still in denial, her conscious mind not able to make sense of what she was seeing. Then Anjelica grabbed hold of the thick cock and guided it towards Lara’s pussy. That’s when Lara started to panic. The horse neighed loudly and pushed forward, and the enormous cock plunged inside her. The horse thrust forward powerfully, ramming inside of her until its thick cock head was pressing against the back of her pussy. Its strength was enormous, and the thrust made Lara’s entire body shake. The horse pulled backwards and thrust forward again, burying 7 inches of thick equine cock back inside Lara’s stretched pussy.
Lara moaned helplessly into her gag, as she was brutally mounted by the stallion. She could see the black horse’s front hooves flailing around on either side of her, as it tried to get more purchase for its breeding efforts. It pushed forward again, the force of its thrust actually making the heavy bondage device slide forward a quarter of an inch. The horse’s thrusts were slow and rhythmic, and on the ninth thrust, it held itself inside of her and Lara felt warm cum flooding into her pussy. The horse ejaculated continuously for almost 30 seconds, before finally dismounting her. Lara felt sticky horse cum leaking out of her gaping pussy and down her thighs; but because of the downward slope of her body, the majority of the horse cum remained inside her pussy. Anjelica walked the horse back to its stall and returned with another a couple of minutes later.
“Did you know that most male horses only last 10 to 12 thrusts before they cum? Makes you feel sorry for all of the lady horses out there.” Anjelica said conversationally, as she led the next horse behind Lara.
Lara looked down and saw that this one was a brown horse, with a thick cock that started out brown near the balls, but turned pink past the medial ring, towards the tip. Lara struggled impotently against her restraints, as Anjelica led the horse forward and let it mount the bondage device. The horse’s enormous cock glanced off her pussy on the first attempt, but slid inside her on the second. Lara screamed into her ball-gag, as the horse started ramming its thick cock into her pussy. Lara’s whole body was pressed forward against her restraints, as the horse’s powerful thrusts pounded into her.
Anjelica was right about the horse’s sexual stamina. After 10 powerful thrusts, the horse stopped moving and Lara felt more warm horse cum jetting against the back of her pussy. Some of the cum overflowed down between her legs, but the majority pooled inside her, mixing with the first horse’s cum. Anjelica took the horse away and brought another forward – it was another brown one. As it pounded into her, Lara felt a weird stretching sensation coming from deep inside of her, as her cervix slowly distended inwards. When the horse came and pulled out, Lara’s cervix had dilated almost a quarter of an inch.
Anjelica brought out another horse, which pounded into Lara’s pussy, further weakening her battered cervix. When it came, some of the horse’s cum jetted directly through her partially open cervix and splashed against the sensitive walls of Lara’s womb. Lara shuddered from the wrongness of the sensation, and moaned pitifully into her black gag. Anjelica took it away and brought out another horse. This one lasted for 12 thrusts and when it was finished, Lara’s cervix had dilated another half an inch. Thick horse cum coated every surface of Lara’s pussy and dripped down her inner thighs.
After the next horse finished fucking her, Lara’s cervix was gaping open a full inch wide. Anjelica led forward a white stallion. It mounted Lara’s bondage device and thrust its mottled pink and black cock inside her. On its third thrust, Lara started feeling a dull pain coming from deep within her pussy. On its seventh thrust, she felt something shift inside of her. Then it pushed forward one last time, ramming through her battered cervix and penetrating her womb. Lara’s eyes shot wide open and her face was a mask of horror. She screamed loudly into her gag, as the horse buried the entire length of its 18 inch long cock inside her. It leaned forward a came, shooting its thick cum directly into Lara’s fertile womb.
Lara looked down and saw the thick outline of the horse’s cock bulging out from her flat stomach. She could feel its warm cum filling her womb. When it pulled out, it left a gooey white mess in its wake. Lara’s cervix was now dilated fully open, as if she was giving birth, and the horse cum in her pussy started to slide downwards into her womb and pool there. Anjelica returned with another black horse, and it rammed its 20 inch cock inside Lara’s gaping pussy. Its powerful thrusts made Lara’s large breasts swing pendulously beneath her chest.
After 10 powerful thrusts, it ejaculated inside her. Lara felt an uncomfortable pressure growing under her stomach. It felt kind of like having stomach gas, but indescribably worse. Lara looked down and saw her flat stomach starting to bulge outwards slightly, as her womb filled with cum. The horse’s thick medial ring had made an airtight seal with Lara’s pussy lips, preventing any cum from leaking out around it. Denied any other means of escape, the cum continued filling Lara’s womb to capacity and beyond. When every inch of her pussy had been filled, the cum pushed outwards, expanding the elastic walls of her womb to accommodate it. Lara groaned into her gag, as her stomach slowly expanded until she looked 1 month pregnant.
When the horse pulled out, some of the excess cum spilled out from her gaping pussy, but the vast majority remained within her cum-filled womb. Anjelica gave Lara a brief respite, as she admired her handiwork.
“You know, I specially designed this device to raise your hips upwards, placing your pussy at the optimum angle to achieve the deepest possible penetration.” Anjelica explained casually, as if she was talking about her favourite fashion brand and not a device of horrific sexual torture.
Anjelica led out another stallion, and Lara shook her head and screamed into her gag. Anjelica ignored her, and walked the stallion up behind her. It mounted the bondage device and rammed into Lara’s defenceless pussy. Lara’s screamed louder and tears started running down her cheeks, as the horse rammed its thick 20 inch long cock balls deep inside her. Lara groaned as the monstrously thick tip stretched open her pussy and then slammed into the back of her womb. The feeling of the flared cock head rubbing against the hypersensitive walls of her womb was overloaded Lara’s senses.
Even as she screamed in horror and pain, the unthinkable happened: she felt another orgasm building inside of her. Lara did her best to resist it: the thought of orgasming while being fucked by an huge smelly animal was too humiliating for her to bear. The horse came after only 8 powerful thrusts, but that’s all it took to push Lara over the edge. As the powerful jets of horse cum hosed down the back of her womb, Lara’s pussy clamped down around the thick horse cock. She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed into her ball-gag, as her mind was overcome by an incredibly powerful orgasm. She shuddered and came for almost a full minute. The orgasm was so intense that it left her entire body tingling and weak.
When her orgasm finally subsided, Lara was filled with a deep sense of shame at what she had just done: she had orgasmed while being mounted and bred by a stallion, and she had loved it. Once again, the airtight seal of her pussy lips around the thick horse cock prevented any of the horse cum from escaping. Lara’s womb expanded outwards against the growing pressure, responding as if the horse cum was a foetus growing inside of her. Lara’s flat stomach distended outwards again, giving her a more pronounced ‘baby bump’.
Anjelica kept going, bringing out another 3 horses that mounted Lara’s helpless body one after the other. Each of them brutally impaled her stretched-open pussy with their thick, 20 inch long cocks, ramming their flared tips through her gaping cervix and into her defenceless womb. Lara moaned as they ejaculated deep inside of her, feeling their powerful jets of cum spurting against her insides. Lara’s formerly flat stomach slowly grew with each new load of cum deposited inside her womb; when the last horse finished cuming, Lara looked like she was 6 months pregnant, and her bulging belly drooped down obscenely beneath her.
Anjelica led the last horse back to its stall and then stopped to admire her handiwork. She ran a hand across Lara swollen belly, before experimental pressing down on it, which made Lara moan pitifully into her ball-gag. Anjelica walked around behind Lara and felt herself growing wet at the sight of Lara’s gaping, cum-filled pussy; her stretched hole was now gaping open almost 1.5 inches wide, and cum was trickling down from it like a waterfall. Anjelica reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a large black inflatable plug. The butt plug was intended for use in the ass, but Anjelica didn’t see any reason why it shouldn’t work to block off Lara’s gaping pussy.
The black plug was approximately 4 inches long, and consisted of a round, bell shaped section 3 inches long and 1.5 inches wide, which was designed to inflate outwards, sealing the hole. The front bell was connected to a 1.5 inch wide base via a thin black neck. Anjelica inserted the plug into Lara’s gaping pussy, causing a river of displaced cum to spill out. Lara’s pussy had been stretched open so wide by the repeated horse fuckings that Anjelica had to hold it in place to prevent it from falling out. Anjelica attached a flexible hose and hand pump to the valve at the base of the plug and started pumping. The plug slowly grew larger inside Lara’s pussy. Lara started to thrash her head from side to side as the inflatable plug expanded, increasing the pressure inside her pussy. Lara’s round belly started growing again, as more cum was forced back through her cervix and down into her womb. Anjelica kept pumping until the plug reached its maximum inflation level, which correlated to a diameter of just over 3 inches, before removing the hose. The one-way valve on the plug meant that it would remain inflated until Anjelica re-attached the hose and released the pressure.
“You really do make a cute mommy.” Anjelica said, placing her hand against Lara cum-swollen belly.
Lara now looked about 7 months pregnant, and she was openly weeping from the pain. Anjelica walked back to the horse stalls and brought out a fresh stallion. Lara moaned pitifully into her ball gag and shook her head pleadingly, as the stallion mounted the bondage device. When Anjelica guided the flared tip of the horse’s cock towards her gaping asshole, Lara started screaming into her gag.
Lara screamed into her gag and thrashed desperately against her restraints, as she felt the thick tip of the horse’s cock pushing against her asshole. The logical part of her mind knew that this was going to happen, and that there was nothing she could do to stop it. The logical part of her mind told her to relax her muscles and accept it; but her unconscious mind instinctively clenched her muscles, trying to deny entry to the bestial invader. She didn’t really stand a chance: Anjelica had made sure of that with her earlier fisting. All she managed to accomplish was to make the horse cock’s violation of her asshole even more painful.
Lara’s tortured sphincter clenched against the flared 2.75 inch wide tip of the horse’s cock, before several hundred pounds of stallion bucked forward and overcame her weak resistance. Lara’s gaping asshole bulged inwards around the tip of the horse cock, and then expanded to swallow the horse cock inside. The horse rammed more than half of its gigantic cock into Lara’s gaping asshole, until its thick 2.5 inch wide medial ring pressed against her sphincter. Lara’s gaping asshole distended inwards but held. The horse pulled back and thrust forward again, and Lara’s stretched asshole finally collapsed inwards.
Lara grunted in pain, as she felt the horse thrust all 19 inches of its monstrously thick cock inside her bowels. It felt impossibly deep inside her, and she could feel its heavy cum-filled balls slapping against her crotch. The horse thrust into her 8 times and then came, sending powerful jets of cum spurting deep inside he bowels. Lara shivered from the unfamiliar sensation of warm cum splashing against the entrance to her small intestines. When the horse pulled out, and the downward angle of Lara’s body prevented most of the cum from leaking out of her, and it started to pool deep inside her bowels.
Anjelica brought out another horse and repeated the procedure. Lara’s gaping asshole put up practically no resistance this time, stretching wide open around horse cock’s flared tip and then weakly gripping the thick shaft as it slid in and out of her. It gave her 10 slow, powerful thrusts and then ejaculated, adding its cum to the gooey mess already filling her bowels. Lara felt the unbearable pressure from her cum-bloated womb pressing up against her bowels, preventing her anal passage from expanding any further. As a result, Lara’s asshole filled with cum much faster than her pussy. When the third horse came, Lara’s asshole was almost full to the brim. When the fourth horse came, excess cum starting spilling out from Lara’s gaping asshole and down her sticky thighs. Anjelica led the horse away, and Lara prayed that it would be the last one that fucked her.
Anjelica went into the next room and opened her laptop. She reviewed the feeds from the four digital cameras that she had hidden around the stables, to record Lara’s ordeal from different angles. Anjelica had decided to keep the fact that she was recording this to herself: better to have an ace up her sleeve, in case Lara tried to double cross her in the future. The stable’s WiFi wasn’t exactly cutting edge, and the videos would take several hours to upload to Anjelica’s Cloud account. After she dropped Lara off at home, Anjelica would make the long drive back to the ranch and recover her laptop and other items. She had already contracted a moving company to come and pick up the bondage device and place it in storage for her. When she returned the keys to the owner at the end of the weekend, no one would be any the wiser about what she had done.
Anjelica walked back into the main stable area and leaned down to examine Lara’s abused body. Lara’s skin was dripping with sweat and her face was flushed and red. Her formerly flat stomach was swollen and rounded from all of the cum trapped inside her womb, making her appear heavily pregnant. Lara’s asshole was gaping open almost 1.5 inches wide and filled to the brim with horse cum, and her pussy would have been stretched open just as wide, were it not sealed tight by the black inflatable plug. Anjelica had to fight back the urge to masturbate right there, consoling herself with the knowledge that she would be masturbating to video recordings of the day’s events when she got home. She walked around to Lara’s head and removed the ball-gag from her mouth.
“You’re insane! What the fuck is wrong with you!” Lara screamed indignantly.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it. I saw you orgasm on that big horse cock.” Anjelica retorted.
Lara’s beautiful face blushed with shame. She had obviously hoped that Anjelica hadn’t noticed that.
“This was never part of the deal!” Lara shouted back.
“I disagree. In return for your freedom, you agreed to by my personal fuck toy every Saturday until the end of the semester. I told you specifically that you were going to get gangbanged every weekend, and you said yes.” Anjelica said.
“Gangbanged by humans! What king of perverted freak fucks horses?” Lara shouted.
“You tell me. You’re the one who just did it.” Anjelica smiled.
“Let me out! The deals off! Let me out!” Lara shouted, thrashing against her restraints.
“Are you sure you want to do that? If you break our deal, all of your dirty videos will be made public.” Anjelica said.
“I don’t care! I won’t fuck any more animals. This is sick!” Lara said angrily.
Anjelica frowned, realising that she might have gone too far this time. As much as she’d enjoy destroying Lara’s reputation, she far preferred having the sophisticated English aristocrat as her personal sex slave. It was time to remind Lara Croft who was in charge.
Lara tried to stay angry, so that she wouldn’t think about the consequences of breaking her deal with Anjelica. As much as she hated the sadistic, perverted woman, she knew that when push came to shove, she’d inevitably agree to whatever Anjelica demanded. If Anjelica released all of the blackmail videos in her possession, Lara’s dreams of being an archaeologist would be over. Princeton University would fire her and probably rescind her honorary doctorate, and she’d never work in academia again. The tabloids would take great pleasure in reporting every degrading detail of her sexual activities. The public would learn that she had been gangbanged by students on multiple occasions, and sucked their cocks through a glory-hole like a common whore. Lara’s reputation would be permanently ruined and her name would become a laughing stock, forever associated with scandal and disgrace. All of her friends would disown her, and she would become a social pariah.
“I’ll admit that I might have gone a little too far this time.” Anjelica conceded.
Lara’s jaw dropped incredulously at Anjelica’s utter lack of self-awareness or remorse.
“But I’m prepared to promise you no more animals, if you keep up your end of the deal. I’m even prepared to give you next weekend off to recover – if you do one tiny thing for me.” Anjelica said.
“Which is?” Lara asked, sure that she’d hate the answer.
“I just want you to suck off one final horse. You’ve already fucked over a dozen of them by now, so one little blowjob is nothing.” Anjelica said.
“Anjelica!” Lara protested.
“I won’t even make you put it in your mouth. Just jack it off and lick it a bit, until it cums on your face.” Anjelica said.
It was a revolting proposition, but Lara couldn’t deny that she’d already done much worse.
“No more animals ever again, and no more injections or drugs of any kind!” Lara insisted.
“Fine!” Anjelica said, smiling triumphantly.
Anjelica walked around behind her, and Lara moaned as Anjelica slid her arm elbow deep inside Lara’s stretched, cum-filled anal passage. When she pulled it out and walked back around to Lara’s head, Lara saw that Anjelica had scooped out a handful of horse cum with her hand.
“Drink it.” Anjelica ordered.
Lara grimaced in disgust.
“All you have to do is drink it and I’ll let you down.” Anjelica offered.
Still crinkling her nose in revulsion, Lara stuck out her tongue and started licking her horse cum from Anjelica’s hand. Lara shuddered involuntarily as she had her first taste of horse cum. She had worried that she might gag or throw up, but it actually tasted very similar to human cum: just saltier and thicker in consistency. Lara licked the warm horse cum from Anjelica’s palm like a kitten licking milk. When she finished, Anjelica reached back inside Lara’s gaping asshole and scooped out another handful of horse cum from deep inside her bowels.
“Last one. I promise!” Anjelica giggled.
Lara hated the gleeful way Anjelica made her do these disgusting acts, but she went along with it all the same. Tasting horse cum from her bowels made Gordon’s previous requests for ass to mouth look as innocent as a kiss in the cheek. The magnitude of her fall from grace struck her again, and she felt short of breath. She absently stopped licking, but Anjelica seemed satisfied and started to undo the Velcro cuffs holding up Lara’s thighs. Lara was finally able to stretch out her cramped legs and put her feet on the ground, although she still had to bend forward until Anjelica removed her wrist cuffs.
Lara reached down between her legs and tried to remove the inflatable plug from her pussy, but it was lodged firmly in place and she couldn’t see any means of deflating it. Anjelica saw what she was doing.
“I’ll take it out after you take care of the last horse.” Anjelica said.
An exhausted Lara knelt down on the dusty concrete floor, while Anjelica went to fetch the final horse. She returned with a large black stallion with a 19 inch long ebony cock. The cock was unusually thick, about 2.25 inches wide along the shaft, increasing to 2.75 inches wide at the medial ring. The flared head of the cock was a full 3 inches wide and Lara doubted she could have fitted it into her mouth even if she tried. Anjelica led the horse over to where Lara was kneeling. Grimacing in disgust, Lara reached up and grabbed hold of the black stallion’s obscenely large cock. The horse cock was so thick that she couldn’t fully close her fingers around it. She grabbed the horse’s cock in both hands, just forward of the medial ring, and started rubbing her hands up and down its shaft. The horse shifted on its hooves, clearly enjoying what Lara was doing.
“Use your mouth as well.” Anjelica said, reaching down underneath the horse’s belly and massaging its swollen balls with her hands.
Lara screwed up her face in revulsion, but then hesitantly leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. As soon as her tongue made contact with the black tip of the horse’s cock, she was struck by the strong, musky taste. She licked her tongue in slow circles around the head, while wrapping her fingers tighter around the thick shaft and jerking it up and down as hard and as fast as she could. The horse whinnied and twitched. Lara slid her teeth over the tip of the horse’s cock, while licking the little pee hole with her tongue. She started to worry she wasn’t doing it right when the first jet of cum sprayed into her mouth. Lara choked and spluttered, instinctively pulling backwards. The second stream splashed against her left cheek, plastering the entire side of her face in warm, sticky horse cum. A third and fourth stream splashed against her nose and forehead, and then two more spurts splattered off her upper lip and chin. The last few weak spurts splashed down against her breasts, and then the horse was finished.
Anjelica led the horse back to its stall, and Lara sighed in relief. Anjelica returned a moment later with a metal bucket.
“Stand up.” Anjelica told her.
When Lara did so, Anjelica placed the metal bucket in-between her feet and then connected the hose attachment back onto the plug in Lara’s pussy. Anjelica activated the release valve, causing the plug to deflate. When Anjelica pulled it out, Lara doubled over as the great pressure on her belly was suddenly released. A river of horse cum cascaded out of her gaping pussy like a waterfall, to be collected in the metal bucket below. Lara held onto her stomach, feeling it shrink back down to its former tiny size. The insides of her legs were completely coated in horse cum, and the bucket was almost a quarter full. Anjelica pulled the bucket from between Lara’s legs and placed it down in front of her.
“I’d like to see you wash yourself with this.” Anjelica said.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Lara said, even though she could see that Anjelica was perfectly serious.
“Listen, you can either go home as you are, smelling like you just fucked a herd of horses, or you can do what I ask, and then I’ll let you use the shower in the next room to clean yourself off. The choice is yours.” Anjelica said.
Just the thought of running into her neighbours while covered in horse semen was enough to convince Lara to agree. She bent forward and scooped up gooey handfuls of horse cum in her hands, which she rubbed onto her arms and legs like it was body wash. Then she smeared more warm, gooey cum over her stomach and chest. Lara looked over at Anjelica to see if she had done enough to satisfy her, but Anjelica made no move to stop her. Grimacing again, Lara gathered more handfuls of horse cum and rubbed it into her face and neck. Anjelica picked up the metal bucket and poured the remaining contents down onto Lara’s head and back, drenching her long dark hair in horse cum. Lara felt completely disgusted and humiliated. She felt like one of those celebrities who’d gotten slimed at the Kids Choice Awards, except that instead of slime, she was covered in warm, sticky horse cum.
With impeccable timing Anjelica burst out laughing, which made Lara feel even worse.
“You look like a glazed donut!” Anjelica said, laughing hysterically.
“Are we done now?” Lara asked through gritted teeth.
“The shower is through there.” Anjelica pointed.
Lara walked through into the next room to the horse rider’s shower. This one actually had a towel inside, as well as soap and shampoo. While Lara washed the horse cum from her battered body and sticky, matted hair, Anjelica was in the next room, packing up the restraints and cargo cables. She would retrieve the hidden cameras later, when she returned. Anjelica hosed down the entire room, washing away all evidence of what had transpired, and then pulled the large grey tarpaulin back over the metal bondage device. When Lara had dried herself off and gotten dressed, Anjelica led her back outside to the black Range Rover and drove her home. Lara was too sore to wear her panties, and she pressed her legs tightly together against the dull throbbing pain of her two abused holes, which had only partially closed. As the car drove down the highway, Lara drifted off into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.
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