The Scandalous Adventures Of Professor Croft | By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 80217 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
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Despite her outrage at Anjelica’s obscene treatment of her in the stables at the horse ranch, the brief respite afforded to her by the younger woman’s conciliatory gesture of a weekend off did Lara’s mental health a world of good. She had a spring in her step, and even the leers and whispered comments of her students couldn’t sour her mood. Her triumph over Dean Walton in Friday’s Sybian sex game also turned out to be fortuitous, because even as late as Monday morning her bettered pussy and asshole still hadn’t fully recovered from being fucked by Anjelica’s horses. Her tortured holes had regained most of their former tightness, but they still felt overly sensitive and raw.
Her minor victory had only bought her a single day’s rest, however, and on Tuesday morning, Lara was once again forced to report to the Dean’s office. In her sexually weakened state, Lara probably would have had difficulty replicating her previous victory over the Dean, but Dean Walton made certain of it by turning up the intensity setting on the Sybian from Low to High. Dean Walton turned out to be just as competitive as Lara, and she hated losing. The humming Sybian made Lara cum in less than a minute, and the vibrations were so powerful that she actually fell off.
Dean Walton Walton took no pity on Lara and made her hop right back onto the Sybian. Lara was virtually in tears from the intense vibrations stimulating her sensitive pussy and clitoris. It took 5 long, agonising minutes of licking and fingering to finally make Dean Walton orgasm. The older woman seemed to be purposefully resisting Lara’s talented oral sex skills, as a way to punish her. When Dean Walton came, her juices left a sticky residue coating Lara’s lips, chin and tongue. Dean Walton deactivated the Sybian and Lara collapsed into an exhausted, sweaty heap on the floor. Soundly defeated, Lara towelled herself off and then went about her day.
Lara still felt weak and sore from her equine gangbang, and she decided that it was best to cancel her Tuesday night and Thursday night dates with Gordon: she didn’t want him seeing her in this sorry state and becoming suspicious. Lara called him up on the phone and told him that she wasn’t feeling well. Lara was surprised by how well he took it: he didn’t try to argue with her at all, although he did sound a little bit preoccupied on the phone. Lara hated having to lie to Gordon, but she didn’t have any other choice; she certainly couldn’t tell him the truth. Lara promised herself that she would make it up to him when the met next week.
Gordon turned up the next Tuesday night with a hand trolley containing two large, heavy cardboard boxes. The picture on the first box showed a modular H-shaped aluminium frame, which bore an uncomfortable resemblance to the metal bondage device that Anjelica had used in the stables almost a week earlier. Lara didn’t object when Gordon began piecing the metal bondage device together in her spare bedroom. She tried to tell herself it was because she felt bad about cancelling on him so many times; but the truth was that the thought of being tied-up and helpless excited her. What is wrong with me, Lara wondered?
The first pieces that Gordon pulled out of the box were four hollow rectangular planks, each about 4 inches wide and 2 inches high. The planks were made from grey heavy gauge aluminium, and they were each about 2 feet long. Gordon pulled another set of T-shaped planks out of the box, which were made of similar hollow tubes but of slightly smaller diameter. The 2 foot long planks fit snugly into place over each end of the T-shaped tubes. The planks appeared to have holes in them to allow them to be bolted together, but Gordon didn’t seem to be in any hurry to secure them yet.
Gordon pulled out another larger diameter plank, about 1 foot long, which joined the two T-shaped planks together to form the H-shape on the front of the box. Gordon bolted an angled piece onto the central plank of the H-frame, into which he installed a square telescoping tube with an oversized oval shaped collar at the end. Gordon pulled out four smaller shackles from the box and bolted them at each corner of the H-frame. Then he told Lara to undress and get down onto all fours on the frame. The H-frame turned out to be fully adjustable, and Gordon spent the next 15 minutes fitting it perfectly to Lara’s body, before bolting the various pieces securely into place.
When he was finished, Lara’s wrists and ankles were securely shackled to either end of the H-frame, with her forearms and shins resting horizontally on top of the planks. Lara’s upper arms and thighs projected upwards at a perfect right angle, and the oversized metal collar atop of the telescoping tube was locked snugly into place over her tiny waist. The H-frame forced Lara’s sexy naked body into a perfect doggy-style position, with her back angled slightly downwards and her heart shaped ass pushed up high into the air. Lara shivered with anticipation, and she could already feel herself growing wet with excitement at her vulnerable and helpless position.
Lara gasped suddenly, as Gordon reached beneath her dangling chest and attached a pair of stainless steel clamps over her nipples. Gordon clipped small steel weights to the clamps, which pulled downwards on Lara’s sensitive nipples and made her flinch with discomfort. Gordon moved in front of Lara’s face and held up a red ball-gag attached to a black Velcro band. Lara tried to hide her excitement, as she opened her mouth and allowed Gordon to press the red ball-gag between her lips, before securing it in place behind her head. Now completely helpless, Lara waited to see what Gordon had in store for her.
Gordon had played this moment over in his head a hundred times during the past week. Part of him wanted to just forget what he had seen in the sex shop, and to pretend that it had never happened; but he couldn’t do that. He had to know why Lara had betrayed him, even if it meant destroying what remained of their relationship. He looked over Lara’s perfect body, now locked helplessly inside the bondage frame. Her large, perfectly shaped breasts were swinging pendulously beneath her chest, pulled slightly lower by the shiny metal weights dangling from her stretched nipples. Her gorgeous round ass was pushed up and back, locked securely into place via the large metal collar that was wrapped around her tiny hourglass waist.
Lara’s long hair was tied up into one of her trademark ponytails, and it hung down from her right shoulder and brushed against the floor. Lara looked beautiful, despite the large red ball-gag pressed inside her open mouth, and she looked up at him with loving eyes. Lying bitch, Gordon thought bitterly! If she loved me, then why was she cheating on me every weekend? For all Gordon knew, this had been going on since before he had even met her. Gordon felt betrayed. Well, today he would get his answers. Today, he would force Lara Croft to tell him why!
“I came to see you last weekend.” Gordon said conversationally, as he started opening the second cardboard box. “I was going to cheer you up. I even brought you flowers.” Gordon said, laughing bitterly.
Lara grunted something into her ball-gag, but Gordon didn’t stop what he was doing. He finished unpacking the contents of the second box, and then wheeled it over to where Lara was helplessly tied. The machine he had unwrapped had four large wheels connected to a 4 foot long, 2 foot wide heavy steel base. Sitting on top of the base was a 3 foot long, 1 foot wide metal cylinder, with two thin pistoning arms sticking out of the front of it. Gordon pushed the device behind Lara and lined it up with her ass. Then he locked the wheels in place to prevent it from moving. Gordon unhurriedly picked up a thin booklet and started skimming through the instructions. Once he was satisfied that he knew what he was doing, he plugged the machine into the wall and started fiddling with the controls. The cylindrical section of the machine slowly scissored upwards from its rectangular base, unfolding like an ironing board. When the cylindrical section was at the same height as Lara’s butt, Gordon halted it and then raised just the rearward pair of scissor arms slightly to give it a subtle downward angle.
Gordon pressed another button and the two thin metal arms projected outwards from the cylinder. He stopped them just before they made contact with Lara’s pussy and asshole, and then made further slight adjustments to the machine until both arms were perfectly aligned with Lara’s holes. Gordon reached into the box and pulled out two 12-inch long smooth metal dildos, which he slid into place over the two thin arms. The dildos were hollow and slid down onto the thin arms before being locked into place via a rotating collar set into their base. The thinner of the two dildos was 1 inch in diameter, and was placed onto the upper arm, opposite Lara’s asshole; while the thicker dildo was 1.5 inches in diameter, and was placed onto the lower arm, opposite Lara’s pussy.
Gordon opened a tube of lubricant and spread a generous amount over the surface of both dildos. Then he accessed the controls again, and the Dildos moved slowly forward. Lara shivered as the two slippery dildos slid seamlessly into her holes. The lower dildo slid about 7.5 inches inside Lara’s pussy and then stopped, obviously having reached her cervix, while the upper dildo slid 11 inches inside Lara’s asshole and then also halted. The machine was designed with different resistance levels, and the dildo in Lara’s asshole had reached its maximum penetration depth; however, the dildo in Lara’s pussy had stopped as soon as it sensed resistance. Gordon made a further adjustment, and the dildo in Lara’s pussy pushed forward another half an inch, pushing inwards against Lara’s cervix.
Lara shook her head in discomfort and groaned, but Gordon was not in a merciful mood. The extra penetration wouldn’t cause her any permanent injury, but Lara would definitely feel it. Gordon pressed a button and both dildos pulled out, until only their very tips were pressing against the entrances to Lara’s holes. Gordon walked back around in front of Lara and removed her ball-gag.
“I saw you get into that blonde girl’s Range Rover. I followed you to that sex shop. Do you want to explain to me what you were doing there, since you told me that you were too sick to see me?” Gordon asked.
“Gordon… I was shopping. I wanted to get some kinky outfits… for us.” Lara lied.
“Wrong answer!” Gordon said, shoving the red ball-gag back inside Lara’s mouth and tying it up again.
Gordon moved back around to the machine and selected the desired program. A green light lit up on top of the machine, as the lower dildo pushed slowly forward into Lara’s pussy. It penetrated 8 inches inside Lara’s pussy, and Lara grunted into her gag, as it pushed uncomfortably against her cervix. When the first dildo started to pull backwards, the second Dildo pushed forward into Lara’s asshole. The second dildo slid a full 11 inches inside Lara’s asshole, reaching its maximum depth just as the dildo in her pussy pulled all of the way out. Then the dildo in her asshole pulled backwards, and the other dildo pushed forward again into her pussy.
The dildos started slowly pistoning in and out of Lara’s holes, each full stroke taking approximately 3 seconds. At the 5 minute mark of the program, a second green light lit up on top of the machine, and the electric motor grew louder as the pistoning arms sped-up. The two dildos accelerated, pistoning in and out of Lara’s holes at a rate of one thrust every second. Lara moaned loudly into her gag, and Gordon could see her pussy juices starting to trickle down her naked inner thighs. Gordon waited patiently for another 5 minutes past, and then watched as the final phase of the machine’s program began.
A third green light lit up on the machine, and the dildos accelerated until they were little more than a metallic blur, sliding in and out of Lara’s pussy and asshole at a rate of 3 times a second. Gordon saw Lara’s whole body shaking, as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Lara moaned and bucked against her restraints, as the unrelenting machine continued to pound the smooth metal dildos in and out of her slippery holes. When the machine reached the end of its selected 15 minute program, the twin pistoning dildos slowed down and then withdrew from Lara’s holes. Lara’s whole body was shaking and her skin was bathed in sweat. Gordon moved around in front of her and removed the ball gag.
“Are you ready to tell me the truth?” Gordon asked her.
“What truth? So I went to a sex shop! So what?” Lara shouted back at him.
“I went inside, Lara! I saw you with your legs sticking out of that wooden booth, fucking anyone with the money to pay for it!” Gordon spat back at her.
Lara was stunned into silence. Gordon knew, she thought!
“Gordon… It’s not what you think…” Lara said.
“Then tell me what it is!” Gordon shouted angrily.
Lara definitely didn’t want Gordon finding out about all of the shameful things Anjelica had made her do. She worried that he would never look at her the same way, if he found out.
“Gordon… it’s complicated…” Lara said.
“Did you ever have genuine feelings for me, or was it all just a lie? Was I just another cock for you to ride whenever you felt horny?” Gordon asked.
“It wasn’t like that!” Lara said. “I do care about you!”
“But not enough to tell me that truth?” Gordon said bitterly.
“I told you, it’s complicated!” Lara argued.
“Really? Well, allow me to make it simpler for you!” Gordon said, before shoving the red ball-gag back inside Lara’s mouth.
Gordon unclipped the small metal weights from Lara’s nipple clamps and replaced them with weights that were 3 times heavier. Lara’s perfect breasts were pulled lower from the added weight, and Lara grunted with discomfort, but Gordon wasn’t done by a longshot. Gordon moved around behind her and removed both of the dildos, discarding the 1 inch wide dildo. He transferred the 1.5 inch wide dildo onto the upper arm, which aligned with Lara’s ass, and then put a new 2 inch wide metal dildo onto the lower arm, which aligned with Lara’s pussy.
Gordon added more lubricant to both dildos, and then Lara heard the motor of the machine restart, as it prepared to commence another program. The lower dildo pushed into Lara’s pussy, causing her to moan into her gag, as her pussy lips were forced apart around it. It slid deep into the channel of Lara’s pussy, expanding her sensitive flesh outwards around it before pressing hard against her cervix, bowing it inwards. When the 2 inch wide dildo pulled backwards, the 1.5 inch wide dildo pressed forward, forcing Lara’s tight asshole to stretch open around it.
The two dildos pistoned in and out of Lara’s holes at a slow and steady pace: when the first dildo was withdrawing, the second dildo pushed forward. The deep penetrations of each dildo caused Lara to gasp around the red ball-gag in her mouth, but it was the middle point of each stroke, when both dildos were half buried inside of her holes, which made Lara moan the loudest. At that point, Lara’s pussy and asshole were both stretched open their widest, and Lara could feel the two dildos rubbing against each other through the thin flesh separating her two holes.
At the 5 minute mark, the volume of the humming motor increased, as did the speed of the machine’s thrusting. Both of the dildos accelerated, pistoning in and out of her holes once per second. Lara’s body started to shake and her muffled moans grew louder. Drool started running down her chin from the ball-gag, and sweat was beading down her naked skin. She could feel another orgasm building inside of her, and she didn’t have any strength left to resist it. Waves of pleasure radiated outwards from her crotch, and her low grunts transformed into a long wordless scream. Lara’s body spasmed uselessly against her restraints, before she went limp,
Lara’s head hung loosely down from her shoulders, and a long line of saliva drooled down from her face towards the floor. She prayed for that thrusting to stop, and had it been a human lover fucking her, he would have; but the pistoning machine was relentless, showing no sign of either fatigue or mercy. The 10 minute mark passed, and Lara moaned pitifully into her gag, as the machine’s engine spooled up to its highest speed. The two dildos pistoning in and out of Lara’s pussy and asshole accelerated until they were pounding in and out of her holes 3 times per second.
Lara’s eyes shot wide open and she arched her back. Her entire body was shacking, and the brutal impacts of the twin dildos made the tight flesh of her round ass cheeks ripple outwards like the surface of a pond. Lara pleaded into her ball-gag for Gordon to stop the machine, but the only sound that came out was muffled, unintelligible moan. Another orgasm rippled through her bettered body, so intense that it was painful. Lara let out a high-pitched squeal that sounded more animal than human, as she came again. The sound was completely alien to her, and it was easily the most undignified noise she had ever made in her life.
Lara’s holes felt so sensitive and raw that every movement of the dildos made her whole body spasm and shake. Her nipples felt numb from the pressure of the clamps pulling down on them, and her pussy and asshole felt obscenely open and exposed. Lara clamped her eyes shut and squealed like a pig, as the endless orgasm rippled through her helpless body.
At the 15 minutes mark, the machine finally spooled down and both dildos pulled out. Gordon walked back around in front of Lara and undid her ball-gag. Lara’s weary and dishevelled face looked up at him. Loose strands of her bedraggled hair were stuck to her forehead, and her lipstick was smeared around the ball-gag. Lara gave him a look of pure hatred that chilled him to the bone.
“When I get out of here, I’m going to kill you!” Lara said menacingly.
Gordon took a deep breath. When he spoke, he was surprised by how calm he sounded. “Tell me everything you’ve been doing behind my back, and then tell me why.” Gordon said.
“It’s none of your bloody business, Gordon! We are not a couple, get it! We’re just fuck buddies! You don’t own me!” Lara shouted back.
“That’s not true though, is it? You told me that you cared about me. So were you lying then, or are you lying now?” Gordon asked calmly.
“I don’t… look, just let me out of here. I promise we can talk about this. I was just joking about killing you.” Lara said.
“Admit what you’ve been doing and tell me why!” Gordon repeated insistently.
Lara looked as if she wanted to speak, but she remained silent.
“Suit yourself.” Gordon said.
“No! Wait… Mmmfffph!” Lara pleaded, before the ball-gag muffled her words.
Gordon removed the metal weights hanging from Lara’s nipples and replaced them with even heavier ones, which pulled her breasts noticeably lower from her body. Then he moved around behind her and removed the dildo attachments from each of the machine’s pistoning arms. He transferred the 2 inch diameter metal dildo onto the upper piston arm, and placed an even larger 2.5 inch diameter metal dildo onto the lower arm. After locking them into place, Gordon squirted lubricant onto each dildo and then re-activated the machine. The 2.5 inch wide dildo pressed forward against Lara’s battered pussy, and then slowly pushed inside.
Lara’s eyes widened and she shook her head, as if her desperate denials could stop the invasion of her pussy. She couldn’t, and Gordon watched in rapt fascination as Lara’s tiny pussy expanded open around the girth of the massive dildo. The metal dildo pushed deeply inside Lara’s stretched pussy, and then started to pull backwards, opening the way for the second dildo to press forward into Lara’s ass. Lara’s sphincter had no chance of stopping the slippery metal dildo, which slid easily inside her well-used asshole, stretching it open around its smooth 2 inch wide shaft. The 12 inch long dildo slid fully inside Lara’s asshole until only a single inch of it was still visible. Then, without pausing, it slid back out again, while the thicker dildo beneath it pushed back inside Lara’s pussy.
Somehow, Lara’s stretched holes still managed to squeeze themselves shut at the end of each stroke, when each of the large metal dildos withdrew. Gordon was impressed by how resilient she was, and even though he was frustrated by her refusal to admit to her betrayal, part of him still admired her stubborn resistance. How was it possible to hate a person and yet still love them at the same time, he wondered? It was all so confusing!
Lara shook her head and screamed futilely into her ball-gag, while the twin dildos continued their slow, relentless penetration of her holes. She had been through this enough times to know that the slow speed of the dildos wouldn’t last for long. A minute later, the machine’s motor grew louder, signalling that it was about to increase its speed. After a slight lag, the twin dildos accelerated until they were pounding in and out of her holes once every second. Lara clamped her eyes shut, as her tired pussy clenched ineffectually around the thick, slippery dildo invading it; while her stretched asshole puckered and spasmed around the second dildo invading the depths of her bowels.
Lara moaned into her gag, as another powerful orgasm rocked her helpless body. Her pussy felt so hypersensitive that the sensation was actually painful. She struggled to resist the sensory overload, as her captive body trembled against her restraints. Lara continued to moan pitifully, not from her current reaming, but at her horror at what she knew what was about to happen next. At the 10 minute mark, the machine’s motor spooled up to its maximum speed, and the dildos accelerated until each of them was penetrating her 3 times per second. Lara squealed into her gag, as another orgasm shook her body. The sensation was too much for her, but the machine was relentless. Lara cried and wailed, and tears ran down her cheeks; thick ropes of drool spilled down form Lara’s lips and chin, and white grool frothed out of Lara’s pussy around the dildo impaling it.
The high speed fucking seemed to go on for an eternity, before the machine finally slowed to a halt. Gordon walked back around and removed her gag. The Lara that now looked up at him was a dishevelled, sobbing mess.
“Please… no more.” Lara begged, shocked at how desperate she sounded.
“Then tell me why!” Gordon insisted.
“I’m being blackmailed, Ok? Are you happy now? Someone installed hidden cameras in my office – well, not just my office; a lot of offices. They’ve been using the videos to blackmail teachers into giving them free grades and unearned credits.” Lara explained.
“What does that have to do with you having sex with random men in a sex shop?” Gordon asked.
“It’s the Sorority girl who’s been blackmailing me – she’s insane! She’s been forcing me to do things.” Lara said.
“What’s her name?” Gordon asked.
“I can’t tell you that. She’ll ruin me if she ever finds out I talked.” Lara said.
“What other things has she made you do?” Gordon asked.
“I can’t…” Lara said.
Gordon nodded and reached for the gag again.
“Wait… Mmmfffph…” Lara said as the gag was pushed back into her mouth and tied securely behind her head.
Gordon removed the weights from Lara’s breasts and brought out the heaviest set he had. Lara grunted loudly as her nipples were pulled forcefully away from her body. Her formerly perfect breasts lost their perky round shape, and now hung down from her chest like stretched, saggy tubes of flesh. Gordon walked around behind her and swapped out the dildos one final time. He moved the massive 2.5 inch wide dildo onto the upper piston arm and then reached into the box and pulled out a truly enormous 12 inch long, 3 inch wide dildo, which he attached to the lower arm. This was the largest of the metal dildos that came with the piston machine, and Gordon worried about what he would do if Lara still didn’t break.
Gordon lubricated both dildos and then started up the machine. Lara grunted loudly, as the 3 inch wide dildo pushed apart her pussy lips and slid inside. Her eyes widened and she jerked forward against her bonds, as the dildo pushed deeper inside her, forcing her pussy to expand open around it. When it bottomed out inside of her and began its rearward journey, the second dildo pushed forward into her asshole. Lara moaned loudly, as the only slightly smaller 2.5 inch wide dildo pushed inside her well-used asshole. The dildo in Lara’s pussy was equally as wide as the largest of the horse cocks that had mounted her 10 days earlier, and the dildo in her pussy was larger again.
Both of Lara’s holes were being stretched open to capacity, but unlike when she had been mounted and fucked by the horses, one at a time, this time she was being double penetrated by the two monstrous dildos simultaneously. Lara had never felt so stretched and full, and she moaned pitifully in anticipation of what would come next. After 5 minutes of slow, steady fucking, the machine increased its speed. Lara started cuming almost immediately, crying into her ball-gag as an endless orgasm washed over her. Lara’s well-used holes gave up any semblance of resistance and gaped wide open around the enormously thick metal dildos pistoning in and out of them. Unable to move, Lara hung powerlessly against her restraints, as her pussy and asshole were relentlessly stretched and pounded by the twin dildos.
Time passed and Lara started to sob, anticipating the final stage of the dildo machine’s program. Tears were streaming down her face, causing her eyeliner and mascara to run down her cheeks in ugly black lines. Thick lines of drool were dribbling down Lara’s chin, and a constant flow of pussy juices were dripping down Lara’s inner thighs and drenching the ground beneath her. Right on schedule, the whining from the machine’s motor grew louder and the twin dildos accelerated to their maximum speed. Lara’s entire body convulsed, as the dildos became little more than two large metallic blurs, pounding mercilessly in and out of her gaping holes.
The sensation of the two enormous dildos rubbing against each other through the thin flesh separating her pussy and asshole was driving her insane. Lara orgasmed again and again, or perhaps it was one long, continuous orgasm. She couldn’t tell, and her mind was too broken to ponder it. Lara screamed and she moaned; she begged and she pleaded, she cried and she squealed. She prayed she would lose consciousness and black out, but she wasn’t that lucky. Lara had to endure every agonising, ecstatic second of the sexual torture, and by the end of it, she was completely limp and broken.
Lara didn’t look so pretty now, Gordon thought as he deactivated the dildo machine: Lara’s once tight asshole was gaping open 1.5 inches wide, and her formerly tight pussy was a sloppy, gaping mess, red raw and dripping with frothy grool; Lara’s naked body was bathed in perspiration and stank of sweat; her perfect breasts had been pulled so low by the weighted nipple clamps that they now resembled a pair of sagging cow udders; Lara’s beautiful face was flushed and streaked with makeup, and her lipstick was smudged sluttily around her mouth. Dark lines marred her cheeks, where her tears had caused her eyeliner and mascara to run, and her chin was coated in a sticky layer of saliva and drool. No, Gordon thought, Lara definitely didn’t look pretty anymore. Gordon stepped forward and removed the ball-gag.
“Please… no more.” The formerly proud tomb raider begged.
“Tell me everything you did.” Gordon said.
Lara groaned pitifully and then started speaking.
“Anjelica blackmailed me with videos of us having sex in my office. She made me enrol a bunch of her Sorority Sisters in my classes and give them free grades, even though they never did any work or attended a single lecture. She also made me model for an embarrassing swimsuit calendar. I made her a bet to try and get out of it, but I lost and they started blackmailing me for sex. I was made to go down on all of the Sorority Sisters while they fisted me. Later Anjelica made me get gangbanged by frat boys while wearing a latex pig suit, and I had to suck the cocks of students at a glory hole.” Lara told him, blushing with shame as she spoke.
“She also made were wear slutty clothing to work, and I had to wear a swimsuit and pose for degrading photos with students at the Princeton Festival. Dean Walton found out about the altered grades and started blackmailing me to go down on her every morning, while riding a Sybian. She made it a competition: if I can make her cum before I do, then I get the next day off. In order to make Anjelica leave me alone, I made a deal with her to be her sex slave every Saturday until the end of the semester. She made me have a gangbang with students in one of the University toilet blocks. Then she made me have sex with strangers in the sex shop where you saw me.” Lara said.
Gordon took in everything that Lara said. Part of him felt Angry at Anjelica for tormenting his lover, but another part of him was undeniably aroused by the sordid acts that Lara had been forced to participate in. Gordon got the feeling that Lara was still holding something back, so he pressed on with his questioning.
“What haven’t you told me?” Gordon said.
“Please, Gordon, I can’t.” Lara said.
“Tell me everything!” Gordon insisted.
“If I tell you, you’ll never look at me the same again. I don’t want to lose you.” Lara sobbed.
Gordon looked into her eyes and saw that she meant it. Gordon reached out and tenderly stroked Lara’s messy face.
“I love you, Lara. Nothing will change that, but you have to tell me everything.” Gordon said.
“Anjelica took me to a horse ranch. She told me that I’d be getting gangbanged by a bunch of country yokels. She tied me up in a bondage device, but instead of men, she led out horses. She had them mount me, one after another. There were dozens of them. That’s why I had to cancel all of those dates with you: I was too sore from the horse sex.” Lara said softly.
Lara waited in silence for Gordon to respond to the disgusting things she had just confessed.
“I have one last question to ask you: do you love me?” Gordon asked.
“Yes.” Lara answered, and was surprised to find that she meant it.
It felt like a weight being lifted from her shoulders to finally admit it. Gordon reached down and unclipped the weighted clamps from Lara’s nipples. Lara gasped as the blood suddenly returned to her stretched nipples, but she was relieved to see her perky breasts regain their shape and bounce back up against her chest. Next, Gordon undid her ankle and wrist restraints. Lara tried to stand, but she was too weak from her sexual abuse, and collapsed onto the ground. Gordon placed a gentle arm around her back and helped carry her towards the bedroom. Gordon pulled back the sheets and lay Lara down onto her bed, still not saying anything.
“Please don’t leave me.” Lara whispered.
Gordon leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
“Never.” Gordon said, before stripping naked and climbing into bed beside her. Lara curled up into a foetal position, while Gordon spooned her comfortingly.
“I’m familiar with Dean Walton, but I’ve never heard of this Anjelica. What can you tell me about her?” Gordon asked as they lay together in bed.
“She’s the president of the Delta Pi Sorority, and her parents are apparently very wealthy, although I don’t know anything about them.” Lara said dreamily.
“What’s her family name?” Gordon asked.
“Du Pont.” Lara said.
Gordon recognised the name and sat bolt upright. The Du Pont family were the major shareholders of Du Pont Chemicals, one of the largest producers of plastics and chemicals in the world. Their biggest competitor was Dow Chemicals, a company in which his own family were the major shareholder. The Du Ponts had been trying to engineer a merger between the two companies for years. Such a merger, if it went ahead, would create the largest chemical company in the world, with a market share large enough to dominate all of its competitors. It would also cause a boom in the stock price that would make all of the existing shareholders very wealthy indeed – which was why the Du Ponts were in favour of it. Gordon’s father was the main impediment to such a deal. He didn’t want to lose control of the company that his family had helped to build, and he had enough support on the company board to effectively veto any merger deals.
“Anjelica Du Pont is the daughter of my father’s biggest rival. That complicates things…” Gordon said thoughtfully.
“Complicates what?” Lara asked, now fully awake.
“My plan to save you from your blackmailers.” Gordon said, smiling boyishly.
“Gordon, these are powerful people. Every time I’ve tried to get out from under their thumbs, I just end up getting myself buried deeper in trouble.” Lara said.
Gordon stroked her face soothingly.
“I promise you that I’ll get you out of this mess, but you have to do something for me in return.” Gordon said seriously.
“What?” Lara asked.
“A few weeks from now, I’m going to ask you to do something for me, and you have to say yes. That’s my price for helping you.” Gordon said cryptically.
What thing, Lara wondered. Her mind filled with shameful images of deviant sexual acts, and she was ashamed to feel herself becoming excited by the possibilities. What obscene thing would Gordon want her to do, she wondered? Would he film it? Would she just be trading one blackmailer for another? Despite her concerns, Lara loved Gordon, and at that point, she would have done almost anything to free herself from Anjelica’s perverted clutches.
“I agree.” Lara said, wrapping her arms around Gordon’s neck and drawing him into a passionate kiss.
They didn’t make love that night: Lara was too sore from being fucked by the dildo machine. Gordon left early the next morning, kissing Lara tenderly on the lips before he departed. Lara ate her breakfast, dressed and walked to work. Lara’s short skirt and high heels drew the usual stares from other pedestrians and the occasional honk from a passing car. Lara had mostly gotten used to being viewed as a sexual object. It was early morning and the corridors of the Archaeology Building were still deserted. Lara walked upstairs and collected a towel from her office, before heading to her morning appointment with Dean Walton.
Lara knocked on Dean Walton’s office door and waited.
“Come in.” The Dean said.
Lara entered and then locked the door behind her. Dean Walton looked up from her computer and smiled.
“You’re early this morning.” Dean Walton commented.
It was true. Lara knew that Dean Walton normally arrived at work well before 8.00am, so she decided to get their sexual game out of the way early, in the hope that it would give her some extra time to recover before her first class. Without prompting, Lara began to undress, neatly folding her skirt, shirt and underwear over one of the leather chairs. Dean Walton pulled the Sybian from her filing cabinet, but then stopped. Dean Walton was staring down at Lara’s smoothly shaven pussy.
“What in the world have you been doing?” Dean Walton asked.
Lara blushed as the Dean bent down to examine her red, puffy pussy lips, which had still not completely recovered from being stretched and pounded by Gordon’s dildo machine.
“Well? I asked you a question, Lara!” Dean Walton said.
Lara really didn’t want to tell Dean Walton about her sexual torture at the hands of Gordon. In fact, Lara didn’t want Dean Walton finding out about Gordon at all, in case she tried to somehow use him against her.
“I… uhhh… I was trying out a new dildo last night. I might have overdone it.” Lara lied.
“Really? You dirty little minx! I’m curious now: what kind of dildo was it?” Dean Walton asked, grinning broadly.
“A horse dildo.” Lara said suddenly, and then cursed herself as soon as the words left her mouth.
What could have possibly possessed her to say that, she wondered? Was it a Freudian slip? For several nights in a row, Lara had vivid dreams of being mounted and bred by stallions. The dreams always ended the same way: she was impregnated by the stallions and ended up giving birth to a centaur on live television, which was broadcast around the world. The first few times she had the dream, Lara awoke in a cold sweat, but later on, she was ashamed to admit that she actually woke up feeling strangely aroused.
“Really, a horse dildo? You really are a kinky girl, aren’t you?” Dean Walton grinned. “But why a horse didlo?” she asked.
“I… ummm… like the size.” Lara said, turning bright red with embarrassment.
“So, you’re a size queen: that’s perfect!” Dean Walton said.
Dean Walton placed the Sybian back inside her filing cabinet drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.
“I’m a bit of a size queen myself, but it’s been so hard to find someone else who shares my interests.” Dean Walton said.
Lara swallowed heavily. She had a bad feeling about where this was going. Dean Walton undressed herself and then moved around the desk to where Lara was standing.
“Lie down and spread your legs.” Dean Walton said.
Lara reluctantly obeyed. Dean Walton saw her hesitation and smiled reassuringly.
“Don’t worry. I promise I’ll be gentle.” Dean Walton said.
The Dean knelt down between Lara’s splayed legs and squirted a generous amount of lubricant into her hand. She rubbed the gooey lubricant into Lara’s red pussy lips, and then pushed forward experimentally with her fingers. Lara’s pussy still felt extremely tender and sensitive, and she gasped audibly, as the Dean’s middle finger and forefinger pushed inside her. Lara’s well-used pussy didn’t offer the slightest resistance, and the Dean was able to push her two fingers inside all the way up to her knuckles. Dean Walton pushed a third finger inside of Lara’s sopping wet pussy and again she met no resistance.
“You’ve got such a tight little body, Lara; I guess I just assumed that your pussy would be tight as well.” Dean Walton commented.
Lara blushed with shame at Dean Walton’s insulting remarks. The Dean added a fourth finger, and then started spearing her hand in and out of Lara’s gaping pussy. Lara bit her lower lip and moaned at the pleasant sensation it caused. Dean Walton inserted her thumb inside Lara’s pussy and pushed forward. Lara’s weakened pussy muscles put up very little resistance, and expanded open around Dean Walton’s hand.
“You’re so loose, Lara! I can see why you have to resort to using a horse dildo.” Dean Walton teased.
Lara tried to ignore the hurtful words, but they wormed their way into her mind, and she worried that they might be true. Dean Walton started spearing her hand in and out of Lara’s gaping pussy. Lara’s pussy lips stretched open around the Dean’s knuckles and then hugged her wrist, while the Dean’s fingers brushed against Lara’s sensitive cervix. Lara cried out and arched her back, and the room was filled with the slutty sounds of Lara’s moaning and the wet noises of Dean Walton’s hand squelching in and out of her pussy.
Barbara Walton marvelled at how soft and compliant Lara’s pussy was: it looked so small and tight from the outside, yet as soon as she applied the slightest pressure with her hand, Lara’s pussy stretched and expanded like it was made of rubber. The sight of the proud English aristocrat’s pussy opening and closing around her hand was mesmerising. Dean Walton hadn’t been lying when she told Lara that she had a fetish for fisting – both giving and receiving – but it was such an extreme kink that she found it difficult to find other lesbians who shared it.
Lara’s pussy was growing wetter and wetter, and it started making sloppy sucking sounds each time Dean Walton speared her hand inside it. Dean Walton looked up and saw Lara’s face blushing with excitement, while her magnificent chest rose and fell in time with her breathing. Lara’s moaning grew louder, as Dean Walton continuously pumped her hand in and out between Lara’s delicate pussy lips. Lara’s pussy felt like a soft, warm glove around her hand, snuggly gripping her wrist and knuckles with each insertion. Dean Walton would never have believed that such a petite woman as Lara Croft would be able to withstand this sort of abuse; but her wet pussy seemed to just beg for more, and that’s exactly what Dean Walton gave her.
Lara shuddered from the now all too familiar feeling of another woman’s hand buried wrist deep inside of her. She blushed with shame at the wet squelching sounds that her pussy was making, and her own wanton gasps and moans that reverberated around the room. Lara felt the fingers of the hand lodged inside her pussy start curling themselves into a fist.
“Wait!” Lara groaned, as she felt the Dean pull her hand backwards.
Lara arched her back, as the Dean’s clenched fist slowly pulled out from her stretched pussy. Lara felt her delicate pussy lips being pulled outwards from her body, as they distended around the widest part of the Dean’s fist. Lara looked down between her legs and saw her pussy lips bulging outwards obscenely around the Dean’s fist. Lara tried to relax her muscles, but her pussy instinctively tried to grip the hand invading it. Lara’s pussy lips were pulled further and further out from her body until they stretched more than an inch out from her crotch. The sight reminded Lara of the rubber seal around a toilet plunger, and she recoiled at the wrongness of it.
Dean Walton’s powerfully muscled arm pulled harder, and Lara’s gaping pussy finally released its grip on her hand. Lara felt her pussy lips slowly squeezing shut, but Dean Walton didn’t give them the chance to finish. With her fist still clenched, Dean Walton pressed forward again into Lara’s gaping pussy. Lara’s partially closed pussy lips caved inwards around the Dean’s hand, pressing more than an inch inside her body before finally stretching open wide enough to admit the Dean’s large fist. Dean Walton pressed forward until her knuckles made contact with the back of Lara’s pussy.
Displaced air from inside Lara’s gaping pussy escaped outwards from around the Dean’s thick wrist, making an embarrassingly loud queef sound. The noise horrified the sophisticated English Countess, who had never before heard her pussy fart in such a disgusting manner. Lara’s stretched pussy lips hugged the Dean’s knuckles as she pulled back, before releasing their grip with a sloppy sucking sound. The Dean immediately pushed her clenched fist forward again, and Lara’s gaping pussy made another obscenely loud queefing sound. Dean Walton’s fist was much larger than Anjelica’s, or any of the other Sorority girls, and her greater strength meant that she could fist her hand in and out of Lara’s stretched pussy with much greater speed.
The Dean relentless pistoned her fist in and out of Lara’s gaping pussy, filling the room with disgusting pussy farting noises. Lara had never felt more embarrassed and humiliated in her life. She was a beautiful aristocrat, used to projecting an image of elegance, class and refinement; but there was nothing refined or elegant about the loud farting sounds that her pussy was making each time the older woman fisted it. They were not sounds that should ever have come from a lady, much less a noble Countess like herself. Even worse though was the way that her body was responding to the brutal fisting of her pussy. The Dean’s knuckles were pressing against her G-spot, and the impacts against her cervix were reverberating pleasantly all the way into Lara’s womb.
Lara moaned and unconsciously started lifting her hips off the floor to match the Dean’s thrusts. Lara’s entire body shook, as a powerful orgasm exploded inside her. She arched her back and moaned loudly. The Dean increased the pace of her fisting, and Lara vainly wrapped her hands around the Dean’s thick wrist to try and slow it down, but it was futile. Even with both hands, Lara’s strength was no match for the muscular Dean, who continued to slide her fist in and out of Lara’s sloppy pussy without slowing. Lara screamed, as the feelings coming from her sensitive pussy become too much for her to bear. She collapsed backwards onto the floor, twitching and convulsing. The Dean finally slowed her fisting, and then pulled her hand out.
Dean Walton marvelled at how wide Lara’s pussy had become. It was gaping open almost 2 inches wide, and Barbara could see all the way inside to Lara’s tiny cervix. Dean Walton had only been with three other women who had allowed her to fist them, but none of them had ever gaped open this wide. Perhaps the most surprising of all was how Lara’s pussy could still look as tight as it did, given its almost magical ability to stretch open to such an obscene degree. Even now, Lara’s pussy lips were slowly beginning to clench shut. Dean Walton watched in awe for almost a full minute, as Lara’s pussy slowly squeezed shut and returned to its formerly tight appearance. Aside from the redness of her pussy lips, there was no indication that Lara’s pussy had been gaping open wide enough to accept the blunt end of a wine bottle just a few minutes earlier.
“My turn.” Dean Walton said, sitting down and spreading her legs apart.
Lara crawled forward between her splayed thighs and pushed two fingers inside Dean Walton’s pussy. Dean Walton tossed her the tube of lubricant.
“Keep your fingers like this.” Dean Walton said, pushing her fingers together like a spear to demonstrate. “I can’t take a full fist like you. I’m not whore.” Dean Walton added snidely.
Lara blushed at the insult, but resignedly squirted lubricant onto her hand and then slid two fingers inside the Dean’s neatly trimmed pussy. Dean Walton bit her lower lip and sighed contentedly as she felt Lara’s dainty fingers poking in and out of her pussy.
“More.” Dean Walton breathed.
Lara added a third finger, sliding all three digits in and out of Dean Walton’s well-lubricated hole. Dean Walton felt her warm pussy relaxing from the pleasant feeling of Lara’s invading fingers.
“More.” Dean Walton moaned.
Lara added a fourth finger, and Dean Walton felt her hand pushing deeper inside her pussy. Lara’s knuckles disappeared between the Dean’s hairy pussy lips, as she pushed inside up to her thumb. Dean Walton shuddered with pleasure as she felt Lara’s soft fingertips brush against her sensitive cervix.
“Keep going like that for a while.” Dean Walton said.
Lara slid her speared fingers in and out of Dean Walton’s slippery pussy. She felt the older woman’s pussy muscles slowly loosening up, as they relaxed in response to Lara’s repeated thrusts. The Dean was becoming incredibly wet, and Lara had trouble telling where the lubricant ended and the Dean’s thick pussy juices began.
“More.” Dean Walton whispered in-between her loud moans.
Lara tucked in her thumb and pushed forward. It felt so weird, pushing her hand inside of another person. She was surprised by her reluctance, given how many times she had been on the receiving end of this sort of behaviour. Lara pushed forward and met a lot of resistance from the Dean’s powerful pussy muscles, which turned out to be a lot tighter than her own. Lara blushed at that thought: she used to be proud of her tight little pussy; she used to need foreplay to get herself ready for sex; now her pussy was so well-used that she could fuck anyone at the drop of a hat. The sex still felt good, both for her and her lover, but Lara worried that the changes to her body were representative of the broader changes that had occurred to her personality. Lara could feel herself slowly transforming from the elegant and cultured aristocratic Lady that she had been, into a lewd and wanton slut, for whom no sexual act was too depraved or debased. Was her body merely adapting itself to better suit her new position in life: that of a common whore?
All of these thoughts ran through Lara’s intelligent mind, as she speared her hand in and out of Dean Walton’s sopping pussy. The going was tough. Lara was an extremely fit young woman, but her upper body strength was nowhere near that of the muscular Dean, and she could feel her arm beginning to fatigue. Just when she thought that she might have to swap hands, the Dean finally moaned and started cuming. Lara instinctively bent forward and starting licking and sucking on the Dean’s clit. She cursed herself as soon as she started, but it was too late to stop. The Dean’s powerful hands wrapped around Lara’s head and held her in place, so Lara had no choice but to continue caressing the Dean’s clit with her tongue.
When Dean Walton finally finished orgasming, she stood up and wiped off her sweaty body with the towel that Lara had brought with her. She paid particular attention to cleaning the pussy juices soaking her inner thighs and crotch, before throwing the soiled towel to Lara. Lara stared at it distastefully, but then used it to wipe down her own sweaty body, so that she could get dressed. Lara looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 8.45am. Her first class would be starting in 15 minutes.
“That was incredible, Lara. I never knew that you were so talented!” Dean Walton said as she dressed.
“Err, thanks… I guess?” Lara said noncommittally.
“I have so many things I want to try out with you next week. Tell me, have you ever heard of something called an Ovipositor?” Dean Walton asked.
Lara shook her head.
“Then you’re in for a treat!” Dean Walton said happily.
Lara frowned. Whenever one of her blackmailers suddenly got excited about something, it was never good news, but there wasn’t really anything Lara could do about it. At least it was Friday, so she wouldn’t have to worry about the Dean’s plans for her until Monday morning. Lara dressed back in her revealing work clothes, gathered up her wet towel and then unlocked the door to Dean Walton’s office. Dean Walton spoke to her just as she was walking out the door.
“Oh, I almost forgot to mention it. Professor Picardo’s Feminist Posters went up yesterday; they’re in every male toilet on campus.” Dean Walton said, chuckling as if at some private joke.
Lara’s face paled. She had almost forgotten about the degrading pictures that Professor Picardo had taken of her. Lara had been forced to pose in a swimsuit, with her body covered in horribly insulting body writing. Professor Picardo had said that the posters were necessary to help raise awareness and combat the objectification of women, but Lara suspected that he was really just a misogynistic pervert, who used feminism as an excuse to indulge himself. Lara left the room and walked back down the deserted corridor towards her office. She was about to unlock the door when she stopped. She glanced further down the corridor to where the entrance of the mens toilets sat. Curiosity got the better of her, and Lara felt herself walking quickly towards the mens toilets.
When she reached the toilet door, she looked around the corridor to make sure that she was alone, and then quietly stepped inside. Inside was a typical University toilet block, with large grey tiles on the floor and white subway tiles on the walls. There was a row of white basins with a large mirror above them, set against the nearest wall. Opposite the basins were a row of white toilet stalls, and there was a line of urinals placed against the far wall. Lara looked around the room but she couldn’t see any posters anywhere. Perhaps Dean Walton was just teasing her, Lara thought? On impulse, she decided to step inside one of the toilet stalls. There were no posters on the inside of the cubical, just bare white walls. Lara turned around and closed the door.
Lara turned bright red when she saw what was hanging from the back of the toilet stall’s door. On the back of the door was an almost life-sized poster of her. The poster was 5 feet high and 2 feet wide and took up the entire surface of the stall’s door. It was printed in glossy high definition colour, and looked so lifelike that it was chilling. On the poster was a picture of Lara posing in a black bikini. The upper portion of her face, above her nose, had been cropped out by a banner that read IT’S NOT OK TO OBJECTIFY WOMEN in bold capital letters, but the picture was easily recognisable as her.
The worst part of the picture was not the sexy bikini, but rather the degrading handwriting that was scrawled across her skin in black marker. ASS TO MOUTH was written across her left cheek, with 7 tally marks next to it, implying that this number of men had fucked her mouth. CUM HERE, was written across her right cheek, with a dark arrow pointing towards her lips. Across her chest, just above the upper curves of her breasts, was written COCK SUCKER, and across her stomach, just above her belly button, was written FREE FUCK. Just above the crotch of her bikini bottoms was written PUSSY with 9 tally marks next to it, implying lewdly that this number of men had fucked her pussy. Across her upper thighs was written BREED ME and RAPE ME, and partially visible across her hips was written 3 HOLE WHORE and ANAL SLUT.
Lara felt physically ill. Her relationship with her students had already deteriorated to the point where she doubted they still respected her as a teacher and academic, and this would just make things worse. Lara left the toilet stall and walked into the next one. On the back of that door was another full length poster of Lara – this one showing her from behind. Once again, the words “IT’S NOT OK TO OBJECTIFY WOMEN” were printed across her cropped out head in bold capital letters. At least this version of the poster didn’t show her face, but Lara felt uncomfortable about the way it seemed to draw the eyes down to her shapely round buttocks, whose outline was clearly visible through the thin material of the black bikini.
Written across Lara’s upper thighs, just under her tight bikini bottoms, were the words CUM SLUT and FUCK TOY. Just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms was written ANAL with 12 tally marks written next to it, implying that this many men had fucked her up the ass. Lara blushed as she realised that this number was probably 4 or 5 times lower than her actual total by now. In the middle of her back, in line with her tiny waist, was written GANGBANG QUEEN across two lines, while across her shoulders was written CUM DUMPSTER. Lara turned bright red as she remembered that this was the insulting name Anjelica had given her during her humiliating time pledging for the Delta Pi Sorority.
Lara stepped outside of the cubical and was about to walk towards the toilet door, when she heard someone coming. Lara panicked and rushed inside the nearest toilet stall and locked the door. She held her breath and waited. She heard the door to the toilet swing open and two male students walked inside. The first student walked past her toilet stall towards the far wall, and Lara heard him using one of the urinals a short time later. The second student walked into the stall two rows down from her, but then abruptly left it and walked into the stall right next to her.
“What’s wrong? Toilet blocked?” The student at the urinal asked.
“Nah, I’m just going to pay my respects to Professor Slut-Croft. I prefer the posters that show her from behind. Damn, she’s got a fine ass!” The student in the stall commented back.
The first student chuckled in response. Lara felt shocked when she heard the distinct, meaty slapping sounds of the student in the toilet stall masturbating. She was shocked to realise that he must be masturbating to her poster on the back of the toilet door. Lara heard the first student wash his hands and walk back towards the door.
“Don’t be late. Class starts in 5 minutes.” The first student said.
“I never take long staring at this sexy ass! Besides, I can’t concentrate in Slut-Croft’s classes unless I get my rocks off beforehand.” The masturbating student told his friend.
“You are really weird, you know that!” The first student replied, and Lara heard the toilet door swing shut as he left.
Lara felt decidedly uncomfortable, as she was forced to listen in silence while her student masturbated just a few feet away from her. His moans grew louder as he approached orgasm, and the fleshy slapping sounds of his jerking increased in tempo. A minute later, Lara heard the student turn around an ejaculate into the toilet bowl. Lara felt somehow cheapened, as if the student had vicariously used her. She heard the student give a contented sigh and flush the toilet, before exiting the stall. He washed his hands and walked out of the toilet block. Lara waited for a minute, and then cautiously exited her toilet stall. She crept towards the door and cracked it open. The corridor outside seemed to be deserted, and Lara dashed out the door and headed towards her office.
She checked her phone and saw that she was running late. The corridor was empty because all of the students were already in class. Lara collected her notes and ran towards her first lecture. Lara’s high heels clicked loudly against the laminated floor, and her large breasts bounced majestically against her chest, barely contained by the black push up bra underneath her low-cut shirt. When she reached her lecture theatre, she saw about 30 students were present. They all stopped speaking and immediately stared in her direction.
“Sorry I’m late!” Lara said, feeling flustered at being late.
She walked across the room and felt every set of eyes following her. Many of the students started filming her on their phones, and Lara felt that something was wrong. She looked down and was horrified to see that the act of running had caused her grey miniskirt to rise up over her hips. The crotch of Lara’s black panties was fully visible under the bunched-up hem of her skirt. Lara instinctively moved her hands down over the crotch and turned around to shield her panties from her students; but all this accomplished was to flash her naked, G-string bisected buttocks at them instead.
Lara blushed heavily and straightened out her skirt, pulling it back down to cover up her black panties. She tried to shrug off the wardrobe malfunction and get on with her lecture, but she could already see the students texting videos and screen captures to their friends. Lara’s heart sank when she realised that pictures of this latest embarrassing episode would probably be circulating all around campus by the end of the day. Lara ignored the whispers and smirking faces of her students and gave her hour long lecture, before dismissing the class. Lara walked to her next lecture, shooting venomous stares at any students that dared to laugh in her presence. The rest of the day crawled by, and Lara was glad when it was finally over. It was Friday afternoon and the weekend beckoned.
Anjelica picked Lara up outside her building on Saturday morning. As the black Range Rover drove away, Lara turned and addressed her younger tormentor.
“I’m not letting you tie me up again, Anjelica. I can’t trust you anymore.” Lara said.
Anjelica held up her hands in a sign of conciliation.
“All that bondage stuff was starting to get boring, anyway. I’ve got something nice and easy planned for you, to ease you back into the swing of things.” Anjelica said.
Lara looked at her dubiously, not trusting Anjelica’s assurances in the slightest.
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