The Scandalous Adventures Of Professor Croft | By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 80099 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, Lara Croft or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story. |
Earlier that morning, around the same time that Lara and Anjelica were arriving at the beach, Gordon Davis was busy executing his own plans. Gordon had paid thousands of dollars for a team of private investigators to dig up dirt on each of Lara’s blackmailers. Now he would make use of that information. Gordon exited his taxi, tipping the driver handsomely to wait around outside until he was finished with his meeting. Then he walked up the manicured path to the front door of the Delta Pi Sorority House.
Gordon rang the doorbell and a few seconds later a young, nerdy-looking redhead answered the door.
“I’m here to see Whitney.” Gordon said.
The redhead turned around and shouted back inside the house.
“Whitney, there’s some guy here to see you!” she shouted.
A moment later, a voluptuous young African American woman with curly shoulder-length black hair arrived in the doorway, wearing a grey t-shirt and black leggings.
“Can I help you?” Whitney asked.
“I need to talk to you about Anjelica.” Gordon said.
“What about her?” Whitney asked.
“She’s blackmailing Professor Croft into doing things and it needs to stop!” Gordon said forcefully.
“Whitney, you said Anjelica promised to stop!” The redhead objected.
“Kari, I’ll deal with this!” Whitney told the redhead, before turning her attention back to Gordon.
“What’s your interest in all this?” Whitney asked.
“I’m Professor Croft’s boyfriend.” Gordon said, feeling himself blush as he said the words aloud for the first time.
“Are you sure, because most guys don’t refer to their girlfriends as Professor?” Whitney said.
Kari giggled.
“I’m Lara’s boyfriend, and I want Anjelica to stop her cruel games before Lara gets hurt!” Gordon said more forcefully.
“Wait… you’re the guy from the videos in Professor Croft’s office – the one with the enormous…” Kari started to say.
“I think we should talk somewhere more private, Kari!” Whitney said, cutting her off.
The two college girls led Gordon inside the Sorority House and closed the door behind him. Being a Saturday morning, most of the other girls were out competing in extracurricular sports, or were sleeping-in after a night of partying. The girls took Gordon into a small sitting room and locked the door behind them.
“So, what’s she been doing?” Whitney asked.
Gordon relayed the story of how Anjelica had secretly continued to blackmail Lara into more and more degrading behaviour. He deliberately left out the incident with the horses, but he told them the sordid tales of gloryholes and gangbangs. Whitney and Kari listened in silence until he finished. They didn’t ask any questions or try to interrupt him, but their faces betrayed their concern.
“Damn it, Anjelica! Why do you have to be so difficult?” Whitney shouted in exasperation.
“I’d rather not have to go to the authorities. The scandal of that would hurt everyone, including Lara.” Gordon said.
Gordon was bluffing about going to the authorities, but he hoped that the threat of a public scandal would motivate Anjelica’s friends to intervene on Lara’s behalf.
“Anjelica’s not a bad person.” Whitney said apologetically. “She just gets obsessed sometimes, and she doesn’t fucking understand when she’s taking something too fucking far!”
“So, what do we do about this?” Kari asked.
“I’d like you to get in contact with Anjelica and convince her to meet with me.” Gordon said.
“That shouldn’t be a problem, but what then? I love Anjelica like a sister, but she can be a stubborn bitch when she doesn’t get her own way, and she hates being told what to do.” Whitney said.
“I’m going to present her with a carrot and a stick. Her family has been trying to arrange a business merger with mine for years – the deal would make billions for both families, which Anjelica would stand to inherit.” Gordon said.
Whitney thought silently for a moment.
“That could work… Anjelica loves being able to brag about how much money her family has; and if you allowed her to claim the merger was her idea, it would get her back into her daddy’s good graces.” Whitney said.
“That’s obviously the carrot, so what’s the stick?” Kari asked.
“I need you guys to convince her that I’m serious about going to the authorities. She’ll believe it if it comes from her best friends. Tell her that the scandal would be terrible for her family’s reputation and cost her father billions in lost contracts. Maybe also suggest that her father might cut her off as punishment.” Gordon said.
“You’ve been doing your research. Anjelica’s been on a short leash since that stunt she pulled last year, and her father’s been threatening to disown her if she screws up again.” Whitney said.
Whitney thought for a moment and then continued.
“Alright, leave me your number. I’ll call Anjelica and arrange a meeting. Hopefully we can get this whole situation sorted before anything else bad happens!” Whitney said.
Feeling more upbeat, Gordon left the Delta Pi Sorority House and took a short 5 minute taxi ride to the Princeton University Archaeology Building. His investigators told him that Dean Barbara Walton was a dedicated educator and often came into work on Saturday mornings to catch-up on paperwork. He walked upstairs to the Dean’s office and knocked on the door.
“Yes?” Dean Walton asked, swinging open the door.
Dean Walton was a physically imposing woman: she stood at least 3 inches taller than Gordon and was far more muscular. Her dossier said that she had competed in powerlifting and wrestling at college, and he could easily believe it. In fact, Gordon suspected that she could probably have picked him up like Bane picking Batman and snapped him in half, should she so choose. Despite her almost masculine physique, she clearly made an effort to dress femininely in a skirt and blouse, although her flat shoes betrayed that she was uncomfortable with her height.
“Dean Walters, I need to talk to you about Professor Croft.” Gordon said.
“What’s she done now?” Dean Walton asked dismissively.
“I know about your blackmail scheme and I need you to leave her alone.” Gordon said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dean Walton said, turning to shut the door.
“I’m Lara’s boyfriend! She told me everything!” Gordon said quickly, as he doubted that he had the physical strength to hold the door open, if the muscular Dean decided to slam it shut.
Dean Walton stopped, and then reluctantly gestured for Gordon to enter her office. She waited until she had locked the door, before walking over to her desk and taking a seat.
“If she told you everything, then you know that this is a mess of her own making. She falsified grades and enrolment records. Both of those are fireable offences.” Dean Walton said.
“It wasn’t her fault. She was having an affair with me, just before I graduated. One of the Delta Pi Sorority girls found out about it and started blackmailing her to change their grades.” Gordon explained.
“A lecturer having an affair with one of her students is also a fireable offence. Clearly, there is no end to Professor Croft’s poor judgement!” Dean Walton said scathingly.
“I won’t deny that Lara’s made some mistakes. I’m in the process of rectifying some of them. To that end, I’m prepared to make you a generous offer to forget about this whole situation.” Gordon said.
“I’m listening.” Dean Walton said.
“My father has several friends on the Princeton University Board. He’s heard that the Vice Chancellor of the University is planning to retire at the end of the year. If you agree to leave Lara alone, I’ll see to it that you get hired to fill the position.” Gordon said.
Dean Walton shook her head.
“Even if I thought you could do what you’re proposing, Donald Du Pont would block it. He’s had it in for me ever since I was promoted to Dean of Archaeology. He’s a notorious sexist who believes that women have no place in academia.” Dean Walton said bitterly.
“I believe I can get Du Pont’s daughter, Anjelica, to convince him to drop his objections.” Gordon said.
Dean Walton nodded her agreement, and Gordon steeled his nerves for what came next.
“That’s the carrot. The stick is that if you don’t agree, I will go to the authorities. I’d rather not, because it would destroy the reputations of everyone involved, but at the end of the day Lara is a wealthy heiress and doesn’t need this job to survive. You, on the other hand…” Gordon said, spreading his hands suggestively.
Gordon watched the Dean’s eyes narrow, as she realised the implications of what he was threatening to do. Being outed as a Dean who had blackmailed one of her teachers into lesbian sex would permanently destroy her professional reputation. She’d never work at another university again. The Dean suddenly stood up and stalked towards him. Gordon swallowed hard as he gazed up at her, sure that at any moment she would throw him to the ground and beat the crap out of him; but instead, she held out her hand. After a moment’s hesitation, Gordon shook it, indicating that they had an agreement.
Several hours later, Lara was driving Anjelica’s black Range Rover SUV west along the highway, heading back towards Princeton. As she approached a town called Millhurst, she saw a set of flashing red and blue police lights in her rear view mirror. She looked down at her speedometer and confirmed that she wasn’t speeding. What could she have done wrong, she wondered? Lara pulled over to the side of the highway. A few cars sped by, their passengers rubber-necking in her direction as they drove past. Lara felt a growing sense of nervousness, as she watched a policeman exit his patrol car and approach her vehicle.
Lara observed a second policeman step out from the passenger side of the police car and approach her vehicle from the opposite side. She saw both officers touch the rear of her car, which she thought was odd. Then she remembered something that she’d read about police officers wanting their fingerprints on suspect’s vehicles, to provide evidence of the stop in case something happened. She was so focused on watching the officer peering in through the passenger side windows that she was startled when the other officer knocked on her driver’s side window.
“Roll down the window, mam!” The officer instructed curtly.
Lara did as she was told. The officer was white and aged in his early 30’s, cleanly shaven and sporting a short brown buzz cut. His uniform was different to the navy blue police attire she was used to seeing around Princeton or in her home country of England. The man was wearing a pair of grey pants and a brown collared shirt and matching tie. The uniform shirt had two police patches stitched into the upper arms, just below the shoulders, which displayed a law enforcement star insignia, surrounded by the words: Millhurst County Sheriff’s Department. His nametag, located just above his right chest pocket, said Deputy Rimes.
“Good afternoon, ma’am. The reason I’ve pulled you over today is your registration has expired.” The deputy said.
Damn it, Anjelica, Lara cursed inwardly!
“I’m sorry officer. I didn’t know. This is a friend’s car.” Lara said lamely.
“What’s your friend’s name?” Deputy Rimes asked.
“Anjelica. Anjelica Du Pont.” Lara answered.
Lara got the feeling that the deputy already knew the answer to that question, as though he were trying to catch her in a lie. The second deputy walked around to the driver’s side of the Range Rover, to stand beside his partner.
“I’ll need to see your licence and proof of insurance.” Deputy Rimes said.
Lara cursed inwardly. She had left her international driver’s licence in her apartment.
“I don’t have my licence with me,” Lara answered, as she reached over towards the glovebox and managed to locate Anjelica’s insurance papers.
“You seem awfully nervous, ma’am! Is there anything in the car that we should know about?” The other deputy interrupted – his nametag said Deputy Clayton.
“Of course not!” Lara answered indignantly.
“You’re getting very defensive for someone who’s got nothing to hide!” Deputy Clayton said.
“I’m not getting defensive!” Lara answered, trying to control her temper. “I just don’t like being treated like a criminal when I’ve done nothing wrong!”
“Step out of car please, ma’am.” Deputy Rimes said.
“Is that really necessary, officer? I was just on my way home.” Lara said.
“Ma’am, please exit the vehicle.” Deputy Rimes repeated.
Lara unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door.
“Place your hands on the hood of the car.” Deputy Rimes told her.
Lara rolled her eyes and peevishly placed her hands out in front of her. She felt Deputy Clayton patting down her leggings. Her eyes widened with shock as she felt one of his hands slide up between her thighs.
“I beg your pardon!” Lara said, trying to turn around to face the Deputy, but he roughly slammed her forward against the bonnet, pinning her face against the car.
“Don’t move! This isn’t a game!” Deputy Clayton shouted.
After a few moments, Deputy Clayton pulled Lara up off the bonnet and resumed his search. Lara blushed with indignation, as his hands cupped her breasts, before reaching down inside her top. When he pulled out his hand, he was holding a small zip-locked bag containing white powder.
“Well… what do we have here?” Deputy Clayton said smugly.
“That’s not mine!” Lara answered in shock.
“Then what was it doing down your bra?” Deputy Rimes asked.
“This isn’t right!” Lara protested, realising that she was being setup. “I want to speak to a lawyer!”
“You’re under arrest for drug possession. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you.” Deputy Rimes said, as Lara’s hands were pulled forcefully behind her back.
A few moments later, she was sitting handcuffed in the back of the Deputy Rimes patrol car, on her way to the police station. Deputy Clayton drove behind them in Anjelica’s black SUV. Lara knew there was no point in trying to argue with these two obviously corrupt policemen. Her best bet was to try to speak to their supervisor and hopefully get this situation sorted out. Her last resort would be to call a lawyer, but she dreaded to think of the scandal that would cause for her. She could just imagine the news headlines: Princeton University Professor arrested on drug possession charge!
Millhurst was a small town, with less than 10,000 residents. The town itself was little more than a single main street with two dozen shops and restaurants located on either side. The town had suffered when the highway was built several decades earlier, meaning that passing motorists could bypass the town entirely. At one end of the town was a large disused grain mill, for which the town had been named. The mill had gone out of business in the early 1980’s, and the large processing building and tall grain silos were all showing signs of rust and neglect.
As it was a Saturday, the town centre was bustling with local residents out shopping, dining and meeting with friends. Many of the people turned and stared at the police car as it drove past, obviously wondering who’d been arrested and what crime they’d committed. Lara blushed with shame and slunk down in her seat, trying to hide her face from their curious eyes. Deputy Rimes saw what she was doing and smiled knowingly at her in the rear view mirror.
The Millhurst Police Station was located at the other end of the town. The building had been constructed in the 1970s, as a response to the increasing rates of crime rates of that era. To save money and staff, it combined the police station and county jail into a one location. The building was a windowless three storey tall red brick building, with a public entrance at the front and a large roller door at the side. The roller door squeakily rose and allowed them into a secure car park, with a guard station at the near end, next to a large metal security door. Deputy Rimes turned off the engine and got out of the police car. He spoke with another deputy through an intercom at the guard station and then pulled Lara out of the backseat.
There was a loud buzzing sound and then the large metal security door swung open, to reveal two more male deputies. Both were aged in their mid-twenties and sported standard police buzz cuts. One of them grabbed hold of Lara’s other arm, and he and Deputy Rimes led her down a long corridor with stained white walls, into a well-lit custody area. An overweight policeman aged in his mid-50s was seated behind a raised custody counter. His nametag said Sheriff Tyler.
“What have you brought me today, Rick?” Sheriff Tyler asked.
“We pulled her over on the highway. She was driving an unregistered car without a licence, and we found this on her.” Deputy Rimes said, placing the bag of white powder on the counter.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself, missy?” Sheriff Tyler asked Lara.
“Sheriff… there’s been a terrible mistake. I didn’t know the car was unregistered, because it’s not mine; and I do have a licence, but I forgot it at home…” Lara explained.
“That just sounds like a lot of excuses to me!” Sheriff Tyler interrupted. “So what’s your excuse for this?” Sheriff Tyler demanded, waving the bag of white powder accusingly in Lara’s face.
“That’s not mine either! I don’t use drugs! The deputy planted that on me!” Lara complained.
The Sheriff sniffed and frowned.
“That’s a very serious accusation, missy! And it creates a hell of a lot of paperwork for me! So I’m going to ask you this again: are you sure you want to make this type of complaint?” Sheriff Tyler asked.
Lara nodded her head vigorously.
“Absolutely! I’ve done nothing wrong!” Lara said.
Sheriff Tyler turned to Deputy Rimes.
“Deputy, go and type up a statement of your interaction with the prisoner and then wait for me in my office!” Sheriff Tyler said.
Lara saw the deputy smirk in her direction, but he left the room as instructed, and Lara was relieved that the Sheriff seemed to be taking her allegation seriously.
“Alright miss… Lara Croft.” The Sheriff said, reading her name from the arrest report. “While I investigate your allegations, you’ll need to be processed. We’ll start with your mugshots and fingerprints.”
“Is that really necessary?” Lara asked, still hoping she could talk her way out of this. “Couldn’t you just write me a ticket and I’ll pay the fine?”
“Listen, missy. I know you’re probably used to getting special treatment because you’re rich and pretty and have a fancy foreign accent; but around here, everyone is equal before the law. Now go and stand against the wall.” Sheriff Tyler ordered.
Lara was led over to a wall with a height scale printed onto it. One of the deputies held up an ID board in front of her, which stated her name, date of birth and criminal identification number. Lara felt herself blushing with shame, as she was photographed like a common criminal, first from the front and then from both sides.
“Any tattoos?” The deputy asked.
“No.” Lara answered.
“That includes tramp stamps and crotch tattoos. I have to photograph any tattoos for identification purposes.” The deputy repeated impatiently.
“Do I look like the type of person that would have a tramp stamp?” Lara asked testily, growing frustrated.
“You better mind your tone, prisoner!” The deputy said, shoving Lara backwards against the wall.
It took every ounce of self-control Lara possessed not to knee him in the groin, but she realised that adding assaulting an officer to her list of charges would do nothing to aid her present situation. Two deputies led her over to another desk, where her hands were uncuffed from behind her back and she was fingerprinted. Lara shivered as she felt her black, ink covered fingers being pressed and rolled against the printing paper. Her arrest was starting to feel a lot more real and permanent.
“Alright, time for your strip search!” One of the deputies announced.
Lara’s face went pale, as she looked around at the four deputies in the room, which now included Deputy Clayton.
“I want to be searched by a woman!” Lara demanded.
“This is a small department. We don’t have any female officers. Now, remove your shoes.” The deputy said menacingly.
Lara was tempted to resist, but what then? She was unarmed and all of the deputies had capsicum spray, Tasers and batons! And even if she did win, what then? She’d be a fugitive from justice, with a warrant out for her arrest! Gritting her teeth, Lara tried to ignore the lecherous stares of the deputies, and started removing her clothes. Lara undid her running shoes and handed them to one of the deputies. She started removing her socks, but the deputy ordered her to stop.
“Stop moving! I just said shoes! When I want you to remove your socks, I’ll tell you! Got it?” The deputy chastised her.
Lara gritted her teeth and waited while the deputy made a point of thoroughly examining her running shoes. He tapped them upside-down against the floor, as if expect some contraband to fall out, before looking inside each shoe with his flashlight.
“Socks!” The deputy ordered.
Lara rolled her eyes and rolled down her socks, before handing them to the deputy. Again, he made a point of turning them inside out and patting them down. The deputy searching her was the youngest officer present, looking barely older than her students, and he was clearly getting off on the power her had to order Lara around. The deputy had short ginger hair, and his nametag said Deputy Moore.
“Shirt!” Deputy Moore ordered.
Lara pulled her white t-shirt up over her head, before unconsciously whipping her hair away from her face. She immediately blushed at the comments of the deputies.
“Look at her: shaking her hair like a stripper!” Deputy Clayton said.
“Man, look at the rack on her!” Another said, admiring Lara’s cleavage through her black push-up bra.
“Hey, how much for dance, sweetheart?” Another asked, as they all chuckled at her expense.
Lara bit back an angry retort and reflexively hugged her arms against her body. The deputy turned her t-shirt inside out and then gave his next command.
“Pants!” Deputy Moore said.
Lara took off her black yoga pants and handed them to the deputy. Deputy Clayton circled around behind her and whistled appreciatively.
“Damn, would you look at that ass!” Deputy Clayton said.
“Only sluts and whores wear G-strings, so which are you?” another deputy asked.
“I wear these for my boyfriend!” Lara said defensively.
“Sure you do: and how much does a guy have to pay to be your ‘boyfriend’ for an hour?” The deputy replied, making air quotes with his fingers when he said the word ‘boyfriend’.
Lara gritted her teeth and pursed her lips. Deputy Moore carefully examined her yoga pants, which was ironic as they didn’t have any pockets. The annoying little creep seemed to take pleasure in making her wait, half naked, for him to finish.
“Bra!” Deputy Moore said.
Lara reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, before handing it over.
“Look at those titties!” Deputy Clayton said, circling back in front of her.
Lara blushed as two of the deputies, whose nametags read Smith and Riley, whistled and moved in for a closer look. Lara could feel her face reddening and she crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nakedness.
“Oh, I get it: she doesn’t like giving freebies!” Deputy Clayton said, pulling a $5 note from his pocket and sliding it into the waistband of Lara’s black G-string. “How about now?”
“Fuck off!” Lara shouted angrily, pushing Deputy Clayton forcefully away from her.
“Hey! Hey!” Deputy Moore growled, pulling out his capsicum spray.
“You better watch yourself, bitch!” Deputy Smith said angrily.
“Or what?” Lara challenged, unable to control her anger any longer.
“Turn around a put your hands behind your back!” Deputy Moore shouted.
Lara dropped back into a fighting stance, as Deputy Riley and Deputy Smith edged to her left and right, ready to try and grab her. Just before matters escalated any further, Sheriff Tyler stormed back into the custody area.
“What is God’s name is going on in here?” Sheriff Tyler demanded.
“She pushed me, Sheriff!” Deputy Clayton complained.
“Assaulting an officer is a serious charge, missy!” Sheriff Tyler berated her.
“They called me a stripper, and your deputy shoved this in my panties!” Lara said, holding up the $5 note.
Sheriff Tyler frowned and crossed his arms.
“Come with me.” Sheriff Tyler told Lara.
The deputies reluctantly stepped aside and allowed Lara to walk in-between them. The Sheriff walked back towards the custody counter, where he picked up an official-looking manila folder. Then he swiped the security door and led Lara down a long corridor into a sterile looking interview room. The Sheriff sat down on one side of the metal desk, which was bolted to the concrete floor. He placed the manila folder down on the table in front of him and gestured for Lara to take a seat in the chair opposite. Dressed only in her black G-string, Lara shivered and sat down in the chair, covering her naked breasts with her forearms.
“You’re in a lot of trouble, missy.” Sheriff Tyler said.
“They started it! I want to call a lawyer!” Lara demanded.
“I just got off the phone with New Jersey PD. It seems that there’s an APB out for a woman involved in an indecent public sex act at Gunnison Beach earlier today. Witnesses described her as tall, athletic, very pretty, with large breasts and long dark hair that went down to her lower back. She was seen diving away in an expensive black SUV. Sound like anyone you know?” Sheriff Tyler asked.
Lara remained silent.
“Now, normally public indecency would just be a misdemeanour, but in this case, one of the young men involved in this public sex act was only 17. That makes it an indecent act with a minor, which is a felony.” Sheriff Tyler continued.
Lara felt faint and her head was spinning. Had Anjelica done this on purpose, she wondered?
“Of course, it would save us all a lot of paperwork if you’d just confess right now. Given you lack of prior criminal convictions, I’m sure I could talk the DA into giving you a suspended sentence. You’d avoid jail time, but you would have to publicly register as a sex offender, and you’d probably be deported back to England.” Sheriff Tyler said amiably.
Lara felt like she was drowning. Her world was crumbling before her eyes. She was going to lose her job and everything she’d worked so hard for. Even worse, as a registered sex offender she wouldn’t be able to travel; her days of jet setting around the world tomb raiding would be over. Then there would be the public scandal of being a convicted sex offender. All of her friends and acquaintances would disown her and she would no longer be welcome in polite society. Her family name would be irrevocably tarnished and her reputation would be ruined. The Queen might even revoke her Earldom, stripping her of the noble title that had been in her family for generations.
“Of course, it doesn’t have to come to that. In fact, if you play your cards right, you can walk away from here without any charges.” Sheriff Tyler said smugly.
Lara could smell the setup a mile away, but she was out of options.
“What would I have to do?” Lara asked quietly.
The Sheriff smiled triumphantly and opened the manila folder in front of him. He flicked through several typed A4 pages, before finding the one he wanted and handing it to Lara.
“What’s this?” Lara asked, scanning the document.
“This first document is a civil asset forfeiture consent form. We’re seizing your SUV and its contents as suspected proceeds of crime. By signing here, you waive your right to challenge this process in Federal Court.” Sheriff Tyler said.
“But I told you it isn’t mine! It belongs to a friend!” Lara said.
“Not my problem, missy. I guess you’ll owe your ‘friend’ a shiny new car.” Sheriff Tyler said smugly.
Lara gritted her teeth and took the pen that Sheriff Tyler offered her, before signing her name to the bottom of the document. Great, now she owed Anjelica a brand-new $150,000 Range Rover!
Sheriff Tyler took the signed document and handed her another one.
“This is a formal caution for the drugs found in your possession. By signing it, you’re admitting to the offence of minor drug possession and agreeing to forego a trial in return for being given a formal warning. The caution won’t be visible to any employer’s criminal back ground check, although it will still come up in your court priors.” Sheriff Tyler explained.
Lara panicked at the thought of having any criminal record, no matter how well hidden it might be. Stories like these always had a way of coming out eventually, especially when they involved someone famous like herself.
“I thought you said there was a way I could escape with no charges.” Lara argued.
“This is no charges.” Sheriff Tyler countered.
“I mean… Is there a way we can keep this from being official?” Lara asked hopefully.
“I suppose I could ‘accidentally’ forget to fax your caution form through to the State and Federal Police before I file it. Then it would just be our little secret.” Sheriff Tyler said. “But you’d have to ask me really nicely.”
“Please Sheriff, can this just be our little secret?” Lara asked.
The fat Sheriff slid his chair backwards against the wall and unbuckled his uniform belt. Lara’s face flushed when she saw him unzip his pants and expose his penis.
“Now, now, missy: I’m sure you know how to ask much nicer than that!” the Sheriff said, slowly stroking his fat cock in front of her.
Sheriff Jerry Tyler didn’t bother trying to hide the wide grin on his face. When Anjelica Du Pont had first approached him with her plan, he’d been sceptical. He liked to fly under the radar and not draw attention to himself or his small police department. Then he had seen the picture of his target, and he just knew he had to have her lips wrapped around his cock. Then there was the question of the money. Cash bribes were way too easy for the IRS and FBI to track: that’s where civil asset forfeitures came in.
This Federal law basically gave police the ability to confiscate any cash or items of value in someone’s possession, on the basis that they were suspected to be the proceeds of crime. They didn’t even need to charge the person. It was essentially state-sanctioned robbery. Even worse for the person involved, if they wanted to get their money back, they’d have to file a lawsuit in Federal Court. That typically cost tens of thousands of dollars in legal fees, which most people simply could not afford – especially if the value of the cash taken was less than what it would cost them to get it back.
The icing on the cake was that the police department that seized the cash got to keep it. The more ethical police departments would put this cash into crime prevention programs or buying new equipment. Less reputable departments (like his) were able to pay themselves large bonuses for good work performance. It was basically legalised money laundering. They essentially stole people’s money and property, put it through the department books, and then paid themselves out from the profits. The town’s Mayor and Councillors all got their cut, so they didn’t interfere. Last year, the Sheriff’s take-home salary had been over $200,000 dollars. Not bad for someone on a base salary of only $60,000!
This year was looking like it would be a very profitable year for him and his small department. The sale of Anjelica’s top spec Range Rover would net them at least $150,000, and then there was the $250,000 cash in the trunk – Anjelica Du Pont’s bribe, which would now be completely legal, thanks to the civil asset forfeiture provisions. $100,000 would go to the Mayor and Councillors, which left $300,000 for him to divide between his deputies, with him keeping the lion share for himself. Yep, Sheriff Tyler thought, as he stared across at the naked, shivering women sitting opposite him – life was good!
The Sheriff had fucked his fair share of cute young women, brought into his small town police station on trumped-up charges and planted evidence, but none as beautiful as the woman sitting in front of him. He knew that she was completely of his league and that she would never have willingly agreed to sleep with someone like him; and that made the current situation so much more enjoyable. The look of distaste on her beautiful face, as he stroked his cock in front of her, sent a shiver of excitement running down his spine. Sheriff Tyler got off on the power trip that came with forcing unwilling women to reluctantly do his bidding.
“Now, now, missy: I’m sure you know how to ask much nicer than that!” the Sheriff said, slowly stroking his fat cock in front of her.
Lara stood up, and the Sheriff opened his pants wider and slid them down around his ankles, followed by his underpants.
“Why don’t you come and sit on my lap and push those big titties in my face, and ask me again?” Sheriff Tyler suggested, in a tone that made it clear it wasn’t a request.
He watched the proud Englishwoman, now dressed in only a skimpy black thong, hesitantly walk forward barefoot until she was straddling him. Sheriff Tyler stopped stroking his cock and pulled her down onto his lap.
“Now, grind your slutty pussy against my cock and ask again.” Sheriff Tyler commanded.
Lara’s face flushed with indignation at his lewd request, but she nevertheless started grinding her hips back and forth, rubbing her crotch against his cock.
“Please, can we keep this a secret?” Lara asked sweetly, her face turning bright red with shame.
“Slap those big titties against my face and ask again.” Sheriff Tyler ordered smugly.
Lara leaned forward and pushed out her chest, while turning her shoulders from side to side to make her soft breasts bounce against the Sheriff’s grinning face.
“Please Sheriff, can we keep this a secret?” Lara asked again, as she rhythmically humped her body against the Sheriff like she was a dog in heat.
“You know, you are definitely the hottest looking slut I’ve ever seen… You don’t mind being called a slut, do you?” Sheriff Tyler asked, although it was very clearly a leading question.
He grinned as he saw her suppress her anger and agree with his derogatory comments.
“No, I don’t mind…” Lara answered, while continuing to grind her body against him.
“In fact, I think you kind of like it, don’t you?” Sheriff Tyler pressed.
Lara pursed her lips and nodded.
“Come on, slut. I want to see a big bright smile on your face. You should be happy that I’m doing you this huge favour!” Sheriff Tyler said.
Lara forced herself to smile in mock happiness, although the expression didn’t reach her eyes. Sheriff Tyler grinned again. There was just something incredibly satisfying about making an arrogant, stuck-up bitch act like a total slut. Enough foreplay, he thought. It’s time for the main event.
“Now, I know you’re pretty horny, right?” Sheriff Tyler said, pinching one of Lara’s nipples when she didn’t answer quickly enough.
“I’m very horny, Sheriff!” Lara agreed, nodding her head.
“And what do sluts do when they’re horny?” Sheriff Tyler asked.
He watched the proud Englishwoman deflate before his eyes, as she realised that he wanted her to beg him for it.
“Horny sluts have sex.” Lara answered, although the lewdness of her words seemed completely at odds with her posh English accent.
“I’m sorry slut, but I’m a married man, and as a good Christian, I can’t cheat on my wife!” Sheriff Tyler said.
The look of confusion on her face was priceless, Sheriff Tyler thought.
“However, I understand that sluts like you have needs, so how about I let you suck my cock instead? The bible forbids sex outside of marriage and sodomy, but it never said anything about getting some head!” Sheriff Tyler said.
Lara nodded unenthusiastically and slid down from his lap and onto her knees.
“Now, remember to keep making eye contact and smiling, so that I can see how much you’re enjoying yourself.” Sheriff Tyler said.
Sheriff Tyler saw a look of disgust pass over the beautiful woman’s face, before she masked it with a forced smile and got to work. She parted her lips and took his fat cock inside her mouth. Her cheeks reddened perceptibly as she forced herself to maintain eye contact with him, while sliding her mouth up and down the length of his cock. Sheriff Tyler reached down and wrapped his fingers around the base of Lara’s long ponytail, using it as a handle to bob her head up and down against his crotch.
“No teeth and plenty of tongue.” Sheriff Tyler grunted between thrusts.
Lara’s talented tongue darted out from her lips and started licking the underside of his cock, as it pistoned in and out of her mouth. He grunted with pleasure as he pushed her head deeper onto his cock, feeling the tip squeezing its way past the entrance of her throat. Lara made a cute gulping noise, as her throat expanded to accommodate him. Sheriff Tyler held her there and looked down at her reddening face and pleading eyes. She choked loudly once, and then twice, and then he finally let go of her ponytail, allowing her to come up for air.
Lara sat upright, coughing and gasping, while thick lines of drool spilled out of her lips. He waited a few seconds for her to recover, and then yanked on her ponytail and forced his cock back down her throat. The bitch wasn’t smiling now, he thought, with his cock pounding in and out of her mouth. The look of indignation on her pretty face drove him over the edge. He clamped his hands down around her head and held himself in her throat as he came. He felt his hot cum spurting down the slut’s throat, giving her no choice but to swallow it all. After almost 30 seconds, Sheriff Tyler released his grip. Lara pulled back off his softening cock and doubled over, gasping for air. This time, the saliva that drooled from her lips and down her chin was mixed with the Sheriff’s cum.
“Well slut, I can see that you really do want to keep your secret, so I’ve decided to help you.” The Sheriff said magnanimously, as he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. “All I need you to do now is go and apologise to my deputies for being such a bitch to them earlier.”
Lara recoiled at the implication of his words.
“You want me to…” Lara couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
“I want you to show my deputies the same hospitality you just showed me. Do that and you’re free to go.” Sheriff Tyler said smugly.
Lara shuddered but nodded her assent.
“Good choice, missy. One last thing: rape is against the law, so I’m going to need you to demonstrate to my deputies that you’re doing this of your own free will. What I’m saying is I’d better see a lot of happy smiles and enthusiasm on your part. Understand?” the Sheriff asked.
Lara nodded and then followed the Sheriff back down the corridor and through the security door, into the custody area. The four deputies that had been involved in her strip search had now been joined by Deputy Rimes – the officer who had pulled her over and planted the drugs on her.
“Gentlemen, Miss Croft has admitted to me that the drugs that were found in her possession belong to her. Now, I know she caused you boys a lot of trouble earlier, running her mouth and making complaints, but she’s demonstrated to me that she’s very sorry.” Sheriff Tyler said, turning to face her.
“Yes… I’m very sorry.” Lara parroted, trying to ignore the Sheriff’s sweaty hand squeezing her backside.
“I’ve administered a formal caution to Miss Croft for drug possession, and she signed a forfeiture waiver for her SUV.” Sheriff Tyler continued.
The deputies’ eyes lit up at his statement, and Lara could see them mentally calculating how large their cut would be when the luxury vehicle was sold. Sheriff Tyler pushed her forward a step, into the centre of the circle of officers.
“Missy, is there anything you’d like to say to my officers?” Sheriff Tyler prompted.
Lara forced herself to smile happily and stepped forward towards Deputy Rimes, placing her hand against his chest.
“I’m really sorry I was so difficult with you guys earlier. It was very wrong of me.” Lara said.
It took all of her skills as an actress not to choke on the words. Taking a deep breath, she continued.
“I’d really like to make it up to you guys.” Lara said suggestively.
The deputies grinned at each other, realising where this encounter was heading.
“And how do you propose to do that?” Deputy Rimes asked.
Lara reached forward and pulled Deputy Rimes’ hands down onto her ass.
“I thought maybe, before I get released, we could get to know each other a little better.” Lara said.
Deputy Rimes smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Lara tried not to resist, as the detestable man pressed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue inside her mouth. The gathered deputies started whistling and hollering. When the deputy finally broke off the sloppy kiss, Lara stumbled backwards, straight into the arms of Deputy Clayton.
“How’s she kiss, Rick?” Deputy Clayton asked, circling his arms around Lara’s slender waist.
“Why don’t you find out?” Deputy Rimes said.
Deputy Clayton leaned forward and roughly pushed his open mouth against Lara’s. Lara was forced to endure another sloppy French kiss, before she was passed on to Deputy Moore. The youngest deputy made a point of licking his tongue up along both of Lara’s cheeks. Even Lara couldn’t keep a look of revulsion from her beautiful face, but it was quickly masked by Deputy Moore’s face, as he tried to cram his tongue down her throat. Lara was passed down the line to Deputy Riley and then Deputy Smith, who each took a turn roughly French kissing her.
“Right, let’s do this in order of seniority.” Deputy Clayton announced.
“You always say that!” Deputy Moore, the youngest, complained.
“When you get seniority, you can have whatever rules you want.” Deputy Clayton countered.
The deputy walked behind the counter and fetched an office chair.
“The stripper at my brother’s wedding did the hottest lap dance I’ve ever seen, but the bitch refused to take my money and give me a more intimate performance.” Deputy Clayton complained.
“I promise I won’t disappoint you like that.” Lara said, strutting over to where Deputy Clayton was sitting.
Lara searched her mind for everything she knew about giving lap dances. She placed a hand on the deputy’s shoulder and circled around the chair, before quickly spinning around and sitting down on his lap, facing away from him. She twerked her ass backwards onto his crotch, before flicking her hair around her head and then leaning back against him, allowing him to reach around and squeeze her breasts. Lara leaned back and ran her fingers through the deputy’s short hair, before turning to face him and mashing her naked breasts against his face.
The deputy leaned forward and started sucking on her nipples. Lara hid her revulsion with a smile and started grinding her pussy backwards and forwards against the deputy’s crotch. Lara felt the deputy hurriedly unbuckling his belt. She stood up and turned away from him, before bending over and sliding her black panties down her long legs. The deputy finished removing his pants, and Lara strode forward again and straddled him. She reached down and guided the deputy’s hard cock towards the entrance to her pussy. She was already wet, and it slid up inside her pussy without difficulty. Her mind may not want to do this, but her body was telling a different story.
Deputy Clayton’s hands encircled her tiny waist and pulled her fully onto him. Lara started gyrating her hips up and down against his cock, while stroking his chest. She tried her best to ignore the other deputies leering at her performance, but their lewd comments made it difficult.
“Damn, look at her go!”
“She’s a natural born slut, that one!”
“See, I told you she was a stripper!”
Deputy Clayton looked up at her and Lara could tell he wanted to give her another sloppy kiss. Hiding her distaste at the idea, Lara wrapped her arms around the deputy’s neck and drew him into a passionate kiss. His tongue pressed between her lips like a revolting wet slug crawling into her mouth. He held her like that for almost a minute, kissing her mouth while he pumped his cock upwards into her pussy. Then he groaned as he came, and Lara felt his hot cum filling her pussy. He pumped her for another minute, until his penis softened, and then he leaned back and let her stand-up.
Lara got shakily to her feet, and was passed over to the next deputy in line. It was Deputy Rimes, the officer she had made the complaint against. The deputy grabbed her by the ponytail and forced her to kneel down in front of him. Lara obediently rubbed his cock through the material of his pants, while the deputy unbuckled his belt. His cock sprang into view. Lara tilted her head to the side and licked his balls, while she reached up and stroked his cock with her hand.
“You like that, don’t you slut?” Deputy Rimes growled.
“I love it.” Lara lied, and then licked her tongue up and down the underside of his cock.
The deputy slapped his cock against her cheeks. Lara looked up at him and licked her lips, as if begging him to continue. Deputy Rimes smiled down at her and rubbed his cock against her lips. Lara licked her tongue across the tip and then swallowed it inside her mouth.
“Oh yeah! You’re a natural cock sucker!” Deputy Rimes said.
Lara blushed, but forced herself to moan, feigning enjoyment. She started bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock, slowly taking it deeper inside her mouth. She saw the deputy’s hands reaching down towards her head. Rather than wait for him to face fuck her, Lara suddenly pushed her mouth forward, sliding her lips all the way down to the base of the deputy’s cock.
“Oh fuck!” Deputy Rimes moaned, as his cock pushed forward into Lara’s throat.
“Hot damn! Look at that slut go!” She heard another deputy comment.
Lara held her position for about 10 seconds and then pulled back. She smiled up at Deputy Rimes and made a point of licking her tongue up along both sides of his cock, before swallowing it back inside her mouth. Lara pushed her lips down onto his cock and felt her throat expand outwards around the tip. This time, she pulled only halfway out, and then pushed forward again, stretching her throat open around his shaft. The deputy was moaning loudly now, as Lara got into a rhythm and deep throated his cock again and again. Less than a minute later, Deputy Rimes came. Lara blushed as she felt his hot cum sliding down her throat and into her stomach.
Two down and three more to go, Lara thought, as she licked and sucked on Deputy Rimes’ spent cock until he was completely drained of cum. Deputy Rimes zipped up his pants, and Deputy Smith stepped forward.
“Down on all fours. Daddy wants some doggy!” Deputy Smith said.
“Anything for you, daddy.” Lara answered, forcing an embarrassed smile back onto her face.
She supposed she should have been grateful that they were pulling a train on her, rather than fucking her all at once. Lara got down on her hands and knees and arched her back, sticking her ass up in the air. The deputy undid his pants and knelt down behind her. Lara felt a jolting smack on her buttocks. It was a sharp blow, but not really painful. Lara playfully wiggled her hips from side to side, as if inviting him to continue. Again, she forced herself to moan in mock pleasure, as she felt the deputy running his sweaty hands all over her upturned buttocks.
“Tell me how badly you want it.” Deputy Smith said, as he rubbed his cock against the wet entrance to her pussy.
“I want it so badly!” Lara cooed, feeling herself turn bright red as she said the degrading words.
Lara yelped in surprise a moment later, when she felt the deputy slam his cock balls-deep inside her pussy. There was no prelude or foreplay; the deputy pounded her like a dog breeding his bitch. The deputy leaned forward and grabbed hold of her swinging breasts, using them to pull her backwards onto his cock. Lara grunted under his weight, as he rammed into her sopping wet pussy over and over again. Lara felt the first twinges of excitement, but any hope she had of orgasming ended when the deputy ejaculated inside her less than 5 minutes into fucking her.
Deputy Smith gave her ass another slap as he pulled out, causing her ass to redden and jiggle about. She could feel his cum leaking from her wet pussy and trickling down her inner thigh. Another pair of hands started to squeeze and massage her toned butt cheeks. Lara looked back over her shoulder and saw Deputy Riley kneeling down behind her and admiring her naked ass. He placed the tip of his cock against the entrance to her pussy, but then waited.
“I watched a video of Miley Cyrus twerking her ass against a backup dancer, and I always wondered what it would be like to have a girl do that for me.” Deputy Riley explained.
“Anything for you, baby.” Lara said with enthusiasm she definitely didn’t feel.
She began slowly, pushing backwards to impale her pussy on the deputy’s hard cock. She rocked slowly backwards against his cock, trying to gauge its length. Once she was certain of her range of motion, she started twerking her butt back against Deputy Riley’s crotch. Lara’s hips gyrated erotically, as she bounced her pussy up and down against the deputy’s cock. Her tight round buttocks jiggled hypnotically, as she humped backwards against his crotch.
The deputy moaned and slapped her ass. Lara flicked her hair over her shoulder and mixed things up by adding lateral movement as well. She started moving her hips in a circular motion, alternating between clockwise and anticlockwise every few turns. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Deputy Riley completely mesmerised by the erotic movements of her ass. Lara’s entire body was undulating up and down, as her ass gyrated around the deputy’s crotch.
Lara realised that the room had gone silent. She looked around and saw all of the other deputies staring at her lewd performance with undisguised lust. Lara forced herself to smile and lick her lips suggestively, as she danced her pussy up and down over Deputy Riley’s cock. She could feel herself blushing with shame at her egregious performance. Her humiliation was compounded by the ridiculous smile she had to keep glued on her face. It made an already embarrassing experience even more degrading. With each lewd movement of her body, and each forced smile and faked moan, Lara felt another small piece of her pride slip away.
“Oh fuck… Oh Fuck!” Deputy Riley moaned as he orgasmed.
Lara felt his warm cum jetting against the back of her pussy. She twerked her pussy up and down against his cock for another 30 seconds, until he finally pulled out and gave her upturned ass another affectionate slap.
“You’re up, junior burger!” Deputy Riley said to the youngest man present.
Deputy Moore knelt down between Lara’s legs and brushed his fingers across her tight asshole.
“I still don’t understand why I can’t fuck her ass!” The young ginger deputy complained.
“We’ve been over this: Sheriff Tyler views sodomy as a sin.” Deputy Clayton said.
“And the other shit we do isn’t?” Deputy Moore argued.
“I told you he was a homo.” Deputy Rimes said. “Hot piece of pussy right in front of him, and all he can think about is ass.”
“Shut up!” Deputy Moore replied defensively.
“You know that rules. Now hurry up and take your turn.” Deputy Clayton said.
Deputy Moore unenthusiastically pushed his cock into Lara’s well-used pussy. Lara heard a wet squelching sound coming from between her legs. She looked down and saw the excess cum displaced by the deputy’s thick cock leaking from her sloppy pussy. She reddened at the indecent spectacle, but forced herself to smile and started once more twerking backwards onto the deputy. He didn’t seem interested in her performance and roughly slapped her ass, before grabbing hold of her ponytail and yanking her head backwards.
Lara’s back arched sexily as she was pulled upright. Deputy Moore started brutally pounding his cock into Lara’s pussy. His violent thrusts mashed Lara’s shapely ass against his crotch, and caused her large breasts to bounce up and down against her chest. Lara moaned, and this time it wasn’t an act. Deputy Moore’s cock was larger than any of her previous abusers – about 7 inches long and substantially thicker – and he was penetrating her at just the right angle. Deputy Moore reached around and started mauling Lara’s breasts, roughly pinching and squeezing them, as he rammed into her from behind.
“You like that, don’t you?” Deputy Moore hissed into her ear.
Lara moaned louder, feeling an orgasm building between her legs. Deputy Moore released his grip on her hair and wrapped his fingers around her exposed throat, squeezing it and causing Lara’s face to redden.
“You like it rough, don’t you slut?” Deputy Moore growled, repeatedly slapping both of her breasts with his free hand and causing them to redden.
Milky-white grool was frothing out from around Lara’s pussy lips and coating the deputy’s cock. She shuddered and tried to squeeze her thighs together, as the disgusting mixture of cum and her own pussy juices dribbled down her leg. The deputy’s wet cock was a blur, pistoning in and out of her pussy without pause. Lara’s eyes lost focus and her mouth gaped open. Her moans increased in volume until she finally shuddered and came, drenching the deputy’s cock in her juices.
Deputy Moore released his grip and Lara collapsed forward onto the cold concrete floor. With her face on the floor and her ass still up in the air, Lara could only tremble and whimper in orgasmic rapture, while Deputy Moore continued to relentlessly piston in and out of her pussy. He managed to pound her from behind for another couple of minutes before ejaculating. Lara probably would have been impressed by his stamina, were she able to think straight. Deputy Moore drained his balls inside Lara’s pussy, adding his cum to the sperm already pooling inside.
The Deputy pulled out of her and stood. Lara remained on the floor in that undignified position, with her head down and her ass in the air, and cum leaking out of her sloppy pussy. Through her heavy breathing, she heard the sound of animal paws on concrete coming towards her. She turned her head to the side and saw a large black German Shepherd police dog padding towards her, being led by Deputy Rimes on the end of a leash.
“Just one more member of the department to go.” Deputy Rimes said.
Lara was confused.
“Where is he?” she asked.
Deputy Rimes grinned.
“You’re looking at him.” Deputy Rimes answered, tugging on the dog’s leash. “Say hello to Deputy Rex!”
The colour drained for Lara’s face and her eyes widened in horror. Panic fuelled her movements, as she shook off her post-orgasmic sluggishness and rolled to her feet.
“No fucking way!” Lara shouted, backing away from the large black German Shepherd.
She was still haunted by the memory of her time with Anjelica in the stables, where she had been mounted and fucked by multiple stallions. The shame of that memory was compounded by the fact that she had orgasmed powerfully while doing it. On some level, she had actually enjoyed it! The only way Lara managed to keep her sanity was by telling herself that it wasn’t her fault, because Anjelica had forced her to do it. But what would be her excuse if the agreed to be mated by a dog? Lara had no answers.
“Aw, come-on slut! You were doing so well: don’t ruin it now!” Deputy Rimes told her, walking slowly forward.
“Sod off!” Lara retorted vehemently.
“Sheriff!” Deputy Rimes said into his police radio.
Sheriff Tyler emerged through the security door to Lara’s right a moment later.
“What seems to be the problem, missy?” Sheriff Tyler asked casually.
Lara’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “Are you kidding? This sicko wants me to fuck a dog!” Lara said incredulously.
“It’s just a little insurance policy, in case you get it into your little head to file a complaint with the State Police or the Feds. I don’t know many women who’d be prepared to sign an official statement admitting that they willingly had sex with a dog.” Sheriff Tyler explained.
“I won’t do any such thing!” Lara shouted emphatically.
“She warned me that you’d be difficult…” Sheriff Tyler said.
Lara looked at the Sheriff in confusion.
“Well, we have ways of dealing with that too.” Sheriff Tyler continued, nodding to his men.
Deputy Smith and Deputy Riley lunged forward, intending to restrain her; but even naked and unarmed, Lara Croft was still a fierce opponent. She slammed her fist into Deputy Riley’s throat, causing him to collapse onto his knees, gasping for breath. Deputy Smith managed to grab hold of her shoulders, but Lara used his momentum against him, turning his forward motion into a hip throw that sent him slamming into the concrete floor.
Deputy Moore grabbed her from behind in a bear hug. Lara slammed her head backwards into his face, feeling his nose crunch under the impact. It loosened his grip enough for her to turn in on him. She slammed her right palm up under his chin to unbalance him. Then she snaked her right foot behind his legs and shoved him backwards, sending him sprawling. She turned to face her next attacker, only for her body to be paralysed by the agonising current of a Taser arcing against her neck. Lara collapsed to the ground, convulsing. She tried to stand, but another excruciating jolt from the Taser sent her crashing back to the floor.
Strong hands grabbed her arms and legs and carried her, face down, along the corridor. They carried her through two heavy security doors into a wide double-story room, filled with barred cells on both levels. Lara saw rough looking men in orange prison jumpsuits staring out at her through the thick metal bars. The prisoners started hooting and hollering excitedly, as her limp naked body was paraded past their cells. The room had 6 heavy steel tables bolted to the floor, surrounded by 6 stool-like seats. Lara was carried past the tables to a double-width staircase that led to the upper level walkway.
They put her down beside the staircase and gave her another agonizing jolt from the Taser to keep her compliant. One of the deputies wrapped a set of handcuffs around a guardrail banister about three quarters of the way up the metal staircase. Lara’s arms were stretched uncomfortably above her head and her wrists were forced into the stainless steel handcuffs. One by one, her wrists were locked into place. Lara jerked upright from the pain of the metal handcuffs biting into her wrists. She was only barely able to touch the ground, and she had to stand on her tippy toes to relieve the pressure on her wrists and shoulders. Sheriff Tyler moved around beside her.
“Last chance to change your mind.” Sheriff Tyler told her.
“Go to hell!” Lara croaked defiantly, not having fully recovered from the Taser.
“They all say that… at first.” Sheriff Tyler said, before turning to his men.
“Do you boys remember that pretty little District Attorney that came snooping around here last year?” Sheriff Tyler asked.
“Hell yeah! That bitch DA from New Jersey – coming in here, acting like she owned the place, asking a bunch of dumb questions. She didn’t look so high and mighty after we threw her to the prisoners. She begged us to let her fuck Rex after that!” Deputy Rimes answered.
“Whatever happened to that young lady?” Sheriff Tyler asked.
“I heard she quit her job and moved out of State.” Deputy Rimes said.
“You see, missy? One way or another, you are going to fuck Rex. So why not make it easier on yourself?” Sheriff Tyler asked.
Lara remained stoically silent.
“Have it your way. Release the first batch.” Sheriff Tyler ordered.
Sheriff Tyler watched as the first 10 prisoners were released from their cells. These prisoners were a mix of whites and Latinos, although race didn’t really enter into the equation. These just happened to be the prisoners whose cells were located on the ground floor, closest to the staircase. For years, the county jail had been virtually empty. Millhurst was a small town with very little crime, and most of the arrests they made tended to be for petty crimes such a public drunkenness, drink driving and shoplifting, as well as the occasional warrant. All of that changed two years ago.
Thanks to the explosion in crime in the major cities, prison space was at a premium. New York in particular had run out of space to house its growing criminal population. With all of its prisons and jails full to bursting, New York was forced to rely on neighbouring jurisdictions for help, and Millhurst was only too happy to agree. New York City was paying them $150 per prisoner, per day, to house criminals denied bail and awaiting trial. For 30 prisoners, that amounted to $4,500 a day – or approximately 1.6 million dollars a year – all going straight into the town’s budget. Very lucrative indeed!
The prisoners were remanded on a range of charges, from robbery and larceny, to murder. Some of the Latinos had the tell-tale tattoos that indicated gang membership. The two groups of prisoners eyed each other warily, because gang fights were not uncommon in prison. Finally, at some unseen signal, the two groups appeared to agree on a temporary truce and moved forward towards their helpless captive. The prisoners unconsciously separated themselves into two groups, with the whites approaching Lara from the front and the Latinos approaching her from behind. Within seconds, Lara’s naked body was covered in the rough, calloused hands of the prisoners, who squeezed and groped every inch of her naked body.
The prisoners had all done this before and knew the drill. Almost immediately, they began spitting into their hands and rubbing their saliva onto Lara’s pussy and ass, lubricating them for what was to come. Lara shouted obscenities and struggled against her restraints, as multiple fingers were shoved into her pussy and ass. Then it was time for the main course. A muscular white skinhead rubbed saliva onto his cock and then lined it up with the entrance to Lara’s pussy. Lara spat defiantly in his face, but he just laughed at her and then rammed his cock home inside her pussy.
The force of his thrust knocked Lara off her feet, leaving her dangling painfully from the handcuffs attached to her wrists. She instinctively wrapped her longs legs around his hips to relieve the pressure, which allowed the heavily tattooed Latino behind her to thrust inside her defenceless asshole. Lara’s insults transformed into incoherent moans, as she was double penetrated by the two criminals, while the rest watched and eagerly awaiting their turn. Sheriff Tyler nodded his satisfaction to the deputies and walked back towards his office.
When he arrived, he hid his annoyance at the young blonde girl with her feet on his desk, watching the station’s CCTV cameras. She had the look of a college cheerleader, but she walked around with the arrogant demeanour of someone used to always getting her own way. He would have enjoyed stringing her up next to the Croft woman, and letting the prisoners put her back in her place, but he shelved that fantasy for another time. For the money she was paying him, she could put her feet wherever the hell she liked.
“I see you’re making yourself at home.” Sheriff Tyler said conversationally.
The blonde smiled up at him from his desk chair. “Quite a place you’ve got here, Sheriff. I might have to use your services again sometime.” Anjelica answered.
“Then you’re satisfied with how things are going?” Sheriff Tyler asked.
“Oh yes. I will need one more small favour from you, though.” Anjelica said, stretching her arms out over her head.
“Oh yes?” Sheriff Tyler responded.
“Lara Croft’s boyfriend is going to be arriving here in the next 30 minutes or so. I need you to show him into your office so that we can discuss the current situation.” Anjelica said.
“It’s not smart involving more people in this. What if he talks?” Sheriff Tyler asked.
“He won’t. He thinks he’s protecting her.” Anjelica said.
Sheriff Tyler nodded.
Back in the jail area, Lara buried her face into the muscular chest of the prisoner in front of her. The sensation of being repeatedly double penetrated was too much for her to bear, and her cheeks burned with shame as she orgasmed uncontrollably. The first two pairs of prisoners had already taken their enjoyment fucking her pussy and asshole, and now the third pair was taking their turn. The prisoner between her legs was grabbing onto her ass, pulling her butt cheeks apart as he pounded in and out of her pussy. Meanwhile, the prisoner behind her was grabbing her breasts, roughly squeezing them as he pounded into her ass from behind.
The sensation of the two cocks stuffing her holes and rubbing against each other inside her felt amazing. Her body was already covered in sweat, and she knew that she must look like an absolute mess right now. She felt the prisoner behind her tense and shoot his cum deep inside her bowels. As soon as he finished, her asshole was immediately impaled by the next prisoner in line. The first penetrations by the prisoners had been slightly uncomfortable, but now that both of her holes were slippery with saliva and cum, she hardly felt anything, save for intense pleasure.
When the last of the ten prisoners had finished depositing their cum inside her holes, the deputies ordered them back to their cells. Lara hung down limply by her wrists. Both of her holes were gaping slightly open and leaking with cum. Her body was covered in red marks from where she had been groped and slapped, and her chin and chest were covered in her own drool.
“Are you ready to fuck Rex yet?” Deputy Rimes asked.
“Fuck… you…” Lara replied weakly.
“Release the next batch.” Deputy Rimes said.
The remaining cells on the ground level and a third of the cells on the upper level were unlocked. The prisoners filed out and eagerly formed two lines on either side of her, eager to pick up where their fellow inmates had left off. A group of older white prisoners lined up behind her, while a group of young black prisoners lined up in front of her. The prisoners all had their flies open and their penises out. The first black prisoner, who looked like a teenager, rammed his large black cock into her pussy. Lara moaned involuntarily, and then arched her back as a white cock impaled her asshole from behind. The movement caused her large breasts to jut out towards the black man in front of her, and he took the opportunity to suck on her nipples, which only added to her stimulation.
None of the prisoners bothered to pace themselves, and the two fucking her finished after only a few minutes. They were immediately replaced by two fresh prisoners, who pistoned in and out of her sloppy holes in unison. Lara grunted and moaned with every thrust, while her body jiggled helplessly between them. This time, when the prisoners came Lara came with them. Her long athletic body undulated erotically between the two men fucking her, while her beautiful upturned face was locked in an expression of pure rapture. When the men pulled out, Lara was left futilely humping the air, unconsciously trying to prolong her orgasm. She was bombarded with degrading comments from the prisoners surrounding her..
“Look at her! She fucking loves it!”
“Damn, this bitch is in heat!”
“Yeah, fuck that ho!”
Lara blushed with shame when she realised what she was doing. She tried to control her lusty urges, but then a fresh pair of hard cocks impaled her pussy and ass. Lara shuddered as the cocks pressed inwards through the thin flesh separating her pussy and asshole. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Lara thought, as a familiar heat slowly developed between her legs.
Outside the ugly red-bricked police station, Gordon double checked the address on his phone. This was definitely the right address. Slightly perplexed, he walked towards the entrance and stepped through the sliding glass double doors. He walked up to the unattended front counter and waited. When no one appeared, he pressed the assistance buzzer. About a minute later, an old overweight Sheriff walked out from behind a tinted glass security door.
“Can I help you, son?” The Sheriff asked.
“Ummm… I’m here to see Anjelica?” Gordon said uncertainly.
“Just a minute.” The Sheriff said, before disappearing back through the security door.
He emerged from another door located on the right side of the foyer a moment later.
“Follow me.” He said, indicating for Gordon to enter.
Gordon followed the Sheriff down a series of winding corridors and into a large office. Gordon recognised the woman behind the desk from the surveillance photos taken by his private investigators. So, this young cute young blonde was Anjelica, Gordon thought. The woman was dressed in leggings and a t-shirt, and her lithe body and blonde hair made her look every part the college cheerleader that she was. Despite knowing how powerfully connected her family was, Gordon had a hard time imagining this petite young woman forcing Lara Croft to do anything.
“You must be Gordon Davis.” Anjelica announced.
“And you’re Anjelica Du Pont.” Gordon answered.
Anjelica held out a hand and Gordon instinctively shook it. Anjelica smiled at him in a way that suggested she had been testing him and he had failed. He pushed the silly thought from his mind, determined not to let the sadistic blonde get inside his head. Gordon cleared his throat to speak.
“You know why I’m here. These games you’re playing with Lara have to stop!” Gordon said firmly.
“And why would I agree to that? I mean, don’t get me wrong – a business merger between your family and mine would make everyone involved fabulously wealthy… and I do love money! But I have all the money I could ever need.” Anjelica said.
“If your father decides to leave it to you.” Gordon countered.
“And why wouldn’t he? I’m his only child after all – his darling daughter.” Anjelica countered.
“I think his view of you might sour, once he finds out what you’ve been doing with your spare time.” Gordon responded.
Anjelica pursed her lips. She had clearly been testing him, and now she wanted to get down to the nitty gritty.
“Alright, so what exactly are you terms?” Anjelica said.
“I’m prepared to convince my father to merge his company with Du Pont Chemicals, thereby forming the largest chemical manufacturer in the world. I’ll also tell everyone that it was your idea, and that you convinced me to go along with it. That should put you deep in daddy’s good books.” Gordon said.
“And in return?” Anjelica asked.
“You leave Lara alone. You turn over or destroy any recordings you’ve made of her, and you end your blackmail. I’m also going to need your family to support Dean Walton for the next Vice Chancellor at Princeton.” Gordon said.
“I have a counter offer. I’ll agree to stop my blackmail, but I get to keep the recordings – I kind of like them – but I promise that no one else will ever see them, as long as the merger goes through. After that… well, any scandal involving your family would hurt our company’s share price just as much as a scandal involving mine – and as I said, I do love money.” Anjelica said.
Gordon could feel the pieces of his plan sliding into place. Anjelica continued.
“I’ll also agree to support Dean Walton for Vice Chancellor; However, as for leaving Lara alone: I’ll agree to leave her alone for as long as she desires to be left alone.” Anjelica said.
“You can’t seriously believe that she actually wants to do any of the things you’ve been forcing her to do?” Gordon said incredulously.
Anjelica stood up and turned on a large television monitor on the wall. Gordon found himself watching a colour CCTV screen that showed a woman, tied up by her hands, being double penetrated by a group of men in orange prison jumpsuits. Gordon’s eyes widened when the woman lifted her face to the sky: it was Lara, and she had an unmistakable look of ecstasy on her beautiful face.
“Are you sure she isn’t enjoying herself?” Anjelica asked.
Gordon felt the first seeds of doubt starting to nestle their way into his mind.
“She’s tied up! They’re doing that to her against her will!” Gordon protested.
“Really, is that what you think?” Anjelica asked sceptically. “Sheriff!” Anjelica shouted at the open doorway behind him.
Sheriff Tyler had been waiting outside his office and poked his head around the corner.
“Sheriff, could you please untie Miss Croft and give her to the last batch of prisoners?” Anjelica asked.
The Sheriff hesitated, clearly not comfortable discussing his business in front of Gordon. Then he answered.
“Ok, but she might put up a fight.” Sheriff Tyler warned.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Anjelica answered confidently.
Lara was once again hanging limply by her wrists, with the warm cum of the twenty prisoners who’d already fucked her leaking down her legs. The last batch of satisfied prisoners were locked safely back within their cells. Lara felt strong hands supporting her weight, while she was released from the handcuffs. Lara winced as she was deposited on the cold concrete floor, rubbing the sore red marks that the handcuffs had left on her wrists.
“Release the last batch.” Deputy Rimes said.
Lara sat exhausted on the floor, as the last group of 10 prisoners filed out. This group consisted entirely of large muscular black men, not one of them less than 6 feet tall. They looked over at the deputies, who nodded their silent permission. Then the prisoners swarmed over the naked tomb raider. Hands started molesting every part of her sexy body. They groped her breasts and pulled her nipples, they pinched and squeezed her ass, and they rubbed and penetrated her pussy and asshole with their fingers. One of the prisoners grabbed hold of Lara’s ponytail and dragged her towards another prisoner lying down on his back, with his erection poking upwards from his open prison jumpsuit.
Lara crawled over to him on her hands and knees, like a dog. All of her fierce pride was gone, replaced with a yearning desire for more pleasure. She straddled the prisoner, resting her hands on the orange chest of his jumpsuit, while she lowered her sloppy pussy down onto his thick black cock. Lara bit her lip and grunted, as she felt his cock bottom out inside her pussy. A second prisoner climbed up behind her and thrust his black cock into her well-used asshole. Lara closed her eyes and moaned happily, as she felt the second thick cock slide into her body alongside the first.
Lara felt something hot slapping against her cheek. She opened her eyes to see three more large black cocks pointed at head. Without needing to be told, Lara reached up and started stroking the cocks on either side of her head with her hands, while using her mouth to pleasure the cock directly in front of her face. Lara bucked like a cowgirl riding a rodeo horse, as she was bounced between the prisoners triple penetrating her. Her shapely toned buttocks rippled with each brutal thrust of the prisoner impaling her asshole. Her pussy was sopping wet and frothy with slippery white gruel. Sweat was dripping down her lightly tanned skin and her hair was a wild, tangled mess. Lara gagged in time with the rapid thrusts of the prisoner fucking her throat, and drool was streaming down her chin.
The wanton, abused woman moaning lewdly in the midst of her gangbang was a world away from the wealthy Countess that Lara had once been. That elegant and sophisticated high-class noblewoman had been replaced by a sweaty, lust-filled animal, whose only goal was to satisfy her own depraved sexual desires. Lara screamed around the cock in her throat, as she orgasmed again. The exquisite vibrations of her throat seemed to do the trick for the prisoner fucking her face, and he started spurting warm cum directly down her throat. Lara swallowed the thick gooey substance greedily, as she felt the prisoner in her ass stop thrusting and cum.
Lara pushed her buttocks back against his crotch, ensuring that the man’s cum jetted as deeply as possible inside her bowels. One of the prisoners she was jerking off exploded against her cheek, sending thick spurts of cum splashing against the side of her face. The prisoners who ejaculated were instantly replaced by fresh ones. Another thick black cock was shoved up Lara’s ass and another was pushed between her lips. The other prisoner Lara was giving a hand job to came, plastering the other side of her face with sticky ropes of cum. Two more prisoners stepped forward and Lara eagerly stroked their cocks, while she bobbed her mouth up and down on the cock in front of her.
The man beneath her grunted and came. Lara blushed with both shame and excitement, as she felt his powerful jets of cum splashing against the back of her pussy. He slid out from between her legs and a fresh prisoner took his place. Lara moaned around the cock in her mouth, as she bounced her pussy and asshole up and down on the two cocks impaling her. This time, they weren’t just fucking her; she was fucking them back. The prisoner between her legs thrust upwards into her pussy. Lara slammed her pussy down to meet him, ensuring maximum penetration. The prisoner behind her rammed his cock deep inside her asshole. Lara angled her hips upwards to allow him to slide even deeper inside her bowels. The feeling of the two black cocks stretching open her pussy and asshole, and rubbing against each other deep inside her, felt incredible!
The man fucking Lara’s mouth moaned as she shoved her lips all the way down his shaft, taking him balls-deep inside her throat. She pulled the two cocks she was jerking off closer to her face, so that their tips were now rubbing against her flawless skin. Lara’s sexy body bent and undulated in perfect timing with the men fucking her. It was like watching an obscene dance, flawlessly choreographed and perfectly executed. The prisoner fucking Lara’s asshole came first, and Lara shivered with delight when she felt his warm cum jetting deep inside her bowels. The man beneath her came next, filling her pussy with yet another load of warm, sticky cum.
Lara was left on her knees, pleasuring the three remaining prisoners with her hands and mouth. The man fucking Lara’s mouth moaned and came. Lara held her stretched lips down around the base of his cock, allowing him to shoot his warm cum directly down her throat. The two prisoners she was giving handjobs to came together. Lara held their cocks against her face while she milked them dry. Soon, thick streams of cum were flowing down her face, like syrup oozing down a stack of pancakes. Lara even tilted her face upwards and turned her head from side to side, ensuring that every part of her beautiful face was glazed in a sticky layer of gooey cum.
When all ten of the remaining of prisoners had finished ejaculated in or on her body, Lara collapsed down onto all fours, exhausted and gasping for breath. The deputies returned the prisoners to their cells and then carried her back into the main custody area. They deposited her onto the concrete floor and then forced her down onto her hands and knees. Rather than resisting, Lara reached down between her legs and started vigorously rubbing her clit. Just before the gangbang had ended, she had been incredibly close to orgasming. Now, all she could think about was pushing herself back over the edge.
Lara heard a padding sound approaching her from behind, and then grunted as she felt 90 pounds of furry black German Shepherd pressing down on top of her back. Lara tried to summon what was left of her strength to crawl out from under him, but the dog’s powerful forelegs clamped down around her waist and held her in place. Lara looked down between her legs and saw 8 inches of angry red dog cock aimed squarely at her wet pussy. She looked around desperately for assistance, and found herself staring straight into the lens of Deputy Clayton’s video camera. They were filming the whole thing!
She was looking right into the camera when the enormous black dog drove forward and rammed its bestial cock inside her pussy. The look on her face was priceless: a mixture of surprise, outrage, horror and disbelief that this could be happening to her. The massive canine steadied itself, scrabbling with its forelegs while its hind legs danced forward. Then it used its tight grip around her waist to hold her in place, while it started rapidly pumping in and out of her pussy. This can’t be happening, Lara thought! Bestiality was one of the biggest taboos in civilised society, and now Lara had partaken in it twice!
The dog was now relentlessly humping her pussy with short but powerful thrusts. Lara’s mind rebelled at the wrongness of what she was doing, but her body was starting to feel indecently good. The dog’s thick canine cock was sliding in and out of her pussy with ease, and the angle of its thrusts meant it was slamming against her cervix. Lara felt another orgasm building inside her abused pussy, but this time she didn’t try to fight it; instead, she reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clit. Her hand moved in time with the dog’s thrusting hindquarters, edging her closer and closer to orgasm. She distantly heard the security door swinging open, but she was too focused on her own pleasure to pay any attention. Just a few more seconds, she thought!
“Lara???” said a familiar voice.
Lara looked up and saw the two people that had started this whole sordid affair staring down at her: Gordon had a look of horror on his face, and Anjelica had a triumphant smile on hers. The colour drained from Lara’s face.
“Gordon! Don’t look!” Lara shouted desperately.
She wished that the ground would open up and swallow her. Even worse, she realised that in spite of her shame and embarrassment, she still hadn’t stopped rubbing herself. As the dog humped her, she felt the thick bulge of its swollen knot slide inside her pussy, locking the canine cock in place. Her humiliation increased to a whole new level a few seconds later, when she very obviously orgasmed around the dog’s bestial cock.
Gordon stared in disbelief as Lara Croft, the love of his life, orgasmed while being mounted and fucked by a dog. Anjelica placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke into his ear.
“Look at her! After everything she’s done, do you really think you’ll be enough to satisfy her now? Without me, how long before she tires of you?” Anjelica asked.
Gordon watched as the dog stopped humping her and began to cum, filling his lover with its canine sperm. Gordon tore his eyes away from the scene and tried to gather his thoughts.
“Gordon, I’m sorry! Please don’t hate me!” Lara sobbed.
Gordon knelt down beside Lara’s sweaty, cum-splattered face.
“I could never hate you. I love you, more than anything.” Gordon said reassuringly.
The huge black dog dismounted from Lara’s back and tried to walk away, but its knotted cock was still locked tightly inside her pussy.
“Would you get this thing off her?” He asked the deputy holding the dog’s leash.
“Sorry sport! Rex is knotted on pretty good. It’ll be at least 20 minutes before he comes loose.” Deputy Rimes explained.
“It’s alright, I’m here.” Gordon said, gently wiping the tears away from Lara’s sticky, dishevelled face.
But even as he comforted the woman he loved, he was haunted by Anjelica’s words echoing through his mind: Do you really think you’ll be able to satisfy her now? How long before she tires of you?
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