The Scandalous Adventures Of Professor Croft | By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 80205 -:- 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. |
“It’s not too late to change your mind.” Gordon said.
“I’m sure.” Lara said determinedly.
Lara had invited him over on Sunday afternoon and told him to bring along any toys or costumes he wanted her to wear. Gordon was barely able to contain his excitement. After their last lovemaking session, Lara had offered him a virtual blank cheque to explore any sexual fantasies he wished, including roleplay and costumes. Most of the costumes he had ordered online hadn’t arrived yet, but some of the toys he’d bought had, and it was these that he had brought with him to Lara’s apartment. He’d been surprised that she’d called him again so soon after their last meeting, since he wasn’t supposed to come back until Tuesday. It gave him hope that she might be developing feelings for him.
Gordon unconsciously chewed on his lower lip, as he admired Lara’s gorgeous naked body: her long, athletic legs were completely smooth and perfectly proportioned; she had a sexy thigh gap peeking out from beneath her firm, round buttocks; her womanly hips flared outwards sensually before synching in at her tiny waist, giving her an enticing hourglass figure; above her flat stomach sat her gravity defying D-cup breasts, which seemed impossibly perky, given their impressive size; finally, atop her elegant neck, sat one of the most beautiful faces in the world, with high cheekbones, full red lips, flawless skin and seductive brown eyes, framed by lustrous dark-brown hair that cascaded down her back like something out of a fairy-tale.
“You’re staring again.” Lara told him.
“Sorry…” Gordon apologised, and then finished wrapping the last of the black Velcro cuffs around Lara’s ankles.
Each of Lara’s wrists and ankles were now wrapped in a thick black cuff made from soft 2 inch wide Velcro, connected to a sturdy stainless steel D-ring shackle.
“So… where do you want me?” Lara asked, gesturing suggestively with her hands.
“On the bed, on all fours.” Gordon instructed.
“So romantic!” Lara giggled, as she climbed atop her king-sized bed.
Gordon extended the 3 foot wide stainless steel spreader bar to its full length, and then slid it in between Lara’s legs. The bar had 4 stainless steel loops set into it, one pair at each end, and a second pair 4 inches inward from the ends. Gordon undid the shackle of Lara’s left ankle cuff and then clipped it through the steel loop at the far left end of the spreader bar, before locking the shackle shut again.
“Spread your legs wider apart.” Gordon said.
Lara complied, and then Gordon clipped Lara’s right ankle shackle to the other end of the spreader bar. Lara’s legs were now locked permanently open.
“Put your chest on the bed and push your arms back between your legs.” Gordon said.
“This isn’t exactly comfortable.” Lara grumbled, but Gordon could tell that she was more nervous than annoyed.
Gordon clipped Lara’s wrist cuffs into the inner pair of steel loops on the spreader bar. Lara’s arms were forced into a straight position, just inside of her legs, while the unnatural posture forced Lara to arch her back and thrust her heart-shaped ass up high in the air. Lara turned her head to one side, with her cheek resting on top of the mattress. Gordon walked forward and jingled the next pair of accessories in front of her face. Lara’s eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and fear, but also excitement.
“Are you sure you want me to keep going?” Gordon asked.
Lara nodded. Gordon took the first of the nipple clamps and placed it against Lara’s right nipple. Lara jerked suddenly, as he locked the padded jaws shut over her sensitive nipple. The movement caused the small golden bell attached to the nipple clamp to jingle. Gordon walked around the bed and locked the second clamp in place over Lara’s left nipple. Gordon spanked Lara’s ass experimentally, which caused both nipple bells to jingle loudly. Gordon grinned at his handiwork. He walked over to his bag and returned with the final part of Lara’s costume.
“Can you click your fingers?” Gordon asked.
Lara nodded and clicked her fingers experimentally several times.
“Good. Anytime you want to stop, just click your fingers.” Gordon said.
Lara looked up at him in confusion. They had previously used safe words during their sex play, so she was probably wondering why they weren’t doing that again now. She understood a moment later, when Gordon showed her the black, leather harness that he was going to place over her head: it was faintly reminiscent of the bridles worn by show horses. Gordon slipped the harness down over Lara’s head and then pressed a 1.5 inch wide red rubber ball gag into her mouth. The ball gag was attached to two thin leather straps that ran from the corners of Lara’s open mouth to her cheeks, where they connected to a pair of small stainless steel O-rings. The O-rings on her cheeks were in turn connected to three more black straps.
The first pair of straps descended downwards and looped under Lara’s chin, where they met via a steel buckle. The second pair of straps travelled horizontally around Lara’s head and met at a steel buckle positioned behind her neck. The last set of straps travelled up Lara’s cheeks at an inward angle, forming a triangular shape that met at another steel O-ring resting against her forehead. Just beneath this O-ring was a red leather blindfold that sat across Lara’s eyes, blocking her vision. The blindfold had thin black straps at either end, which wrapped around Lara’s head, while the O-ring on her forehead had a vertical strap that ran up over her head and then connected with the other straps behind her neck, locking everything into place.
Lara’s world was suddenly plunged into total darkness. The only sounds she could hear were the soft jingling of the bells attached to her nipples, and her own breathing through the thick red ball gag in her mouth. With her wrists and ankles shackled to the spreader bar, and her legs locked wide open, Lara had never felt more helpless or exposed than at that moment. The feeling was incredibly arousing for her, and she could feel herself growing wet with anticipation. She just wished Gordon would hurry up and fuck her!
Lara was kind of shocked by how much her time with Anjelica and the Delta Pi Sorority had changed her. The old Lara would never have let herself be tied up and used like this, but Anjelica’s cruel games had awakened a hidden submissive side to her personality; it had also turned her into something of a nymphomaniac. Only a day earlier, Lara had been gangbanged by 20 Frat boys while wearing latex pig suit, and then sucked off at least that many college students at a toilet stall glory-hole; but rather than sate her lust, she had woken up the following morning feeling even hornier. Luckily for her, she knew of a certain young, well-hung paramour with a penchant for degrading anal sex, who could satisfy her indecent sexual desires.
Lara felt Gordon run a hand slowly down her naked back, his soft fingers gliding over her hot skin. Her sensory deprivation seemed to make the feeling even more intense, and she shivered as his fingers gently caressed her flesh. Gordon’s other hand cupped her right breast, causing the nipple clamp to jingle in response. Lara had gotten used to the pressure of the clamps against her nipples, and the slight pain they caused only seemed to heighten her pleasure at being fondled. Gordon teased and caressed her naked body for several minutes. Lara grunted in frustration, as Gordon’s fingers trailed tantalizingly close to her fully exposed pussy, but never once strayed between her legs.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, she heard a loud buzzing noise coming from between her legs. A moment later, she felt a vibrator being pressed against her clitoris. Lara moaned and bucked her hips, but restrained as she was, she wasn’t able to move more than a few inches in any direction. An orgasm built inside of her from the intense vibrations. Lara’s moans became louder and her movements more frantic, but just when she was about to cum, Gordon took the vibrator away.
Lara shouted in frustration, though her words were completely muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. Lara felt a nozzle press against her puckered anus, followed by the sensation of slippery liquid squirting against it. Soon, she felt a lubricated finger pushing inside her ass. It slid in and out of her asshole a dozen times, before being joined by a second finger. Then Lara moaned through the gag, as she felt the vibrator once again buzzing against her clit. Lara bucked against the vibrator, as she felt a third finger sliding in and out of stretched open asshole. Without warning, both the vibrator and the fingers withdrew from her helpless body. Lara cursed loudly through the gag, as her desired orgasm was once again denied to her.
Lara felt her firm, athletic muscles starting to tremble from the lack of sexual release, and she could feel beads of sweat beginning to drip down her naked skin. Lara’s frustration grew, as Gordon continued toying with her, pressing the vibrator against her clit for 20 to 30 seconds at a time and then pulling it away before Lara could reach climax. For Lara, the unaccustomed feeling of helplessness and a total loss of control was delicious. She just wished that Gordon would stop teasing her and let her orgasm.
Lara felt Gordon’s hands pulling her round buttocks apart to fully expose her well-lubricated sphincter. Lara instinctively turned her head to see what he was doing, but then remembered that she was wearing a blindfold, and wouldn’t be able to see what was happening anyway. Her blindness added to her feeling of excited anticipation, as she had no idea what he would do next. Lara gasped and jerked forward, as she felt something smooth and round pressing against her asshole. The sudden movement caused the small bells attached to her nipples to ring loudly.
Gordon watched as Lara’s tight asshole slowly expanded open around the first black anal bead, before swallowing it inside. The round anal beads were 1.5 inches wide and spaced 1 inch apart, along a 0.25 inch thick flexible rubber-coated string. There were 6 thick black beads in total, evenly spaced out along a 16 inch long black string, with a black rubber O-ring handle set at the back end. Gordon inserted the slack from the string into Lara asshole, and then pressed the next anal bead forward in between her sexy upturned ass cheeks. Lara jerked forward against her bonds, her movements causing her large breasts to bounce pendulously beneath her chest, filling the room with the high pitched ringing of her nipple bells.
Gordon grinned with satisfaction. Lara looked deliciously helpless, trussed up turkey waiting to be served at Thanksgiving. Gordon watched mesmerised as her tight anus pushed inwards and then slowly expanded around another smooth black anal bead. Her asshole resisted for a moment, just before reaching the widest point of the thick bead, before stretching open wider and swallowing it inside. Lara’s anus gaped open for a moment, before squeezing shut around the thin rubbery string that led to the next anal bead. Gordon smiled and fed another inch of string inside Lara’s sphincter, until the next thick anal bead was pressing against her anus.
Lara grunted into her gag and fidgeted against her restrains, as Gordon pushed the next anal bead against her asshole. She felt the pressure of it build against her anus, and then experienced the weird but familiar sensation of her sphincter expanding open around it. Lara shuddered, as the thick bead disappeared inside her anus, pushing the first bead deeper into her ass. Lara had participated in anal sex enough times with Gordon that it no longer hurt, but it still felt strange to have these oversized balls moving around deep inside her.
In the wake of the thick anal bead, the thin rubbery string connecting them had no difficulty sliding inside her sphincter. The fourth bead in line pressed between her upturned ass cheeks, and Lara groaned as her asshole stretched open and swallowed it inside. Lara felt the first anal bead push deeper inside her rectum. She now had over 10 inches of the 16 inch long string of anal beads lodged inside her butt, but there were still another 2 beads to go. Gordon pushed forward and the fourth thick bead penetrated Lara’s asshole. The penetrations were meeting far less resistance now, as Lara’s tight ass relaxed to accommodate the repeated invasions.
Lara felt the sixth and final anal bead get pushed inside of her. She now had 15 inches of anal beads lodged inside her rectum, with only the 1 inch wide O-ring handle still protruding from her asshole. Lara could feel the first thick anal bead pushing obscenely deep inside of her, pressing against the entrance to her colon. She felt sure that she would have been able to see the outline of the anal beads protruding from her flat stomach, were she not wearing a blindfold. Lara heard a familiar buzzing, and a moment later she moaned into her gag, as Gordon pressed the vibrator against her clit.
Lara moaned into her gag as her excitement grew. Although barely able to move more than a few inches, she unconsciously ground her pussy again the vibrator between her legs. Her breathing quickened as she came closer and closer to orgasming. Then Gordon cruelly pulled the buzzing vibrator away, leaving her vainly humpy thin air. Lara shouted and swore into her gag, the sounds coming out muffled and unintelligible. Then she jerked and groaned, as Gordon started pulling backwards on the string of anal beads in her ass.
Gordon pulled slowly on the string of anal beads, watching Lara’s asshole winking open and closed around each bead in turn. He pulled five of the thick anal beads out of Lara’s ass, leaving only the first inside. Then he pushed them all back inside again, one after the other. Lara’s anal sphincter was much looser the second time around, and swallowed each of the beads without much resistance. Gordon pressed the buzzing vibrator back between Lara’s legs, watching her grind her pussy against it. It was an intoxicating sight: the beautiful, naked aristocrat completely at his mercy and desperately humping herself against the vibrator in his hand.
Gordon stopped when he saw that Lara was approaching orgasm, and then grinned as he heard her muffled shouts of frustration. Gordon grabbed the O-ring at the end of the string of anal beads and waited for Lara to calm down. When she finally stilled, he pulled on the end of the string of beads, this time much more forcefully than before. Lara’s whole body shuddered, as her asshole winked open and closed around the beads. Gordon pulled all but the first bead out of Lara’s spasming asshole, before slowly reinserting them again, one at a time. Then he pressed the buzzing vibrator back between her legs.
Lara shuddered as she felt the long string of anal beads being pulled from her ass. She felt her asshole being stretched wide open around each of the anal beads, followed by an odd feeling of emptiness as her gaping asshole clenched down on thin air. No sooner did her asshole clench shut, then the next anal bead in line forced it to gape wide open again. Gordon pulled all but the first bead from her asshole, and then reinserted them. Then he resumed teasing her clitoris with the vibrator. Lara moaned as another orgasm built inside of her, and was then cruelly denied to her by Gordon. If this was what blue balls felt like, then Lara actually felt bad about having inflicted it upon so many of the men in her life.
Gordon pulled the anal beads out again, only much faster this time. Lara felt her asshole spasm open and closed, as it vainly attempted to adjust itself to the vastly different diameters of the thick anal beads and the thin rubbery string connecting them. Lara moaned, and was surprised to realise that the stuff Gordon was doing to her butt was actually starting to feel good. Lara experimentally tried to clench her asshole shut, but found that it wouldn’t close all the way. She felt Gordon push the anal beads back inside her, one after another, but the sensation was oddly pleasant.
After another 30 seconds of attention with the vibrator, Gordon practically yanked the anal beads from her asshole. Lara’s whole body shook, causing the bells attached to her numb nipples to ring comically. Lara tried to press her thighs shut in response to the pleasure building between her legs, but she was helpless to do so with the spreader bar forcing her legs wide apart. Lara felt sure that her asshole must be gaping wide open right now. She suddenly imagined the scandal if anyone saw her like this: tied up in bondage gear, with a string of oversized anal beads sticking out of her gaping ass. She imaged pictures of it being broadcast around the world, and gracing the front covers of the gossip magazine, with headlines like “The Slutty Professor” and “The Countess of Anal.”
Lara failed to notice when Gordon didn’t replace the anal beads inside of her. A moment later, she moaned louder, as she felt Gordon’s enormous cock sliding inside her gaping asshole. At 2 inches wide, Gordon’s massive cock was actually wider than the anal beads, but Lara’s excited body had no difficulty accommodating him. Gordon mounted her from behind, grabbing her long ponytail for additional leverage and riding her like a stallion. Lara had been sodomized many times during her secret affair with Gordon, but never so roughly and deeply. Gordon drove his enormous 10 inch cock all the way inside her upturned asshole, causing Lara’s entire body to shake with each long, powerful thrust. He was pounding her ass like Normandy on D-Day, and she was loving every second of it!
Lara’s senses became overloaded by the different sensations on her body, and pleasure and pain seemed to merge inside of her until they became indistinguishable: the nipple clamps on her breasts started to feel good; her long silky hair being roughly pulled felt good; the feeling of Gordon’s thick cock ramming in and out of her stretched asshole felt good; and the feeling of Gordon’s cock pressing against the sensitive walls of her rectum felt really good. Lara desperately wanted to cum, and her body adapted to satisfy that carnal urge. Lara moaned loudly into her ball gag, as another powerful orgasm built inside of her, but this time without any clitoral stimulation.
“I’m going to make you my anal slut! I’m going to make you cum, just from fucking your ass!” Gordon grunted from behind and above her, as he ploughed her asshole like a man possessed.
Lara moaned as her orgasm continued to build, and she realised that Gordon was right: she was about to have an orgasm from anal sex. It was unthinkable; it was obscene; it was deliciously indecent.
“Admit it! Admit you’re a dirty anal slut!” Gordon shouted, pulling harder on Lara’s hair and forcing her head back.
“I’m a dirty anal slut!” Lara shouted into her ball gag.
The words were made completely unintelligible by the gag in her mouth, but Lara shouted them anyway, over and over again; the slutty words adding to her shame and excitement.
Lara’s breathing deepened and her whole body shook, as a powerful orgasm washed over her. Lara let out a long, almost pleading moan of pleasure, as she came. She felt her tight pussy spasming open and closed, while her juices flowed copiously down the inside of her thighs. Gordon didn’t let up, but continued to piston his cock in and out of Lara’s stretched open asshole. He came himself two minutes later, shooting powerful jets of warm cum deep inside Lara’s rectum. Gordon pulled his spent but still impressively large cock out of her, leaving Lara’s asshole gaping open an inch wide in its wake.
Gordon moved around beside her and Lara felt him tenderly kiss her on the cheek. Then he started to unbuckle her wrists and ankles from the stainless steel spreader bar, before removing the blindfold and gag harness from around her head. Able to see and move again, Lara saw Gordon looking at her expectantly, clearly not sure how she would react to what had just occurred. Lara dropped to her knees in front of him and started cleaning off his cock with her mouth. Gordon always did love ass to mouth, and Lara licking his cock straight from her own asshole made him groan with pleasure. Gordon leaned down to remove the thick leather SLAVE collar from around her neck, but Lara shook her head.
“Leave it on. I kind of like being your naughty little sex slave for the evening.” Lara said cheekily.
They made love again an hour later, although this time without the spreader bar. Lara’s SLAVE collar had a large stainless steel D-ring protruding from it, which Gordon shackled to the D-rings on Lara’s wrist cuffs. This left her hands locked to the front of her neck, which forced her forearms to run up along either side of her large breasts, pressing them together. Lara loved the feeling of helplessness this gave her, and when Gordon climbed between her legs on the bed and proceeded to eat out her pussy, she came again in record time.
Gordon wiped away Lara’s juices from his mouth and reached for something on the floor, before lying down on top of her. Lara bit her lower lip playfully, as Gordon inserted the 6 inch long, 1 inch wide vibrator inside her pussy. Lara moaned as the pleasant vibrations surged through her crotch. Gordon shifted between her legs and pressed the thick tip of his cock against her asshole. Lara’s ass was already loosened and lubricated from before, and swallowed his entire cock in one go. Gordon leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, while tenderly stroking her hair. Gordon fucked her ass missionary style, holding her close to him and kissing her passionately while they made love. This time Gordon paced himself, making sure not to cum until after Lara had orgasmed. Afterwards, Gordon removed the restraints, except for the SLAVE collar, and they climbed under the covers and slept intertwined in each other’s arms.
Gordon had to leave for work early the next morning. Lara felt a strange sense of loss when he removed the SLAVE collar from around her neck, although her conscious mind immediately scolded her for being ridiculous. She kissed Gordon goodbye and after a light breakfast, got dressed in her workout clothes and walked to her office at the University. Today was the day that she would have to publicly wear a bikini and help sell her swimsuit calendars to the students attending the Princeton University Festival.
The thought of parading herself in front of her students was deeply embarrassing, but it was the price she had to pay if she wanted to finally be free from Anjelica’s perverse sexual games. Even so, she knew that Anjelica would likely take every opportunity to draw out her humiliation, which was why she had brought along the folded black trench coat under her arm. Lara knew that the other Sorority girls would also be wearing bikinis, so she would hopefully not stand out as much while she was around them. What she was really dreading was the long walk to and from the Festival. Even thinking about walking through the crowds of fully clothed students, while wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini, made her blush with embarrassment.
Anjelica had asked to meet her at 9am, and the younger woman was already waiting for Lara outside her office. Anjelica was wearing a blue hoddie and a pair of dark grey leggings, and she had a navy blue tote bag under one arm.
“You look very relaxed. Did you get some from your boyfriend last night?” Anjelica asked snidely.
The question caught Lara off-guard, and she smiled as she thought of Gordon, before blushing and quickly looking away.
“So you did!” Anjelica said, smiling broadly. “I guess getting gangbanged by half of the jocks and nerds on campus wasn’t enough for you! Wow, you really are a slut!”
Lara ignored Anjelica’s snide remarks and unlocked the door to her office, before stepping aside to allow the younger woman to enter. Anjelica immediately got down to business, pulling out 3 swimsuits from her tote bag. Lara had expected to see the same swimsuits that she had worn for the original photo shoot, but these were all different, and each had a pair of matching platform high heels laid out next to them.
“Anjelica, couldn’t I just buy all of the calendars myself? You’d still get your money…” Lara said, trying one last ditch effort to reason with the sadistic blonde.
“Not a chance! You’re lucky I’m even giving a choice of which swimsuit to wear, but don’t try my patience. Now hurry up and get dressed!” Anjelica commanded.
Lara looked distastefully at the proffered swimsuits, and realised that this would be a case of choosing the lesser of two evils, or more precisely, the least egregious outfit. Lara ruled out the first swimsuit immediately: it was a neon green Y-shaped Borat-style one-piece swimsuit, with two thin straps that started a couple of inches above the crotch, ran up over the shoulders and then ended in a thin thong at the back. The swimsuit would barely cover her nipples, and would leave most of her breasts and ass completely exposed.
The second swimsuit was a red micro-bikini. The bottoms started low, with a thin triangle of cloth at the crotch that started only an inch above the pussy and ended at the inner thigh. Thin red strings comprised the waist of the bikini bottoms, which curved up over the hips, before arcing down again to form a Y-shaped thong at the back. The bikini top was similarly skimpy, with two narrow triangular cups that would only just cover her nipples, but would leave the majority of her breasts completely exposed. They were joined together by more thin red strings, which would be tied together behind her back.
The last swimsuit on the table was already looking promising, simply by virtue of having more material than the other two. It was black two-piece bikini with shiny gold-coloured rings attached to it. The cut of the swimsuit was a bit more daring than she would have chosen for herself, although she had worn skimpier outfits during her younger, more adventuress days; however, it was clearly the least indecent option, so she selected it and started to undress. Once she was fully changed, she put on a pair of what could only be described as stripper heels. The shoes had absurdly high 2 inch black platforms at the toe and tapering 7 inch high gold-coloured heels at the back. The platform heels were open toed, and had transparent foot and ankle straps that left her naked feet entirely exposed.
Lara felt slightly unsteady as she stood up, as she was not used to wearing heels that were quite this high. Naturally tall for a woman at 5’9”, she was now towering a full 6’4” off the ground. The high heels had the desired effect of elongating her legs and drawing even more attention to her sexy athletic physique. Lara wrapped herself in her long black trench coat, which drew a disappointed look from Anjelica, but thankfully no objections; then she followed Anjelica out of her office and down the hall.
Being a University holiday, the Archaeology Building was deserted, but as soon as they got downstairs to the foyer, Lara started to see groups of students walking towards the park where the Festival was being held. It was a 15 minute walk to the Festival, and the crowds of students thickened as they got closer. At first, no one seemed to be looking in their direction, but as they got closer, more and more people stopped and stared at her. Lara felt absurd in the ludicrously high heels: she felt like she was walking on stilts, and she towered a full head above Anjelica.
The Festival Park was packed with thousands of students, and they had to thread their way through the thronging crowds just to make headway. Lara’s heart started to beat faster, as she realised that virtually every student on campus was here today. There were dozens of stalls selling food and refreshments, as well as larger tents run by the various Sororities, Fraternities and University sporting clubs. Anjelica led Lara towards a large central stage, where an amateur rock band was playing to a group of several hundred students. To Lara’s growing dread, Anjelica led her up the side stairs that led onto the stage.
The band onstage finished their song and then one of the stage hands nodded to Anjelica, who walked out onto stage with a very reluctant Lara in tow.
“Hey everyone! Are we all having an awesome Princeton Festival?” Anjelica shouted into the microphone.
Many of the gathered students cheered and whistled in response, but most of them weren’t really paying attention to what she was saying, and just wanted to music to start up again. That would all change a few moments later.
“As you all know, every year the Delta Pi Sorority sells a sexy swimsuit calendar to help raise money for children with cancer. This year’s model is our own beautiful and famous Professor Lara Croft!” Anjelica said.
A stunned silence washed over the crowd of students, as they realised what Anjelica was saying: Professor Lara Croft, the wet dread of every male on campus, had agreed to model for a swimsuit calendar! A murmur of excitement and disbelief ran through the crowd, and every pair of eyes turned to stare at Lara. Lara started to blush under their intense scrutiny, but her embarrassment was about to get a whole lot worse.
“The calendars will be going on sale for $15.00 each, but for an additional $15.00 you can get your photo taken with our beautiful swimsuit model here. We’ll also give you a group discount, if you want to get some friends together for a group photo. Lara, step forward and show them what you have to work with.” Anjelica said.
This was the moment: Lara felt sick with anxiety and her hands started to shake. It was funny that in all of her years of tomb raider adventures she had been shot at, attacked by wild animals, dodged ancient booby traps and even once had an entire stone temple almost collapse onto her head; yet she had never felt more terrified than at this moment. Anjelica saw her hesitation and gestured again.
“Come-on Professor Croft, there’s no need to be shy. Remember, it’s all for a good cause.” Anjelica said into the microphone.
Lara saw the crowd swell, as students from nearby stalls gathered around the stage to try and get a better look. Lara saw hundreds of cell phones held up above the crowd and pointed in her direction, ready to immortalise the moment she stripped off in front of them. Lara felt herself turning bright red with embarrassment, but she reluctantly reached down and slowly unbuttoned her black trench coat. The crowd went completely silent, and they watched the event unfold with rapt anticipation. There was a sharp intake of breath as Lara let the trench coat fall down around her feet. This was soon followed by whistles of approval and shouts of appreciation. Hundreds of camera phones flashed, taking photo after photo of her embarrassing outfit.
The black bikini bottoms were scandalously low-cut and comprised a triangle of black material that started well below the line of her hips, and only rose two inches above her pussy. The crotch of the bikini tapered outwards into two thin wings that ran up towards her hips, where each one connected to a large gold-coloured metal hoop. The golden hoops were 3 inches wide, and left the sides of Lara’s hips completely bare. The backside of the bikini was a cheeky cut, which started 2 inches above Lara’s ass and curved downwards over her sexy butt cheeks, before meeting half way down Lara’s ass crack and disappearing between her cheeks.
While not as revealing as a thong, the curved nature of the cheeky-cut bikini actually accentuated the toned roundness of her butt and gave the impression of her having a permanent wedgie. The skimpy front of the bikini bottoms drew the eyes downwards towards the thin black triangle covering her crotch; while the large 3 inch diameter hoops acted like side cut-outs, fully exposed her naked hips and elongating her legs. The black bikini top had two black triangular cups, which were separated at the front by another 3 inch wide golden hoop. The hoop sat right between her large breasts, leaving her central cleavage completely exposed.
The black bikini cups started just above the base of her chest, showing a hint of round under-boob beneath them, and they stopped just above the upper curve of her D-cup breasts. Their triangular shape meant that they only covered an inch of flesh on either side of her nipples, but left her entire middle cleavage and most of her side boobs on display. The tops of the black bikini cups tapered into thin black strings that ran up behind her neck, where they were tied together, while a second set of thin black strings ran horizontally from the bikini top and tied together behind her back. Lara couldn’t deny that the swimsuit was sexy, but it was completely inappropriate attire for her to be wearing in front of her students.
“Come-on Lara, step forward and give the audience a twirl.” Anjelica said into the microphone.
Lara blushed more deeply, but reluctantly stepped forward to the front of the stage and made a small twirl in her ludicrously high black and gold stripper heels. The movement caused her long dark ponytail to flick up into the air, before finally settling against her naked lower back. The crowd grew louder and more raucous as she paraded herself in front of them. Lara could see them catcalling and whistling at her, although their comments were swallowed up by the din of noise that seemed to engulf her. Lara could feel their lustful eyes scrutinising her semi-naked body, and fantasising about what they’d like to do to her.
“That’s enough of that.” Anjelica said, and Lara breathed a sigh of relief and stepped away from the front of the stage.
“Lara will be at the Delta Pi tent all day, so please stop by for a calendar and a photo. Remember, every dollar raised goes to help children with cancer.” Anjelica said.
Lara bent down to retrieve her trench coat, but Anjelica beat her to it.
“Oh no, you don’t get to cover up again until the end of the day.” Anjelica said, folding the jacket over her arm.
Anjelica led Lara down the stairs at the side of the stage. Several dozen students rushed forward to get a closer look at Lara’s outfit, but the vast majority were slowly migrating towards the Delta Pi Sorority tent. Another band started to play on stage, and the loud music quickly drowned out all of the nearby conversations. The two women pushed through the crowd towards the Delta Pi tent.
Because of their extensive financial resources and political connections inside the University, Delta Pi was able to field one of the largest stalls at the Festival. More of a marque than a tent, it was a flowing white structure 20 feet long and wide, with a shallowly sloped roof that was 9 feet high at the sides, and then rose up 12 feet tall in the middle, with a strong aluminium frame holding it all together. Inside the tent were four large pallets loaded with Lara’s A3 calendars, while in front of the tent, two large tables had been set up, with more calendars stacked on top of them.
Bikini clad Sorority girls were already busy at work selling the calendars, and there was a long line of students, mostly men but also a good number of women, lined up to buy their copy. The news of Lara wearing a swimsuit and posing for pictures was spreading like wildfire, and the line quickly swelled until it was hundreds of students long and snaked around the Delta Pi tent. The Sorority girls started moving up and down the line, selling calendars to the people waiting. Some of them were content to just buy a calendar and then leave the line, but almost half of them stayed in line to get their photo taken with the sexy archaeology Professor.
Lara could feel their eyes upon her as she walked past. Many of them were looking up at her straight from examining their copy of her bikini calendar. They clearly liked what they saw and nodded appreciatively as she walked past, causing Lara to blush a deeper shade of red. Lara had hoped that she would be able to pose for the photos inside the large white tent, but Anjelica was not merciful enough to allow that. Instead, the Sorority girls had set up a small stage at the side of their tent. The stage was only two feet off the ground and had two studio lights at either end, and a green-screen setup behind it. Lara looked up at the stage in confusion.
“It was Kari’s idea. We’ll take the photos using Whitney’s digital camera and then the customer can choose from several dozen different backgrounds. Then Kari will send the picture to their nominated email account.” Anjelica explained.
Kari waved to her from her desk at the foot of the stage, where she was sitting with her laptop, while in front of her Whitney was making some final adjustments to her high resolution digital camera. Lara stepped up onto the small stage and mentally prepared herself for an embarrassing day of posing for photos in her bikini. Lara was used to wearing revealing swimsuits, both for modelling shoots and while attending holiday resorts; but she had never before paraded herself in front of so many people. What made it worse were the tacky stripper heels she was wearing, which gave her revealing bikini and overtly sexual connotation: she felt like a cheap stripper, stepping onstage to begin her slutty performance.
The first student in line paid his $15.00 dollars and walked up onto the stage. Lara was used to posing on the red carpet for the press, and immediately fell back into her well-practiced routine. She angled her body, with one foot slightly forward, and placed her right hand on her hip, while forcing herself to smile. She jerked when she felt the short student wrap an arm around her naked back and lean into her body for the photo. In her high platform heels, the male student’s head only came up to her chest and he deliberately pressed his face against the side of her left breast and smiled. Whitney’s camera flashed and the student stepped off stage, only for another to take his place.
The next student was about 6 feet tall and looked like a jock. Lara assumed the same pose and forced a smile as the student wrapped a muscular arm around her tiny waist and leaned into her body. Out of the corner of her eye, Lara noticed that the boy was not even looking at the camera, but was instead staring straight down the front of her bikini top at her ample cleavage. She opened her mouth to complain, when the camera flashed. The student went down the stairs to where Kari was waiting and laughed when he saw the photo, before deciding upon the background he wanted. Another student stepped up onto the stage.
Each photograph took less than 30 seconds and then the next student in line took his turn. After the first dozen, Lara had her first group photo. 4 nerdy looking students came up on stage together, apparently having paid $15.00 and then $7.50 for each additional person. They stood with two students kneeling down on either side of her, and two more standing directly behind them. Lara felt four sets of sweaty hands resting against her back and thighs. She tried to ignore them and forced a smile as the camera flashed again.
After some more photos with male students, Lara got her first female student. She was a shy looking lesbian, who was blushing almost as much as Lara was. She flashed Lara a nervous smile, as she wrapped an arm around Lara’s waist. The girl’s hand felt much softer against Lara’s skin than the boys’ did. Lara smiled and posed next to the girl while the camera flashed. The next person to step up on stage made Lara blush bright red with shame, because it wasn’t a student but a member of staff.
The man was aged in his late 40s and was wearing a suit and a staff lanyard that identified him as a Professor, although Lara didn’t know of what. The man gave Lara a lascivious smile and placed a hand onto her lower back. Just before the photo was taken, Lara felt his hand slide down and grope her right ass cheek. She opened her mouth in protest and turned to look at him, just as the camera flashed and captured her look of outrage. The Professor walked away before she could berate him, chuckling as he walked over to Kari to select his preferred background.
The next person to step on the stage was thankfully another student, and Lara quickly regained her composure and struck another pose for the camera. Lara quickly got into a rhythm and the photographs seemed to blur into one. Thankfully, none of the other students got too handsy with her. Despite still feeling terribly embarrassed, Lara started to believe that she might actually get through this with most of her self-respect intact. The first 3 hours flew past and after posing for well over 300 photos, Lara noticed that the line of students was starting to thin out. Lara smiled with relief at the thought that her humiliating ordeal might almost be over.
Anjelica frowned as she saw the line of people wanting to get their photo taken starting to dwindle. The sales of Lara’s calendar had been incredible. During just that morning, they had already sold 5 times the number of calendars that they had during the previous year’s Festival; but there was still an entire pallet of calendars left to sell. Anjelica saw that there were only 50 or so students left in line for a photo, and most of them had already been sold calendars by the other Sorority Sisters. Anjelica looked across to Lara and saw that she was also aware of the dwindling line of potential customers. Lara’s relieved smile infuriated her. That’s it, Anjelica thought to herself!
Anjelica strode away from the Delta Pi tent and back to the main stage, where she waited for the current song to finish. As soon as the band stopped playing, Anjelica stepped back out onstage and addressed the crowd.
“Hi again, everyone! Just an update: so far, we’ve sold over 3,000 calendars. Isn’t that great!” Anjelica said into the microphone, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.
There was a light applause and cheering from the crowd, which had swelled to over a thousand now. Anjelica could see that at least a third of those present were holding a Lara Croft charity calendar.
“In order to raise even more money, Professor Croft will be posing for some extra naughty photos.” Anjelica said suggestively.
All talking ceased and Anjelica knew that she now had their full attention.
“For $30, Professor Croft will pose in any position you like. Now, there won’t be any nudity allowed, but you can put your hands wherever you like, and she will put her hands anywhere you like, if you catch my drift.” Anjelica said with an exaggerated wink.
Anjelica smiled when she saw that they did.
“And we’re still offering the group discount, so get your friends together and stop by the Delta Pi tent to get your photo taken with Professor Croft!” Anjelica said.
Lara finished posing for her latest photo and then saw a new crowd of students rushing to join the end of the line. She got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that something bad was about to happen. Her worst fears were confirmed when Anjelica arrived a few moments later.
“New plan: we’re now letting your adoring fans pay extra to have you do some sexier poses with them. There won’t be any nudity, but you have to do exactly what they say. Understood?” Anjelica said.
Lara wanted to argue, but she knew it was pointless. The nervous feeling returned as the next student stepped up on stage. Lara waited while the boy explained exactly what he wanted. Lara was appalled, and she blushed with shame as she assumed his desired pose. The student stood side-on to the camera and wanted Lara to pose with him like the damsel in distress from a 1970s movie poster. Lara pressed her scantily clad body against his and snaked her right leg around the back of his thigh. At the same time, the student used his left hand to grope her right breast through the thin black material of her bikini top, while his other hand wrapped around waist and grabbed her ass. Blushing with shame, Lara tried her best to smile as Whitney’s camera captured her degrading pose.
Tom could barely believe this was happening. Only a day ago, he had sex for the first time with a Lara Croft impersonator, and now he was about to get his photo taken with the real deal! Tom and Martin had been waiting in line for well over an hour, but 10 minutes ago, one of the bikini clad Sorority girls had told them that the price for a photo had doubled. Initially, they had been angry, but then the Sorority girl explained that Lara would adopt whatever sexy pose they wanted, as long as it didn’t involve nudity. Several students left the line in anger, either unable or unwilling to pay the extra amount, but for Tom and Martin, it opened up a whole new world of possibilities.
Tom watched with growing excitement, as the students in front of him took their turns to pose for a photograph with his idol. He saw them grab her ass and grope her breasts. One made her bend forward deeply at the waist and look directly at the camera, while he grabbed hold of her hips and ground his crotch against her bikini-clad ass in a simulated sex act. Another student forced Lara to kneel down in front of him and place her hand against his crotch, while he pulled her head up and back via her long ponytail, giving the impression that she was about to give him a blowjob.
The next student in line clearly liked the pose, because he had her adopt it again, although this time, Lara was forced to press her large breasts up and together, while the student grabbed her hair and rubbed his crotch against her cheek. Lara’s beautiful face reddened at the increasingly sexualised poses she was made to adopt. She looked so cute when she was embarrassed, Tom thought. He looked behind him at Martin, who was also clearly aroused by the sight of Lara degrading herself for charity. It still felt like a dream, watching their world famous Professor posing for sexy photos in a skimpy bikini. He knew that celebrities would do almost anything to support charities, but he had never heard of any celebrity going this far.
It was finally Tom’s turn at the front of the line, and a young Sorority girl in a bikini walked forward to collect his money.
“Can we pose together?” Tom asked, indicating to Martin standing behind him.
“Sure, that’ll be $30.00 for you and $15.00 for him.” The Sorority girl said.
Tom pulled four $50 bills from his wallet.
“If we pay extra, could we get some additional photos with Professor Croft?” Tom asked.
“Wow, big Professor Croft fans, huh?” The Sorority girl said. “Sorry but it’s strictly one photo per customer. However, if the two of you want to share, then you can have two group photos between you.”
Tom felt elated: this was going to be good! As they walked towards the stage, Tom and Martin planned out the photos and poses they wanted to take. Tom saw Lara’s eyes widen with recognition as they walked up onto the small stage. Tom froze momentarily, as he worried that Lara had recognised him from the up-skirting episode, but breathed a sigh of relief a moment later, when he realised that she was looking at Martin.
“Hey Professor Croft, ready to shake those titties for charity?” Martin said.
Lara looked at them angrily, and both students braced for a stern telling-off, but Lara gritted her teeth and didn’t say anything. Tom and Martin relaxed, and broad smiles spread across their faces.
“Alright, for our first pose, I’m going to kiss you and my friend’s going to grope your ass. Ok?” Martin ordered.
Lara blushed and nodded. Martin moved side-on to the camera and gestured arrogantly for Lara to join him. In her black and gold high heels, Lara towered over Martin and had to bend down to get to the same height as him.
“Tom, why don’t you kneel down behind her, while I kiss her?” Martin said.
Tom moved up behind Lara and took in the sight of her perfectly round ass cheeks, which were only partially hidden by her revealing bikini bottoms. Tom knelt down behind her and reverently placed his hands against her firm buttocks, squeezing and groping them. While he was admiring Lara’s perfect ass, Tom grabbed hold of Lara’s large breasts, molesting them with his hands.
“Ready?” Martin asked.
Lara grimaced and leaned forward to kiss Martin. Tom chose that moment to pull Lara’s ass cheeks apart and bury his face between them. Lara opened her mouth in shock, which allowed Martin to slide his tongue inside her mouth. The camera flashed, immortalizing the moment, and then Lara pushed Martin away from her, staring daggers in his direction.
“Change positions?” Tom said, and Martin nodded.
Now it was Martin who knelt down behind Lara, while Tom got up and took his place in front of her.
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this moment.” Tom said, reaching up to touch Lara’s breasts.
Tom cupped them with his hands, squeezing and weighing them between his fingers. They were absolutely perfect: soft and supple, without being saggy or droopy. He saw Lara take a sharp intake of breath, as Martin buried his face in her butt crack. Tom took his opportunity to lean forward and force his tongue between her lips. Tom forced his tongue deep inside Lara’s mouth, kissing her deeply. He felt light headed, and he failed to notice the flash of the camera. He ended up holding on too long, and Lara pushed him away from her angrily.
“Keep it in your pants!” Lara scolded him, but Tom just grinned with the knowledge that he had already gotten everything he wanted.
Lara wished that the floor of the stage would open up and swallow her. She had never felt so ashamed and humiliated in her entire life. Each humiliating pose was more egregious than the last, and with each forced smile and flash of the camera, another layer of her pride and self-respect was stripped away. Lara blushed with shame at the realisation that all of these degrading photos would be doing the rounds amongst her students. How many of them would now be using her humiliating pictures as their desktop screensavers or as the background screens on their phones?
The indecent behaviour of the last two students seemed to open the floodgates for every perverted pose her customers could think of. The next student in line made her sit down on his lap, while facing towards the camera. He told her to spread her legs apart and placed one hand against her crotch, actually rubbing her pussy through the thin black material of her bikini, while his other hand fondled her breast. The student after that forced her to mount his face in a 69 position, with her hands resting against his crotch. Lara blushed as she felt his erection through his pants, while his warm breath blew against her crotch, as he breathed in her scent through her bikini. On and on it went.
It got worse 30 photos later, when a group of staff made their way to the front of the line. A female Professor had her bend over on all fours and actually spanked her! A male Professor buried his face between her breasts and motorboated her cleavage for his photo. Two more male Professors stood on either side of her, while forcing her to kneel down between them. She was made to place her hands up between their legs and cup their genitals, while one of them yanked upwards on her ponytail, holding it like a leash, and the second patted her on the head as if she was a pet.
Lara was as shocked as she was embarrassed. How could her fellow academics treat her like this? Didn’t they have any kind of conscience or remorse? Lara knew that humiliating stories of her behaviour today would spread like wildfire around the entire University. Her professional reputation was likely already in tatters. There were still people in line, but Lara couldn’t take any more and staggered offstage.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Anjelica asked.
“I need a break. Please!” Lara said emphatically, almost begging.
She feared that Anjelica would force her to continue, but the younger blonde’s face actually softened.
“You know, we’ve almost sold every one of your calendars? There’s only a few dozen left now.” Anjelica said, and then paused in thought. “I’m not totally heartless, and you have been going for over 4 hours now… Why don’t you take a break? We’ll start again 2 hours from now.”
Lara breathed a great sigh of relief, and then started looking around for her trench coat.
“Where’s my coat?” Lara asked.
“Someone must have stolen it. I guess you’ll just have to walk around like that until the end of the day.” Anjelica smirked.
Lara gritted her teeth and started the long humiliating walk back to her office. As she passed through the crowd, she was constantly swamped by male students who wanted to talk to her and get her photo. It was like a perverted X-rated version of the red carpet at a fancy gala dinner. Their hands were everywhere, groping her through her bikini and touching every inch of her bare skin. Lara pushed their hands away from her, but more hands replaced them, faster than she could remove them. Even more embarrassing were their crude comments.
Lara knew that everyone at the Festival was talking about her, but the noise from the loud music playing on the stage and the sounds of the crowd meant that she couldn’t hear them. Now, as she moved further towards the edge of the Festival, she was able to hear what they were saying about her.
“Damn, look at that ass!” One student commented.
“Shake those titties, Professor C!” Another shouted as she walked past.
Lara turned bright red, but tried to ignore them and merge with the crowd – an objective that was made all but impossibly by the slutty high heels she was wearing. She pushed through another group of students and overheard their conversation:
“Who knew Professor C was such an exhibitionist?” One said.
“I know. I kinda felt bad for her when all of those up-skirt photos came out, but now I think it was probably her that leaked them!” Another answered.
“Here’s our slutty professor now!” A third said upon seeing her, and they all laughed at her expense.
Lara walked faster, her cheeks burning with shame as more offensive and indecent comments assailed her ears. She finally made it out of the park and started walking towards the Archaeology building. Lara turned bright red with embarrassment as passing cars started tooting at her. She tried to walk more quickly, but that just caused her breasts to bounce up and down more vigorously, drawing even more attention to her. Two female joggers stopped dead in their tracks when they saw her.
“Strip club’s that way, honey!” A passing motorist shouted at her.
The two female joggers started laughing uncontrollably. Lara blushed with shame and continued on her way. Lara passed by a pair of University groundskeepers trimming some hedges.
“How much for a lap dance?” One of the groundskeepers called out.
“Fuck that, how much for a blowjob?” The other shouted, and they both laughed.
Lara was a strong and independent woman, but she was on the verge of tears by the time she finally arrived at her office door. The walk back to the Archaeology Building had been the longest and most embarrassing 15 minutes of her life.
“Professor Croft. Could I please see you in my office for a moment?” A stern voice said from behind her.
Lara cringed inwardly. She instantly recognised that voice as belonging to the Dean.
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