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Tomb Raider: Natla’s Revenge.	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 77479 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, Lara Croft or any of the other characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Lara sat in the backseat of Natla’s expensive black limousine, feeling absolutely miserable. Directly after the egregious events inside Mary’s stables, Lara was allowed to wash herself, but only in one of the horse cleaning stalls; that bitch Mary refused to let her use the jockey showers. Without access to soap and shampoo, Lara washed the sticky cum from her body and hair as best she could, and then dried herself off using a discarded horse blanket. When it came time to dress, the bitchiness continued: Mary confiscated Lara’s clothes, telling her cruelly that clothes were for people and Lara was nothing but a lowly animal now.
Mary and Sybil both seemed to be enjoying their newfound power over their former friend and social peer, but Lara could have sworn that Natla looked slightly annoyed by their antics. Even so, the older woman made no move to stop them, so Lara decided that she must have just imagined it. Mary ended up fashioning a coarse sack dress for Lara to wear: it was essentially just an old hessian sack, of the kind used to store horse feed, with the bottom cut off and rough holes cut out for her arms and head. The shapeless hessian sack dress itched and chaffed uncomfortably against Lara’s skin – an unpleasant and unfamiliar experience for a wealthy heiress like herself, used to wearing only the softest and most luxurious clothing. Lara felt like a fairy-tale princess who’d been cursed by an evil witch into becoming a lowly peasant.
Beside her in the backseat of the limousine was her nemesis, Jaqueline Natla, dressed in one of her usual dark grey business suits. The only other person in the limousine was Natla’s personal chauffer. He was a heavily built bald-headed man, aged in his late thirties. He might have been wearing an Armani suit, but he definitely walked with the swagger of someone ex-military, and Lara had seen a slight bulge at his waistline when he’d walked around to open the rear passenger door, indicating that he was armed. Mary and Sybil had been left back at Mary’s estate. They seemed confused when Natla said they wouldn’t be accompanying her, but Natla told them she would call them later that day.
They drove for about 10 minutes before Natla broke the uncomfortable silence.
“You have until we reach Croft Manor to decide what happens next.” Natla said.
Lara looked across at the older blonde woman in confusion. She suspected another trick, just to give her some small hope and then snatch it away, but what would be the point? Natla had already forced Lara to sigh away her property and title to Sarah, her maid. As they spoke, Sarah was selling both of them to the father of Sybil Marlow, her former friend now turned enemy. Lara had even been forced to sign away her name by Deed Poll, and then consent to being declared mentally incompetent. If that hadn’t been enough, she was now living under the constant threat of spending the rest of her life in prison, after Natla had corrupted her faithful friend and servant Winston into betraying the location of her secret and highly illegal weapons cache. All of her weapons were promptly seized in a police raid, and held as evidence by corrupt police in Natla’s employ. Lara had lost everything.
“Do you want me to beg? Is that it?” Lara asked bitterly.
“I want you to do the smart thing and come to work for me.” Natla answered.
Lara was taken aback by that last statement.
“Work for you?” Lara exclaimed in surprise.
“Of course: despite our past differences, even I have to admit that you’re the best in the world at what you do. Destroying you unnecessarily would be a waste of material; as a smart business woman, I abhor waste.” Natla explained.
“You’ve taken everything from me! Why would I come and work for you?” Lara asked angrily.
“Because I’m offering you the chance to get it all back.” Natla said calmly. “Right now Sarah is in London, meeting with Sybil’s father. The sale of your estate and noble title hasn’t been finalised yet. Agree to work for me and I’ll call Sarah and tell her to cancel the sale.”
“What about giving Sarah power of attorney? What about changing my name and declaring me mentally incompetent?” Lara asked.
“None of the paperwork has been officially filed at court. I’ll rip it all up: even your Marriage Certificate to Sarah. It’ll be as though none of this ever happened.” Natla said.
“And the weapons charges?” Lara asked.
“Will be buried and forgotten, as long as you hold up your end of the bargain.” Natla said.
It was a good deal, Lara admitted, although she was loath to do any sort of work for Natla. The woman was her sworn enemy, and the thought of using her tomb raiding skills to further that woman’s evil ambitions made her skin crawl; but what other choice did she have? Lose everything and wind up as an indentured servant to Sarah Bucksomby, to be treated like a virtual slave and then paraded in front of her former friends, so that all of them could witness her downfall and loss of social status? Or worse, she could wind up working for Sybil Marlow as a webcam girl, publicly prostituting herself on the internet for all to see. Compared to those horrible fates, was working for Jacqueline Natla really so bad?
“I’m waiting for your answer.” Natla prompted.
“What would I have to do?” Lara said finally.
Natla smiled triumphantly. It made Lara want to punch her in the face, but she sat demurely with her hands in her lap, and listened to the conditions that she knew she would have no choice but to accept.
“You’ll sign an exclusive contract to become an archaeology consultant for Natla Technology. I’m prepared to pay you a generous retainer of 20,000 pounds per month, along with a finder’s fee of 10 percent of the value of any artefacts you recover for me. I’ll also cover the cost of any equipment you need and all of your travel and accommodation expenses.” Natla said.
Lara sighed in relief. That didn’t sound so bad, she thought.
“That brings us to the second half of your duties. Many of the artefacts that I’m seeking are already in the possession of certain shady individuals who are reluctant to give them up; and I also have to deal with intransigent businessmen and politicians who control the access to resources that I require. It’ll be your job to convince them to cooperate.” Natla said.
“You want me to threaten them on your behalf?” Lara asked.
Natla laughed with amusement.
“Oh no! I have teams of mercenaries for that sort of thing. Your job will be to provide sexual favours to them, as an inducement for their cooperation.” Natla explained.
Lara’s face went pale.
“You want me to be your personal prostitute?” Lara asked, outraged.
Natla nodded. “More like a company prostitute, actually. I’ve used many call girls and prostitutes in my past negotiations, as a way to make the other party more amenable to my terms, but that approach has its drawbacks: occasionally the girls will hear sensitive information which they should not have been privy to, which leads to unfortunate consequences for the girls in question, and creates a headache for me in disposing of their body and bribing the local law enforcement. It makes far more sense for me to have a loyal prostitute on staff, and there are many men who would readily agree to almost anything for the chance to sleep with someone of your beauty and breeding. I expect to be keeping you very busy in the coming years.” Natla said.
Lara blushed with shame at the thought of having to whore herself out to Natla’s corporate clients. It would be her job to seduce them; to smile enthusiastically while she was groped and molested; to trade her body to them in return for their agreeing to Natla’s plans. Just the thought of having to throw herself at a bunch of sleazy businessmen, politicians and bureaucrats made her skin crawl, but what choice did she have. Being a virtual salve to Mary or Sybil would have been just as bad, and at least this way she would get to keep her noble title and estate. Better to be a wealthy Countess and a whore, than just a whore, Lara thought bitterly.
“Of course, I’d need safeguards in place, to ensure that you weren’t secretly working to undermine me behind my back. To that end, either you or all of your staff must volunteer to undergo some minor drug-induced mental conditioning, to ensure your loyalty.” Natla said.
Lara was horrified. Natla had already used her experimental mind altering drug to corrupt Winston, her butler and oldest friend. She hated the idea that Natla would do the same thing to Zip, Alistair and her other staff; but selfishly, she hated the idea of herself becoming Natla’s powerless mind-controlled pawn even more.
“I’ll leave it up to you and your staff to decide who gets to undergo the procedure.” Natla said.
“Couldn’t you do something else to ensure our loyalty? You could install cameras in Croft Manor to monitor me 24 hours a day…” Lara suggested.
“No, you and your team have proven quite resourceful at overcoming my schemes in the past. Given enough time, I have no doubt that you’d find a way to circumvent any measures I might employ. This way, either you are altered to ensure your loyalty, or the people around you are altered and will keep tabs on you for me.” Natla said.
“Why not just replace my team with your own people?” Lara asked.
“Because I want results, and I think you’ll be a more effective tomb raider working with your own people. I just need to make sure that while you’re working for me, you’re not also secretly working against me.” Natla said.
Lara shifted uncomfortably in her hessian sack dress. The contrast of the luxurious automotive carpet underneath her naked feet further emphasised the rough coarseness of the sack dress. Lara hated it; she hated all of it! She just wanted to go back to her old life; her life of privilege, wealth and comfort!
“What about Mary and Sybil?” Lara asked.
“I don’t enter into business with anyone without finding out everything there is to know about them. I have enough blackmail material on both of their families to ensure their cooperation.” Natla said
“What about Sarah?” Lara asked. “She still thinks that we’re married.”
“I’ll convince Sarah that your marriage was an adolescent mistake.” Natla said.
“You mean you’ll drug her.” Lara corrected bitterly.
“I could leave the two of you married, if you’d prefer.” Natla responded.
“No, Sarah’s a nice girl but I don’t love her, and I definitely don’t want to be married to her.” Lara said.
“Then we’re agreed?” Natla asked.
Lara blushed and nodded. She hated to admit it, but this was probably the best deal she was going to get. They drove the rest of the way to Croft Manor in silence. Natla dropped her off in the driveway. She told Lara to contact her later that afternoon, once she had decided who would be undergoing the mental conditioning procedure. Lara walked towards the main entrance and rang the doorbell. Winston answered it a short time later.
“Back so soon, slut? I love the dress, by the way.” Winston said.
“Sod off, Winston!” Lara said, before shoving past him.
“I beg your pardon!” Winston exclaimed, clearly shocked at her confident, authoritative tone.
“I’ve made a deal with Natla: the blackmail is over. So, if you still want to have a job tomorrow, I’d suggest you rapidly change your attitude!” Lara said.
Winston’s face paled as he realised the implications of what Lara had just said.
“I still have the video of you masturbating in the backseat of the Bentleigh.” Winston said defensively.
“Do you really think I care, after everything I’ve been through? Go ahead; leak it! I’m sure that the other noble families will be climbing over each other to hire an elderly disloyal butler who betrayed his mistress by leaking a scandalous video of her. It’s not as though the British Aristocracy tries to distance itself from public scandals or anything!” Lara said sarcastically.
Winston was stunned into silence. Whatever leverage he thought the video had bought him had just evaporated, and Lara saw genuine fear in his eyes. She couldn’t blame him. Winston had always been sure in the knowledge that Lara would continue to support him when he was too old to keep working. Without her support, his meagre savings wouldn’t last for long, and then he’d find himself spending his twilight years in the poorhouse.
“Now, go and fetch the other staff members and have them meet me in the main hall. Also, the next time you address me, I expect you to call me Milady.” Lara said testily.
“Yes, Milady.” Her elderly butler answered deferentially, before scurrying away.
Lara walked upstairs, but didn’t bother entering her bedroom. She knew that the only items in her large walk-in wardrobe were Sarah’s expensive clothes and Lara’s own humiliating French maid’s uniforms. After spending weeks of being forced to dress as a slutty maid, Lara was damned if she would wear the egregious clothing for a single second longer. Lara walked past the doorway to her bedroom and continued down the corridor to one of the spare bedrooms, where her old clothes had been stored inside crates. Lara opened the first crate and smiled when she saw the contents: it was one of her tomb raiding go-bags, complete with a spare change of clothes.
Lara couldn’t help but grin as she slid the spare pair of white panties up over her hips – the first non-G-string panties she had worn in weeks. Lara put on a matching white bra, and then slid on a pair of tight brown shorts and an OD green tank top. After pulling on a pair of white woollen hiking socks and lacing up her high-topped black combat boots, Lara went downstairs to find the others. Zip, Alistair, Bogwyn and Winston were all waiting for her in the main hall, just as she requested.
Winston, her grey-haired butler, was standing to attention and nervously straightening his black suit. Zip, her African American IT expert, and Alistair, her English research assistant, were both lounging on the one of the sofas, trying to act casually, but Lara could see from their body langue that they were also nervous. Winston had clearly told them of the latest development. Bogwyn was seated opposite them, the huge Welsh gardener as inscrutable as ever underneath his enormously bushy beard.
“Gentlemen, I’ve called this meeting to clear the air regarding recent events and hopefully to move past them.” Lara said formally. “Firstly, let me say you that I don’t blame any of you for how you treated me over these past few months; but I will not tolerate any further insubordination. Are we clear?”
The men looked at one another and then nodded silently. Lara continued.
“In return for ending her blackmail, Natla has asked me to come and work for her, and I have accepted her offer. From this point forward, the tombs we raid will be on Natla’s orders.” Lara said.
She hated that she had effectively surrendered her principles to save herself, but she tried to keep any regret from her voice as she spoke to her staff. She figured that a confident demeanour would be the best way to return life at the Manor back to normal.
“Natla’s agreed to pay us a 20,000 pound monthly retainer, which I will split with all of you, as well as a 10% finder’s fee, which will be shared equally between Zip, Alistair and myself. She’s also agreed to cover all of our expenses and equipment costs.” Lara explained.
Zip was clearly excited by that last part. Lara could tell that he was already imagining what sort of technical marvels he could create with the financial backing and engineering resources of a massive corporation like Natla Technology. Alistair’s seemed to be calculating how much money he’d be making from this deal. 4,000 pounds a month was nothing to sneeze at, but the real money would be made from the finder’s fees. Lara routinely recovered priceless artefacts worth millions of pounds, only to then donate them to the Royal Museum. Alistair clearly understood that with Natla calling the shots, those days of philanthropy were over.
“Winston and Bogwyn, even though you won’t be directly involved in any of the missions, I’ve chosen to give you both an equal share of the retainer, in return for your continued loyalty.” Lara said.
Bogwyn nodded his appreciation, while Winston just seemed relieved that he still had a job.
“There’s one other thing that I know you’re not going to like, but Natla insisted upon: to ensure your loyalty, she want’s each of you to undergo the same mental conditioning that Winston did.” Lara said.
As much as she hated throwing her employees under the bus like this, she couldn’t bear the thought of letting Natla mess with her own mind. She didn’t like lying to them, but she worried that if they found out that Lara had the option of undergoing the procedure instead, they might not be so eager to cooperate with her.
“No way! Ain’t nobody messing with my head!” Zip shouted angrily.
“Lara, there must be some other way?” Alistair said.
Lara shook her head. “I’m afraid not. Natla promised that the changes would only be minor: just a compulsion to report on my activities and nothing else. She even promised to let you sit in on each other’s treatments, so that you’ll know she’s keeping her word.” Lara said.
“It isn’t actually that bad…” Winston said.
“Are you kidding? You used to worship Lara, and now you treat her like shit!” Zip said.
“How I treated Lara… Um, I mean Lady Croft… was poor judgement on my part.” Winston said. “I’m confident that I can overcome my loss of inhibitions and continue to be of service.” Winston added for Lara’s benefit.
“I know I’m asking a lot, but I’m asking you to do this for me.” Lara said.
“Lara, risking life and limb for you is one thing, but this is our brains we’re talking about! We have no idea what the long-term side effects might be!” Zip said.
“What’s in it for us?” Alistair asked suddenly.
Lara frowned. Sarah’s spending spree had already blown through a good deal of Lara’s cash reserves, and she really didn’t want to have to pay out more.
“I’m already sharing the retainer and finder’s fee with you. What more do you want?” Lara asked.
“Well, perhaps we could continue with the previous… sexual arrangements?” Alistair said.
All of the men’s eyes widened with excitement at that suggestion.
“Absolutely not!” Lara objected.
“Come on, Lara: it’s not like we’re suggesting that you act like a sex slave or anything. We just want to be able to have some casual sex with you once in a while.” Alistair said.
“Actually, those morning blowjobs you’ve been giving me have really helped me focus on my work.” Zip admitted.
“And it’s nothing we all haven’t seen before.” Alistair added.
Lara scowled angrily, but did her best to control her temper. Either she convinced her staff to undergo the procedure, or she’d be forced to do it herself.
“What do you propose?” Lara asked finally.
“How about a continuation of the previous arrangement: you have sex with each of us once per day.” Alistair said.
“Absolutely not! I’ve only just crawled out from under Natla’s thumb; I have no intention of trading one master for another.” Lara said.
“So, what do you propose?” Alistair asked.
Lara thought about it and made her counter offer.
“I’ll give each of you one blowjob per week.” Lara answered, blushing as she said the degrading words.
“No way! I’m not getting my brain messed with for one lousy blowjob a week!” Zip said.
“Two blowjobs per week then…” Lara said
Zip shook his head.
“One blowjob per day during the week, and we get to use any hole we want on weekends.” Zip said.
“One blowjob per day and my other holes are off limits!” Lara countered
“Ok, but you have to strip naked when you do it.” Zip said.
Lara frowned. “Fine! But no dirty talk; and I expect you to behave like professionals the rest of the time and treat me with respect!” Lara said testily.
“Done!” Zip said. “Alistair?”
Alistair nodded. Zip looked over at Bogwyn and then at Winston. Both men smiled and nodded.
“In that case, I think we should celebrate our new arrangement… with a blowjob.” Zip said, unzipping his fly and sliding his pants down around his ankles.
Lara walked forward and was about to get down on her knees.
“Ahem, I think you’re forgetting something.” Zip said.
Lara rolled her eyes and started to undress. She had been naked in front of her staff so many times at this point that she didn’t even blush. Once she was completely naked, Lara dropped to her knees in front of Zip and opened her mouth. Lara was something of a blowjob prodigy at this point, and she knew exactly what to do to make Zip cum. She tilted her head to the side and started licking her tongue over his balls and then up the underside of his 6 inch black shaft. When she reached the tip of his cock, she opened her mouth and slid her red lips all the way down to the base. Lara’s throat made a soft gulping sound, as Zip’s cock slid past her tonsils and pushed inside her throat.
Lara pulled her mouth backwards off his shaft and then pushed forward again, causing her tight throat to stretch open around the tip. Lara ran her wet tongue along the underside of his cock, while she bobbed her lips up and down on his shaft. She heard Zip’s breathing quicken in response to her skilful deepthroating of his cock. Zip groaned and pulled out. A moment later, he spurted several lines of sticky cum across Lara’s beautiful face. Lara closed her eyes, while Zip dribbled the last few gooey drops down onto her face. When she opened them again, she looked up and saw him smiling down at her.
“I respect you so much right now!” Zip said, gasping for breath and smiling broadly.
“Shut up!” Lara said, before crawling over to where Alistair was waiting, cock in hand.
Alistair smiled as he watched Lara crawl sensuously towards him an all fours; it was a sight he would never get tired of seeing. Lara had a graceful, almost feline quality to her movements. Her large breasts swayed mesmerizingly underneath her chest, as she crawled the short distance between them. Alistair’s eyes were drawn down along Lara’s smooth back, past the subtle curve of her lower back and up over her gorgeously shaped ass.
“I don’t suppose we could negotiate visitation rights to your other holes for special occasions: like birthdays and such?” Alistair said hopefully.
“Not a chance!” Lara said, grasping the base of his 5 inch long cock and jerking it up and down.
Alistair moaned at the pleasant sensation.
“And don’t think that I’m going to be hanging around naked all day waiting for you lot to get your act together. Blowjobs will be from 10.00am to 10.30am each day. If you’re not here, you miss out!” Lara said, looking around and addressing everyone in the room.
Lara licked her tongue up and down the underside of Alistair’s cock, before wrapping her lips around the tip. Alistair groaned with pleasure, as he felt his stiff cock enveloped by the inviting warmth of Lara’s mouth. He felt her wet tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft, as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, moving it gradually deeper inside her mouth.
“What about requests?” Alistair gasped.
Lara slid her mouth off his cock and looked up at him quizzically.
“What are you babbling about, Alistair?” Lara asked impatiently.
“I’d um… kind of like to… fuck your face… if that’s ok with you?” Alistair said nervously.
“If I let you, will you finish sooner?” Lara asked.
Alistair nodded enthusiastically.
“Fine! But if you’re not done in 2 minutes, I’m moving on to Bogwyn.” Lara said.
Lara placed her hands on her knees and waited with her mouth open. Alistair grabbed hold of either side of Lara’s head and thrust his cock in between her open lips. She made a cute gulping noise as Alistair pushed the tip of his cock against the back of her throat. Alistair groaned as Lara’s tight throat expanded open around the tip of his cock. He held his cock inside her throat for several seconds before pulling back and then thrusting forward again. Alistair was impressed at how good Lara had gotten at supressing her gag reflex. She didn’t even flinch, as Alistair repeatedly slid his cock in and out of her throat.
The tight warmth and wetness of Lara’s throat felt incredible, and Alistair could feel himself approaching orgasm. He looked down at Lara’ beautiful cum-covered face and found her staring up at him. The look on her face, more annoyed than ashamed, sent him over the edge. He felt his balls tighten as he started to ejaculate. Alistair’s hands clamped down on either side of Lara’s head, while he leaned forward and straddled her face, forcing his cock balls-deep between her lips. Lara gulped loudly, as she swallowed the warm cum that Alistair was spurting directly down her throat.
Lara blushed slightly, as she felt the gooey cum sliding down her throat and into her stomach. When Alistair was done, he pulled his cock from her mouth, leaving several strings of drool and semen hanging down between his cock and her lips. Lara wiped her lips with the back of her forearm and then crawled over to where Bogwyn was waiting. At 6’10” tall, the enormous Welsh gardener towered over her normally, but looking up at him from her knees made him seem like a giant. The sight of his thick 9 inch long cock gave her pause.
“Would you mind terribly lying down, Bogwyn? It makes it easier to deep throat you.” Lara said, surprising herself by how casual she sounded.
Bogwyn shrugged and lay down on his back. Lara straddled his large barrel chest, facing away from him, and then bent forward over his crotch. She leaned down and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, before pushing her mouth downwards onto his curved shaft. She had only taken about half of it inside her mouth before she felt the thick tip pressing against the back of her throat. Lara took a deep breath and then pushed her mouth downwards, feeling her throat stretch open around Bogwyn’s cock as it pushed inside. Lara pushed her mouth all the way down to Bogwyn’s hairy balls, burying at least 4 inches of his thick cock inside her delicate throat.
She pulled back a moment later, gasping for breath, as saliva drooled down from her gaping lips. Lara took a deep breath and then pushed her mouth back down onto his cock, making a loud gulping sound as the thick head stretched open her throat. Lara bobbed her mouth up and down on Bogwyn’s thick cock. The inverted angle she was on meant that the slight upward curve of Bogwyn’s cock worked in her favour, aiding her in deep throating it. After only a few minutes, Bogwyn grunted and came. Lara tried to swallow it all, but the jets of cum were too strong and caused her to choke and gag. She involuntarily pulled her mouth from his cock, just in time to take two thick spurts of cum straight in her face. They splattered against her nose and forehead, and then dripped down her cheek and chin.
Lara looked back over her shoulder at Bogwyn, who smiled back at her and gave her a big thumbs-up. Lara rolled her eyes and slid off him, before crawling over to where Winston was waiting. Lara found herself regarding Winston with mixed feelings: Winston had been her faithful butler for many years, and he was in many ways her oldest friend and confidant; but his behaviour had changed since Natla had fed him her cocktail of mind-altering drugs. The gentle, caring man who raised her after her father’s death had transformed into someone heartless and cruel.
Part of her wondered if the drugs had actually changed Winston, or whether they had instead lowered his inhibitions and revealed a deeply-hidden character flaw that had been present all along. Another part of her worried about what affect those drugs would have on her other staff members. She decided that she would ask Natla if it would be possible to reverse the damage that had been done to him. Lara didn’t care if Winston still reported on her to Natla: any aspirations she had to beat Jacqueline Natla had well and truly expired. Lara just wanted her friend back.
Winston smiled lasciviously and opened his mouth to speak.
“Remember our conversation, Winston!” Lara warned.
Winston’s smile vanished and he self-consciously straightened his suit jacket.
“Ahem… Lady Croft, I would be greatly honoured if you would suck my cock.” Winston said formally.
Lara blushed to hear her oldest friend make such a bold sexual request of her, but she had to admit that it was much better than him calling her a whore and other indecent names.
“Certainly, Winston.” Lara said, trying to sound casual, as if her nonchalant tone might add an air or normalcy to what she was doing.
Lara knelt down in front of him and slowly licked her tongue across the tip of his cock. Winston groaned with pleasure and grabbed a handful of Lara’s hair, but Lara immediately slapped his hand away.
“Behave yourself, Winston!” Lara admonished.
“Sorry, my Lady.” Winston said.
Lara could tell from his expression that Winston was only sorry he’d been made to stop, but she let his apology stand without comment. Lara parted her wet lips and took Winston’s cock inside her mouth. She started slowly at first, by sliding her lips up and down over the tip, while licking it with her tongue. As Winston’s breathing quickened, Lara pushed her mouth down lower onto his erect shaft. Winston unconsciously clenched and unclenched his fists by his side, in time with the movements of Lara’s head bobbing up and down on his cock. Winston was sweating heavily, and Lara could tell he was approaching orgasm. Lara finished him off by pushing her mouth all the way down his cock, until her nose was nestled in his greying pubic hair.
Winston groaned, as his cock pressed inside Lara’s tight throat. He came, and Lara felt warm cum splashing against the back of her throat, before sliding down into her stomach. Lara reached up and massaged Winston’s balls, which were resting against her chin. Once she had milked Winston’s cock dry, Lara pulled her mouth back off his cock, gulping in a lungful of fresh air. Winston took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat away from his reddened face.
“Once you’ve recovered, I’d like you to clean out my closet and put my old clothes back where they were.” Lara told Winston.
“What should I do with the clothes that are currently inside your wardrobe?” Winston asked.
“You can throw out the maid’s outfits, and put Sarah’s clothes in her bedroom.” Lara said.
Lara hoped that the generous gift to Sarah of several hundred thousand pounds of designer clothes would help soften the blow of Lara breaking up with her.

1 WEEK LATER…
For the next week, Jacqueline Natla attended Croft Manor each day to personally see to the reprogramming of Lara’s staff. She arrived with three doses of the mind control drugs, along with a laptop computer and headphones. There was a video file on the laptop, which contained hypnotically looped audio and text. Zip insisted on examining the video for hidden subliminal suggestions or inaudible messages, but couldn’t find any. Nevertheless, Zip insisted on putting Natla’s video file through a rigorous scanning program, and then insisted that it be played through his own computer, just in case Natla had somehow altered the playback on the laptop.
Natla seemed more than happy to agree to his demands, and each of Lara’s staff went through a 30 minute reprogramming session each day. Lara was allowed to sit in on the sessions. The message was straightforward, and repeated over and over again - “You will loyally serve Jacqueline Natla. You will ensure that Lara Croft does the same.”
Many other changes occurred inside Croft Manor. Natla arranged for a veritable arsenal of firearms and other weapons to be delivered to Croft Manor, even arranging for a special license from the British Government, authorising Lara to possess them. For all that she hated having to work for Natla, Lara had to admit that the woman’s extensive political connections were extremely useful. Seeing her family vault filled with weapons left Lara feeling uneasy, but Natla had already seized all of her priceless archaeological treasures, so it seemed like the most practical use for the space.
Lara fell into a routine of providing blowjobs to all of her staff every morning at 10.00am. Lara had decided upon that time because it was right after her morning exercises, and this way she didn’t have to shower twice. Lara didn’t see much of Zip and Alistair, except for meal times and their daily blowjobs, and she was slightly dismayed by how eagerly the two men had thrown themselves into working for Natla. Alistair had been barely able to contain his excitement at being given full access to Natla’s extensive archaeological archives; while Zip eagerly accepted the piles of advanced technology and computers that Natla had gifted to him. Sarah hadn’t returned to the Manor since Lara had made her deal, and Lara worried about what had happened to her, but Natla assured her that she was perfectly fine.
Natla had just finished detailing to Lara, Alistair and Zip the first artefact that they would be seeking. As the boys left the room to research and plan for Lara’s next mission, Lara remained behind to speak with Natla.
“I… I wanted to ask you a favour.” Lara said.
Natla raised an eyebrow at Lara’s presumptuousness.
“You’re hardly in a position to be asking favours of me.” Natla said.
“I know… but I was hoping you might be feeling generous.” Lara said.
Natla laughed at that.
“I’m not generally known for my charitable nature, but you’ve piqued my curiosity. So, what is it that you want?” Natla asked.
“I want you to put Winston back to the way he was.” Lara said.
Natla frowned. “And why would I agree to that?” Natla said.
“You’ve already won. You’ve beaten me. What do you have to gain by corrupting a harmless old man?” Lara said.
“I hurt you.” Natla said.
“You said that I’m a valuable resource for you. Well, if that’s true, you should want me working at my best. I need my friend back. Keep him loyal to you; have him tell you everything I do; I don’t care; just put him back to the way he was!” Lara pleaded.
Natla remained silent for a moment, and Lara feared that she had gone too far.
“Suppose I agree to put Winston back the way he was: what are you offering in exchange?” Natla asked.
“Anything you want.” Lara answered instantly.
“Alright, I’m prepared to play along. My deal is this: I don’t just want your obedience; I want your enthusiastic participation. I need you to prove to me that you’re using all of your considerable skills to obtain the artefacts I seek.” Natla said.
“Done!” Lara replied.
“I’m not finished. I’ll expect you to show that same level of enthusiasm when performing your secondary duties as my company whore. Any reluctance or hesitation on your part would be unacceptable.” Natla said.
Lara took a deep breath. “I agree to your terms.” Lara said.
Natla smiled. “Excellent. I look forward to seeing you in action.” Natla said.

2 WEEKS LATER…
Lara felt the stone tiles she standing on shift slightly beneath her feet. She acted instantly, throwing herself forward into a flawless combat roll, as her footsteps triggered an ancient booby trap. Poisoned darts whistled above her head, as she rolled underneath them and then sprinted down the dusty corridor. Her well-trained eyes noticed a slight imperfection in the floor ahead of her. She reached behind her back to where her grappling gun was clipped to her backpack. The gun was one of Zip’s newest inventions: one of many he had been able to build, now that he had access to Jacqueline Natla’s vast technological and financial resources.
Lara aimed the gun at the high ceiling 10 metres ahead of her and pulled the trigger. The hardened steel arrow exploded from the barrel of the gun, propelled by a small cartridge of compressed gas ingeniously built into the base of the projectile. The arrow bit deep into the arched stone of the ceiling, leaving a long, thin rope dangling down from it. Lara increased her pace and then leapt for the rope. The moment Lara’s black combat boots left the ground, the entire section of floor beneath her gave way, falling downwards into a bottomless black abyss. Lara’s strong hands wrapped around the high tensile rope, and she used her momentum to swing across the cavernous hole in the floor, landing on the solid ground on the other side.
She landed lightly and immediately pressed herself up against the wall, wary of any further traps. When nothing happened, Lara took several calming breaths, and then shone her flashlight down into the hole she had just swung across. Despite initial appearances, it wasn’t actually a bottomless pit, although it did descend down at least 6 metres, and its floor was covered in sharpened spikes.
“You still in once piece?” Zip’s voice asked through her headset.
“Yes, but I’m starting to get the distinct impression that whoever built this place did not want uninvited guests.” Lara replied through her boom mic.
Lara turned around and pointed her flashlight around the wide circular chamber on the other side of the arch. The chamber was about 12 metres wide, with a high arched ceiling and a stone altar set on the opposite side. The floor was covered by segmented stone tiles with ancient symbols etched into them, and laid in a repeating geometric pattern. Lara rolled her eyes at how predictable the architects of these ancient tombs were: the only reason to use small tiles like these would be to hide pressure switches for booby-traps under some of them; while leaving others inert, to allow a safe path for the priests to take. Lara knelt down on the dusty floor and examined the symbols.
“These look like Incan symbols, Lara. Stay put while I run them through the translator.” Alistair said through her headset.
Alistair was able to see Lara’s surroundings thanks to the ingenious backpack that Zip had designed for her. The backpack had been built around a high resolution distributed aperture system, similar to the infrared sensors used on the latest American F-35 Joint Strike Fighter. The system consisted of 12 wide-angle 4K cameras built into the skin and straps of her backpack, providing Zip and Alistair with an unobstructed spherical view of Lara’s surroundings. The cameras were linked to a powerful low-frequency antenna that Natla Technology had developed for the US Military, which allowed the signal from her backpack and headset to pass through the metres thick walls and ceiling of the Incan tomb and up to the orbiting satellite, which then relayed the signal back to England.
“Alright Lara, do you see the symbol next to your left boot?” Alistair asked through her headset.
“Yes.” Lara said, kneeling down.
“I need you to only step on stones bearing that symbol.” Alistair said.
Lara looked around the floor of the chamber and frowned. Each tile was only just large enough for Lara so stand on, and less than one in ten of the tiles bore that symbol.
“That’s not going to be easy, Alistair.” Lara answered through her mic.
“That’s why you get paid the big bucks!” Zip chimed in.
Lara rolled her eyes and got to work. She skipped lightly from tile to tile, as she made her way circuitously across the stone floor. The tiles were unevenly distributed, with some clustered around each other, while others had large gaps between them. Lara felt like she was trying to play hopscotch, while skipping most of the squares. Nevertheless, she managed to safely cross the chamber and reach the altar. The stone dais on top of the altar had been knocked onto its side, and whatever treasure it had once held was long gone.
“I can’t believe it! It’s already been looted!” Alistair said disappointedly, seeing the same thing Lara was, through the backpack’s cameras.
“That explains the skeletons you passed on the way in.” Zip said through the headset.
Lara looked around behind the altar, but it was empty. There was nothing left.
“Hang on…” Zip said suddenly.
“I’ve got Natla on the line. She says there are some hostiles approaching your position. You need to get out of there. She’s got a helicopter inbound to extract you.” Zip said.
Lara wasn’t surprised that Natla would be directly monitoring her progress. She was about to leave, when she felt a slight breeze on the skin of her bare legs. In that moment, Lara knew that she had a choice to make. There was no way that Zip and Alistair, and therefore Natla, could be aware of the breeze and what it meant. Lara could just walk away and they would be none the wiser; but if she came back empty handed, Natla would have no reason to deprogram Winston.
“Wait.” Lara said, kneeling down next to the altar.
She crawled towards the source of the breeze and found a small gap in the stonework. Lara reached into her backpack and produced a short pry bar. She jammed the end of the pry bar into the crack and pulled. The stone panel didn’t move. Lara threw all her weight into it, and there was a low rumble as the stone panel opened outwards to reveal a low tunnel.
“Bingo!” Lara said, before activating her flashlight and stepping inside. The hidden door seemed to operate on some sort of counterbalancing system, because as soon as she released it, it swung closed again behind her. The tunnel was less than a metre high, and Lara had to crawl along on her hands and knees to make progress. Lara’s eyes narrowed when she saw a desiccated body on the floor of the tunnel ahead of her, about 20 metres from the entrance. The body was little more than a skeleton and looked like it had been there for centuries. Lara saw several poisoned darts on the floor near the body. Clearly this person had made it all this way, but then been killed when he set off one final booby-trap.
Lara scanned the area with her flashlight, looking for any signs of further traps, but she saw none. She was about to crawl past the body, when she noticed that it was not lying completely flat. Grimacing with distaste, Lara rolled the corpse onto its side, to reveal a Jade Skull covered in golden Incan writing, lying on the ground underneath it. Lara felt a thrill of excitement at her latest discovery, which was only partially ruined by the knowledge that she would be handing the artefact straight over to Jacqueline Natla upon her return to England.
“Is that what I think it is?” Zip asked.
“It certainly is. I think you can tell Natla we got what we came for.” Lara said, gently placing the artefact inside her backpack.
Lara crawled to the end of the tunnel, and found herself halfway up the wall of the cavern that led into the Incan tomb. The tunnel entrance merged with the rock shadows on the walls, making it impossible to see from the ground, which was why she hadn’t noticed it on her way in. Lara was about to climb down, when she saw a dozen flashlights approaching from the south.
“Zip, does Natla have any people on the ground?” Lara asked quietly into her microphone.
There was a slight pause.
“Negative. Natla’s team is still 5 minutes out.” Zip answered.
“Then I’d say I have some uninvited guests.” Lara said, upholstering her guns.
“Lara, wait for backup!” Zip said insistently.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Lara answered, waiting until the group of hostile mercenaries passed right beneath her, before jumping down into their midst.
The mercenaries were all combat veterans, heavily armed and dressed in black combat fatigues and body armour. They didn’t stand a chance. The first two died before Lara’s boots touched the ground. She shot them both in mid-air, the bullets impacting their heads as she fell past them and dropped into a crouch. The mercenaries reacted quickly, which spoke to their skill and discipline. They formed a defensive circle, guns pointing outwards in all directions, as they searched for the threat. Four more of them died to headshots before they realised that the threat was amongst them.
The mercenaries turned inwards, their weapon lights frantically trying to track the tall, athletic woman dodging lithely between them. One of them got a bead on her and fired, only to hit one of his comrades by mistake, as Lara ducked behind him. Lara pulled the mercenary backwards, using him as a human shield, while she shot two more mercenaries in the face. The remaining four mercenaries fanned out on either side of her, attempting to outflank her. They were still hesitant to shoot through their comrade. Lara shot one of the left pair in the head, and their hesitancy dissipated.
Her human shield jerked upright as his body was riddled with automatic weapons fire. Lara dived away from him and behind a large boulder. More rifle fire ricocheted off the boulder, sending fragments of rock exploding outwards in all directions. Lara holstered her right pistol and pulled a black cylindrical tube from her backpack. She pulled the pin and threw the device towards the approaching gunmen. The strike lever sprung away in mid-air, triggering the fuse assembly. 2 seconds later, the flashbang detonated, filling the chamber with a blinding flash of light and deafening noise.
The blinded and disoriented mercenaries sprayed the area where Lara had been sheltering with automatic fire, but Lara was no longer there. She performed a double roll to the right and then came up in a shooting stance. She quickly dispatched the remaining mercenaries with three well-aimed shots from her semi-automatic pistol. Lara took a deep breath and reloaded her guns, before holstering them at her thighs. She carefully examined the bodies for clues, but as she expected, none of them was carrying anything that might identify who they were working for. Lara heard movement coming from the entrance to the tomb and drew her pistols.
“Hold your fire, Lara. They’re friendlies.” Zip told her.
Lara lowered her pistols and watched a team of five mercenaries enter the cavern in a staggered combat formation, weapons fanning outwards in all directions. They advanced in pairs, moving forward to hard cover and then providing overwatch for the next pair that leapfrogged ahead of them, while their leader directed their progress. Lara waited amongst the bodies with her hands on her hips, forcing herself not to flinch as their weapon lights illuminated her. After a moment’s hesitation, they lowered their assault rifles.
“What happened here, Croft? Was it that time of the month?” The leader of the mercenaries asked with a familiar Scottish accent.
Lara rolled her eyes when she saw that it was Terry Sheridan, an ex-Royal Marine Commando and her former lover. As he moved closer, Lara was reminded of what had initially attracted her to him: he had a rough, handsome look that reminded her of a young Gerard Butler, and he had a roguish charm that she found very appealing. They might still be together, if she’d been able to trust him.
“Is that what passes for humour amongst mercenaries these days?” Lara asked dryly.
“Don’t act all high and mighty with me, Croft. We’re both working for the same woman, now. That makes you a gun for hire, just like me.” Terry said.
“I’m nothing like you!” Lara said.
“Where’s the rest of your team?” A youthful looking mercenary in his mid-twenties asked.
“It’s just her, Jenkins.” Terry answered.
“Fuck! You mean to tell me that she killed all of these men on her own?” Jenkins said, with a mixture of disbelief and awe.
“That she did, Jenkins. Don’t let appearances fool you: Croft here might look like the hottest piece of ass you’ve ever seen, but underneath it all she’s a stone-cold killer.” Terry said.
“You two know each other?” Jenkins asked.
“Croft and I used to be an item, back in the day. Isn’t that right, Croft?” Terry said.
“A monumental lapse in judgement on my part, which I’ve regretted ever since.” Lara retorted.
“Oh, we made a great team, Jenkins! Fighting and fucking our way halfway across the world! We’d probably still be together, if she hadn’t shot me.” Terry said.
“You were trying to steal an artefact right out from under me!” Lara said.
“Only because you refused to sell it to the highest bidder! Maybe you can afford to donate everything you find to the National Museum, but I need to get paid! Still, I was surprised to hear that you’d finally agreed to come to work for Natla. What happened? Did you finally run out of daddy’s money to spend?” Terry asked.
Lara gritted her teeth. Terry always knew how to get under her skin. Suddenly, she was regretting only shooting him in the shoulder.
“I don’t suppose you’d fancy a quick roll in the hay, for old time’s sake?” Terry asked with a cheeky grin.
Lara was about to tell him where her could shove his offer, when Zip spoke into her headset.
“Tell him that gunfights make you horny and that you’d love a good hard shag right now.” Zip told her.
Lara felt her cheeks flush at his indecent suggestion.
“You’ve got to be joking.” Lara said under her breath.
“Afraid not: Natla’s orders. Consider it a test of your commitment to the mission.” Zip said through the headset, and Lara could tell from his voice that he was enjoying himself.
Lara wanted to argue, but she had made a promise to Natla to enthusiastically follow her orders. For all she knew, Natla was watching her right now, seeing if she would break her word. I’m doing this for Winston, Lara thought to herself.
Terry watched as Lara unclipped her backpack and headset, and placed them on the floor of the cavern.
“What are you doing, Croft?” Terry asked, confused.
Lara unbuckled her thigh holsters and gun belt and draped them over the backpack.
“Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?” Lara asked teasingly, and she pulled her grey tank top up over her head.
Lara reached behind her and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the ground at her feet. There was a sharp intake of breath from the five mercenaries, as they gazed upon the perfection of Lara’s naked breasts.
“Do try not to drool, Terry!” Lara chastised him, as she unbuttoned her tight brown shorts and slid them down off her hourglass hips, followed by her panties.
Lara was now completely naked, except for her high-cut black combat boots. Terry watched as she deliberately turned around and spread her legs. She looked over her shoulder and grinned cheekily at the dumbfounded mercenaries, before bending forward at the waist to display both of her tight holes to her audience.
“Gunfights make me so horny.” Lara said conversationally, as she slid her hands down her long legs and touched her toes.
She suddenly reared back up to her full height, arching her back and whipping her hair around like an exotic dancer. The bright weapon lights of the mercenaries’ assault rifles played across Lara’s flawless skin. She was even more beautiful than Terry remembered. Lara turned on the spot and strode confidently towards him, her feet criss-crossing in front of her like a runway model, exaggerating the sensual sway of her hips. Terry’s eyes roamed her perfect body, taking in her large, perky breasts, which bounced up and down with each step she took, her long athletic legs, her tight little pussy, her flat stomach…
“Fuck me!” Terry commented, as he saw the word WHORE tattooed just above Lara’s pussy in bold 1.25 inch high black lettering.
“I see you’ve made some changes while I was gone.” Terry said, as Lara sauntered right up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Terry licked his lips and unconsciously placed his hands on Lara’s hips.
“Well, you always said I should get a tattoo.” Lara answered.
He saw her blushing as she spoke, and he would have sworn it was from shame; but the fact that she had initiated this encounter proved to him that he must be mistaken. She was obviously excited and horny, and this was his lucky day! Lara leaned in close, and he could feel her breath on his neck. The sweet feminine scent of her perfume filled his senses.
“I believe I merely suggested a small tramp stamp.” Terry said.
Lara suddenly spun around and bent forward. Terry looked down and saw Lara’s Coat of Arms tattooed on the small of her back, with the words CUM SLUT tattooed just beneath it, on a heraldic ribbon that flowed across the tops of her sexy butt cheeks.
“Holy shit!” Terry exclaimed as he took in the tattoo.
“Do you like it?” Lara asked cheekily, as she spun back around.
Terry smiled and shook his head. “Well, haven’t you come out of your shell?” Terry said.
Terry looked around, suddenly remembering his men, who were all watching them both intently.
“As much as I’d love to do you right here and now, it would be kind of rude to make my boys wait around while we get our rocks off.” Terry said, as he slid his hand up Lara’s side and cupped one of her breasts.
“Why don’t you invite them to join us?” Lara suggested, her words making Terry’s jaw drop with shock.
She leaned into him and whispered softly into his ear. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you look a little out of practice, and I’m worried you might not be able to be able to satisfy me on your own.” Lara said.
Terry’s jaw clenched. How was it that she always found a way to get under his skin?
“I’ll show you out of shape!” Terry said. “Riley, Watson: go and guard the tunnel entrance!”
“Hey, how come we drew the short straw?” Riley protested.
“Quit your bellyaching! Everyone’s going to get a turn with our hot little tomb raider here. Isn’t that right, Croft?” Terry said.
“Absolutely!” Lara answered.
Riley and Watson moved about 30 metres away to the cavern’s entrance, while Terry, Jenkins and Smith laid down their weapons and stripped out of their black combat fatigues.
“You boys wait for me to get her good and ready!” Terry said, as he scooped Lara up in his arms and then unceremoniously dumped her on her back on the dusty cavern floor. Terry knelt down between her legs and pressed his mouth against her pussy. He licked his tongue up and down Lara’s pussy lips and clitoris, and was rewarded with her soft moan. She tasted wonderful, just like he remembered, although he was sure she had never become this wet this quickly. Terry increased the pace of his licking, and soon Lara’s whole body started to jerk and shudder. She orgasmed and her long gasping moans were like music to his ears. It made him feel incredibly cocky.
“Did you enjoy that, Croft?” Terry asked from between her legs.
Lara rolled her eyes at his impudence. Terry grinned. Lara always looked so cute when she was annoyed, he thought. It was probably one of the reasons they were no longer together: they both liked getting under the other’s skin, and that sort of antagonistic relationship could only last for so long. Terry looked down at Lara’s naked body. Even covered in sweat and streaked with dirt from the dusty floor, she still looked gorgeous. He found himself once again staring at the word WHORE, tattooed just above her crotch. It seemed so out of place on a beautiful and sophisticated woman like Lara Croft. He’d love to hear the story behind that particular piece of body art, not to mention the CUM SLUT coat of arms tattooed on her lower back.
Terry crawled along her naked body until they were face to face.
“You’ve changed, Croft. You used to be so prudish and frigid… and now here you are, about to have a gangbang with five men.” Terry said.
“I was never frigid!” Lara protested. “You always wanted to do perverted things that no proper English Lady would ever agree to!”
Terry gently stroked his fingers across her WHORE tattoo.
“You don’t look so proper and ladylike anymore. I bet you do all sorts of perverted things now, don’t you, Croft?” Terry asked.
Lara blushed with shame and looked away.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” Terry said, feeling his excitement rise.
“Roll over, onto your hands and knees.” Terry commanded.
She hesitated for a moment and he thought she might refuse, but then she rolled over onto all fours, facing away from him. Terry spat a generous mouthful of saliva into his hand and started rubbing it over his 7 inch cock to lubricate it. Then he reached forward and grabbed two handfuls of Lara’s gorgeous butt cheeks, pulling them apart while he drooled more saliva directly onto her butt crack.
“Terry…” Lara protested weakly.
“You know what I want.” Terry said, sliding his cock up and down between Lara’s buttock cleavage.
Lara shivered but made no move to stop him. Taking her inaction as consent, Terry pressed the tip of his cock against Lara’s tight sphincter and pushed. Lara’s asshole stretched open elastically around his shaft, closing around it like a soft glove.
“Holy fuck!” Terry said, watching with awe as Lara’s tiny sphincter expanded open and swallowed his entire cock without resistance.
Terry grabbed hold of Lara’s hourglass hips and pulled her backwards onto him. Lara’s body shuddered beneath him, as his cock slid inside her stretched asshole all the way to the hilt.
Lara blushed with shame, as she felt Terry’s cock slide balls-deep inside her asshole. Terry Sheridan was fucking her in the ass, she thought! The arrogant bastard would never let her live this indignity down, and she shivered with embarrassment as she imagined him bragging about it in whatever lowlife bar he and his mercenary friends frequented. She could feel Terry’s sweaty hands grabbing at her hips, and she could hear him grunting brutishly behind her, as his balls slapped against her ass. She knew Terry well enough to know that this was his personal holy grail: he practically salivated at the thought of sodomising the wealthy upper class English heiress, and he had practically begged her to let him try it, just once, when they had been together. Lara had always refused, but now Terry’s dream had finally come true.
“Try to make it last at least a couple of minutes this time!” Lara grunted spitefully.
In truth, despite his arrogance, Terry had been an accomplished lover with very respectable stamina; but Lara wanted to try and embarrass him a little in front of his men. It apparently worked, because both of the other mercenaries present laughed loudly at the comment.
“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you lads?” Terry asked seriously.
The younger of the two mercenaries immediately stopped laughing, but the older mercenary still had a wide grin on his face.
“Jenkins, I think it’s time you finally lost your virginity.” Terry said suddenly.
“I’m not a virgin!” Jenkins replied defensively.
“Fucking your sister doesn’t count!” The other mercenary said, and Jenkins shot him a venomous look.
Lara suddenly felt herself being lifted off the ground, as Terry used his impressive strength to lie backwards on the floor and pull Lara down on top of him. Lara was left sitting on Terry’s lap and facing away from him. It might have looked romantic, were it not for the cock lodged deep inside her ass. Lara instinctively closed her legs, but Terry reached around her waist and forced her thighs open again.
“Look at this Jenkins!” Terry said, indicating towards Lara’s naked pussy. “This is probably the finest cunt on the planet!”
Lara grimaced. She always hated it when Terry used vulgar language, especially when describing her.
“Have a go! Don’t be shy!” Terry encouraged.
At that moment, Lara and Jenkins both looked at each other with wide eyes. Jenkins was clearly uncomfortable with the thought of fucking Lara while another man was still inside her, while Lara was shocked that Terry would be offering her to his men like a cheap prostitute. After a moment’s hesitation, Jenkins’s desire to impress his new squad mates overcame his initial discomfort, and he knelt down between Lara’s spread legs. He lined up his 6 inch cock with Lara’s tight pussy and pushed forward. He slid easily inside her hole, fully impaling her pussy on the first stroke.
“There you go lad! There’s nothing quite like the feeling of a DP!” Terry said.
Lara shuddered, as she felt their cocks sliding against each other through the thin flesh separating her pussy and asshole. Jenkins was blushing and looked embarrassed, and his thrusts were stilted and robotic.
“Why don’t you help him relax, Croft? Show him what an old pro you are at this.” Terry said.
Lara gritted her teeth. Old Pro, Lara thought indignantly? Jenkins only looked about a year younger than she was! Terry was talking about her as if she was an old jaded hooker! She felt Terry’s hands on her shoulders, pushing her forward towards Jenkins.
“Go on, Croft. Show the boy how to kiss a woman!” Terry said.
Lara blushed but leaned forward and pressed her lips against Jenkins’s. She opened her mouth and thrust her tongue between his lips. Jenkins moaned into her mouth, the sound partially muffled by their passionate French kiss. The stimulation was clearly too much for poor Jenkins, and she felt his cock start spurting inside her. Thick jets of cum splashed against the back of her pussy as he came. When he finished, he looked shamefaced and avoided eye contact as he pulled out.
“Done already?” The older mercenary teased.
“Don’t worry, Jenkins. Croft has that effect on men!” Terry said.
“I’ll go and relieve the others.” The red-faced Jenkins said, gathering up his clothes.
“Only one!” Terry said. “I want at least two men guarding the entrance at all times!”
“My turn?” The older mercenary asked.
“How do you want to do this, Smith? Do you want to wait until I’m finished, or carry on where Jenkins left off?” Terry asked.
“I’m happy to share.” Smith said, lying back onto the dusty floor.
“Well, come on!” Smith said to Lara, pointing down at his erect cock.
“You lazy bastard!” Terry said, grinning.
“What? I like to let the bitches do the work!” Smith said.
Terry slapped Lara’s ass.
“Go on, Croft. Sit your cunt down on his cock!” Terry said.
Lara bristled at Terry’s degrading words, but she knew that Zip and therefore Natla were watching her through the high definition cameras in her backpack, so she didn’t dare refuse. Lara climbed off Terry’s lap and walked over to where the older bearded mercenary was lying. She straddled his stomach and then squatted down on top of him. As she lowered herself, she reached down and grasped his cock, guiding the tip towards her wet pussy. Once his cock was inside her, she lowered herself down onto his crotch, impaling herself on his cock. Lara felt Terry’s hands pulling her ass cheeks apart. She shivered as she felt her asshole gape open almost an inch.
“Look at that. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d see the high and mighty Lara Croft with a gaping asshole!” Terry said.
“You must be loving this!” Lara grunted, as Terry thrust his cock back inside her gaping asshole.
“Oh, I am!” Terry said huskily into her ear, as he fully impaled her asshole.
Lara’s entire body heaved and bucked, as the two seasoned mercenaries double fucked her. Terry slapped her ass roughly as he ploughed her from behind, while Smith reached up and molested her bouncing breasts. Lara felt like nothing more than a piece of meat in their obscene sex sandwich. All three of them were sweating freely now, and Lara’s naked flesh was covered in red marks from where she had been pinched and slapped. Lara started to moan as another orgasm built inside of her. She saw another of the mercenaries return from the mouth of cavern and strip out of his combat fatigues. Terry grabbed her by the ponytail and cruelly yanked her head backwards.
“No need to stand on ceremony, Riley. Croft here is hot to trot, and her mouth feels as good as any cunt!” Terry said.
Riley walked up beside the threesome and thrust his cock towards Lara’s face. Lara obediently opened her mouth and swallowed it inside. Lara intended to suck him off quickly, but the mercenary took matters into his own hands, grabbing hold of either side of her head and ramming his cock all the way to the back of her throat. Lara gagged audibly as the mercenary fucked her face like it was a pussy. Lara felt the mercenary’s heavy balls slapping lewdly against her chin, while saliva drooled down from the corners of her mouth.
“Airtight!” Smith said happily. “It’s just like being back in Thailand, hey boss!”
“Yeah, this bitch is a pro! She’d definitely give the whores in Thailand a run for their money.” Riley said.
Terry leaned in close and grunted cruelly in Lara’s ear as he fucked her from behind.
“You hear that, Croft? My men think you’d make a good Thai prostitute. What do you think of that?” Terry asked wickedly.
Lara could only gag and grunt in response, as Riley thrust his cock in and out of her throat. She clenched her fists and then arched her back as she orgasmed. Her body writhed and bucked between the three men fucking her, as she came. Her frantic movements and spasming pussy muscles finally proved too much for Smith, who shot his own load between her legs. Lara felt a wet mixture of warm cum and her own juices dripping down her inner thigh, as Smith slid out from beneath her. Without a word of thanks, he quickly dressed in his black combat fatigues and gathered up his equipment and weapons. Less than a minute after he walked towards the mouth of the cavern, the last of the mercenaries arrived and got undressed
“Climb aboard, Watson. Croft here doesn’t mind a crowd!” Terry said.
“I’d rather wait until you’re done.” Watson said, staring lustfully at Lara’s sexy body.
Terry grinned back at him, as if knowing exactly what he was waiting for. Now with more room to manoeuvre, Terry climbed up onto his knees and started fucking Lara’s asshole doggy style. Lara rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, as she was forcefully fucked from both ends. She felt like a piece of meat on a spit roast, with both her mouth and asshole being brutally stretched open by the cocks invading them. After another minute of rough fucking, Watson came, filling her mouth and throat with warm salty cum. Lara’s face turned red as the man held his cock inside her throat while he came. She managed to swallow most of his cum, but some of it leaked out from around his cock and trickled down her chin.
When he finally pulled out, Lara gasped loudly for air, while a mixture of cum and saliva drooled from her lips and down onto her heaving chest. Terry took the opportunity to push Lara face down onto the dusty floor. With both of his hands on the back of Lara’s head, Terry climbed up onto his haunches and rammed his cock downwards into Lara’s upturned asshole.
“Yeah, take it deep you stuck-up bitch!” Terry grunted, as he pistoned his cock in and out of Lara’s stretched asshole.
Lara’s asshole felt incredible, but even more enjoyable was the feeling of power he got from fucking her like this. During their relationship, Terry always felt like he had to hold back, to ask permission before he did anything sexual. Now, he was treating Lara like the cheapest Thai prostitute, and she was just taking it. Terry wanted this moment to last forever, but he could feel himself coming close to ejaculating. He was literally pile driving his cock down into Lara’s asshole, while she grunted and moaned beneath him. He was so tempted to just let go and cum inside her ass, but he had something better in mind.
Terry pulled out of Lara’s gaping asshole and yanked her up by her ponytail, forcing her onto her knees. Terry forced her head against his thigh and then slapped his cock against her cheek. He enjoyed Lara’s unhappy expression, as he rubbed his slippery cock against her face. She tried to pull away in distaste, but he held her firmly and pressed his cock against her lips.
“What’s wrong, Croft. Don’t you like the taste of your own ass?” Terry asked.
After a moment’s hesitation, Lara opened her mouth and allowed Terry to push inside.
“That’s right, bitch! Taste it!” Terry said, and then groaned as he felt Lara’s wet tongue swirling around the tip of his cock.
He had to pull out to prevent himself from cuming then and there.
“Oh, you are far too good at that!” Terry grinned. “Now, be a good girl and lick daddy’s balls until he’s ready to cum!” Terry commanded.
Terry loved the look of humiliation on Lara’s face, as she opened her lips and started licking her tongue against his hairy balls. Terry grabbed the base of his cock and started to masturbate above Lara’s face, while she licked him. It was one of the lewdest sights Terry had ever witnessed. When he was ready, he yanked back on her ponytail and started to cum on her upturned face. Terry watched Lara blush with shame, as he plastered her face with his cum. He jetted several long lines of cum across her cheeks and forehead, and then shot two shorter spurts against her nose and chin, before dribbling the last few drops down onto her lips.
“Oh Croft, you look so good covered in my cum!” Terry said, staring down at her cum-covered features.
On impulse, he grabbed his softening cock and used it to smear his cum all over her face. Lara grimaced with disgust as he rubbed his cock against her lips, cheeks and forehead, until she looked like a cum-glazed donut. Feeling cocky, he lifted Lara’s long silky ponytail and used it like a cum rag to wipe his slippery cock clean. The look of irritation on Lara’s beautiful, cum-covered face was priceless. Terry knew how she hated getting cum on her hair. Terry unceremoniously shoved Lara face-first onto the dusty ground.
“All yours, Watson!” Terry told the last mercenary, as he walked away to dress.
Watson strode over to where Lara lay, coughing and spluttering in the dirt, and used his foot to push her over onto her back. He loomed over her, as he straddled her body and then knelt down, with his knees on either side of her stomach. He bent forward and grabbed hold of her breasts, one in each hand.
“Magnificent!” He said, squeezing her large breasts between his fingers.
Lara shifted uncomfortably, as her breasts were rudely groped and molested. To her growing disgust, the mercenary hawked and repeatedly spat large globs of saliva down onto her chest, which he massaged into her cleavage. Lara averted her eyes, appalled by the man’s revolting behaviour. He spat more saliva down onto his cock, rubbing it in until his shaft was glistening and slippery. Then he thrust his erect cock in between her large breasts. He pushed her breasts together, creating a tight, fleshy tunnel between them for his cock. Lara scowled with distaste, as the mercenary crudely fucked her mashed-together breasts. Lara felt like little more than a masturbatory aid, as the man slid his cock in and out of her deep cleavage with long slow strokes. He didn’t last very long, and after just a few minutes, his cock started spitting thick jets of cum all over Lara’s neck and chest.
The mercenary stood up without a word of thanks or apology, apparently finished with her. Lara felt totally used and humiliated. Her naked body stank of sweat and dust, and her pale skin was streaked with dirt and cum. Lara climbed wearily back to her feet and walked over to her backpack. She used a bottle of water to rinse off her face, chest and crotch, and then wiped herself dry with a spare tank top before dressing. After she fastened her gun belt back around her sexy hips, and clipped on her backpack, she slid her headset back over her head.
“Well done, Lara. Natla says she found your performance very satisfactory.” Zip said cheerfully.
Lara blushed with shame as she realised that Zip, Alistair and Natla must have all been watching her performance through the backpack’s array of cameras. Terry approached her and spoke in a soft voice, so that only they could here.
“That was fucking amazing, Lara!” He said.
“Well, don’t get used to it!” Lara answered. “It was a one-time deal!”
Lara said that last part more out of hope than actual belief. For all practical purposes, she was Jacqueline Natla’s personal whore now. If Natla ordered her to fuck Terry and his men again, then she would do it.
“Come on, Croft! We’ve got a helicopter to catch!” Terry said cheerfully, slapping her on the backside.
Lara swore under her breath, as she walked after him towards to cavern’s entrance.

2 WEEKS AND 2 DAYS LATER…
Once her private jet from South America landed back in London, Lara was taken by chauffeured limousine straight to Natla’s corporate headquarters. Lara was dressed casually in a white t-shirt and jeans. Her tomb raiding gear was safely stowed in her suitcase, which the chauffer would be delivering back to Croft Manor. All Lara had brought with her was her backpack, which contained the Jade Skull she had recovered from the lost Incan tomb. Lara reported at the front desk, and was not surprised that they were expecting her. The security guard escorted her to Natla’s private elevator and then buzzed her upstairs to Natla’s office. Lara was surprised by who greeted her when she stepped from the elevator.
“Hi Lara.” Sarah said.
Her former maid was dressed in a business shirt and skirt, and she was smiling cheerfully from behind the reception desk.
“Sarah? What are you doing here?” Lara asked.
“I’m Natla’s personal assistant now.” Sarah answered.
“Is she treating you well?” Lara asked, choosing her words carefully.
“Oh yes! Miss Natla is very generous to those who show her loyalty. Thanks for letting me keep all of those designer clothes, by the way.” Sarah said happily.
“And how to you feel… about us?” Lara asked awkwardly, unsure of exactly how extensive Sarah’s mental reconditioning had been.
“Oh, we’re fine. Miss Natla helped me get over that silly crush that I had on you.” Sarah answered.
“So, you’re not angry?” Lara asked, feeling relieved.
“Oh no. Without you, I never would have met my true love: Miss Natla.” Sarah said happily.
“You… love Natla now?” Lara asked incredulously.
“Oh yes. Miss Natla is the most wonderful person in the world. I was so happy when she agreed to let me come and live with her. My room is right next door to hers, and she lets me come in each night before bed and pleasure her. She’s a wonderful boss!” Sarah said happily.
Lara was appalled. Natla had turned Sarah into her virtual sex slave. She wanted to say something, but Lara could tell from the expression on Sarah’s face that it was already too late for the young blonde woman. She just hoped that it wasn’t too late for Winston.
“Ummm, is Natla ready to see me?” Lara asked.
“She’s expecting you. Go right in.” Sarah said.
Lara walked through the large outer office that housed Sarah’s reception desk, and through a pair of sliding glass doors that opened automatically for her. On the other side was an enormous office that was larger than most people’s houses. The walls were covered in expensive artworks, and there was an enormous wall-mounted television at the near end of the room, next to a long conference table with at least 20 chairs around it. In the middle of the room was a more informal meeting area, with several luxurious sofas laid out in a square shape; and at the far end of the room sat Natla’s impressive stainless steel and glass desk, which was at least 18 feet long and 4 feet wide, and had an expensive-looking multi-screen computer sitting in the middle. A high-backed leather chair sat behind the computer, with 4 identical chairs sitting on the other side of the desk.
The room appeared empty, and Lara found herself staring out of the full length windows that lined one entire side of the office, showing a multi-million dollar view of the London skyline. Lara heard a toilet flush and then watched as Natla emerged from her private bathroom. She was dressed in one of her typical dark grey business suits. Natla sat down behind her desk and gestured for Lara to take a seat in one of the chairs opposite her.
“I believe you have something for me?” Natla said.
Lara reached into her backpack and pulled out the Jade Skull, which she placed onto Natla’s desk. Natla smiled triumphantly as she beheld the Jade Skull. She turned it over in her hands, admiring the intricate golden writing that covered its surface. After a moment, she turned around and walked towards a nearby painting. Natla pressed an unseen button and the painting swung open to reveal a high-tech safe. Natla pressed her palm onto the scanning plate and then input the security code to unlock the safe. Lara’s tried not to appear interested, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself craning her neck to get a better look inside of Natla’s safe.
As Natla placed the Jade Skull inside, Lara saw at least two other skulls also inside the safe: one made from Obsidian and another made from Lapis Lazuli. Both skulls appeared to be covered in the same golden Incan script as the Jade Skull. Natla relocked the safe and slid the artwork back into place over the top of it. Lara was puzzled as to why Natla would let her see this, but then she saw Natla look at her and smile. She’s letting me know that I’m no longer a threat to her, Lara thought bitterly.
“I was very pleased by your performance on your first mission.” Natla told her, as she sat down opposite.
“Thank you.” Lara answered uncertainly.
“Both in finding the skull, and then in obeying Zip’s instructions to have sex with my mercenaries.” Natla said. “Tell me, did you enjoy your reunion with Terry Sheridan?”
Lara was aware that Natla was watching her intently.
“It was… uncomfortable.” Lara answered carefully.
Natla smiled. “I’m not surprised. I sent him because of his past relationship with you. I wanted to see if you were really serious about enthusiastically working for me.” Natla explained.
“And are you satisfied?” Lara asked.
“For now.” Natla answered.
Lara took a deep breath. “Then… will you put Winston back to the way he was?” Lara asked hopefully.
“A deal is a deal, and I want to show you that faithful service has its rewards. So… I’ll deprogram Winston. He’ll still be loyal to me, but he won’t be sleazy or creepy anymore.” Natla said.
“Thank you!” Lara answered, genuinely relieved to be getting her oldest friend and mentor back.
“His deprogramming should be finished by the time you get back from your next assignment.” Natla said.
“Where am I going?” Lara asked.
“Tokyo.” Natla answered.

3 WEEKS LATER…
It was early Saturday evening in Tokyo, Japan. Lara tried the calm the butterflies she felt in her stomach, as she stepped into the waiting limousine. She had flown into Tokyo aboard Natla’s private jet two days earlier - long enough for her body to acclimatise to the new time zone. Natla told her that she didn’t want Lara to be jetlagged and yawn at an inappropriate moment. The Japanese thrived on ritual and formality, and tended to be very touchy about that sort of thing. Lara unconsciously bit her lower lip, as she thought about Natla’s plan. She wished she had her guns with her, but Natla had assured her that she wouldn’t need them on this assignment. It was probably a wise decision, because Lara would have been sorely tempted to use them.
Lara fidgeted in her expensive black cocktail dress, as the limousine pulled up in front of an unremarkable looking office building. The only clue that this building was owned and operated by the Yakuza, Japan’s powerful and secretive organised crime gangs, were the four burly men standing outside the entrance. The men were dressed all in black, wearing tailored suits and ties, but Lara knew that underneath they would likely be covered in extensive Yakuza gang tattoos. The men appeared to be expecting her and opened a set of glass doors for her to enter. She walked through a deserted lobby towards a group of elevators. Another Yakuza enforcer was waiting for her, and she saw him speak into a microphone clipped to his lapel, as he received instructions through his earpiece. He opened the elevator and motioned for Lara to step inside.
The elevator travelled down to the basement, and opened onto a scene that reminded Lara more of Las Vegas that Tokyo. The entire basement of the building had been converted into an illegal casino, run by the Yakuza. Lara could see rows of gaming tables, with hundreds of people playing blackjack, roulette, baccarat, poker and craps. Further along were dozens of large television monitors, displaying sports and horse races from around the world, so that people could bet on them. Most of the people in the casino appeared to men, and virtually all of the women present seemed to be working as sexily dressed hostesses and waitresses.
“Lady Croft, this way please.” A pretty young Japanese woman in a white cocktail dress told her in accented English.
As they walked through the casino floor, Lara tried to glean some information from her host.
“How is it that the Yakuza manage to keep all of this a secret from the authorities?” Lara asked.
The woman smiled and pointed.
“Do you see those men sitting at the blackjack table?” She said, indicating to a group of four men playing blackjack, surrounded by half a dozen sexily dressed Japanese girls.
Lara nodded.
“The one on the end is the deputy chief of police; the two in the middle are senior politicians; and the man closest to us is a Supreme Court judge.” She woman told her.
Corruption, Lara thought. Pay off the right people and you can do whatever you like. Lara tried to ignore the lecherous stares of the male patrons, as she walked through the casino. She jumped suddenly when she felt a hand grope her backside through the thin fabric of her cocktail dress. She turned around and was about to tell the man off, but her female hostess beat her to it. She spoke to him scoldingly in Japanese. The man looked like he was going to argue, but then saw two burly security guards take an interest in their conversation. He meekly apologised in Japanese and turned back to his game.
“My apologies, Lady Croft. This man mistook you for a hostess.” The woman explained.
Lara suddenly regretted Natla’s choice of outfit for her. She was wearing a sexy cocktail dress made from expensive black silk. The dress was backless and had a steep V-shaped neckline that started just below her ribcage and travelled upwards over her large breasts, and ended in a thin halter that tied together behind her neck. The dress adequately covered the front of Lara’s breasts, but it left her central cleavage and the curve of her side boobs on full display. Even worse, the cut of the dress precluded her from wearing a bra, and she could feel the men present staring at her nipples, which protruded noticeably through the thin silk of the dress.
The bottom hem of the dress started just below the midpoint of her thighs, and it had two long slits running all the way up to the tops of her legs. The slits opened with each step she took, flashing her naked thighs to everyone nearby. Combined with the black high heels she was wearing, the outfit drew even more attention to Lara’s long, gorgeous legs. The thinness of the dress’s material also meant that she could only wear a skimpy black thong underneath, so as not to show an embarrassing panty line. Lara ignored the leers of the casino patrons and followed the woman towards the back of the room. The woman led Lara past two more burly Yakuza guards and through a set of large double doors that led into a large private lounge. Lara shivered involuntarily as she laid eyes upon Shogo Takamoto.
“Lady Croft, you have a lot of nerve showing your face here, after everything you’ve done!” Takamoto announced loudly, causing every Yakuza member in the room to turn to face his direction.
“I’m here on behalf of Jacqueline Natla, my employer, to arrange the purchase of an artefact in your possession.” Lara said neutrally.
“You see the arrogance of these westerners?” Takamoto shouted theatrically to the room. “She double crosses me, shoots me in the chest and leaves me for dead, and now she relies on my honour as a man not to exact revenge upon her!”
Lara’s history with Takamoto went back several years. She had her first run-in with him when he tried to sell her some counterfeit artefacts, which he swore were genuine. Later, when she had been seeking fragments of the fabled sword Excalibur, he had tried to doublecross her and a gunfight ensued, in which Lara killed six of Takamoto’s bodyguards and shot Takamoto in the chest. Now she wished she had taken a few minutes longer to finish him off.
“You have a reputation as a fierce and skilful fighter, but I say you are a coward. You shot me without warning and while I was unarmed.” Takamoto said.
That was of course a lie: it had been Takamoto who had fired first, and he and all of his men were armed.
“I’m twice the warrior of any man in this room!” Lara announced boldly, as Natla had instructed to.
That drew many hostile stares and disgruntled murmurs from the gathered Yakuza gang members and crime bosses.
“Prove it!” Takamoto said.
“This is pointless. I’m here to purchase the Ruby Skull for Miss Natla.” Lara said.
“I’ll make you a deal, Lady Croft. Agree to a test of skills with me. Prove that your last victory wasn’t just a fluke, and I’ll deliver the skull to her right now. If you win, I will sell the skull to your employer for half of our agreed price; but if I win, you agree to come and work for me as one of my girls for the weekend, to teach you some respect.” Takamoto said.
That drew several lecherous smirks from the gathered crowd. Takamoto had made a name for himself as a dealer in antiques and relics, but his main business was in running several profitable strip clubs and brothels in Tokyo’s seedy red light district. The Yakuza members seemed to like the idea of having this proud and beautiful western woman being forced to work as a lowly prostitute. Lara felt every man in the room undressing her with their eyes. Many Japanese men fetishized large breasted western women, which made Lara croft a perfect avatar for their lust.
“You can’t be serious!” Lara argued. “I’m a wealthy English Countess. You can’t possibly expect me to agree to this.”
“My sources tell me that you are not quite as upstanding as you pretend, but no matter: if you refuse, then our deal is off and you can return to Miss Natla empty handed. I will only sell you the skull to you if you agree to my terms.” Takamoto said.
Lara waited before answering, as if thinking it over.
“I agree,” she answered reluctantly, “but only if it’s a fair test.”
“Very well!” Takamoto smiled. “Gentlemen, you about to witness the legendary skills of the world famous tomb raider!” Takamoto announced sarcastically to the gathering of Yakuza members. The crowd gathered around with great interest, and Lara could see money changing hands as bets were wagered.
Lara’s prowess in combat was well known in the Japanese underworld, and Lara saw many bets being placed on her to win. She imagined these men would be quite unhappy with her when they lost all of their money. Takamoto led Lara through a rear door and down a short staircase to another sublevel. The sublevel appeared to be setup as a gun range, with a dozen targets placed against the far wall and heavy sound insulation pads on the walls and ceiling. Takamoto issued some instructions in Japanese and was handed a Glock 17 handgun and two loaded magazines.
“We will both use the same gun, to show that everything is fair!” Takamoto announced to the gathered crowd.
Takamoto didn’t exactly have a reputation for fair play, and this announcement clearly surprised many among the crowd. Takamoto loaded the first magazine into the gun and stepped up to the line.
“5 shots each into the head at 10 metres. I will go first!” Takamoto said.
Takamoto stepped up to the 10 metre line and assumed a competent shooting stance. He squeezed off 5 rounds in quick succession, putting a tennis-ball sized grouping into the head of the target. Then he handed the weapon to Lara, and gestured for her to step up to the neighbouring target. Lara stepped up to the line and assumed a combat shooting stance. Her first four shots all hit within a dollar coin sized grouping, but the fifth shot went low and left, missing the head by half an inch. There was a gasp of shock from the gathered audience, and Lara felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Takamoto smiled triumphantly, and took the weapon back from her.
He walked back to the 20 metre line, while a fresh pair of targets was brought out. Takamoto took longer to aim this time. Three of his shots impacted the head, while two more went wide, hitting just outside the outline. He pushed a fresh magazine into the pistol and handed it to Lara. She stepped up to the 20 metre line and took aim. Only two of her shots hit the head this time, with the other three going just wide. Several of the audience started to laugh at Lara’s mediocre performance. Lara blushed with shame at the way she was disgracing herself.
Takamoto took the pistol from her and walked to the 30 metre line, while the used targets were exchanged for fresh ones. This time, only one of his shots impacted the head, with the rest going well wide. Then it was Lara’s turn. She took the pistol and took aim, her hand shaking slightly with the anger and frustration she felt. This time, all of Lara’s shots missed the head, peppering all over the target like she was a rank amateur. She could hear several of the gathered Yakuza openly mocking her skills in Japanese.
“Have you had enough yet?” A smug Takamoto asked.
Lara balled her fists with rage. Lara knew she could have easily outshot Takamoto, if Natla hadn’t ordered her to throw the match. This was all part of the price that Takamoto demanded in return for selling the Ruby Skull to Natla. Lara’s defeat had shamed him and tarnished his reputation amongst the Yakuza; in order to regain his honour and prestige, Takamoto wanted to publicly humiliate Lara in return, and show that her defeat of him had just been a fluke. Lara certainly felt humiliated, being forced to purposefully lose to a man that she could have easily beaten in any fair fight. For a fiercely competitive woman like Lara, this indignity was almost too much to take.
“The sights are off!” Lara objected lamely, which just made her sound like a sore loser. “Fight me hand to hand, and I’ll show you who the superior warrior is!”
Takamoto nodded to his men. They walked over to a side storage area and dragged over half a dozen large mats, creating a 4 metre wide soft fall area. Takamoto removed his shoes and socks, and then slid off his black suit jacket, handing it to one of his men. Then he undid his black shirt and tie, revealing his extensive Yakuza tattoos, which completely covered his arms, stomach and chest. Lara kicked off her black high heels and joined him on the soft blue mats.
“First to 3 falls.” Takamoto said, before arrogantly gesturing Lara forward.
Lara advanced on him and threw a well telegraphed left right combination, which Takamoto easily blocked. Then she looped a lazy roundhouse kick towards Takamoto’s head. He caught her kick in mid-air and the swept her support leg out from under her, causing Lara to slam backwards onto the mat. Takamoto stepped back and waited for Lara to climb back to her feet. Lara suddenly launched herself forward and grabbed hold of Takamoto’s throat and triceps. She stepped forward, as if attempting an Osoto Gari Judo throw, but she was off balance and Takamoto reverse the throw, sweeping Lara’s legs out from under her and throwing her hard onto the mat.
Takamoto bounced away and Lara rolled wearily onto her knees, red faced with shame. Lara stood up and moved forward more cautiously now. Takamoto jerked forward and Lara instinctively took a step backwards, making it appear to the crowd as though she was afraid. Lara’s ears burned with the jeers and laughter of the audience. Well, let’s get this farce over with, Lara thought bitterly! She threw two quick left jabs, grinning with satisfaction as one of them struck Takamoto in the nose. Then she threw a lazy overhand right, which Takamoto blocked. He grabbed her right wrist and pinned her right arm to his chest with an over-hook, before hooking his foot behind her leg and turning away from her, spinning her body around in an Osoto Makikomi Judo throw. Lara slammed backwards onto the mat and Takamoto landed heavily on top of her, knocking the wind out of her. Takamoto climbed triumphantly to his feet, to the cheers of the Yakuza onlookers, while Lara struggled to recover her breath.
“Stand up!” Takamoto ordered.
Lara climbed wearily to her feet and slid her high heels back on. Takamoto walked around her theatrically.
“I made a mistake! I apologise!” Lara pleaded.
Takamoto held up his hand and Lara fell silent.
“It’s far too late for that, Lady Croft. Now, remove your dress.” Takamoto ordered.
Lara hesitated. “Please… I’ll pay you whatever you want…” Lara said desperately.
“I’m not interested in your money, Lady Croft. I desire to see you humbled, and that is more valuable to me than any sum of money. Now, remove your dress, or I will have my men do it for you.” Takamoto threatened.
Lara frowned and untied the halter neck of her expensive black cocktail dress, before lifting the garment up over her head. There was a collective intake of breath, as her naked flesh was revealed. At first, Lara thought they were shocked by her gorgeous western figure, but then the laughter began, and Lara blushed with shame as she realised the truth. Some of the crowd did not speak English, and looked confused until others translated the meaning of the bold WHORE tattoo above her crotch.
“You pretend to be virtuous, and yet you already bear the mark of the prostitute on your skin!” Takamoto said.
Several of the crowd shouted insults at her in Japanese. Lara shivered in their midst, feeling helplessly exposed in her tiny black G-string, despite towering over the men in her 5 inch high black heels. Takamoto held out his hand expectedly, and Lara handed him the dress. He smiled and handed it off to one of his men, while making an announcement in Japanese that caused much amusement.
“I told them that I plan to have your dress framed and mounted on my office wall, as a trophy of your defeat.” Takamoto told her, gloating.
Lara swallowed heavily, as she surveyed the roomful of men staring at her exposed body with undisguised lust. She had visions of herself being thrown to the ground and roughly gangbanged by the 30 men; but she held her head up high. They would not break her, she promised herself. More comments in Japanese were shouted. There appeared to be some disagreement between the gathered Yakuza thugs. Takamoto broke the deadlock.
“I have decided that your first duty as my working girl will be to serve as a common waitress. For someone of your social status, being forced to serve drinks as a lowly waitress on the casino floor will be a deservedly humbling experience.” Takamoto explained.
Lara actually breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to what she had feared, Takamoto’s first punishment didn’t sound all that bad.
“Ummm, Mr Takamoto…” Lara said, hoping that speaking to him respectfully might put him in a better mood. “I’ll need some clothes.”
Takamoto smiled and shook his head. “No, Lady Croft, you will serve as you are.” Takamoto said.
Lara’s face paled at the thought of walking out onto the crowded casino floor wearing nothing but a G-string and a pair of high heels. She wanted to argue, but she knew that it would do no good. With her heart beating out of her chest, Lara followed Takamoto upstairs. The lounge was mostly deserted, except for a few waiting staff, as most of the patrons had gone downstairs to view the contest of skill. When they reached the double doors, Lara took a deep breath and then walked through.
The casino floor was a hive of activity, and initially no one noticed her presence. Lara followed Takamoto to the bar area, where one of the bartenders handed her a tray of drinks and pointed to one of the roulette tables.
“You will serve drinks to the players. Make sure you smile and act like you’re enjoying their company and attention – it puts them at ease and makes them gamble more.” Takamoto told her.
Then he leaned into her ear, so that only she could hear him. “If I get any complaints about your performance, I’ll drop you off on the street outside the British Embassy and make you prostitute yourself to the English tourists lined up outside.” Takamoto threatened.
Lara was horrified by hid threat: bad enough to be forced into sex work; but to do it in front of her own countrymen would virtually guarantee that she would be recognised. Her reputation would be ruined.
“I’ll be good.” Lara said quickly.
Takamoto smiled. “I thought you might. Well, get to work!” Takamoto said, slapping her roughly on the ass.
Lara gritted her teeth at the indignity, but then forced a sweet smile onto her beautiful and took up her serving tray. As Lara walked towards the roulette table pointed out by the bartender, it seemed like everyone within eyesight had stopped playing to watch her. Japanese men often fetishized tall, large breasted western women, and her high heels drew her even more attention to her. Every eye seemed glued to the tall, leggy western woman: the men ogled her with undisguised lust, while the women – mostly hostesses and waitresses – looked at her with a mixture of amusement and pity.
Lara tried to ignore them by staring straight ahead, as she walked over to the roulette table. The patrons at this table appeared to all be Japanese businessmen wearing suits. Lara had no idea whose drinks were whose, so she smiled sweetly and placed the drinks out in front of each player at random. The men didn’t seem overly concerned about their drinks order, and had all stopped playing to get a better look at Lara’s beautiful long legs, her large naked breasts and her gorgeous ass. They thanked her for the drinks in Japanese, while staring at her practically naked body. Lara blushed with embarrassment under their scrutiny, but forced herself to smile appreciatively before walking back to the bar.
The bartender handed her another tray and pointed her towards one of the craps tables. Lara walked through the admiring crowd and placed down the next round of drinks. Lara suddenly felt a hand squeezing her exposed ass cheek. She turned around and saw that it was the middle-aged businessman that had groped her when she first entered the casino, mistaking her for a hostess. The man had clearly had a lot to drink since Lara had last seen him, and several of the other men standing around the table looked fearfully towards the bouncers. When they made no move to intervene, the other businessmen smiled and nodded towards each other.
Before she had even finished placing down the last of her drinks, Lara felt more hands rubbing against her thighs and back, and squeezing her breasts and ass. Lara blushed and forced a smile, as she politely tried to fend off their molesting hands and finish delivering her drinks. Lara jumped when one of the men pushed aside her G-string and inserted a finger inside her pussy. The sudden motion caused her to spill the drink she was holding over one of the businessmen, drenching his suit. Lara’s face went pale, as she remembered Takamoto’s threat about what would happen, should anyone complain about her.
The man and his friends all started laughing. The man she had spilled the drink on gestured for Lara to sit on his lap. Lara reluctantly obeyed, hoping that her compliance might convince him not to lodge a complaint. The man turned her to face the craps table and picked up the dice, gesturing for Lara to blow on them. Lara did so and then the man rolled. The table erupted in cheering when the result came up 7. Money was paid out and Lara moved to leave, but the man held her in place. Lara could feel his erection poking up through the material of his suit pants, and she blushed as she felt one of his hands cup her breasts. The dealer passed him the dice, and he held them back up to Lara’s face.
Lara again blew on them, but the man shook his head and made a licking motion. Lara grimaced in disgust as she realised that the man wanted her to lick the dice for luck. Lara tried to get up, but he held her down and again gestured towards her with the dice. Lara reluctantly leaned forward and licked the dice in the man’s hand, like a cat licking milk from a bowl. The players surrounding her laughed, and then burst into cheers when the player rolled another 7. Blushing with shame, Lara was finally allowed to stand up and finished serving her drinks. One of the players slapped her hard on the ass as she walked away towards the bar.
The antics of the players at the craps table had not gone unnoticed, and now everyone in the room knew that Lara was fair game, and they all wanted a piece of the action. Lara was barely able to keep the drinks balanced on her tray, as she was brazenly molested by every casino patron in her proximity. Her nipples were squeezed and pinched, her breasts were fondled and groped, her ass was pinched and slapped, and her panties were pushed aside and her pussy digitally penetrated numerous times.
Even worse than the groping were the derogatory comments that she had to endure. All of it was mercifully in Japanese, but there were three words repeated over and over again, both alone and in combination, that she did recognise: Gaijin – foreigner; Chijo – slut; and Baishunpo – prostitute. They all thought she was a whore! Everyone in the room was staring at her as she made her rounds and delivered her drinks to the various gaming tables. Lara guessed that many of them were fascinated that a beautiful westerner would expose herself like this, in front of everyone; but their surprise disappeared as soon as the noticed the tattoos on her lower back and crotch. Then they nodded knowingly and joined in the fun, teasing and groping her as she walked past.
In Japan, tattoos were a great taboo, and usually signified criminality and social deviance. Some of the younger Japanese people had become more accepting of tattoos on foreigners, especially since their explosion in popularity in western culture; but amongst most of Japanese society, and especially amongst the older people, they assumed that any man with tattoos was a Yakuza – a criminal – and any woman bearing tattoos was a Baishunpo – a prostitute. Lara went on delivering drinks for the next two hours, and then Takamoto returned to her with a fresh set of instructions.
“How are you enjoying your new job as a topless waitress?” Takamoto asked her.
“Its fine, Mr Takamoto.” Lara answered, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how humiliated she felt.
“I have a new job for you. Some important guests have requested you for a Nuru massage. Do you know what this is?” Takamoto asked, smiling cruelly.
Lara frowned and nodded. Nuru was the Japanese word for slippery, and it referred to an erotic massage technique where the masseuse covered her body in colourless massage oil and then rubbed herself against her client. The practice supposedly used the tactile sensation to relieve stress, but it had become so fetishized in Japanese culture that it was now considered to be a form of sex work, and such massages often finished with the performance of a sexual act. Lara put down her tray and followed Takamoto to the elevator. Takamoto clearly had a fearsome reputation amongst the gamblers, because while they continued to leer at Lara, none dared to touch her in his presence.
They entered the elevator and rode up to the second floor. When the doors opened, Lara found herself staring at a plush private lounge. There was a long bar set against one wall, with several stools occupied by various Yakuza gangsters, all dressed in white bathrobes. Against the other walls were several large couches, with more men in white bathrobes lounging and drinking on them. Lara recognised four of the Japanese men as the politicians, the deputy police chief and the judge that had been pointed out to her earlier on the casino floor. Takamoto led Lara straight to the group and then squeezed her breasts in front of them, as if showing her off, while he spoke to them in Japanese.
The men smiled and nodded in agreement, and then Lara was led through the lounge and into a long corridor with rooms branching off from either side. Takamoto walked to the first room on the left and opened the door. Inside was a small room with white walls and a single large padded massage table laid out in the middle. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a cabinet set against one wall, which was stacked full of neatly folded towels and bottles of scented massage oil.
“This is where you will work. Your clients will all expect a happy ending. Most will accept blowjobs, but some may desire more. I expect you to keep them all happy.” Takamoto told her.
Lara’s heart beat faster in her chest as she realised that Takamoto was pimping her out.
“Give me your panties. You won’t need them for the rest of the weekend.” Takamoto said.
Lara blushed and handed them over. She had no doubt that Takamoto would keep them as another souvenir of his victory over her. Lara watched him leave and waited. Her first customer was the large Judge from the Casino. The man was tall for a Japanese man, at just under 6 feet, aged in his early fifties and morbidly obese. Lara shivered as he opened his white robe to reveal rolls of glistening fat. The man lay face down on the large massage table and issued her an order in Japanese. Lara looked at him in confusion, and he pointed towards the bottles of massage oil impatiently.
Lara walked over to the cabinet and selected a bottle of massage oil. They all had different labels written in Japanese, which she couldn’t read, so she hoped this one would do. She returned to the massage table and started pouring the contents of the massage oil onto the fat Japanese man’s smooth back. Her only consolation was that Japanese men tended to have a lot less body hair than western men, so she didn’t have to contend with a disgusting hairy back or shoulders. Lara started rubbing the oil into the man’s skin, kneading and massaging his muscles. He groaned happily, and then gestured for her to climb up onto the table.
Lara took a deep breath and climbed up onto the man’s back. It felt like she was mounting a slippery walrus. After a moment’s hesitation, Lara lowered her stomach and chest onto the man’s wide back and starting sliding her body up and down along his. The man groaned happily as Lara’s large breasts pressed against his back, while Lara grimaced at the wrongness of what she was doing. Lara continued to massage the man’s shoulders and neck, while rubbing her slippery body up and down his. The man looked over his shoulder at her and said something in Japanese, before tapping his leg with his hand. Lara took from this that he wanted her to massage his legs. Lara slid around and ran her hands up and down his thick tree trunk legs.
The man grew increasingly impatient and rolled over onto his back, before motioning for Lara to mount him once again. Lara slid languidly up his body, sliding her slippery skin against his. She could feel his erect cock pressing against her stomach. She reached down with her right hand and started lewdly stroking it, while gyrating herself against his torso. She hoped that if she brought him off with a handjob, she might avoid having to demean herself any further, but her client was having none of it. He pressed down on her shoulders with his pudgy hands, pushing her face towards his crotch. He clearly wanted a blowjob, and Lara had no choice but to oblige him.
She opened her mouth and slid her lips up and down the length of his 5 inch long cock, tasting the oddly flavourless massage oil on her tongue. The man groaned as she opened her lips wider and took his cock inside her mouth. Lara swirled her wet tongue around the tip of his cock, and then slid her red lips all the way down to the base. She paused for a moment, holding the man’s cock inside her warm, inviting mouth, before pulling back. Lara began bobbing her mouth up and down on the man’s cock. The man’s groaning grew louder and he reached down and grabbed hold of Lara’s ponytail. He started speaking to her in harsh, guttural tones. His words were entirely in Japanese, but once again she recognised the words for foreigner and whore.
He came after only a few minutes. He used her ponytail as a handle to press her face fully down onto his cock, but he needn’t have bothered. Not knowing when she might be allowed to wash next, Lara preferred to swallow the sticky cum, and gulped every spurt down her throat. The fat judge looked dumbly pleased with himself and motioned for Lara to fetch him a towel. Lara dismounted from him and took two towels from the cabinet, one for her client and one for herself. The judge towelled himself off and did up his bath robe. The entire massage had taken less than 15 minutes.
Lara used the word massage when describing the event in her head, but she knew the truth of what she was doing: this was just sex work with more extravagant foreplay. The fat judge walked from the room, and a few minutes later, Lara’s next client entered the room. This was one of the politicians; a small, thin balding man wearing glasses. He stripped out of his bathrobe and lay down face first on the massage table. Lara picked up the bottle and poured massage oil onto the man’s back, before resuming her lewd massage. Lara rubbed her slippery oiled body all over the man beneath her. Lara was getting pretty good at massaging her client’s muscles with her hands, but he seemed to particularly enjoy the sensation of her large breasts sliding up and down his back.
He seemed to be enjoying his massage, and Lara spent almost 25 minutes massaging his back. When he was finished, he rolled over and Lara resumed rubbing her body against his stomach and chest, while massaging his neck and shoulders with her hands. She felt the man’s stiff cock pressing against her flesh, but he seemed in no hurry to transition to sex. After another 15 minutes of massaging his front, the man said something in Japanese and pointed down at his cock. Lara slid down his body and cupped his balls with her hand, while licking her tongue up and down his slippery shaft. Then she parted her lips and bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock, while sliding her hands all over the his stomach and chest.
The politician lasted even less time than the judge, and in just a couple of minutes, Lara’s mouth was filled with spurts of warm, salty cum. Lara swallowed his cum, feeling it slide obscenely down her throat. When she finished, the man patted her condescendingly on the head, like she was a favoured pet. Once again, Lara fetched a towel from the cabinet, so that her client could clean himself. She didn’t see the point of wiping herself down and waited, naked and covered in glistening massage oil, for her next client to enter. The next man was the younger of the two politicians. He was aged in his mid-thirties and about Lara’s height, with a thin but athletic build. He stripped out of his bathrobe and lay face down on the massage table.
Lara emptied the remaining contents of the massage oil bottle onto his back, and then pressed her slippy body against him. She rubbed her breasts up and down his back, while sliding her crotch up and down the backs of his thighs, lewdly humping his legs. At the 15 minute mark, he rolled over onto his back, and Lara resumed her degrading Nuru massage. The man reached down and pulled Lara upwards so that she was straddling his stomach and her breasts were in line with his face. Lara blushed with embarrassment, as she felt the man push his face in between her dangling breasts and motorboat her cleavage. The man slapped her ass and moved her hand down over his crotch.
Lara started jerking him off, while the man sucked and chewed on her nipples. After a few minutes, he pushed Lara’s head down onto his cock. Lara opened her mouth and started bobbing her lips up and down on his cock. A minute later, she felt her mouth fill with his warm cum. Once Lara had sucked him dry, she dutifully handed him a towel and waited deferentially for what she hoped was her final customer. The deputy police chief was balding and aged in his late fifties, with an average build. He lay down on his stomach and waited for Lara to begin. Lara straddled his naked body and stroked and kneaded his muscles with her hands, while sliding her own slippery, naked body up and down his.
The man sighed contentedly as Lara went about her business. After 20 minutes, he turned over and allowed Lara to straddle him again, rubbing herself against his chest and stomach, while her hands reached down to caress his cock and balls. The man’s erection grew stiff, and he grabbed hold of Lara’s hips and pushed them backwards onto his cock. Lara felt the tip of his cock press against her slippery pussy, before sliding inside. Lara grunted as the cock penetrated her to the hilt. The Japanese man slapped her ass and gestured for her to fuck herself on his cock. Lara blushed with shame, as she slowly gyrated her hips up and down on the man’s cock, riding him like a lewd cowgirl.
The man reached up and fondled Lara’s breasts, while she ran her own delicate hands over his slippery shoulders and chest. Once again, she heard the man calling her the Japanese words for slut and whore, which made her face redden. After a few minutes, he came inside of her, filling her pussy with warm cum. This time Lara did grab two towels, handing one to the deputy police chief and using the other to wipe away the sticky cum that was leaking from her pussy and down her inner thigh. The Japanese man put on his robe and left without even a thank you. Why are you surprised, Lara thought bitterly? No one thanks a whore. After a few minutes, Takamoto re-entered the room.
“Come with me.” He told her, not bothering to wait for a response.
He led Lara out of the room and towards the other end of the corridor. Takamoto opened the door and led her into a large bathroom with half a dozen un-partitioned showers set against the far wall. Each shower had a small niche shelf recessed into the white tiled wall beneath it, which held bottles of body wash, shampoo and conditioner.
“Wash yourself.” Takamoto said.
Lara waited for him to leave, but when he made no move to do so, she climbed into one of the shower stalls and washed herself clean using the provided body wash and shampoo. Lara dried herself with a towel, although her long hair still felt slightly damp. Takamoto seemed satisfied and led her through a second door, which appeared to be a dressing room, filled with mirrored tables stacked high with makeup, and racks of skimpy, cheap looking clothes.
“Put on makeup and find and outfit that fits you, but no underwear.” Takamoto said.
“What’s the occasion?” Lara asked, unsure of what she would be dressing for.
“I’m taking you to another of our clubs. You can travel there naked if you prefer, but clothing might draw less attention.” Takamoto explained, smiling.
Lara clenched her jaw, unhappy to have no control of what Takamoto planned to do to her. She sat down at one of the tables and sorted through the available makeup. It was a very haphazard collection, and certainly not up to the quality of the products she was used to using. She ended up applying a light layer of foundation and blush, followed by black eye liner and a layer of bright red lipstick. She felt a little slutty in the cheap makeup, but at least she didn’t look overtly like a whore. The clothing was another story. Most of the clothes were too small for her, being sized for the average Japanese woman. In the end, she managed to find a short navy blue pleated skirt, which reminded Lara of her old school uniform, and a sleeveless white crop top that left most of her flat stomach exposed. Lara still had on her black high heels, which didn’t really match the rest of the outfit, but none of the other shoes fit her, so she went with it.
Takamoto led her back down the corridor and through the private lounge. Lara recognised the politicians and judge that she had previously “massaged” seated inside, talking and drinking. They stopped their conversation as soon as they noticed her, and all of them grinning from ear to ear and looking very pleased with themselves. Lara self-consciously adjusted her short skirt, unable to stop herself from blushing with shame at the knowledge of the lewd things she had done with them. She and Takamoto rode the elevator down to the ground floor and walked out of the lobby, to where a black Mercedes Benz S-Class sedan was waiting. It was now after dark, and the area was lit with bright neon advertisements that Lara had not noticed during the day.
Takamoto climbed into the backseat of the large sedan, followed by Lara. After a short 5 minute drive, they arrived at their destination: a flashy looking strip club covered in bright neon advertising. Takamoto nodded to the two Yakuza bouncers on the door and walked inside, closely followed by Lara. It was still early in the night, and the strip club was not yet busy. There were only about 20 patrons inside, sitting around six small stages, each with a pole at the centre. Each stage was a raised circular platform about 4 metres wide, with chairs set around it for the customers to sit at. There were only four girls dancing on the poles, in various stages of undress, and the other two poles were empty.
Lara’s face went pale as she stared up at the empty stripper poles: surely he didn’t expect her to dance in public like a stripper, she worried. The truth was actually much worse. Takamoto led her through the strip club and into one of the private dance rooms. The room was only about 2 metres square, with two high-backed lounge chairs in each corner, opposite the door, presumably in case two customers wanted to share a private dance.
“Repeat this phrase: Sekkusu no tame no ichiman en.” Takamoto told her.
“Sekkusu no tame no ichiman en.” Lara said, having no idea what she was saying but trying to mimic the sounds.
“Your pronunciation is atrocious! Sekkusu no tame no ichiman en!” Takamoto repeated the Japanese phrase, enunciating each syllable more carefully.
Lara repeated the phrase ten more times until Takamoto was satisfied.
“What does it mean?” Lara asked, dreading the answer.
“10,000 yen for sex.” Takamoto said, smiling evilly. “That’s about 90 American dollars.”
The colour drained for Lara’s face. It wasn’t just that Takamoto was asking her to become a prostitute; it was the lewd, brazen way that he wanted her to solicit for customers.
“You will approach each customer in the club and tell them this phrase. If they nod at you, lead them back here.” Takamoto told her, handing her a roll of condoms. “After you finish, give the money to the bartender and find another customer. I’ll be watching you from the security office.” Takamoto said, pointing up at a camera mounted on the ceiling.
Lara shivered. Bad enough having to whore herself out to a bunch of foreigners, but it was even more humiliating to think of Takamoto watching her do it and probably recording her as well. It was so degrading. She was a wealthy Countess from a proud and noble bloodline, and now she was being forced to sell herself like a common prostitute. Lara had read stories from the French Revolution – daughters of wealthy aristocrats forced to become prostitutes to support themselves, after their parents were publicly beheaded and their estates were confiscated by the revolutionary authorities. Lara had found the stories secretly titillating and had masturbated to them many times, but now that she found herself in a similar situation, she found the prospect horrifying.
Takamoto smiled and left the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Well, at least there are no westerners here, so hopefully no one will recognise me, Lara told herself, trying to look on the bright side. After taking a few calming breaths, she left the private dance room and approached her first potential customer. He looked like a salaryman – he was middle aged and wearing an ill-fitting off-the-rack suit.
“Ahem!” Lara said, trying to get the man’s attention.
When he didn’t turn around, Lara tapped him lightly on the arm.
“Sekkusu no tame no ichiman en?” Lara asked.
The man said something in Japanese and waved her away irritably. His meaning was clear and Lara recognised the word for prostitute. He was telling her “be gone, whore!” Lara’s face reddened, and she walked quickly away and approached another customer. This man was older, overweight and balding, and also dressed in a suit.
“Sekkusu no tame no ichiman en?” Lara asked, blushing heavily.
The man smiled and nodded, rubbing his pudgy hand against her bare thigh. Lara bristled at the indignity, but forced a smile and led him towards the private dancing room. The man sat down in one of the chairs and handed her 10,000 yen in 1,000 yen notes. Lara tucked them into the waistband of her skirt, as the man unzipped his pants and pushed them down around his ankles. Lara got down on her knees, prepared to give him a blowjob, but he shook his head. He said something in Japanese, and pointed at Lara’s crotch. He wanted to fuck her pussy, Lara thought.
With an indignant scowl, Lara stood up and unwrapped a condom, before placing it onto the man’s erect penis. She hitched up her navy miniskirt and then climbed up onto the chair so that she was straddling the overweight salaryman. The man motioned for Lara to lift up her top. Lara rolled her eyes and then rolled her crop top up over her chest, allowing her large breasts to bounce into view, much to the delight of her customer. Lara lowered herself down onto the man’s lap, while reached down between her legs and guiding his cock towards the entrance to her pussy.
Lara grunted as she impaled herself downwards onto his 5 inch long cock. The man smiled happily and grabbed Lara’s gorgeous ass under her hitched-up miniskirt, signalling for her to begin. Lara placed her hands on the man’s shoulders and gyrated her hips up and down over his crotch, grinding her pussy downwards onto his cock. The man seemed mesmerised by the way her large, round breasts were bouncing up and down in front of his face. Lara could see he was sweating, and she increased the pace of her fucking, just wanting this whole degrading episode to be over.
The man’s breathing quickened, and Lara could feel his sweaty hands gripping her ass more tightly. A minute later he came; Lara wasn’t even close to orgasming. The man nodded in thanks and removed his condom, throwing it into a small dustbin in the corner before doing up his pants and leaving the room. Lara pulled down her crop top and straightened out her dress, before walking back out into the strip club. She handed her earnings to the bar tender, who gave her a knowing smile which made her blush a deeper shade of red. Then she approached her next customer. This man was younger, aged in his early twenties and also wearing a suit. He appeared to be a little bit uncomfortable, sitting in a strip club filled with naked women, and Lara guessed that it might have been his first time.
“Sekkusu no tame no ichiman en?” Lara asked him.
He looked up from his drink in surprise, and made a hand gesture as if to say “me?” When Lara smiled and nodded, his eyes lit up and he nodded his head vigorously. Lara took him by the hand and led him towards the private dance booth. Once inside, Lara removed her white crop top and the man shyly handed her his money. Lara pushed him back into one of the chairs and straddled his lap, grinding her hips down against his crotch, while allowing the man to play with her bouncing breasts. After a minute of teasing, Lara unzipped the man’s pants and reached inside. When his erect cock popped into view, Lara stroked it with her hand while continuing to push her breasts into the man’s eager face.
Lara kissed him on the cheek and neck and then slid down his body like a snake, until she was down on her knees in front of him. She moved her lips down towards his cock and swirled her tongue around it, while looking up at him questioningly. When he smiled back at her, Lara took this as a sign that he didn’t mind receiving a blowjob for his money. Lara immediately opened her lips and slid his cock into her mouth. She bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock, taking it deeper with each bob of head, until it was pressing against the back of her throat. The man groaned with pleasure and Lara made a soft gulping sign, as she pushed her mouth down fully on his cock, taking the tip inside her throat.
The young man tightly gripped the arms of the chair, as Lara’s tight throat squeezed around his cock, before releasing it. Lara repeatedly deep throated the man for a full minute, until he was ready to cum. She pushed her mouth all the way down his shaft until her lips were touching his balls. He moaned and ejaculated, sending several spurts of warm cum directly down her throat. Lara sucked him dry and then wiped her lips clean with the back of her hand. The man smiled down at her and actually kissed her on the cheek in thanks, which made her blush. Lara nodded her thanks and watched him leave. Then she put her top back on and walked back into the strip club. After handing over her earnings to the leering bartender, Lara approached her next customer.
“Sekkusu no tame no ichiman en?” Lara asked.
This man was dressed in a suit and aged in his early thirties. He turned to her and nodded, although he didn’t smile. Lara led him through the strip club and into the private dance room, where he seated himself in one of the chairs and waited. Lara held out her hand, waiting for him to handover the money. He handed her 10,000 yen and Lara started her dance, grinding herself against him. She pulled his cock out of his pants and once again attempted another blowjob, but he shook his head and pointed towards her crotch. Lara handed him a condom and waited for him to put it on. She was surprised when instead he put his cock away and pulled out a police radio. He broadcast something in Japanese, and a minute later two uniformed policemen burst into the room.
“Wait! What’s going on?” Lara protested, as she was grabbed and her hands were roughly forced behind her back.
She shivered as she felt a set of cold steel handcuffs lock into place over her wrists. Lara hung her head in shame as she was escorted through the strip club like a common criminal. She saw another four police inside the club, talking to the staff and customers, although she noticed that no one else had been arrested. This must be a raid, she thought. Lara was led out the front door towards a waiting police car. There were several people out on the street, and Lara blushed with embarrassment and tried to hide her face.
They placed her into the backseat of the police car and drove for about 15 minutes, until they arrived at an imposing looking police station. Lara was walked inside like a common criminal and brought into a secure custody area. The policeman behind the counter asked her a question in Japanese, but she shook her head and told him that she didn’t speak Japanese. The man left the room and returned a moment later with a female translator.
“What is your name and nationality?” The translator asked her.
“Lara Croft. I’m a British citizen.” Lara told her.
The woman translated this to the policeman, who asked her another question in Japanese.
“Where is your passport or other identification documents?” The translator asked.
“My passport is in my hotel room.” Lara said. “What am I being charged with?” She asked.
The translator spoke to the policeman.
“You are being charged with prostitution. Would you like us to contact the British consulate, to notify them of the charge and that you have been arrested?” The translator asked.
Lara paled at the thought of the British Consulate being told that she had been arrested for prostitution. The British Foreign Service leaked like a sieve, and there was no way that a juicy piece of gossip like this would remain secret for long. She shuddered as she imagined British tabloid journalists camped out in front of the police station, ready to record her disgrace for posterity. The translator saw her discomfort and spoke with the policeman, before turning to her.
“I can see that you are worried about your countrymen finding out about your… profession. If you would rather keep them out of this, I can tell you that the usual punishment for prostitution is a night in the cells and a fine. If this is your first offence, there would not even be a conviction recorded against your name.” The translator said.
That didn’t sound so bad. “It is my first offence!” Lara said.
The woman spoke to the policeman, who reached under the desk and pulled out a legal document and a pen.
“Sign here.” The translator said.
The document was entirely in Japanese, so she couldn’t read it. She picked up the pen and signed her name on the line indicated. The policeman spoke to the translator again.
“Very good. Soon you will be transferred to a jail cell for the night.” The translator said.
“Wait! I won’t be staying here, at the police station?” Lara asked, confused.
“The police station is very full. Overflow prisoners are housed at the nearest prison.” The translator told her, before leaving the room.
Two uniformed Japanese policemen entered the room and took her, along with a photocopy of the document that she had just signed, out to their waiting police car. They drove for almost 30 minutes until they arrived at an even more imposing concrete jail tower, which reminded Lara of a medieval castle. The police handed Lara over to two waiting prison guards, along with her charge document. Her police issue handcuffs were removed, and a fresh pair of prison issue handcuffs was locked into place behind her back. The guards walked Lara inside the prison, which turned out to be a mazelike warren of long concrete corridors, winding staircases and heavy steel doors.
The guards escorted her with one of them walking in front of her and one walking behind. Lara’s high heels clicked loudly on the hard concrete floors, and she shivered as a draft blew up her skirt. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the guard leering at her naked ass. She blushed with shame and turned back around. When they finally arrived at their destination, the guard used an oversized key to unlock the heavy steel door, which was solid except for a vision slit and lockable feeding slot. Lara turned around and waited for them to unlock her handcuffs, but instead they just shoved her inside the cell and locked the door behind her. Lara heard them talking to each other and laughing as they walked away down the corridor.
Taking a deep breath, Lara turned around and took in her dimly lit surroundings. She had been expecting to see a small holding cell, but instead she found herself in a large room that appeared to be a communal dining area. The room had bare off-white walls and a single long metal table running along its length, with a dozen wooden chairs on each side. The only illumination was from several dim yellow globes hanging from the ceiling every few metres. Lara could see 6 dark, open doorways spaced out evenly along each long wall of the room, with another doorway at the far end that appeared to lead through to a poorly lit toilet and shower block. Lara moved towards the first doorway on her left and peered inside. Inside was a small cell with two flat tatami mat beds set against each wall and a small shelving unit in-between them.
Both beds appeared to be occupied, so Lara moved on to the next doorway. Again, there were people asleep underneath the blankets atop both tatami mats. Lara went from doorway to doorway down the left-hand side of the room, but all the beds appeared to be occupied. The translator clearly hadn’t been joking about overcrowding, Lara thought. So where the hell do I sleep, she wondered? She turned around, intending to check the cells on the other side of the room, and then stopped when she saw a semi-naked figure staring at her. It was only when their eyes met, and an amused smile spread slowly across his lips, that Lara realised what was wrong with what she was seeing: he was male! She was locked in a cell with men!
The guards must have made a mistake, Lara thought in a panic! She rushed back towards the main door of the cell block and shouted as loudly as she could.
“Help! Guards! There’s been a mistake! I shouldn’t be in here! You need to put me with the women!” Lara shouted.
She turned her head and saw that her shouting had woken more prisoners, who peered curiously at her from the darkened doorways of their rooms. Lara looked fearfully at the men. All of them were naked except for their white cotton fundoshi – a traditional Japanese undergarment that was a cross between a loincloth and underpants – and Lara could see that their bodies were covered in colourful traditional Japanese tattoos that marked them as members of the Yakuza. Unarmed, even with the use of her hands, she doubted she would have been able to take them all on; but with her wrists cuffed behind back, she was virtually defenceless.
Hanzo Tanaka rubbed the sleep dust from his eyes and watched the panicked western woman shouting futilely for assistance from the guards. He was tempted to tell her to save her breath, but he would make no move without Shirai’s permission. Tanaka had already cut off two of his fingers as punishment for acting on his own initiative: he would not make that mistake again. Kenichi Shirai was the brother of Shigeharu Shirai, the head of the Yamaguchi Yakuza clan. Outsiders often assumed that the Yakuza were a single homogenous criminal organisation, but there were actually 3 major competing clans, along with a host of minor clans allied to them.
The 74 year old Shirai was currently serving four life sentences and would die in prison. The 26 year old Tanaka was himself serving a 20 year sentence for murder. He grinned at that thought: the police thought he had murdered one man! Little did they know that Tanaka had already notched up 19 kills for his clan, securing his place as a senior and respected figure in the Yakuza, when he was finally released in another 14 years. The young woman in front of them was undeniably beautiful, and from her makeup and clothing, it was obvious that she was a whore. Once a month, Takamoto arranged for a comfort woman to be brought into the prison for their amusement. The prison authorities looked the other way, both because of large bribes paid into their bank accounts, and because keeping the Yakuza men happy led to less fights and escape attempts.
Shirai, the elderly mob boss, was smiling broadly, and Tanaka could see an admirable erection poking out from the front of his fundoshi. Tanaka was impressed that the old man could still get it up, but then he did always have a fondness for large-breasted western women. For his part, Tanaka would have preferred the slim, petite body of a pretty Japanese girl; he didn’t see the attraction of these tall western women with their fat asses and huge cow udders; however, that wouldn’t stop him from enjoying this whore’s charms when his turn came.
Lara turned and kept her back to the heavy steel door. The long dining room was now full of Yakuza prisoners: Lara counted two dozen in total. They were speaking to each other in Japanese, but Lara got the sense that they were waiting for something. Many of them were looking deferentially towards the oldest man in the room – a small, grey-haired man who looked at least seventy. The old man issued a command and half a dozen of the prisoners rushed forward to grab her. Lara knew that her situation was hopeless, but her pride wouldn’t let her go down without a fight.
As the first prisoner reached for her, Lara leaned back against the door and kicked out at him. Her front kick sent him careening backwards into a second man, sending them both sprawling onto the ground. Lara kicked a second prisoner in the groin, and then kneed him hard in the face as he doubled over, but that was a tactical mistake: in moving forward to knee the prisoner, she had stepped away from the door. Another prisoner slipped behind her and held her in a bear hug. Lara slammed her head backwards into his nose, but it was already too late. Two more prisoners grabbed hold of her arms and dragged her along the floor, and then held her on her knees in front of the old man.
She was surprised to see that he was smiling, as were several others amongst the more seasoned Yakuza. It appeared that they found her resistance amusing. The old man issued more commands in Japanese, and Lara felt her skirt and crop top being torn from her body, as she was roughly stripped naked. The old criminal reached forward and groped Lara’s breasts, squeezing and caressing them as though he was assessing the ripeness of a piece of fruit. He issued another command, and Lara was lifted off the ground and laid onto her back on the cold metal table. Lara was forced to painfully arch her back, as her handcuffs dug into her spine; but to the gathered criminals, it looked as though she was invitingly thrusting out her chest and pelvis.
The old man removed his underwear and climbed up onto the table, between her legs. As she felt his cock press against the entrance to her pussy, Lara unconsciously accepted that this was the start of a long gang rape. Her body had become so used to being abused and violated that it immediately adapted to try and avoid injury. Lara felt the embarrassing signs of sexual arousal, as her pussy became wet with excitement and the erogenous zones of her body became hypersensitive. The old man thrust easily inside her slippery pussy, commenting on her apparent arousal to the other prisoners, who chuckled with amusement. Lara blushed with embarrassment, as she realised that her own body was betraying her.
The older Yakuza used her breasts like handles, as he pumped his cock in and out of her wet pussy. In a commendable display of endurance for someone of his advanced years, he managed to last almost 5 minutes before he grunted and Lara felt warm cum spurting against the back of her pussy. He drained his cock inside of her and then stumbled off the table, aided by two of his men, who helped him walk back to his cell. As soon as he left the room, the restraint of the other prisoners evaporated like summer rain, and they swarmed all over hers helpless body in a free-for-all.
Lara’s eyes widened in horror, as she was lifted off the table and passed around the men, while being constantly pinched, groped and slapped. One of the tattooed prisoners forced his cock roughly inside her pussy, while a second moved up behind her and thrust his saliva covered cock inside her ass. Lara grunted with discomfort, as she was sandwiched between the two men. Her discomfort slowly changed into pleasure, as her legs were pulled up off the ground by the man in front of her, so that her entire weight was borne by the two cocks double penetrating her. They manhandled her like a ragdoll, bouncing her up and down on their cocks.
The prisoner fucking her ass came first, filling her bowels with his cum. As soon as he pulled out, he was immediately replaced by another prisoner, who proceeded to thrust balls-deep inside her stretched asshole. Lara shuddered as another hard cock impaled her ass, unable to do much more than helplessly writhe between the two men as they fucked her. Both men came after a couple of minutes of hard thrusting, filling her holes with their cum. They released her and Lara collapsed to her knees. Her face was flushed with both shame and excitement, and she had to squeeze her thighs together to try and stave off the embarrassing orgasm building between her legs.
Rough hands grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back towards the table. She was lifted up into the air, while one of the prisoners lay backwards onto the metal table. They positioned Lara directly above him and then lowered her down until his cock impaled her pussy. A second prisoner climbed onto the table behind her and unceremoniously thrust his cock up her ass. A third Yakuza stood on the table in front of her and forced himself between her red lips, using Lara’s long hair as a handle to bob her unwilling mouth up and down on his cock. Lara gagged audibly as his stiff cock slid along her tongue and started slamming against the back of her throat. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she was completely helpless, as he ruthlessly face-fucked her.
Lara’s eyes misted with tears and saliva drooled down her chin from her stretched lips. She was going to cum! The thought made her feel so dirty and obscene, but she couldn’t help herself. The prison in front of her pushed deeper between her lips, making Lara gag as the tip of his cock stretched open her throat. A moment later, Lara shuddered and orgasmed, moaning loudly around the cock penetrating her mouth. The pleasant vibrations of Lara’s moaning throat made the man in her mouth ejaculate. He spurted his warm cum straight down her throat. When he pulled out, he made a point of rubbing his wet cock and balls against Lara’s beautiful face, causing her makeup to run and making her look even more like a cheap whore. As soon as he pulled out, another prisoner climbed up onto the table and started fucking Lara’s face.
The man fucking her asshole came next, followed by the man between her legs. Each time, they were immediately replaced by a new prisoner. While she was being fucked, other prisoners gathered around her and cruelly slapped her tits and ass, leaving large red marks upon them. Her nipples were pulled away from her body and even bitten. One of the prisoners wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed. Lara’s face turned red as she struggled to breath, but something else happened: the abuse and asphyxiation, coupled with the incredible sensation of the cocks double penetrating her sent her over the edge again. She moaned around the cock in her throat as another powerful orgasm washed over her, much to the delight of the gathered criminals.
They seemed to take this as a sign that Lara liked it rough, and soon every man fucking her also took the opportunity to slap and choke her. After the next three criminals shot their loads inside her pussy, ass and mouth, Lara was lifted off the table again. The man holding her thrust inside her pussy, but then Lara gasped as a second man also tried to use that already occupied hole. Lara was ashamed that her well used pussy easily accommodated both cocks, albeit uncomfortably. She could do nothing but cry out helplessly, as her pussy was cruelly double penetrated. The two men fucked her for a couple of minutes before ejaculating. When they pulled out, their sticky cum leaked from Lara’s now slightly gaping pussy and dribbled down her inner thigh.
Lara was lifted back onto the table and had her pussy impaled on yet another prisoner’s cock, before a second prisoner climbed up behind her and joined him in double penetrating her pussy. Lara trembled as she felt the two cocks stretching open her pussy lips and slamming against her cervix. No, not again, Lara thought, as yet another orgasm built between her legs! Lara cried out, as the prisoner behind her relentlessly slapped her now red buttocks and the prisoner beneath her cruelly twisted and pulled her sensitive nipples. The sensory overload of their abusive behaviour sent her over the edge again, and she found herself obscenely orgasming for a third time.
Lara had never orgasmed repeatedly in such a short space of time. She felt sexually broken, and her body fell limply against the criminal beneath her. Her body was bathed in sweat and her face was blushing bright red, both from pleasure she felt and her shame at getting off on being so rudely treated. After these two prisoners filled her dripping pussy with more sticky cum, she received double vaginal from another pair of prisoners. Then the next pair decided that they wanted to try double anal. Lara felt her hourglass hips being forcefully pulled downwards, as her well-used asshole was stretched open around the cock of the prisoner between her legs. Then a second prisoner climbed up behind her and pressed the tip of his cock against her stretched anus, just above the one already fucking her. Lara moaned softly, as her once tight asshole expanded open to accept the newest intruder.
The two cocks slid into her bowels alongside each other, stretching her asshole wide open. The two criminals brutally double penetrated her ass, further loosening her once-tight asshole with each alternating thrust of their cocks. When they came, Lara shivered as she felt their warm cum spurting deep inside her bowels. They pulled out, and two fresh criminals thrust inside her gaping asshole. Her weakened sphincter easily expanded to accommodate them, and they took up where the last pair left off, brutally double penetrating her ass. A total of eight prisoners ended up double penetrated and ejaculated inside her anus. When they were done, Lara’s gaping asshole would no longer close, and a thin trickle of cum was leaking constantly from it and down the back of her thighs.
Much to her shame, Lara orgasmed for a fourth time during the double anal fucking. Lara was mortified and she could no longer bring herself to make eye contact with any of the men abusing her. The gangbang had been going for well over an hour now, and all of the 24 prisoners in the cell block had now fucked Lara at least once. She hoped that they might leave her alone, but the first prisoners had already recovered their erections and were ready for round two. Lara was dragged backwards along the table by her hair and then flipped over onto her back. She was left lying at the end of the table, with her head dangling upside down off the edge and her back resting painfully on top of her handcuffed wrists.
Tanaka was ready for round two, having already drained his balls inside the western slut’s ass. He walked up to the table and grabbed hold of the woman’s pleading face, before thrusting his cock inside her upside-down mouth. The angle allowed his cock to slide straight down her throat. He grunted as he felt her tight throat expand around the tip of his cock. He looked down, past the whore’s reddening face, to where her slender throat was bulging noticeably outwards around his cock. He pulled backwards, watching the bulge disappear, and then pushed forward again, watching as her throat stretched outwards around his cock. The sight was mesmerising, although the gagging red-faced woman beneath him didn’t seem to appreciate it as much as he did.
Tanaka rammed his cock in and out of her gaping mouth, while one of his fellow Yakuza pounded his cock in and out of the western whore’s pussy, or maybe her asshole – it was hard to tell from this angle. Tanaka groaned, as his balls slapped repeatedly against the whore’s nose. Saliva was spilling down her lips from around his cock and drooling down into her face, making even more of a mess of her streaked makeup. The western whore gagged around the cock stretching her throat, as she struggled to breathe. Tanaka increased the pace of his thrusting, enjoying the pitiful gagging sounds coming from her stretched throat. When he came, he deliberately pulled backwards and shot his load into her mouth. He wanted to make her to taste his cum on her tongue. He shot several spurts of warm cum inside her mouth and then withdrew from her lips. The slut beneath him coughed and spluttered, gasping desperately for breath as excess cum spilled from her lips and dribbled down her nose and forehead.
Lara gagged around yet another cock being roughly thrust down her throat. Her face must be an absolute mess by now, she thought. She could feel her features plastered in a slimy layer of cum and drool. She felt the prisoner between her legs ejaculate inside her pussy and withdraw, only to be replaced by another prisoner, who thrust inside her gaping asshole. Lara’s world became an endless procession of thrusting cocks. Her back ached from the handcuffs pressing against her spine; her neck ached from hanging down from the edge of the table; her throat, pussy and asshole ached from the near constant abuse. Lara was used over and over again, and she started to sob as yet another painfully intense orgasm rippled through her body.
The men formed two orderly lines and fucked her from both ends, two at a time. After the third pair of prisoners had fucked her in this manner, she was pulled off the table and forced to straddle yet another cock. While this prisoner impaled her pussy, a second thrust into her asshole and a third rammed in-between her lips. The cruel prisoners resumed fucking all of her holes, three at a time, all the while pinching, spanking, groping and choking her. At some point, their abuse started to feel good. She didn’t understand how it could be possible. They were treating her in the most brutal and humiliating way imaginable, but her body started to enjoy their abuse.
Lara’s face flushed as a warm tingling built between her legs. This can’t be happening, she thought, as yet another orgasm built inside of her. I can’t actually be enjoying this! But she was! It felt so wrong. She was a strong, independent woman – a feminist icon – and here she was, being manhandled and loving it. The cruel pulling and twisting of her nipples started to feel good; the repeated slaps against her buttocks started to feel good; even the repeated choking started to feel good. Lara moaned wantonly, as she started willingly humping her crotch up and down against the cocks impaling her. At the same time, she actually leaned into the man fucking her face, pushing his cock deeper down her throat.
The prisoners fucking her immediately noticed the change in her behaviour, and were only too happy to let Lara do all the work. By the time they had shot their loads and been replaced by the next three prisoners, Lara was willingly fucking the prisoners gang raping her. She indecently bobbed her mouth up and down on the cock between her lips, taking it balls deep, whilst swirling her tongue against the shaft. She twerked her pussy up and down on the cock between her legs, while pushing backwards against the cock impaling her asshole, trying to deepen the penetration. She felt so dirty and slutty, but the feeling of the two cocks sliding against each other inside of her was too good to resist. She orgasmed hard against their cocks, and then again when the next three men fucked her.
By the time the prisoners had finished their third round fucking her, Lara was a quivering mess. All of her holes were dripping with gooey cum, which dribbled down her legs and pooled on the table beneath her. Her beautiful face was streaked with smudged makeup and cum, her naked body was covered in red marks and her long hair was a tangled and matted mess. Lara’s miniskirt and crop top were left in tattered shreds and no longer wearable. With no other clothes to wear, Lara was forced to sleep in a naked, shivering ball on the cold concrete floor. The cruel prisoners didn’t even let her wash herself, and she knew that she must look and smell revolting.
Early the next morning, the cell door opened and two new prison guards entered. They laughed when they saw Lara’s bedraggled and roughly used condition. Lara blushed as she was led barefoot and naked down the long prison corridors. On the way out, her handcuffs were removed and she was given a humiliating disposable jumpsuit to wear. Then she was unceremoniously booted out of the main entrance of the prison, out into the public carpark. Lara felt extremely self-conscious, covered as she was in a stinking layer of cum and wearing only a thin prison jumpsuit and no underwear.
To her surprise, there was no police car waiting for her. Lara stretched out her uncomfortably cramped shoulders and back, and then rubbed her sore wrists. Then she spotted Takamoto’s black Mercedes Benz S-Class sedan, waiting for her across the car park. Still mortified that someone might recognise her, Lara hurried over to the large black sedan and climbed into the backseat. When she climbed inside, she was surprised to find that it was not Takamoto sitting next to her, but Jacqueline Natla. Lara suddenly became very worried. Had she screwed up somehow? She had done everything that Natla had asked! Why was Natla here, she wondered?
“There’s been a change of plans. It seems that your friend Takamoto has been trying to sell me an elaborate counterfeit. The Ruby Skull in his possession is a fake.” Natla said.
Lara wasn’t surprised. Takamoto was one of the least trustworthy individuals Lara had ever dealt with, and that was saying something. However, that led to a rather unpleasant realisation.
“So, everything I just went through was for nothing!” Lara said bitterly.
Natla actually smiled at her then, not a cruel smile but a warm, friendly one that caught Lara completely off-guard.
“Not for nothing: you demonstrated your commitment and loyalty to me – both traits that I find highly valuable. If you keep this up, then who knows? In a few years, I might arrange that Honorary Doctorate for you, and get you that lecturing position at Oxford University that you’ve always wanted.” Natla said.
Lara felt like she was betraying her principles, selling out like this to her enemy; but Natla was offering to give her everything she’d ever wanted. In that moment, Lara truly realised that Natla had won; there would be no last minute victory this time around; all she could do was accept her defeat, and try to make the best of her new life.
“Thank you.” Lara said gratefully.
“It wouldn’t be for many years, and you’d still be working for me on the side.” Natla said.
“I understand.” Lara answered, happy that she now had something positive to work towards.
The black Mercedes Benz drove out of the prison carpark and onto the motorway.
“What happens now?” Lara asked.
“We’re heading to a local safe house, where you’ll be able to wash and change. I have three teams of mercenaries inbound from the United States and Europe, arriving in the next 6 hours. Then I will teach Shogo Takamoto the depth of his mistake.” Natla said menacingly.
“What about the other Yakuza? They might not like it if you just walk in and execute one of them.” Lara said.
Natla shook her head. “I’ve already made representations to the heads of each of the largest Yakuza clans. They view this as a private matter between Takamoto and myself; they won’t interfere.” Natla explained.
Lara nodded, and then asked. “Will Terry be coming?”
Natla smiled. “Yes, and I hear he’s been bragging to all of the other mercenaries about your little gangbang in South America. I think they’ll all want to fuck you after this current mission is over! What do you think about that?” Natla asked.
“I’ll do whatever your require of me.” Lara answered neutrally, blushing terribly as she desperately tried to hide her excitement at the prospect.

THE END…

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