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Tomb Raider: Natla’s Revenge.	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 77477 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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After the egregious events inside Mary’s stables, Lara was allowed to wash herself using one of the horse cleaning stalls – that bitch Mary refused to even let her use the jockey showers. Without access to shampoo or soap, Lara washed the sticky horse cum from her body as best she could and then dried herself off using a discarded horse blanket. At least she was allowed to dress in her t-shirt and jeans afterwards. Now she sat in the backseat of Jacqueline Natla’s expensive black Rolls Royce limousine, feeling absolutely miserable.
Beside her in the backseat of the limousine was her nemesis, Jaqueline Natla, dressed in one of her usual dark grey business suits. Mary and Sybil had seen them off with broad grins on their faces, as if they were privy to some secret that Lara wasn’t. Lara didn’t think too much about it. After all, how could it be any worse than what had already happened to her? Her entire fortune had been stolen from her, and she’d been forced to sign away her title and her vast estate to her enemies. Not only was she destitute, but Natla still had enough blackmail material to send her to prison for the rest of her life. Her life had been ruined and now she was completely at the mercy of her arch nemesis.
“Shall we discuss what happens next?” Natla asked conversationally.
“You’ve already stolen my inheritance, my home and my title! What more can you do to me that you haven’t already done?” Lara shouted angrily.
“I’d watch your tone, if I were you, Lara. I can still make your life worse: I could, for example, sell you to a brothel in AIDS-infested sub-Saharan Africa.” Natla threatened.
Lara’s defiance crumbled and her eyes started to mist with tears.
“You’ve already taken everything I have! Couldn’t you just let me go?” Lara pleaded.
“I’m afraid not, Lara. You’ve caused me far too much trouble over the years for me to just let you go that easily. But I have decided to be generous and rip up the paperwork that you signed this afternoon in front of the judge. Sarah’s become more troublesome than I anticipated and I need her out of the picture. It’ll be as if your marriage to Sarah, your power of attorney and your change of name never happened.” Natla explained.
Lara feared that this might still be some kind of trick, just to get her hopes up, but Natla just took her silence as a sign to continue.
“But that still leaves the question of what to do with you. Sybil wants to strip you of your title and estate and then put you to work as a camgirl,” Natla said. “I must admit, I do find the thought of a high-born former Countess working as a pornstar very entertaining, as I’m sure the newspapers and television stations would as well; but I’ve decided to have you work for Mary instead.” Natla said.
“I don’t understand. If I’m to keep my estate and title, then how could I possibly work as Mary’s maid?” Lara asked.
Back in the stables, Mary had gleefully gloated about Lara becoming a penniless commoner, and how she would need to earn a living doing jobs more suited to her diminished social status. Mary had gone on to say that she wanted to employ Lara as a lowly maid, cooking and cleaning in exchange for room and board. She had no doubt that Mary would treat her like a virtual slave and take every opportunity to humiliate her in front of her former friends and acquaintances. Lara had gone to school with both Mary Bucksomby and Sybil Marlow, and it had shocked her to learn how much both women secretly hated and resented her: Sybil was jealous of Lara’s name and title, which even her father’s immense wealth couldn’t buy for her; and Mary was jealous of Lara’s fame and beauty, and resented Lara for upstaging her at social events.
“That was just for Sybil’s benefit: she still thinks that she’s going to be the next Countess of Abingdon. I guess she’s going to be disappointed.” Natla said.
Lara didn’t find Natla’s explanation very reassuring, since she doubted that whatever Mary had planned for her would be any less cruel and humiliating than what Sybil had wanted to inflict upon her.
“Mary has some different work in mind for you, but before we get into that, there are some other items that I need to go over with you. Firstly, I want Zip and Alistair to come and work for me. I’ve already promised them both substantial increases in salary, but they’re still refusing my offer of employment out of some misguided sense of loyalty to you. I want you to convince them.” Natla said.
Lara nodded her head. Given all of the depraved sexual acts she’d performed with Zip and Alistair, she doubted that she’d ever feel comfortable in their company again anyway.
“And second, I want all of your research. I know that you and your father both kept detailed journals of your research and discoveries. I want it all.” Natla said.
Lara frowned. Those journals were filled with hard-won secrets and would likely shave years off of Natla’s own archaeological research – especially with talented people like Alistair and Zip working for her.
“Fine!” Lara answered grudgingly, realising that she didn’t really have any choice but to agree to Natla’s demands.
Natla smiled broadly. “And that brings us to the work you’ll be doing for Mary. She really is quite vindictive, your friend: she actually told me that she didn’t want you stripped of your estate and title, because she didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for you; and she worried that forcing you to become her maid would make her look like the bad guy in this story, so she has something better in mind for you.” Natla said.
Natla paused for effect. Lara knew that the older woman was deliberately drawing things out to tease and discomfort her, but it was working. As much as Lara dreaded to learn her fate, all of this waiting was making her even more anxious.
“Tell me, have you ever heard of Lady Godiva?” Natla asked.
Lara certainly had. Lady Godiva was an eleventh century Anglo-Saxon noblewoman famed throughout the land for her astonishing beauty. Legend had it that she had ridden through the streets of Coventry naked to protest the oppressive taxes that her husband, the Earl of Mercia, had levied upon his people.
“She wants me to ride around naked on horseback?” Lara asked.
It would definitely be embarrassing, but compared to what Sybil wanted to do to her, this was almost inconsequential. However, the amused smile that crept across Natla’s handsome face told Lara that there was more to this story.
“What’s not in the history books is that Lady Godiva was actually the daughter of the Earl’s greatest rival. She was given to him in marriage to seal a peace treaty between the two warring kingdoms. However, after he married his rival’s daughter, the Earl of Mercia forced her to become his personal prostitute. On her wedding night, he threw her to his men-at-arms to break her spirit. Then he whored her out to all of the neighbouring nobles as an inducement to enter into an alliance with him. Then, when Lady Godiva’s father came to visit, her husband forced her to ride through the town naked, as a way to humiliate him.”
Lara’s face went pale.
“You want me…” Lara said, her voice trailing off at the enormity of what Natla was suggesting.
“Yes. Mary wants to turn you into her personal prostitute. She plans to sell your services to anyone rich enough to afford you, including a great many of your high-society friends and acquaintances. I’ve agreed to use my contacts to ensure that nothing leaks in the press, since wealthy people value discretion and any publicity might scare away your potential customers.” Natla said.
Lara was speechless. She’d heard rumours about B-list celebrities, down on their luck, turning to prostitution to maintain their lavish lifestyles. She and her friends had always spoken of them with ridicule and scorn; but now she was about to become just like them, and the ridicule and scorn of her former friends would be directed towards her. She called them former friends because she was certain that most of them would disown her, once news her indecent activities became common knowledge. Lara felt feint. Losing her reputation was almost worse than losing her money and title – almost.
“How… how long would I have to…” Lara asked, struggling to speak as the enormity of her defeat threatened to overwhelm her.
“I think 9 years should be long enough for you to learn your lesson. By then you’ll be 35 and approaching the end of your use-by date as a sex worker.” Natla explained.
Lara sat in stunned silence for the rest of the journey, contemplating the obscene fate that awaited her. Natla dropped her off at the front entrance to her grand Manor House and told her that Mary would be arriving shortly with more detailed instructions. Then she drove away. Lara stood outside Croft Manor in stunned shock, before finally walking up to the front door and ringing the doorbell.
Winston answered the door and let her inside. Judging by the broad grin on his face, he was already aware of Natla’s plans for her.   Lara went to find Zip and Alistair and explained the situation to them. Both of them claimed to be reluctant to go and work for Natla, but the speed with which they agreed made Lara wonder whether their reticence was just an act for her benefit. After all, both men stood to earn for more money working for Natla than her, and Natla would give them access to resources that Lara could only dream of.
Lara heard the front doorbell ring and realised that Mary must have arrived. With a determined scowl, she made her way downstairs to the main hall. She needn’t have bothered, as Mary was already walking up the grand staircase towards her, acting as if she owned the place.
“Show me to your bedroom.” Mary ordered, as if Lara was her subordinate.
Lara gritted her teeth and led her rival upstairs to her bedroom. Mary started going through Lara’s wardrobe, while giving Winston instructions.
“All of these tacky French maid outfits need to go.” Mary told him.
Mary walked along the racks to where Sarah’s expensive dresses were hanging.
“These don’t look like your size.” Mary commented, as she rifled through the clothes.
“They’re Sarah’s.” Lara answered.
“Where are your clothes?” Mary asked.
“Sarah had them put into storage while I worked as her maid.” Lara answered, blushing.
Mary grinned. “Well, your days of being a maid are over. Winston, I want all of Lara’s expensive clothes taken out of storage and returned to her wardrobe. She’s going to need them.” Mary said.
“What about Sarah’s clothes?” Winston asked.
“Pack them up and have them delivered to my estate. I think we’re about the same size and Sarah certainly doesn’t need them anymore.” Mary said.
The certainly with which Mary said that made Lara worry about the fate of her former maid, but she kept those concerns to herself. What did anger her were the liberties that Mary was taking with her property. Sarah’s expensive wardrobe had been paid for with Lara’s money, and now Mary was just helping herself. It made Lara worry that over time Mary would rob her blind, regardless of Natla’s assurances that she could retain her fortune. Mary sat down on the bed and gestured for Lara to sit down beside her.
“I know you think I’m going to turn you into a lowly prostitute, but quite the opposite is true, I assure you. I intend to turn you into a modern day courtesan, catering exclusively to high society. These are people who can afford to pay any beautiful young woman they want to have sex with them, but you are going to offer them something more: companionship. As an aristocrat yourself, you know how to speak and behave in high society. You can accompany them to parties without embarrassing them, and you’ll be able to speak with them on their level. Think of it as first-class girlfriend experience.” Mary explained.
Winston unsuccessfully supressed a laugh; Mary turned to him, annoyed that her speech had been interrupted.
“Our prospective clients are men of culture and refinement, and won’t want to share their toys with the lower orders. That means that Lara is now off limits to the hired help, and that includes you.” Mary said.
“Natla didn’t say anything about that!” Winston argued.
“I think you’ll find that I have full discretion where Lara is concerned, but I’m prepared to be generous and give you 10 percent of Lara’s earnings, in return for your continued service and dropping her off at her dates.” Mary said.
“And how much is that?” Winston asked.
“The base rate I’ll be charging for a date with Lara will be 15,000 pounds.” Mary said. “I think we can agree that 1,500 pounds a day is more than enough to pay for all local prostitutes you could want.”
Mary turned to Lara. “Your first date will be this Saturday night, at the Season Premier of the Royal Opera. After the opera, you’ll be spending the night at his hotel room. I think price lists are incredibly tacky, so the 15,000 pounds he’s paying will include vaginal, oral and anal sex. We only charge more if they want to include additional people.” Mary said.
Lara couldn’t believe how casually Mary was discussing pimping her out against her will. The woman was clearly a sociopath, she thought.
“I’ve seen your clothes and jewellery and most of that will do for now, but you’ll need to get some new outfits and lingerie – make sure they’re sexy, but nothing cheap or tacky. I want your brand to say sexy, classy and exclusive.” Mary explained. “Oh, and that reminds me. In order to cover your expenses, I’m going to let you keep 10 percent of your earnings.”
Lara was appalled. Mary would be enriching herself by pimping Lara out like a whore. She was being turned into little more than a cash cow for her rival.
“Who will my first date be?” Lara asked, still too shocked to even argue.
Mary smiled in a way that was not at all reassuring. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.” She said, before issuing more instructions to Winston.

SEVERAL DAYS LATER…
The next few days felt strange for Lara. Winston left her alone, as per Mary’s instructions, and Zip and Alistair were in the process of moving out, which meant that she was alone for most of the time. After so many weeks and months of having every aspect of her life micromanaged by Natla and Sarah, having so much free time on her hands left Lara feeling restless and anxious. She threw herself into her morning workouts, and took great pleasure from throwing out all of the humiliating French maids outfits that Sarah had bought for her to wear. Back in her own clothes, Lara started feeling more like her old self again.
She did take the opportunity to change all of her internet banking passwords and report all of her credit cards stolen. She doubted that these actions would be enough to keep her money safe from Natla, but at least it would stop Sarah or Mary from accessing her accounts. She tried not to think about her first date as a courtesan, but it weighted heavily on her mind. Who would it be? Would she know them? At a high society event like a Royal Opera Premier, she was certain to run into people she knew. What would she tell them? Lara felt butterflies in her stomach just thinking about it. When the big day finally arrived, Lara exercised hard all morning to take her mind off what she would be doing that evening. Then it was time for her to shower and get dressed.
Lara styled her hair and applied her makeup. She had selected a sexy but tasteful strapless sweetheart cocktail dress for the occasion. The black dress was one of her favourites. The top portion of the dress resembled a fitted corset, which zipped-up tight at the back, cinching in her already tiny waist, while also pushing her large breasts up and together. The sweetheart neckline – named as such because it looked like the top of a love heart – followed the curved contours of her breasts. Being strapless, the black dress left her naked shoulders exposed and drew the eyes downwards towards the deep-V of her ample cleavage, but it covered enough skin to be sexy without being slutty.
Below the tiny cinched-in waist, the dress flared outwards in a frilly A-line that ended several inches above her knees. The high cut dress, coupled with her 5 inch black high heels, accentuated her long sexy legs and drew the eyes upwards towards her shapely buttocks. When she walked, the frilly hem of the dress would bounce upwards – not enough to expose her panties, but high enough to keep the interest of anyone watching. Lara finished off the dress with a pearl choker necklace and a matching set of pearl earrings. Inspecting herself in the mirror, Lara looked every inch the high-class English Countess. It was a shame that this was to mark her first night working as Mary’s whore, she thought bitterly.
“Are you ready, Lady Croft?” Winston asked through the locked bedroom door.
The way he said the word ‘Lady’ strongly implied that he thought she was anything but.
“Yes. Go fetch the car and I’ll meet you out the front.” Lara said, giving him orders to re-establish her position as his superior.
She selected a suitable handbag to match her outfit and then walked downstairs to the front door. Winston was waiting for her outside, in the driver’s seat of her blue Bentleigh sedan. Lara sat in the backseat and they drove off down the long driveway that led from Croft Manor. As they drove past the manicured woodlands and gardens of her extensive estate, Lara was reminded of why she had agreed to do this. She had to safeguard her family’s inheritance for posterity. Nothing mattered more than that. They drove most of the way to London in silence. At one point, Winston tried to engage her in conversation, but his tone was mocking and judgemental, so Lara asked him to be quiet. She didn’t like the person that Winston had become, since Natla had fed him her mind-altering drugs.
It was just after 8pm when they arrived outside the Royal Opera House. Winston pulled up outside the main entrance and walked around to open Lara’s door. Lara had no doubt that he was doing so more to uphold his sterling reputation for faultless service than as a courtesy to her. Lara didn’t bother to thank him and strode up to the entrance. As a member of high society, Lara was already on the guest list and so didn’t need the name of her date to gain admittance. She walked past several people she knew – older men wearing expensive tuxedos and their wives wearing similarly expensive evening gowns. Lara greeted them and made polite small talk, while they waited in line to be admitted.
“Why, Lady Croft, you look truly ravishing this evening.” A smooth male voice said from behind her.
Lara turned around and rolled her eyes. Of all the people she did not want to run into while prostituting herself, Pierce Bosworth was probably the worst. Pierce Bosworth was the owner of a large number of tawdry tabloid magazines and gossip websites. In the last few years, his business empire had expanded to include several online gambling websites as well, and rumour had it that he was now worth several billion pounds. Lara hated him. His clickbait websites and newspapers were constantly publishing fake articles about her: from rumours of plastic surgery and drug use, to stories about illicit affairs and secret orgies.
Pierce was dressed in an immaculately tailored black tuxedo, complete with white formal shirt and black bowtie. Aged in his early 40’s, he had a reputation as a womanizer, and always seemed to have a pretty young gold-digger on his arm. Rumour had it that he never kept them around for more than a few weeks, before tossing them to the curb for a younger model. It wouldn’t have surprised her, since the man was a pig. Nonetheless, she had to admit that he did look handsome in a tuxedo. Pierce was 6 feet tall, with an athletic build and a handsome clean-shaven face. He grinned at Lara as he walked over to her.
“Pierce. I’m surprised to find you at a sophisticated cultural event like this. It hardly seems like your cup-of-tea.” Lara said cattily.
“I’m a man of many tastes.” Pierce said, taking her hand and bringing it up to his lips. “And many talents.” He said as he kissed her fingers.
Lara blushed and snatched her hand away. “You are incorrigible!” she said in a low voice, trying not to make a scene, as she could see several people nearby looking her direction and taking an interest in their conversation.
“I love your dress, by the way. It really highlights the perfect shape of your… shoulders.” Pierce said, although the way his eyes kept looking down at her cleavage told Lara that it wasn’t her shoulders he was complimenting.
Lara finally reached the front of the line and walked past the doorman into the crowded lobby. Pierce hurriedly gave his own name to the doorman and rushed in after her. The interior of the lobby was packed with the who’s who of British upper society –Lords, Ladies, wealthy businessmen, influential politicians and their wives – all talking and laughing with one another. As she entered, she felt the attention of the crowd shift in her direction and the volume of their chatting diminished subtly, which indicated that they were now talking about her.
Lara was used to being the centre of attention. After all, she ticked all of the boxes that made a woman popular amongst this sort of crowd: she was beautiful, she was famous, she was wealthy and she was a Countess. Lara couldn’t help but smile, as she took in the sea of expensive tailored suits and designer gowns. The preening women all tried to outdo each other with their expensive outfits and jewellery; while the men competed with each other with their expensive watches and even more expensive mistresses.
Of course, none of the married men would openly acknowledge the status of their mistresses, instead introducing them as their niece or cousin. No one was fooled, of course, but no one pointed out the obvious lie publicly – that would have been impolite. No, high society preferred to feign ignorance and then spread salacious gossip behind the person’s back. As far as Lara was concerned, the only redeeming quality that the two-faced members of her social class had was that they never shared their gossip with the lower orders; since they believed that any scandals involving one of their number would reflect badly upon the ruling class as a whole. Even if they routinely badmouthed and backstabbed each other, when it came to the peasants, they always presented a united front.
Lara felt a presence by her shoulder and scowled when she saw that Pierce had followed her into the foyer. He just wouldn’t take the hint to leave her alone.
“Are you here with anyone?” He asked.
Lara gave him an incredulous look.
“Are you seriously trying to pick me up, after all of the horrible things you’ve printed about me?” Lara asked.
“That was just business, Lara. We mustn’t let a little thing like that come between us.”
“There is no us!” Lara asserted forcefully.
“That’s a shame. In that dress, you look like 15,000 pounds.” Pierce said.
Lara froze. The normal saying was you look like a million pounds. Why would he say that number? Unless…
“No!” Lara exclaimed softly.
“Oh yes. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.” Pierce said smugly.
“But how?” Lara asked.
“Your friend Mary Bucksomby contacted me.” Pierce said.
Lara’s knees went weak and she took a seat at the bar. Pierce sat down on the stool next to her.
“Please, you can’t publish anything about this. It would ruin me!” Lara pleaded.
Pierce held up his hand. “Lara, Lara, there’s no need to worry. I have no intention of betraying your secret. In fact, I’m not going to be publishing anything about you from now on – since I’m going to be one of your regulars.” Pierce said.
“Regulars?” Lara asked, fearing she knew exactly what he meant.
“Yes, Mary has promised me every Friday night, so we’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other from now on. Isn’t that wonderful news?” Pierce said.
Before Lara could answer, the head usher entered the foyer and announced that the patrons were ready to be seated.
“Shall we?” Pierce asked, pointing the way up the stairs towards his private box.
Lara felt Pierce’s hand on the small of her back, as he escorted her up the wide red-carpeted staircase. His hand soon strayed down onto her round buttocks. Lara slapped it away furiously and kept walking gracefully up the stairs. Pierce’s hand returned to her lower back and guided her into one of the expensive private boxes. Once he and Lara were seated, he slid his hand along her naked thigh.
“Will you behave yourself!” Lara admonished him sternly.
Pierce grinned. “You can hardly blame me, Lara. You look simply ravishing!” Pierce said, draping his arm across the back of her chair.
The lights dimmed and the show began. Lara spent the next hour vainly fending off the questing hands of Pierce Bosworth. The man was like an octopus: his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. She slapped away a hand from her knee, only to feel another hand encircling her breast through her dress. She pushed away the hand on her breast, only for another hand to slide down the back of her seat and cup her ass. Lara resisted his advances as best she could, but she was powerless to do so more forcefully, as that would have drawn even more attention to herself.
When the intermission finally arrived, Lara excused herself and rushed towards the ladies toilets. Lara looked flustered and was blushing heavily, and she could feel the other patrons staring at her as she rushed past. Once inside the ladies toilets, she entered the nearest stall and shut the door behind her. As she sat on the toilet seat, trying desperately to regain her composure, she heard the door swing open and the loud chatter of other ladies entering the room. Mostly they chatted about the show, but then Lara’s ears pricked up when she heard their conversation turn to her.
“Did you see Pierce Bosworth with Lara Croft? I thought she hated him?” One lady said.
“Not any more, judging by how close they were. His hands were all over her like a cheap suit!” Another lady said.
“I heard from Mary Bucksomby that Lara’s been having financial troubles. Maybe he’s her new sugar-daddy!” Another lady suggested.
They all burst out laughing, which made Lara’s cheeks turn red with embarrassment. Their gossiping soon switched to other targets, before fading into the distance as they left the toilet. Lara waited in silence for another minute, making sure that the room was empty, before gingerly emerging from her toilet stall. The toilet door swung open again and another group of ladies entered. Their conversation died as soon as they saw her. Lara smiled politely as she walked past them, out into the hallway.
Outside in the wide hallway, she could see groups of men and women standing in tight circles and speaking in hushed tones. Some of them stared at her as she walked past them, while other were unsubtlety averting their eyes to try and disguise their interest; but the biggest giveaway that they were gossiping about her was the way they fell awkwardly silent as she walked past, only to resume their conversations when she moved on. Lara tried to hide her embarrassment, but she could feel her face growing flushed. She walked past them to the upstairs bar and ordered a cocktail to settle her nerves.
As Lara drank down a colourful green cocktail of whisky and crème de menthe, she glanced around the room. There were about 50 ladies and gentlemen present, drinking and talking. Much to her annoyance, she saw Pierce Bosworth enter the room. She thought about trying to lose herself amongst the crowd, but then he spotted her and walked over.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Pierce said with a grin.
“I needed a drink.” Lara answered lamely.
“You should have just asked – I would’ve had one delivered to the box.” Pierce answered.
Pierce caught the bartender’s attention and ordered himself a scotch whisky.
“Lara! We thought it was you!” A familiar voice said from behind her.
Lara turned around and saw the smiling face of Lord Hammersley, an old friend of her father’s, who shared her father’s love of archaeology. Lara had fond memories of playing hide-and-seek in Lord Hammersley’s castle back when she was only 8 or 9 years old. With him was his wife, Lady Hammersley, who acknowledged Lara with a polite nod. Lady Hammersley was a very traditional woman and made no secret of her disapproval of Lara’s unmarried status and unladylike lifestyle.
“What are you doing with this scoundrel?” Lord Hammersley asked, smiling as she shook Pierce’s hand.
“You two know each other?” Lara asked in surprise.
“Pierce and I play poker at the club every Saturday night.” Lord Hammersley said.
“And how are you doing, Lara?” Lady Hammersley interrupted.
“I’m doing well, thank you.” Lara answered.
“It’s good to see you finally dating someone from your own social circle. I know it can seem romantic to date handsome working-class boys, but there’s no future in it. You have a duty to marry amongst your own class and produce a suitable heir.” Lady Hammersley said.
Lara’s jaw dropped in outrage at the temerity of Lady Hammersley’s comment, but Lord Hammersley interrupted before she could reply.
“And how long have the two of you been dating?” Lord Hammersley asked.
“Oh, we’re not dating…” Lara said.
“I know you kids probably call it something different these days.” Lord Hammersley said.
Pierce smiled with genuine humour, making it clear that he had no intention of setting the record straight.
“No! We’re just friends!” Lara lied.
“I understand.” Lord Hammersley said, winking. “My wife and I were ‘just friends’ before we got engaged.”
“Control yourself, Herbert!” Lady Hammersley scolded him.
Lord Hammersley’s smile faded.
“I must apologise for my beloved wife. She was a lot more fun when we were younger – before she turned into a loveless harridan.” Lord Hammersley said with venom.
Thankfully, their domestic spat was interrupted by the lights flashing off and on again, indicating that the intermission was over and the patrons should return to their seats. Both couples said their goodbyes and then Pierce and Lara returned to their box. As soon as Lara resumed her seat, Pierce’s hands were all over her.
“I want you!” Pierce said, sliding his hand up between Lara’s thighs.
“Not in public!” Lara insisted, squirming in her seat as Pierce’s hand slid under the hem of her dress.
“We’re in a private box and the lights are out.” Pierce countered, kissing her neck and wrapping his other arm around her shoulders. “No one will see.”
“What are you doing?” Lara protested, as Pierce’s fingers reached the waistband of her panties and started pulling them down.
“I’m going to bend you over this balcony railing and fuck you right here and now!” Pierce said.
“But anyone could look up and see us!” Lara said, as Pierce pulled her panties halfway down her backside.
“I know! Exhilarating, isn’t it!” Pierce said, undeterred by Lara’s resistance.
“Wait!” Lara said, thinking as quickly as she could. “I’ll… I’ll give you a blowjob instead. But then you have to promise to behave until we get back to your place!”
“You have my word as a gentleman.” Pierce said smugly, before unzipping the fly on his tuxedo pants.
Lara looked around the darkened opera hall fearfully. The audience beneath them were all staring intently at the performers on the brightly lit stage, and it was unlikely that any of them would be able to see into their box, even if they decided to look up. The private boxes surrounding them were a different matter: they were all at eye level with Lara’s own box, and Lara could see several ladies and gentlemen staring in her direction. She blushed with embarrassment as she realised that they must have seen how handsy Pierce had been with her during the first half of the opera, and they were probably waiting to see what else he might do.
“Wait here.” Lara said, as she made a show of walking towards the door of their box and opening it.
She stepped through and checked the corridor to make sure that she was alone. Then she got down on her hands and knees and crawled back through the door, closing it shut behind her. Pierce looked back in confusion as Lara crawled across the soft carpeted floor to where he was sitting.
“Eyes front! I don’t want anyone to know I’m down here!” Lara said grumpily.
Pierce grinned and turned his head back to the front. Lara crawled on her hands and knees, keeping her head below the low balcony, until she made it to the front of Pierce’s seat. Without another word, Lara placed her hands on Pierce’s knees and leaned forward to take his cock inside her mouth. Lara didn’t bother with any foreplay – she wanted to get this humiliating affair over with as quickly as possible. Lara slid her red lips all the way down Pierce’s stiff shaft until she reached his balls. She felt her throat expand around the tip of his cock, as she deep-throated him like a pro.
“Oh my God!” Pierce exclaimed in delight.
“Quiet!” Lara chastised him, before plunging forward again.
Pierce moaned in ecstasy, as Lara repeatedly deep-throated his cock. She slid her wet tongue along the underside of his cock and swirled her tongue around the tip, at the top of each bobbing motion of her head. Pierce’s cock was now slick with her saliva, and Lara used her free hand to massage his balls, while she slid his cock in and out of her tight throat. All the while, she silently prayed that no-one in the upper boxes could see her head bobbing up and down over Pierce’s crotch.
She started to become anxious when after almost 10 minutes, he still hadn’t cum yet. She kept glancing nervously towards the door, as she employed every trick she knew to make her date cum. She slid her wet lips all the way down his shaft until her nose was buried in his wiry pubic hair. As her throat stretched outwards around the tip of his cock, Lara stuck out her tongue and began licking his balls. Pierce’s moans grew louder and his breathing became more ragged. Lara pulled her mouth off his cock and then plunged forward again. Her throat made a soft gulping noise as it stretched open around his cockhead.
Lara deep-throated him again and again. She twisted her head from side to side as she did so, to increase the sensations that her mouth created as it slid up and down his cock. Pierce finally succumbed to her oral sex skills and started to ejaculate down her throat. The first few spurts jetted straight down her throat and into her stomach. Lara pulled back until his cock head was resting on top of her tongue, and started jerking off his shaft with one hand, while continuing to massage his balls with the other. She didn’t want to risk his cum leaking down onto her dress or ruining her makeup, so she diligently milked his cock into her mouth, swallowing his sperm without complaint.
Just when she was starting to believe that she had gotten away with giving Pierce Bosworth a blowjob in the middle of a crowded opera theatre, the door to their private booth suddenly swung open. Lara instinctively pulled her mouth off of Pierce’s cock, leaving a long string of cum and saliva drooping down from her open lips.
“I’m… ah… terribly sorry! I appear to have walked into the wrong box.” The older man said lamely, blushing with embarrassment.
The man’s two young daughters, who couldn’t have been older than 17 or 18, were both gawking at her with a mixture of shock and delight.
“Oh my God! You’re Lara Croft!” One of the man’s excited daughters exclaimed.
“This isn’t what it looks like.” Lara said lamely, as she wiped a dribble of cum from her lips and Pierce zipped-up his trousers.
“It’s none of our business! Please excuse us!” The embarrassed older gentleman said, as he ushered his daughters back out of the doorway and then shut it behind him.
“Oh my God! I can’t wait to tell all of my friends about this!” She heard one of the girls say on the other side of the door.
Lara felt nauseated. Even now, she imagined the man’s daughters would be texting their friends with their exciting gossip. Within hours, it would be all over town, and Lara’s reputation would take another hit.
“Take me home.” Lara said suddenly.
She didn’t want to be here when the opera ended. She didn’t want to have to endure the judgemental comments and looks of the other patrons, as they spilled out into the foyer.
“But the show isn’t finished!” Pierce protested.
Lara leaned into him so her hot breath made the hairs on his neck stand up.
“Take me home right now and I’ll fuck your brains out!” Lara whispered wantonly into his ear.
Pierce’s eyes widened in surprise; he clearly hadn’t expected such indecent language from someone as refined and high-born as a Countess. Nevertheless, he still tried to argue the point.
“But I wanted to show you off! I’ve made us dinner reservations!” Pierce said.
“I’ll let you put it anywhere…” Lara whispered.
Pierce’s jaw dropped and then he licked his lips. It took him only a second to arrive at a decision. He immediately took Lara by the hand and walked her briskly out of the box and towards the nearest exit. There was already a long line of taxis waiting to pick-up patrons as soon as the opera ended. Pierce hailed the first one and opened the rear door so that he and Lara could climb inside. He told the taxi driver their destination and then turned to Lara.
“Not until we get to your place!” Lara said firmly, easily reading his intention to make out in the back of the taxi.
After a short 10 minute taxi ride, they arrived at an exclusive central London hotel. Lara had been expecting Pierce to take her back to his penthouse, but he clearly had other plans. As their taxi pulled up in front of the hotel’s main entrance, a smartly-dressed valet opened the rear door of the taxi. Pierce paid the taxi driver, and then he and Lara walked through the grand front door. A short elevator trip later and they arrived at his hotel room. Pierce unlocked the room with his electronic key card and gestured for her to enter. As Lara walked hesitantly across the threshold, Pierce followed her inside and closed the door behind him.
Lara hadn’t taken more than two steps inside the luxurious hotel room before Pierce’s arms encircled her and he started planting firm kisses on the side of her neck.
“Could we at least get to the bedroom?” Lara asked, but Pierce wasn’t listening.
His hands reached up and unzipped the reinforced zipper that held the back of Lara’s strapless cocktail dress together. He yanked it up over her head and tossed it carelessly down onto the carpeted floor. Lara was left wearing only her black panties and high heels. The panties were the next to go – Pierce yanked them down her long legs, until they were resting around her feet. Still standing in the semi-lit entryway of the hotel room, Pierce spun her around and forced his tongue between her lips.
Lara pulled away, grimacing in disgust. Pierce grinned and pinned her up against the wall. He pressed his right hand between her thighs and pushed his middle finger into her pussy.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it. You’re already wet!” Pierce said.
Lara blushed with shame at the truth of his words. He pushed a second finger inside her wet pussy. Lara tried and failed to supress a moan, as his invading fingers massaged the inside of her pussy, while his thumb rubbed against her clit. He was surprisingly good at this, she thought. Her moan was soon muffled by Pierce’s mouth pressing against hers, as he once again forced his tongue between her lips. As she coughed and spluttered, he licked his tongue against her left cheek, causing her to recoil in disgust.
“You’re… a pig!” Lara gasped.
Pierce smiled with amusement and licked two fingers from his left hand to lubricate them, before jammed his hand down between her gorgeous round buttocks. Lara gasped a moment later, when two of his fingers found a home inside her tight anus. Lara jerked around like a puppet on a string, as Pierce’s hands relentlessly stretched and massaged her pussy and asshole. She tried to press her thighs together, but Pierce used his strength to pull upwards on her holes, forcing her up onto her tippy toes.
“Cum for me, Lara!” Pierce said, as his dual c-grips stretched her holes and rubbed against her G-spot.
Lara’s long legs started to shake uncontrollably and this time when Pierce kissed her, she didn’t resist. Lost in the pleasure of her orgasm, Lara twirled her wet tongue around his, shamelessly French kissing a man she despised. Pierce kissed her roughly and then licked his tongue all over her beautiful flushed face, but she was too distracted by her orgasm to protest. Her legs finally gave out and she collapsed onto her knees. Pierce wiped his right hand against Lara’s face, smearing her makeup with her own pussy juices. Then he grabbed hold of her long silky ponytail and pulled her forward on her hands and knees towards the bedroom.
Pierce struggled to control his excitement. He had slept with dozens of attractive women in his life, but Lara Croft was on a whole other level: she was like a wet dream made real. As he fingered her in the darkened doorway of his hotel room, he admired the way the distant light from the bedroom cast shadows across her flawless skin. Even in the low light, it was possible to pick out the lines of her flat abdominal muscles, the curve of her hips and the perfect silhouette of her large breasts.
He knew that she hated him, and that made tonight even more exciting. She didn’t want to be there – that was clear from her body language – but despite her fame, beauty and high-born status, she was powerless to refuse him. Lara writhed between his invading fingers, desperately trying to squeeze her legs together to resist him, but he had given her no respite. When she finally orgasmed and collapsed onto the carpeted floor, he took hold of her hair and walked her like a dog towards the bedroom.
Pierce had played all sorts of bedroom games with his previous casual lovers. His enormous wealth and power meant that he had an endless procession of ambitious young women eagerly throwing themselves at him, willing to do anything in return for expensive gifts and a luxury lifestyle. And the truth was that he was bored: bored of the gold diggers, with their fake smiles and fake orgasms; bored of being surrounded by lying sycophants. In contrast, Lara’s naked dislike for him was refreshingly honest. It made conquering her a genuine challenge!
Pierce yanked Lara forward by the hair, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. As she crawled forward on her hands and knees, he admired the rhythmic sway of her hips and the outline of her heart-shaped ass. His eyes narrowed when he saw something on the skin of her lower back. Was that a tattoo, he wondered? As they entered the bedroom, he saw that a medieval Coat of Arms, complete with a shield and crossed swords, had been tattooed onto Lara’s lower back like a royal tramp stamp.
The bold black and grey tattoo took up most of her lower back, but what immediately caught his attention was the heraldic ribbon tattooed across the top curve of her buttocks. The forked ribbon followed the upper curves of her buttocks, arching across them like a stretched MacDonald’s M that then dipped down between her crack, mimicking the lines of a G-string. Written across the ribbon, in bold Old English Font were the words “CUM SLUT.”
“Oh my…” Pierce said, as he ran his hand across Lara’s buttocks. “You have been busy.”
He saw Lara blush and look away guiltily. Pierce sensed a vulnerable chink in her armour and continued.
“Does it mean anything?” Pierce asked mockingly.
Lara remained silent.
“Would you prefer it if I called you Cum Slut from now on? It could be our private pet name for you.” Pierce said.
“Go to hell!” She told him, clearly embarrassed by the tattoo but trying desperately not to show it.
Pierce suddenly wondered who had the power to make Lara Croft get a tattoo that she obviously hated. He found himself envying that person, and wondered how much it would cost to purchase similar liberties for himself. Pierce knew he was a sexual sadist: not in the traditional sense, of whipping and beating women to cause them physical pain; what got him off was causing them emotional torment. He got off on degrading and humiliating women – making them perform acts that would shame them to their souls, before discarding them like disposable sex toys.
“Ughhh!” Lara grunted in surprise and outrage, as Pierce slapped her ass.
“Stay!” Pierce ordered, as if he were speaking to a dog.
Pierce unhurriedly removed his tuxedo and then walked over to the nightstand, where he retrieved a small tube of lubricant. He knelt down behind Lara’s prostrate body and chuckled again when he saw her humiliating CUM SLUT tattoo. Most of the time, he didn’t find tattoos on women very attractive, but he found this one captivating. He applied the lubricant liberally to his penis and then pushed his cock up into the deep valley of Lara’s firm round ass. Then he squired additional lubricant directly onto Lara’s asshole, and rubbed it in by sliding his hard shaft in and out of her buttock cleavage.
“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe… I wonder where my cock will go?” Pierce teased, as he thrust his cock between her spread ass cheeks.
“You’re a moron!” Lara retorted, looking back over her shoulder.
Pierce grinned. Her hatred was so amusing and arousing. He couldn’t wait to put her back in her place. He lined up the tip of his slippery cock with Lara’s tight sphincter and pushed. To his astonishment, Lara’s asshole expanded effortlessly around the tip of his cock.
“Fuck!” He moaned, as her tight asshole swallowed the entire length of his cock on the first thrust.
Her ass felt amazing – like a tight, warm tunnel that gripped and massaged every inch of his cock – but he didn’t want her to know how amazing it felt.
“Damn you’re loose back here!” Pierce said cruelly, as he started thrusting in and out of her asshole.
“Maybe it’s just your tiny penis!” Lara quipped back.
“It’s so loose that I doubt I’ll even be able to cum from fucking it!” Pierce lied.
In truth, he was grateful that he’d already cum once that evening from Lara’s blowjob at the opera; otherwise, he felt certain he would have ejaculated by now. He slowed his strokes and concentrated on controlling his breathing. He knew he needed to make Lara cum again, to establish his dominance over her. He leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Lara’s waist, and then started strumming his fingers against her clit. At first she didn’t react, but slowly he felt her breathing quicken and her pussy grow wetter.
“Don’t tell me you’re about to cum again? You must be a nymphomaniac! ” Pierce said.
He didn’t wait for her to reply, but instead placed his other hand around Lara’s throat and squeezed– not enough to cut off her airway, but hard enough to let her know he was in charge. She reached up and grabbed his arm, but she held onto it rather than forcing it away – that was when he knew he had her. Modern women might pretend to be strong and independent, but deep down they desired to be dominated and controlled.
“Cum for me, Lara! Show me what a cum slut you are!” Pierce said, deliberately referencing the tattoo that she obviously found so embarrassing.
He was really pounding her asshole now, fucking her as hard as he could. He could see her magnificent breasts mashed beneath her chest, as she was jammed up against the bed. Her firm buttocks rippled with each hard impact of his crotch, and her asshole gaped open around his cock like a slippery waterslide. Pierce’s fingers became a blur against Lara’s sensitive clitoris, rubbing it faster and faster. Just when he thought that he could last no longer, he felt Lara’s body begin to tremble beneath him. She orgasmed moments later and her passionate cries were like music to his ears.
He slowed his own thrusting, but continued to stroke Lara’s pussy like the strings of a guitar. He milked every last orgasmic shudder from her body, until she collapsed limply onto the bed. Pierce immediately yanked his own cock from Lara’s glorious asshole. He was so close to cuming that he didn’t even dare look at her sexily gaping asshole, for fear that it would drive him over the edge. To buy time, he rubbed his drenched right hand against Lara’s cheek, smearing her face with more of her pussy juices.
“Look how wet you are! It’s disgusting!” Pierce said critically.
He reached down between her thighs again, and then pushed his pussy-wet fingers inside her mouth.
“You’re wetter than a slut in heat!” Pierce said nonchalantly, pretending that he was nowhere near orgasming himself.
The distraction gave him enough time to recover, and he slid his cock back inside Lara’s amazing asshole.
Lara felt exhausted and humiliated. How had he managed to make her orgasm twice in 10 minutes? She had always thought of herself as a sexual goddess, able to make the strongest of men melt like butter in her hands; but Pierce Bosworth seemed completely impervious to her talents. Quite the contrary, he was openly mocking her. He had pulled out of her temporarily, so that he could smear the wet evidence of her orgasm across her face; but now he had resumed sodomizing her asshole with long powerful strokes. She should have remained silent, but her competitive nature forced her to speak without thinking.
“Let me suck your cock again!” She blurted out, before she could stop herself.
She tried to tell herself it was the smart thing to do, to give her poor stretched asshole a rest; but the truth was that she was desperate to make Pierce cum again, to prove to herself that he wasn’t better than her.
“Is that the noble Countess Croft asking me for ass-to-mouth?” Pierce teased.
Lara blushed with shame, as she realised that was exactly what she was asking for, but she persevered. She’d made him orgasm at the opera from a blowjob, so why shouldn’t it work here, she thought?
“I just felt sorry for you, since your penis is obviously too small for my ass.” Lara replied sassily.
“Are you sure you won’t cry, when you taste your ass?” Pierce teased.
Lara lost her temper. “Just shut up and give me your cock!” She shouted in frustration.
Pierce pulled out of her gaping asshole and walked up beside her. Lara climbed off the bed and dropped to her knees. Pierce rubbed his slimy cock against her face and she instinctively scrunched up her nose and turned her head.
“Awww, did poor little Princess Lara change her mind?” Pierce mocked her, as he rubbed his slimy shaft against her cheeks, nose and lips. When he was done, her beautiful face was wet and glistening with lubricant, pre-cum and God knows what else from her ass. Angry at herself for showing weakness, Lara looked him straight in the eye and then sensually licked her tongue up and down the length of his cock. But rather than looking impressed, he looked bored!
“Could we hurry this up?” Pierce asked.
“I beg your pardon?” Lara asked.
“Look, I know every girl thinks they’re great at oral sex, because their boyfriends are too afraid to criticise them, but you really aren’t very good at this.” Pierce said critically.
Lara’s jaw dropped in outrage. Who did he think he was, criticising her blowjob skills? She’d show him, she thought! She grasped the base of his cock and started stroking it up and down, while her other hand gently massaged his balls. She twirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, licking it like a lollypop, before sliding it in-between her moist lips. She didn’t bother with foreplay, but instead slid his entire cock inside her mouth and down her throat. She didn’t even mind the taste; she was so focused on proving her sexual prowess.
Lara bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock, feeling her throat expand and swell each time his shaft slid inside. She looked up and was dismayed to see that Pierce didn’t even look impressed by her skills. His face had reddened slightly, but aside from that and the sweat running down his face, you wouldn’t have guessed that he was actually enjoying himself. Lara sucked harder, using every trick she knew. She rubbed her wet lips up and down cock, feeling every contour and vein as it slid in and out of her mouth. She pushed down as deeply as she could go, burying her nose in Pierce’s pubic hair, while her stretched-open throat gagged around his thick shaft.
But no matter what she tried, he didn’t make a sound – not so much as a moan or a grunt to show that she was doing a good job. He wasn’t even looking at her anymore. He appeared to be examining a piece of generic hotel artwork on the wall. Lara felt dejected and humiliated, and she started to doubt herself.
Pierce felt like he was dying; he felt like Lara was sucking his soul out through his cock. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to cry out in pleasure, like a man possessed. He’d been forced to stop looking at her, for fear that the sight of his cock buried between her sexy lips and bulging out through her stretched throat would make him orgasm. When he could take it no more, he yanked his throbbing cock from her mouth. Saliva and pre-cum drooled down Lara’s chin, as she looked up at him in hurt confusion.
“Lie down on the bed!” Pierce ordered.
He had to supress a smile at the pouty expression she gave him. He wasn’t surprised by her confusion: beautiful women like Lara were used to being flattered and pampered. Pierce’s strategy was one of deliberate psychological manipulation: he would take a confident and capable young woman and make her feel inadequate and useless. If he succeeded, she’d forever feel insecure and nervous in his presence, and eager to please him in a futile attempt to earn his approval. It was a tactic he’d used before to great effect. He looked down at Lara’s heavenly body, and then laughed out loud when he saw the word WHORE tattooed just above Lara’s smoothly shaved pussy, in bold capital letters.
Pierce’s condescending laughter made Lara feel even more humiliated. She felt her flushed face burning with shame. What must he think of her, she thought? What kind of woman tattoos words like “whore” and “cum slut” on her body. A fresh wave of humiliation washed over her, as she realised that she would have to go through this degrading ritual with every one of her new “clients”. Even worse would be the rumours that would invariably follow. Men never kept salacious details like that to themselves. Soon everyone would know about her indecent tattoos.
Pierce rubbed his hard cock up and down Lara’s slit. She found herself instinctively bucking her hips upwards towards his cock. I wish he’d just hurry up and fuck my pussy, she thought to herself, before blushing at how wanton her inner monologue had become. She was glad Pierce was unaware of her thoughts: it would have given him even more power over her. He kept sliding his shaft up and down Lara’s wet pussy lips. Her hips lifted off the bed each time his mushroom-shaped cock head rubbed against her clitoris.
Lara felt herself growing wetter and wetter, yet Pierce seemed in no rush to thrust home inside her dripping pussy. She was growing desperate; she needed some kind of release. She unconsciously wrapped her legs around his back, trying to pull him in closer, but Pierce stubbornly refused to penetrate her and instead continued to tease her hot pussy.
“Will you just fuck me already?” Lara finally shouted.
“Pathetic! You really are a whore, aren’t you?” He answered cruelly.
Lara’s cheeks reddened with shame as another part of her pride was stripped away by Pierce’s harsh words. Pierce smiled with triumph and then pressed his swollen cockhead against Lara’s well-used asshole. Lara grunted loudly, but it was a sound of frustration rather than pain. Her gaping asshole was still slick with lubricant and there was barely any resistance as her sphincter stretched open around his cock. No, Lara was frustrated that he had not impaled her needy pussy instead.
“Are you wet again?” Pierce asked in mock disbelief, as he shoved three finders inside Lara’s pussy.
Lara moaned, as he started sliding his fingers up and down the inner walls of her pussy, while using his thumb to rub her clit. He held his hand in a C-grip, using his thumb on her clit as a hinge, while he rammed his three fingers knuckle-deep inside her. At the same time, his cock was relentlessly pistoning in and out of her gaping asshole. What made it even worse was that she was facing him. She couldn’t hide how excited she was becoming. She started to writhe and moan under his sexual assault.
He kept molesting her pussy, bringing her to the very edge of orgasming, but then he abruptly stopped. Lara was left wantonly humping her crotch up in the air, like a dog in heat, while Pierce continued to plough her asshole. Lara couldn’t take it anymore and took matters into her own hands – literally. She reached down between her legs and started frantically rubbing her clit. Pierce wrapped both of his hands around her slender throat and squeezed.
“You dirty slut! Look at you – fingering yourself while you get choked and sodomized!” Pierce said as he pounded her asshole like a bass drum.
The truth of his words struck home like a dagger, but Lara couldn’t help herself. She desperately needed to cum, and for some reason the humiliation of being treated so rudely was increasing the intensity of her feelings. With her face turning bright red from the choking, she finally gasped and orgasmed. Her legs clamped down hard around Pierce’s lower back, pulling him forward into her. He kept pistoning in and out of her gaping asshole, but now Lara was lifting her hips to meet him. She was actively assisting him in fucking her ass.
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, as did her loud cries of ecstasy. At some point, she felt Pierce ejaculating inside her ass. She felt two warm spurts splashing deep inside her rectum, but then he pulled out and straddled her on top of the bed. While she continued to finger herself, he knelt above her and masturbated over her face and chest. It was one of the most obscene and degrading things Lara had ever been involved in, and it made her orgasm even more intense. She felt sticky ropes of cum splashing against her breasts and neck, and crisscrossing her face. When he was finished, Lara’s cheeks, nose and chin were plastered with gooey white cum, and her breasts looked like two enormous glazed donuts.
Pierce knelt down over her head and dangled his balls over Lara’s exhausted face.
“Show me how you earned your name, Cum Slut!” He commanded, as he rubbed his slimy cock all over Lara’s sticky face.
Then he pushed his balls inside Lara’s mouth, while he masturbated his cock over her blushing face and dribbled his remaining cum down onto her forehead. Lara didn’t get much sleep that night, as Pierce said that he wanted to get his money’s worth. He forced her to suck his cock back to hardness so that he could fuck her ass again. Much to her annoyance, he refused to fuck her pussy, telling her contemptuously that she hadn’t earned it. The following morning, an exhausted and thoroughly humiliated Lara Croft stumbled from the hotel room and walked down the corridor towards the elevator.
Pierce had at least allowed her to shower before leaving, but she was very aware that she was still wearing the same cocktail dress from the previous evening. This was the very definition of a walk of shame. Out in the corridor, she walked past a young maid standing next to a linen trolley. Upon seeing Lara, the maid immediately dropped the sheet she was folding and ran inside the open doorway beside her. A moment later, two other maids emerged into the corridor. Lara could feel them staring at her as she walked past. She heard them whispering together and giggling. Lara blushed with embarrassment and accelerated her pace towards the elevator.
She would have been even more embarrassed, had she known why the maids were giggling. Lara’s wanton cries of ecstasy during the previous night had not gone unnoticed by the staff. Individual hotel rooms were well soundproofed, but the corridor outside was not. Lara’s wanton moans had drifted through the door of the hotel room and out into the corridor, where the night manager had been walking his rounds. Upon hearing the sounds, the grinning night manager went downstairs to see which randy guest was getting lucky that night. He saw that this particular room had been booked out to Mr Bosworth, the newspaper billionaire.
That might have been the end of it, except that the valet at the front door was inside on a break and mentioned that he had seen Mr Bosworth entering the hotel with the world famous Lara Croft on his arm. In less than an hour, everyone on the hotel’s night shift was privy to this salacious piece of gossip – which was then passed on to the day shift staff. Lara was aware of none of this, as she waited for the elevator to arrive at her floor. Instead, she was quietly grateful to be leaving the hotel so early, as in her mind it would minimise her embarrassment.
Lara rode the elevator down to the ground floor lobby. As it was early morning, there were no other guests up early enough to witness her walk of shame, although she saw two staff members on duty at the front desk and a valet standing just inside the front entrance. Lara tried to not to draw attention to herself, but her high heels clicked loudly with each step she took across the tiled lobby. Her loud clicking footsteps caught the attention of the three hotel staff, who all turned to stare at her. Lara tried to act nonchalant and walked confidently towards the front entrance.
“Can I call you a taxi, Lady Croft?” One of the smirking desk staff called out as she walked past.
Lara felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment, as she realised that she had been recognised, and her confidence began to crumble.
“Umm, no… thank you. I have a car coming.” Lara answered.
She tried to look straight ahead, to ignore the lascivious stares of the male staff members. She knew how she must look, slinking out in the early hours of the morning after spending the night in another man’s hotel room. She had checked herself in the mirror as she walked out. She still looked beautiful, but also spoiled somehow – as if her appearance reflected the fact that she had just had a slutty one-night-stand. Her black strapless cocktail dress, which had looked so elegant last night, was now crumpled and creased and looked entirely out of place; her makeup was marred by smudges and her fancy hairdo had multiple loose strands and stray hairs sticking out at odd angles. In short, she looked like a sexy mess, and her appearance told anyone who saw her that this was a woman who hadn’t slept at home last night.
With her cheeks still burning with embarrassment, Lara waited for Winston to finally arrive and drive her home.

6 MONTHS LATER…
Lara was both astonished and depressed at how busy she was. Word spread quickly about her new profession, and the rich and powerful were quite literally queueing up to use her. Lara was booked out 5 nights a week, sometimes 6, and such was the demand that after the first month, Mary started charging an additional 5,000 pound premium for weekends – the days when most formal events were held. It became a status symbol in itself to be seen with her – like getting tickets to a sold-out concert or reservations at an exclusive booked-out restaurant. If you hired Lady Lara Croft for the evening, it signified both that you were wealthy enough to afford her, and powerful enough to have your name placed on “The List”, which was how Mary referred to her appointment schedule.
Lara found herself being flaunted and used by a never ending stream of wealthy men. Many of those who hired her were old and lascivious, desiring her purely for her beauty and sexual talents. Others were men that she had turned down or rejected in the past, who now saw a chance to finally fulfil their most intimate fantasies with her. Lastly were the social climbers, like Pierce Bosworth, who liked to show her off in public to increase their own prestige. By some miracle, her lurid sexual activities were never reported by the media, which was astonishing considering that everyone in her social circle now knew that she was working as a high-priced prostitute.
Tonight she was on her way to another high society party, being held at a country Manor House. As usual, Mary had refused to tell her who her “date” was for the evening. All she knew was they were rich – since it was a Saturday, they had paid at least 20,000 pounds to spend the night with her – and they were clean – as Mary insisted that her dates must have a recent negative STI/STD screening test. Lara knew it wasn’t for her benefit, but rather for the piece-of-mind of her wealthy and powerful clients.
Lara’s dark blue Bentleigh sedan looked entirely at home amongst the Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and BMWs parked outside the manor house. Winston would not be staying, though – he had instructions to pick her up at 7.00am the following morning. As per his instructions, Winston stopped outside the grand front entrance and got out of the car to open the rear passenger door for her. Even if her reputation had become something of an open joke to her peers, Mary insisted that Lara maintain the outward appearance of a high-class Countess.
Stepping gracefully from the backseat of her Bentleigh, Lara looked every inch the sophisticated English aristocrat. She was dressed in a gorgeous full-length Chanel evening dress, made from lightweight red silk. The dress had an asymmetrical cut, looping up over her left shoulder like a toga, while her right shoulder was entirely bare. From the left side and front, the dress looked very conservative and elegant, but not so from the right or the back. The dress was entirely backless, and hung so low that the top half of Lara’s Coat of Arms tattoo was on full display. But revealing as the back was, it was nothing compared to the right side.
Extending all the way up from her elegant high heels to her bare right shoulder was a 4 inch wide cut-out, only bisected by three shoestring-thin horizontal straps positioned at her hip, waist and armpit. The gap in the dress accentuated the length of her sexy athletic legs, and drew the eyes upwards towards her bare hip and the hint of side-boob from her large breasts. The cut of the dress made it impossible to wear any sort of underwear with the dress – a fact that anyone looking would have been immediately aware of, as soon as they saw the outline of her nipples pressing out prominently though the thin red silk, or the naked flesh around her right hip and waist.
Her outfit was completed by a pair of open-toed gold-coloured high-heels, two gold hoop earrings and a matching gold-mesh choker necklace. Her long dark hair had been styled up into an elegant formal bun, held in place by two long golden-pins, giving her outfit a slightly oriental twist. Lara blushed slightly as she walked, aware that every step she took exposed the entire length of the naked right side of her body, all the way from her armpit to her ankles. She dreaded to think how much flesh she would have flashed had it actually been windy. As Lara entered through the front door, she saw a line of expensively dressed guests waiting to be formally announced by one of the trained staff. Not wanting to draw any attention to herself, Lara walked the long way around the outer pillars of the formal entryway, and into the great hall.
Once inside, Lara saw that there were at least 100 people present, all dressed in expensive dresses and suits, while black-garbed waiting staff threaded between them with serving trays loaded with food and drinks. Lara spotted several groups of people she knew, and skirted around them. She had run into several acquaintances on her “dates” and it was always awkward, especially now that her new profession had become an open secret amongst her peers. She walked around the hall, looking for any sign that her mysterious “date” had arrived.
Lara’s dress was a lot sexier and more revealing than most of the outfits worn by the other women. She no longer had any choice about what she wore to her “dates”. Mary had taken photographs of every garment and accessory that Lara owned, adding it to a database that was updated whenever she bought something new. Before each date, Mary would text her pictures of the outfit she was to wear, right down to the dress, shoes, jewellery and even underwear. Part of it was to cater for clients who’d made specific requests of her, but Lara suspected most of the orders were simply so that Mary could feel important. It gave her control over another aspect of Lara’s life, further infantilizing her and emphasising Mary’s control.
Thanks to her sexy dress, she got the usual looks from the people around her: lustful stares from the men and disapproving glances from the women. Her cheeks flushed as she imagined everyone around her talking about her and insulting her. The more upstanding members of high society made a point of shunning her, and several groups deliberately turned their backs on her as she walked past. Those groups that did try to welcome her, Lara avoided: she knew the women were only interested in hearing salacious gossip about her dates, while the disreputable men tried their best to seduce her in the hope that she might give them a freebie. It saddened her that her standing amongst her peers had fallen so low.
“Lara? Oh my God, is that you?” A familiar female voice said.
Lara turned her head, and her heart sunk when she saw Jane, standing with a small group of her friends. Lara had been dreading this moment, ever since she had started working as a prostitute. Her independent nature and dislike for social events meant that she avoided large formal gathering – or at least she had before Mary started pimping her out to every rich bachelor in London, not to mention quite a few married men as well – but that didn’t mean she didn’t have her own circle of friends. Lara’s high society friends were women that she had known since childhood. They were the daughters of family friends, or people that she had gone to school with. She wasn’t as close to them as she was to friends like Sam Nishimura, who had shared her tomb raiding adventures; but she still kept in touch with them via social media and occasional get-togethers for birthdays and other social occasions. As much as she hated being mocked behind her back by her high-society peers, what Lara truly dreaded as having to face the harsh judgement of people who knew her personally.
“Hey girls, look who it is!” Jane said, pushing Lara forward into the small circle of poshly-dressed women.
Jane was a pretty redhead from a noble estate that bordered Lara’s own. Lara had known her since they were children.
“I love your dress, Lara. It must be very good for business!” Jane commented cruelly.
“And I love your tattoo! I always thought tramp stamps were just for cheap sluts, but yours really suits you!” Emma said.
Lara blushed uncomfortably. Emma was a friend from Lara’s early school days, although they had grown apart as Lara’s tomb raiding career had taken off.
“Oh look, she’s blushing!” Emma giggled. “I’m surprised someone in your line of work still knows how!”
Lara looked to her other friends for support, but she saw that none would be forthcoming. The thin, black-haired Lydia was too quiet and shy to stand-up to Emma and Jane’s teasing, and Harriet, a plump brunet, was so desperate for acceptance that she would go along with anything they said, out of fear of being ostracised herself. Only the independent-spirited Naomi, a brown-skinned beauty of mixed parentage, would have risked it, but the angry judgemental look on her face told Lara that she was in no mood to help.
“I’m sorry if my… new circumstances caused you any problems.” Lara said lamely.
“Problems? My Dad heard about your little side business and called me at work! I had to spend two hours on the phone, trying to convince him that I wasn’t working as a prostitute as well!” Naomi shouted.
The volume of her voice caused several nearby people to look in their direction and eavesdrop on their conversation, which made Lara feel even more self-conscious and embarrassed.
“I thought we were friends, Lara! If you were in trouble, you could have come to us! We would have helped you!” Naomi said.
“I’m sorry!” Lara answered.
“Mary Buxsomby’s been telling everyone that you squandered your entire inheritance on luxury-living and drugs. She’s been bragging about how she bought up your debts and forced you to become a hooker to pay her back. I didn’t want to believe it at first, but then I started hearing about all of the dates you’ve been going on, every night with a different man.” Lydia said quietly. “You always talked so passionately about women being strong and independent, but as soon as you got into trouble, you sold-out straight away. You’re no better than the common sluts on TikTok and OnlyFans!”
Lara felt her face turning bright red with shame. Her friends thought she was a grasping, unprincipled whore – which was exactly what Natla and Mary had made her. As she looked into the judgemental faces of her former friends, she realised that she would never be able to mend the bridges that she had burnt. A feeling of loss and sadness washed over her.
“So, who are you here with today?” Emma asked brazenly.
Lara blushed. “I don’t know. Mary never tells me who my date is. She says it would ruin the surprise.” Lara answered glumly.
“So how do you know you have the right person?” Jane asked, her eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.
“If it’s not one of my regulars, they normally have a password that they tell me.” Lara explained, blushing as the other women giggled when she said she had regular customers.
“Cum Slut.” Emma said suddenly.
Lara’s eyes widened in horror.
“No! Emma… please don’t…” Lara said with pleading eyes.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Jane asked, suddenly confused.
“Lara’s my engagement present to Henry.” Emma said.
The other women’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“You can’t be serious?” Jane blurted out.
“I’m perfectly serious. Henry’s always wanted to try a threesome, and I don’t see any of you volunteering, so why not Lara?” Emma said.
“Emma, I know you’re upset, but don’t you think this is going a little too far?” Lydia interjected quietly.
Emma rounded on the shy, darkhaired girl, her eyes ablaze.
“No, I don’t think this is going too far. Lara’s behaviour has made us a laughing stock for being associated with her. So fuck Lara! Literally, fuck Lara!” Emma replied angrily.
“I’m not going to be a part of this!” Naomi said.
“So don’t! No one invited you to watch anyway!” Emma stormed back.
“Come-on Lara!” Emma said, taking Lara by the hand. “Let’s go and tell my fiancée the good news!”
Leaving the rest of her gawping friends to discuss these shocking new developments, Emma half-dragged Lara across the great hall to where her fiancé, Henry, was speaking to a group of his friends. Henry and his friends were all wearing expensive suits and drinking various alcoholic beverages. Henry himself looked about her age, with short brown hair and an average height and build. He looked vaguely familiar, but Lara couldn’t place his face. That was not unusual for people of their high social status, as chances were they had attended many of the same functions but never been formally introduced.
“Henry, look who I have here!” Emma announced.
Henry turned his head and his jaw almost hit the floor.
“Holy shit! That’s Lara Croft!” Henry said.
“Did I forget to mention that Henry is a massive Tomb Raider fan?” Emma whispered into her ear.
Then she turned back to her fiancé.
“I’ve hired her as your engagement present.” Emma announced boldly.
Henry was standing with 6 of his friends, and there were at least a dozen other men and women within hearing distance. Lara blushed with shame, as she felt the eyes of everyone nearby focusing in on her. Emma had just publicly outed her as a prostitute in front of everyone. Lara wished that the floor would open up and swallow her.
“Are you serious?” Henry asked excitedly. “Last time I suggested a threesome, you got angry?”
“That’s because you wanted to hire some cheap escort off the internet. Lara is an old friend of mine, so it’ll be more intimate this way.” Emma explained.
“Holy shit!” Henry said, walking forward to get a closer look.
Lara could see the man practically salivating at the thought of having his way with her.
“Some ground rules first!” Emma said, slapping Henry’s hand away as he reached out to touch Lara’s naked shoulder. “I’m your fiancé, so you don’t put your penis in any vagina but mine!”
“Then how’s this going to work?” Henry asked, obviously confused and disappointed.
“Well, she does have two other holes…” Emma said, winking suggestively.
Henry’s eyes lit up with excitement. One of his friends immediately clapped him on the back.
“Holy shit, dude – you’re going to fuck Lara Croft in the ass!” His friend said excitedly.
“And in the mouth!” Another added.
“In that order!” A third said, and they all laughed.
Henry immediately moved forward and grabbed a handful of Lara’s athletic ass through the thin silk of her red dress. Thankfully for him, he also had the good sense to wrap his other arm around Emma’s waist and pull her in close.
“I want both of you!” He said huskily, leaning into Emma’s neck and kissing it.
“You’ll have to wait until after the dinner!” Emma said.
“I can’t wait. I need you both now!” Henry said urgently.
Emma looked around at the expectant faces of the other guests around them.
“What do you say, guys? Should I let my fiancé unwrap his present early?” Emma asked.
A round of cheering and applause was their response. The loud noise prompted others in the hall to walk over to see what was happening. Although it was too loud for her to hear what they were saying, Lara could see them enquiring with other members of the crowd about what was happening. She watched one middle aged couple do just that. A moment later, they both laughed with delight and stared in Lara’s direction with amused expressions on their faces.
“The crowd has spoken!” Emma said.
Lara felt sure her cheeks had flushed to the same deep red colour as her silk dress. She kept her eyes downcast, as Emma and Henry flanked her on either side and hustled her out of the great hall. Once outside the Manor, Henry called for a valet to bring his car around. A few minutes later, Lara was hustled into the cramped backseat of Henry’s red Porsche 911 Turbo. Emma even had the temerity to spank Lara’s ass, as she crawled in a decidedly unladylike fashion over the folded-forward front seat. Once she was in the backseat, Henry and Emma climbed into the front seats and accelerated out onto the main road.
There was very little legroom in the high impractical rear seat, and Lara found herself tossed around as she sat at an odd angle. Henry appeared to be very excited by his engagement present, and was driving home at warp speed. Lara prayed that he would get pulled over by a police car for speeding – anything to delay the inevitable – but there was not a cop in sight. About 25 minutes later, Henry drove into the multilevel carpark of his luxury high-rise apartment building. After they parked, Lara climbed awkwardly out of the backseat and then followed them towards the elevator.
As the elevator headed up towards the penthouse level, Emma started fondling her breasts, while Henry groped her ass and kissed her neck. Lara felt Emma’s hand exploring her naked body through the side cut-out of her dress. A moment later, she felt Emma’s fingers exploring down between her legs, while Henry’s hands squeezed her ass and rubbed up and down her exposed right thigh. Lara squirmed between them like a worm wriggling on a fishing hook. Emma reached up with her other hand and pulled out both of the gold pins that were holding Lara’s bun in place. A moment later, her long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders like a silky waterfall.
“Such a pretty whore.” Emma commented, as she stroked a stray hair from in front of Lara’s beautiful face.
The elevator doors finally opened onto the penthouse floor, which Emma and Henry shared with 3 other apartments. The corridor was thankfully deserted, as by now Emma had slid the left strap off of Lara’s shoulder, exposing both of her large breasts. While she tried to fend off Emma from the front, Henry had lifted the back of her dress up above her waist. The two of them were giggling like naughty schoolchildren, in stark contrast to Lara, who looked mortified to be stripped practically naked in public.
Once inside the apartment, any modicum of decency they might have had disappeared. Lara’s expensive red dress was bunched up around her waist and looked more like a ruffled cummerbund than actually piece of clothing. Both Emma and Henry were staring at her like hungry predators, making Lara feel very much like a lamb being led to the slaughter. As they led her towards the bedroom, Lara resigned herself to her fate. After all she had been through, what was one more humiliation, she thought?
Henry couldn’t quite believe this was really happening. Part of him still believed it must be some sort of elaborate prank – that he’d arrive in the bedroom, only to find out that his fiancée had set this up as a joke. But when they entered the bedroom, it was deserted. Henry reached for Lara’s red silk dress, which was bunched up around her slender waist, but she stopped him.
“I’ll do it.” She told him.
Henry watched, as Lara raised her arms and gracefully lifted herdress up over her head. The pose she adopted made her naked body look even longer and more athletic, and Henry drank in her beauty. Her face was astonishingly beautiful, with flawlessly applied makeup. She looked like a model, although for some reason the golden choker necklace made him think of Princess Leia’s slave bikini from Return of the Jedi. His gaze passed down over her large breasts, which bounced delightfully as she lowered her arms and draped her dress over the back of an armchair.
As she turned to the side, Henry got a perfect view of her hourglass hips and heart-shaped ass. The Coat of Arms tramp stamp on her lower back was not what he had been expecting. It was well known that Lara hated tattoos, so it was surprising to see her sporting one, regardless of how artistically it had been drawn. His eyes narrowed as he read the heraldic ribbon tattooed across the tops of Lara’s buttocks, just below the Coat of Arms.
“Holy shit!” Henry exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, as he read the words CUM SLUT tattooed across Lara’s ass, in flowing black script.
“Talk about a slutty tramp stamp!” Emma commented, also grinning.
Henry felt his pulse quicken with excitement. He’d had a secret crush on Lara Croft for years. He even tried to ask her out on a date once, but she brushed him off and she clearly didn’t remember him. Later, when he got involved with his fiancée, Emma, he found out that she was a friend of Lara’s and decided not to bring it up. Now he was going to get everything he had ever dreamed of. His gorgeous fiancée had agreed to join him in a threesome with another woman, and that woman had turned out to be Lara Croft. Also, judging by her tramp stamp tattoo, Lara was clearly down to fuck.
Lara turned around to face them. Her beautiful face was blushing adorably, and within moments Henry could see why. Tattooed just above her bare crotch, in bold black capital letters was the word WHORE. Emma burst out laughing, and even Henry couldn’t stop himself from grinning.
“Oh my, this is just priceless. The great Lara Croft, branded as a whore!” Emma said.
There was a taunting edge to Emma’s voice that surprised Henry. He’d never known her to be mean or cruel, and he had thought that Lara was her friend. He was even more confused when Emma pressed her boy against Lara’s, cupping the other woman’s face and pressing their lips together. Henry gawped in open-mouthed shock, as his still-clothed fiancée kissed the now naked Countess. It was like something from his wildest wet dreams. Henry could see Emma’s tongue sliding in and out of Lara’s mouth through the gap between their lips. She pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva around Lara’s open mouth, and turned to face him.
“I left something for you on the nightstand.” Emma told him, before turning her attention back to Lara.
Henry tore his eyes away from the erotic scene and walked over to the nightstand. He smiled appreciatively as he saw an unopened blister packet of Viagra tablets and a tube of KY lubricant. Emma really did think of everything, Henry thought, as he swallowed two of the tablets.
Lara was surprised by Emma’s kiss. The two of them had been friends for a long time, and she was pretty certain that Emma wasn’t a lesbian. Emma took her by the hand and led her towards the large king-sized bed.
“I want you to undress me, like you’re my lady’s maid.” Emma said.
Lara blushed with shame at this. A lady’s maid was a paid servant whose duties were to care for her mistress’s person, as opposed to house maids, who cared for and cleaned the house. As such, she would have performed duties like caring for her mistress’s clothes and jewellery, drawing her bath and washing her hair, and dressing her and applying her makeup. It was unseemly, perhaps even indecent, that a noble Countess like herself would allow herself to be used in such a manner by her social inferior. The look on Emma’s pretty face told Lara that her former friend knew exactly how humiliating this was for her.
Emma waited while Lara walked around behind her and unzipped the back of her black cocktail dress. Lara folded the dress and placed it on the armchair next to her own. Next, Lara unclipped the back of Emma’s bra. Emma made no move to assist, her, so it was up to Lara to slide the bra off her friend’s shoulders and then place it down on the chair.
“Panties next, but I want you to use your teeth.” Emma instructed.
Lara glanced across at Emma’s fiancée, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. Gritting her teeth, Lara reluctantly got down on her knees in front of Emma and leaned forward. She used her teeth to pull the panties down off one hip and then the other, before biting the front of the waistband and pulling the garment all the way down Emma’s naked legs. As Emma stepped out of the panties one leg at a time, Lara reached down to pick them up.
“No! Keep using your teeth – and crawl over to the chair on your hands and knees.” Emma instructed.
Lara blushed and bent down on all fours. She grasped the panties between her teeth and then humiliatingly crawled over to the armchair and deposited the panties.
“Now lie down on the bed!” Emma told her.
Lara climbed to her feet and walked over to the bed. She lay down on top of it, at the very centre of the king-sized bed. Within moments, the now-naked Emma, having kicked-off her high heels, joined her. Emma embraced her and started planting kissing up and down Lara’s neck, while simultaneous rubbing her hands up and down Lara’s naked body. Henry practically ripped his clothes off and was soon spooning Lara’s hot body from the other side. Lara could feel his stiff erection pressing against her buttocks, as the man reached around and molested her breasts. Emma leaned across Lara’s face and kissed her fiancée.
“I love you, darling.” Emma said.
“I love you too.” Henry answered, and they kissed again.
The way they spoke to each other, as if she wasn’t even there, emphasised they were in the driver’s seat, while she was merely a passenger. The heavy petting soon turned into dry humping. Emma was kissing Lara’s lips, while Henry was kissing her shoulder and the back of her neck. Pressed between their naked bodies, Lara felt like the filling of an obscene sex sandwich. Emma suddenly broke off the kiss and rolled onto her back.
“I want you to go down on me while Henry fucks your ass!” Emma said, spreading her legs wide apart.
Lara happened to glance across at Henry, whose eyes betrayed his excitement. Lara blushed at the indecency of the request, especially as it was her friend who was making it, but obediently climbed between Emma’s splayed legs and started licking. After months of performing cunnilingus on Sarah, her former maid, Lara had become exceptionally good at it, and she had Emma’s naked body squirming and moaning almost immediately. She felt Henry climbing around behind her, but she didn’t stop orally servicing Emma. A few moments later, she felt Henry’s lubricated cock rubbing against her ass.
“Fuck her, Henry. Fuck her slutty ass!” Emma moaned.
Lara grunted at the all-too-familiar sensation of her asshole stretching open around yet another cock. She felt a hand on the back of her head, and looked up to see Emma staring down at her. The bitch wanted to see the look on her face as Henry sodomized her. Lara blushed but kept dutifully licking Emma’s clit, while Henry pounded in and out of her asshole. Lara watched as her friend’s eyes rolled up into her head and she arched her back. Emma cried out loudly as she orgasmed, and Lara tasted wet pussy juices dripping down her lips and chin.
Almost immediately, Lara sensed an increased urgency from Henry, who had been happily ploughing her asshole the entire time. Whether it was the forbidden thrill of fucking Lara’s tight ass, or the erotic sight of his fiancée being brought to orgasm by Lara’s talented mouth, Henry was pushed over the edge. As he thrust in and out of her stretched asshole, Lara felt his warm cum splashing against the walls of her rectum. Henry stopped thrusting and held his cock balls-deep inside Lara’s asshole, as he ejaculated his remaining sperm inside her. When his orgasm finally subsided, Lara felt him pull out of her. She heard him give an appreciative whistle, and realised that he must be staring at his handiwork through her gaping asshole.
“Roll over!” Emma instructed, her face still flushed from her recent orgasm.
As Henry knelt between her legs, Lara noticed with dismay that his cum-slick cock was still hard. As he pushed his cock back inside her gaping asshole, Lara realised that this was going to be a very long night.
Emma looked down at her former friend and felt nothing but contempt. Lara Croft was the worst sort of hypocrite. She had always put on an air of indifference about her noble status, pretending not to care about things like money or titles. How many times had Emma been forced to listen to Lara lecture her about the importance of high-born people like themselves making their own way in life, and not relying on their inherited advantages? She was also incredibly judgemental and derisive towards those women who chose to work as strippers or pornstars, accusing them of taking the easy road and setting a bad example for all women. Yet as soon as Lara was in debt and her cushy lifestyle was threatened, she had decided to take the easy road herself and become a sex worker.
Emma felt betrayed and humiliated for foolishly giving Lara her friendship, and now she wanted some payback. She wanted to humiliate and punish Lara for her formerly haughty and hypocritical behaviour. On impulse, she licked her fingers and then rubbed them across Lara’s mouth, deliberately smudging her lipstick. For some reason it made Emma feel good, smearing Lara’s flawlessly applied red lipstick across her cheek and upper lip. On impulse, she licked her fingertips again and then smeared Lara’s dark eyeliner down across her cheeks, making it look like she had been crying.
“There, now you look more like a whore!” Emma commented.
Henry was still pistoning in and out of Lara’s asshole, and Emma shivered with delight at the slutty sound his balls made as they slapped against her ass cheeks. She looked down at Lara’s blushing, make-up smeared face, and instantly felt herself growing excited again.
Lara watched as her formed friend crawled over to her head, with her knees resting on Lara’s shoulders. Emma leaned forward and French kissed her husband, who was still busily fucking Lara’s now fully relaxed asshole. As the two kissed, Emma lowered herself down onto Lara’s face. Lara grimaced with distaste as her nose pressed up between Emma’s spread butt cheeks. Emma started grinding her wet pussy back and forth across Lara’s face, leaving a wet trail across her lips, nose and chin. Lara dutifully stuck out her tongue and licked Emma’s pussy, while the other woman continued kissing her fiancée.
For Lara, the entire humiliating experience felt like something out of The Handmaid’s Tale. It felt like Emma and Henry were fucking each other through her. It made Lara feel more like a disposable sex toy than an actual human participant in the threesome. Once again, Lara’s talented tongue went to work, penetrating Emma’s dripping pussy and licking her sensitive clit. When she came, her juices drenched Lara’s face and added further drips and smudges to her ruined makeup.
Emma rolled off her and knelt down beside Lara’s face.
“Henry, you should try out this bitch’s mouth. Make her taste her ass!” Emma suggested.
Henry pulled out of her gaping asshole and made to crawl up Lara’s body, but Emma stopped him.
“No! Have her lie down with her head hanging off the bed. That way you can fuck her throat!” Emma suggested.
The shocked expression on Henry’s face told Lara that he definitely wasn’t used to hearing his posh upper-class fiancée speaking in this manner, although his shock quickly turned to excitement as Lara repositioned herself on the edge of the bed. Now lying with her head hanging upside-down off the end of the bed, Lara watched as Henry lined up his cock with her mouth. A moment later, her vision was obscured by Henry’s hairy balls, as he shoved his cock inside her mouth. Lara gagging slightly, as the tip of Henry’s cock slid past her tonsils and into her throat.
“Yeah, taste your ass, bitch!” Emma said, as Lara gagged on Henry’s cock.
In truth, Lara was ashamed to admit that she had performed ass-to-mouth so many times by now that it no longer fazed her. She practiced good hygiene and just took it as another degrading part of her job. What she wasn’t used to was the weird inverted face-fucking she was receiving. Emma had been correct when she said that this position would grant Henry greater access to her throat. Her upside-down head was bent backwards in such a way that it put her mouth on a straight line with her neck, and allowed Henry’s wet cock to slide effortlessly in and out of her stretched throat.
As he fucked her, excess saliva drooled from Lara’s wide-open lips, but this time rather than trickling down her chin, the disgusting mixture flowed up over Lara’s upside-down cheeks, nose and forehead. After just a few minutes, Lara’s once-beautiful face was plastered in a wet layer of frothy saliva. It took 10 minutes of hard face-fucking for Henry to finally ejaculate for the second time. Lara felt his warm cum spurting down her throat, and then gasped for air as he finally pulled out.
Emma and Henry took a quick break for water, not bothering to offer any to her, and then resumed fucking her, with Henry fucking her ass and Emma riding her face. Lara became incredibly frustrated that she hadn’t been allowed to cum yet, but neither Emma nor Henry looked like they cared enough to take care of her needs. When Lara’s desperation reached boiling point, she reached down between her legs to pleasure herself, but Emma cruelly slapped her hands away, calling her all sorts of humiliating and degrading names. The final insult was when Emma wiped her dripping pussy dry using Lara’s long silky hair, and then invited Henry to do the same with his cum-soaked cock. Emma knew how much Lara hated getting her hair dirty and had done this just to further humiliate her.
They fucked Lara for the rest of the night, in every position imaginable, and then kicked her out in the morning. It was only Henry’s intervention that allowed Lara to at least have a shower before she left. Emma wanted to kick her out in her dishevelled state, with her ruined and smudged makeup and cum-stained hair. Even with the shower, the Lara Croft that walked out of the penthouse apartment looked decidedly less glamorous than the one that had entered. Her hair was still damp and frizzy, having obviously just been washed. Her face, while still beautiful, was now devoid of makeup and she had tired circles under her eyes from an endless night of fucking. Finally, her expensive red evening dress looked worn and crumpled and was entirely out-of-place in the early morning daylight. Lara got into the elevator and steeled herself for yet another embarrassing walk of shame, as she headed down towards where Winston would pick her up.

9 MONTHS LATER…
True to her word, Emma had recommended Lara to all of her friends, and several of them had hired her for threesomes with their husbands or boyfriends. Apparently, having a threesome with Lara Croft had become something of a status symbol for the ultra-wealthy English elites. Lara calculated that she was earning between 80,000 and 100,000 pounds a week as a prostitute. It galled her that she was only able to keep a measly 10 percent of what Mary was charging for her services. In the last 9 months alone, she estimated that she had made Mary about 3 million pounds, minus Winston’s commission and her own measly allowance.
It was another Friday, and Lara found herself actually looking forward to her regular date with Pierce Bosworth. She knew that she was developing unhealthy feelings towards him, but she couldn’t understand why. He treated her like crap, constantly humiliating her and putting her down, and yet that just made her more determined to win his affection. It had felt like a huge victory when, after months of only fucking her ass and mouth, he finally deigned to fuck her pussy. Lara had been so grateful that she had actually thanked him, and then immediately regretted it when he told her what a pathetic slut she was. It seemed that nothing she did was good enough for him.
A typical date with Pierce usually took the form of a public outing at a very expensive and exclusive restaurant or party, so that he could show her off, followed by a long night of degrading sex in his hotel room. The thought of all the dirty things he made her do with him made her blush self-consciously and pull her tan-coloured trench coat tighter around her body. The trench coat was somewhat unusual: Lara’s dates typically liked her dressed up in her most stylish outfits, ready to be paraded around on their arm for all of high society to see. Occasionally, she would get a request to wear a specific style or colour lingerie, but that was about it. As a side note, she was quite shocked to discover how many men had a kink for thigh-high stockings and garter belts.
Lara was surprised when Mary delivered her latest new outfit to her, telling her that Pierce had specifically requested that she wear it for their next date. It was Lara’s decision to wear her stylish tan-coloured trench coat over the top of the outfit, since she didn’t want to be seen in public wearing it. Underneath her tan trench coat, Lara was wearing what could only be described as a slutty cosplay version of a schoolgirl’s uniform. The top of the uniform was a white cotton short-sleeve shirt; but although the shirt itself fit perfectly around her slender waist, it was about two sizes too small for her around the chest.
The small cotton shirt could barely contain Lara’s large breasts, which were mashed up against her chest, making them appear even larger and rounder. Mary had instructed her not to wear a bra, so the outlines of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin white material. The shirt was so small that Lara couldn’t even do-up the top three buttons, which exposed not only the gorgeous upper curves of her breasts, but also the deep V-shape formed by her central cleavage. At least the shirt was full length, rather than a sleazy midriff-top, but that only served to draw more attention to the obscenely short skirt beneath it.
The skirt was made from pleated green tartan and sat high up on Lara’s waist, before flaring outwards over her hourglass hips and gorgeous round buttocks. Had the waist of the skirt been larger, she would have been able to wear it lower around her hips. As it was, it sat up above her bellybutton, which did emphasise her tiny waist, but it also meant that the hem of the skirt was sitting up way higher than it should have. The green pleated skirt only barely covered her backside and crotch, and any time she bent forward it caused the skirt to ride up and expose half of her ass.
Below the skirt, Lara was wearing a pair of plain white panties, a pair of long black knee-high socks, and a pair of laced shoes, which looked like school shoes at the front but had 4 inch heels at the back.   The outfit was completed by her hair, which had been tied up in two high long pigtails. The outfit reminded Lara of her old school uniform, which she had worn at Gordonstone Girl’s Boarding School, but she assumed it must just be a coincidence and decided to focus her attention on the day ahead.
Lara had extra incentive to perform well today. Pierce had teased her on several occasions that if she shaped up, he might have to buy her from Mary. Lara had initially dismissed the comments as more of Pierce’s mind games, but he’d repeated the words again on multiple occasions, which gave her the faint hope that he might actually be serious. If anyone had the wealth and influence to convince Natla to release her from this punishment, it was a billionaire media mogul like Pierce Bosworth. Lara found herself idly wondering what it would be like to be Mrs Lara Bosworth. She doubted a high-powered alpha male like Pierce would let her keep her family name. He’d become Lord Bosworth, Earl of Abingdon, and she’d be Lady Bosworth…
Lara realised she was daydreaming again and looked out the window of her Bentleigh to see where Winston was driving her. Rather than meeting him in London, Pierce had ordered her to attend him at a country estate about 2 hours from Croft Manor. As they drove down the country lanes, Lara got the odd feeling that she had been here before, but she couldn’t recall when. When they arrived at their destination, Lara observed a fully renovated medieval castle, complete with high stone battlements, a drawbridge and a moat. Winston drove her car over the drawer bridge and through the open arched portcullis, into the central courtyard.
Pierce was waiting for her just outside the entrance to the main keep, wearing one of his expensive tailored suits.
“You can leave her with me, Winston. I’ll drop her back home afterwards.” Pierce said.
Winston nodded and flashed Lara a lascivious smirk that said he knew full well what she’d be doing for the rest of the evening.
“Lara, I hope you’re wearing the outfit I ordered under there.” Pierce said.
“I am able to follow instructions!” Lara said testily.
Lara felt tingles whenever she saw Pierce, but she tried to hide how much she had begun to crave his company. She feared that he would just use that knowledge to belittle her, or worse reject her. She hated how much she wanted to please him, but she couldn’t help it. She felt like Belle from Beauty and the Beast, trying to tame him – although part of her worried that it was actually him that was taming her.
“I hope so: I’ve got the entire English Cricket Team waiting inside, and I promised them a slutty schoolgirl stripper.” Pierce said earnestly.
The colour drained from Lara’s face.
“Pierce, please! I can’t… perform in front of that many people! Word would get out!” Lara pleaded.
An amused grin spread across Pierce’s handsome face. Damn it, Lara thought! He’s gotten a rise out of me again!
“Just kidding, Lara! You’re just here as a birthday present for an old friend of mine. His wife’s been a bit frigid the last few years, so he could use a bit of fun.” Pierce said.
“Will you be staying?” Lara blurted out, before she could stop herself.
She hated how desperate it made her sound. Pierce apparently came to the same conclusion and smiled smugly.
“Actually, I thought my friend and I could tag-team you. I’ve never tried a devil’s triangle before, so it’ll be something to tell the grandkids.” Pierce answered.
Lara hated that she couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. Pierce was an enigma to her and she just couldn’t read him – which perversely made her want him even more.
Pierce led her through an oversized arched wooden door, made from heavy oak 6-inches-thick and reinforced with bands of blackened steel, which looked formidable enough to withstand a medieval siege. Once inside, the interior of the hall betrayed its medieval heritage, although there were many modern touches to soften its austere martial appearance: luxurious rugs on the floor, expensive artworks on the stone walls and stylish furniture surrounding a large stone hearth. Once again, Lara was struck by a feeling of deja vu – she felt certain that she had been here before, but no matter how she searched her memories, she couldn’t remember when. As they walked through the hall towards another doorway, Lara’s curiosity finally got the better of her.
“Pierce, whose house is this?” Lara asked.
Pierce merely grinned at her and opened the door, gesturing her to enter. On the other side, Lara found herself standing in an extensive double-storey library. It had floor to ceiling shelves bursting with books, with several high ladders on rails used to access the books on the upper shelves. At the centre of the library was a heavy wooden desk, surrounded by 4 brown high-backed leather chairs. Seated in the far most chair, wearing a pair of black pants and a red velvet smoking jacket, was her father’s long-time friend, Lord Herbert Hammersley.
“Pierce, you didn’t tell me Lara would be joining us? Is she part of this mysterious birthday present you keep hinting at?” Lord Hammersley asked.
“Actually Herb, she is the present.” Pierce said.
Lord Hammersley looked confused, and Lara realised that he mustn’t have heard the rumours about her new profession. This wasn’t surprising, since his estate was rather remote and he and his wife didn’t travel to London very often; but it meant that she would now have to see the expression on his face when he found out. If anything, that made the situation even more embarrassing. What was she supposed to tell him? Hi, remember me? I’m the daughter of your best friend and used to play hide and seek in your castle. So anyway, I’m a prostitute now, but only for the rich and famous, and I’m here to fuck you for your birthday!
“Tell him, Lara.” Pierce prompted.
Lara felt herself turning bright red with embarrassment. She wished that the floor would open up and swallow her. In the end, she couldn’t think of anything to say, so she simply unbuttoned the front of her trench coat and slid it off her shoulders. Lord Hammersley gasped in shock as he gazed upon Lara’s slutty schoolgirl uniform.
“Pierce asked me to… look after you.” Lara said cryptically.
“What do you mean?” Lord Hammersley asked, as his own face became flushed with excitement.
Taking a deep breath, Lara reached beneath her skirt and pulled her white cotton panties down around her ankles, before bending forward and then handing them to Lord Hammersley.
“What would you like it to mean?” Lara asked huskily.
She felt sick to her stomach, being forced to seduce an old family friend like this. She glanced over at Pierce, who nodded encouragingly. Lara was torn between her disgust at being forced to debase herself like this and her desire not to disappoint Pierce.
“I’d heard some young women saying that you were working as a prostitute. I just assumed they were being bitchy, but it’s true, isn’t it?” Lord Hammersley said.
His face had lost all expression, and Lara couldn’t tell whether he was angry, disgusted or just surprised. She had no idea what he was thinking.
“I prefer the term ‘escort’. I provide companionship for important and distinguished men, like yourself.” Lara explained.
“And Pierce?” Lord Hammersley asked.
“Pierce is… a regular client of mine.” Lara said, blushing with shame as she said the words.
Lord Hammersley burst out laughing. Lara glanced over at Pierce again, this time confused about what she should do next.
“Pierce, you sly devil! I never had you pegged for someone who’d hire a pro!” Lord Hammersley said.
“She’s not cheap, but she’s worth every penny!” Pierce said smirking.
Lord Hammersley looked her up and down like a piece of meat. Lara shuddered with barely concealed revulsion as he started running his hands up and down her body. Lord Hammersley was old and overweight, with thinning grey hair and a ruddy complexion. Lara didn’t find him the least bit attractive.
“Incredible! You even had her wear her old school uniform!” Lord Hammersley said.
I knew it seemed familiar, Lara thought! Without warning, Lord Hammersley grasped the front of her shirt and ripped it open, exposing her chest.
“Magnificent!” Lord Hammersley commented, as he fondled Lara’s impressive breasts.
Lara began to remove her shirt.
“No, leave it on.” Lord Hammersley told her.
He reached up and grabbed both halves of her open shirt, pulling the lower front corners up around her ribcage and then tying them together beneath her breasts. As he pulled the two halves taught, the material forced her breasts up and together, cupping them like a push-up bra. With her thigh-high stockings, short skirt and tied-off shirt, Lara felt like a pornographic version of Britany Spears from her Baby One More Time music video. Still, as degrading as her outfit was, she realised that the high-waisted skirt was doing a good job of concealing her humiliating tattoos, thereby saving her from another embarrassing conversation.
“Why don’t you take a seat and let our naughty little schoolgirl take care of you?” Pierce suggested.
Lord Hammersley grinned and sat back in his high-backed leather armchair. With the high arms, Lara realised she wouldn’t be able to straddle him, so instead she sat down backwards onto his lap, facing away from him. She immediately felt his hands roaming her body, with one hand coming to rest between her thighs, while the other squeezed and groped her exposed breasts. Lara started to grind her naked ass back and forth against Lord Hammersley’s crotch.
“How would you like me?” Lara asked huskily.
Lord Hammersley’s eyes darted between her and Pierce.
“With him in the room?” Lord Hammersley asked.
“You’re not shy are you, Herb?” Pierce mocked gently.
“No! It’s just… one man normally doesn’t watch another man doing these sorts of things.” Lord Hammersley said, clearly flustered.
“Well, it’ll be difficult for us to do that thing you told me your wife did that one time, without me in the room. You know – the thing that you’ve always regretted she never let you try again.” Pierce responded cryptically.
Lord Hammersley’s eyes lit up with excitement.
“Are you serious? She’ll let us do double penetration?” Lord Hammersley asked.
“She’s been looking forward to it, haven’t you Lara?” Pierce said.
“I… sure have.” Lara said with fake enthusiasm.
“So, how should we do this?” Lord Hammersley asked.
“You’re the birthday boy, so you decide.” Pierce answered.
“Let’s start with her on her knees, straddling you, and then we’ll finish with a reverse cowgirl.” Lord Hammersley said.
Lara was shocked to hear a respectable older man like Lord Hammersley speaking so flippantly about sex. It made her reassess everything she thought she knew about him. Then a thought struck her: Pierce said that Lord Hammersley’s wife had once participated in double penetration sex with him. Lara found it impossible to imagine that a stern harridan like Lady Hammersley would ever have participated in something so forbidden and obscene as a threesome with two men. Lara had trouble even imagining Lady Hammersley trying anal, since the woman always acted so morally superior to everyone. It made her wonder how many other upstanding members of British high society were hiding their own dirty little secrets.
Pierce and Lord Hammersley started to undress. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, Lara thought to herself. She took a deep breath.
“Lord Hammersley… I was wondering if you might… stick it in my ass?” Lara asked sweetly.
“I always knew you were a dirty girl!” Lord Hammersley said, the delighted look on his face mirrored by the raging erection that sprung into life between his legs.
Lara didn’t really want to have anal sex with Lord Hammersley – she didn’t really want to have sex with him at all – but she figured that if Lord Hammersley was in her ass, then Pierce would have no choice but to fuck her pussy! Pierce was naked now and lay down on his back. Lara sauntered over to him as sexily as she could, crisscrossing her legs one in front of the other to exaggerate the sensual sway of her hips. She heard Lord Hammersley behind her whistle in appreciation, and she knew that her short swaying skirt must be giving him a good view of her naked ass. But she wasn’t doing it for him – she had her sights set firmly on Pierce.
Lara straddled Pierce’s waist and then maintained simmering eye contact, as she lowered herself down onto his cock. She grinned as she felt her pussy envelope him, and saw his cheeks become flushed. He could belittle and insult her all he liked, but Lara could tell that he enjoyed her company as much as she enjoyed his. Why else would he keep hiring her every week, she thought? She saw Lord Hammersley, now also naked, standing to one side looking perplexed.
“I don’t suppose you brought any lubricant?” Lord Hammersley asked.
“Lara will take care of it for you.” Pierce said with a grin.
Lara knew what was expected of her and turned to face Lord Hammersley, while licking her lips suggestively. Lord Hammersley approached her and presented his cock. Lara looked up at him and hated the smug expression on his face. This man had been one of her father’s oldest and dearest friends. How could he treat her like this, she wondered? She opened her mouth and started sliding her lips up and down his cock. She knew that he would soon be sticking it inside her ass, so she gave him the sloppiest blowjob she could manage. She licked her tongue all over his cock, coating it in her saliva. Soon, excess saliva was drooling from her lips and down her chin, and her mouth was making wet slurping noises with each downward bob of her head.
Lord Hammersley grabbed hold of Lara’s pigtails and used them as handles to guide her mouth up and down on his cock. His shaft was now gleaming with her wet saliva, and it was time for the main event to begin. He pulled out of her mouth and circled around behind her. He had the decency to spit down into her ass crack, to add a little extra lubrication, before pressing his cock between her firm round cheeks. Lara relaxed her muscles for him and waited.
Lord Hammersley felt like he was in a wet dream. He lifted the back of Lara’s pleated skirt and gazed down at the firm round globes of her ass. He pressed his cockhead against her tiny brown sphincter and pushed. He expected some resistance, but was surprised to see her asshole expand effortlessly open around the tip of his cock and swallow it inside.
“Jesus!” Lord Hammersley moaned, as her tight asshole eagerly swallowed the entire length of his cock.
Lord Richard Croft’s daughter had certainly changed, he thought! He still remembered the young girl she had been, playing hide-and-seek around his castle. Delightful girl, he thought. He had watched her from afar as she flowered into a beautiful young woman. He once heard a friend comment that Lara Croft had the face of an angel and the body of a whore. Judging by her well-used asshole, she also had the morals of a whore as well. Lord Hammersley grunted as he ploughed Lara’s stretched asshole. He could feel his cock rubbing against Pierce’s through the thin walls separating Lara’s pussy and ass, and it made everything feel tighter and more intense.
Lord Hammersley smiled with delight at the feeling of tightness and warmth that enveloped his cock like a silky glove. He chuckled to himself as he remembered all the times that Lord Richard Croft had bragged about his brilliant daughter’s accomplishments. He had loved Richard like a brother, but his endless praise for his daughter had become tedious by the end. As he pistoned his cock in and out of Lara’s yielding asshole, he suddenly wished that Richard was still alive. What would he have said, if he could see his precious daughter now – being double-fucked like a common whore? I bet that sight would shut him up, Lord Hammersley thought!
“You’re not daddy’s little golden girl anymore, are you?” Lord Hammersley grunted, as he humped Lara’s ass from behind.
She didn’t answer him, but he saw her cheeks flush with what he thought must be embarrassment. Lord Hammersley yanked backwards on Lara’s long ponytails, forcing her to arch her back. He looked down at her heart-shaped ass, sticking out from beneath her skirt. The sight of her tiny asshole expanding and contracting around his cock was mesmerising. Her ass was so tight and soft and warm…
“Ahhhh!” Lara heard Lord Hammersley moan, as he abruptly stopped thrusting and pulled-out of her quivering ass.
“What’s wrong?” Lara asked.
“Time to… switch positions.” Lord Hammersley said, breathing heavily.
Lara watched the old man lie down on his back and beckon her forward. Lara reluctantly extricated herself from Pierce’s cock. She walked over to where Lord Hammersley was lying and straddled his body, facing away from him. Then she squatted down on top of him, while reached down between her legs and guiding his cock inside her slippery asshole. She shivered as she slid her stretched sphincter all the way down his shaft, impaling herself on it. Then she spread her legs wide apart and waited impatiently for Pierce to move between them.
“Mmmmm…” Lara moaned happily, as she felt Pierce’s cock slide inside her wet pussy.
The cock filling her ass made her pussy feel even tighter and more sensitive. Lara leaned back against Lord Hammersley’s chest and wrapped her long athletic legs around Pierce’s waist. She looked up longingly into his eyes as he fucked her. Lara tried to ignore Lord Hammersley’s sweaty body beneath and his stinking breath upon her neck, and tried to pretend that it was just her and Pierce. She made sure to clench her tight pussy each time her thrust inside her, in order to make the sex feel even more intense for him. She could see him starting to breathe more quickly and sweat was dripping down his forehead.
Lara grinned triumphantly as she sensed that she might actually be about to beat Pierce at his own game and outlast him. As if sensing her thoughts, Pierce grinned and slowed the pace of his thrusting, bringing his breathing back under control. Lara was having none of it and started sliding her black knee-high socks up and down his back, trying to add to his stimulation. At the same time, she started counter-thrusting her hips up into him, trying to make their undulating bodies move as one. This had the unintended side-effect of slamming her asshole up and down on Lord Hammersley’s cock, which was impaling her from beneath, but she didn’t care. Lara’s world shrunk down until she and Pierce were the only two beings in existence.
Pierce was shocked by how horny Lara was making him. He had fucked her dozens of times over the last 9 months, but each time felt as good as the first – perhaps even better. He kept thinking that he might tire of her, but he never did. The more she defied him, the more he wanted to dominate and control her. He found himself growing jealous of her other dates. He smiled at how foolish that sounded, since here he was, forcing her to have a threesome with another man, but he couldn’t help how he felt.
Pierce liked to tell his friends a joke: What’s the difference between a beautiful woman and a Ferrari? The answer: both are expensive and will give a man a good ride, but the Ferrari is the only one you’ll want to ride more than once. For the first time in his life, he found he wanted to ride the same woman more than once. Was this love, he wondered? Maybe not, but it was probably as close as a man like him would ever come to it. He pushed these unsettling thoughts from his mind and stared down at the beautiful Countess beneath him.
He was breathing heavily and approaching orgasm. Lara looked up at him and grinned. Her thoughts were completely transparent to him, as they always were. She thought she was so clever and mysterious, but he could read her emotions like an open book. He immediately slowed the pace of his thrusting, and enjoyed the pouty look on her face, as she realised that she wouldn’t win their ongoing orgasm contest so easily. She gamely started sliding her legs up and down his back. The long black socks she was wearing looked incredibly sexy on her and felt amazing sliding against his back. He realised that she might actually win.
On impulse, he leaned forward and kissed her. Not one of his usual cruel, sloppy kisses, but a romantic French kiss. That did the trick. He felt Lara’s body start to clench and buck beneath him. She moaned into his mouth as she orgasmed. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, clinging to him as tightly as a baby, as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. He couldn’t let her have things entirely her own way, so he yanked backwards on one of her ponytails and forced her to arch her neck backwards. He enjoyed the look of revulsion on her face, as Lord Hammersley crammed his own tongue between Lara’s lips.
He guessed that Lord Hammersley must also be cuming, because the man had stopped thrusting and was holding his cock ball’s-deep inside Lara’s ass. Pierce gazed down at Lara’s gorgeous sweaty body, struggling against Lord’s Hammersley’s grip. He smiled at the look of revulsion on her beautiful face, as she vainly tried to stop Lord Hammersley sticking his tongue down her throat. When she finally managed to pry her mouth away, her lips and chin were wet with his saliva. She gazed up at Pierce with an annoyed expression on her face. Pierce sighed contentedly and finally allowed himself to cum.
Lara was both annoyed and elated: on the one hand, she had narrowly failed in her attempt to outlast Pierce; but on the other hand, in order to make her cum first, Pierce had actually kissed her. Not a forceful degrading kiss, but a long, soft and passionate kiss – the kind of kiss you gave to a lover. Her elation soon turned into revulsion when the overweight Lord Hammersley decided to get in on the action and thrust his own tongue between her lips. His breath tasted foul, and his old sloppy tongue felt like a slimy slug slithering around inside her mouth. Then she felt Pierce cum inside her, and all of her other worries were forgotten.
She pressed her body against him, trying to squeeze every last drop of cum from Pierce’s cock. She could feel it jetting against the back of her clenching pussy. She imagined it dripping down the walls of her pussy like sweet golden honey. Lara craned her neck upwards, trying to kiss him again, but he placed a hand against her cheek and casually pushed her away to the side. Off-balanced, Lara toppled sideways off Lord Hammersley’s body and landed on her face with her butt stuck up in the air. It was at that worst possible moment that Lady Hammersley burst into the library.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Lady Hammersley shouted angrily.
“It’s not what it looks like…” Lord Hammersley mumbled.
Lara reddened as she realised how unladylike she must look at that very moment, dressed in her slutty schoolgirl costume. She was on the floor, with her naked ass sticking up in the air and cum leaking from her pussy and asshole.
“Pierce Bosworth, you are no longer welcome in my house, and take your whore with you!” Lady Hammersley stormed.
Lara blushed with shame at being caught in so humiliating a position. She climbed to her feet and avoided eye contact with Lady Hammersley, as she collected her trench coat. Pierce didn’t look the least bit ashamed of himself and unhurriedly dressed in his suit, which he had folded neatly over one of the chairs. Lord Hammersley had the look of a man who knew he was in trouble but regretted nothing. Now covered by her long tan trench coat, Lara waited in awkward silence for Pierce to finish dressing. She could feel Lady Hammersley staring daggers at her, and she felt compelled to try and explain herself.
“Lady Hammersley, I…” Lara started to say.
“Be gone, slut! And don’t let me ever see you around here again. I’m going to warn all of my friends about what a dirty whore you are, in case you try to seduce their husbands as well!” Lady Hammersley shouted.
Seduce, Lara thought? How could she possibly think that Lara Croft would voluntarily seduce an old and overweight man like her husband? Was she delusional? At that moment, Lara realised that she would probably never return to Lord Hammersley’s estate, and she found that she didn’t care. She had never really liked Lady Hammersley anyway, and Lord Hammersley had turned-out not to be the upstanding man she thought he was. Lara hoped she never had to see either of them again.
“He wouldn’t need a slut like me if his wife took care of him properly!” Lara quipped back.
Lady Hammersley’s mouth gaped open in speechless outrage. Before the older woman could think of a reply, Lara pushed past her and strode from the library. She walked back down the large central staircase, through the main hall and out into the courtyard. She was forced to wait there for several minutes until Pierce finally joined her. He unlocked his red Ferrari coupe and opened the passenger door for her.
“We’ll, I doubt Lady Hammersley will be inviting either of us over for another visit anytime soon!” Pierce said grinning.
Lara couldn’t believe how unashamed he looked, despite his behaviour.
“You really don’t have any shame, do you?” Lara asked incredulously.
Pierce grinned and unzipped his fly.
“No, but let’s be honest – neither do you.” Pierce replied.
Lara sighed and leaned across the luxurious interior of the sports car, and started bobbing her mouth up and down on Pierce’s cock. It was going to be a long and enjoyable drive back to London, she thought.

12 MONTHS LATER…
Lara felt nervous, as she was escorted by a burley security guard up to Natla’s private office. They arrived at the top floor of Natla Technology’s London headquarters, and she 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 a reception desk.
“Sarah? What are you doing here?” Lara asked.
Lara hadn’t seen Sarah in almost a year – not since her nullified wedding, right before the events in Mary’s stables.
“I’m Natla’s personal assistant now.” Sarah answered happily.
“Are you… happy doing that?” Lara asked, choosing her words carefully.
“Oh yes! Miss Natla’s an awesome boss! I love working for her so much!” Sarah answered enthusiastically.
“That’s… great.” Lara answered, immediately suspecting that Natla had used her mind control drugs to reprogram Sarah, in the same way that she had brainwashed Winston.
“She’s been so generous to me: she’s letting me stay with her and she’s even teaching me to be a masseuse in the evenings.” Sarah said.
“But, weren’t you studying to be a fashion designer?” Lara asked, confused.
“Oh, that was just a childish fad. Miss Natla showed me that being a personal masseuse is my true calling. She lets me practice on her every night before bed, and sometimes during her lunchbreak. She says I’m getting very good – especially at the happy endings, which she told me are mandatory. My tongue still gets really tired afterwards, but she’s been terrifically patient with me. She says that once I’m fully trained, she’s going to get me a job overseas in the Middle East or South America.” Sarah said excitedly.
Lara was appalled. Natla had turned Sarah into her virtual sex slave. She wanted to say something, but she could tell from the expression on Sarah’s face that it was already too late for the young blonde woman. Sarah was entirely under Natla’s spell, and when the older woman tired of her, she was doomed to spend the rest of her life in some Middle Eastern harem, or a South American brothel.
“Ummm, is Natla ready to see me?” Lara asked.
“She’s expecting you. Go right in.” Sarah said chirpily.
Lara left the large outer office that housed Sarah’s reception desk, and walked through a pair of sliding glass doors that opened automatically. On the other side of the doors was an enormous office that was larger than most people’s houses. The room was decorated with expensive artworks, and one entire wall consisted of full length windows that showed-off a multi-million dollar view of the London skyline. At the far end of the room was an imposing glass desk, in the centre of the room were several large sofas laid out in a square shape, and directly in front of her was a long conference table with at least 20 chairs around it.
Lara had been expecting to see Mary here as well, but only Natla was waiting for her inside. She was seated on the far side of the long conference table, wearing one of her dark-grey business suits. Natla’s face was unreadable, and Lara felt nervous, like a college graduate attending her first job interview. This woman had the power of life and death over her, and she tried desperately to think if she had done anything to displease her.
“Lara, please sit down. I’ve invited you here so that we could have a quiet chat, away from Mary.” Natla said.
So, Natla had deliberately left Mary out of this meeting. Lara’s interest was immediately piqued.
“One of your clients, Mr Bosworth, has made me an interesting proposal. He’s offered to pay me a large sum of money to buy-out your debt to me. He would, in effect, be purchasing you.” Natla said.
Lara’s eyes widened with excitement and her heart soared at the news. Pierce really did care about her, and now he was going to rescue her! No wonder Natla wanted their conversation kept secret from Mary: her former friend was making a fortune from pimping Lara out, and took great pleasure from humiliating Lara and controlling every aspect of her life. She would have kept Lara a slave forever, if it were upto her.
“I take it from your expression that you would be in favour of this arrangement?” Natla asked.
Lara swallowed and nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“Before you get too excited, you should know that this arrangement comes with a number of conditions, both his and mine. These conditions are non-negotiable, and failure to abide by them will result in you spending the rest of your life in prison.” Natla explained.
She had been expecting this: Natla had enough blackmail material to put Lara away for the rest of her life, and she was never going to give-up leverage like that. Natla had also said many times that she wanted Lara to suffer for all of the inconvenience that she had caused. Lara was certain that Natla’s conditions would be harsh, and she was just as certain that she would agree to all of them. Anything was better than the sick mockery that her life had become.
“You will agree to marry Mr Bosworth and bear him as many children as he desires. Mr Bosworth will become the new Earl of Abingdon, and you will abandon the Croft family name and become Lady Bosworth, his obedient and devoted wife. You will turn over your passport to me and never again travel outside of England. You will reside at the former Croft Manor, henceforth to be known as Bosworth Manor, and you will not leave the grounds unless in the company of your husband. You will never divorce your husband and should you become a widow, you will not leave your estate without my express permission.” Natla said.
Lara realised that this arrangement would see her under virtual house arrest for the rest of her life. It chafed her pride to think that she would spend the rest of her life as an obedient and subjugated housewife, completely dependent upon her husband’s permission to do anything. She also worried about whether she was ready to have children so soon. Pierce was 16 years older than her, and Natla seemed to be implying that he was eager for her to produce an heir immediately. However, despite her misgivings, Lara was smart enough to realise that this was probably the best deal she would ever get. Furthermore, if she was married to Pierce, he would have a vested interest in protecting her and she might even find some happiness in being the mother of his children.
Lara nodded her agreement and Natla went on.
“The last condition was requested by Mary, and I’ve chosen to permit it as a concession to her. I think Mary believes that you’ll refuse her condition, and then she’ll get to keep using your services.” Natla said.
You mean she’ll get to keep making vast sums of money by pimping me out to everyone she knows, Lara thought bitterly!
“I, on the other hand, think that you’re made of sterner stuff.” Natla said.
“What’s the condition?” Lara asked, determined to do whatever it took to escape from Mary’s clutches.
“Mary wants to hire you out for one last performance. You’ll be putting on a live sex show at an exclusive swinger’s party. Mary says that they’re prepared to pay 20 times your normal fee for the performance, although you should know that your share of the proceeds will be going to Winston as a severance payment – since I doubt that Mr Bosworth will want to keep him around once you’re married.” Natla said.
300,000 pounds for a live sex show, Lara thought. Could she sink any lower? She was a noble Countess, who had attended the very best schools and mingled with the highest level of English society; and now she was being reduced to the status of an Amsterdam sex worker. It was so demeaning, she thought – to be forced to humiliate herself for the gratification of people that were not her equals, either in beauty, breeding or intelligence. Mary had done this deliberately, Lara thought bitterly. She probably thought that Lara would chicken out, and then be forced to spend the next 8 years under her thumb. Lara hated how much power Mary had over her and resolved to do whatever it took to free herself.
“If this is problem, I can tell Mr Bosworth that the deal is off.” Natla said, seeing Lara’s hesitation.
Lara took a deep breath and met Natla’s stern gaze. “No! I’ll do it!” she said determinedly.
Lara was given the rest of the week off, with Mary cancelling all of her previously booked ‘dates’. Mary said that she didn’t want Lara looking tired for her last performance. The thought of having sex in front of an unknown number of people made Lara feel sick with anxiety. She was also deeply concerned about exactly what her performance would entail. Given that her anonymous clients were willing to pay so much money to see it, Lara doubted it would be anything as simple as a striptease followed by some public masturbation.
Lara suspected that Mary had something far more humiliating planned for her. After all, Natla had let slip that Mary was dead-set against her being sold to Pierce, and Lara felt certain that Mary would do everything in her power to try and sabotage that arrangement. And since Mary couldn’t persuade Pierce not to buy her, and she had no power to stop Natla from selling her, that meant trying to force Lara to quit her last performance. Well, Lara was determined to disappoint her. Even if she had to gangbang a hundred men on stage, while hundreds of her former friends and acquaintances watched, she resolved not to let Mary win.
Saturday came around quickly, and Lara dressed in the outfit that Mary had picked for her to wear. Calling it an outfit was probably being overly kind, since it was actually little more than revealing white lingerie. Mary obviously had a sense of humour – dressing Lara in what looked like bridal lingerie, on the eve of her being sold into an arranged marriage. Lara sighed and dressed in her ‘outfit’, before placing her tan-coloured trench coat over the top. When she walked downstairs, she was surprised to find Mary waiting for her.
“I’ll be coming with you, to make sure nothing goes wrong.” Mary told her.
More likely, you’re coming with me to try and sabotage me, Lara thought! Mary led the way outside, to where Winston was waiting in the driver’s seat of the Bentleigh. Mary and Lara got into the backseat and then they headed off in the direction of London.
“It’s not too late to back out.” Mary said, about an hour into their drive.
When Lara didn’t respond, Mary went on.
“Come-on Lara, you don’t want to get married to some old man like Pierce Bosworth. Why not keep working for me? I might even give you an extra day off each week, just to show you how generous I can be.” Mary said.
Lara didn’t buy it for a second. Mary was just saying whatever she thought would make Lara stay with her. Lara had no doubt that as soon as Pierce withdrew his offer of marriage, Mary would go back to her usual horrible self.
“It’s over, Mary! Whatever horrible things you have planned for me today, I’m going to do them and then I’m never going to see you again!” Lara said.
“We’ll see…” Mary said ominously.
When they arrived at their destination, Lara was surprised to find herself outside a private theatre building, which had a sign outside stating that it was “Closed For Renovations”. Winston dropped them off out the front, and Lara followed Mary around to the side entrance. There were two muscular bouncers standing outside the side door. Lara saw the guards smile as they checked her out, which made her unconsciously pull her trench coat tighter around her body. The guards opened the heavy steel door and allowed them through, before locking it again behind them.
Mary led Lara up a narrow flight of stairs, into what looked like a reception area with a cloak room. What shocked Lara was that all of the people she saw were naked, except for ornate bronze-coloured masks. A woman emerged from behind a curtain and greeted them. She was also wearing a bronze mask, but unlike the others present, she was also wearing skimpy black lingerie.
“Welcome, honoured guests. Please disrobe in the changing rooms and return your clothes and personal items here for safe keeping. No phones or electronic devices are permitted inside.” The woman said, handing both of them a small plastic tub for their clothes.
Lara saw that the tubs both contained genderless bronze masks, identical to the one that the woman behind the counter was wearing. The wall opposite the reception desk had about a dozen temporary cubicles that reminded Lara of department store changing rooms. Lara walked into one of the cubicles and closed the curtain behind her. She didn’t have much clothing to change, so she folded her trench coat and placed it inside the tub, and then tied the bronze mask up over her face. Then she exited the change room and handed her tub to the lingerie-clad receptionist.
“I’m afraid that shoes aren’t allowed either – you’ll need to leave them here.” The receptionist said.
Lara frowned and handed over her white high heels. The receptionist took her tub and placed it inside a numbered locker behind her. Lara waited in the reception area for Mary to emerge. When she did several minutes later, Lara was shocked to see that Mary was completely naked, save for her bronze mask. Lara suddenly got a bad feeling about her own outfit.
Mary led her out of the reception area and through a large double door. They emerged onto a wide balcony, and Lara’s jaw dropped as she took in the scene before her. Inside the enormous room were hundreds of people having every sort of sex imaginable – gay, straight, bisexual… couples, threesomes, gangbangs… anything you could imagine, someone was doing it. What made the orgy even weirder was that everyone involved was wearing a bronze mask, save for those people who had slid their masks on top of their heads in order to perform oral sex. The expressionless masks made all of the orgy’s participants appear completely calm and serene. It was an appearance that was entirely at odds with the frenzied manner in which they were fucking one another.
Mary took Lara by the hand and led her around the wide balcony and down a large spiral staircase. Several people fucking on the staircase saw them coming and stepped aside to allow them past. There were several hundred people in the hall, with an even mix of men and women. Now that they were on the ground level, walking around the couples and groups fucking on the carpeted floor, Lara saw that not everyone was completely naked. About half of the women present and about one in ten of the men were wearing black lingerie. The women had on black stockings and garter belts, but no bras or panties, while the men were wearing black leather harnesses across their chests and ribs, like something out of a gladiator movie.
“The people wearing lingerie are prostitutes and available for anyone to use. Everyone else is a free person and must give their consent.” Mary said, seeing her interest.
As Mary spoke, Lara noticed that some of the lingerie-clad men and women were holding trays of drinks, which they brought around to the various groups of fornicating guests. There seemed to be some unspoken rule that these servers were off-limits, except for some light groping as they walked around. But that still didn’t explain why no one had accosted her yet. Lara was wearing lingerie and she obviously wasn’t serving anyone, so why was she being left alone, she wondered? It gave her a bad feeling, especially as she was the only woman present wearing white lingerie. It made her feel like a virgin sacrifice, waiting to be presented to a horrible monster.
Mary led Lara around dozens of small orgies and through a side door, into what looked like a backstage area. The area was filled with scaffolding, spare lights and theatre props.
“Before you go out on stage, I thought you might want to meet your co-star.” Mary said.
Lara followed Mary to the end of a walkway, where a dark-haired Russian woman was smoking a cigarette. The woman was aged in her early 40’s, with a stern face and wearing black motorcycle leathers.
“Lara, meet Natasha. She’s the best in the world at what she does.” Mary said.
Now it was Lara’s turn to be confused. Why would Mary have thought that she would baulk at putting on a Lesbian show, she wondered? True, she wasn’t looking forward to putting on such a spectacle in front of a large audience, but making love to a woman was nothing new for Lara, after months of being Sarah’s sex slave.
“Good to meet you.” Natasha said, holding out her hand.
Lara shook it, nonplussed.
“Lara would like a sneak peek, before the show.” Mary told Natasha.
“Nervous, huh? No need: my dogs are all expertly trained. You are in no danger of being attacked.” Natasha explained.
Wait, did she just say dogs? Surely not, Lara told herself, but she felt a growing sense of dread in the pit of her stomach.
Natasha walked through a fire exit door and returned a few moments later leading a huge black Doberman. Lara knew that this breed of dog could be extremely vicious, which was why they were favoured as attack dogs by various criminal organisations. In fact, the only reason that Dobermans stopped being used as military and police dogs is that they lacked an undercoat to their fur. That made them less suited to cold weather conditions, unlike German Shepherds. This particular dog was large, even for a Doberman: its head came up to her waist and it looked as though its front paws would easily have reached her shoulders, if it reared-up onto its hind legs.
“Still certain you want to go through with this?” Mary asked smugly.
Lara’s face went pale and her hands started to shake. Being forced to fuck Mary’s horses had been bad enough; but to be forced to have sex with a dog, in front of hundreds of people – it was horrific and unthinkable! She came so close to backing out and letting Mary win. Surely a few more years working as a prostitute wouldn’t be so bad, a small voice in her head suggested? The only thing that kept her going was the thought of losing Pierce, and the butterflies that she felt in her stomach anytime he was around. The Russian woman saw Lara’s reluctance and tried to reassure her.
“I know he looks big, but he only weighs 80 pounds.” Natasha said.
Lara didn’t find that at all reassuring, since she only weighed about 125 pounds, and she was reasonable certain that all 80 pounds of the sleek Doberman’s weight was pure muscle.
“I… I can do this.” Lara answered softly, telling it to herself as much as the other women.
“Excellent!” Natasha said, clapping her on the back. “You are a very beautiful woman. It should be a fantastic show!”
Mary led the stunned Tomb Raider back down the dark corridor, to a small bathroom to freshen up and do her business.
“Wait here while I tell the MC we’re ready.” Mary said.
Lara remained locked inside her toilet stall, trying desperately to calm her nerves, until Mary came in and told her it was time to go on stage. Lara followed Mary through the dark labyrinth of corridors, until they arrived at another backstage area. Lara dared peek around the corner of the stage and saw hundreds of naked masked people sitting in the auditorium-style theatre. Lara’s hands started to shake again, but she clenched them into fists and cursed herself for showing weakness in front of her enemy.
“Distinguished ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this evening’s main event.” The MC announced through his microphone.
There was polite applause, and the theatre lights dimmed until only the brightly lit stage was still visible. Lara was surprised to see that the MC was a middle-aged white man wearing a full suit, making him the only fully-clothed person in the entire building.
“We have something very special planned for you tonight. A spectacle of beauty and debauchery like nothing you have ever witnessed before!” The MC said into the microphone.
An excited murmuring filled the theatre. Mary smiled evilly, as she removed the mask covering Lara’s face.
“No more B-list celebrities or a certain Prime Minister’s youngest daughter!” The MC said with a wink, which drew amused laughs from the audience.
Lara was shocked. The Prime Minister’s youngest daughter was only 18 years old and had a reputation as a party girl. Lara had also heard rumours that she had a drug habit. Had she agreed to perform in order to support her drug addiction, or had she been blackmailed into it, as Lara had been?
“No, tonight’s paramour is woman of class and refinement, whose fame is only exceeded by her beauty. Here tonight, for your entertainment, may I present the world famous Tomb Raider, the 11^th Countess of Abingdon, Lady Lara Croft!” The MC announced.
Thunderous applause filled the theatre and Mary pushed Lara out onto the stage. Lara felt like a deer in the headlights, as she looked out at the packed theatre. The lights from the stage were reflecting off what seemed like hundreds of identical bronze masks, whose expressionless faces stared back at her in silent judgement. It took all of Lara’s self-control not to reach up and attempt to shield her nakedness from the audience.
“Mmmm, doesn’t she look breathtaking, ladies and gentlemen? Although, I believe only virgins are supposed to wear white!” The MC joked.
Lara blushed, as the audience burst into laughter. Being members of high society, most of the audience had probably heard about Lara’s recent exploits as a prostitute. In fact, for all she knew, many of them might have been her customers.
“Why don’t you give us a twirl and show us your outfit?” The MC said.
Lara blushed with shame and the audience applauded and whistled. Taking a deep breath, Lara walked gracefully towards the front of the stage, under the glaringly bright spotlights. She strode forward as confidently and gracefully as she could, but she felt awkward without her heels. It was as if, after an entire year of strutting around in nothing but high heels, her body had adapted to them and now she felt flatfooted without them. She arrived at the front of the stage, where the bright spotlights flooded down around her like a halo. Taking a deep breath, she slowly twirled around for the amusement of the audience.
Mary watched Lara from just offstage, with a mixture and excitement and annoyance. It galled her that after today, she would no longer be able to humiliate and control Lara, as she had done for the past year; but she promised herself that after today’s obscene performance, no one would want anything to do with her. Even as she told herself that, Lara’s thunderous reception by the audience made Mary doubt the truth of that statement. How can they still want her, Mary wondered? Lara was famous and astonishingly beautiful – even Mary had to admit that – but she had been outed as a whore, prepared to sell herself to anyone for the right price. Surely that should have seen her shunned by everyone in their social circle, but instead, her demand only seemed to increase.
Mary knew that she should just content herself with the millions of pounds she had earned from pimping Lara out, and the knowledge that she had destroyed Lara’s reputation amongst polite society; but it still galled her that after tonight, Lara would belong to someone else. Mary heard more applause coming from the audience, as Lara did a slow twirl at the front of the stage. Even without her high heels, Lara’s long athletic legs looked amazing in her white thigh-high stockings. The sheer white stockings were topped by a wide band of frilly white lace, which ended about three quarters of the way up Lara’s firm thighs, and were connected to two pairs of suspenders at the front and back. The suspenders, in turn, were held up by a lacy white garter belt that sat above Lara’s hourglass hips and encircled her tiny waist.
Beneath the garter belt was a pair of crotchless white panties, and above it was a cupless white bra. Actually, to even call them a bra and panties was probably being too generous: they were little more than a collection of thin elastic straps that mimicked the shape of underwear, but had no actual material in-between them to cover anything. Lara’s large breasts bounced freely between the triangular white cords that comprised the ‘cups’ of her bra, while her exposed pussy lips glistened in the bright light. The MC ordered Lara to turn around and touch her toes. Mary felt a thrill of triumph when she made eye contact with Lara, who was blushing furiously as she lid her hands down her long legs, shamelessly displaying both of her tight holes to the audience.
Mary heard a sound coming from behind her and saw the Russian dog trainer, Natasha, and several semi-naked stage hands pushing large mesh cages on wheels. Each of the cages was filled with an enormous Doberman, although they were surprisingly well behaved. When one of the large black dogs snarled, a harsh command from Natasha, spoken in Russian, saw it immediately fall silent with its ears flat against its skull. Mary was amazed at how such powerful animals could be so cowed by a small Russian woman. As Natasha released the first dog from its cage, Mary felt her pulse quicken with excitement. Lara might be free, but after tonight that bitch would be too ashamed to ever show her face in public again!
“But what would beauty be without her beast?” The MC continued, building up to the big reveal. “So we asked ourselves, what could possibly top last month’s gangbang of the exiled Saudi Princess? To answer that question, I would like to present Lady Croft’s lover!”
Natasha walked out on stage, leading an enormous black and brown Doberman on the end of a leash. The audience burst into rapturous applause. Lara was both shocked and dismayed by their enthusiasm for this obscene bestial spectacle. She imagined that this was how it must have felt to be a gladiator in the ancient Roman colosseum, surrounded by thousands of maddened spectators all baying for blood. Lara took a deep breath. There was no going back now. Even if she wanted to back out, she doubted that the sex-crazed crowd would allow her to leave before she completed her task.
Lara saw several semi-naked stage hands setting-up camera equipment around the stage. A moment later, the dark wall at the back of the stage lit up, to reveal 3 enormous LCD TVs. Each screen was at least 6 feet wide and 4 feet high, and showed the front of the stage from three different angles. There were three cameras set-up around the stage on short tripods: one at either end and one at the back. The MC moved away from his podium and spoke directly into Lara’s ear.
“Get down on all fours, side-on to the audience. We’ll start with a blowjob and you’d better not embarrass me, bitch!” The MC hissed through the broad smile that he continued to flash towards the audience.
Lara bristled with anger at his condescending tone, but she forced herself to swallow her pride and do as she was told. A blowjob didn’t sound so bad in the scheme of things. She just hoped that she could get it over with quickly and then put this whole horrible night behind her. Part of her worried that they were filming her, but by now she had starred in so many obscene sex tapes that one more, even one involving sex with a dog, didn’t really make much of a difference.
Natasha led the huge Doberman to the front of the stage. Down on her hands and knees, the muscular dog towered over Lara. Up close, the sleek animal appeared even more impressive, with powerful jaws, a hard barrel chest and lean muscular legs. Then her eyes strayed down under its stomach. Lara swallowed hard, as she saw the bright red cock sheathed between its back legs.
“Lady Croft will now demonstrate how a woman of culture entertains her lover.” The MC announced, to the delight of the audience.
Lara glanced across at the large television monitors at the back of the stage: she saw that one was pointed straight at her face, a second was pointed behind her at her ass, and the third showed a side-on view. Biting back her revulsion, Lara reached down between the Doberman’s legs and began slowly rubbing its cock. The vicious dog growled and shifted on its paws, but didn’t move – a testament to its extensive training. Lara watched as its small red cock slowly emerged from its furry sheath, and to her dismay, it did not remain small for long. After barely a minute of rubbing, the cock grew until it was an impressive 8 inches long and as thick as a man’s. The cock had a blunt, almost flat tip, and looked like a hotdog wiener with a bulbous knot about two thirds of the way down the shaft.
Lara crawled forward until her face was only inches from the canine’s cock. Natasha smiled down at her encouragingly. Lara grimaced in disgust and gingerly took the cock inside her mouth. She was immediately struck by the wrongness of what she was doing. It was as if every instinct in her body was telling her that this wasn’t natural. The taste, the smell, and even the shape of the dog penis were all wrong, but she fought down her revulsion and got to work. Reasoning that she wanted to get this humiliating sex act over with as quickly as possible, Lara used one hand to massage the dog’s dangling balls, while she slid her mouth up and down its shaft.
She could hear the Doberman panting above her, and flinched when she felt its disgusting saliva drip down onto her shoulder. The entire theatre was silent now, as everyone present watched the unfolding display of bestiality with morbid fascination. Lara slid her stretched lips up and down the dog’s red shaft, swallowing about 5 inches before she reached its swollen knot. The dog started instinctively humping its cock forward into Lara’s face, but she held it in place with her left hand, which was grasped firmly around its balls. The Doberman’s knot started to swell in size, and a short time later, it ejaculated and Lara got her first taste of dog cum.
Lara was surprised to find that the warm, salty substance tasted very similar to human cum, although it seemed to be less concentrated and more watery; but the dog made-up for this by producing a lot more of it. Lara would have guessed at least two or three times more than a man, judging by the dozen or so powerful spurts that she swallowed down her throat. She managed to gulp down most of it, although a small amount leaked out from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin. The audience burst into applause and cheers, and Lara blushed when she glanced up at the TV screens and saw a close-up of her cum-covered face.
“Bring on the next one!” The MC ordered.
Next one, Lara wondered? Natasha led the first dog away and Lara’s heart sunk when she returned with a fresh one – this one all black and just as large. Lara was still down on her hands and knees, and Natasha walked the dog around behind her. Lara almost jumped out of her skin when she felt the dog’s coarse wet tongue lapping against her pussy. Natasha knelt down beside her and placed a calming hand on Lara’s shoulder.
“Relax. My dog will get you ready and make you feel good.” Natasha said reassuringly.
The problem was that Lara didn’t want to feel good. Not with a camera pointed right at her face, capturing every emotion. Lara looked straight ahead and tried to exude a countenance of stoicism, but she could feel her cheeks reddening as she grew increasingly flustered. She tried to tell herself that the wetness between her legs was just from the dog’s tongue, but she knew that it wasn’t true. She could feel herself growing more and more excited, both from the canine’s persistent licking, and from the indecency of what she was doing. What was wrong with her, she wondered?
Thankfully for her, the dog stopped licking before she had to endure the embarrassment of orgasming in front of a theatre full of people. Unfortunately, the cessation of licking signalled that the dog was ready to mount her. Lara felt its heavy front paws pressing against her back, before dropping down on either side of her waist. She could feel its hot breath on the back of her neck and its furry chest rubbing against her back. The dog humped forward, but its red cock glanced off of Lara’s wet pussy. It shifted on its hind legs and tried again, and Lara grunted as its thick cock slid inside her.
Lara blushed with shame, as the crowd went wild, shouting and cheering. Lara grunted involuntarily, as the muscular Doberman humped into her pussy from behind. She could feel its girthy knot pounding against her wet pussy lips with each short thrust. Unlike a human lover, the canine humped her rapidly, never giving her a chance to catch her breath or adjust to its thrusting. Lara’s large breasts were swinging pendulously beneath her chest, as her whole body rocked forward in time with the dog’s frantic thrusts.
She tried to crawl forward to alleviate the pressure on her back, but the Doberman snapped its jaws down onto her shoulder. The bite was hard enough to break the skin without drawing blood, but it wasn’t intended to injure her. The bite was the alpha dog’s way of warning its bitch to keep still. Lara yelped in pain and surprise, and immediately stopped moving. The Doberman gripped Lara’s hourglass hips between its forelegs and resumed fucking her.
Lara could feel herself growing wetter, as the beast pounded her pussy. The dog’s tongue had already sent her most of the way towards an orgasm and now its slippery red cock was finishing the job. Lara shut her eyes and tried to control her breathing. She didn’t want to cum in front of all these people, especially while being fucked by a dog. Then something unexpected occurred: the dog rammed forward for the hundredth time, but this time its bulbous knot lodged between her wet pussy lips. Lara’s eyes shot open in horror, as she felt the knot sliding deeper inside her. The Doberman pulled back fractionally and rammed forward again, and this time she felt her pussy lips expand open around the knot.
Lara grunted in pain, as the knot slid inside her pussy, followed rapidly by the rest of the dog’s 8-inch-long cock. As the dog’s balls slapped against her clitoris, the blunt tip of its red cock battered against her sensitive cervix. The sensory overload pushed Lara over the edge and she started to orgasm.
“There she blows!” The MC announced, to more cheers and laughter.
Lara’s face turned bright red, both from the intense shame she felt and from her orgasm. She placed a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her orgasmic moans, as her whole body shook. At some point during her orgasm, she felt the Doberman’s knot start to expand until it was as large as a tennis ball. Then she shivered with embarrassment, as she felt warm dog cum flooding her pussy. When it was finished, Lara expected the beast to pull-out, but instead it climbed off of her back and stepped over her body.
The dog was now standing ass-to-ass with her, but it still had its spent cock lodged inside her pussy. It tried to pull away from her, but its knot was still too swollen and their bodies remained locked together. Lara was mortified: was there anything more obscene and humiliating than being tied to a dog that had just mounted and bred you, she wondered?
“He’ll be like that for about 15 minutes.” Natasha said into Lara’s ear.
Lara hung her head in disgrace, not wanting to look at the audience or the TV monitors. The only sounds she made were subdued grunts of discomfort, each time the canine tried to pull its swollen knot out of her. Natasha left the Doberman lodged inside of her pussy and walked backstage. She returned moments later with another dog, which she led around to Lara’s head. The shamefaced Tomb Raider knew what was expected of her and started sucking. She heard the dog start panting happily, as she took the bright red cock between her lips and licked the blunt tip with her tongue. She felt her cheeks turning bright red, as she heard an obscene chant being picked-up by the crowd.
Over and over again, the audience chanted, “Dog slut! Dog slut! Dog slut!”
She thought about the hundreds of chanting people in the audience, hiding behind their anonymous bronze masks. How many of them knew her? How many of them used to be her friends? How could they all turn on her so easily? How could they be taking such obvious pleasure from watching her being brought down so low? All of these questions ran through her head, as she bobbed her mouth up and down on the thick red dog cock in front of her.
After about 5 minutes, the dog she was sucking came, flooding her mouth with more powerful spurts of watery dog cum. When it finished depositing its gooey cum down her throat, Natasha led the satiated beast away, along with the dog behind her, which had finally managed to untie itself from her pussy. The audience applauded, as the dogs were led off the stage and two fresh animals were brought out. Natasha whispered something into the ear of the MC, who grinned and made a fresh announcement.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m told that our kinky Countess is ready to try some canine double penetration!” The MC said, to more thunderous applause.
Lara’s heart sunk lower. It was quickly becoming apparent that rather than a simple act of bestially, Mary had planned an entire canine gangbang for her! Lara considered objecting, but what would be the point? She’d already had sex with dogs in front of hundreds of anonymous people, so the damage to her reputation was already done. Stopping now would only hurt Lara, since it would give Mary the excuse she needed to get Natla to cancel her deal with Pierce. Then Lara would be stuck with Mary bossing her around for the next 8 years.
Blushing with shame, Lara knew what course of action she needed to take, even though it was going to be the most disgraceful and obscene thing she would ever do in her life. Natasha led the two massive dogs towards her and ordered the first to roll over onto its back. Lara crawled over to it and straddled its fury body. The auditorium went completely silent again, with every set of eyes transfixed upon the beautiful young Countess that was willingly degrading herself for their amusement. As she grasped the dog’s thick red cock and started jerking it to full erection, she couldn’t help but look up at the TV screens on the back wall.
It was surreal, watching herself giving a handjob to a dog. One of the cameras focused on her blushing embarrassed face; another showed her from behind, with her naked ass filling the centre of the screen. Her crotchless panties left her pussy and asshole completely exposed, and the tops of her white stockings were already stained with dog cum that had leaked from her pussy and down her inner thighs. The final screen displayed her and the dog side-on, letting Lara view herself in the third person. She found this view the most embarrassing, since it showed her exactly how lewd and obscene she appeared to the audience watching her.
When the dog’s 8-inch cock was fully erect, she grasped it by the base, just between its furry balls and its bulbous knot, and guided it towards the entrance of her slowly descending pussy. As she squatted downwards, she felt the blunt tip pressing against her pussy lips, and then between them, and then finally through them. Lara shivered, as she impaled herself on 5 inches of thick canine cock, right up to its knot. The Doberman beneath her started growling, clearly not liking the fact that it was being mounted by its bitch, rather than the other way around. It must have felt very unnatural for an aggressive alpha dog like a Doberman, she thought. Lara could sympathise: this whole think felt unnatural to her!
Once her pussy was fully occupied, Natasha led the second dog around behind her. The fact that she was able to make the two dogs share one bitch at the same time spoke volumes about how well trained the animals were. In the wild, there was a very definite pecking-order amongst a pack of dogs or wolves, and any attempt by an animal to cut-in-line would have ended in bloodshed. Lara winced as the second dog’s paws landed heavily against her back. She could feel its erect cock pressing against her dry anus. Lara spat saliva into her hand and then used her wet fingers to lubricate her sphincter. Then she repeated the process and rubbed her saliva-drenched fingers up and down the second Doberman’s cock, until it was glistening and slippery.
Lara felt the heavy dog hump forward, and grunted as she felt her asshole expand open around its cock. The dog mounting her ass pressed all of its weight forward against her back, forcing Lara down onto the chest of the dog beneath her. She grimaced as she smelt animal’s fetid breath, and felt its coarse tongue lick the side of her cheek. With the second Doberman furiously humping in and out of her ass, Lara realised that unless she wanted to be here all night with the first one, it would be up to her to make it cum. So she started lewdly slamming her pussy up and down on the dog cock impaling her from below, while the second dog pistoned in and out of her ass from behind.
Once again, her eyes were drawn to the TV monitors, where her sexy body was shown in profile, sandwiched between the two huge black dogs. It was surreal, like something out of a sick dream. The audience was no longer silent, and Lara looked across to see that a wild orgy had broken out amongst the seats. While the majority of the men were still watching her, most of the women were now pleasuring their partners, either by riding cowgirl-style on their laps, or giving them blowjobs, with their masked pulled up on top of their heads. Lara looked on in disbelief, wondering what kind of sick mind could be turned on by watching a woman having sex with dogs. Just how sick and depraved were these people?
Lara felt her asshole stretch open around the Doberman’s swollen knot, swallowing it inside. This allowed the vigorously thrusting beast to push its entire cock balls-deep inside her. She tried to keep the same from occurring with the Doberman fucking her pussy; but the heavy weight of the dog on her back kept pushing her down lower and lower, until the second knot finally slipped inside of her. Lara bit her lower lip and moaned, as the two swollen knots pressed against each other through the thin flesh separating her pussy and asshole. She hadn’t felt this full since Sarah had double fisted her over a year earlier.
Lara could feel herself growing hotter and wetter by the second. She bit her lower lip and clamped her eyes shut, desperately trying to stave-off another embarrassing orgasm. But it was terribly hard: the thick knot in her pussy was rubbing against her G-spot, while the blunt tip sent shivers up her spine, each time it battered itself against her sensitive cervix. It also didn’t help that the second dog was pounding her stretched asshole like a bass drum, stimulating the sensitive lining deep inside her rectum and adding to her sensory overload.
“Looks like our kinky Countess is ready to cum again!” The MC announced. “What do we say to that?”
A chant started-up amongst the crowd, who also stamped their feet and banged upon their seats. It started out as just a few people, but quickly grew until it seemed that the entire audience was banging and shouting, “Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!” over and over again. Lara tried desperately to hold out, but it was hopeless; and when she did cum, her shame and humiliation was amplified by the cheering of the crowd.
“There she goes again! Who knew the legendary Tomb Raider was such a dog lover?” The MC said, winking to the delighted crowd.
The laughter that followed was like a knife stabbing into Lara’s proud heart. Everything she had worked for was gone. She was now nothing more than a joke – a figure of derision and ridicule. She doubted that she would ever want to show her face in public again after tonight. Even if word of her debasement didn’t get out, Lara couldn’t bear the thought of walking into a crowded ballroom, knowing that at least some of the people she met had once seen her having sex with a dog. And because of the anonymous bronze masks everyone was wearing, she would never even know who.
As Lara recovered from her mind-blowing orgasm, she could feel both dogs’ knots swelling inside her. Everything started to feel a lot tighter and fuller, even for Lara’s well-used holes. After another minute of humping, Lara felt warm dog cum jetting into her pussy and ass, splashing against her cervix and filling her bowels. As her pussy and ass were flooded with dog cum, Lara looked up and was stunned to see Mary was watching her and brazenly touching herself. Mary had always behaved so prim and proper, so it was shocking to see her masturbating in public, while watching Lara being fucked by dogs. Granted she was hidden from the audience at the back of the stage, but there were still stage hands back there, not to mention Natasha walking back and forth to fetch new dogs. Unfortunately, Lara didn’t have time to ponder it further, as the two dogs knotted inside her started tugging at her pussy and ass, but in opposite directions.
Mary was in heaven, watching her greatest childhood rival being double penetrated by two enormous Dobermans. It was mesmerising, watching Lara’s sexy body sandwiched between the two black dogs. The contrast between their black furry bodies and Lara’s flawless white skin made it even more surreal. Mary wouldn’t have believed it was real, if she wasn’t standing right there watching it with her own eyes. Mary saw the dog in Lara’s ass step over her back and turn around, so that it was standing ass-to-ass with the countess, facing away from her. It was trying to pull away, but it was still securely knotted inside her asshole. Meanwhile, the second dog had managed to wriggle out from between Lara’s legs and stand up, but it was securely knotted inside her pussy.
Lara’s beautiful face grimaced in pain, as her holes were pulled in opposite directions by the dogs. The dog in her pussy was pulling from the front, while the dog in her ass was pulling from behind. Mary’s eyes widened, as she watched Lara’s stretched asshole distending outwards around the knot inside her ass, while her pussy lips bulged outwards around the knot inside her pussy. Lara was on her knees now, desperately trying to hold the two straining dogs back. She was probably in pain, but to Mary and the audience, it looked like Lara was holding onto the animals because she didn’t want them to leave.
“Isn’t that adorable, ladies and gentlemen? Lady Croft is so in love with the dogs that she doesn’t want to let them go!” The MC announced.
The audience laughed and cheered, and Mary moaned and rubbed herself faster. Mary had surprised herself by daring to masturbate in public, but the anonymity afforded to her by her mask had made her bold. Besides, none of the stage hands seemed to care, since everyone in the theatre was having sex now anyway. Mary watched as the MC approached Lara with his microphone. Holy crap, Mary thought! He’s going to interview her, while she still knotted to the dogs! Mary shivered with delight as she orgasmed, while gleefully watching Lara Croft’s downfall.
“Lady Croft, could you tell the audience how you’re feeling at the moment?” The MC asked.
“Ughh… hurts! Pulling… so full!” Lara groaned in pain.
Her eyes were clamped shut, so she was unaware of the microphone being held next to her mouth.
“Just the kind of eloquent commentary I’d expect from a Countess!” The MC mocked, as the audience laughed.
Lara breathed a sigh of relief, as the powerful dogs finally calmed-down and stopped pulling against her holes. Then she opened her eyes, and blushed when she saw the microphone that the MC had shoved in her face.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself, Lara! Do you fuck any other kinds of animals in your spare time?” The MC said.
“No!” Lara answered defensively.
“So you only fuck dogs then?” The MC asked.
Lara’s proud face turned bright red under his questioning, not least because she currently had two dog cocks knotted inside her pussy and ass.
“Have you always had sex with dogs, or is this the first time?” The MC asked.
How could he even ask me that outrageous question, Lara thought? The MC was deliberately trying to humiliate her in front of the audience.
“Well?” The MC persisted.
“This is the first time.” Lara answered shamefaced.
“And what made you decide to try it?” The MC asked casually, as if he was the host on a late night talk show.
“I… needed the money.” Lara answered, blushing with shame at how much of a whore that made her sound like.
“So your enjoyment is just a bonus?” The MC said.
“I’m not… this isn’t…” Lara tried to answer.
“There’s not need to be shy! We all saw you cum when the last dog fucked you!” The MC commented.
“That’s not fair…” Lara objected weakly, still distracted by the twin dog cocks filling her pussy and ass.
The audience started jeering her, calling her a slut, a whore and anything else they could think of. Lara lowered her head in shame, wishing that the floor would just open up and swallow her.
“Admit it! You love being mounted and bred dogs!” The MC said.
“No!” Lara protested.
“You love being their little bitch!” The MC said.
The audience took-up a new chant, shouting “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” over and over again.
Before Lara could answer, the first dog finally shook itself free from her ass. As the knot plopped out, a close-up of Lara’s gaping asshole appeared on one of the large TV screens behind her. The other dog also yanked forward, but its cock was still securely knotted inside Lara’s pussy. Its sudden powerful movement pulled Lara off balance, and she fell forward on top of it.
“Oh, isn’t that cute? Lara’s giving her doggy lover a hug!” The MC said mockingly.
More laughter filled the auditorium, causing Lara to blush with shame. The dog in front of her finally pulled free from her pussy, which was also left gaping slightly open. She could feel sticky canine cum leaking from her abused holes and dripping down her inner thighs. Natasha led the two spent dogs away, and Lara saw Mary have a short conversation with her. She saw Natasha nod, apparently agreeing to whatever Mary was had said. Lara got another sinking feeling in her stomach, and her worst fears were confirmed when Natasha returned a short time later with 3 dogs.
“Shall we make our Countess airtight?” The MC asked, to thunderous cheers.
Most of the audience had now satisfied their carnal urges and were back in their seats, while lingerie-clad waitresses walked around the room handing out drinks and refreshments. Every pair of eyes was now fixed upon the disgraced Countess of Abingdon, eager to see how much further she was prepared to debase herself for their amusement. Lara wondered whether any of them knew that she was here against her will, or if they even cared?
Natasha led the first dog in front of her and had it rollover onto its back. Lara knew what was expected of her and straddled the beast, using her hand to guide its cock into her well-fucked pussy. She sank down on the animal’s thick red cock, intending to stop at its swollen knot; but to her dismay, her pussy was so stretched out by the previous fucking that she slid down much further. Lara winced and grunted, as her tortured pussy expanded open around the knot and swallowed it inside. A moment later, she felt the dog’s swollen balls pressing against her pussy lips, indicating that she had taken the cock up to the hilt.
Natasha led the second Doberman around behind her and commanded it to mount her. The heavy dog climbed up onto her back and gripped her hips between its paws. She felt its cock slide up between her butt cheeks and glance-off her asshole. The dog tried a second thrust, but this one glanced-off high and to the left. The dog lowered its hips and tried again. This time its cock made contact with the lower rim of Lara’s gaping asshole. It pushed forward, but just when it seemed like it would slide up into her warm inviting ass, the semi-rigid cock twisted down and slid into Lara’s slippery pussy instead.
“No!” Lara screamed, as the dog humped forward, sliding its cock into her already occupied pussy.
Lara grunted as her pussy stretched open wider to accommodate the second dog cock. The Doberman was unable to push in more than a few inches, because its cock kept bumping into the bulbous knot of the first dog; but that didn’t stop it from jackhammering its cock into her pussy again and again, forcing her stretched hole to open even wider. The dog beneath her seemed to be enjoying the extra tightness of her shared hole, and started humping its cock upwards from beneath her. While that was happening, Natasha led the third Doberman around in front of her.
Lara’s eyes were clamped shut against the pain, so Natasha grabbed the dog’s cock with one hand and Lara’s hair with the other, and forced the two together. Lara grimaced, as the pungent canine cock pressed against her lips. Without thinking, she opened her mouth to ask for a break, to beg for mercy. It was all the opening the Doberman needed to thrust inside her mouth. Lara gagged on the bright red dog cock, as the thick knot slammed against her lips. She instinctively reached up and grasped the cock near the base, slowing its frantic movements to prevent its thick knot from forcing its way inside her mouth.
“It appears that something’s gone awry, ladies and gentlemen. The dogs were supposed to give our kinky Countess a double penetration, but it appears that the furry rascals have given her a double vaginal instead!” The MC said.
The audience was starting to get animated again, laughing and cheering at the obscene show. Lara was growing fatigued and could barely hold her position. She had an 80 pound dog mounted on her back, slamming into her pussy from behind, a second dog between her legs, impaling her pussy from below, and a third dog roughly humping her beautiful face. Lara was being tossed around between them like a piece of clothing in a tumble dryer. The Doberman on her back was now fully erect and using every ounce of strength it had to try and bury its cock deeper inside her. After a couple of minutes trying, it managed to manoeuvre its cock around the knot of the first and slid in deeper.
The odd angle meant that the two dog cocks were no longer parallel to each other, but instead crisscrossed inside her like crossed swords. Lara moaned around the cock in her mouth, as she felt the second dog’s thick knot pressing against her stretched pussy lips. This can’t be happening, she thought, as she felt her pussy lips slowly bulging inwards under its powerful assault. Lara tried to squeeze her pussy lips shut, but it became too painful and she was forced to relax her muscles, which allowed her pussy to expand open even wider.
After another minute of hard pounding, the second Doberman was finally able to force its knot inside of Lara’s pussy, next to the first. Even when uninflated, each dog’s knot was the equivalent of taking a human cock balls-and-all, and she now had two inside of her. Things got even worse for Lara a moment later, when the two dog’s knots began to inflate, signalling that they were getting ready to cum. The knots both doubled in size, growing to the size of tennis balls and stretching her battered pussy to its limits. This hurt as much as when Lara had been fucked by Mary’s horses; the dog cocks weren’t as long or as stiff as a horse’s cock, but the two knots combined were definitely wider.
Lara felt her abdominal muscles begin to cramp, as they desperately tried to compensate for the unaccustomed pressure bulging outwards from her pussy. The dog cocks were stretching her pussy in unfamiliar directions, and their blunt tips were pressing against her cervix and G-spot. The pain was so great that Lara lost her balance. She needed to use both hands on the ground just to hold herself upright, but this allowed the dog humping her face to ram its own knot in-between her red lips.
“Nmmmpph!” Lara grunted, as the dog’s knot filled her mouth and the blunt tip plunged down her throat.
Lara tried frantically to pull the dog’s knot out of her mouth, but it was already too late. No matter how hard she pulled, the swollen knot was trapped behind her teeth. The knot continued to inflate, growing to the size of a tennis ball. With her mouth full of dog knot and her throat full of dog cock, Lara could only moan pitifully and glance up at the TV monitors. The image on the closest screen confirmed that she had a noticeable bulge in her throat, from where the dog cock was stretching it open. Meanwhile, the audience was going wild, clapping and applauding, which only added to Lara’s shame. But the most humiliating thing of all was that she could feel herself building to another orgasm.
She tried to tell herself that it wasn’t her fault. The dog cocks were rubbing against her G-spot and cervix, activating every sensitive pleasure centre in her pussy. She tried to hide her impending orgasm from the audience, but her cheeks were already flushed and her body was starting to shake. It didn’t help that one of the cameras was permanently zoomed in on her face, allowing the audience members to analyse every slight twitch and facial expression she made on one of the large TVs. Lara’s faint hope that the crowd might not notice how close she was to orgasming died when they started chanting, “Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!” over and over again.
Lara’s muscles cramped, her entire body shook and her eyes rolled back in her head. As the mind-blowing orgasm claimed her, the crowd burst into thunderous applause. Lara was too far gone to even feel embarrassed, and could only whimper and moan as the orgasmic shockwaves rocked her body. The dog humping her mouth started to cum, shooting its gooey semen directly down her throat. Lara swallowed it without even thinking. It was joined by the other two dogs, which flooded her over-stuffed pussy with warm sticky dog cum. Lara’s pussy was so crammed full of dog cocks that there was nowhere for the cum to go, and her pussy started to painfully inflate like a balloon.
Lara groaned in pain as her flat lower stomach began to bulge outwards. In the space of 30 seconds, she went from the total bliss of her mind-blowing orgasm, to the total agony of her stretched pussy and aching jaw. The dogs had already started getting restless and were pulling away from her body in all directions. Lara was terrified that the dog in her mouth would try and rip its cock out, taking half of her teeth with it. She desperately clung onto its muscular legs and held it in place, but she was powerless to do anything about the two dogs tied inside her pussy.
While Lara vainly struggled to control the dog in front of her, the two behind her were causing their own problems. The dog beneath her had managed to wriggle its way out from between her legs and was now standing ass-to-ass behind her, alongside the second dog. Both of the animals began pulling diagonally away from her, tried to untie themselves. Lara’s body was wracked with pain, and her muffled screams filled the stage. Her pain-maddened eyes glanced over at the TV screens to see what was happening to her. That’s when she saw the two dogs pulling against her straining pussy lips and stretching them further and further out from her body.
Lara looked on in horror as her pussy lips distended outwards a full inch from her body, and then two. She worried that if they kept going, they might cause her vagina to prolapse, doing permanent damage to her reproductive system. She desperately reached behind her, trying to grab hold of the dog’s hind legs and pull them back towards her, but they were too strong. In a last desperate attempt to save herself, she used every ounce of muscular control she possessed to force her pussy to relax. The dogs pulled and pulled, and Lara’s straining pussy started to dilate like she was giving birth. Lara’s muffled screams grew louder, and then the dog’s finally plopped out of her gaping pussy, sending a river of dog cum spilling out onto the floor.

The TV screen showed a close-up of Lara’s gaping pussy, which had been transformed into a 2-inch-wide cavernous cum-filled hole. The sight of her slack gaping pussy brought back painful memories of when she had been fucked by Mary’s horses a year earlier. Even as she worried about the state of her ravaged pussy, she still had another Doberman knotted inside her mouth. Lara had to wait a further humiliating 10 minutes for the dog’s knot to deflate sufficiently for her to pull it out. The entire time, she had to endure the cruel laughter and jeers of the delighted audience, who thought that the sight of a beautiful Countess with her lips locked around a dog’s cock was the most marvellous thing they had ever seen. As Lara coughed and spluttered on the floor, kneeling in a sticky puddle of dog cum, Natasha led out another three large dogs.
“Now ladies and gentlemen, I’m told that these will be the last 3 dogs in today’s show, so let’s make one final attempt to make our kinky Countess airtight!” The MC said enthusiastically.
The theatre was filled with more cheering, even as the TV screen displayed Lara’s pitiful pleading face. The audience didn’t care, and cheered for the dogs like football fans cheering-on their favourite team. Lara hurt all over. She wanted to stop. She looked over at the MC and then at Natasha, but none of them seemed interested in alleviating her plight. On the verge of tears, Lara heaved her aching body off the cum-stained floor and straddled the first Doberman. Not taking any chances this time, she straddled it facing the opposite direction, in a reverse-cowgirl position.
As she lowered herself down onto the dog, she reached down behind her and guided the animal’s bright red cock into her descending ass. She grunted, this time more from disgust than actual discomfort, as her slippery asshole expanded around the blunt head of the dog cock and then slid down the thick shaft. She now knew from painful experience that the Doberman would force its thick knot inside her eventually, so she decided to shove it in now, before it became fully engorged. Lara took a deep breath and relaxed her sphincter. Her own bodyweight carried her further down the dog’s shaft, as her asshole slowly stretched open around the thick knot.
Her stretched asshole swallowed the knot and then slid the rest of the way down the dog’s shaft, until she had all 8-inches of its thick red cock buried inside her ass. Now sitting with her buttocks resting against the dog’s crotch, Lara leaned backwards and placed her hands down on the ground behind her to support her weight. Natasha led the second Doberman forward and Lara opened her legs for it. The huge dog mounted Lara’s stomach, so that its mighty paws were gripping her around the waist, while its head was in-between her large breasts.
Lara grimaced in disgust, as she felt the dog’s saliva drooling down into the deep valley between her breasts. The dog humped forward, and its cock had no trouble finding the gaping entrance to Lara’s pussy. Lara’s stretched-open pussy was so loose that it was able to slide its entire 8-inch cock inside her on the first attempt, knot and all. Lara blushed at the squelching sound that her loose pussy made, almost like a queef in reverse, as if her pussy were inhaling the dog’s cock. With Lara’s asshole impaled on one dog cock and her sloppy pussy being humped by a second, Natasha led over the last dog.
Wanting to get this horrific experience over with as quickly as possible, Lara pulled the dog’s cock towards her and tilted hear head to the side. As soon as the tip pressed inside her mouth, she started bobbing her lips up and down its slippery red shaft. She kept her jaws locked tightly around the Doberman’s cock, never allowing it to build-up enough momentum to push its knot inside her mouth. At the same time, she slithered her tongue over the tip of its cock like a sinuous snake. The dog had obviously never experienced such impressive oral skills and its knot was already swelling beyond Lara’s pursed lips. A few moments later, it ejaculated into Lara’s mouth, sending a flood of warm cum oozing down her throat and drooling down her chin.
Natasha led the spent dog away, which left the other two animals that were double penetrating her. Lara was sliding her asshole up and down on the cock impaling her from below, while the Doberman between her legs jackhammered its cock in and out of her pussy. The dog beneath her was the first to finish, filling her bowels with its warm cum. It then tried to wriggle out from under her, but Lara bore down on it with her full weight, trying to prevent any repeat of last time. It scrambled to extricate itself but remained knotted and tied to her ass.
Meanwhile, the dog pounding her pussy also started to cum. Lara felt its knot swell to the size of a tennis ball, but her pussy was so stretched-out and wide that it continued to slide its cock in and out of her regardless. The only minor resistance it experienced was Lara’s stretched pussy lips being pushed inside her each time it thrust forward, and then being pulled out from her body each time it pulled back. The dog filled Lara’s gaping pussy with rivers of warm cum, before dismounting from her stomach and being led away. That left just the dog knotted inside her ass.
“That’s about all we have time for, folks. Please give Lady Croft and the dogs a round of applause!” The MC said, clapping enthusiastically.
The audience stood-up and gave Lara a standing ovation, cheering and even whistling. Lara felt embarrassed and disgusted. To her, it felt like every clap was heaping more humiliation upon her and eroding what little pride she had left. The final insult was that she wasn’t even allowed to wait onstage for the dog to untie from her. Instead, Natasha led the dog away offstage, still knotted inside Lara’s asshole. Lara was now ass-to-ass with the animal, and had to crawl backwards on her hands and knees behind it. Lara looked over her shoulder and saw Mary doubled over and laughing hysterically. Lara blushed with shame, but even as she did so, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She had done it, she thought! She was finally free to begin her new life with Pierce!

24 MONTHS LATER…
Pierce Bosworth unlocked the front door of Bosworth Manor and strode inside. He’d made extensive changes to the Abingdon estate, including converting part of the grounds into a private golf course for his close friends and important business partners. Lara wasn’t very happy about it, but she kept her complaints to herself. When she’d first starting making demands of him, Pierce had let slip that he knew about her little doggy show. Pierce had heard about it from several friends of his, and used the knowledge to embarrass and humiliate his new wife. Fearful that he might leave her, Lara had been delightfully compliant after that.
“Hello darling!” Lara said, greeting him inside the main hall, as she usual did.
She was wearing a revealing yellow sundress and a white apron that bulged outwards over her swollen 6-month-pregnant belly.
“Did you have a nice day?” She asked attentively.
“I did. There’s a new secretary in the office – a hot piece of ass. I’m thinking of sleeping with her for a laugh!” Pierce said.
Lara hid the hurt she felt and rubbed his arm seductively. Pierce smiled as he felt an erection spring to life in his pants. Even at 6 months pregnant, she was still incredibly sexy.
“Maybe, before I put on dinner, we could go upstairs for some bedroom fun?” Lara suggested seductively.
Ever since they had gotten married, Pierce had been flaunting his extramarital affairs in Lara’s face. He’d explained to her when they got married that while he expected her to remain faithful, he intended to keep sleeping around, since one woman would never be able to satisfy him. His words had the desired effect. Lara was so jealous and competitive that she fucked and sucked him dry every night, just to convince him to be with her instead. Even after she became pregnant with their first child, she still performed oral and anal sex on demand – and he always demanded it!
In actuality, he hadn’t slept with another woman in months, even though he still lied to his wife and told her that he had. Despite his words, Lara kept him so sexually satisfied that he didn’t have the energy to cheat on her, or the desire. It wasn’t that he felt guilty or anything; it was just that, after having a woman like Lara Croft, every other woman on earth felt like a downgrade. It was like trading-in his expensive Ferrari for a base-model Ford. Why would anyone want to do that?
“What about dinner?” Pierce asked seriously.
“It’ll only take 20 minutes to cook in the oven. I can put it on whenever you’re ready to eat.” Lara said.
Who would have ever imagined that the strong and independent woman that had been Lara Croft would wind-up as a sexy 1950s housewife, he thought? After they got married, Pierce had fired Winston and insisted that his new wife should assume all of his domestic duties. He did hire a team of maids to come in twice a week for cleaning, since it was unrealistic to expect Lara to maintain the enormous Manor house on her own; but everything else, including cooking Pierce’s meals and washing his clothes, was now Lara’s responsibility. His new wife had been only too eager to please, driven by the desire to win his approval and the fear that he might leave her. Full belly and empty balls, he thought – the key to any successful marriage.
Pierce made a point of examining his watch. “I suppose we can have sex, if you make it quick.” He answered.
Lara smiled happily and led him upstairs to the bedroom. He admired his wife’s ass, as she sauntered up the staircase, still looking incredibly despite being pregnant. He wondered if any part of Lara’s fiercely independent personality remained underneath the submissive feminine housewife that she had become. He supposed that it didn’t really matter. Lara Croft, the protagonist of her own destiny, was gone. She was now just an extension of him: she was his devoted wife and soon to be the mother of his children. The Tomb Raider’s life story was finished; now she was just a supporting cast member in the story of his life.

THE END…

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