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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 50012 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, Lara Croft or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story.

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Eighteen weeks have passed since Lady Lara Croft signed over her noble Title to her former childhood friend Sarah Green, the billionaire heiress and new Countess of Abingdon. Publicly, Lara has taken on the role of Sarah’s maid; but in private, she is little more than a sex slave, serving the perverted whims of the new Countess, and her former staff. Now travelling overseas with her mistress, Lara has been forced to prostitute herself out to friends and enemies alike. Most recently, she was forced to star in a sex documentary, being filmed in Switzerland by her best friend, Samantha Nishimura. Lara’s fall from high society has begun.
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Lara and Sarah spent several more days in Switzerland, while Sarah concluded some business deals. During that time, Lara was left largely alone, exercising, watching television and constantly masturbating to pass the time. After being fucked virtually every day for the past 4 months, she was becoming addicted to sex; and like a chain smoker trying to quit, she found herself having withdrawal cravings from the constant sexual attention.
Lara had mixed feelings about her recent reunion with her best friend, Sam. She loved her friend and wanted her to be happy, but she held great reservations about Sam putting her faith in Doctor Taft, formerly known as Doctor Taffe, a Trinity operative who had once captured and tortured Lara. Then there was the question of Sam’s sex documentary. Both Sam and Sarah had assured her that her involvement as the starring actress in the documentary would be kept confidential, and Lara prayed that they were telling her the truth. Her social standing among upper society had already taken several hits recently, thanks to her reduced status as a maid and having to pose naked for a famous artist, and Lara didn’t think her reputation would survive many more incidents.
As Sarah’s private jet flew towards their next destination, the plane was buffeted by strong winds and heavy snowfall. When the plane began its descent through the dense clouds, the weather became even worse and visibility dropped to almost zero. For a tense 10 minutes, Lara felt certain that the plane was about to crash, but then she felt them touch down on the runway. Lara looked out the window and saw several Soviet-era hangers and an ugly concrete control tower, barely visible through the heavy snowfall. That narrowed down their location to somewhere in eastern Europe or Russia, Lara reasoned.
“Lady Sarah, where are we?” Lara asked politely.
Lara always felt a twinge of discomfort when she addressed Sarah by her stolen Title, which had once rightfully belonged to her.
“Western Siberia.” Sarah answered.
Lara was confused. What were they doing in Siberia, she wondered?
“In Russia.” Sarah added, mistaking Lara’s confused look for ignorance.
“I know where Siberia is!” Lara retorted, before more respectfully adding, “my Lady.”
“Watch your tone, Lara. I’ve noticed an increase in your bad behaviour recently.” Sarah admonished her.
“Yes, my Lady. Sorry, my Lady.” Lara answered, feeling herself blushing with shame, as she was reprimanded like a naughty child.
“You’ve talked back to me on several occasions, and you’re still forgetting to use my Title all the time. I know this has been hard on you, but you need to let go of your old life and accept your new position.” Sarah said.
“Yes, my Lady.” Lara said.
Secretly, though, Lara was as defiant as ever. The reason she kept slipping up by not addressing Sarah by her stolen Title, was that in her mind, Lara refused to acknowledge that Sarah was the new Countess of Abingdon. It was a small piece of defiance that underpinned Lara’s mental defences and stopped her from falling into despair. It helped her focus on the fact that her current circumstances were only temporary. She was already a third of the way through her year of slavery, and when that was over, everything would return to normal. Lara would be the Countess of Abingdon once again; Zip, Allister, Tori and Winston would all be out of a job; and with her wealth restored, Lara could resume tomb raiding.
While the plane sat on the runway, Sarah and Lara got changed into clothes more suited to the local climate. Sarah looked like she was about to go skiing. She was wearing an expensive designer bodysuit, made from white thermally-insulated material that hugged her body like a second skin. It looked amazing on her, and Lara instantly felt jealous. Her outfit was completed with a mink-fur coat, which reminded Lara of the sort of jackets that 1950s movie stars used to wear to show off their wealth. Lara hated the way that Sarah always managed to upstage her. Her own outfit was somewhat blander, and consisted of one of her standard cold-weather tomb raiding outfits, which Sarah must have brought along from Croft Manor.
Lara removed her casual clothes, except for her black bra and G-string, and started to dress. Soon, she was wearing a grey long sleeve grid-fleece top, designed to trap her body heat against her skin, a pair of brown fitted cargo pants, insulated black combat boots and a red puffer jacket with a warm fur-lined hood. With Sarah’s permission, Lara was allowed to leave her black butt plug on the plane. Outside the plane, the snow continued to fall and visibility was only about 100 yards. After an hour of waiting, Lara spotted a faint set of headlights weakly piercing the snow. A short time later, a dark green 6-wheel-drive army truck arrived at the airfield. Like the airfield itself, the truck appeared to be of Russian design, although it was a newer post-cold-war model.
The truck was a dual-cab vehicle, with two rows of seats and a large covered cargo compartment in the back. A pair of soldiers exited the front doors of the truck and waved them forward. The soldiers were wearing dark green body armour vests, festooned with magazine and grenade pouches, and camouflaged combat fatigues. In their hands were all-black Kalashnikov rifles with folding polymer stocks and red dot sights. From their appearance, Lara guessed they were AK103s – a modernised variant of the AK47, now used by Russia’s internal security forces. One of the soldiers climbed up onto the truck’s side-step and opened the rear door of the cabin for them.
As they climbed inside, Lara passed by the shoulder of one of the soldiers and her face paled. Sarah sensed her hesitation and irritably told her to hurry up and climb inside so they could get out of the cold. On the man’s upper arm was an inverted triangular-shaped patch, with a T-shaped black phoenix symbol on blood-red background. Lara recognised it instantly as the symbol of Trinity. As the two soldiers climbed into the front seats of the military truck, Lara leaned into Sarah’s ear.
“My Lady, we have to get out of here! These soldiers work for Trinity!” Lara whispered urgently.
“I know exactly who they are.” Sarah answered, deliberately speaking at a normal volume.
Lara saw the younger soldier adjust his rear-view mirror so that he could watch them from behind the wheel of the truck.
“But Trinity is dangerous! They murdered my father and they tried to kill me on several occasions!” Lara whispered urgently.
“Don’t worry yourself, Lara. That’s all in the past now. I’ve reached an agreement with their leader that should benefit us both.” Sarah answered.
“And you think you can trust them to keep their word?” Lara asked incredulously.
“I trust them to act in their own self-interest. After you took down their operation and killed most of their leadership, Trinity has fallen on hard times. I offered them a financial lifeline.” Sarah said.
“And what are you getting in return, my Lady?” Lara asked, consciously reminding herself to add the ‘my Lady’ at the end.
“Their services. Trinity is an efficient and ruthless paramilitary organisation. When legal means fail and bribery doesn’t work, it doesn’t hurt to have your own private army to fall back on.” Sarah replied.
Sarah’s last comment made Lara do a double-take. Sarah was working with Trinity? Lara had always believed that Sarah was empty-headed blonde socialite – manipulative and cunning certainly, but mostly harmless. This development made Lara reassess her previous assumptions. What other secrets was Sarah hiding, Lara wondered? Her first instinct was to call Zip and have him dig into Sarah’s personal and business dealings – except that Zip didn’t work for her anymore: he worked for Sarah. Lara knew that Sarah could be pretty ruthless when she wanted to be, but she couldn’t believe that Sarah would knowingly be involved in anything evil. She just had to hope that Sarah knew what she was doing and didn’t get them both killed.
Lara noticed that the young soldier driving the truck kept glancing back at them, until the older soldier punched him and cursed him out in Russian – presumably telling him to keep his eyes on the snow-covered track that served as a road. Despite his apparent attempt at professionalism, the older soldier also glanced back in their direction. Lara expected to see hostility or lust in his eyes, but his expression was a mixture of awe and fear. Did they know who she was, Lara wondered? Did they know that she had been responsible for the deaths of most of Trinity’s senior leadership, including Pedro Dominguez, the leader of the Trinity High Council?
After an hour driving across the barren and featureless plains of Siberia, they arrived at their destination. Despite her warm puffer jacket and layers of thermal clothing, Lara felt a chill run up her spine, as she caught her first glimpse of the grim soviet-era gulag. The prison camp was surrounded by a 12-foot-high razor wire outer fence and an electrified 10-foot-high inner fence, which were separated by a deep trench that acted like a medieval moat. Lara’s keen eyes noted the lack of ramshackle wooden barracks typical for housing large numbers of prison labourers. She also noticed the isolated location of the prison camp. Most gulags were situated next to forests or quarries, so that the forced labour of the prisoners could be used without the need for costly transportation. Therefore, the prisoners that this camp had been built to house were considered too valuable to be worked to death, as was the usual gulag practice.
The main entrance to the prison camp was flanked by two towering rusty guard towers. Lara looked through the frosty window of the military truck and saw the outline of snipers peering down at them from the top of each tower. Lara frowned at the apparently good security of the prison camp. She was already planning how to get Sarah and herself out of this situation, should things suddenly go bad. They drove through the main gate and into the compound. A single building dominated the prison camp’s interior: a nightmarish-looking fortress made from slab-sided dirty grey concrete. Adding to the fortress’s castle-like appearance were the barred glass windows that dotted the walls like medieval murder-holes. This was another sign that the prison was made to house high-value prisoners: the Soviet Union would never waste glass on ordinary prisoners; better to let the weak ones freeze to death inside their cells.
The truck drove them to an enormous steel door, which rolled aside to let the past. The door was painted a drab grey colour and was large enough to allow their truck to pass through it. Lara looked out her window and noticed that the door was made of solid steel, at least 4 inches thick – enough to withstand anything short of dedicated anti-tank weaponry or direct impacts from artillery shells. It rolled aside on rusty metal wheels, and after a short pause, started to slowly close behind them. Lara found herself inside an enclosed sally-port, used to drop off people and supplies to the prison. The soldiers escorting them parked the truck and got out, which was also their signal to alight the vehicle.
The interior of the prison sally-port was still brutally cold, but at least it was sheltered from the biting wind outside. The two soldiers waited next to an internal steel door, which only opened after the large external door was fully closed. Typical airlock system, Lara thought, as she factored that detail into her escape plan. She took in the harsh fluorescent lights and the CCTV cameras mounted on the high ceiling. No doubt, the doors were being controlled remotely from a security control room, to prevent any prisoners from escaping, in the unlikely event that they managed to overpower the guards.
They were led down a long wide corridor, with many rooms leading off it. They passed one particular room, which appeared to be some sort of large common area. Inside, about a dozen soldiers were practicing close quarter combat skills. Several of the soldiers looked at them through the open doorway, as they passed. They looked shocked to see her. Two of the soldiers that were sparring even stopped to stare at her, before their veteran instructor barked at them in Russian and they resumed fighting. Lara was confused. They were looking at her like they recognised her. Lara considered herself pretty good a reading other people’s emotion, and these soldiers were looking at her with a level of respect that almost bordered on reverence.
Lara’s chest swelled with pride – clearly the tales of her famous exploits were being told and retold around the Trinity campfires. With renewed confidence, Lara strutted beside Sarah into the heart of the prison. Lara smiled at the next group of Trinity soldiers that they encountered, enjoying the way they lowered their eyes as she and Sarah walked past. She felt intimidating and powerful, and fully capable of dealing with whatever trouble Sarah had gotten them into.
As they neared the centre of the prison, Lara noticed that the temperature was rising. It still wasn’t what anyone would call comfortable, but neither was it the freezing cold of the desolate wasteland outside. The soldiers led them through another steel door, and Lara found herself standing in a cavernous rectangular space. To call it a room seemed a gross understatement – it was more like an indoor courtyard the size of a large gymnasium. The ceiling stretched up 6 stories high, and the floor was large enough to fit 3 basketball courts side by side.
The walls on both sides of the space were lined with dark claustrophobic cells, each about 6-feet-wide and 10-feet-long. Thanks to the floor to ceiling bars, Lara could see straight into the cells, all the way to the back. They all appeared to be identical, with a single metal-framed cot bed against one wall, a toilet and basin at the back of the cell, and a small dirty window, covered by bars on the rear wall. In contrast to the dark cells, the courtyard beyond was bathed in light, from large acrylic skylights mounted in the roof.
Lara took in her surroundings and was surprised to discover that only the ground floor cells seemed to be occupied by prisoners. Most of the cells on the upper levels were stacked full of weapon crates and supply boxes. The weapons piqued her interest, but she saw that the upper cells could only be accessed via a tall metal staircase at the back of the courtyard, which joined up to the grated catwalks that ringed the room. Of course, the stairs were guarded by a pair of heavily armed soldiers. In fact, Lara counted at least a dozen guards present, staring down at her from the elevated railings. She wondered if this was a standard shift or if they were here purely for her arrival. Either way, she knew that she’d need a diversion in order to sneak upstairs and access the stored weapons.
It was then that Lara noticed the haggard outlines of prisoners peering out at her through the bars of their dark cells. She counted only 15 prisoners, all men, which seemed like a very small number for such a large prison. Lara’s eyes were drawn towards one prisoner in particular. He seemed somehow familiar, and when he shuffled forward from the shadows, her eyes widened with recognition.
“Jonah!” Lara exclaimed, rushing towards Jonah’s cell
The two soldiers escorting them moved forward block her, but at some unseen signal, both men stood aside.
“Jonah! What are you doing here?” Lara asked, cupping his bearded face with her hands.
“Lara? Oh no… they got you too!” Jonah answered.
Jonah Maiava was 6’2” tall, and had the large muscular build typical of a Maori from New Zealand, but he looked older than Lara remembered. His bearded face was gaunt and his body seemed thinner – no doubt a result of his capture and imprisonment. Lara had met Jonah during her first adventure on the research vessel Endurance, where Jonah had served as the ship’s cook. When they were shipwrecked on the island of Yamatai, after a massive storm, Jonah fought by her side and saved her life on several occasions. He’d been instrumental in helping Lara rescue Sam, when she was kidnapped, and he’d helped Lara track down an eliminate the Trinity High Council. They had parted ways several years earlier, when Jonah decided to stay in Peru and start a new life with his future wife, Abby.
“Jonah, what are you doing here?” Lara asked, while her eyes darted around, searching for a way to unlock his cell.
“Trinity soldiers snatched me from my home 6 months ago. They came while I was asleep. They put a gun to Abby’s head and told me if I didn’t come quietly, they’d kill her. So, I went with them. I’ve been here ever since.” Jonah said.
“6 months? Why didn’t Abby reach out to me? I would have come to find you!” Lara said.
“Konstantin told her if anyone came looking for me, he’d pay her and the baby a visit. I couldn’t risk that, so I forbade her from telling anyone.” Jonah said.
“Wait! Konstantin’s dead! I killed him!” Lara said.
“You cannot kill one who has been chosen by Yahweh.” Said a deep voice that echoed around the cavernous courtyard.
Lara turned around and saw a ghost from her past – Konstantin, one of the main Trinity leaders. Konstantin’s sister, Ana, had seduced Lara’s father and pretended to befriend Lara herself, in order to try and locate a magical artifact called the Devine Source. Lara thwarted Trinity’s plans, destroying the Divine Source and killing Konstantin by stabbing him through the chest. Ana was later killed by an unknown sniper, before Lara could interrogate her to get some answers about her father’s death.
“You stabbed me, you left me for dead, but you couldn’t kill me. I told you in that burning ruin that I was destined for greatness.” Konstantin said, as he descended the metal stairs from the catwalk above.
“And what about your sister? Wasn’t she destined for greatness as well?” Lara asked.
Konstantin winced at the mention of his dead sister, before his face became an emotionless mask again.
“Ana gave in to her doubts, but I kept my faith. And now my devotion has been rewarded.” Konstantin said.
Konstantin nodded to his soldiers and three of them walked over to Jonah’s cell.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Lara asked desperately, as Jonah’s cell was unlocked and her weakened friend was dragged out into the courtyard.
They dragged him to where Konstantin stood and pushed him down to his knees. Konstantin drew his pistol and walked around behind him.
“Jonah was offered the chance to join us. He refused. I kept him around, hoping he might change his mind, but he’s too brave for his own good. Such a waste.” Konstantin said, as aimed his pistol at the back of Jonah’s head.
“Stop! Don’t do this!” Lara shouted.
She rushed forward, trying to save her friend, but two soldiers grabbed her arms and hauled her backwards. Lara kicked out with her legs, but the men had been well trained and their grip on her arms remained unbroken. Konstantin started to squeeze the trigger, but suddenly stopped and pointed his gun away towards the ceiling.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to spare him, if you beat me in a fair fight.” Konstantin said.
Sarah immediately interjected.
“This wasn’t part of our agreement, Konstantin! You promised that Lara would not to be harmed in any way!” Sarah shouted.
“I’m fully aware of my obligations, Lady Green.” Konstantin replied.
Lara was surprised by how respectful his tone was when addressing Sarah.
“The fight won’t involve weapons of any kind, and will end the moment one of us gives up or is knocked unconscious.” Konstantin said.
“Lara, I forbid you to fight!” Sarah said.
“I don’t have a choice!” Lara replied, shaking off the hands of the two soldiers, who released their grip upon her arms.
“You’ll do as you’re told!” Sarah said, raising her voice.
“Stop it, Sarah! This isn’t a game anymore! A man’s life is at stake!” Lara shouted back at her, sick of being ordered about like a servant.
Konstantin unbuckled his gun belt and lifted his bulky Kevlar equipment vest over his head. If anything, his powerful 6’3” body was even more intimidating without his body armour. Through his black long-sleeve top, Lara could see the outline of Konstantin’s hard pectorals and wide lats, and his thick muscular arms. Lara unzipped her puffy jacket and moved through a series of muscle-relaxing exercises, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck. She’d beaten Konstantin once before and she could do it again, she told herself. But that had been with a weapon in her hand, and sneaking up on him from behind. This would be a head-to-head fight, and she’d seen Konstantin put out a man’s eyes with his bare hands.
“Ready?” Konstantin asked, stopping in front of her.
Lara turned to look back at Sarah, and then suddenly spun into the attack. Konstantin leaned back from Lara’s spinning backfist, which only narrowly missed his chin. Lara followed up with two left jabs and a right cross, all of which he blocked. Lara reached up towards Konstantin’s thick neck, trying to pull him into a clinch and unleash some punishing knee strikes, but he contemptuously pushed her off him.
“Come-on!” Konstantin shouted, pounding his chest like an angry ape.
Lara sprang forward again. She aimed a kick at Konstantin’s left knee, but he blocked it with his shin. She continued with a series of straight punches and hooks aimed at his head, but he slipped and weaved out of the way, so that most of her punches either flew over his head or glanced off his muscular shoulders. Lara leapt forward and this time managed to get him in a Thai clinch. She sent three powerful knees up into his body, but he blocked these with his forearms and then reached over her arms and shoved her chin backwards, breaking the clinch.
The soldiers watching the fight were cheering now, and Lara saw that none of them were looking at her with fear or awe anymore. Lara sprang forward again, striking out with a flurry of punches that were easily blocked. She followed up with close-range elbow strikes, but then Konstantin suddenly ducked beneath her and slammed a left hook into her liver. Lara legs collapsed beneath her, as the wind was knocked out of her. She tried to rise, but Konstantin viscously slapped her left cheek, knocking her back down.
Towering over her, Konstantin reached down the back of her cargo pants and grabbed hold of her G-string. In one smooth motion, he yanked the skimpy panties upwards and gave Lara a painful wedgie, before the silky black material finally tore apart. Lara screamed pitifully and grabbed her crotch in pain. Konstantin contemptuously kicked her over onto her back and placed a booted foot on her chest, while raising his arms in victory.
“Had enough yet?” Konstantin asked, as his soldiers applauded.
Lara lashed out, kicking him in the knee. It was a mistake. Konstantin snarled and grabbed hold of the front of Lara’s top, pulling her into a viscous headbutt that almost broke her nose. With blood streaming from her nose, Konstantin pulled her up by the hair and started mercilessly slapping her face again and again. Lara vainly tried to protect her face with her hands, but Konstantin’s powerful strikes crashed through her defences virtually unhindered. When Lara was knocked half-senseless, Konstantin wrapped his large hands around her neck and lifted her off the ground. Lara desperately grabbed at his hands, trying to prise his steel-hard fingers from her throat, as her feet scrabbled desperately at the ground.
“You just don’t learn, do you!” Konstantin snarled, as his hands squeezed tighter around her slender neck.
Just when Lara felt certain she was going to blackout, Konstantin shoved her backwards onto the ground. Lara rolled onto her hands and knees, coughing and gasping for breath, with a mixture of blood and drool spilling from her lips. Konstantin placed the bottom of his boot against Lara’s ass and disrespectfully pushed forward onto her face. She struggled again to rise, and he pushed her back down again. Then he bent down and grabbed hold of the waist of her cargo pants. In an impressive show of strength, he ripped the back of her cargo pants in half, all the way down to the crotch. Lara curled into a foetal position to try and protect herself from further attacks, but to her surprise, none came.
Lara looked up and saw Konstantin circling around her, like a predator circling its prey. Lara used the brief lull in fighting to regain her breath and then climbed wearily to her feet. She took a step towards him and her brown cargo pants slid down around her knees, causing her to fall forward onto her hands. The soldiers watching the fight laughed, as if it was some sort of comedy sketch. Lara attempted to pull her pants back up, but with the waistline completely ripped in half, they wouldn’t stay in place. She tried to hold them up with one hand, but that just made it easier for Konstantin’s attack to snake around her defences. Konstantin blocked a blow from her free-hand and then contemptuously backhanded her back down onto the floor.
Lara sat up, rubbing her bruised cheek. She realised that she couldn’t fight hobbled like this, and reluctantly slid her cargo pants down her legs, leaving her entire lower body naked except for her high cut combat boots. Lara shivered against the cold – the interior of the prison was not freezing, but it was also far from warm, especially now that she was half naked. Her grey grid-fleece top ended just above her crotch, leaving her bare ass and her smoothly shaved pussy completely exposed. Lara blushed with humiliation, as she heard the lewd whistles and cat-calls of the soldiers watching the fight. They were all speaking in Russian, but she didn’t need a translator to guess what sort of names they were calling her.
Lara clenched her teeth and balled her fists in anger. Use your anger, she told herself! She dusted herself off and moved forward again. She threw a left jab, which Konstantin easily avoided, but it was just a feint. She sent a right punch slamming into his abdomen, but it was like punching a brick wall. She sent two more hooks into his ribs, but Konstantin didn’t even flinch. In fact, he didn’t even bother to block them. He simply kept his fists against his temples and absorbed her puny punches as if they were nothing. Lara grew increasingly frustrated and unleashed more hooks against his lower body, throwing every ounce of strength and power she had into each shot.
Konstantin absorbed them all and then grinned at her, before lashing out with a lightning fast jab of his own. His fist exploded against her painfully bruised nose, causing a fresh stream of blood to spill down her mouth and chin. Lara instinctively raised her arms to protect her head, and Konstantin thundered a crushing right cross that hit her just below the ribs, right in the solar plexus. Lara dropped like a stone, while gasping breathlessly, as the air was knocked out of her lungs. Konstantin pressed the toe of his boot against her side and contemptuously tipped her over onto her back. Lara struggled to regain her breath, while Konstantin stood over her with his arms raised like a sporting champion, basking in the applause of his men.
When he removed his boot from her stomach, Lara rolled back to her hands and knees, and the climbed wearily to her feet. Konstantin raised an eyebrow in disbelief, clearly surprised that she hadn’t quit yet, but Lara was determined not to let her friend down. Even so, she was becoming increasingly demoralised by her apparent inability to inflict any sort of damage upon her opponent. She had tried some of her best attacks against him and it had gotten her nowhere, while she was getting more battered and bruised the minute. Lara knew that she needed to try something else.
She threw a lazy left jab at Konstantin’s face, which he easily parried with his forearm, but it had been a ruse. Lara immediately grabbed hold of his right wrist and biceps, and used an arm-drag to get behind him and take his back. Konstantin tried to turn into her, but Lara jumped onto his back and wrapped her legs around his waist, while her arms encircled his neck. I’m winning, Lara thought, as she locked-in a perfect rear-naked choke! When Konstantin dropped to his knees, Lara felt certain that he must be about to pass out. I’m really going to win, she thought triumphantly!
Konstantin dropped onto his back. Lara grunted as the weight of his upper body pressed down against her, but she maintained her death grip around his neck, squeezing for all she was worth. Then Konstantin pulled down on the arm around his neck and turned his head to the side to alleviate the blood-choke. Lara kept vainly squeezing, while Konstantin calmly reached down with his hands and unhooked her legs from around his stomach. Then he arched his back and shuffled his feet to the side, shimmying around in a semicircle until his body was at right angles to hers, and his full body weight was resting on her leg.
A moment later, Konstantin turned into her, and then he was on top of her. Lara tried to maintain her grip around his neck, which was now more of a headlock than a choke, but Konstantin easily sat up. A moment later, he leaned backwards, while still holding onto Lara’s outstretched arm, and sunk in a perfect armbar. Lara screamed in terror, as she felt her elbow begin to hyperextend. She felt certain that Konstantin was about to break her arm, but he released his hold before causing her any permanent damage. Lara tried to roll away, but Konstantin pinned her back down and lay across her body. Then he grabbed her opposite wrist and snaked his arm around her forearm, before yanking upwards. Lara let out another pitiful squeal, as she felt her shoulder being wrenched out of its socket by his painful kimura grip; but once again, he released the hold before causing her any permanent damage.
He's toying with me, Lara thought angrily! And yet, she felt powerless to do anything to stop him. When he reached down and lifted her up by the front of her grey top, she defiantly spat into his face. Konstantin snarled and backhanded her in the mouth, hard enough that it caused her lower lip to bleed. Konstantin hauled her back to her feet and then sent a powerful knee upwards into her naked crotch. Lara squealed in pain, as her sensitive clitoris was crushed against her public bone. She tried to pull away, but Konstantin held her in an unbreakable grip and sent four more knees slamming upwards into her crotch. Lara’s body went limp, as her mind was overloaded with pain.
Konstantin unleashed another powerful slap to Lara’s bruised cheek, sending her sprawling backwards onto the cold floor. She tried to crawl away, but Konstantin took hold of her ponytail and gave it a hard yank, forcing Lara to change direction. He pulled Lara around by her hair, walking her around the courtyard like a dog on a leash, while he raised his arm in victory. Lara blushed with shame, as she was forced to crawl around on her hands on knees, while listening to the cheers and catcalls of the soldiers watching the fight. But what was even worse was when she looked over at the face of Jonah, and saw the sadness in his eyes. Jonah didn’t think that she could win this fight, and he had resigned himself to being executed and never seeing his wife and child again.
“No! I won’t let that happen!” Lara said aloud.
Konstantin turned to face her and at that precise moment, Lara sprang forwards. She reached down and grabbed the back of Konstantin’s left ankle, and then rammed her shoulder into his left shin. The low single-leg takedown only succeeded in knocking Konstantin down for a moment, but it made him release his grip on her ponytail. Lara tried to capitalise on her brief success. She leapt forward and tried for another takedown, this time a Judo leg sweep; but Konstantin wasn’t going to be fooled a second time. As Lara reached high to grab his shoulders, Konstantin’s arms went low and wrapped around Lara’s ribcage. He used his double underhooks to lift her off her feet, and then he body-slammed her onto the ground.
Konstantin’s 6’3”, 230-pound body landed directly on top of her, knocking all the air from her lungs. As he stood up, Lara lay motionless on the ground, struggling to breath, as her entire body was racked with pain. He didn’t give her a chance to recover. Lara screamed in agony, as Konstantin dragged her across the floor by her hair. She desperately grabbed her own ponytail to try and relieve the pressure on her scalp, while her boots scrabbled uselessly at the smooth concrete floor. Konstantin grew tired of her screams and yanked her head up, before slapping her repeatedly in the face. Lara’s screams degenerated into loud sobbing, as she was mercilessly brutalized by her opponent.
Konstantin yanked her grey fleece top over her head and ripped off the black bra underneath. There was a roar of approval from the soldiers, as Lara’s large breasts bounced into view. The prisoners remained silent, too wary of punishment to voice their own excitement, but their lustful stares and hard erections betrayed their thoughts on the situation. Konstantin released his grip, and Lara collapsed into a naked heap on the ground.
“Are you ready to give up? Just say the words, and your suffering can end.” Konstantin told her.
Maybe it was Lara’s pride that wouldn’t let her surrender, or maybe it was her ego that didn’t want to admit defeat, but she clenched her jaw and climbed back to her feet. Konstantin frowned and looked over at Sarah. Lara also glanced across at the beautiful blonde, but was unable to read any emotions behind the serious expression on her face: was she worried for Lara’s safety, was she angry at Lara for taking this fight against her wishes, or was she angry at Konstantin for suggesting the fight in the first place? Lara couldn’t tell. Konstantin waited in his fighting stance, while Lara limped forward once again.
Lara only knew one way to fight: attack! But although she was determined, she realised that she was seriously outclassed by her opponent, and she was running out of ideas. She thought back to the last time she had fought Konstantin, when she had defeated him through cunning and stealth, rather than a frontal assault. Maybe the same tactic might work here, she thought? Lara kicked out at Konstantin’s crotch, which he easily blocked, and then she leapt away, staying out of range of her opponent’s counterattack. She threw another low kick, aimed at Konstantin’s knee, and then jumped back again.
So far, all her attacks had been easily blocked, but at least she hadn’t taken any more damage herself. After the third kick, Konstantin appeared to lose patience and rushed at her. Lara shoulder-rolled out of his way and sprang back to her feet, before lashing out with another low kick, which hit him in the knee. Konstantin roared in frustration and charged at her a second time, but again she shoulder-rolled away. Just when she was starting to believe that her strategy might be working, Konstantin brutally shattered that illusion.
Konstantin was an experienced professional, and he had already adapted to her new strategy. The next time Lara rolled, Konstantin front-kicked her in the chest, knocking her onto her side. Lara tried to roll with the momentum of the blow, and use it to escape. She almost made it too, but now her trademark long hair became her undoing: as she tried to roll away, Konstantin plucked her long ponytail from the air and yanked her head backwards. Lara screamed, as he dragged her across the floor by her long ponytail. She desperately tried to prise his fingers away from her hair, but he was too strong.
“You just don’t learn, do you!” Konstantin growled, as he slapped her hard across the face.
Disoriented, Lara tried to claw at Konstantin’s eyes, but two hard punches to her stomach, just below the ribcage, knocked the wind out of her and ended her resistance. Konstantin grabbed her by the throat and lifted her onto her tippytoes. Lara’s combat boots scrabbled against the concrete floor, only just barely touching the ground. Feeling herself on the verge of blacking-out, Lara spat into Konstantin’s face. It was a petty act of defiance, nothing more. In fact, a secret part of her hoped that the insult might cause Konstantin to lose control and knock her out. It would be far better for her ego to be knocked unconscious than to have to give up and admit defeat.
Konstantin removed one hand from her throat, which relieved the chokehold and allowed Lara’s weight back onto her feet. The respite was only temporary, as the same hand immediately hooked underneath her right knee and lifted it up onto her shoulder. Lara tried to pull away, but Konstantin held her raised leg in place against his shoulder. Lara looked ridiculous, naked except for her combat boots and with her legs stretched out doing the splits, as if she was a cheerleader or gymnast stretching before a competition.
“I only stop when you say you give up!” Konstantin said sternly.
Lara looked at him in confusion, and then screamed loudly, as Konstantin’s open right hand slapped hard against her bruised crotch. Lara’s vision blurred with pain, as Konstantin hit her between the legs again and again, mercilessly spanking her defenceless pussy. Lara’s resistance collapsed.
“I give up! I give up!” Lara screamed, unable to cope with the pain being inflicted upon her sensitive pussy.
But Konstantin didn’t stop his relentless slaps.
“Please! I give up! Please stop!” Lara sobbed, as the slaps continued.
Lara tried to jerk away, but her naked body was locked into an upright splits-position, with her right leg pinned over Konstantin’s left shoulder. She tried pushing away with her hands, she tried hammering her fists against his chest, but nothing she tried loosened his grip or halted the relentless punishment that her pussy was receiving. Lara’s emotional dam burst and she broke down into sobs, while her pussy lips became red and swollen from Konstantin’s abuse.
“Please stop!” Lara whimpered, collapsing against Konstantin’s powerful chest when he finally stopped his merciless assault.
“Now, I want you to tell everyone here that you lost fair and square. Admit your defeat and name me the winner.” Konstantin ordered.
Lara’s pussy felt like it was on fire. Her pussy lips were visibly red and swollen, and the area around her crotch looked painfully bruised.
“I… I lost the fight fair and square. Konstantin is the winner.” Lara said softly.
“Louder!” Konstantin roared, slapping her raw pussy again for emphasis.
“I lost! Konstantin beat me! Konstantin beat me!” Lara shouted in panic, trying anything she could to avoid further punishment.
Konstantin finally released her, and Lara collapsed onto the cold floor. She instinctively curled-up into a protective foetal position, while covering her painfully swollen crotch with her hands.
“Bring him closer, so she can see!” Konstantin ordered to the guards holding Jonah.
Jonah! Lara suddenly remembered the stakes she had been fighting for! Now the full enormity of her defeat dawned upon her. She had failed, and now Jonah was about to die because of it.
"Please! Please, don’t do this!” Lara pleaded, as Jonah was dragged over to Lara and his arms were held out from his sides.
Konstantin walked over to his gun belt and drew his pistol.
“You can still save him. All you need to do is sign something.” Konstantin said, nodding to another soldier.
The solder walked over and placed a typed legal document on the floor next to Lara’s blood and tear-streaked face. Lara felt a pit open in her stomach, as she read the document, which would permanently sign away her Title of Countess of Abingdon to Sarah.
“You see, I heard about your little contract with Lady Green – temporarily signing over your noble Title to her for a year, to raise money for your stupid Charity. I would like to make that arrangement permanent.” Konstantin explained, as she read.
“But why? Why do you care about my Title?” Lara asked, looking up at him through tear-stained eyes.
“I don’t, but know that losing it will hurt you. I want you to feel the same sense of loss that I felt, when my sister died!” Konstantin spat.
Lara glanced over at Sarah, who looked back at her with a concerned expression on her face.
“Please, I’ll do anything else!” Lara said.
“I don’t want anything else. Sign it or he dies!” Konstantin said, placing his pistol against the back of Jonah’s head to emphasise the threat.
“I… I can’t!” Lara pleaded.
Jonah looked at her then, and the expression of hurt and betrayal on his face cut her to the bone.
“Last chance!” Konstantin said, placing his finger inside the pistol’s trigger guard.
Lara squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch what happened next. Konstantin pulled the trigger – and a loud click echoed through the room, as it came down on an empty chamber.
“Damn, man! She was going to let you die, just so she could keep calling herself a Countess. I’ve murdered men with my bare hands, but even I think that’s cold!” Konstantin said casually, speaking directly to Jonah.
Konstantin nodded to the soldiers, and Jonah was dragged back to his cell.
“Clean her up and bring her to my office.” Konstantin ordered his men.
Two soldiers lifted Lara up by the arms and dragged her to an open doorway at the far end of the room, when led into a communal shower. She was given a few scant minutes to wash away the blood and dirt from her face and body. Then she was frogmarched back out across the courtyard and back through the door they had entered by. Lara tried not to make eye contact with any of the prisoners in the cells, but she could feel them hungrily staring at her naked body. She pointedly avoided looking in the direction of Jonah’s cell, feeling a mixture of shame and guilt at her earlier actions.
The soldiers led Lara through the security door, but this time the soldier on the other side wedged it open after she passed. She was guided towards the first doorway on the left, which was also wedged open. Through the doorway was a very basic office: just a desk and three chairs, and a metal filing cabinet against the far wall. Konstantin turned the nearest chair around and sat facing her. Lara was acutely aware of the soldiers gathering in the doorway behind her, not entering the office but definitely watching her. She placed her arms across her body defensively, trying her best to cover her chest and crotch.
“I asked Lady Green to bring you here, as a reward for my men. This outpost is very isolated and it can get lonely, especially for the younger men, so your job will be to distract them.” Konstantin said.
Lara grimaced in distaste, as she immediately understood what sort of distraction she would be expected to provide. Konstantin saw her expression.
“You’re going to be with us for the next week. If you agree to play nice with my men and I, then your stay won’t be too unpleasant. Resist, and you’ll be begging for death by the time I’m finished with you! I’ll toss you to my men and have them treat you like the lowest whore on earth – you’ll be gangbanged around the clock until your holes have been fucked raw and your mind has been broken.” Konstantin said menacingly.
“I’ll be good.” Lara said in a soft voice, while looking down at her feet.
“Very wise. Instead of that fate, I give you the option of making love to my men instead. Boost their egos by making them believe that you desire them, and that they’re the greatest lovers you’ve ever had. Most of my men only speak Russian, although a couple of the older veterans will be able to translate for them. But I’m sure that if you put enough emotion into your acting, they’ll understand what you’re trying to say.” Konstantin said.
Lara nodded her understanding, and Konstantin motioned for her to straddle him. Lara walked forward and mounted him like a stripper performing a lap dance. Konstantin unzipped his pants and pressed the tip of his hard cock against Lara’s painfully swollen pussy.
“Please… it hurts too much.” Lara pleaded.
Konstantin suddenly slapped her face. The stinging blow wasn’t as hard as the ones he had inflicted upon her during their fight, but it still hurt enough to immediately cow her.
“Rule 1 - A whore should never tell a man no! If you don’t want him to fuck you in one hole, then beg him to fuck you in another! And make it convincing, or I’ll drag you back out into the courtyard and beat your vagina so hard that you’ll never orgasm again!” Konstantin threatened.
Lara had never been afraid of anyone in her life, but her shameful defeat at the hands of Konstantin had left her traumatised. She found herself dreading further torture at his hands, and she was ready to do anything to avoid it; but that didn’t stop her hating herself for what she was about to do.
“Please don’t be mad.” Lara cooed, while rubbing her hands seductively down Konstantin’s muscular chest and stomach. “I just meant that it might be more fun if you… stick it in my ass.”
“Better.” Konstantin said. “And now Rule 2 – whores should call the man they’re fucking Dorogoy. It means darling sweetheart in Russian.”
He pulled her forward on his lap and pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole. Lara panicked at the thought of him going in dry, and hurriedly spat into her hand.
“Oh, Dorogoy, your big cock is going to feel so good stretching my tight little asshole!” Lara said, trying to buy time while she rubbed her wet saliva all over Konstantin’s cock.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Lara moaned loudly, as she held Konstantin’s cock in place and pressed her asshole down on top of it, to ease the penetration.
She wondered idly if pornstars felt as ridiculous as she did at that moment, overacting with fake moans and absurdly cheesy dialogue? Lara bit her lower lip suggestively, as his cock slid in between her firm round buttocks. Her sphincter expanded open around the tip, swallowing it easily. Then she felt his shaft sliding deeper and deeper inside her asshole, until she was completely impaled. The soldiers in the doorway whistled appreciatively, at the sight of Lara’s gorgeous bubble butt stretched open around their leader’s cock. Lara blushed with embarrassment and tried to ignore them. She started moaning in an exaggerated fashion, while she gyrated her hips up and down on top of Konstantin’s lap.
“Fuck me, Dorogoy! Fuck me!” Lara moaned loudly, as she twerked her ass up and down on Konstantin’s cock.
Konstantin grunted and started roughly molesting Lara’s bouncing breasts. Lara winced in pain, as he started roughly pinching and pulling on her sensitive nipples.
“I love it when you play with my tits!” Lara lied, while continuing to slide her asshole up and down his penis.
Konstantin grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her into a French kiss. Lara opened her mouth and twirled her tongue around his, kissing him as enthusiastically as possible. Her act appeared to be working, and Konstantin stopped squeezing her breasts and grabbed hold of her hips instead. Within moments, he was forcefully counter-thrusting upwards into Lara’s asshole. After another minute of jackhammering into her ass from below, Konstantin broke off their passionate French kiss.
“Rule 3 – when a man comes, the whore comes as well! And afterwards, she kisses the man and thanks him for making her cum. Understand?” Konstantin said in a hoarse voice, directly into her ear.
Then she felt him suddenly stiffen and thrust balls-deep inside her, while his powerful fingers sunk into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling her deeper onto him.
“Oh, Dorogoy! Don’t stop! I’m cuming! Fuck me, Dorogoy! Fuck me!” Lara screamed, as she felt Konstantin begin to ejaculate inside her asshole.
She rode him for another 30 or 40 seconds, while thanking him for her amazing orgasm, before he finished and gestured for her to get off him.
“Not bad. Now do the same for the rest of my men.” Konstantin ordered, before walking from the office.
Lara sighed with relief that her performance had been acceptable. Then she swallowed hard, as three fresh soldiers entered the room. Two were young, aged in their early twenties, while the third looked like he was in his mid-thirties. Lara immediately grabbed the youngest by the front of his shirt and pushed him down into one of the chairs. She straddled him and buried his face between her large breasts. She felt the man’s mouth encircle one of her nipples, while his hands squeezed and explored her naked body.
“You feel so good, Dorogoy! I need to feel you inside me!” Lara cooed, as she reached down and unzipped his pants.
The young soldier seemed a little bit shy, so Lara took the lead. She spat saliva into her hand and then reached down and encircled the man’s cock. She jerked her hand up and down his penis half a dozen times, both to lubricate it and to get it fully erect. Then she spun around to face away from him, and pushed his hard cock up between her buttocks. Lara let out an exaggerated moan, as she lowered herself down onto his cock, until he was balls-deep inside her. The soldier was practically hypnotised by the incredible sight of Lara’s tight asshole sliding up and down his erect cock. Lara glanced around the room and blushed, as she saw that the other two soldiers already had their cocks out and were lightly stroking them, waiting for their turn.
“Fuck me, Dorogoy! Fill me with your manly cum!” Lara moaned, as she twerked her ass up and down on his cock.
The young soldier didn’t last long, and less than a minute later, she felt his warm cum spurting inside her rectum.
“God, I’m cuming! Don’t stop, Dorogoy! Just like that!” Lara screamed, as she faked her own orgasm.
Lara leaned backwards and turned her face to the side, so that she could give the young soldiers a passionate kiss. She tongued his mouth until she felt his cock stop ejaculating and begin to soften.
“Thank you so much, Dorogoy!” Lara said gratefully, kissing him on the cheek.
The young soldier blushed and stood up. His seat was immediately taken by the older soldier. The man’s pants were already down around his ankles, and Lara moved forward to straddle him. She winced, as she felt his erect penis pressing against the entrance to her pussy. Lara spat into her hand and then leaned forward and passionately tongue-kissed the soldier. At the same time, she reached down with her saliva-drenched hand and gently encircled his penis.
“Please, Dorogoy, please fuck me ass!” Lara cooed, as she slid her slippery hand up and down his cock, while subtly redirecting it towards her rear hole.
The older soldier laughed. “You are dirty girl, yes?” He said in broken English.
“Mmmm… I’m such a dirty girl!” Lara agreed, as she pressed his cockhead against her asshole.
“Oh Dorogoy, your big cock feels so good in my tight little ass!” Lara said, as she felt her sphincter stretch open around the tip of his cock.
“You like big cock in ass, dirty girl?” The old soldier asked.
“I love it, Dorogoy. Fuck me with your big hard cock!” Lara replied, impaling herself down onto his shaft.
The man spoke to his comrades in Russian, presumably translating what she had just told him. All of the men laughed, while Lara could only blush with shame at how she was being forced to behave. Lara realised that his man would probably be reporting back to Konstantin, so she’d need to make her performance extra convincing. She leaned forward and mashed her large breasts against his face, making a point of moaning loudly, as he inexpertly licked and sucked on her nipples.
“Oh, Dorogoy, you make me feel so good!” Lara moaned, arching her back, while driving her asshole deeper onto his cock.
The older soldier kept licking and sucking on her perfect breasts, while Lara slammed her ass up and down on his cock.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” The older soldier said.
“I’m going to cum, Dorogoy! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me like that!” Lara screamed, while clenching her anal muscles to squeeze and massage the soldier’s cock, as it pistoned in and out of her ass.
Moments later, she felt warm cum jetting deep inside her bowels. Lara cried out in ecstasy and then collapsed forward against the soldier’s chest, while walking wet kisses down his cheek and neck.
“Thank you, Dorogoy. You made me feel so good!” Lara said appreciatively.
The man seemed pleased by her words and proudly translated them to his comrades. He stood up and the third soldier sat down on the chair. Lara moved to straddle him, but he made a gesture with his hand, indicating that she should turn around. Lara spun around and felt the soldier’s hands pulling down on her hourglass hips. She sat backwards and moments later, felt her well-used asshole expanding open around his cock. Thanks to the previous fuckings, the entrance to her ass was like a slippery waterslide, and the man had no difficulty pushing his hard cock all the way inside her. Lara moaned and sat back against him, while reached up behind her to ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek.
The man cocked his head to the side and gave her a passionate kiss, while reaching around her body and rubbing his fingers against her bruised clit. It would have been a thoughtful gesture, were her pussy not so sore and swollen from Konstantin’s abuse. She reached down and grasped his hands, before pulling them up to her bouncing chest.
“Please, Dorogoy, play with my tits. I love it when you squeeze them!” Lara begged.
The young soldier grinned and happily obliged her, kneading and squeezing her large breasts like they were two enormous stress balls. Lara moaned loudly and started grinding her ass backwards and forwards against the soldier’s lap, while squeezing her asshole open and closed around his cock. The young and sexually inexperienced soldier last about two minutes. When he started to cum, Lara faked her own orgasm, and then profusely kissed and thanked him for fucking her. The three soldiers filed out of the office with goofy grins on their faces, looking as if they had just won the lottery, before three fresh soldiers entered.
Lara looked up and saw more soldiers watching the proceedings from the open doorway. If she’d been able to peer out into the corridor, she would have seen another 30 soldiers lined-up outside the office, each waiting for their turn. Konstantin waited in the corridor for about 10 minutes, until the first group of soldiers had finished. When he was satisfied that Lara was upholding her end of the bargain, he strode back down the corridor towards the main courtyard. Within moments, the distant sounds of Lara’s slutty words and wanton moaning echoed down the corridor behind him. He instructed the soldier guarding the security door to keep it open for another 30 minutes before shutting it, so that the prisoners would be left in no doubt about what Lara was doing.
Then he entered the courtyard. The prisoners were all staring at the open security door, and listening intently to the erotic sounds of lovemaking coming from the corridor beyond. They all looked away as he entered. Such was his reputation that none of them were willing to look in his direction and risk catching his attention; but as he walked past, he heard several of them whispering amongst themselves, cursing Lara as a traitorous whore. Konstantin pretended not to hear, and strode across the courtyard to another security door. As he passed through, he nodded to the two guards on the other side, and then walked into the large briefing room that served as his command centre.
“Well?” Sarah asked from her seat at the large table.
“It’s going as well as can be expected.” Konstantin said noncommittally.
“You could at least smile. After all, you just fucked what is probably the sexiest ass on the planet.” Sarah chastised him.
Konstantin remained silent for a few moments, before he replied.
“She shouldn’t be here.” Konstantin answered finally.
“Konstantin, we’ve been over this.” Sarah replied
“She should have died with my sister. The sniper had her in his sights. All he had to do was squeeze the trigger, but you gave the order for him not to fire. Why?” Konstantin asked.
“My father gave that order…” Sarah corrected him, but Konstantin interrupted her.
“With respect, Ma’am, we both know that he only gave that order because you asked him to. She’s only alive because you wished it so, and I want to know why?” Konstantin repeated.
“Aside from the fact that she helped rid Trinity of the short-sighted leadership of the High Council?” Sarah quipped, but then she became serious. “I spared her, because we need her. Lara Croft and her father managed to discover more lost artifacts in two decades than Trinity managed to recover in the previous two centuries. Even the High Council were wise enough to recognise that fact. That’s why they had your sister attempt to seduce Richard Croft and turn him to our cause.”
“And Ana failed in her mission. What makes you think that you’ll be any more successful with Lara?” Konstantin asked.
“Because Lara won’t know that she’s working for us. As far as she’ll be aware, after this year is over, she’ll resume her career as the world-famous Tomb Raider. Only now, every tomb she explores will be at my direction, and every artifact she recovers will be sold or loaned to a museum that I own, where our people can examine them.” Sarah said.
“When you first told me about the contract, I thought you’d use it to film Lady Croft in compromising sexual situations and then blackmail her, but that’s not the plan at all, is it? You’re actually trying to make her fall in love with you.” Konstantin said.
“Doctor Smith has provided me with her complete psychological profile. I know all of her strengths and weaknesses, her hidden desires and fears, and all the right buttons to push to make her do what I want. There’s no reason why this shouldn’t work.” Sarah argued.
“Are you sure that you’re not letting your personal desires cloud your judgement, like Ana did?” Konstantin asked, referring to how his sister fell in love with Richard Croft, and then refused the High Council’s order to kill him.
Sarah blushed slightly, but held his stare.
“Lara Croft is vital to Trinity’s future goals! If keeping her firmly under our control happens to coincide with my own desires, then I see no reason why I shouldn’t take advantage of the situation.” Sarah said.
Konstantin thought silently about what she had said, and then gently changed the subject.
“Will you be staying with us, while she’s here?” He asked.
“No, I have business elsewhere, but I’ll expect you to keep me updated regarding her progress.” Sarah said.
Konstantin nodded. Sarah stood up to leave, and Konstantin escorted her back out to the security door. The two young soldiers guarding the door immediately snapped to attention. Their faces betrayed a mixture of fear and awe, as they gazed upon the leader of Trinity. All of these soldiers had sworn personal allegiance to Sarah, just as they had her father before her. It was one of the first changes that her father had instituted when he rebuilt the organisation, after most of the upper leadership was wiped out.
“Did you see the expression on Lara’s face, when she saw how the men were staring at me?” Sarah asked.
Konstantin shook his head. He hadn’t been present at Lara Croft’s initial arrival.
“She thought it was for her. She thought they were in awe of her reputation. It was so adorable, I didn’t have the heart to correct her.” Sarah said, as they exited through the courtyard, through the still open security door.
The sounds of Lara’s grunting and moaning grew louder in the corridor. There were still about 20 soldiers lined up in the corridor outside the open office door, and another three inside. Sarah halted by the door and saw Lara lying on her back on the desk, with her legs up in the air. There was a young soldier grunting between her legs, railing her gaping asshole missionary style, while she moaned wantonly for him to fuck her harder.
“I love it, Dorogoy! Fuck me harder!” Lara screamed, as she ran her nails across his muscular back.
Sarah paused for a few moments and placed a sentimental hand against the doorframe. Then she walked on, looking over her shoulder at Konstantin.
“Give her 48 hours to recover from her injuries. Then give her to the prisoners.” Sarah said.
“What about the rest of the plan?” Konstantin asked.
Sarah’s face hardened.
“Proceed as planned. Break her spirit.” Sarah answered.
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