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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 50011 -:- 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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Twenty-five 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 assumed 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. For the last 10 weeks, Lara has been travelling with Lady Sarah through Asia, Europe and Africa, working as Sarah’s personal prostitute – sleeping with anyone Lady Sarah directs to further of her business dealings. Lara’s fall from high society is well underway.
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It’s been two-and-a-half months since Lara last laid eyes upon Croft Manor. Now halfway through her year of servitude to Lady Sarah, Lara’s former life as the Countess of Abingdon seemed almost like a fanciful daydream. Since then, she had been dispossessed of her noble Title and her sprawling Abingdon Estate, and had been reduced to the role of lowly servant. If that wasn’t bad enough, Lady Sarah forced her to have sex with her former staff, had her branded with unwanted tattoos and then prostituted her out to hundreds of people.
Lara felt uneasy whenever she thought about Sarah – No! Lady Sarah, Lara corrected herself. Now was not the time to slipup by forgetting to address Lady Sarah by her proper Title. Lara had made too many sacrifices to allow that to happen, so she forced herself to think of Sarah Green as Lady Sarah. Just 6 more months of grovelling and scraping before Lady Sarah, and then she’d be free! She’d be a rich Countess again, and this humiliating year would become nothing but a distant memory.
As Lady Sarah’s black Rolls Royce turned down the familiar driveway that led to Croft Manor, Lara found herself staring longingly out the window for a glimpse of her ancestral home. The long driveway was flanked by large trees on either side, whose interwoven canopies created a tunnel-like effect. When the car emerged out the other end, Lara’s breath caught in her throat. She saw her home, and it looked incredible! Better than it had in the entire time that Lara had been alive! The lawns around the Manor house were all freshly trimmed and the garden beds were filled with brightly-coloured flowers. The Manor House itself had been washed clean of centuries of accumulated dirt and grime, and looked brand new.
Lady Sarah’s black Rolls Royce dropped them off a few metres from the main entrance. The heavy double-height hardwood door had been freshly polished and glistened in the morning sun. Lara followed Lady Sarah up the stairs, and stopped as she saw the missing Croft coat-of-arms above the doorway. The stone Croft coat-of-arms had been covered-up by a large bronze plaque that read, “WELCOME TO GREEN MANOR.” The plaque was made of artificially aged bronze, and had a blue-green patina that perfectly matched the bluestone of the building, making it look like it had been there forever.
“Don’t fret, Lara! The original stonework is still underneath!” Lady Sarah said, when she noticed that Lara had stopped walking and was staring up at the bronze plaque.
“Yes, my Lady.” Lara mumbled miserably, before following her mistress up the front steps.
Lady Sarah rang the doorbell and waited. When the door opened, Lara faced another surprise. She had been expecting Winston, her old butler, to answer the door, but instead they were greeted by a short attractive Asian woman. The woman was almost a head shorter than Lara, standing about 5’1” tall and wearing flat black shoes. Her uniform reminded Lara of a maid from luxury hotel: she wore a conservative black dress that started well below the knees, with a high stand-up collar and sleeves that went down past the elbows. The dress had buttons all the way up the front and was immaculately fitted, but it showed very little skin.
“Welcome home, Lady Sarah.” The Asian maid said, speaking with a strong Vietnamese accent.
Once inside, Lara saw that the new maid was not the only change to her beloved Manor house. All of Lara’s old furniture was gone! Antiques that had been in her family for centuries had been replaced with luxurious modern furniture. The portraits of Lara’s ancestors were also gone, replaced with expensive paintings from Lady Sarah’s extensive art collection. The dark bluestone of the walls and floor looked much lighter than Lara remembered, thanks to expensive restoration works that had repaired the cracks and crumbling mortar, and stripped away centuries of soot and grime.
In fact, the entire hall seemed brighter, thanks to the brand-new, triple-glazed self-cleaning windows that had been installed on the upper levels. Lara gazed around the great hall like a tourist, barely recognising her own ancestral home. The Asian maid pulled a small walkie-talkie from her pocket and spoke into it in Vietnamese. Within minutes, more identically dressed Asian maids started arriving in the main hall from the ground floor and down the freshly-oiled grand staircase. They lined-up in front of Lady Sarah, like a squad of soldiers awaiting inspection.
“I decided to give the old staff a paid vacation and bring in my own people. I don’t require them to courtesy in my presence, so it would be unfair to still require it of you.” Lady Sarah explained.
“Thank you, my Lady!” Lara answered, unable to hide her joy at doing away with such a humiliating ritual.
Lady Sarah leaned in closer, so that only Lara could hear her.
“My staff not aware of our special arrangement, and I’d like to keep it that way. So, I expect you to always behave professionally when in their presence. I’ll explain your new schedule and duties later.” Lady Sarah whispered.
Lara nodded. She was liking the sound of these changes! Lady Sarah led her along the line of maids and introduced them. Now that she got a closer look at them, Lara saw that the maids’ uniforms weren’t the only thing identical about them. Their hair, their facial features and even their heights and builds all appeared to be identical – they looked like 12 identical twins! Unknown to Lara, Sarah had specifically hired them for their almost-identical looks, and then paid for expensive plastic surgery to make them indistinguishable from one another. The maids didn’t complain, since the plastic surgery made most of them more attractive than they had been. Indeed, they were fiercely loyal to Sarah, since she had lifted them out of poverty, sponsored their work VISAs and was paying them 5 times more than was average for foreign workers.
Lady Sarah walked down the line of maids, while stating their names for Lara’s benefit. Lara prided herself on her ability to remember names and faces, but names and faces of these Vietnamese maids were too similar for her to distinguish!
“Lara, this is Trinh, the head maid.” Lady Sarah said, “and these are Tien, Trieu, Tuyet, Tuyen, Thi, Ti, Thanh, Tham, Thang, Tho and Thuong.”
While Lady Sarah was making her introductions, Lara was shocked to see her best friend, Samantha Nishimura, walk down the grand staircase.
“Sam? What are you doing here?” Lara asked, interrupting Sarah.
The Vietnamese maids exchanged shocked and disapproving looks. They had been told that Lara was hired help, like them – albeit also in a romantic relationship with their employer. For Lara to speak out of turn, interrupting their wealthy and powerful employer, was a sign of great disrespect.
“Whoops! I can see you’re still busy with house stuff. I’ll be waiting for you in your bedroom, when you’re done.” Sam said, before disappearing back up the staircase.
Lara watched her leave and felt a nagging sense of unease. Lady Sarah cleared her throat and continued.
“As I was saying, these will be your co-workers. Each morning, you’ll need to see Trinh for your daily work assignment.” Lady Sarah said.
Lara’s face suddenly paled, as she remembered the reason for her uneasiness. Without asking for permission, Lara bolted towards the stairs.
“Lara? Where are you going?” Lady Sarah asked in surprise.
“I’m sorry, my Lady! I’ll be right back!” Lara shouted over her shoulder, as she took their stairs two-at-a-time.
She ran as fast as her considerable athletic talents allowed, and managed to catchup to Sam just as she was about to open the door to the master bedroom.
“Sam! Stop!” Lara shouted desperately, as she closed the distance between them.
“What?” Sam asked, opening the door.
“Don’t go in there!” Lara shouted in panic.
Sam appeared not to hear her and stepped inside the bedroom. Lara burst through the doorway a second after her.
“Sam, you need to get out of here right now!” Lara said insistently, while grabbing her best friend by the arms and trying to pull her out of the room.
“Lara! What’s gotten into you?” Sam exclaimed, while trying to pull away from Lara’s grip.
Lara looked around the room and stopped. Much like the corridor outside, Lara’s bedroom had received a full makeover. The hardwood floors were freshly oiled and polished, and the walls had a new coat of bright white paint. All of Lara’s old furniture was gone, and had been replaced with a large double-king-sized bed and modern Scandinavian-inspired dressers and side-tables. There was also a large and expensive designer rug on the floor. However, it wasn’t the change in furniture that stole Lara’s attention.
Hanging above the bed was a large colourful abstract painting from Sarah’s personal art collection; and gone was the obscene painting that had previously been hanging above Lara’s bed. The painting had been painted by the world-famous artist Richmond Duval, and had been mockingly titled, “The Countess entertains her guests.” The painting was incredibly detailed and lifelike, and Lara was instantly recognisable as the Countess in question. In the painting, Lara was naked on all fours, with a cock in her pussy, a second cock in her ass, and drooping strands of saliva connecting her lips to a third cock pointing at her open mouth. Lara breathed a sigh of the relief that she wouldn’t have to explain that scandalous piece of artwork to her friend, Sam.
“What the hell, Lara!” Sam shouted, shaking-off Lara’s grip.
Lara didn’t realise she was still holding on. She felt extremely embarrassed for her erratic behaviour, but she was too ashamed to come clean about the reason for her panic.
“Well???” Sam repeated indignantly.
“I… uh… this is Lady Sarah’s bedroom now. We shouldn’t be in here without permission.” Lara replied lamely.
It sounded like a made-up reason, but it was the only excuse Lara could think of. Sam burst out laughing.
“Wow! You’re really taking this maid thing seriously, aren’t you?” Sam giggled.
Lara blushed with embarrassment.
“Don’t worry! I get that you and your girlfriend have rules and boundaries.” Sam said, winking.
“Girlfriend?” Lara asked.
“Well, you are sleeping together, aren’t you?” Sam asked.
Lara couldn’t deny Sam’s accusation without revealing the true nature of her relationship with Lady Sarah, so she remained silent.
“Don’t worry! I won’t tell anyone your secret!” Sam said, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Besides, I think it’s cute! Like a rags-to-riches love story, or in your case a riches-to-rags love story.”
Lara felt her cheeks turning bright red with embarrassment and tried to change the subject.
“So, what are you doing here?” Lara asked.
“Didn’t Sarah tell you? I’m going to be handling your new social media account! Sarah thought you’d be more comfortable working with someone you know – especially after how well we worked together in Switzerland. By the way, the scenes you shot turned out amazing! I’m sure to win an award for best documentary! I’m still amazed that you agreed to go through with it. I know it was anonymous, but what made you suddenly decide to have sex with two male pornstars on camera?” Sam asked.
“I heard you needed help, and it was a new experience for me.” Lara answered.
“From what Sarah’s been telling me, you’ve been having a lot of new experiences this year.” Sam said, winking.
Lara’s face went pale. Had Sarah told Sam about the slave contract? Did Sam know about Lara being prostituted her former staff, not to mention hundreds of strangers?
“I mean, what with you becoming a maid and all.” Sam explained.
Lara breathed another sigh of relief.
“Yeah, it has been a crazy year!” Lara replied, unaware that Sam knew much more about her sordid activities than she was letting on.
At that moment, Lady Sarah entered the room.
“So, this is where you’ve been hiding!” Sarah said. “And what was so important that you had to rush off?” Sarah asked, trying to sound serious but failing because of the amused smile on her face.
“She didn’t want me entering your ladyship’s room without permission.” Sam said, while performing a mock curtsey for emphasis.
“Is that true, Lara?” Lady Sarah asked.
Lara nodded, and silently prayed that Lady Sarah wouldn’t reveal her secret to Sam. Sarah smiled with amusement.
“Did Sam tell you that she’s going to be filming and producing the content for your website?” Lady Sarah asked.
“Yes, my Lady.” Lara answered, glad that Lady Sarah had changed the subject, but still a little confused. “Although I’m not sure why I need a website?”
“To help sell your games, of course!” Sarah answered in a condescending tone, as if Lara was thick. “The first thing we’ll need to do is take some publicity photos for your rediscovery of the Idol of Hathor.”
Lara’s heart skipped a beat. She silently prayed that Sarah wouldn’t tell Sam how Lara had really obtained the Idol of Hathor – in exchange for getting gangbanged by an entire African Tribe!
“We can move your maid duties around to fit in with Sam’s schedule. I told her that your camera got damaged while you were tomb raiding, so I thought the two of you could recreate your discovery in front of a greenscreen.” Sarah said.
“That’s a great idea!” Lara said, taking Lady Sarah’s hint.
“I’ll need you to describe the tomb’s interior, so I can get the AI to render it into the background, but I think I can make it work. Oh, it’s going to be so much fun working together again!” Sam said, wrapping her arms around a bemused Lara and hugging her.
“We might wait a few days for Lara to get settled in. She has work to do, now that she’s back to being a maid.” Lady Sarah said.
Sam smiled.
“I might come by and visit you at work.” Sam winked, before exiting the bedroom.
As soon as they were alone, Lady Sarah pointed Lara towards the wardrobe. Lady Sarah’s part of the wardrobe, which was most of it, remained unchanged – still filled with expensive designer dresses, shoes and jewellery. But Lara’s part of the wardrobe had been reduced to a pair of flat black shoes, like those worn by the Vietnamese maids, a dozen button-up black maid’s dresses and some activewear for her workouts. Even Lara’s casual clothes – t-shirts, jeans and runners – were gone.
“Get dressed and place your old shoes and clothes in the rubbish bin downstairs. Then come and find me in the library.” Lady Sarah told her.
“Yes, my Lady.” Lara answered.
“Oh, and don’t forget this.” Lady Sarah grinned, holding out a large black butt plug.
This new butt plug was even larger than Lara’s previous one. It was made of smooth black silicon, and consisted of a 4.5-inch-long teardrop-shaped head, which was 3-inches-wide at its thickest point, and was connected to a 2-inch-long oval base by a 1-inch-wide stem. Lady Sarah waited, while Lara stripped out of her ‘normal’ clothes and placed them in a pile on the floor. Then she picked up the large black butt plug and spat on it. Lara hated how vulgar she felt whenever she did that, but she needed the spit for lubrication. Trying not to dwell upon how far from her previous privileged position she had fallen, Lara bent over and pressed the dildo against her asshole.
Lara shivered, as her sphincter stretched open around the thick black butt plug, getting steadily larger until the object popped inside her. Lara didn’t know what was more embarrassing: having to walk around her old house with an enormous black butt plug shoved up her ass, or the fact that she was able to fit it inside her so easily. Lara slid on a pair of small black G-string panties, which she felt certain would not cover up the base of the butt plug if she bent over, and a black push-up sports bra, which made her breasts look amazing. Then she pulled on one of the black maid’s dresses and buttoned it all the way up to the high collar, as she had seen the other maids do. Lastly, she put on the pair of flat black shoes. Lara hated flats – they were so common and unflattering – but she consoled herself with the fact that all the other maids also had to wear them.
Lara stepped out of the walk-in-wardrobe and checked out her reflection in the large mirror on one of the new Scandinavian side tables. The outfit was just as she had feared – boring! The black dress, while neat and well made, was hardly sexy and the flat shoes weren’t flattering at all! Lara suddenly found herself longing for the slutty French maid’s uniform that Lady Sarah had made her wear before their overseas trip. Sure, it was humiliating and degrading, but at least it was sexy! The narcissist in Lara couldn’t handle being just another face in the crowd, and fading into the background. She wanted to be noticed! She wanted attention and admiration! Frowning, Lara carried her old clothes and shoes downstairs and put them in the kitchen rubbish bin.
Despite Lady Sarah’s sexual demands, spending the last two months not having to perform menial labour and being able to wear normal clothes felt like a holiday. Going back to the daily grind of being a lowly servant was going to be hard. Lara walked into the library and saw that the large wooden table where Alistair normally did his research was empty of books for the first time in years. Of all the rooms in the Manor house, the library had changed the least: the original shelves and books were still present, along with the heavy oak table, although the old leather armchairs had been replaced by more modern ones. Lady Sarah was sitting in one of those armchairs, sipping from a glass of champaign, while she browsed the news on her smartphone.
A rebellious voice in Lara’s mind wanted her to make a snide remark about Lady Sarah being surrounded by priceless books, but looking at her phone instead. Lara was wise enough to silence that voice and remain respectful. Lady Sarah had changed into a casual but elegant sapphire blue dress, with a white belt and matching white heels, making her look every inch the English aristocrat. By comparison, Lara felt like she looked so common that it made her want to scream. Lady Sarah looked up at her and smiled warmly.
“Hmmm, well it’s not as sexy as your old maid’s uniform, but it is a lot more presentable – and I suppose that a Countess like myself does need to keep up appearances.” Sarah said, twisting the knife to remind Lara of her diminished status.
“Yes, my Lady.” Lara answered, trying not to show any emotion.
Lady Sarah explained Lara’s new schedule and duties. Lara was surprised by how little sex it involved. During her time away from the Manor, Lara had been gangbanged and prostituted more times than she cared to remember. She had assumed that upon her return to Abingdon, this treatment would continue. Instead, aside from “servicing” Lady Sarah each morning – waking her up with oral sex and then being fucked by her in return – the only other time she was expected to put-out was each afternoon between 4.30pm and 7.00pm.
This news should have come as a great relief to Lara, but instead she felt a strange sense of disappointment that her around-the-clock sexual exploitation was coming to an end. It left Lara feeling very confused, since she was still in denial about her growing sexual addiction. Lara pushed the doubt from her mind and tried to focus on the present. Lady Sarah told her that the new schedule would start tomorrow, so she would just spend this afternoon performing her house maid duties and getting to know her new Vietnamese coworkers. Lady Sarah told her that she would need to see Trinh, the head maid, each morning for her daily work assignment.
Lara walked downstairs and saw three of the maids dusting the furniture and vacuuming the floor and rugs inside the main hall. Lara walked towards them, but then hesitated. They all looked identical and none of them were wearing nametags, so how would she know which one was Trinh? Getting people’s names wrong was one of Lara’s greatest social anxieties – she had even confessed as much to her therapist, Doctor Smith. It was why she made such a conscious effort to remember people’s faces and names – it became a source of pride with her, to never forget a face.
“Excuse me. I’m looking for Trinh.” Lara said politely.
The maids stopped working and stared at her.
“I Trinh.” One of them replied. “You know that if you stuck around for introduction!”
The two other maids in the room snickered and spoke to each other in Vietnamese. Lara’s cheeks reddened slightly, but she cleared her throat and continued.
“Lady Sarah told me that I should see you for my work assignment.” Lara said, trying not to sound ruffled.
“You clean ground floor bathrooms. Make sure you do good job. I no care you sleeping with Lady Sarah. You get no special treatment!” Trinh told her derisively.
The other two maids made a joke in Vietnamese, which Lara felt certain must have been about her. She walked towards the laundry, with her still ears burning from the laughter of the three Asian maids. Lara gathered up the supplies she needed – a bucket and sponge, plastic gloves and bathroom cleaning chemicals, and started cleaning the bathrooms. All the bathrooms had received a makeover, with brand new tiles, basins, showers and toilets. Despite her outrage at Sarah having made changes to her house without her permission, Lara was forced to admit that the new bathrooms looked a lot more stylish than the dated old ones had.
Once again, Lara had cause to regret the impressive size of Croft Manor. The ground level alone had eight large bathrooms. She spent the next two hours on her hands and knees, scrubbing toilets and tiles, and cleaning showers and sinks. She was allowed a break for lunch, and joined the other maids in the kitchen. Lara tried to get to know them, but the other maids rudely excluded her from their conversations; they deliberately spoke to each other in Vietnamese and pointedly ignored anything that Lara said.
After lunch, Lara resumed her backbreaking labour. Within an hour, Lara started to feel a familiar craving for sex. Her body had grown accustomed to a diet of constant sex and now she was having withdrawals. It also didn’t help that during the downtime on her overseas trip with Lady Sarah, Lara had become addicted to masturbating – partly from the boredom and partly from her carnal desires. Lara told herself that she could stop anytime she wanted, but like most addicts, she was in denial. Lara tried to ignore her arousal and focus on her work; but the insistent tingling and moistness between her legs became harder and harder to ignore.
Maybe just a quick rub will help me focus, Lara thought? After all, what’s the harm if no one finds out, she told herself to rationalise her decision. Lara walked to the door of the bathroom she was currently cleaning and locked the door. Lara laid a folded towel on the floor and sat down on it, before unbuttoning the lower half of her long dress and sliding her panties off. With the urgency of a woman on the clock, Lara started vigorously strumming her clitoris. After about a minute, she unbuttoned the top half of her black dress and started massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples, while imagining herself back in Africa, being gangbanged by hundreds of horny black tribesmen.
Lara was so lost in her own world that she didn’t hear a key being inserted into the lock, or the bathroom door opening moments later. Two Vietnamese maids stared in shock at the sight of Lara sitting half naked on the bathroom floor, with her dress unbuttoned and her legs spread, while shamelessly masturbating. One of the maids noticed the large black butt plug sticking out of Lara’s ass and pointed it out. Both maids raised their hands to their mouths and stifling a laugh. Lara’s eyes shot open in horror and she frantically tried to cover herself. Both maids burst out laughing, while exchanging derogatory comments in Vietnamese.
“Please! It’s not what it looks like!” Lara shouted vainly after the two maids, who were already out the door and running off to tell their friends what they had just witnessed.
Blushing with shame, Lara pulled her panties back on and buttoned-up her dress. She felt foolish and embarrassed for being caught masturbating, but also angry at the maids for violating her privacy, since the bathroom door had clearly been locked. But above all, she felt frustrated that she had been interrupted before achieving orgasm. In effect, all she had done was edge herself and make her sexual cravings worse. Lara resumed cleaning the bathroom in a foul mood, while waiting for the inevitable fallout from her poor judgement. It came 20 minutes later, when she was summoned to the great hall.
As she entered, she heard one of the maids talking about her. Lara assumed it was Trinh but she couldn’t be sure, since they all looked identical.
“That girl no good! She lazy, playing with herself instead of working! You should fire her!” Trinh implored.
Lara blushed at hearing herself described in such derogatory terms, but she gritted her teeth and walked onwards into the room. All of the maids were present, standing to attention before Lady Sarah, who was sitting on one of the new leather couches. It reminded Lara of a scene from a royal court – Queen Sarah sitting in judgement over her subjects. Lara halted in front of Sarah.
“Well, Lara? What do you have to say for yourself?” Sarah asked accusingly.
Lara thought about denying the accusation, but she worried that if Lady Sarah caught her in a lie, the punishment would be even worse. But what excuse or reason could she possibly give, she wondered?
“I was on a break.” Lara said lamely.
The other maids sniggered, while the head maid became enraged.
“Look at her! The stupid slut has no shame!” Trinh shouted accusingly at Lara.
Lady Sarah held up a hand for silence.
“Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Trinh. I’ll deal with this matter personally.” Lady Sarah said.
Lady Sarah turned to address the other maids.
“You can all go back to work.” Lady Sarah said. Then she turned towards Lara. “Lara, you and I will speak about this later tonight.” Lady Sarah told her.
Lady Sarah’s voice sounded serious, but Lara thought she could see the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. Lara left the hall in disgrace, with the other maids giggling behind her. She blushed, when she heard them whispering to each other in Vietnamese and laughing at her. Trinh remained behind. Her unquestioning loyalty to Lady Sarah warred with her desire to protect her employer.
“Lady Sarah, I know it is not my place to speak out of turn, but I feel it is my duty.” Trinh said.
She stood at attention, awaiting Lady Sarah’s response. Lady Sarah smiled at the Vietnamese woman with genuine affection.
“You’ve served me faithfully for several years, Trinh, and I value your opinion.” Lady Sarah said, giving Trinh permission to speak her mind.
“That girl is no good! I can tell! You are a great and generous Lady, and she is taking advantage of you!” Trinh said with conviction.
“My relationship with Lara is complicated. We went to school together. She comes from a wealthy family, and used to live in a large house like this one.” Sarah explained, deliberately leaving out that she used to live in this actual house. “But then she lost her wealth, so offered her a job and a roof over her head.”
It wasn’t entirely a lie, Sarah thought. Lara had fallen on hard times, and Sarah had offered to help her – maybe not in the altruistic fashion that she was explaining to Trinh, but then Sarah found that half-truths were often much more effective than outright lies.
“You have a kind heart, but she is taking advantage of you.” Trinh said.
“The heart wants what it wants.” Sarah said, spreading her hands.
Trinh considered the implications of what Lady Sarah had said and then nodded her understanding.
“It’s not a secret that I’m in a romantic relationship with Lara, and I don’t expect you to treat her any differently to the other girls. Keep me informed of her progress.” Lady Sarah said.
“Thank you, Ma’am.” Trinh said, and then left the room.
Sarah smiled after Trinh left the room. Her plan was progressing beyond her wildest dreams. Sarah had planned on it taking much longer to turn Lara into a sex addict, but clearly her psychological manipulation had been even more successful that she thought; and Lara getting caught masturbating when she should have been working was like a gift from God! Sarah had always planned on manipulating the maids into despising Lara and making her work life into a living hell; but she needed their dislike to be organic, so that Lara didn’t catch on to what she was doing. With events progressing so quickly, Sarah decided to accelerate her schedule. She stood up and went to find Sam.
As intended, rather than softening Trinh’s feelings towards Lara, Sarah’s words only served to confirm to Trinh that she was right to dislike her. That afternoon, after they finished work at 4.00pm, Trinh and the other maids had a meeting in the minibus that drove them to and from work from their accommodation. The minibus was Lady Sarah’s idea, since her new estate was not situated close to any public transport. It was that sort of thoughtful concern for her employees’ wellbeing that made them so fiercely loyal to her. While the chartered bus driver drove them home, the maids held a vocal discussion in Vietnamese. As far as she and the other maids were concerned, Lara was nothing but a lazy gold-digging slut, who was trying to seduce their beloved employer and steal her money.
Meanwhile, back at the Manor house, Lady Sarah found Lara scrubbing a toilet in the last of the downstairs bathrooms.
“Follow me.” Lady Sarah said, and walked off without waiting, forcing Lara to jog to catch up to her.
Sarah led Lara down the hallway to a disused storage room, except that now there was an electronic keypad next to the door.
“Place your thumb on the pad.” Lady Sarah told her.
Lara complied, and a moment later, the wooden door slid open to reveal a futuristic-looking white elevator.
“The pad is keyed to your thumb print. At 4.00pm each day, you will ride this elevator downstairs to the basement. You are not to enter the basement by any other means, and I expect you to be in the elevator at 4.00pm sharp. Any tardiness will be punished.” Lady Sarah said.
“Yes, my Lady.” Lara replied.
Lady Sarah gestured for Lara to step inside the elevator, before joining her. The door slid shut and the elevator began to descend.
“My Lady, what’s down here?” Lara asked.
The basement of Croft Manor had always been in a state of decay, consisting of disused servants’ quarters packed with old furniture and discarded household items. Lara had never found the time or money to clean it out and fix it up.
“Your new playroom.” Lady Sarah answered with a smile.
The elevator opened into a small brightly-lit room, containing a shower, a toilet and a dressing table stocked with makeup and perfume. Lara noticed a bright red LED clock above a large steel door at the other end of the room.
“This is where you’ll get ready.” Sarah told her cryptically. “At 4.30pm, that door will open and you’ll walk naked inside. You’ll then be given further instructions.”
Without another word, Lady Sarah got back in the elevator and left, leaving Lara alone in her new changeroom to freshen-up. Lara looked around at her surroundings with distaste. Everything in the room was white, and the harsh fluorescent lights gave the space an impersonal and clinical appearance. Lara stripped out of her maid’s dress and underwear, and removed the large black butt plug from her ass. Lara’s asshole puckered at the absence of the butt plug, and she had to consciously squeeze her gaping hole shut. Walking around all day with her sphincter stretched open a full inch by the butt plug was definitely going to make her asshole looser over time, Lara thought, and she resolved to do extra Kegel exercises to compensate.
Lara took the opportunity to use the toilet and shower, before applying some perfume and subtle makeup. She also found a tube of lubricant on the dressing table and applied it liberally to both her holes, since she was under no illusions about what she’d be doing in the playroom. At exactly 4.30pm, the large steel door at the other end of the room rolled open. Inside was a large brightly-lit room, flooded with diffused white ceiling lights that cast almost no shadows. There was an identical large double steel door at the other end of the long room, but the room itself was practically empty, except for a raised metal platform and half a dozen mechanical arms hanging down from the ceiling. It reminded Lara of the sort of space where expensive high tech sportscars would be put together.
“Step onto the platform.” A familiar-sounding female voice said through hidden speakers.
Lara walked onto the platform.
“Place your feet onto the markings provided and raise your arms above your head.” The female voice told her.
The intonation of the voice sounded slightly disjointed and artificial, like it was being computer generated, but it definitely sounded familiar, Lara thought. Lara saw two red illuminated foot-shaped markings on the floor of the platform and stepped onto them, before raising her arms above her head as instructed.
“Thank you, Lara.” The familiar voice said.
Lara’s eyes widened in recognition, as she heard the familiar voice say her name. The voice belonged to Sam! Lara had a momentary panic attack, but she forced herself to remain calm. That wasn’t Sam’s voice she was hearing; it was just some sort of computer-generated simulation that Sarah was using to mess with her head. Without warning, the robotic arms hanging from the ceiling sprang to life. The arms were metallic silver in colour and fully articulated. They reminded Lara of the metal arms used by the Spiderman comic book villain, Doctor Octavius. Each long tentacle-like arm ended in a C-shaped metal clamp. Lara experienced an uncomfortable yet exhilarating feeling of helplessness, as the C-clamps closed around her wrists and ankles, like shackles. The fit was very loose at first, but it didn’t remain that way for long. The inside of the clamps were lined with soft black rubber, which started to inflate inwards around her wrists and ankles.
The end fit was too tight for her to move, but not so tight that it cut-off her circulation. With all of her limbs secured, Lara looked up and saw another robotic arm bearing a larger elongated C-clamp approaching her from the side. The oval-shaped clamp closed around her waist, and then the rubber inner portion inflated, forming a perfect fit around her stomach and lower back. The last thing she saw was a previously hidden arm, which had a weirdly futuristic-looking flight helmet on the end of it. The white helmet slid down over her eyes and ears, blocking out most of her sight and hearing. Then the black rubber lining that skirted the lower edge of the helmet inflated, forming a perfect seal around Lara’s head, which left her completely blind and deaf.
The metal platform she was standing on retracted down into the floor, leaving Lara hanging from the 6 mechanical arms. As she waited helplessly, in absolute silence and darkness, Lara felt like she was trapped in a kind of purgatory. Only time would tell whether what awaited her on the other side would be heaven or hell. Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Manor House, Sarah and Sam were making their own preparations.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? I don’t want you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.” Sarah said, doing her best to sound sincere and concerned.
Sam’s heart was racing and her cheeks were flushed with excitement at the thought of being involved in her best friend’s secret sexual fantasies, but she tried to play it cool.
“I’m fine.” Sam answered, trying not to sound too eager.
Sarah had invited Sam down into the basement an hour earlier and given her a guided tour of the impressive facilities. To say that Sam was shocked by what she found was an understatement. The amount of money and work that must have gone into finishing the luxurious basement was astonishing. They descended down what had originally been the servant’s staircase, but which had been widened considerably and renovated with expensive white marble steps and polished steel bannisters. The stairs led to an electronically locked steel door, through which was a long and luxuriously appointed gallery with another door at the far end.
To call it a corridor would not have done it justice, because it was wide enough for two cars to drive along it, side-by-side. The walls were painted a deep luxurious red and the floor was dark polished hardwood. Hanging from the walls of the softly lit gallery were large portraits of the previous Earls and Countesses of Abingdon, spaced evenly apart and illuminated from above with diffuse white lights, typically found in a professional art gallery. Sam walked along the corridor, admiring Lara’s aristocratic ancestors posing in all their finery. The entrance gallery seemed purposefully designed to impress visitors with the status and pedigree of their beautiful hostess.
But when Sam reached the portrait entitled, “Lara Croft, the Eleventh Countess of Abingdon,” the nature of the paintings abruptly changed. In this astonishingly lifelike painting, Lara was reclining backwards while naked, sitting on an antique red Victorian sofa. Her legs were splayed wide apart, with her feet resting against the arms of the sofa and four fingers of her right hand were thrust inside her wet pussy. Sam’s eyes were drawn to Lara’s beautiful photo-realistic face, which was blushing with obvious arousal.
Moving along, Sam saw that the next painting was titled, “The Countess and her loyal butler.” This portrait showed Lara naked again, and seated with her legs spread lewdly apart. A large black butt plug was clearly visible inside her asshole, while her right hand grasped a large cucumber that was half-buried inside her glistening pussy. But as gorgeous as her body was, Sam’s eyes were drawn to Lara’s happily smiling face, which had lines of sticky white cum dripping down across her cheeks, nose and chin. Directly above her head was an erect penis, which was dripping a long rope of gooey cum down onto her forehead.
On the wall opposite was yet another indecent painting, titled “The Countess entertains her guests.” In this painting, Lara was painted naked on all fours, surrounded by faceless tuxedo-clad men, whose belts and flies were undone. Lara was straddling one white man, whose cock was impaling her pussy, while a second black man thrust into her asshole from behind. A third faceless white figure was standing in front of her, with his saliva-drenched cock pointing at Lara’s face, while glistening strands of saliva stretched out between the tip of his cock and Lara’s open mouth. In the background were another five faceless tuxedo-clad men, all standing in a semi-circle around Lara, giving the impression that she was being fucked in the middle of a crowd of onlookers.
“Holy shit!” Sam said out aloud.
The walls further along the corridor were empty, although lighting was setup for another 3 paintings. One of empty slots already had a plaque placed beneath it, which read, “The Countess travels to Africa.” Sam smiled broadly at the title. She had a pretty fair idea what that painting would be about, and she couldn’t wait to see it when it was finished!
The door at the other end of the gallery led to a softly lit bar and lounge area, which looked like it belonged in a posh hotel. Opposite the extravagant bar were half-a-dozen doors that led to self-contained changing rooms, each with its own toilet, shower and dressing table. Sarah directed Sam into the first of the rooms, where she undressed and changed into a complimentary white cotton robe and soft white slippers. When she emerged a few minutes later, Sarah was dressed identically to her, making Sam feel like she was a guest at a luxury spa.
Sarah handed Sam a wireless headset with a boom microphone, and a high-tech controller that looked like an overbuilt iPad. Sarah explained the operation of both to her. The headset, she explained, would let Sam communicate with Lara, while disguising her voice; while the controller would let Sam access the different functions of the playroom, as well as manipulate Lara’s body into any position she wanted. There were about 80 pre-programmed poses that she could select from, or Sam could assume manual control of the individual arms. The system had safeguards programmed into it, which prevented Lara’s being pushed beyond her limits and getting injured.
Sam took the controller with almost unseemly excitement. Any doubts she felt about what she was doing had been banished by the obscene paintings of Lara, which she had seen hanging in the entrance gallery. Lara was clearly a sexual freak, so why should Sam feel guilty about indulging in her secret sexual fantasies? Sarah asked her if she was ready, and Sam nodded. Sarah pointed to a button on the controller’s screen, which Sam pressed, causing the large metal door to roll open.
On the other side of the metal door was a long white room. Sam saw Lara hanging naked from half-a-dozen mechanical arms. Only half of her face was visible beneath the helmet she was wearing, but despite that she looked incredibly beautiful. Sarah disrobed in front of her, revealing her lithe naked body, and Sam felt suddenly self-conscious about her own nakedness. Sarah gave her a reassuring smile, and Sam hesitantly removed her own robe. Sam was 5’5” tall, with shoulder-length black hair cut into a stylish bob, and mixed Japanese-Portuguese parentage that gave her an exotic appearance. She had the beautiful face and naturally slender body common to many Japanese women, but with larger hips and breasts, thanks to her mother’s Portuguese heritage.
In short, Sam was a cute young Asian woman had no trouble attracting men and had nothing to be ashamed of; but being in the presence of these two stunningly beautiful women left her feeling inadequate. Sarah had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was stunningly beautiful, with the tall and graceful body of a runway model. Lara, on the other hand, while also stunningly beautiful, was tall and athletic, with the exaggerated curves and raw sex appeal of a swimsuit model. They were almost polar opposites: like fire and ice. Anyone who saw Sarah in a designer dress would be left awestruck, thinking how good she looked in it; while anyone who saw Lara wearing an identical designer dress couldn’t help but imagine how good she’d look out of it.
Sam’s eyes were drawn to Lara’s tattoos. This was her first time seeing them in person, and she still found it hard to reconcile the slutty tattoos with the prudish friend she remembered from their earliest adventures together. Nevertheless, the tattoos looked incredibly sexy on Lara’s naked body. The tattoo on Lara’s right wrist – a small daisy chain of a female figure surrounded by four male figures, symbolising that Lara was into group sex and gangbangs – was covered up by the C-clamp restraining her wrist; and the tattoo on the back of Lara’s neck – a small black crown with Sarah’s initials, “S G”, written beneath it in Old English Font, symbolising that Lara was a whore and Sarah was her owner – was covered up by Lara’s long hair.
Of the tattoos that were visible, the black ring tattoo on her right ring finger symbolised that Lara was a swinger, who enjoyed attending sex parties and swapping partners. The large tattoo across Lara’s left ribcage was still a mystery: 12 lines of cursive text, which consisted of 13 pairs of letters per line, with 7 pairs of letters on the last line, for a total of 150 pairs of letters. But the tattoo that Sam found the sexiest was Lara’s bold garter tattoo. That tattoo was positioned halfway up Lara’s left thigh, and consisted of two black lines that ran around the circumference of her thigh, with a 1-inch-wide gap between them. The thicker upper black line was 1.5-inches-wide, and the thinner lower line was only half-an-inch-wide. The thick top line had 6 unfilled circles in it, spaced out evenly in a semi-circle around her outer thigh.
The first circle at the front of her thigh contained a Triskelion – a triangular spiral symbol that announced that Lara was into BDSM. The second circle contained the outline of a circle with a cross through it – which announced that Lara was a submissive slave, who was owned by a female mistress. The third circle contained a squared-off U-shaped swing symbol – which announced that Lara was into swinging, and could play with others, provided you got permission from her mistress. The fourth circle contained the outline of a love heart with an infinity loop overlaid on top of it – which announced that Lara was polyamorous and enjoyed having sex with multiple different partners. The fifth circle contained a butterfly – which announced that Lara was bisexual and enjoyed sex with women. And the sixth and final circle, located on the back of her thigh, contained the outline of a love heart with the numbers “231” written inside it – which was the numerical representation of the letters “B C A”, which announced that Lara was a “B” who needed a “C” in her “A” (A bitch who needed a cock in her ass). It announced to the world that Lara enjoyed anal sex.
Sam ran a delicate finger along Lara’s thigh tattoo. Lara tensed sightlessly at this unexpected sensation. Sam grinned and activated her headset mic.
“Are you ready to have some fun, Lara?” Sam’s voice asked her teasingly, projecting through the speakers in Lara’s sensory-depravation flight helmet.
“Yes, Ma’am!” Lara answered too loudly, almost shouting because she couldn’t hear the volume of her voice through the noise-cancelling helmet.
Sarah talked Sam through the other functions of the playroom. Sam pressed a button, and an entire section of wall retracted, revealing several rows of shelves containing various sex toys.
“These are straight from R&D. We’re going to call them Futa Belts. Every Lesbian on the planet is going to buy one, and I’m going to make a fortune!” Sarah announced proudly.
Sam picked one up. It looked like a standard strap-on, except that there was a 6-inch-long and 1-inch-wide ribbed phallus on the inner part of the belt. Sam assumed it would function like a double-ended-dildo. The front portion had a 5-inch-long steel tube, designed to plug into the various dildos on display on the shelves. Sarah swung a belt around her hips and inserted the inner phallus, before adjusting and buckling it into place. Sam’s eyes were drawn to towards the enormous equine dildos on the top shelf, but Sarah suggested she try something smaller first.
“There’ll be plenty of time to play with the big boys later. Try one of these softer ones first. They’re more bendable, which makes them perfect for oral sex. Sarah gave Sam one of the smaller dildos – small being a relative term, because the floppy black dildo she handed her was 10-inches-long and 1.5-inches-wide. Sarah selected and identical dildo. Sam saw that both dildos had small straw-sized holes in the tip and base, yet none of the larger ones seemed to have similar holes.
“What are these holes for?” Sam asked.
“It’s an airhole - a safety feature, so Lara can get deepthroated without any risk of her suffocating.” Sarah explained.
“Why don’t the larger ones have them?” Sam asked, pointing towards some of the horse-shaped dildos on the shelves.
“I didn’t bother putting any on the larger dildos, because they won’t fit inside her mouth without dislocating her jaw.” Sarah answered.
Sam nodded her understanding. Sarah had clearly put a lot of time, thought and money into designing and building this playroom for Lara. She clearly cared for Lara very much, and Sam just hoped that Lara realised how lucky she was to have found someone as understanding as Sarah. After all, how many people, male or female, would be prepared to let their loved one fuck hundreds of African tribesmen, just to fulfill their darkest sexual fantasy, and yet still loved them? Sam was something of a hopeless romantic, and she couldn’t help but root for a happy ending, now that Lara had apparently found love.
Sarah walked over and showed Sam how to plug her dildo into her Futa belt, before pressing a button on the side to turn it on.
“Let’s start with that position.” Sarah said, pointing to one of the icons on Sam’s controller.
Sam grinned and pressed the corresponding button. Instantly, the mechanical arms swung into action. Lara’s legs slid out wider, making a sexy A-shape, while her upper body was bent forward at the waist. Her arms were pulled down beside her legs, almost like she was taking a bow, and her helmet-encased head was pulled forward, with her neck arched back.
“Open wide, sweety!” Sam said into her headset.
To her surprise, Lara obeyed immediately. Sam aimed her black strap-on at Lara’s open mouth and pressed forward. Immediately, Sam moaned in surprise, as she felt the phallus inside her pussy vibrate to life.
“Ugghhh!” Sam moaned, as she pushed in deeper.
She could feel the ribs of the phallus inside her pussy, closest to the base, beginning to expand, while the vibrations grew more intense.
“It’s calibrated so that the phallus expands in direct proportion to how far you penetrate your lover. Push in halfway and the first half of the phallus expands outwards. As you push in deeper, more of the phallus expands until you bottom-out.” Sarah explained.
It was weird – like she was fucking Lara and yet being fucked at the same time. Sam pushed her strap-on further into Lara’s mouth, feeling the phallus inside her swell in size and she pushed deeper inside Lara’s mouth. She could feel the thickness travelling deeper inside her pussy, as if someone was pushing a ghostly penis into her, in perfect mimicry of the dildo she was pushing into Lara’s mouth. Sam pushed her strap-on all the way into Lara’s slender throat and the vibrations got even more intense.
“Oh fuck!” Sam moaned, as she pushed all the way inside Lara’s tight throat, and felt the entire length of the phallus inside her pussy swell to almost double its original diameter.
“The tighter the hole, the more intense the vibrations!” Sarah grinned.
Sam placed her fingers on Lara’s windpipe, feeling it expand outwards around the large dildo invading it.
“That’s crazy!” Sam said, feeling Lara’s swan-like neck swell beneath her hand.
“You haven’t seen anything yet!” Sarah said, taking the control pad from Sam, but holding it up so that Sam could see what she was doing.
Sam watched Sarah scroll through the preset positions, before clicking on one. Immediately, the shiny mechanical arms whirred to life. Lara’s sexy body was flipped over onto her back. Her body was now hanging parallel to the floor, with her weight supported by the large C-clamp around her slender waist. The position forced her to arch her back sexily. Lara’s feet were pulled up and apart by her ankles, like a woman in a birthing chair, while her arms were pulled down behind her back. The robotic arm attached to Lara’s helmet forced her head backwards, creating a straight line from her mouth to her throat. Sarah invited Sam to swap ends and resume fucking Lara’s open mouth.
Sam pushed her 10-inch-long dildo between Lara’s moist lips and kept pushing. The Futa Belt’s phallus expanded inside Sam’s pussy, as she pressed forward, and the vibrations increased exponentially, as she slid the dildo into Lara’s tight throat. Sam watched mesmerised, as Lara’s slender throat expanded around her thick dildo, like a snake swallowing an egg. Sam bottomed out and held the dildo inside Lara’s stretched-open throat. She could hear a soft whistling sound coming from the dildo, as Lara breathed in and out through the straw-like airhole. Sam pulled backwards and thrust forward again, feeling the vibrations slow momentarily and then accelerate again, in response to how far she pushed into Lara’s throat.
Sam placed her fingers onto Lara’s throat, and felt her friend’s windpipe stretching open around the dildo. She could actually feel the dildo sliding in and out of Lara’s throat – it was insane! Sam heard Sarah moaning happily. She looked up and saw that the beautiful blonde had her own Futa strap-on buried inside Lara’s pussy. The two women made eye contact, and with a grin of understanding, they started vigorously fucking Lara from both ends – spit-roasting the former Countess of Abingdon like a piece of meat.
Lara gagged around the long dildo stretching-open her throat. Had it been a real penis, she would have passed-out by now from lack of oxygen. As it was, the small straw-like opening in the dildo allowed her to breath, albeit with greatly restricted airflow. It felt uncomfortable and a little claustrophobic – like trying to breathe through as gasmask while running – but it was manageable. She could feel a second dildo pounding in and out of her pussy, which confirmed that at least two people were fucking her. She could tell from the size, stiffness, and texture that it wasn’t a real penis, which probably meant it was a second woman. Lara wondered who else Sarah had invited to use her? Lara prayed it wasn’t any of the Asian maids.
Despite her strong independent personality, Lara was getting turned-on by her helplessness. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, as the long dildos pistoned in and out of her pussy and mouth. Without warning, the dildo pulled out of her throat. Suddenly, she felt the arms holding her change position again. Lara’s head was pushed lower and her wrists were forced upwards against her breasts, causing them to become mashed together between her forearms. A moment later, Lara felt someone straddling her face, and then felt the long dildo pushing in between her breasts.
“Lick my ass, you dirty girl!” Sam’s voice said through her helmet.
Lara blushed and stuck out her tongue. She could smell and taste the musky scent of the butt-crack of the woman straddling her face and fucking her breasts. It didn’t taste like Sarah, and Lara blushed with shame at how indecent it was that she should know what Sarah’s ass tasted like. Yet that shame was also turning her on, and she felt the wetness between her legs grow, as she pushed her tongue deeper inside the star-shaped sphincter of the unknown woman above her.
“Oh, fuck!” Sam exclaimed, as she pushed her strap-on dildo in and out of the deep valley of Lara’s cleavage.
She couldn’t believe she was titty-fucking Lara’s magnificent breasts, while getting her ass eaten out by her at the same time! She idly wondered how many men would have traded their souls to live out this dirty little fantasy. Sam grinned and started grinding her ass down onto Lara’s mouth, forcing Lara’s face deeper inside her sweaty ass crack. She could feel Lara’s wet tongue poking up inside her asshole. Sam had never been rimmed before and it felt amazing!
“I told you her tongue was talented!” Sarah said breathlessly, as she vigorously pounded Lara’s pussy like high school boy trying to lose his virginity.
“Ahhhh!” Sarah moaned, as the vibrating Futa Belt finally brought her to orgasm.
Sarah pumped in and out of Lara’s pussy several more times, before holding it inside her as if she was giving her a cream pie. When her orgasm subsided, Sarah pulled out and watched with a self-satisfied grin, as Sam slid her ass up and down Lara’s face, while she titty-fucked Lara’s impressive chest. Sarah walked around and grabbed two handfuls of Lara’s heaving breasts, before pushing them even tighter around Sam’s rapidly thrusting strap-on dildo. This increased both the pressure and pleasure that Sam felt transmitted by the Futa Belt. Then it was Sam’s turn to orgasm, and her entire face went bright red from the intense sensations she felt.
When she was finished, Sam was left sweating and breathing heavily. There was an awkward silence, as Sam waited to see what they would do next.
“Can… can we go again?” Sam asked expectantly.
Sarah grinned and nodded.
“But I think Lara’s ready for something bigger, don’t you agree?” Sarah suggested cheekily.
Sam nodded eagerly. Sarah disconnected the 10-inch-long dildos from her and Sam’s Futa Belts and placed them in a bucket, ready to be washed and sterilised, before selecting two new sex toys from the shelves. These black dildos were almost twice the size of the previous ones – about 18-inches long and obviously modelled on a horse, although they were more anthropomorphic in terms of their shape. The head and shaft were about 2.75-inches in diameter, but lacked the flared tip and thick medial ring of an equine penis. Instead, the tip looked more rounded, and the shaft gradually thickened towards the base, widening to about 3-inches in diameter at its thickest point.
Sarah suggested another position, and Sam smiled and activated the controller. Lara felt like a powerless ragdoll, as the powerful robotic arms yanked her into an upright position. Her arms were pulled high above her head, stretching-out her spine and forcing her chest to point prominently out in front of her. Meanwhile, her legs were pulled out to her sides at a 90-degree-angle, forcing her to do the splits. Lara grunted in alarm, as she felt like the arms would dislocate her pelvis, but they stopped just short of injuring her. Unknown to Lara, Sarah’s programmed failsafe ensured that the robotic arms pushed Lara’s flexibility to the limit, but never exceeded it.
Lara felt soft hands grabbing hold of her hourglass hips, while something large pressed against the entrance to her pussy. She’d been fucked by enough oversized dildos these past few months to know what was coming, but rather than feel fear, she felt excitement and arousal. The dizzying sexual high of her African gangbang had left Lara craving even more extreme experiences, which made the relative lull of the last few days feel almost like drug withdrawal for her. Although she didn’t want to admit it, deep down she wanted this! Lara felt her wet pussy lips stretch open around the thick horse dildo, and she consciously relaxed her muscles to help it push inside her.
Lara moaned loudly, as the first inch of thick horse didlo forced its way inside her pussy. Her unknown lover started rocking backwards and forwards, each time pushing another half-an-inch of horse dildo into Lara’s overstuffed pussy. Lara found herself using what little movement the robotic arms allowed her to unconsciously thrust her crotch forward against the horse dildo. When she had about 6-inches stuffed inside her pussy, she felt a second horse dildo poking in between her buttocks. Lara groaned, as the 2.75-inch-wide tip pushed inwards against her straining sphincter. Despite its monstrous size, the horse didlo was actually narrower than the butt plug she had been wearing. Lara’s once-tight asshole to stretched-open almost effortlessly around the dildo and swallow it inside.
Lara shivered, as she felt the thick horse didlo snake its way deeper inside her ass. Meanwhile, Sarah had forced another inch of horse dildo inside her stretched-open pussy. The 7-inches of horse dildo packed inside her pussy left a visible bulge in her lower abdomen, extending upwards as far as her bellybutton. Now it was joined by a second bulge that extended all the way up to her ribcage, but veered off to the left, following the internal path of her colon. Lara’s helpless body shook, as the two enormous dildos stuffed inside her holes pushed and rubbed against each other through her sensitive flesh.
Lara’s holes were filled to capacity, and she could feel the enormous horse dildos sliding against each other through the thin walls separating her pussy and asshole. The sensory overload was too much for her to handle. Lara’s legs started to shake and she began to cum like a volcano. Lara cried out in orgasmic pleasure.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara moaned wantonly.
“You certainly are!” Sam’s voice answered in Lara’s ear, causing another orgasmic shockwave to crash over her.
Even after everything she’d seen, Sam was shocked that Lara could possibly orgasm from the two oversized horse dildos filling her pussy and asshole. It seemed crazy that both dildos even fit inside her at the same time, let alone that she could actually enjoy it! Sam couldn’t believe how deep her dildo was inside Lara’s ass. The Futa Belt made stretching open Lara’s anal tunnel feel amazing. Sam gripped Lara’s hourglass hips and forced the entire 18-inch-length of the thick horse dildo up her friend’s ass. Lara let out a sexy whimper, which made Sam smile broadly and giggle with amusement at the absurdity of the situation. Who would have guessed that her posh and prissy best friend was secretly a size-queen?
At Sarah’s behest, Sam reached around and placed her hand against Lara’s flat stomach. As she thrust in and out of Lara’s ass, she could feel the thick dildo pushing outwards through Lara’s flat stomach. It felt surreal – like a scene from the Sci-Fi movie Aliens. The bulge moved up her athletic stomach in time with Sam’s thrusts, allowing Sam to feel how deeply she was penetrating Lara’s bowels. At full penetration, the distended bulge went all the way up to Lara’s lower ribcage. Sam couldn’t understand how Lara could take such a massive object inside her. Surely, the gigantic dildo was rearranging her internal organs, Sam thought?
Sarah and Sam continued to double penetrate the writhing and moaning Lara, until they experienced their own orgasms. When they were done, Sam stared in amazement at the aftermath of their lovemaking. Both of Lara’s holes were gaping open like a pornstar after a large gangbang. Her pussy looked like an oversized pink taco, which had been emptied of filling, while her asshole resembled a long dark railway tunnel.
“Maybe we should give her a break.” Sam told Sarah, genuinely worried for Lara’s safety.
Sarah chuckled. “Don’t worry. She’s taken a lot more abuse than this!” Sarah said.
Sam’s raised her eyebrows, wondering if Sarah was being serious or just bragging.
“But if you’re worried, why don’t you try out her mouth for a while?” Sarah suggested.
Sam felt her heartrate quicken and licked her lips in anticipation. Sam wasn’t a lesbian, but she would have been lying if she said that she wasn’t excited by the thought of Lara’s soft lips pressed up against her pussy. Sam scrolled through the positions in the controller and selected a suitable one. The robotic arms whirred back to life. Lara was flipped onto her front and forced down on all fours. Sam slid her crotch beneath Lara’s head and spread her legs apart. She pressed another button on the controller, which caused the robotic arm attached to Lara’s helmet to push her headwards. With Lara’s face now buried between her legs, Sam toggled on microphone on her headset.
“Eat me, Lara! Show me what a good little pussy licker you are!” Sam ordered.
Lara blushed at Sam’s latest command. She tried to tell herself that it was just an AI facsimile of Sam’s voice, but the truth was that it was getting to her. She pressed her lips and tongue against the crotch of the anonymous woman in front of her and got to work. Lara again realised that the woman she was orally pleasuring wasn’t Sarah, because she tasted different. Lara blushed with shame that she would even have such a thought, but it was true! Lara got to work, licking small wet circles around the woman’s clit. Without being able to see or hear, it was hard to tell at first if she was doing a good job. But very soon she detected the telltale squirming and trembling of a woman approaching orgasm. Lara kept going, doggedly licking until the woman finally orgasmed and pushed her away.
“Mmmm… such a good little slut!” Sam’s satisfied voice said into Lara’s ears, as the mechanical arms pulled her up into a kneeling position.
With her lips and chin still drenched in the strangers love juice, Lara felt a pair of soft feminine lips pressing against her mouth. Lara unconsciously opened her lips and allowed the stranger’s tongue to invade her mouth. Lara moaned, as their tongues slithered and coiled around each other like two wet snakes, before the stranger finally broke off their kiss. The arms activated again and pulled Lara upwards. Her legs were pulled straight out and her ankles were forced apart, like there was an invisible spreader-bar between them. Then she was forced to bend forward at the waist, while her wrists were pulled up uncomfortably high behind her back. Sam applied lubricant to her right hand and then toggled her microphone to on.
“Ugghhh!” Lara groaned, as she felt four slippery fingers penetrating her asshole.
“You like that, don’t you?” Sam’s voice said in Lara’s helmet.
Lara gasped, as the four fingers pushed knuckle-deep inside her asshole. The fingers formed a spear-shape that pistoned in and out of Lara’s asshole, loosening it further. Then she felt a thumb join the finders. Lara felt her gaping asshole stretch open wider, as it expanded around the thickest part of the hand invading it, before finally allowing it inside.
“Mmmmm, such a pretty asshole!” Sam said, as her hand snaked its way deeper inside Lara’s ass.
Lara groaned, as she felt her asshole distending inwards around the woman’s wrist.
“Gugghh!” Lara cried out, as a powerful vibrator was unexpectedly pressed against her pussy.
Sarah grinned at Sam, as she pressed the purring vibrator against Lara’s clitoris. Lara felt her asshole loosening, as the invading hand slid in and out of her ass. She moaned sexily, as the hand snaked its way deeper inside her bowels. Lara could feel the delicate fingers reaching deep inside her colon, while her asshole was stretched open even wider to accommodate the extra thickness of the woman’s forearm. The woman kept pistoning her hand in and out of Lara’s gaping asshole, each time managing to get it a little bit deeper inside her. Lara heard Sam’s amused laughter echoing in her ears.
“Holy crap, Lara. I’m elbow deep back here!” Sam said, giggling with amusement.
Lara blushed with shame and arousal, as the pleasure built in her pussy. Her entire body started to buck and shake against her restraints.
“Cum for me, Lara! Show me what a dirty little slut you are!” Sam ordered.
“Ahhhh! Ughhh!” Lara screamed wordlessly, as the stimulation of her pussy, coupled with the enormous pressure in her ass, drove her crazy with pleasure. She orgasmed violently, screaming with pleasure and shaking uncontrollably as she came.
Sam not only heard Lara’s orgasm but actually felt it, as Lara’s tight anal tunnel clenched and unclenched around her hand and forearm. Sam left her hand lodged elbow deep inside Lara’s ass, while Sarah continued pressing the powerful vibrator against Lara’s pussy. Lara begged and pleaded that she couldn’t take anymore, but Sarah was relentless, and Lara orgasmed for a full minute before her body finally went limp. Sarah finally pulled the vibrator away, and Sam pulled her arm from Lara’s sucking asshole.
“Wow! Look at that incredible gape!” Sam chuckled.
Lara’s formerly tight asshole resembled a wide-open manhole. Sam wished she had her camera to record the incredible sight. Sarah handed her a drink bottle and then took a long drink from her own bottle, before bending down and pressing the straw against Lara’s thirsty lips. Seeing Lara greedily gulping down the water made Sam realise how thirsty she had become. When she was done drinking, she turned to Sarah.
“So… do we get her down now?” Sam asked.
“Why? We still have another 45 minutes.” Sarah said with a grin.
Sam’s eyes lit up with excitement, and she grinned back at her.
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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement