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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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Twenty-seven 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. Lara has passed the halfway mark of her year of voluntary slavery, and is now trying to adjust to life at the newly renovated Green Manor (formerly Croft Manor, her ancestral home). Lara’s former staff and friends are gone, pushing her further into the arms of Lady Sarah and Lara’s best friend Sam, who unknown to Lara has become another unwitting pawn in Sarah’s schemes. As Sarah’s invisible web closes in around her, Lara’s fall from high society is accelerating.
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The egg vibrator that functioned as Lara’s alarm clock went off at exactly 5.00am. Lara silently pulled the bedcovers from her body and got up. She was completely naked, since Lady Sarah forbade her from wearing any clothes to bed. Lara walked quietly to the bathroom, where she removed and washed the egg vibrator from her pussy, and the massive 3-inch-wide black butt plug from her ass. After brushing her teeth and using the toilet, she exited the ensuite bathroom and walked silently over to the large walk-in closet.
Lara dressed in her workout gear, which consisted of bright neon-coloured scrunch-butt yoga pants and a matching sport’s crop top with a built-in bra. Lady Sarah told her that since the crop-top had plenty of support, Lara didn’t need to wear a bra under it. It went without saying that Lara was forbidden to wear panties under her leggings as well. Lara’s new workout clothes were far more colourful than she was used to, and from a brand she’d never heard of. Each day’s workout clothes were a different colour, and today’s outfit was bright pink.
Both the leggings and top were tight-fitting, but had a good deal of spandex in them, so they stretched out over Lara’s body like a second skin. The pink yoga pants had a V-shaped waist that sat high over her hips, while the back of the leggings had a seam sewn between her buttocks, which separated her ass cleavage like she was wearing a thong. Lara wasn’t too upset, since she was exercising in private and the leggings did make her athletic ass look amazing. Thankfully, the doubled-up fabric around the crotch of the leggings was thick enough that she didn’t display an embarrassing camel-toe.
The crop top was similarly tight, and looped around behind her neck and back, before ending just below her ribcage, leaving most of her stomach and lower back exposed. The crop top had a plunging V-neckline that showed-off the top curves of Lara’s breasts and a scandalous amount of her central cleavage. There weren’t any runners, so Lara walked barefoot downstairs to workout. The Manor’s private gym had received the same extensive renovations as the rest of the house, and the well-lit and modern gym would have been at home in any luxury hotel or apartment building.
The gymnasium room was an odd shape, being quite narrow but unusually long. The longest wall of the gym was now fully mirrored, with different pieces of exercise equipment arranged along it, while on the opposite wall was a long, raised platform, upon which sat different weight plates and dumbbells. Unknown to Lara, there were ultra-high-definition cameras setup at multiple heights behind the one-way mirrored glass of the wall, and behind the tinted black glass finish on the vertical side of the raised platform behind. The cameras were there to record Lara’s daily workouts and stream them live to her newly established Onlyfans account. Sam was running the account, with offsite help from some of Sarah’s tech people.
Lara had been in a media blackout since the beginning of her contract Sarah, so she was completely unaware of the media frenzy that blew up, when it was announced that Lara Croft was starting an Onlyfans account. The press release, authored by Sarah, stated that while Lara would be starting out with mostly fitness videos, modelling shoots and behind-the-scenes content, it hinted that she would be looking forward to creating more exciting content for her fans in the future.
More than a million people signed up to her Onlyfans at launch – partly for the promise of spicier content to come, and partly because her subscription fee was substantially lower than other Onlyfans creators: most Onlyfans creators charged $20 plus per month for their memberships, but Lara was only charging the minimum $5 per month. This again was Sarah’s idea, to maximise Lara’s target audience and grow her fanbase. Overnight, Lara became one of the largest channels on Onlyfans, and an average of 200,000 fans tuned each morning, to watch Lara workout live. Sam posted a video of Lara’s hour-long workouts on the website later in the day, so that any fans who missed the livestream could watch it later.
Afterwards, Sam skipped through the footage of Lara’s workout and created short clips to post on her newly created TikTok and Instagram pages – which were designed as clickbait advertising to draw more people over to her Onlyfans. The advanced AI running the cameras was able to track Lara’s movements inside the gym, and then choose the optimum angles to film her from. In addition, the AI was able to learn from the comments section of Lara’s Onlyfans page, which camera angles were the most popular and then give her fans exactly what they wanted.
When Lara performed a set of barbell squats or deadlifts, the nearest low-mounted camera would stare upwards at her heart-shaped ass. When she performed a set of barbell curls or presses, the nearest high-mounted camera would stare down her crop drop at her sexy cleavage. When she performed a set of push-ups or pull-ups, one of the side-angled cameras zoomed-in on the feminine curves of Lara’s athletic body. Since Lara didn’t know she was being filmed, she would often stop between exercises to check herself out in the mirror. As far as her adoring fans were aware, she was posing for them, and they loved it!
The comments section of her Onlyfans page was handled by a team of 3 girls, employed fulltime by Sarah for fan engagement. They read and replied to every single comment, as if they were Lara herself. To keep fan engagement high, they made Lara’s replies deliberately friendly and flirtatious – which left her loyal fans begging for more content. All the clothes and swimwear Lara modelled in her photoshoots were available for purchase, and even her workout clothes were from an activewear brand that Sarah had recently acquired. Sales of everything Lara wore were through the roof, so much that many of the companies could barely keep up with the demand.
After Lara finished her workout, she went into the Gym’s bathroom and completed her vaginal and anal Kegel exercises. Now that she was being fucked with oversized dildos every day, Lara had become even more paranoid about her well-used holes becoming looser over time. Every day, she placed the custom-made Kegel trainer inside her pussy and asshole and squeezed it repeatedly to strengthen and tighten her muscles. When she was finished, Lara walked to the kitchen to have breakfast. Without any live-in staff, the house was completely deserted, so Lara ate alone.
She finished breakfast with about half-an-hour to spare, so she went into the library and chilled with a book. Then it was time to wake-up Lady Sarah. At exactly 7.00am, Lara crawled back into bed with Sarah and pulled down the covers. Sarah was sleeping in a sexy pink babydoll negligee and a matching pair of frilly pink panties. Lara slid the panties down Lady Sarah’s long legs and got to work licking her pussy. Lady Sarah liked to be awakened by oral sex each morning, and it was Lara’s duty to obey. Lara licked long wet circles around and across her mistress’s clitoris, while she ran her hands teasingly across Lady Sarah’s stomach and breasts.
Sarah moaned and stretched her arms languidly above her head. She smiled contentedly, as she felt Lara’s wet mouth pressed against her pussy. Sarah reached down and pulled Lara’s hands higher onto her breasts, inviting Lara to squeeze them while she went down on her. Lara’s cheeks flushed with sexual excitement, and she continued licking and squeezing her mistress. After a few more minutes of dutiful oral sex, she felt Sarah’s body tense-up. Lady Sarah’s moaning grew louder and her crotch started humping upwards against Lara’s mouth. Lara kept licking, until Lady Sarah couldn’t take her shuddering orgasm any longer and ordered her to stop. When her face emerged from between Lady Sarah’s thighs, Lara’s lips and chin were dripping with Sarah’s sticky love-juice.
“Mmmmmmm. I’ll never get tired of that wakeup call!” Lady Sarah said jokingly, while stroking Lara’s hair.
Lara blushed with embarrassment and remained silent, not knowing what to say.
“Turn around! All fours!” Lady Sarah ordered her, like Lara was her pet dog.
Lara obediently perched herself on all fours at the end of the bed, while Sarah opened the top drawer on the new dressing table and took out a custom-made Futa Belt. This design was a prototype she had made just for her and Lara to enjoy. So far, she’d used it on her lover every morning since it arrived, just over a week ago. Unlike the other Futa Belts, which had interchangeable strap-on dildo attachments, the dildos on Sarah’s Futa Belt were built in – and there were two of them. Each dildo was resembled an octopus tentacle, but without the sucker pads. The tentacles were both 12-inches-long and were about 1-inch-wide at the tip but gradually thickened to just over 3-inches-wide at the base. They were also far more flexible that the other strap-on dildos, and were able to bend back on themselves like, well, rubbery tentacles!
The other change was that this Futa Belt had two internal 6-inch-long phalluses, which Sarah lubricated and then inserted inside her pussy and asshole. Sarah had very little experience with anal sex, so she winced with discomfort as she pushed the pre-lubricated phallus up her ass; but she wanted to feel the double penetration like Lara felt it, so it was a price worth paying. Sarah rubbed lubricant over each of the tentacle dildos and then climbed onto the bed behind Lara. The tentacles were drooping down between her legs, like two enormous flaccid penises. Lara tensed, as she felt Sarah place the tip of each tentacle against the entrances to her pussy and ass, before pushing forward with her hips.
Lara moaned involuntarily, as the twin tentacles slid effortlessly inside her. The smooth surface of the tentacles provided very little friction, and Lara’s holes easily expanded open around the tapered tips of the tentacles. Sarah groaned with pleasure, as she felt the phalluses in her pussy and asshole expand in direct proportion to her penetration of Lara. Both Lara and Sarah moaned happily, as their holes were slowly stretched open. At about the 7-inch mark, which was just over half the length of the tentacle dildos, the tentacle penetrating Lara’s pussy collided with her cervix. Ordinarily, having reached the back of her pussy, this would have been as far as the dildo could go, but now the ingenious design of the tentacles came into play. The flexible tentacle folded back upon itself like a toilet snake, allowing even more of the dildo to penetrate Lara’s pussy.
Lara moaned more loudly, as more and more of the tentacles pushed inside her stretched-open pussy and asshole. At the 10-inch-mark, both of her holes were stretched open about 2.5-inches-wide. The flexible tentacle in her ass was slithering its way deeper inside her bowels; meanwhile, the tentacle inside her pussy was coiled against itself like a snake, effectively doubling its volume inside her pussy. Lara’s lower abdomen started to bulge outwards, as Sarah forced the last 2-inches of the tentacles inside Lara’s pussy and asshole. Lara’s gaping holes were each crammed full of 12-inches of flexible tentacle dildo, and stretched open 3-inches-wide around the thick bases.
Sarah started pistoning the dildos in and out of Lara’s holes. She grinned, when she saw Lara unconsciously rocking her hips backwards to meet her thrusts. Sarah grabbed hold of Lara’s long ponytail and pulled her head backwards. The old Lara would have reacted angrily to Sarah even touching her hair, but the new Lara loved being dominated and slammed her ass backwards against Sarah’s thrusting hips. Lara might pretend that she was still the classy intelligent aristocrat she had once been; but Sarah knew that deep down, Lara was a lusty nymphomaniac who loved to be dominated. Lara’s grunting became louder and more frequent, as she bucked her hips backwards against the dildos penetrating her. Sarah was also getting close, and suddenly pulled out.
“On your back!” Sarah ordered forcefully.
Lara obeyed instantly. A small independent voice in Lara’s mind bristling at being ordered around, but it was entirely drowned-out by her lust and arousal. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, as if inviting a lover into her embrace. Sarah knelt between her legs and admired Lara’s gaping pussy and asshole – such a difference from the tight little holes they had been only 6 months earlier. Both holes were gaping open over an inch-wide, like two inviting pink tunnels. Sarah pushed the tip of each dildo inside the gaping entrances to her pussy and ass, and then pushed forward again with her hips.
Both women moaned, as their respective holes became full again. For Sarah, the modified Futa Belt made her feel like she was both double-penetrating Lara and receiving a double-penetration at the same time. As she thrust forward, the outermost part of the 6-inch-long phalluses inside her pussy and asshole expanded to twice their original diameter – about 2-inches-wide. As she went deeper, more of the phalluses expanded, travelling deeper inside her until reaching the very tips. At the same time, the Futa Belt caused the phalluses to vibrate in direct proportion to the tightness experienced by the dildos – growing stronger the tighter it became. Needless to say, having both of Lara’s holes filled at the same time with two thick tentacle dildos made the going very tight indeed.
With the insistent vibration of the Futa Belt, Sarah could feel herself about to orgasm. As Doctor Smith had suggested, after providing a full psychological appraisal of Lara’s mental state and the best avenues to manipulate her emotions, Sarah leaned down and locked her lips with Lara’s. As Sarah orgasmed, sensors inside her experimental Futa Belt detected it, and a second unique feature activated. Both tentacles stretching open Lara’s pussy and asshole started vibrating violently as well. Lara cried out, but Sarah maintained her kiss, forcing her wet tongue deeper inside Lara’s mouth. Lara instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around Sarah’s body and returned the kiss.
The intense mutual orgasm caused a flood of oxytocin to be released into Lara’s brain, making her unwittingly pair-bond with Sarah. Every time they had sex and orgasmed together, that emotional bond would be reinforced. Sarah wanted Lara to fall in love with her, and she didn’t mind resorting to a little psychological manipulation to achieve her goal. When their mutual orgasms subsided, a circuit deactivated the vibrating feature of the Futa Belt. Both women panted breathlessly, as their sweaty naked bodies slid against each other in a tangle of limbs.
“Shower time?” Lady Sarah asked brightly.
Lara smiled. Despite bristling at having her position usurped in her own home, she had come to enjoy shower time with Lady Sarah. Inside the newly renovated ensuite bathroom was a luxurious double-shower, which allowed Lara and Lady Sarah to shower together. For Lara, it felt like being back at boarding school again. They talked and laughed, and washed each other’s backs and hair. Lady Sarah didn’t order her around in the shower, and Lara appreciated not being reminded of her demotion in rank to that of lowly servant. For that brief 15-minute shower, she felt like Lady Sarah’s equal. Afterwards, both women got dressed: Lady Sarah in a fancy designer outfit and Lara in her boring maid’s uniform.
Normally, Lara would have to go downstairs to find the Trinh, the head maid, for her daily work assignment. Lara hated being a maid, especially now with the new cleaning staff. Trinh treated her with contempt and the other Asian maids weren’t much better. They constantly mocked her, calling her lazy and stupid for not being able to tell them apart. Lara suspected that they lied about their names, even when she did guess them correctly, just so they could make fun of her. They were also constantly critiquing her work. Yesterday for example, she’d been forced to clean the same bedroom three times, because each time Trinh said her work was substandard. All of this was eroding Lara’s self-confidence.
Today she had the day off, because she was doing another photoshoot for her website. Lara had been back at Croft Manor for about 2 weeks – no, Green Manor, Lara corrected herself with a grimace. Her first photoshoot with Sam took place two days after she got back. For that shoot, she had been dressed in her sexy Tomb Raider outfit: not her classic Tomb Raider costume, but the sexier (some would say sluttier) version from her new computer game. On her upper body, she wore a tiny green crop top that felt several sizes to too small. Without a bra, the outline of her nipples was fully visible poking out through the thin green material, which mashed her breasts together like she was a waitress at Hooters.
On her lower body, she wore a pair of skin-tight brown cheeky shorts, which were cut-off so short that the lower half of her athletic bubble-butt was hanging out the back. In fact, the only carryover from her original costume was the high-cut military boots and socks, and her twin-holstered gun belt. Lara assumed various poses for Sam, who snapped photos of her in front of a greenscreen and the placed a fictitious tomb in the background, based upon Lara’s description of her adventure in Africa. Afterwards, the best 50 photos were posted in ultra-high resolution on her website, along with a behind-the-scenes video of Lara posing. Two days later, Sam told her that the fans were asking for another photoshoot.
Sam showed Lara a heavily sanitised version of the comments section from her webpage, which contained nothing but simpish fan comments, each with thousands of likes, all saying how beautiful and amazing she looked and begging for her to do another photoshoot. After her demeaning treatment at the hands of the new maids, Lara couldn’t resist the boost to her ego of these thousands of thirsty male admirers. But what finally made her agree to another photoshoot was when Sam asked Lady Sarah if Lara could have the day off from her maid duties on photoshoot days, so that Lara was fresh and well rested. Lara was overjoyed and grateful that Sam was looking out for her like that.
Lara’s second photoshoot saw her model a series of swimsuits in front of the camera. Lara didn’t object, since she’d done bikini modelling shoots for various magazines in the past. Sam used the first swimsuit as the litmus test for how far she could push Lara that day. The white one-piece was actually pretty conservative on top, with a zip-up front, long sleeves and a high neckline front and back. But at the bottom, both sides had excessively high leg openings that went all the way up to Lara’s ribcage, exposing her naked hips and accentuated her long legs; and the back terminated in a wire-thin thong that was completely swallowed by her sexy ass. Lara had never worn a thong in public before – Sam remembered her once saying that thongs and G-strings were lingerie, and only strippers or hookers would wear them in public. Sam had to supress a smile at how much her prudish best friend had changed.
When Lara donned the sexy white one-piece swimsuit without argument, Sam knew she had her. Sam took multiple sexy photos of Lara in various poses, of which the sexiest ones involved shooting her from behind and having her stare seductively over her shoulder, while Sam focused the camera on her glorious ass. The next few swimsuits were two-piece bikinis, which showed off a lot more of Lara’s upper body, particularly her spectacular cleavage. The bikinis got progressively smaller and more revealing, but Lara seemed to revel in the attention she was receiving, and again didn’t object.
The final swimsuit of the photoshoot was a tiny yellow micro bikini. The bikini bottoms were little more than a triangular piece of yellow fabric that was just large enough to cover Lara’s pussy, and which was joined together by 3 thin yellow cords that wrapped around Lara’s waist and bisected her bubble butt like a piece of dental floss. The bikini top consisted of two equally tiny triangular pieces of fabric, which were large enough to cover Lara’s areolas but not much else, and were held in place by two pairs of thin yellow cords that tied up behind her back and neck. The scandalously revealing bikini top only just covered her nipples, but brazenly displayed her side-boobs, under-boobs, and inner cleavage.
Sam kept her tone very professional and gently guided Lara through her poses. Lara blushed slightly, but nevertheless smiled obediently for the camera and did everything that was asked of her. Sam posted the best 60 pictures of Lara modelling the bikinis to the website: 10 photos per bikini, along with anther behind-the-scenes video of Lara posing for the camera. The fans seemed to love the behind-the-scenes videos, and the feedback for the photoshoot was incredibly positive. Sam showed Lara another selection of carefully curated comments the following day, and then suggested that Lara should up her game by doing some implied nudity, which Sam assured her would be very artistic and tasteful.
Implied nudity is a form of photography that bridges the gap between swimsuit modelling and full nudity. In it, the naked model (usually female) assumes various poses, but because of her body positioning or the angle of the camera, her private parts are covered – so the nudity is not seen, but rather is implied. Lara had always considered this sort of modelling to be tacky click-bait, reserved for sleezy men’s magazines and seedy strip club advertisements. Lara vehemently refused to participate. She might enjoy the extra attention from her devoted fans, but she had her standards!
Lara’s stubborn defiance lasted a week, before she caved. She hated being a maid – not the sexy cosplay version of a French maid she had been before, but an actual maid performing monotonous back-breaking manual labour; she hated the relentless bullying of the other maids; and she missed the attention and validation that she got from modelling for her fans. The old Lara would never have agreed to model nude – even if it was only implied; but everything Lara had been put through over the past 6 months had warped her sense of propriety and self-awareness. It was hardly unexpected, since Sarah had systematically alienated her from her closest friends, made her debase herself in front of people she respected, subjected her to brutal sexual tortures and kept her isolated from the outside world, like a brainwashed cult member.
Sam’s photo studio was located on the ground floor, in what had once been a large formal reception room. The space now consisted of a greenscreen that took up one entire wall, along with bright studio lights and professional camera equipment. There were also numerous green boxes and differently shaped green props stacked along the back wall, which Sam could use to digitally add objects or elements to the foreground of each picture. Sam was already inside the photo studio, setting up the camera equipment, when Lara arrived.
Lara knocked on the door, and immediately felt embarrassed that she had to knock and ask permission to enter a room in her own house.
“Come in!” Sam called out.
Lara entered the room and closed the door behind her.
“Hey there! Ready to take some photos?” Sam asked cheerfully.
Sam’s bubbly demeanour helped to ease Lara’s nerves, and she nodded.
“Cheer up, Lara! I promise it’ll great!” Sam said, throwing a supportive arm around Lara’s back, and walking her into the photo studio.
Sam told her to get undressed. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t have been a cause for embarrassment, since both friends had seen each other naked on numerous occasions; but things felt different after Lara had agreed to be an actress in Sam’s sex documentary. Now, the innocent act of being naked in front of her best friend felt undeniably sexual. Lara just couldn’t shake the feeling that Sam looked at her differently, after seeing her have sex on camera with two African American pornstars. Lara’s cheeks reddened, as she stripped out of her maid’s uniform and underwear. She had left her large black butt plug upstairs, since she would be doing a photoshoot today. Lara cringed inwardly, as she imagined how humiliated she’d feel, if she ever forgot to take it out, and had to try and explain its presence to Sam.
Sam dragged over a 3-foot-by-3-foot green box for Lara to sit on. Then she started calling out directions. The first pose that Sam had her assume was modelled on The Thinking Man, a famous sculpture created by the French sculptor Auguste Rodin in 1904. Lara sat on the box with her legs slightly apart. Her right hand was supporting her chin, with her elbow resting on her knee. Her left hand was between her legs, covering her smoothly shaven pussy. The pose caused her biceps to mash her breasts together against her chest, making them look even larger and rounder.
“Now, look like you’re thinking about something serious! Perfect!” Sam said.
Click. Click. Click.
“Now push your knees together but keep your feet apart. Lean back on your elbows and cover your breasts with your hands! Smile!” Sam said.
Click. Click. Click.
The pose was evocative of a woman in a very short skirt, trying vainly not to flash her underwear while sitting down. However, the smile on Lara’s face and the fact that she was holding her breasts gave the pose a teasing playful tone – like a girlfriend feigning modesty, just before spreading her legs for her horny boyfriend. Sam thought that Lara looked amazing. Her cheeks had a slight flush to them, which coupled with her shyness at being photographed semi-naked, gave the photos an extra layer of sensuality and eroticism. For her part, Lara desperately hoped that Sam didn’t notice the moistness growing between her legs. She didn’t know why, but something about being naked and ordered around by Sam was making Lara extremely aroused, and she could feel her cheeks blushing with embarrassment.
The next pose had Lara sitting upright, with her hands against her neck and her forearms covering her breasts. The pose again mashed Lara’s breasts against her chest and showed-off her central cleavage and under-boobs.
Click. Click. Click.
The pose after that had her move behind the box and lean forward, pressing her large breasts against the upper surface of the green box, like two soft round balloons. Lara looked up and smiled at the camera.
Click. Click. Click.
Lara maintained the pose, while Sam raised the camera she was using above her head, so that the higher vantagepoint would also capture the sensual curves of Lara’s upturned buttocks.
Click. Click. Click.
Sam took the box away and had Lara stand with her legs crossed and one arms across her chest, while the other hand shielded her crotch.
“Look anxious, like you’re busting to use the toilet!” Sam said.
Lara felt mildly ridiculous, but she did as she was told.
Click. Click. Click.
“Now turn around and look over your shoulder. Smile!” Sam said.
Lara turned and looked back over her shoulder. Her long hair fell down her naked back like a silky brown waterfall. The twin globes of her gloriously round ass looked like the twin bumps of a stylised love heart, while the slightly offset angle of Sam’s camera meant that the view of Lara’s holes was only just hidden by the back of her inner thigh and the lower curve of her buttocks.
Click. Click. Click.
Next, Lara was instructed to kneel and assume the same pose, but with her hands resting submissively on her thighs. The erotic image of Lara nakedly kneeling immediately evoked thoughts of a woman about to perform oral sex on her lucky lover.
Click. Click. Click.
Sam wheeled in a prop that looked like a tall clothing rack on wheels, with golden chains hanging down from it like doorway beads. Sam told Lara to stand behind the chains and lean forward through them, like a waterfall, so that only her upper body was sticking out. Sam gathered two handfuls of chains for Lara to hold, and positioned Lara’s hands in such a way that the gathered chains hung down vertically across Lara’s breasts and obscured her nipples from the camera.
“Smile!” Sam said
Click. Click. Click.
Next, Sam had Lara stand in front of the chains, with her feet apart. Sam grabbed two handfuls of chains from behind Lara and draped them over Lara’s shoulders. She adjusted the chains to that they rested inside her deep cleavage and then hung straight down across Lara’s naked crotch like a loincloth. Then Sam took two more gold chains and draped them down Lara’s breasts, so that each of her nipples sat inside a chain-link. This left Lara’s chest completely exposed, except for her nipples, but Lara still did not object.
“Smile!” Sam said.
Click. Click. Click.
Sam wheeled the rack away and told Lara to lie down on the floor. Moments later, Sam placed what looked like an oversized green door snake across her breasts and crotch. The prop was about 6-feet-long and 5-inches-wide, and would allow Sam to place a digitally generated python snake over Lara’s body, like a classic men’s magazine centrefold picture. Sam took multiple pictures of Lara lying down, with the “snake” arranged in different positions on her naked body. Then she had Lara sit up, with her legs spread wide apart, like she was doing the splits. Sam placed the head of the “snake” over Lara’s crotch, and then looped it up over her neck, with the two halves hanging down over her breasts.
“Smile!” Sam said.
Click. Click. Click.
Sam took away the “snake” and Lara did some more poses standing side-on to the camera, while holding her breasts in her hands. Then Sam had Lara do the same thing, but now kneeling side-on, with her ass almost touching the ground, while holding her breasts in her hands. It was the sort of pose a pole dancer might assume onstage, and Lara blushed with embarrassment, but still forced a smile as Sam took her picture.
Click. Click. Click.
The next batch of photos involved a small orange traffic cone. First, Lara sat on the ground, with the traffic cone placed between her widely splayed legs. Lara held two fingers over each of her areolas from the sides, which left the erotic curves of her round breasts completely exposed to the camera.
Click. Click. Click.
Next, Sam instructed her to get down on her hands and knees, side-on to the camera. Sam positioned the traffic cone so that it only just blocked the camera’s view of Lara’s closest nipple. Lara looked to the side and smiled at the camera.
Click. Click. Click.
The final batch of photos had Lara back on her hands and knees, now facing away from the camera. Lara had her legs spread apart and her ass pushed down as low as it would go, while looking back over her shoulder at the camera. Sam placed the orange traffic cone so that it concealed both of Lara’s brazenly exposed holes and then returned to her camera.
“Smile!” Sam said.
Click. Click. Click.
With the photoshoot now ended, Lara got dressed while Sam went through the photos and selected the best ones from each pose. Sam’s ultra-high-definition camera took photographs in rapid bursts, so there were 50 to 60 photos from each pose, from which Sam chose the best 2 or 3. Sam quickly prepared a batch of vanilla photos for Lara to inspect. In these, Lara was photographed in front of a deserted tropical beach, which was completely AI generated. Lara frowned at first. She still hated how prominent her tattoos looked, but she had to admit that the photos looked sexy. Despite her misgivings, she was looking forward to reading the comments from her fans.
As soon as Lara was gone, Sam got to work on a second batch of photos, which unknown to Lara would also be upload to her Onlyfans. Sam experimented with different AI backgrounds for each photo, until she found the perfect background theme for each one. Sam grinned with amusement, as she scrolled through the finished products. In one photo, Lara was naked in the Thinking Man pose, sitting in the middle of a crowded art gallery, surrounded by people looking at her like she was an exhibit. In the next photo, Lara was smiling and holding her breasts, while reclining backwards on the hood of a red Ferrari at a car show, again surrounded by a crowd of onlookers, all pointing their camera phones at her.
Sam scrolled through the enhanced photos with a growing sense of excitement. In one, Lara was sitting naked in the middle of a crowded lecture theatre, smiling and covering her breasts with her forearms. In another, Lara was lying naked on the front deck of a sailboat, smiling while a crowded ferry sailed past, with all the passengers staring at her. In a third, Lara was standing naked outside a public toilet, with her legs crossed as if busting to go and her arms covering her breasts, while the other people in line gawped at her. In the fourth photo. Lara was smiling backwards over her shoulder, while standing naked onstage inside a crowded theatre, with the spotlights shining down on her.
The next series of photographs involved Lara in various poses at the centre of a busy street, with only a strategically placed traffic cone hiding her shame from passing motorists and pedestrians. As Sam scrolled onwards, the AI-enhanced photos got even more provocative: Lara posing with her naked upper body poking out through golden chains, while surrounded by a dozen naked women inside a middle eastern harem; Lara kneeling naked inside a public toilet stall, looking back over her shoulder and smiling, while two black cocks poked through gloryholes beside her head; Lara lying down behind the glass of a zoo reptile exhibit, with a large python slithering across her naked body, while a crowd of onlookers pointed cameras at her; Lara standing naked on the stage of a strip club, surrounded by lusty men throwing money at her. Lara kneeling naked in a locker-room, in front of a dozen black NFL players who all had their pants down and their cocks exposed, making it look like Lara was about to perform oral sex on them.
Oblivious to all of this, Lara smiled at how well her latest photoshoot had gone. She walked upstairs to the master bedroom and, as per Lady Sarah’s orders, reinserted her butt plug. Without any maid duties to perform, her time was now her own – at least until 4.00pm, when she was expected to ride the elevator down to the basement playroom. As she walked down the long corridor, Lara passed several of the Asian maids, who were cleaning and changing the bedsheets in the numerous guest bedrooms. They gave her dirty looks as she walked past, and Lara did her best to avoid them.
The maids’ animosity and resentment towards her seemed particularly bad on photoshoot days, when Lara had the day off from her maid duties. The maids hadn’t been told about Lara’s special arrangement with Sam and Lady Sarah. As far as they were concerned, this was just Lara being lazy and not pulling her weight around Lady Sarah’s house. Lara walked downstairs to the library, and was relieved to find it deserted. If any of the maids had been inside, Lara would have selected a book to read and then retreated to a quiet spot somewhere else in the house.
Lara curled up in one of the luxurious white-leather armchairs and started to read. Lara missed the antique high-backed leather armchairs that used to sit in her library. She had so many fond childhood memories of falling asleep in them, while waiting for her father to finish working on his latest piece of academic research. But those chairs were gone now, as was most of Lara’s old furniture. Lady Sarah’s extensive renovations were an unmistakable message to Lara: this isn’t Croft Manor anymore; it’s Green Manor now, and she’d best get used to it!
At lunchtime, Lara collected her food from the kitchen and retired back to the library. She had no desire to endure the accusatory stares and whispered insults of the other maids. By early afternoon, Lara was feeling increasingly horny. She squeezed her thighs together and resisted the urge to masturbate. Since returning to Abingdon, Lara’s embarrassing sexual addiction had gotten so bad that even she couldn’t deny it any longer. Even her morning lovemaking with Sarah and her afternoon sex marathons in the playroom weren’t enough to satisfy her ravenous sexual cravings.
Lara wanted desperately to masturbate, but there wasn’t anywhere safe to do it. The maids had already caught her twice, and they had keys to every room in the house, which meant that they could burst in on her at any time. The only room that was safe was the master bedroom, since it was only cleaned at specific times, and none of the maids would dare to invade Lady Sarah’s privacy uninvited. Lara had snuck away to the master bedroom several times to masturbate, but on the third occasion Lady Sarah had walked in on her. Lara had been mortified, and Lady Sarah’s peeling laughter left her blushing with shame.
Lara didn’t dare masturbate again after that, which left her feeling unbearably frustrated and horny. By 4.00pm, when it was time for her to visit the playroom, Lara was so desperate for sex that she probably would have fucked anyone. It was like she was a drug addict in withdrawal, desperately chasing her next hit. It wasn’t all bad though: Lady Sarah had complimented Lara on the enthusiasm she displayed in the playroom. Despite the lewd nature of the compliment, Lara beamed with pride.
For reasons Lara couldn’t fathom, Lady Sarah’s approval had become increasingly important to her. Lara wondered if this was just a byproduct of domestic servitude? Spending long periods in close quarters could create strong emotional bonds, while the power imbalance between master and servant could mimic the relationship between parent and child. Or it might be some sort of Stockholm Syndrome or Co-dependency, she thought! Lara pushed those darker thoughts away. All Lara knew for certain was that the thought of disappointing Lady Sarah made her feel inexplicably anxious and unsettled.
Lara looked up at the clock and watched the minutes tick by, far too slowly. After so many laborious days working as a maid, Lara thought she would revel in the free-time of her day off; but instead, all she could think about was how soon she’d get to visit the playroom and have sex. I really am a sex addict, Lara thought despairingly! She found herself loitering in the corridor outside the elevator, waiting for 4.00pm. Finally, it was time, and Lara rode the elevator down to her basement dressing room. Every surface in the small brightly-lit room was painted white, giving it an impersonal and clinical appearance.
Lara stripped naked, showered and used the toilet. Then she applied some subtle but stylish makeup to her face and applied lubricant to her pussy and asshole. With half-a-dozen minutes still to spare, Lara paced up and down the room like a hungry lion, while waiting impatiently for the bright red LED light above the steel playroom door to read 4.30pm. When the heavy steel door finally slid open, Lara walked inside without being asked, and climbed onto the raised metal platform. Her movements outpaced the instructions of Sam’s synthesised voice, and she was already in position before the automated message finally caught up with her.
Moments later, 4 tentacle-like robotic metal arms descended from the ceiling and clamped shut around her wrists and ankles. Then a fifth arm clamped shut around her slender waist, and a sixth placed a sensory deprivation helmet over her head, which covered her ears and eyes but left her face below exposed. The rubber seals in the helmet and C-shaped clamps inflated, ensuring a tight fit around Lara’s limbs and rendering her completely deaf and blind. The metal platform retracted into the floor beneath her, leaving Lara hanging helplessly about a foot off the ground. Lara’s nipples were hard with arousal, her pussy was indecently wet and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
At the other end of the playroom, Sam opened the second heavy steel door and invited the latest group of guests inside. This was the tenth group of guests that Lady Sarah had invited down to the playroom. Sam noticed that it was a mixed group, consisting of 3 couples, which complicated things. Sam preferred to have groups of either all men or all women, since the men preferred to keep Lara’s holes tight, whereas most of the women seemed intent upon stretching out Lara’s holes as much as possible. But some couples preferred to use Lara together, and since they were all high-paying Charity members, it wasn’t Sam’s place to object.
All of the guests were wearing luxurious white robes, which they discarded upon entering the playroom. Sam also disrobed out of politeness, since having a fully clothed person present might make the guests feel uncomfortable. Sam still wasn’t used to being naked in front of strangers, but she tried to hide her embarrassment. Lara was hanging naked from the ceiling, with her arms and legs spread apart like Leonardo Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man. It was a sight that Sam would never get tired of seeing. Sam used her controller to lower Lara closer to the ground.
The female guests immediately left their male partners behind and rushed to get a closer look at Lara’s naked body. The three women were all aged in their thirties, while their husbands were in their mid-forties or early fifties. Trophy wives, Sam thought judgementally! The women were giggling like excited schoolchildren, as they shamelessly molested Lara’s helpless body. The men seemed happy to let their women enjoy themselves. Lara shivered, as they ran their fingertips over her tattoos. They laughed as they pointed to the different pairs of letters tattooed on Lara’s left ribcage.
“Women!” On of the husbands told her. “I would have gotten my own initials, but my wife insisted on hers instead!”
He spoke to Sam as if she was in on some secret joke. The other husbands nodded in agreement, and spoke of making the same marital concession to their own wives. Sam’s eyes widened in realisation. The 150 pairs of letters tattooed onto Lara’s ribcage were people’s initials!
“It cost me a pretty penny – fifty-thousand pounds – but can you really put a price on your wife’s happiness?” The husband told her, before lowering his voice so that his wife couldn’t hear. “It also didn’t hurt that fucking Lara Croft was included in the purchase price!” He said with a wink and a smile.
“Yeah, say what you want about her, but Lara Croft is one hot piece of ass!” Another husband said.
He wasn’t so careful with the volume of his voice, and Sam saw a look of jealousy appear on the face of the man’s wife. She took out her frustration on Lara’s nipples, mercilessly pinching and pulling them in an act of petty spite, while Lara squirmed helplessly against her bonds.
“Why do you think she did it?” Sam asked, unable to supress her curiosity.
“What? Do you mean the tattoos, or whole sex slave thing? Who knows? Maybe she gets off on being humiliated? I mean, look at her!” The man said, pointing towards Lara’s restrained body.
Lara’s cheeks were flushed and they could all see the telltale signs of arousal dripping down her inner thighs.
“Maybe she’s always been a dirty little slut and now she’s found her true calling.” The man’s wife shouted back, before rudely slapping Lara’s ass, hard enough to leave a red mark.
Lara grunted and bit her lower lip suggestively.
“She really is gagging for it, isn’t she?” Sam said, to no one in particular.
“I was so happy when I heard about her maid bet with Sarah Green. The stuck-up bitch could do with being taken down a peg or two!” One of the women said.
“I know. The thought of Lara Croft on her hands and knees, scrubbing floors and cleaning toilets – it’s hilarious!” Another woman giggled.
“It gets me so wet, knowing that my initials are branded on the skin of a noble Countess.” The third woman said, placing her arm around her husband’s waist and kissing him to show her appreciation. “It’s like I own her now; like she’s my slave or something.”
“You own a piece of her – along with 150 other people.” Her husband corrected.
“Lara Croft – the timeshare sex slave!” The second woman giggled, and all the woman laughed at the joke.
“Did you know that Sarah’s got her doing Onlyfans now?” The third wife said.
The other women nodded enthusiastically, although the men remained silent and had guilty expressions on their faces. Sam wondered if that was because they were jerking-off to Lara’s Onlyfans behind their wives back? Sam supressed a grin.
“You know she’s already posting slutty bikini pics?” The first wife added.
The other women nodded excitedly.
“It’s only a matter of time before she starts posting nudes!” The second wife added.
“The high and mighty Lara Croft, now just another Onlyfans THOT!” The third wife said gleefully
“She won’t be looking down her nose at anyone anymore, after she becomes an internet pornstar!” The first wife cackled.
“It’s about time that snobby bitch was brought down a peg or two!” The third wife said cattily.
Sam rolled her eyes inwardly. Something about these rich, entitled society women rubbed Sam the wrong way. Their only two emotions seemed to be jealousy for those above them and contempt for those below them! Every group of women that came to the playroom had a variation of this exact conversation. There was something about the egos of wealthy society women, that they just couldn’t handle being upstaged by someone higher status and more beautiful than they were. Unlike the men, who were happy simply using Lara as a sexy and willing fucktoy, the women seemed to derive most of their pleasure from degrading and humiliating her.
Yesterday’s group, all women aged between their late thirties and late forties, had gleefully mocked Lara’s fall in social status and made degrading comments about her new tattoos. They laughed that an English Countess was now, in their words, decorated with body art more befitting of a stripper or prostitute. However, on this occasion, Sam noted that all of the wives were sporting small tattoos of their own, mostly on their wrists or ankles. Upon closer inspection, Sam noticed that they were identical to the swinger symbols incorporated into Lara’s garter belt tattoo. It made Sam wonder if the entire Charity was just a cover story for rich swingers to meet-up for sex parties ,without drawing public attention?
Sam thought it likely, since all of the Charity members seemed completely at ease tying up and fucking one of their members! Did Lara know when she joined the Charity, Sam wondered? Then she shook her head at her naivety. Of course, Lara knew! Just look at what she did in her spare time! Lara liked to pretend that she was a prim and proper English Countess, but Sam knew the truth! Like Dorothy in Oz, she had seen behind the Wizard’s curtain. Lara always did what she wanted to do and this was no different. If Lara was here in this playroom, being sexually abused by these rich degenerates, it was because she wanted to be! And with that realisation, any guilt or sympathy Sam felt towards Lara’s current situation disappeared. Lara’s clearly enjoying herself, so why shouldn’t I, Sam told herself?
Sam pressed a button on her controller, and the false wall slid open to reveal a large selection of strap-on dildos and sex toys. The women stopped their catty chatter mid-sentence and made a beeline towards the shelves recessed into the newly revealed wall cavity. All of them had heard about the futuristic Futa Belts from their friends, who’d already been to the playroom, and they couldn’t wait to try them out for themselves. Sam suddenly had their undivided attention, and she felt like a tour guide at an art gallery, explaining the exhibits to a group of eager tourists.
Despite their arrogance and entitlement, these rich men and women listened to Sam in respectful silence. Sam explained the functioning of the Futa Belts and gave her expert opinion on the best order and positions to do things with Lara. This was the tenth such group to visit the Manor’s playroom. Four days after Lara returned from overseas, Lady Sarah started inviting groups of 6 to come down and use her. During that time, Sam had gained a reputation as a subject-matter-expert, and the guests always had a better time when they followed her advice. These rich snobs might be arrogant, but they accepted Sam’s advice in the same manner that they accepted tax advice from their accountant, or wine advice from their sommelier.
A nagging thought that had been tugging at the back of Sam’s consciousness pushed itself to the front of her mind: 10 x 6! Lara had slept with 60 men and women in the last 10 days! Sam grinned with amusement at how slutty Lara had become. She should have found that knowledge shocking, but then Sam had seen Lara fuck almost 300 African tribesmen in a single day. Compared to that impressive sexual marathon, this was just a casual jog around the park. After the explanations were done, it was time to begin. Sam advised the men to start by fucking Lara’s pussy and asshole, since later on those holes would end-up being stretched-out by the oversized strap-on dildos of the women.
The wives giggled at the thought of “stretching-out” Lara’s holes. They were all very proud of their own tight holes, so they couldn’t wait to ruin Lara’s and mark her as a whore. The women took Sam’s advice and started with the smaller 10-inch-long dildos. They would begin by fucking Lara’s mouth. At first, they seemed disappointed that they wouldn’t be able to use the horse dildos on her right away; but their eyes lit up, when Sam explained that the airhole in the 10-inch-dildos were there so they could fuck Lara’s throat. Throat-fucking a Countess was an experience that none of them could pass-up, and they were giddy with excitement!
Meanwhile, Lara hung helplessly from the robotic arms, immersed in a world of total silence and darkness. The only sensations she had felt since being restrained were the cruel hands of her unknown tormentors, pinching, spanking and groping her body; but now even that stimulation was gone. Thanks to the sensory-deprivation helmet on Lara’s head, she was completely unaware of the cruel comments and mocking laughter of her tormentors. She would have been mortified to hear what they truly thought of her – or maybe she wouldn’t. Her thoughts were so muddled and clouded by Sarah’s constant manipulation that she was starting to enjoy her humiliating treatment.
Even now, Lara’s pussy was practically dripping with arousal at the thought of being fucked silly by her anonymous tormentors. The possibility that they were people she knew only added to her excitement. From now on, she’d never know for certain if a person she was talking to had previously had sex with her; she’d never know if, behind their pleasant smiles, they were secretly laughing at her, because they knew her dirty little secret: that Lara Croft was a whore!
The arms holding Lara suddenly sprang to life, and she felt her helpless body being repositioned. Her ankles were pulled apart until there was a 3-foot-wide gap between them, which forced her long legs into a sexy A-shape. Meanwhile, her upper body was bent forward at the waist, so that her shoulders were just slightly lower than her hips, which made her gorgeous heart-shaped ass point up towards the ceiling. Her wrists were pulled down in front of her ankles, leaving Lara in a seductive stripper-like pose, while her head was tilted upwards, forcing her to look sightlessly straight ahead.
Lara grunted, as she felt an anonymous cock pushing against her once-tight asshole. Thanks to the lubrication and her extensive anal sex experience, her ass easily expanded to accommodate the cock, and allowed it to push inside her without resistance. From the size and texture of the cock, Lara could tell that it was a human penis, rather than a dildo. In contrast, moments later, Lara felt something big and obviously artificial pressing against her lips. Lara obediently opened her lips, and allowed the large dildo to push inside her mouth. It kept going, past her tonsils, and slid inside her throat.
Once again, thanks to her extensive oral sex experience, Lara had no difficulty deepthroating the dildo. In fact, she had grown so accustomed to being throat-fucked that she didn’t even gag. She also didn’t panic at the sensation of her throat stretching open around the thick dildo, since she knew from experience that she’d be able to breathe through the ingenious airhole built into the dildo. As she was being fucked from both ends, like a helpless animal being spit-roasted, Lara’s only thought was that she wished someone would fuck her needy pussy as well!
“Oh, fuck! Her ass feels amazing!” The man fucking it exclaimed.
“Mmmmmm… I can see why you boys love blowjobs so much!” His wife moaned happily, as she thrust in and out of Lara’s mouth.
The Futa Belt was just as amazing as her friends had said! The vibrating phallus inside her pussy expanded and contracted in direct proportion to her penetration of Lara’s throat, making it feel like she was actually deepthroating her! The wife took hold of Lara’s ponytail and used it like a handle, as she pumped her strap-on in and out of Lara’s drooling mouth. Saliva was leaking from Lara’s stretched-open mouth and dribbling down her chin. Meanwhile, her husband’s hands were gripping Lara by her hourglass hips, as he watched his cock sliding in and out between the sexy round globes of her athletic ass.
Sam watched them from a few yards away and grinned. So far, despite being offered their pick of holes, every single man had chosen to fuck Lara’s tight little ass. She wondered why that was? Was it the forbidden nature of anal sex, or the novelty factor, since she assumed that most of their wives refused to do it? The younger women seemed to prefer fucking Lara’s asshole with their strap-ons, which they viewed as being more humiliating and degrading for her. They made the usual jokes about making Lara’s asshole gape open like a pornstar, and insulting comments about her being a cheap anal slut for being able to endure such punishment. Meanwhile, the older women seemed to prefer fucking Lara’s pussy. They boasted about how loose and stretched-out they were making her pussy, and how no respectable man would ever want to marry her. Sam realised that it was probably jealousy that drove them. Lara was younger, more beautiful and higher in social status than any of them would ever be; by degrading her, they were bringing Lara down to their level and stealing away part of her power.
After the first couple had both orgasmed, it was the second couple’s turn. They slid their respective “cocks” into Lara’s throat and ass without resistance. Sam recognised the subtle humping motion of Lara’s hips and the glistening of her love juice dripping down her thighs. She knew that Lara desperately wanted to cum, but Sam enjoyed making her beg for it. Sam found it amusing to hear her best friend’s posh, upper-class accent, as she talked dirtily about herself. Sam watched, as other two women took turns placing their hands on Lara’s distended throat, and feeling it expand beneath their fingers. They giggled like schoolgirls at how obscene the sight was, and even Sam laughed when one of them made an anaconda joke.
Lara felt delicate hands wrapped around her throat, not choking her but simply feeling the passage of the dildo inside it. Lara blushed with shame, as she imagined how obscene she must look right now, and the thought sent shockwaves of arousal coursing through her body. She desperately wanted to cum, but she knew that her orgasms came with a price. The voice that spoke to her through the speakers in her helmet had told her previously what she must do, if she wanted to cum. That voice had been made to mimic her best friend, Sam Nishimura. Lara knew it must be synthesized, since there was no way that Sam could be down here in the playroom with her. Sam didn’t know about her dirty little secret, and Lara intended to keep it that way.
Lara both hated and loved the things that the Sam-voice in her helmet made her do. She hated calling herself such vile names, and yet she loved how excited it made her. Calling herself dirty and disparaging names made her orgasms feel so much more intense! Lara felt spurts of warm cum splashing inside her ass, which signalled that her second pair of tormentors had finished using her holes. They pulled-out, and were quickly replaced by the third pair. Another long thick dildo slid inside her waiting throat, while another hard cock impaled her rapidly loosening asshole. Lara felt like little more than a rubber sex toy – just a set of moist holes for the amusement of others.
“Please, let this dirty slut cum! I want to cum so bad!” Lara begged desperately.
The guests surrounding her froze in shocked silence, but quickly burst out laughing from hearing the once high-and-mighty Countess of Abingdon debasing herself so disgracefully. Lara waited, unaware of their mocking laughter, and continued to beg for release.
“Please let me cum! I’m a filthy whore who loves getting her ass fucked. I love it when you fuck my throat! Please let me cum!” Lara pleaded.
Finally, she was rewarded with the feeling of a powerful vibrator being pressed against her clit.
“Mmmmm.” Lara moaned wantonly, with a satisfied smile on her face.
“Do you like that, Lara?” Sam asked teasingly though her headset, while she pressed the vibrator against Lara’s crotch.
“I love it! I’m a dirty little slut and I love being fucked!” Lara shouted, as the vibrations grew more intense.
The naked Charity members were delighted by Lara’s disgraceful behaviour, especially the wives. They called her a cheap slut and trashy whore, and dozens of other names, as they laughed and watched the formerly-proud Countess begging to be allowed to cum.
“Cum for me, Lara! Cum and tell everyone what you are.” Sam commanded her, while turning the vibrator up to its maximum setting.
“I’m a dirty little slut! I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara repeated, over and over again, as she came.
Lara’s body thrashed and writhed in her restraints, although the powerful mechanical arms holding her didn’t budge. The guests gathered around Lara’s beautiful face, intently watching her expressions as she orgasmed. It felt like they were intruding upon Lara’s private moment – like walking in on her masturbating or something – and the guests seemed to find it very arousing. As Lara panted from sexual exhaustion, Sam asked the sex party if they were ready for their next turn. The women nodded enthusiastically, although the men hadn’t yet recovered their erections.
Sam went around and disconnected 10-inch-long black dildos from the women’s’ Futa Belts, and then replaced them with even larger 18-inch-long black horse dildos. The wives were practically giddy with excitement, and they were all bragging about how they were going to ruin Lara’s stuck-up body, so that everyone knew what a filthy whore she was. The husbands grinned at their wives’ boastful insults, and even Sam smiled with amusement. Sam interrupted them, to ask if they’d like Lara’s body repositioned. The women chatted amongst themselves and decided that they wanted Lara on her hands and knees, like a dog. The arms whirred to life and pulled Lara down onto all-fours, with her knees apart and her face looking straight ahead.
Sam walked around with a tube of lubricant and squirted it onto each woman’s horse dildo, which she then instructed them to rub in. The women did so, but were then left with slimy, slippery hands from the lube. One of the women was about to reach for her robe, to use it as a makeshift towel, but then she got a better idea, and wiped her hands clean in Lara’s long dark hair. The other women’s eyes lit up with delight and they followed suit, before asking their husbands to wipe their cocks clean in Lara’s trademark hair as well. Everyone knew how proud Lara was of her long silky hair, and they derived perverse pleasure from using it like a dirty cumrag. When they were finished, Lara’s trademark hair was transformed into a matted slimy mess, which stuck to her body in clumps. The women were delighted, and laughed happily at Lara’s debasement.
The first woman in line knelt-down between Lara’s splayed legs. She couldn’t help but admire Lara’s firm yet round buttocks, and she wondered what sort of exercises Lara did to keep her ass in such phenomenal shape. Then she laughed at the absurdity of asking Lara Croft for exercise advice. She imagined their conversation – “Hey, so I was fucking your ass the other day in your sex dungeon, and I noticed that your butt was really sexy. What workout routine do you do?” The woman giggled, as she pressed the rounded tip of the horse dildo against Lara’s sphincter.
Lara exhaled deeply and tried to relax her anal muscles. Even with her daily fistings, the enormous horse dildos still commanded respect. Lara grunted, as the 2.75-inch-wide tip of the horse dildo pressed inwards against her star-shaped sphincter. Lara’s asshole stretched inwards and expanded open like an iris. Her breathing quickened, as her asshole stretched open wider and wider around the thick horse dildo. Everyone in the room gawped in amazement, as Lara’s asshole swallowed the obscenely thick horse dildo. The men and women moved in for a closer look, as the wife fucking Lara’s ass pushed forward with her hips, and forced more of the horse dildo inside her. The wife moaned happily, as the phallus inside her own pussy expanded in direct proportion to the progress of the horse dildo.
Deeper and deep she pushed, as the horse dildo gradually thickened towards the base. To Lara, the thick horse dildo felt like a large snake, slithering its way inside her bowels. She felt it sliding through her anus and rectum, before entering her colon and pressing against the entrance to her intestines. Then she felt the dildo bottom-out inside her, as the crotch of her tormentor slapped against her ass cheeks. Lara now had 18-inches of horse dildo buried inside her ass, and she could feel her asshole stretched-open to the limit around the thick 3-inch-wide base. The woman fucking her ass slid out about halfway, and then thrust forward again. Lara grunted and rocked forward against her restraints.
The woman fucked her slowly, not out of any respect for Lara’s comfort, but simply because as a woman, she wasn’t used to the physical demands of having sex like a man, and she wasn’t able to maintain a jackhammering pace. It was difficult for the guests to comprehend how such an amazing sight was possible. One moment, Lara’s ass cheeks had been firmly pressed together; the next, her bubble butt somehow split apart around the enormous horse cock. To the people watching, it appeared as though Lara’s hips had expanded outwards, like a woman in childbirth. As the enormously long and thick dildo slid in and out of Lara’s gaping asshole, every person present imagined it rearranging Lara’s insides, since they couldn’t imagine there being enough room for both the dildo and Lara’s internal organs.
When she was ready to orgasm, the woman thrust as deeply as she could inside Lara’s ass. The phallus attached to the woman’s Futa Belt expanded to its greatest extent, while the vibrations intensified in direct proportion to the tightness of Lara’s rectum. The woman moaned and came, while the other men and women applauded. The woman blushed self-consciously and pulled out, leaving Lara’s asshole gaping open about an inch wide. The next woman giggled at the sight of Lara’s obscenely gaping asshole, and then pushed her own horse dildo inside. The passage of the second horse dildo through Lara’s stretched-open asshole was much easier this time around, and the woman was able to slide all 18-inches of thick black horse dildo inside Lara’s ass on the first attempt.
“Please, can I cum again?” Lara pleaded, almost shouting because the sensory deprivation helmet made it impossible for her to judge her voice’s volume.
The guests were delighted at the way Lara was debasing herself for their amusement. The women joked that Lara had confirmed her new status as the Charity’s resident whore, and the men nodded in agreement. No one who experienced Lara in the playroom would ever look at her the same way again.
Sam keyed her headset microphone. “You can come if you tell everyone how much you love being fucked by horse dildos!” Sam commanded, while grinning for ear-to-ear.
“This slut loves being fucked by horse dildos! Please stretch my whore ass open wider! I’m a dirty little anal slut!” Lara babbled, as Sam pressed the stick vibrator between her legs and dialled up the intensity to maximum.
Lara’s impending orgasm caused her muscles to clench and contract, which in turn squeezed the horse dildo sliding in and out of her ass. That tightness was detected by the Futa Belt, which then transmitted that sensation using powerful vibrations inside the pussy of the woman wearing it. Lara and the woman sodomizing her both orgasmed together.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara screamed wantonly, as she orgasmed.
The third woman asked Sam to position Lara on her back, so that she could look at Lara’s face while she fucked her missionary-style. Sam obliged her. The robotic arms flipped Lara onto her back and laid her down onto the ground, with her arms and legs splayed out to the sides, like a starfish. The third woman slid between Lara’s thighs and pressed the black tip of her horse dildo against Lara’s gaping asshole. Lara moaned, as the thick dildo pushed forward through her sphincter. Lara felt her asshole stretch open around it, as the 18-inch-long horse dildo slid inside her. The woman fucking her ass leaned forward and planted a kiss on Lara’s lips, which she returned, and the two started French kissing.
The other two wives had a look of surprise on their faces, since they weren’t even slightly attracted to women. They both found the thought of kissing Lara kind of disgusting, since they knew where her lips had been; but the husbands appeared to be delighted by the spectacle, judging by their rock-hard erections. The woman’s husband wondered if his wife was secretly bisexual, and whether he might use this as an opportunity to make threesomes with another woman a regular part of their bedroom activities. His wife appeared totally engrossed in the wet French kiss, and pressed her body against Lara’s like they were romantic lovers. She even had the consideration to reach down and rub Lara’s clit, so they could come at the same time.
When they came, she and Lara moaned into each other’s mouths, while their sweaty bodies slid against each other. It felt like their orgasms were being transmitted through their interlocked lips and intertwined tongues. Lara suddenly found herself wishing that the anonymous woman fucking her was Lady Sarah. The thought came unbidden to Lara’s mind, and she pushed it away forcefully. Lady Sarah was her tormentor, Lara told herself! She wouldn’t do all those nasty things with her, if she had a choice! And yet…
When the third woman finished orgasming, it was the turn of the horny husbands again. The first man knelt-down between Lara’s legs and pushed his cock inside her gaping asshole. As Sam had predicted, after three rounds of being ploughed by huge 18-inch-long horse dildos, Lara’s asshole had been transformed into a gaping 1.5-inch-wide tunnel.
“Talk about throwing a sausage down a corridor!” The man joked, to the amusement of the other guests.
His cock only barely touched the sides of Lara’s wide-open asshole, so he decided to fuck her pussy instead. Lara felt the penetration of the average-sized cock into her wet pussy and moaned appreciatively. She doubted that a single cock would make her cum, but maybe by the second or third cock, she might achieve another orgasm. As the man started humping Lara’s comparatively tight pussy like a horny dog, his wife temporarily unbuckled her Futa Belt, so that she could sit on Lara’s face.
“That’s it. Lick my pussy, you snobby bitch!” The woman moaned.
The woman’s uncharacteristic dirty-talk made her husband even more excited, and he started pounded Lara’s pussy faster and harder. While he rammed his cock in and out of Lara’s pussy, his wife rubbed her own pussy up and down Lara’s aristocratic face, smearing sticky love-juice over her lips, nose and chin. The wife had no attraction to other women, but she was excited by the power of dominating her social superior, and Lara’s talented tongue took care of the physical aspect of the wife’s pleasure. The married couple fucked Lara in unison, while kissing each other romantically.
As Lara’s talented tongue licked the woman to another orgasm, she felt the man between her legs climax. Lara shivered happily, as she felt warm cum splashing against the back of her pussy. After a brief pause, Lara felt another woman sitting on her face, and pressed her tongue up between the woman’s pussy lips. While Lara obediently licked the woman above her, she felt another anonymous man penetrating her cum-splattered pussy. The romantic double-teaming looked so inviting, that the third couple also tried it for themselves. To Sam, it looked like a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale. It was as if the couples were fucking each other through Lara.
After a short break to rehydrate, the women re-donned their Futa Belts and took turns stretching-out Lara’s pussy, while their husbands recuperated. Lara’s pussy was much tighter than her ass, and the barrier of her cervix meant that none of the women could fit more than a third of their horse dildos inside it. Nevertheless, the women still managed to orgasm, as did Lara, who again shouted that she was a “dirty little slut”, much to the women’s delight. When they’d all had a turn fucking Lara’s pussy, the women gathered around to admire their handiwork. They seemed quite pleased with the results.
“Damn! Look at how loose she is!” One woman said, looking down at Lara’s once-tight pussy.
Lara’s pink pussy lips hung open like two puffy pink drapes, leaving a 1-inch-wide flesh tunnel gaping open between them. The bright lighting of the playroom allowed them to see all the way inside Lara’s stretched-out pussy to her cervix.
“It’s like looking down a waterslide!” Another said, staring wide-eyed at the pink rugae ridges that ribbed the inner walls of Lara’s vagina.
“That is so wrong!” The third said, grimacing in revulsion at Lara’s sloppy wide-open pussy.
Lara was breathing deeply and her face was red and flushed. The enormous horse dildos had made her orgasm twice, and the half of her face that was visible beneath the rim of her sensory deprivation helmet wore an expression of utter contentment. Sam told the group there was enough time left for everyone to have one last turn with her. The men were still exhausted from their previous exertions, so Sam suggested that the women take their final turn first, both to give their husbands more time to recover and to “get them in the mood.”
Sam activated her controller and lifted Lara up into the air. Her arms were pulled above her head, like a damsel hanging from chains, and her legs were pulled out to the sides, making it appear like she was doing the splits in midair. Lara grunted, as while she was flexible enough to perform the splits, it definitely wasn’t comfortable for her. The women’s eyes lit up, when Sam explained the reason for having Lara in this particular pose: double penetration. Sam suggested they make things fun for their last event, and have a round-robin to see which woman could last the longest. The men were even more excited by this idea than the woman, and placed side-bets on their respective wives to win.
Lara was oblivious to all of this, and hung in silent darkness. With no way to gauge the passage of time, she wondered if the current play session was over. She hoped it wasn’t, and she blushed inwardly at how slutty that admission made her sound. Lara got her answer a moment later, when she felt a pair of large horse dildos sliding inside her gaping pussy and asshole. Her well-used holes stretched open easily to accommodate them, and Lara could feel the thick dildos rubbing against each other through the thin walls separating her pussy and ass. Lara loved the feeling of being double penetrated. She loved the way the size and girth of the two dildos stretched her out, and yet also made her holes feel tight and full at the same time.
The women were shocked by the lusty grin on Lara’s beautiful face. It was unthinkable to them that Lara could actually be enjoying this abuse, and they all inwardly wondered what sort of trauma it took to turn a well-bred woman into such a disgusting whore? Lara was gasping and moaning, as the two horse dildos pistoned in and out of her. At the 60-second-mark, the women swapped places. The woman fucking Lara’s ass pulled out and stood aside. The woman fucking Lara’s pussy moved around and pushed her strap-on dildo into Lara’s gaping ass. And the previously unoccupied woman took her place inside Lara’s now-vacant pussy.
The women were pacing themselves, thrusting into Lara’s holes with long and deliberate thrusts. They each wanted to be the one to last the longest. Lara desired the exact opposite, and she used what little movement the clamp around her waist afforded her to gyrate her pussy and ass up and down against the horse dildos impaling her. Lara had an expression of wanton arousal on her face, and she shamelessly bucked and writhed against the enormous horse dildos fucking her. Sam’s eyes widened and her breathing quickened. She bit her lower lip and pressed her legs together to hide her moist arousal. Only the presence of the 6 men and women prevented her from masturbating to the erotic spectacle in front of her
Lara orgasmed powerfully during the third turn of the round-robin. Her wanton moans drove one of the wives – the bisexual one – over the edge, and she orgasmed as well, while planting kisses on the back of Lara’s neck. Her husband grunted in mock frustration that his wife was the first to be eliminated, but he couldn’t prevent a smile from creeping onto his face. A few thousand pounds was a small price to pay to see his wife double-penetrating Lara Croft with an enormous horse cock! Her departure just left the remaining two wives, who swapped holes between them. Without the rest periods that three participants afforded them, they only lasted two more rounds. After the second wife orgasmed, the final participant no longer had any reason to pace herself, and mercilessly rammed the entire length of her horse dildo in and out of Lara’s gaping ass. When she was finished, Lara’s asshole was left gaping open 2-inches-wide.
Sam used her controller to lift Lara up into the air, so that the women could admire their handwork. They giggled at how stretched-out and nasty Lara’s once-tight holes were. While the women were admiring Lara’s gaping doughnut-shaped asshole, Sam suggested that any of the men who were interested should try out her mouth, since it was doubtful whether Lara’s gaping pussy and ass could satisfy an average-sized man in their present condition. The men took turns fucking Lara’s throat, as their wives had done previously. None of the men possessed a penis longer than 6-inches, so they only managed to cram a couple of inches of cock inside Lara’s throat, before their balls slapped against her chin. Even so, they loved the way Lara’s throat bulged outwards around their cocks, each time they stretched it open.
When Lara had swallowed the remaining cum from the three men down her throat, Sam showed the guests back outside into the reception area, where they could enjoy some refreshments, before showering. Sarah had set up a very professional operation, and there was even a bartender behind the bar, ready to make whatever drinks the guests requested. Once she was certain that the Charity members were being taken care of, Sam returned to the playroom and shut the door behind her. Sam hit some keys on her controller, and the robotic arms holding Lara’s body sprang to life once more. Lara was positioned into a doggy-style position, with her wrists and ankles pulled apart and her arms and legs bent at 90 degrees. Sam crawled in front of Lara and spread her legs apart. Then she pressed the controller again, and the robotic arm pushed Lara’s head down between Sam’s splayed legs.
Sam keyed her microphone. “Eat me, you slutty bitch!” Sam ordered.
Lara heard Sam’s voice transmitted through the high-fidelity speakers in her helmet. Lara blushed, as the robotic arm connected to her helmet pressed her face down into the fragrant pussy of the woman in front of her. Without hesitation, she dutifully started licking.
“Mmmmmm, that’s it. You like that, don’t you? You dirty little slut!” Sam moaned, as Lara’s talented tongue slithered across her clitoris like a coiling snake.
Sam, or the woman speaking with Sam’s synthesised voice, didn’t last very long, and soon Lara could feel Sam’s wet love-juice running down her lips and chin. Sam slid out from beneath her and keyed the microphone on her headset to continuously transmit, before laying down the controller.
“Do you want to cum Lara?” Sam asked teasingly through her headset.
“Yes.” Lara answered hungrily.
Sam picked up the tube of lubricant and squirted a generous amount onto her hands. She took her time, rubbing the slippery gel over her hands and forearms. Lara waited for her in total darkness. She knew what was coming, since every playroom session now ended this way. Lara shivered with anticipation and bit her lower lip seductively.
“Tell me what you want.” Sam ordered.
Lara knew what Sam expected her to day.
“I want you to fist me.” Lara answered, turning bright red with shame, both from her slutty words and the fact that they were true. She really did want this. What’s wrong with me, Lara wondered?
Lara felt delicate fingers circle teasingly around the rims of her gaping holes. Lara knew it wasn’t Sam; it couldn’t be Sam; Sam would never be involved in anything this perverted. But Lara let herself imagine that it was Sam, and the thought of her best friend dominating her helpless body drove Lara crazy with arousal. Maybe I really am a slut, Lara thought uncomfortably?
“Are you a slut Lara?” Sam asked, making it seem as though she was reading Lara’s thoughts
“Yes, I’m a slut!” Lara answered truthfully.
The fingers pushed deeper inside her sphincter – four of them at first, pointed forwards like a spear. Soon, a thumb joined the fingers, and Lara moaned louder, as her asshole stretched open around Sam’s knuckles, before sliding down over her wrist. Sam pulled her hand in and out a couple of times, causing Lara’s well-used asshole to distend outwards around her wrist. Then she turned her attention to Lara’s other gaping hole. Lara moaned, as she felt the fingers of a second hand snake their way inside her pussy.
“Ughhh!” Lara moaned wantonly, as her pussy stretched open around the thickest part of Sam’s hand, and then swallowed it inside, up to the wrist. Both hands started sliding in and out of Lara’s well-used holes, but they frustratingly ventured no further inside her. Lara was pretty sure that she could eventually orgasm from just that attention, but she wanted it deeper and more extreme. In that moment, she abandoned all of her pride, her posh upbringing and her aristocratic Title, and begged like the cheap slut she had become.
“Please fist me deeper! Ruin my slutty holes!” Lara begged.
Unknown to Lara, Sam grinned with amusement at Lara’s indecent request, and then obliged her. Lara felt the hand in her pussy curl into a fist and push deeper inside her, until the knuckles were pushing against her cervix. Sam’s hand started rapidly punching in and out of her pussy, like a boxer hitting a speedball. At the same time, Sam’s other hand pushed deeper inside Lara’s ass. Lara’s ass stretched open wider, as Sam’s forearm started sliding inside her asshole. Lara’s flat stomach bulged outwards, as Sam’s arm forced Lara’s anal tunnel to expand open around it. Her hand snaked its way through Lara’s anus and rectum, all the way into Lara’s colon, before clenching into another fist.
“Fuck me!” Lara screamed, as both of Sam’s arms began pistoning in and out of her holes like two hydraulic rams. The movements were short and fast at first, continuing-on from the rapid motion of the fist in Lara’s pussy. But gradually the strokes lengthened. After a minute, the thickest part of Sam’s fists were pulling outwards against Lara’s straining pussy lips and sphincter, causing them to pull outwards from her body. A minute longer saw Lara’s rapidly loosening pussy and asshole give-way completely. The entrances to her once-tight holes stretched open even wider, until they were transformed into a pair of wide-open tunnels for Sam’s fists to travel down.
Sam was now punching her clenched fists in and out of Lara’s gaping holes without resistance. Lara’s gaping pussy and asshole looked like a pair of 2.5-inch-wide flesh-coloured pipes, and Sam’s fisted were ramming in and out of them like long toilet plungers. Lara’s face transformed into an intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure, as her ruined holes were mercilessly stretched and plundered.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Lara screamed, as an incredibly powerful orgasm approached.
Sam’s first hand was punching in and out of Lara’s sloppy pussy a couple of inches past her wrist; while Sam’s other hand was penetrating Lara’s gaping asshole all the way up to her elbow. Lara’s flat stomach bulged outwards like something from the movie Aliens, as the fist in her ass rammed deep inside her bowels. Lara screamed incoherently, as she orgasmed. Sam felt Lara’s ruined holes clenching and squeezing weakly around her wrists, as her friend came violently.
When she was finished, Sam repositioned Lara with the robotic arms and started taking a series of photographs with an ultra-high-definition camera. Sam wanted to capture the magnificent sight of Lara’s gaping holes, so that Sarah’s artist could immortalise them in one of his paintings. Sam took dozens of photos from different angles, and with Lara in different positions. She wanted Sarah’s artist to have as many different views as possible, and she looked forward to seeing the finished artwork hanging in the entrance gallery, alongside the other exquisitely detailed and lifelike paintings.
Lara’s asshole was now gaping open almost 2.5-inches-wide, and it reminded Sam of a dark round railway tunnel; Lara’s sloppy pussy was only about an inch narrower, and it resembled a sad sagging tent with flesh-coloured flaps. Sam doubted that any man would be able to derive any pleasure from fucking Lara’s ruined holes in their current state. Yet she knew from experience that Lara’s body could take such extreme abuse and still recover its former tightness by the next day. It’s as if she’s made of rubber and magic, Sam thought jealously!
What was beyond question for Sam was that Lara enjoyed being abused and defiled. Sam had seen her orgasm too many times in the past few weeks to ever believe otherwise, no matter how Lara might protest. Lara Croft, her best friend, the 11^th Countess of Abingdon, was a dirty wanton whore, even if she was too embarrassed to admit it. And Sam was going to make it her mission to make all of Lara’s secret slutty dreams come true!
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