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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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Thirty-two 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. A week earlier, Lara was manipulated into masturbating on a livestream watched by half-a-million of her fans. Unknown to Lara, her gradual transformation from aristocrat, to swimsuit model, to nude model, to pornstar was masterminded by her best friend Sam, who believes that Lara is a closeted slut who secretly wants to be exposed. Lara’s fall from high society is almost complete.
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Lara awoke naked at 5.00am, to the insistent vibrating of the egg vibrator inside her pussy, which served as her silent alarm clock. Lara’s morning routine had become second nature to her now. She padded into the ensuite bathroom to brush her teeth and use the toilet, before reinserting her 2-inch-diameter stainless steel butt plug and returning to the bedroom to dress. Lara walked quietly through the bedroom, careful not to wake up the still sleeping Lady Sarah, and entered the walk-in closet. Lara turned on the walk-in light and dressed in her exercise clothes. Lara’s workout gear had changed again: the low-cut crop tops were the same, but her leggings had been replaced with skin-tight booty shorts, made from the same stretchy Lycra material.
The high waisted shorts featured several lines of stitching between the buttocks, which served to separate Lara’s ass cleavage like a thong. Lara pulled on an aqua-coloured crop-top, and a matching pair of aqua-coloured booty shorts. The revealing outfit hugged her body like a second skin, without any unsightly bra or panty lines to spoil the effect. The ensemble was designed to flaunt Lara’s incredibly sexy body, and to show-off her incredible physical conditioning. The back of the shorts were cut high, to display the lower curves of Lara’s firm round ass; and the sides curved upwards towards her hips, to elongate her long legs. The crop-top pushed Lara’s breasts up and together, showing-off her impressive chest and deep V-shaped cleavage; and the gap between her crop top and shorts emphasised Lara’s hourglass waist and flat stomach.
Lara strapped-on her oversized digital wristwatch and glanced at the time, before walking downstairs to the gym. As soon as she turned on the lights, the livestream of her gym workout began streaming to her Onlyfans page. The advanced AI controlling the multiple hidden cameras tracked her movements and switched between cameras, to record the optimum angle for each exercise. Lara paused to check herself out in the mirror, right in front of a camera hidden behind the one-way mirrored glass. As she posed and smiled at her sexy reflection, she unknowingly gave the same sexy smile to her fans, who were hungrily watching her livestream. The comments section was already buzzing with excitement.
In the week since her live sex show, when Sam had filmed her masturbating with a long double-ended dildo, Lara’s Onlyfans following had almost doubled in size, to over 3 million paying subscribers. This morning, about 400,000 of those subscribers were tuned in to watch her exercise livestream, although Sam knew that millions more would watch the edited highlight video later on. Sam had concocted a plan to slowly make Lara’s gym outfits progressively sexier and more revealing, but she’d decided against full nudity. Lara’s gym workouts were a valuable publicity tool for her Onlyfans, so Sam needed to keep them advertiser friendly, so that she could continue to post short 5-minute clips to Lara’s social media pages and YouTube.
Lara’s butt plug had become an instant fan favourite, and was the topic of many thirsty comments on Lara’s social media pages. Ordinarily, posting something so controversial and overtly sexual would have been sufficient to get Lara’s videos banned or at least demonetized; but Lady Sarah used her enormous influence and large shareholdings to forestall any censorship. Soon, many other female celebrities, jealous of how much attention Lara was getting, started posting their own sexy workout videos. Sam predicted that within 6 months, there wouldn’t be a single actress or singer in Hollywood that wasn’t posting thirst-trap gym videos to social media.
Lara performed a set of deep barbell squats, and her hungry fans were treated to a closeup view of her athletic buttocks bouncing up and down, and the round base of the butt plug nestled between them. When she moved on to perform a barbell press, a different camera pointed straight down the front of her chest, into the deep cleavage between her breasts. Next was a set of Romanian deadlifts, and the camera again shamelessly focused on they sexy curves of Lara’s ass. The AI was constantly learning the fan’s preferences from the comments section, and refining its filming accordingly. The fan’s loved it, and the comments section degenerated into a circle-jerk of horny simps, who alternately lusted after Lara’s perfect body and boasted about the ways they’d like to fuck her.
Another consequence of Lara’s skimpier exercise clothes was that they made her bold tattoos appear even more prominent. The thick black garter tattoo encircling her left thigh and the distinctive black text across her left ribcage were on full display. Initially, Lara felt like the tattoos made her look like a stripper or a pornstar, but to her surprise, she didn’t mind them as much anymore. Her fans were a lot more enthusiastic about her sexy tattoos, which mirrored the appearance of her in-game Tomb Raider character. Lara’s physical changes mimicked the changes to her public image: the Lara Croft of old – beautiful, elegant, and unattainable – had been transformed into a seductive succubus.
Lara sweated and grunted through her hard hour-long workout, before retiring to the gym’s small toilet to perform her Kegel exercised. Thankfully, Lady Sarah hadn’t installed any cameras in that part of the house – although if Sam had known about Lara’s Kegel exercises, she probably would have suggested it. The Kegel device was gift from Lady Sarah, to keep Lara’s holes tight and youthful. It resembled a stainless-steel flower, with a thick stem-like handle and 8 curved petals. Lara inserted the metal bulb inside her pussy and then activated a lever on the handle, which unlocked the petals. The 8 petals were spring-loaded and spread out in a circle inside her pussy, forcing it open almost 3-inches wide.
The Kegel exerciser had different resistance levels, and Lara was using the hardest one. Lara reddened with effort and clamped down with her vaginal muscles, squeezing the device inwards until it was almost shut. After a second’s pause, she relaxed her muscles, feeling her pussy iris open around the expanding metal petals. Then she squeezed her pussy muscles shut again, with all her might. Lara repeated this for ten reps, and then locked the device closed and transferred it to her ass. Once again, Lara released the stainless-steel petals, which sprang outwards and spread her gaping asshole open like a medical speculum. Lara grimaced with effort and squeezed her anal muscles closed around the device, repeating the same process as for her pussy, for an identical ten reps.
Thanks to her constant Kegel training, Lara’s elastic pussy and asshole had a grip-strength that rivalled a strong man’s handshake. The competitor in Lara couldn’t help but feel proud about how strong she’d become, despite how indecent that achievement was. She was also grateful that, as a by-product, her holes always regained their former tightness, no matter how often or how roughly they were used. After washing the device and returning it to its hiding place, Lara went to the kitchen for a quick breakfast, and then walked to the library to read.
Lara usually awoke Lady Sarah with oral sex at exactly 7.00am each morning, but last night Lady Sarah had informed her that she wanted to sleep-in today. Lara accepted the change to her schedule without comment: it wasn’t her place, as a humble maid, to question Lady Sarah’s orders. The longer she spent in Lady Sarah’s service, the more natural it felt to have Lady Sarah in charge of her life. That submissive attitude had started to creep into her relationship with Sam, and Lara rarely questioned Sam’s judgement, when it came to her photoshoots.
Lara selected a novel and curled up in one of the library’s leather chairs to read. At least the later start time gave her the morning off from her maid duties, Lara thought. Lara despised being a maid: not serving Lady Sarah in a sexual fashion, which Lara reluctantly admitted was kind of fun, but rather the actual maid work – the monotonous and backbreaking cleaning duties, and being around the other bitchy maids, who made her lift a living hell! At the appointed time of 10.00am, Lara returned to the master bedroom. Lady Sarah was already awake and waiting for her. Lady Sarah grinned as Lara pulled back the covers, and discovered that she had already stripped completely naked.
Although she wasn’t technically waking-up Lady Sarah, the other woman’s cheeky grin left Lara in no doubt about what was expected of her. But her smile was contagious, and Lara found herself smiling back, as she climbed between Lady Sarah’s legs. Lara ran her hands up Lady Sarah’s stomach and then squeezed her mistress’s breasts, while she clamped her mouth down onto Lara’s Sarah’s clit. Lara’s wet lips and flicking tongue elicited a moan of pleasure from Lady Sarah, which sounded like sweet music to Lara’s ears. Lara unconsciously reached a hand down between her own legs, until Lady Sarah slapped her face.
“Wait your turn, slut!” Lady Sarah scolded her, but the words were said playfully, and the stinging slap was delivered with only enough force to get her attention.
Lara face made a petulant expression, but she kept licking her mistress. Lara’s morning lovemaking sessions with Lady Sarah had turned into a very pleasant distraction from her long days of menial servitude. While Lara craved the hard sex she received in the basement playroom, her time with Lady Sarah was different. It felt a lot more emotionally intense and fulfilling, and it made Lara feel loved and human again. Lara’s flicked her wet tongue across Lady Sarah’s clit like a musician strumming a guitar. Lady Sarah arched her back and unconsciously tried to squeeze her thighs shut, but Lara pushed them forcefully apart. Lara was taller and more athletic than Lady Sarah, and thanks to her daily workout routine, she was also much stronger.
“Uhhhh! Slower! Slower!” Lady Sarah pleaded, but Lara’s hands were like steel, holding her mistress’s thighs open, while her tongue slid across Lady Sarah’s clit like a reciprocating saw. Lady Sarah grabbed a handful of Lara’s hair and tried to push her head away, to relieve the pressure on her pussy, but Lara was relentless and merciless. Lady Sarah writhed under Lara’s wet lips and tongue, as she orgasmed.
“Ahhhhh! Stop! Stop! I can’t take anymore!” Lady Sarah giggled, and finally managed to squirm out of Lara’s iron grip – or rather Lara finally released her, and slid up her body like a sexy snake.
Lady Sarah smiled and moaned appreciatively, as Lara walked wet kisses up her naked stomach and chest, before finally locking lips with her. As their lips met and their tongues intertwined, Lara felt an electric thrill run up her spine. Lara was finding it increasingly difficult to reconcile her complicated relationship with Lady Sarah: on an intellectual level, she hated the way Lady Sarah had usurped her position; but on an emotional level, she loved the way Lady Sarah made her feel. She hated the anxiety and uncertainty that Lady Sarah inspired, and yet she was drawn to it. Being with Lady Sarah was exciting, and Lara was becoming addicted to the tingles and butterflies that she gave her.
After what seemed like several minutes, Lady Sarah finally broke-off their steamy French kiss.
“I believe I ordered you to go slower at the end!” Lady Sarah said accusingly, although she couldn’t hide the twinkle of amusement from her eyes.
“Yes, my Lady.” Lara said, while planting kisses against Lady Sarah’s neck.
“Can you give me any reason why I shouldn’t punish you for your disobedience?” Lady Sarah asked.
“None, my Lady.” Lara answered, and then rolled onto all fours, facing away from Lady Sarah. “I deserve to be punished!” Lara said, grinning back over her shoulder, as she shook her ass playfully from side to side.
Lady Sarah smiled and shook her head. Lara yelped, as Lady Sarah slapped her ass, and then walked past her to the dressing table and strapped on her bespoke Futa Belt. This Futa Belt was a more advanced version of the Futa Belts in the basement playroom, and consisted of two non-removable 12-inch-long tentacles dildoes, which Lady Sarah could use to fuck both of Lara’s lower holes at the same time. Lady Sarah climbed onto the bed behind Lara, and Lara instinctively spread her thighs apart and thrust her ass upwards, to offer Lady Sarah the optimal angle for penetration.
The two long black tentacles were situated one above the other, on the crotch of Lady Sarah’s Futa Belt, and were an enormous 3-inches-thick at the base, but then tapered down to more reasonable 1-inch-wide at the rounded tips. They both drooped down under their own weight, like two enormous floppy penises, but that was by design. Lady Sarah guided the tip of the upper tentacle to Lara’s tight asshole, but then Lara betrayed her eagerness by reaching back and guiding the tip of the lower tentacle towards her pussy.
Both women moaned, as Lady Sarah thrust forward. The twin tentacles pushed inside Lara’s pussy and asshole, forcing her holes open wider, as the tentacles got thicker. Meanwhile, inside Lady Sarah’s pussy and asshole, two smaller phalluses expanded in direct proportion to the depth of her penetration of Lara, and vibrated in proportion to the tightness they encountered. The Futa Belt allowed the wearer to feel like she was actually fucking her partner, unlike regular strap-ons, which were inert and lifeless. The genius of this new prototype model was that it now possessed a suite of advanced sensors that were constantly monitoring Lady Sarah’s pulse and muscular contractions. When it sensed that Lady Sarah was about to orgasm, the strap-on tentacles were programmed to start vibrating, so that both women could orgasm together.
Lady Sarah pressed forward with her hips, driving both tentacle dildos deeper into Lara’s inviting pussy and asshole. Lara’s holes were slippery with lube, and her pussy was dripping with love juice, so the tentacles slid inside her easily. At the halfway point, Lara’s pussy and asshole were stretched open about 2-inches-wide around the thick black tentacles. Another inch slid inside her, and the rounded tip of the lower tentacle collided with the back of Lara’s pussy. Lara moaned, as the flexible dildo pressed inwards against her cervix and then bent back on itself, like a snake. Lady Sarah continued pushing forward with her hips, forcing more of the tentacles into Lara’s gaping holes.
The snake metaphor felt appropriate in Lara’s mind: the tentacle in her ass felt like a slippery serpent, slithering and winding its way through her bowels; while the serpentine coils in her pussy were getting gradually thicker and spreading apart her vaginal walls. The flexible 12-inch-long tentacles slid deeper and deeper into Lara’s holes, until Lady Sarah pushed them all the way insider her. Lara’s pussy and asshole were now stretched open 3-inches-wide around the monstrously thick bases of the twin dildos. The tentacle inside her ass was in so deep that it was tickling the entrance to her intestines, and the tentacle inside her pussy had coiled up to the size of a large grapefruit.
Lara groaned at the fullness she felt, and Lady Sarah moaned as the Futa Belt transmitted that sensation of tightness – both phalluses Sarah’s own pussy and ass had expanded to their maximum size and were vibrating frantically. Lady Sarah yanked back on Lara’s ponytail. Lara normally hated it when lovers messed with her hair, but when Lady Sarah did it, she submissively arched her back and pushed her ass backwards against Lady Sarah’s hips. Lady Sarah spanked Lara’s ass playfully, and used Lara’s long ponytail as a handle, as she slowly and deliberately fucked Lara from behind.
Lady Sarah only pulled out about 4-inches on each thrust, and then rammed back inside with enough force to make Lara’s athletic bubble butt ripple like the surface of a pond. Lara grunted with each impact and lowered her face down to the bed, so that her ass was sticking straight up in the air. Lady Sarah released her hold on Lara’s ponytail and climbed to her feet, with the twin dildos still buried halfway inside Lara’s upturned pussy and asshole. With a cheeky grin, Lady Sarah grabbed hold of Lara’s hourglass hips and then dropped her entire bodyweight downwards onto Lara’s upturned ass.
Lara gasped, as the twin tentacle dildoes bottomed out inside her pussy and asshole. Lady Sarah repeated the act, lifting her hips up a few inches and then driving her weight down on top of Lara’s upturned ass. Lara’s gasps turned into loud screams, as Lady Sarah proceeded to piledrive the thick tentacles in and out of her holes. After a couple of minutes of frantic thrusting, Lady Sarah started to cum, and held the entire length of the thick dildos inside Lara’s spasming holes. Lady Sarah’s orgasm triggered the Futa Belt’s orgasm program, which sent powerful vibrations along the entire length of the tentacle dildos.
“I’m a dirty little slut! I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara repeated, screaming louder than she thought possible, as a soul-crushing orgasm was torn from her sweaty body.
Lady Sarah watched Lara’s facial expression change, as she was literally fucked stupid: her eyes went cross-eyed, her cheeks turned bright red, and her tongue lolled out of her pretty mouth like a dog. Lady Sarah finally pulled out and Lara rolled onto her back, panting with exhaustion. Lara’s body was drenched in sweat and her hair was matted to her back. As she lay there, Lady Sarah admired Lara’s thoroughly fucked pussy and asshole, both of which were gaping open about 2-inches wide, but which were slowly starting to squeeze closed. Before they could close all the way, Lady Sarah slid in between Lara’s legs and reinserted the tips of her twin dildos into Lara’s pussy and asshole.
Lara’s arms encircled Lady Sarah’s neck, and her legs wrapped around Lady Sarah’s hips, pulling her in closer. The tentacles slid back inside the warm depths of Lara’s pussy and asshole. Lady Sarah leaned down and pressed her lips against Lara’s mouth. Lara hungrily returned her kiss, and their tongues slid in and out of each other’s mouths, while their sweaty naked bodies writhed and undulated against each other. Neither woman was able to last as long this time around. After about 5 minutes of slow rhythmic thrusting, both women experienced their second orgasm. This time, Lara’s orgasm started organically, about a minute before Lady Sarah’s. Just when her own orgasm was petering out, Lady Sarah’s orgasm triggered the violent vibration of the tentacles buried deep inside Lara’s pussy and asshole.
“I’m a dirty little slut! I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara shouted again, as another intense orgasm was forced upon her.
The two naked women squirmed against each other in a tangle of sweaty limbs, until their mutual orgasms subsided. What followed was almost fifteen minutes of steamy kissing and cuddling, before they walked hand-in-hand to the shower. This was another favourite part of Lara’s day, which helped her to forget her loss of status. In the shower, Lady Sarah treated her like the friend they had been back at boarding school, before their falling-out. They laughed and joked, and washed each other’s backs and hair. It brought back memories and feelings that Lara had long forgotten, and she started feeling guilty about how badly she had treated Sarah, all those years ago. Sarah had made romantic advances towards her, and out of fear of being ostracised, Lara had cruelly rejected her and allowed Sarah’s reputation to be ruined, so she had to move schools.
Lara wished that the shower could have lasted forever, but once they were clean and dry, it was time for Lady Sarah to resume her role as the Countess of Abingdon, and it was time for Lara to resume her place as a humble maid. Lara hated being a maid, and the fact that she’d had an entire week off, getting pampered with daily Spa treatments, made returning to her life of servitude even harder. Sam had offered her more time off, if she agreed to put on another livestream show using sex toys, but Lara had refused. What happened a week ago was a mistake, and Lara prayed that what remained of her reputation would survive it.
"Wait a moment." Lady Sarah told her, as Lara went to fetch her plain black maid’s dress.
“What is it, my Lady?” Lara asked, hoping against hope that Lady Sarah wanted her to do something other than report to Trinh, the head maid, for her next work assignment.
The other maids had been giving Lara dirty looks for her entire week off, and ever since she’d returned they’d been giving her the worst jobs to do as punishment.
“There’s going to be a Charity cocktail party at lunchtime today. Every Charity member and their partners will be in attendance, and the guests have already started to arrive.” Lady Sarah told her.
Lara found it a little shocking that there were strangers moving around inside the Manor house without her knowledge. Lara no longer thought of it as “Croft Manor”, given her current situation, but she couldn’t bring herself to think of it as “Green Manor” either, so she thought of it simply as “The Manor” instead. No doubt the guests were being shown through the main entrance hall and into the extensively renovated formal dining room. The room had previously been large enough to seat about 150 guests, but Lady Sarah’s architects had doubled the space by knocking down the outer wall and adding a glass conservatory extension.
The conservatory wall reminded Lara of a large greenhouse. It was constructed almost entirely of large triple-glazed windows, fitted within a steel lattice frame, which had been painted and artificially aged to look period-appropriate. Croft Manor had never had a greenhouse conservatory, but now Lara could see the appeal. The new space bright and inviting, and offered spectacular views of the estate and the surrounding countryside.
“Sam reports that you’ve been doing excellent work on the website.” Lady Sarah said.
Lara’s heart swelled at Lady Sarah’s praise.
“Game sales have remained very strong, and as a reward, I thought it might be nice for you to attend today’s party as a guest, instead of a servant.” Lady Sarah continued.
Lara’s heart skipped a beat. She stared at Lady Sarah, trying to work out if this were some sort of trick. Lara’s heart filled with longing, as she remembered all the dinners and parties she had attended, back when she was a Countess. Lara loved being the centre of attention at those parties, and she took great pleasure in upstaging the other women in attendance. She felt an almost compulsive need to ensure that her outfits were the most stylish and expensive, and that she looked the most beautiful. This led her to spend exorbitant sums on luxury clothes, shoes and jewellery, which only added to her large debts and worsening financial situation.
“I thought it might be fun for us to get ready together, like the old days!” Lady Sarah said.
“Yes, my Lady!” Lara answered happily.
“It’s going to be a fancy dress party, and I’ve already picked our costumes.” Lady Sarah said.
Lara resigned herself to the knowledge that Lady Sarah would want her to wear something incredibly slutty. Still, Lara thought, any costume would still be better than her experience at the last Charity dinner, when she’d been forced to strip completely naked in front of the guests, and then pose nude for the renowned artist Richmond Duval. Lara and her blonde mistress sat down at the bedroom dressing table and did their hair and makeup. Then it was time to dress.
Sarah laid her costume out on the bed, and Lara’s eyes widened in surprise. The outfit was far more revealing than anything she’d seen Lady Sarah wear previously. The outfit was a Playboy Bunny costume. Lady Sarah buttoned a white collar and bowtie around her neck, and then shimmied herself into a black strapless sweetheart-cut bodysuit. The black bodysuit was high waisted and sat very high up on Lady Sarah’s hips, accentuating her long legs and her tiny waist. The top of the strapless bodysuit resembled a love heart, with two rounded cups covering Lady Sarah’s B-cup breasts, and a plunging neckline that revealed an indecent amount of her cleavage.
Lady Sarah completed the outfit with a pair of expensive black high heels, and a black headband attached to a pair of elegant black and white bunny ears. Lara thought the idea was unoriginal, but she had to admit that the costume looked amazing on Lady Sarah.
“Do me up?” Lady Sarah asked and spun around.
Lara couldn’t stop staring at Lady Sarah’s tight ass, peeking out from either side of the cheeky-cut bodysuit. Lara suddenly felt the urge to bury her face between her mistress’s buttocks and eat-her-out. Lara blushed and looked away guiltily. What is wrong with me, she wondered? Why am I have these weird fantasies about Lady Sarah? Unbidden, Lara’s imagination conjured an image of Lady Sarah sitting on her face, while Lara ate-her-out. Lara closed her eyes and shook the image away.
“Ahem! The zip?” Lady Sarah asked impatiently.
“Sorry, my Lady!” Lara answered hurriedly, before zipping-up the back of Lady Sarah’s costume.
Lara tried to tell herself that she wasn’t falling in love Lady Sarah, but rather that she loved the way that Lady Sarah made her feel; but that was a subtle distinction that was getting blurrier by the day. The truth was that Sarah’s constant mind games were getting to Lara – they were invading her dreams and her unconscious thoughts, and they were slowly eroding her will to resist.
“What will I be wearing, My Lady?” Lara asked, trying to distract herself from the indecent thoughts she was having.
Lady Sarah walked gracefully over to the closet and retrieved it.
“Here you go!” Lady Sarah said, grinning.
Lara’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Lady Sarah wasn’t holding anything that could be considered clothing. In her hands was a white toy hobby horse – basically a straight wooden stick with a white horse’s head and reins at the top. It was the kind of toy that children play with when pretending to ride.
“You’re going as Lady Godiva! Get it?” Lady Sarah said cheerfully.
Lara’s face paled and she opened her mouth to protest; however, the words died before she gave them voice. Lady Sarah had clearly already decided on this costume for her, so complaining about it was unlikely to change her mind. Instead, all it would likely do is get Lara demoted back down to servant. Lady Sarah seemed to sense her unease.
“Oh, cheer up, Lara! You’ve already modelled nude in front of everyone, so it’s not like I’m asking you to go naked for the first time.” Lady Sarah said, referring to Lara’s nude modelling at the previous Charity dinner.
Lara knew that the guests had all signed non-disclosure agreements, but she still wasn’t happy to be shamelessly flaunting herself naked in front of them again.
“Besides, I’ve got one more surprise for you! And trust me, you’re going to like it!” Lady Sarah said.
Lara doubted she would, but she forced herself to smile and look as enthusiastic as she could manage. Lady Sarah ended the conversation and led her downstairs. The Asian maids were already busy carrying platters of food and trays of drinks from the kitchen to the formal dining room. They saw Lady Sarah’s costume and averted their eyes respectfully. They were surprised that their noble employer would be wearing something so revealing, but they knew it was not their place to judge someone so far above them. However, they had no such reservations about judging Lara’s appearance.
The maids stopped to gawk at Lara’s nakedness. Lara felt deeply embarrassed by her shameless display, and she could feel her ears burning, as she heard the maids whispering to each other and laughing. Lara didn’t need to speak Vietnamese to know that their cruel comments and laughter were directed at her. As she walked down the hall, one of the maids even had the audacity to insult her in English.
“I see the slut’s flaunting herself again!” The Asian maid said, deliberately speaking loudly enough for Lara to hear.
The other maids laughed, and Lara blushed with shame, as she hurried barefoot behind Lady Sarah. Lara Sarah appeared not to hear the comment, and walked ahead imperiously, while Lara followed behind her, naked and embarrassed. Lady Sarah led her outside to the disused stables at the rear of the Manor house – only they didn’t look disused anymore. In Lara’s time away from the estate, they had been completely renovated and now looked better than new.
Standing in the open cobblestone courtyard between the two buildings was a blonde-haired young man, holding the reins of a magnificent white horse. The 18-year-old horse groom’s eyes practically bugged-out of his head, when he saw Lara’s naked body, but Lara’s attention was captivated by the sight of the pureblood white Arabian he was holding. Lara had been riding horses from a very early age, and she had always desired to own a horse like this, but her father told her it was too expensive: pureblood Arabians could fetch hundreds of thousands of dollars at auction – sometimes millions, if they were from a particularly coveted bloodline.
“Do you like her?” Lady Sarah asked of the horse, with a broad grin.
“She’s magnificent.” Lara answered, running her hand along the filly’s flank. “What’s her name?”
“Artemis.” Lady Sarah answered.
Lara’s heart skipped a beat at hearing that name. Artemis had been the name of her first horse. She wasn’t anything as grand and regal as this pure-blooded Arabian. Her Artemis had been an old chestnut mare, with a gentle temperament that made her the perfect first horse for an adventurous 5-year-old girl. Lara had been heartbroken when Artemis became very sick and had to be put down four years later. Lara knew the choice of name wasn’t a coincidence, since she had confided that story to Lady Sarah, during their time at boarding school. Lara should have recognised this emotional manipulation tactic for what it was, but instead she felt happy that Lady Sarah had remembered, after all these years.
“Take her for a ride around the Manor. I want my guests to be greeted by the glorious sight of Lady Godiva riding past!” Lady Sarah said, smiling broadly.
It was a chilly autumn day, despite the sun shining, but Lara instantly forgot about the cold. She also forgot about her embarrassment at being seen naked. All she could think about was the magnificent Arabian filly standing in front of her. Lara climbed into the saddle with the ease of an experienced rider. The cold autumn air made her nipples stand painfully erect, but the horse’s body felt soft and warm beneath her. Lara grabbed the reins and nudged the horse into a light trot. The white horse was incredibly well trained and obeyed her commands instantly.
Lara kicked Artemis into a gallop and rounded the corner. Lara saw dozens of cars parked in neat lines on the green lawn next to the Manor house, and a long line of costumed guests walking from their vehicles towards the house. All of the guests stopped dead in their tracks, and gawked at the sight of the beautiful naked woman galloping towards them on a magnificent white horse. The costumed guests started clapping and cheering as Lara rode past, with her trademark long brown hair trailing behind her. Lara blushed with embarrassment, but didn’t acknowledge them or look in their direction. Instead, she fixed her gaze forward and grimly rode onwards.
Once she cleared the crowd of gawking onlookers, Lara was able to relax and enjoy the feeling of riding such a magnificent steed. Despite her embarrassment, Lara remembered how much she missed riding. After her father had died, the cost of keeping their horses had proved prohibitive, so she had sold them and allowed stables to fall into disrepair. Now Lara doubted the wisdom of that decision, as she revelled in the sensation of having the wind rushing through her hair and a powerful animal galloping between her thighs. Lara slowed the horse to a trot and patted its neck.
“Good girl!” Lara whispered into its ear, and was rewarded by an affectionate whinny that made her instantly fall in love with the animal.
Lara walked the horse back around to the stables. Lady Sarah was gone, and the young blushing horse groom grabbed the reins led her mount over to a water trough.
“Lady Sarah said to tell you that she’s gone to greet the guests. She said you should wear this until it’s time for your ride past the dining room.” The groom said, handing her an expensive-looking knee-length fur coat.
Lara gratefully took the coat a swung it around her shoulders. The fur was incredibly soft and warm, and it did an admirable job of keeping the cold at bay. Lara saw the disappointed expression on the young horse groom’s face and couldn’t help but smile with amusement: he clearly preferred the view of her without the coat. Lara waited for another 30 minutes or so, trotting around the courtyard with her steed and trying to build up her confidence for the ride-past. I can do this, she told herself repeatedly. It’s just a normal ride. Don’t worry about what you’re wearing, she told herself. It almost worked, until Trinh, the head maid, emerged from the Manor.
“Lady Sarah’s guests all here. You ride past dining room now!” The dark-haired maid said in a heavy Vietnamese accent.
Lara blushed at the contempt she heard in the maid’s voice, and it made her lose her focus. She felt her mind flood with doubt, as the enormity of what she was about to do dawned on her. Lara felt a pit open-up in her stomach, at the prospect to parading naked in front of over 300 of her social peers. How would she look any of them in the eye again, without blushing at the memory of this shameful day, she wondered? The feeling of butterflies in her stomach intensified, as she doffed her coat and handed it to the grinning horse groom. Naked once more, Lara nudged the horse forward.
Artemis reacted instantly, as if reading her thoughts. As she rounded the back corner of the Manor house, Lara could see the long glass panels of the conservatory were packed with hundreds of guests, all craning their necks to get the best view of Lara’s indecent display. Lara took a deep breath and willed herself to get this embarrassing show over with. With her cheeks turning bright red, despite the cold, Lara kicked her horse into a gallop. As she thundered past the conservatory windows, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing at her audience: it was like something out of a fevered dream. She was completely naked, riding past hundreds of men and women in fanciful costumes, who were holding drinks and pointing at her, while laughing and joking.
Lara felt more embarrassed that at any time in her young life, and she felt suddenly grateful that the Charity guests were all inside, where she couldn’t hear what they were saying about her. But that didn’t prevent her imagination from inventing and endless stream of insults.
“Lara Croft doesn’t look so high and mighty now!”
“Lara Croft looks more like a stripper than a Countess!”
“Lara Croft has proven that she’s nothing more than a common whore!”
That’s what Lara imagined was being said about her, as she rode past. Lara leaned lower in the saddle, both to ride faster and to hide her face. For their part, the Charity guests were delighted by the show. They were being treated to the incredibly erotic sight of the world-famous Lara Croft, riding nude across the lawn on a magnificent white horse, with her long trademark hair waving behind her. It looked like something from a fairytale, and it was not a sight any of them would soon forget. Their conversations quickly turned to discussing the salacious details of Lara’s downfall and sexual degradation.
By now, more than two-thirds of the Charity members and their spouses had enjoyed a turn fucking Lara in the Manor’s high-tech basement playroom. The men and women who’d already used her boasted of their time with her and compared notes on their favourite sexual positions; while those who hadn’t listened intently and imagined what they’d like to do to her, when their turn came. All of them thought that Lady Sarah’s plan to transform Lara from a Countess into a pornstar was hilarious, and everyone agreed to help. While it was fun to insult a woman to her face, it was even more fun to trick her into thinking that she was popular, only to laugh at her behind her back. The fact that Lara Croft was one of their own – a member of high society and a wealthy noblewoman to boot – didn’t garner her any sympathy. If anything, it made the act of manipulating and corrupting her even more exciting and forbidden.
Lara rode back around to the stables, ready to dismount, but the Head Maid ordered her to ride around again, twice more, and to smile and wave this time. Lara’s heart sank, as she steered the horse back around the Manor for another ride-past. This time, Lara’s face was blushing furiously, as she forced herself to smile and wave towards the conservatory viewing gallery, as she rode past. Her bouncing gallop caused her large breasts to bounce up and down against her chest. Worse still, since she had to wave, she couldn’t spare an arm to hold them in place. With one hand tightly gripping the reins and the other hands waving in the air, the bouncing of her Lara’s breasts became even more exaggerated.
Lara forced a smile onto her face, which made her feel even more ridiculous. Her beautiful face was blushing furiously, and she felt so embarrassed that she barely felt the cold. As she rode past, several guests smiled and waved back at her, while the others toasted her with their Champaigne glasses. Again, her mind imagined that she was the butt of their cruel jokes.
“Lara Croft is flaunting herself like a prostitute.”
“Lara Croft is a disgrace to her family name.”
“Lara Croft doesn’t deserve to regain her Noble Title.”
The bold black garter tattoo on Lara’s left thigh, and the lines of stylised text covering her left ribcage, stood in stark contrast to Lara’s white skin and the pure white hair of the Arabian horse she was riding. It gave her an exotic, almost enchanted appearance – she looked like a beautiful druidess from a fairytale, covered in magical runes. Lara steeled her nerves and rode past the conservatory windows more time, this time in the opposite direction. As she rode past, she could hear the muffled applause of the 300 Charity guests. The applause only served to make Lara feel more embarrassed and self-conscious about her behaviour. She felt like a circus performer in an obscene sideshow act.
Lady Sarah smiled broadly at the sight of Lara’s beautiful blushing face, as she rode past. Her plan was coming together perfectly. Lady Sarah turned to the other guests and tapped her Champaigne glass for silence, before making her announcement.
“Lara will be walking through the doors in a few minutes. Is everyone clear on the plan?” Lady Sarah asked, in a loud authoritative voice.
The 300 guests nodded and commented affirmatively. Lady Sarah smiled and nodded to Sam, who left the room to change. Let the games begin, Lady Sarah thought, with an evil grin! Back in the rear courtyard, Lara dismounted and handed the horse’s reins to the groomsman. The young man thankfully didn’t make eye contact with her, which spared her a little embarrassment. Instead, his eyes were focused on her naked pussy and large breasts. The old Lara would have shamed a man for staring at her chest so openly, but now she felt aroused by his attention, and her own eyes were drawn to the hard cock straining against the material of the young man’s crotch. Concentrate, Lara, she chided herself! When had she become such a horny slut, she wondered?
Lara took one last longing look at Artemis, before walking back inside the Manor house. Lady Sarah had left her “costume” sitting on the table beside the door. After riding a magnificent steed like Artemis, the toy hobby horse seemed even more childish. Lara shivered with embarrassment, imagining all of the cruel comments and jokes that would be made at her expense, inside the cocktail party. Taking a girding breath, Lara walked out into the corridor.
Lara detoured via the bathroom to wash her feet, which were filthy from walking barefoot outside. In truth, though, she was just trying to delay her arrival in the formal dining room, and the humiliation that she knew awaited her. Lara dried her feet with a towel and then padded, naked and barefoot, towards the formal dining room. As she got closer, she heard the loud voices and laughter typical of any large social gathering. She paused beside the doorway, like a nervous bride summoning the final courage to walk down the aisle. Then she took a deep breath and summoned all her remaining willpower, before walking through the tall open doorway.
As soon as she entered, all conversation immediately ceased, and an uncomfortable silence descended upon the room. Every set of eyes were staring in her direction, focusing on her like laser beams. Lara swallowed and walked forward. Being the only naked person, in a room of over 300 fully clothed guests, made Lara acutely aware of her nakedness and vulnerability. Lara felt sick to her stomach with embarrassment, and her heart was beating out of her chest. She could feel the eyes of hundreds of men and women staring at her in silent judgement. She had never felt more objectified or ashamed. She felt like a piece of meat, being graded at auction.
Lara knew the silence could not last forever, and she steeled herself for the taunting laughter to come. But to her surprise, the Charity guests erupted in thunderous applause. Lara’s jaw dropped in disbelief. Several male guests shouted “bravo” and “magnificent” over the cacophony of clapping, while several women shouted “stunning” and “so brave”, and a host of other compliments. Lara hesitated and froze mid-step, unable to tell if she was being mocked and unsure of how to respond. A small group of women broke away from the crowd and walked towards her.
Lara’s heart sank, when she recognised the four women walking towards her. No, not them! Let it be anyone but them, Lara thought miserably! It was bad enough being humiliated in front of casual acquaintances and strangers, but being humiliated in front of women who had once been her friends was simply unbearable. Lara felt certain they would all turn on her, now that she was publicly degrading herself in front of everyone. The thought of it made Lara feel sick, and she knew that being forced to listen to her former friends mock and ridicule her would magnify her shame tenfold. Lara silently wished that the floor would open and swallow her, but there was nowhere to hide, and Lara’s former friends surrounded her in a semicircle.
Mary Bucksomby was dressed as a mermaid, with a blue clamshell bra and a textured green pencil-dress that flared outwards at the bottom, mimicking a mermaid’s tail. Lady Mary was the daughter of the Duke of Marlborough and a frenemy from Lara’s social circle. Mary was a couple of years older than Lara and instinctively saw Lara’s entry into high society as a threat to her own position. Lara was surprised to see her here, since she hadn’t been an active member of the Charity for over a year – ever since Lara had upstaged her at a pervious Charity event, when Lara had won a token door prize for best outfit. The prize was only a bottle of wine, but Mary saw it as a popularity contest, and felt humiliated when Lara received 5 times more votes than she did, despite her own outfit being more expensive.
Mary was tall and slim, with a pretty face and dark shoulder-length hair, but her expression was constantly pouting. Maybe she’d be prettier if she smiled once in a while, Lara thought! Except Mary was smiling now, and that made Lara feel even more nervous. Mary had not attended either of the first two Charity dinners, since she was overseas on a world cruise at the time. But over the following months, she started hearing salacious rumours of the changes occurring at Croft Manor: Lara giving up her pampered lifestyle and Title to become a maid; Lara being spanked in front of dinner guests, and modelling nude in front of everyone! The opportunity to see her main rival brought down and humiliated was just too delicious to pass up.
When Mary contacted the new head of the Charity, Sarah Green, to enquire about dates for the next Charity dinner, she was a little taken aback by how much things had changed in her absence. For starters, she had to sign a non-disclosure agreement to attend any future events. Then there was the exorbitant fee of 50,000 pounds, as the price of admission. Mary thought that the new Charity head must have lost her mind, but when Sarah Green explained what the 50,000 pounds would buy her, Mary couldn’t agree fast enough!
Standing beside Mary was another of Lara’s frenemies: Sybil Marlow. Sybil was the daughter of a wealthy London investment banker, and a shameless social climber, who clung to Mary’s coattails in all things. Sybil was younger than Mary and shorter than her by half-a-foot, but she deliberately styled her dark hair and makeup identically to Mary’s and always wore high heels, to give the appearance that they were related. It was a mistake that Sybil made sure to never correct, since it gave her an air of nobility that her common birth didn’t warrant. Unsurprisingly, Sybil’s costume mirrored the ocean theme of Mary’s mermaid costume. Sybil was dressed as a sexy shark, wearing a tight grey dress, with a shark fin protruding from the back, a pair of eyes below her ribcage, and an oval cut-out over her stomach that resembled gaping jaws, full of teeth.
Standing with them were two more friends from Lara’s inner social circle, who she hadn’t seen since she started her slave contract with Lady Sarah. Naomi Merchant was dressed as a sexy pirate, complete with an eyepatch and a colourful parrot stuck to her shoulder, while Allison Smith was dressed as a ballerina, all in white. Unlike Mary and Sybil, who were Lara’s social rivals, Allison and Naomi were fair-weather friends who flitted between social groups, but disappeared whenever controversy threatened. This wasn’t done maliciously; it was simply that they weren’t as rich or high born as the other members of their social circle, so any misstep on their part would mean their social suicide.
Lara cringed inwardly, and waited for the cruel jokes and humiliating insults to begin, but to her astonished surprise, Mary hugged her.
“Lara, it’s so good to see you! You looked amazing, riding past on that white horse! Lady Godiva, right?” Mary asked.
This must be fake, Lara thought! She searched Mary’s face for any signs of sarcasm, but couldn’t detect any.
“I love your costume choice! You look like something from a fairytale!” Sybil added, hugging Lara as soon as Mary released her.
“Erm… thanks.” Lara answered, nonplussed.
“You looked stunning out there!” Naomi said, hugging her next.
“Yes, so brave!” Allison said, when it was her turn to hug Lara.
Lara was caught off-guard by how friendly her friends were behaving towards her. High society women were raised differently to common women. While they might outwardly behave as friends, all of them were acutely aware that they were also competing with each other for status and prospective husbands. As a result, while they might feign sympathy when one of their social circle suffered misfortune, each woman would secretly be planning for how they could usurp the unfortunate’s position within their social pecking order. Lara expected her friends to disown her and make jokes at her expense, to elevate themselves above her. It made their current behaviour even more unexpected and bizarre.
The volume in the room rose back to normal, as the other guests resumed their conversations, although Lara was keenly aware that many them were still glancing in her direction, when they thought she wasn’t looking. Mary and Sybil looped their arms inside Lara’s and pulled her towards the refreshment tables. With no other choice, Lara allowed herself to be led along by them, with Naomi and Allison following closely behind.
“I thought it was so selfless of you, agreeing to become a maid to raise money for Charity!” Mary said.
“Yeah, I’d never be able give up my whole life like that, even if it’s only for a year!” Sybil added.
“I’m jealous of your costume!” Naomi said. “I wish I had the guts to wear something like that!”
“Or the body to wear something like that!” Allison grinned, insulting her friend by implication.
“Bitch!” Naomi shot back light-heartedly.
Being surrounded by the prattling women reminded Lara of how much she missed this: just standing around and chatting with her friends. It made her feel normal again. Of course, she would have preferred to be wearing clothes. Being reminded of her nakedness made Lara blush, and she did her best to cover her breasts and crotch with the white hobby horse she was holding.
“The horse was an Arabian, right?” Sybil asked.
“Yes.” Lara answered.
“Oh, I’ve always loved Arabians! I wanted to own one, but Daddy says they’re a waste of money!” Sybil said.
“Here, let me take that for you!” Mary said, taking the hobby horse from Lara’s reluctant hands and replacing it was a glass of Champaigne.
“Cheers!” Mary said, holding up her glass.
Lara drank her Champaigne far too quickly, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. Without the hobby horse to shield her nakedness, she was now literally baring all, for everyone to see. Lara looked for the hobby horse, but Mary had already hidden it beneath one of the refreshment tables. On one hand, Lara was happy to be rid of the ridiculous and humiliating children’s toy; but without it, she felt like she had gone from wearing an embarrassing costume, to simply being an embarrassed naked woman, in a room full of fully-clothed people. Mary handed her another drink, which Lara downed without hesitation. Lara started to get a pleasant buzz, as Sybil took the empty Champaign glass from her and Mary replaced it with another full one.
“I know we haven’t always gotten along, but when I heard that you’d cast aside your wealth and privilege to raise 10 million pounds for Charity, I knew I needed to come and support you!” Mary said.
“We all did!” Allison added. “We just didn’t want you to feel awkward, having to behave like servant around us, so we stayed away from the other Charity dinners.”
“But when Sarah told us that you’d be attending today’s lunch as a guest, we all wanted to come and show our support!” Naomi said.
“Now, tell us how the last 6 months have been for you!” Mary said.
Yes, we want to know everything!” Sybil said eagerly.
Lara felt overwhelmed by the sudden support of her friends, after being socially isolated for so many months. She told them a heavily censored version of her daily life since becoming Lady Sarah’s maid – deliberately leaving out the daily sex orgies and her embarrassing sexual addiction. The women hung off her every word, and about two dozen other women nearby stopped their own conversations to listen. Lara loved being the centre of attention, and became engrossed in her storytelling. She failed to notice that all the other women were still drinking their first glasses of Champaigne, whereas she was already halfway through her third. Lara was starting to feel a little tipsy, but she didn’t mind, because it made her feel less self-conscious about her nakedness.
“Let me get that!” Mary said, taking the now empty glass from Lara’s hand and replacing it with another full one.
Lara unconsciously took a sip of Champaigne, before continuing her story for her attentive audience. Mary and Sybil exchanged a conspiratorial smile. Lara was too distracted to notice that they were plying her with alcohol. As Lara’s story started to trail off, Mary chimed in.
“Your tattoos look amazing, by the way!” Mary said. “They make you look so exotic!”
This surprised Lara, since one of the few things she and Mary agreed upon was that tattoos made a woman look cheap and common. Again, Lara instinctively felt like she was being setup as the butt of some cruel joke, but it never eventuated.
“I always used to think that tattoos looked cheap, but yours look amazing! I might have to get one myself!” Mary said.
“The symbols on your leg tattoo look interesting. Do they mean anything?” Sybil asked.
Mary almost choked on her drink and had to turn around and pretend to sneeze, to coverup for her outburst.
“Sorry, that went down the wrong way!” Mary said, coughing loudly.
“Don’t worry about it!” Lara laughed, as she finished her fourth glass of Champaigne.
After signing their non-disclosure agreements and paying the 50,000-pound Charity fee, Sarah Green had sent Mary and the other women a link to Lara’s Onlyfans page. Mary had been a regular watcher ever since. Mary couldn’t stop herself from masturbating, the first time she saw Lara’s new tattoos – especially with the knowledge that her own initials were tattooed onto Lara’s ribcage, like a cattle brand! Mary must have masturbated dozens of times, while watching her social rival’s downfall. She watched with glee, as Lara’s modelling career progressed from swimsuits, to lewd full-frontal nudity, and finally to masturbating live on camera with a long blue dildo.
Mary could have died of happiness right then, watching the stuck-up Countess of Abingdon swapping the dildo between her ass and mouth like a pornstar! She particularly enjoyed Lara’s slutty tattoos, which defaced Lara formerly perfect body like graffiti, and would forever mark her as a common whore. Mary became intrigued by the meaning behind the symbols tattooed all over Lara’s body. She was pleased to discover that Lara’s fans had already researched the hidden meanings behind her new tattoos, which were identical to the tattoos worn by Lara’s Tomb Raider game character. The usually pouty Mary had been smiling for days, after learning that the symbols tattooed across Lara’s body represented indecent sexual acts, and taken together read like the menu from a particularly seedy brothel.
The black symbols tattooed across Lara’s body were small enough that they were difficult to read from afar, but up close their meanings couldn’t be clearer. Lara had a black band tattooed around the ring finger of her right hand, which advertised to anyone in that subculture that Lara was a swinger. On the inside of her right forearm, where anyone shaking Lara’s hand would see it, was tattooed a small daisy-chain of 5 stick figures in a line holding hands – four male figures with on female in the middle – which advertised that Lara enjoyed group sex.
Lara had a bold garter tattoo encircling her left thigh, which consisted of a thick band above and a thinner line running parallel beneath it. Taken on its own, the garter tattoo was a universal symbol of sex work and prostitution – rather fitting considering Lara’s recent foray into Onlyfans, Mary thought with a smirk. However, from there things got even better! The thick upper band had 6 unfilled circles in it, spaced out evenly around Lara’s outer thigh, each of which bore a black symbol. At the front of Lara’s thigh was a triangular triskelion, which advertised that Lara was into BDSM. The next symbol was a cross with a circle around it, which advertised that Lara was a submissive slave to a female owner – Sarah Green?
The third symbol was a U-shaped swing, which again told anyone in the swinger subculture that Lara was available for use – provided you got her owner’s permission. Mary felt herself growing excited at the thought of Lara Croft being owned, like a Roman slave. The fourth symbol with a love heart overlaid with an infinity loop, which indicted that Lara was polyamorous and enjoyed having sex with multiple partners. The fifth symbol was a butterfly, which indicated that Lara was bisexual, but the best symbol to Mary’s mind was the sixth one, located on the back of Lara’s thigh: it was the number 231 surrounded by a love heart. Mary learned that in the world of sexual deviancy, the number 231 represented the letters B, C and A – as in, “this B needs a C in her A”, or “this bitch needs a cock in her ass.”
Although she couldn’t see it beneath Lara’s long trademark hair, Mary knew that Lara had a small black Crown tattooed on the back of her neck, with the letters “SG” tattooed beneath it in Old English font. The online fan-forum told Mary that the crown was a symbol of prostitution, and the initials belonged to Lara’s owner/pimp. The fans didn’t know who S G was and assumed it was an in-game character that hadn’t been discovered yet, but Mary knew instantly that it was Sarah Green. Mary would have paid half her personal fortune to own Lara Croft as a slave, or even just to rent her for a couple of years. She’d already mentioned the idea to Sarah, only half-jokingly, but Sarah had politely declined.
I guess I’ll just have to be satisfied with having my initials tattooed on Lara’s ribcage, Mary thought smugly. From a distance, the cursive black text on Lara’s ribcage looked like lines of writing; but up close, it was apparent that each tine of the tattoo was actually 13 pairs of letters, arranged across 12 lines of writing, with 7 pairs of letters on the last line. Lara’s fans apparently believed that the 150 pairs of letters were Easter eggs, symbolising various enchanted items hidden inside the game. This was partially correct, but only coincidentally. The truth was that the letters were the initials of the Charity members, tattooed onto Lara’s flawless body like a cattle brand.
“Hey, could we get a photo?” Mary asked.
“Sure can!” Sam replied.
Lara turned around, and her jaw almost hit the floor, when she saw what Sam was wearing.
“What are you wearing??” Lara blurted out, before she could stop herself.
Sam blushed with embarrassment, but she forced herself to smile. Sam knew her role in Lady Sarah’s plan was crucial, and she was determined to play her part!
“I didn’t want you to be the only one wearing practically nothing to the party. I heard you were coming as Lady Godiva, so I decided to come as an Onlyfans girl.” Sam said.
Sam’s upper body was completely naked, except for a pair of black leather pastiest covering her nipples. Both pasties were X-shaped, like two crossed Band-Aids, and had a blue OF symbol for Onlyfans on them. On her lower body, Sam was wearing a wet-look black leather thong, with a blue OF symbol on the front of the crotch. Lara was shocked to see the normally reserved Sam wearing something so revealing, and she felt immensely grateful to Sam for making this sacrifice to support her. Lara and Sam were easily the two least dressed party guests in the room, but at least she wasn’t alone anymore.
For her part, Sam wasn’t nearly as embarrassed as she thought she’d be. Thanks to the daily sex orgies in the Manor’s high-tech basement playroom, Sam had been seen naked by two-thirds of the people in this room anyway, and had seen them naked in return. She was still blushing from being practically naked around so many people at once, but she felt in control. I guess having daily sex orgies lower your inhibitions, Sam thought cheekily! They certainly had in Lara’s case, Sam grinned! Sam was holding a camera and gestured for Mary and Lara to lean in closer for a photo.
Before Lara could object, Mary wrapped an arm around her shoulder and leaned into her, while pointing at her – or so Lara thought. What Mary was actually pointing at were her initials “MB” tattooed on Lara’s ribcage.
“Smile!” Sam said, in an upbeat and festive voice.
Even the normally pouty Mary seemed to get into the mood, flashing the camera a joyful smile that Lara found contagious. Lara found herself smiling, and before she knew it, Sam had taken their picture.
Click. Click. Click.
Lara’s eyes widened, as she realised what she’d done, although Mary was acting like this simple photograph was one of the happiest moments of her life.
“Sam, I don’t know about this.” Lara protested, suddenly getting cold feet.
Despite her tipsy state, Lara had enough presence of mind to be reluctant about getting photographed naked with the party guests.
“Don’t worry, it’ll only be posted on the website!” Sam said.
Before Lara could object further, Sybil swooped in and wrapped her arm around Lara’s waist. She assumed a model-like pose, angling her body towards the camera, while her left hand surreptitiously pointed towards Lara’s ribcage, where her initials “SM” were tattooed.
“That’s great! Lara, you pose as well! Smile!” Sam ordered.
Despite her reluctance, Lara had been conditioned to obey Sam’s voice, and upon hearing it, she instantly assumed a model pose – angling her body towards the camera, sucking in her stomach, thrusting out her chest and smiling.
Click. Click. Click.
Mary swapped places with Naomi and Allison, who posed on either side of Lara. Not being as wealthy as many of the other Charity members, they ordinarily wouldn’t have been able to afford the 50,000 pounds required to participate in Sarah’s Charity events; but when Sarah had learned about their prior friendship with Lara, she agreed to pay their entrance fees herself – provided they played their part in Lara’s transformation. Both women agreed, since membership in the Charity guaranteed them access to rich clients for their respective jobs. Unlike most of the women present, who were either rich heiresses or trophy wives, Naomi and Allison actually had day jobs. Naomi was a lawyer in an upmarket law firm, while Allison was a real estate agent. Both women were using the Charity as a way to network and advance their careers.
Naomi was fully onboard with her role in Lara’s downfall, and said that if Lara was stupid enough to let herself get turned into a cheap pornstar, then she deserved what she got; but Allison felt bad about Lara being unknowingly manipulated into sex work and getting tattoos. She didn’t feel bad enough to speak-up in Lara’s defence or to warn her, but she felt bad enough that she allowed Naomi to assume their joint Charity membership, with Allison attending as her plus-one. Both women wrapped their arms around Lara’s naked back and leaned-in for a photo. Naomi pointed towards her initials “NM” tattooed on Lara’s ribcage, while Allison gave the camera an enthusiastic thumbs-up! Lara smiled radiantly at the camera, completely unaware of her friends’ ulterior motives.
Click. Click. Click.
“Can we have a photo next?” Asked a middle-aged man dressed in a toga and sandals, like a Roman Senator.
Sam nodded, and before Lara knew what was happening, a fresh group of costumed guests were lining up to pose with her for photographs. Most of them posed with her as couples, and she felt a party-like atmosphere, with lots of smiling and laughing. Lara would have been suspicious that they were laughing at her, except that everyone was being so incredibly nice to her. They all complimented her on how beautiful she was, how brave her costume choice was and how amazing her tattoos were. This was all music to Lara’s ears, and she allowed herself to become seduced by their attention and validation.
When Lara finished taking photos with that group, she allowed herself to be led around to the next group. It seemed like everyone wanted to get their photos taken with her, and Lara was overwhelmed by her popularity. Despite her world-class looks and fame, Lara had never been this popular at parties before, and she found it both surprising and addictive. Her previous embarrassment at being naked soon vanished, and she posed with what seemed like hundreds of guests, all the while basking in the spotlight of their adoration. Her friends stayed nearby throughout it all, providing encouragement whenever she started having second thoughts. Mary, in particular, was a terrific help to Lara, and made sure that her Champaigne glass was never empty.
When Lara finished her fifth glass of Champaigne, she had trouble remembering why she had ever viewed Mary as a rival. Mary was such a nice person, Lara thought! She was completely oblivious to the fact that everyone in the room was secretly laughing at her behind her back. They thought it was hilarious that Lara was smiling and posing with them for photographs, which they would later show to their friends like trophies – to show that their initials were tattooed on the body of a beautiful English Countess. The rule was one set of initials per couple, and most of the men were content to allow their wives the honour of having their initials branded onto Lara’s noble flesh. The women seemed to derive perverse pleasure from Lara’s humiliating tattoos, especially because she was a beautiful Countess, while the men were mostly content to use Lara sexually and view her pornographic videos.
Sam led Lara around the large crowded room, until all 300 guests had the opportunity to get their photos taken with her. The next day, Sam would email high-resolution copies of the photos to each of the Charity members, as a memento of the party. Sam would then blur-out the Charity members’ faces and post the best photos to Lara’s Onlyfans. Lastly, Sam would edit some of the photographs, censoring Lara’s private parts, so that she could post them on Lara’s social media pages, with links to her Onlyfans. Sam felt certain that Lara’s fans would get a thrill from learning about what she got up to in her spare time!
While Lara was posing for photographs, Lady Sarah’s team of Vietnamese maids were moving around the room with large serving trays full of gourmet food. Lara avoided making eye contact with them, since every time she looked in their direction, they shot her condescending and judgemental looks. Lara was definitely drunk now, and accidentally dropped her sixth glass of Champaigne on the polished hardwood floor, causing it to shatter.
“Stupid drunk slut!” One of the nearby maids cursed under her breath, loudly enough for Lara to hear her, before going off to fetch a dustpan and broom.
Lara was mortified, but her friends seemed shocked by the maid’s behaviour towards her.
“What was that about?” Naomi asked.
Thanks to the alcohol in her system, Lara found herself spilling her guts to her friends. She told them how the new household staff all hated her and always gave her the worst jobs to do; and how they spoke down to her and made her redo everything, because nothing she did was ever good enough! Lara’s experience was not something that any of her friends could relate to, since none of them would ever dream of doing anything as degrading as working as a maid, but they listened politely and comforted her. When she finished her tale, Mary handed her a replacement glass of Champaigne and placed a reassuring hand on Lara’s shoulder. Mary looked across at Sam, and the Asian woman nodded. It was time to set their rehearsed conversation into motion.
“I don’t get it?” Mary said, as casually as she could, while talking to Sam within deliberate earshot of Lara. “Having Lara working as a lowly maid is such a waist of her talents!”
The praise of her greatest social rival was music to Lara’s ears. The large amount of alcohol she’d consumed, combined with her lack of food, gave Lara a comforting feeling of warmth. In her inebriated state, she took Mary’s compliment at face value and smiled, feeling loved and accepted.
“I keep trying to convince her to go full time, but she keeps resisting it!” Sam lamented, while looking pointedly at Lara.
“How much money is Lara’s Onlyfans making these days?” Sybil asked Sam.
Wait! There was something wrong with what Sybil had just said, but Lara had trouble putting her finger on it. Her brain felt foggy from all the alcohol, and she found it difficult to concentrate and think clearly.
“She’s got over 3 million subscribers, each paying $5 dollars a month. After hosting fees, production costs and taxes, Lara’s making around $4.5 million dollars a month!” Sam said.
Lara was shocked! She was making $4.5 million dollars a month? Her mind went wild, thinking about all the archaeological expeditions she could bankroll with that kind of money – not to mention how she could upgrade her lifestyle.
“If only she’d agree to do it fulltime, I’m sure we could double those numbers within a month!
All of Lara’s friends turned and stared at her, waiting for her to respond. The social pressure was beginning to build.
“Why don’t you go fulltime?” Mary said, half asking and half suggesting.
“Yeah, you’d make so much money!” Sybil said, enthusiastically
“Your fans obviously want to see more of you!” Naomi said, seriously.
“Do you really want to keep working as a maid?” Alliston asked, doubtfully.
“Have a look at her latest video! It’s been viewed over 10 million times! That means most of her subscribers are viewing it multiple times!” Sam said, holding up her phone to show the women the view counter.
Lara’s face paled, when she caught a glimpse of Sam’s phone screen, and saw the thumbnail of the video she was referring to. The video thumbnail showed Lara’s head titled backwards, with her throat bulging outwards around a long blue dildo, which she was swallowing like circus sword-swallower.
“I’ve seen it! I think it’s Lara’s hottest video yet!” Mary said, nodding to Lara enthusiastically.
The other women nodded in agreement. Lara’s eyes widened in shock. Did that mean they’d all seen her video, she wondered? Lara felt sick with shame, when she realised the implications of what she was hearing. She’d hoped that her website, being targeted at her nerdy fans and hidden behind a paywall, would escape the attention of other members of her social group. That was clearly not the case, and now she wondered how many other people knew about her unladylike activities.
“Please, it’s not what you think!” Lara protested.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed about, Lara! We all support what you’re doing! We need more successful female entrepreneurs like yourself!” Mary said enthusiastically.
It took all of Mary’s acting skills not to burst out laughing at her ridiculous words. Flaunting herself on the internet like a pornstar didn’t make Lara a successful businesswoman – it made her a prostitute. A highly paid prostitute, to be sure, but a prostitute nonetheless!
“Yeah, don’t let anyone shame you for making money. You’re a strong and empowered modern woman, taking control of your own body!” Sybil said with conviction.
“I think what you’re doing is incredibly brave. You’re succeeding in a man’s world, and striking a blow against the patriarchy!” Naomi declared.
“I’m actually a little jealous of your videos.” Allison admitted, shyly. “You look so beautiful.”
Lara blushed at the compliment, despite the shame she felt at her secret being publicly outed.
“Yeah, if I was as beautiful and famous as you are, I’d probably be doing the same thing!” Naomi lied.
“I wasn’t jealous – until I caught my boyfriend masturbating to it!” Mary said jokingly, and the other women laughed and nodded.
“Yeah, I think we’ve all caught them doing that at some stage!” Sybil laughed.
Lara’s mouth gaped open in shock. Lara knew that men masturbated to her videos, but now her friends were openly admitting that their boyfriends did it too. Mary placed a reassuring hand on Lara’s arm.
“Don’t worry, Lara! I was a little mad at first, but afterwards my boyfriend and I had the best sex of our lives! He was so horny! He was like a wild animal in bed!” Mary said, grinning cheekily.
“Same thing with mine. Nothing gets him revved-up like one of your videos!” Sybil said, and the other women nodded in agreement.
Lara should have felt ashamed and mortified that all her friends knew about her sex videos, and that their male partners were masturbating to them, but instead it made her feel incredibly aroused. It was all a lie, of course, designed to lure Lara further down the path into becoming a fully-fledged pornstar. And it was working! Especially Mary’s admission about how horny her boyfriend was after watching Lara. It tickled Lara’s ego to know that when Mary and her boyfriend made love, he was secretly fantasising about her! And knowing that her friends were jealous of her success was icing on the cake!
Every woman secretly wants her friends to be envious of her. It’s the main reason women get so competitive and try to outdo one another: whether it’s wearing the best outfit, or having the most successful boyfriend, or having the most perfect wedding. Having her friends openly admit that they were jealous of her was more social proof, to Lara, that she was doing the right thing. Her ego started to grow, and her sense of accomplishment and self-importance soared. Attention and validation really were like an addictive drug to women, and this one was being injected directly into Lara’s inebriated brain!
“Yeah, your Onlyfans is all anyone at work can talk about!” Allison said.
Something finally clicked in Lara’s alcohol-clouded mind, and she felt a twinge of panic. Lara snatched Sam’s phone from her hand and stared at the screen, hoping that she’d heard incorrectly. The webpage looked identical to the ones that Sam had been showing her all these weeks, except that it featured an Onlyfans banner at the top of the page, and it had Onlyfans in the domain name on the address bar. Lara’s face paled. She didn’t remember that being there before! How had she missed it? Had it always been there, she wondered?
“What’s wrong?” Sam asked innocently.
“My website… is Onlyfans?” Lara asked, with a feeling of dread.
“Of course, silly! I’ve been showing you the webpages for weeks!” Sam said, deliberately gaslighting her. “Why do you think I’m wearing this costume?”
Lara felt lightheaded and had to lean against a nearby refreshment table for support. Sam’s gaslighting was making Lara doubt her sanity. Was it possible that she’d been posting her material to Onlyfans this whole time, but just hadn’t noticed? Or had she wilfully deceived herself, because she didn’t want to face the truth? It felt wrong, but why would Sam lie to her? Sam was her best friend, and always looked out for her best interests. Lara’s head was spinning and she felt like her world was crumbling down around her. She downed the remainder of her sixth glass of Champaigne in one long gulp, while on the verge of having a panic attack.
Sam pointed her camera at the ceiling and pretended to adjust the flash. The bright flashes were a signal for the other ladies present to step forward and stroke Lara’s ego further. The women approached Lara in small groups, and complimented her on the success of her Onlyfans.
“I was initially against it, but if a woman with your breeding and reputation is doing it, then it must be good!” A snobbish dark-haired woman in her thirties, dressed as Cleopatra, said.
“My husband and I hadn’t had sex in over 3 years, until he started watching your videos. Now we have sex at least 3 times a week!” A handsome greying woman in her fifties, dressed as Queen Victoria, said.
“My boyfriend and I love your videos! We watch them all the time, when we have sex!” A cute black woman in her twenties, dressed as Uhura from Star Trek, said.
“I wish I was young enough to try it! It seems so exciting! You really are very lucky!” An attractive blonde-haired woman in her forties, dressed as Supergirl, said.
The small groups of women kept coming, showering Lara with praise and attention. Their reactions were nothing but positive, and left Lara in no doubt that everyone thought her doing Onlyfans was the right and proper thing to do. Lara began to doubt her judgement. Maybe there really wasn’t anything wrong with a women doing Onlyfans? Maybe she was just being old fashioned, and she needed to change with the times? Peer pressure is a very real phenomenon, and Lara was facing the full brunt of it from all 150 female guests in attendance.
“Would you like us to talk to Lady Sarah, on your behalf?” Mary asked.
Lara had a sudden panic attack at the mention of Lady Sarah’s name. She hated having to ask Lady Sarah for anything, out of fear that it might make her angry or disappointed. Lara reluctantly let her friends lead her over to where Lady Sarah was chatting to a group of fancily dressed middle-aged men. Lady Sarah looked incredibly sexy in her Playboy Bunny costume, and Lara felt butterflies in her stomach, at the thought of asking her for anything. Thankfully, Sam saved her the trouble.
“Lady Sarah, Lara would like to stop working as a maid and start doing Onlyfans full time.” Sam said.
The mention of Onlyfans made Lara feel uneasy, but when she looked around at the supportive faces of her friends, and all the other Charity guests, it stiffened her resolve. I’m doing the right thing, Lara’s told herself!
“Is this true, Lara?” Lady Sarah asked.
“It is, my Lady.” Lara said, slurring her words slightly.
“We need to discuss this in private.” Lady Sarah said, and started walking towards the smoking room that adjoined the formal dining room.
Sam squeezed Lara’s hand supportively and her friends all smiled and nodded their encouragement. Lara followed Lady Sarah into the smoking room and closed the door behind them.
“Is this really what you want?” Lady Sarah asked.
“It is, my Lady.” Lara repeated.
“We’d need to make some alternations to our contract, and you do realise that the other parts of our contract would still be in effect – you’d still be my slave?” Lady Sarah said.
Lara felt a thrill of excitement at hearing Lady Sarah call her a slave. Lara nodded her understanding, and tried to ignore her arousal, as she once again fantasised about Lady Sarah sitting on her face.
“I’ll admit that your Onlyfans has been great advertising for the Tomb Raider game. We’ve sold over 100 million copies, and we haven’t even released the expansion pack yet.” Lady Sarah said. “But I want you to understand what you’re agreeing to. I’d expect you to work on your Onlyfans every day with Sam. You wouldn’t just be loafing around. And Sam would have final say over what you do, the same as Trinh currently controls your maid duties.”
Lara felt another twinge of arousal at the idea of Sam ordering her about. Control yourself, Lara, she told herself! Lara nodded her understanding.
“I’ll arrange for my lawyer to write up a revised contract, and I’ll get your clothes out of storage. We can’t have the public face of the Tomb Raider game franchise dressing like a maid, now can we?” Lady Sarah said smiling.
Lara smiled back. No more maid uniforms! No more humiliating maid work! Lara felt like her heart would burst with joy!
“You’ll also be able to ride Artemis whenever you like. I was going to surprise you with her as a birthday present, but I might as well give her to you now.” Lady Sarah continued.
Lara was overjoyed at Lady Sarah’s gift, and Lady Sarah knew that she had Lara right where she wanted her.
“There’s a catch, though, to prove you’re serious. Sam wants to add another two letters to your ribcage tattoo, to promote the expansion pack. As you’ve probably already guessed, each pair of letters on your ribcage symbolises a magical item in the game. The next expansion pack is named after a magical item called “The Sword of Night.” She was going to do it on one of your livestreams, but if you want to become an Onlyfans model, then I want you to do it live, at today’s publicity event.” Lady Sarah said.
Lara instinctively recoiled at the thought of getting another tattoo, but then she remembered how much her friends liked her tattoos, and how jealous they were of them. Mary even said that she wanted to get one! Besides, Lara thought, she already had 300 letters tattooed on her ribcage (150 pairs of initials), so what difference would 2 more make? Onlyfans would be easy work compared to her backbreaking work as a maid, and it would make her rich! Like so many young women before her, Lara allowed herself to be seduced by the lure of easy money and fame.
“I agree.” Lara said, surprising herself by how little hesitation she had.
“Then it’s settled. Let’s go and make the announcement!” Lady Sarah said.
Lara followed Lady Sarah back out into the formal dinning room, and then basked in the thunderous applause of the 300 Charity guests, as Lady Sarah announced Lara’s career change. Everyone was cheering for her, like she had just won an Olympic medal. Mary and Sybil had to bite their tongues, to stop themselves from bursting out laughing! Everyone in the room was smiling triumphantly and toasting with their Champaigne glasses. Before Lara had time to ponder why everyone seemed so happy for her, Sam whisked Lara away to get ready.
Lara experienced the rest of the day like a whirlwind. Sam led Lara upstairs to her bedroom. She left Lara alone for a few minutes and then returned with an Onlyfans bikini for her to wear – telling Lara a made-up story about how she ordered two because she wasn’t sure of her size. The Onlyfans bikini was identical to the one Sam was wearing: with two cross-shaped black leather nipple pasties and a wet-look black leather thong, all bearing the blue OF symbol. Sam started digging through Lara’s closet and picked out a pair of Lara’s favourite Louboutin high heels – shiny black leather ones with red leather soles and 5-inch heels at the back.
All of Lara’s expensive clothes had been put into storage the day she became Lady Sarah’s maid and sex slave, but her expensive shoes and jewellery were left behind for Lady Sarah to wear, since they shared the same shoe size. Sam also got out an elegant Tiffanys diamond necklace and a matching pair of diamond earrings for her to wear. Wearing her expensive high heels and jewellery made Lara feel like a Lady again, which was quite amusing, considering that she was wearing nothing but a pair of nipple pasties and a thong.
From there, Sam hustled Lara downstairs to a waiting stretch-limousine. Lara noticed that most of the guests’ cars had already left, and the other guests were walking towards their parked cars, about to do the same. Everyone was driving towards the Oxford Convention Centre for Lara’s Onlyfans announcement. Lara’s friends, Mary, Sybil, Naomi and Allison, were waiting for her inside the stretch-limousine, with yet more Champaigne. Lara felt like she was on her way to a bachelorette party, which was no accident – in fact, Lady Sarah was counting on it! The mixture of peer pressure and alcohol has caused many brides-to-be to “run wild”, and behave in ways that would be totally out of character, under normal circumstances.
It was only a short drive from Lara’s Abingdon Estate to the Oxford Exhibition Centre. Mary and Sybil restricted Lara to a single glass of Champaigne for the trip, since she’d already drunk the equivalent of an entire bottle of Champaigne at the Charity cocktail party, and she needed to be able to walk at the other end. Lara was laughing loudly and joking with her friends, oblivious to how she was being manipulated. It felt like she was driving to a party, and all her friends were stroking her ego, telling her how beautiful she was and how jealous they were of her success.
15 minutes later, their stretch-limousine drove into the underground car park at the Oxford Convention Centre. The women finished their drinks and exited the car. Lara saw the other Charity guests also parking their cars and walking towards the entrance. Seeing hundreds of people in fancy dress costumes made the scene seem surreal to Lara, and she wondered if she might be dreaming? If it was a dream, she was having a lot of fun laughing with her friends, so she decided to go with it. Mary and Sybil linked arms with Lara and pulled her towards the entrance, flanked by Naomi and Allison. Lara didn’t notice that Sam stayed inside the limousine, where she quickly changed into an outfit that wouldn’t see her get disowned by her father.
They walked through a foyer area and into the massive main room of the convention centre, which was the size of a large warehouse and at least four-stories-high. Lara saw that the space had been set-up like a fashion show. A wide red carpet ran down the middle of the room like a catwalk. On either side of the long catwalk were rows of seats for the audience, and stanchion posts with red velvet ropes to keep the crowd back. The entire wall behind the runway was covered in huge Tomb Raider and Onlyfans posters, which were arranged in a checkerboard pattern, to advertise the new business alliance. Over the coming months, Tomb Raider and Onlyfans would be offering promotional discounts to any members of one platform that joined the other. Since Lady Sarah owned majority shareholdings in both companies, it was win-win as far as she was concerned.
The room should have looked ridiculous, with all of the outrageously-dressed guests taking their seats, but the lights were dimmed everywhere except the stage, so their fancy dress costumes weren’t very visible. Lara’s friends led her towards the back of the runway, ready for her debut. When everyone was seated, Lady Sarah stepped onto the red carpet, holding a microphone. Lara noticed that Lady Sarah had changed out of her Playboy bunny costume into an elegant black evening gown. Lara thought she looked very beautiful, and thought how good it would feel to dress in her own expensive clothes again.
“Ladies and gentlemen, today marks a momentous day for both the Tomb Raider franchise and for Onlyfans. Lara Croft has been the face of the Tomb Raider franchise since its creation, and she has recently become the most popular Onlyfans model in history. She is also one of the most generous people I have ever met. In the last 6 months alone, she’s donated over 12 million pounds to Charity, and she’s promised to donate 10 percent of her Onlyfans earnings every month as well!” Lady Sarah said.
The crowd applauded, and Lara basked in their adulation. Her chest swelled with pride and she smiled and waved to the audience. When the applause died down, Lady Sarah continued her speech.
“This cross-promotion will greatly benefit both Onlyfans and Tomb Raider. So, without further adieu, please allow me to present the new public face of Onlyfans, and its first official brand ambassador, the beautiful and talented Lara Croft!” Lady Sarah said into her microphone.
Lady Sarah stepped backwards and started clapping, and the audience immediately joined in, clapping loudly and cheering.
“We want to get some good publicity shots, so just walk up and down a couple of times, like you’re doing a runway show.” Lady Sarah said into Lara’s ear.
Lara took a deep breath, thrust out her chest and then strutted down the runway. It was obvious to everyone that she was drunk. In fact, if she’d been driving, any breath test would have indicated that her blood-alcohol-level was more than three times the legal limit. It was only thanks to Lara’s peak physical conditioning, and her natural athleticism and sense of balance, that she didn’t stumble or fall. She walked down the red carpet with the long strides and exaggerated hip-swings of a runway model. The exaggerated walk caused her perky breasts to bounce delightfully up and down against her chest.
As she approached the end of the runway, a dozen paparazzi photographers started flashing countless photos of her. The best of those photos would grace Page 3 of tomorrow’s newspapers and the covers of every glossy gossip-magazine in the country. Lara paused at the end of the runway to pose for the photographers, like she was doing a fashion show. She placed one hand on her hip and angled her body this way and that, while the paparazzi took a constant stream of photos. Under the bright lights flooding the runway, not a single part of her nearly-naked body was hidden. The audience was treated to the sight of Lara’s long toned legs, her sensual hourglass hips and the subtle ab lines that ran upwards past her tiny waist; but what got the most attention was her large breasts, which were completely bare except for the small black OF pasties covering her nipples.
After about 20 seconds of posing, Lara turned around, giving the cameras a perfect view of her thong-clad ass. Lara’s perfectly-toned ass was delightfully round, and it completely gobbled-up the thin black string at the back of her thong. Lara again posed this way and that, while the paparazzi jostled with each other to get the best photos to sell. As Lara strutted back down the runway, the excited audience got another chance to observe her delightfully bouncing breasts and ass. It wasn’t surprising that Lara didn’t feel embarrassed walking up and down the runway dressed in nothing but high heels, pasties and a thong. She had spent the last few hours parading around naked in front of this same crowd of people, so from her perspective, she was now more dressed than she was before.
Lara did a theatrical turn at the back of the runway, and then walked back again, to more thunderous applause from the audience. Thanks to the bright lights flooding the runway, and the bright flashes of the paparazzi’s’ cameras, Lara couldn’t see anything except the red carpet in front of her, and the red velvet ropes at the edge of the runway. As a result, she didn’t see Sam at the end of the runway, now wearing a jumper and leggings, filming her with a large 4K video camera, which was streaming this event directly to Lara’s Onlyfans. In Lara’s inebriated mind, her Louboutin high heels and expensive Tiffany’s diamond jewellery made her look like an elegant runway fashion model. But to the audience watching her, Lara looked like a cheap tattooed stripper, wearing knock-off high heels and fake diamond jewellery. The only thing missing were some dollar-bills or pound-notes sticking out of the waistband of her thong.
Lara posed for more photographs at the end of the runway, and then walked back again. Then Lady Sarah walked back onto the red carpet.
“And now it’s time for what we’ve all been waiting for. As you all know, Tomb Raider recently passed 100 million sales, making it one of the most successful games in history!” Lady Sarah said.
The crowd erupted in more applause, which made Lara feel extremely proud of her success.
“To celebrate the release of the new Sword of Night expansion pack, Lara has agreed to get tattooed with the same new initials as her in-game character!” Lady Sarah said.
There was more applause, as hidden projectors mounted in the roof illuminated the walls on either side of the runway. A moment later, Sam appeared on the red carpet, holding her video camera. Lara noticed that Sam was now dressed in regular clothes, and wondered when she’d found time to change? Lara didn’t have time to ponder it further, because at that moment, four Convention Centre workers entered, carrying a black leather tattooist’s chair, which they placed at the back of the red carpet. Behind them was a bald muscular man wearing a black leather vest, whose arms were covered in tattoos.
Sam pointed her camera at Lara and started filming, and the video appeared on the huge projection screens on either side of the cavernous room. Sam held her breath expectantly, as Lara sat down in the chair and rolled onto her side. The tattoo artist wiped down a small area on Lara’s lower left rib, and then placed a stencil on that spot. When he was satisfied with the tattoo’s placement, the tattoo artist got to work. Thanks to how drunk she was, Lara hardly felt the tattoo-gun’s needle piercing her skin. In less than 30-minutes, the tattoo artist had added another pair of stylised black letters onto the bottom line of Lara’s rib tattoo.
Lara looked down at the “SN” tattooed on her lower ribcage, to symbolise the Sword of Night and smiled with relief. That wasn’t so bad, she thought! She stood up, to more thunderous applause and laughter. Everyone was so happy that Lara smiled and started waving to the audience, which seemed to delight them even more, and their laughter and applause got even louder. All the while, Sam continued to film her, while hiding her face behind her camera’s viewfinder. Sam Nishimura’s eyes were uncharacteristically wide and her face was flushed with excitement. She could feel herself sweating profusely and her panties were drenched with arousal. Yet she couldn’t stop herself from grinning, at the sight of her initials “SN” tattooed on Lara’s lower left ribcage, like a brand of ownership!
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