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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 50012 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A deeply indebted Lady Lara Croft is forced to make a deal with her former friend and schoolmate, the billionaire heiress Sarah Green. In return for a bailout, Lara agrees to sign over her noble title to Sarah and become her maid and sex slave for one year. As far as the public is aware, Lara is becoming a maid as a media stunt, to help raise money for charity. They know nothing of the money that Lara is receiving behind the scenes from Sarah, or that Lara has literally sold herself into sexual slavery as part of the deal.
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What have I done, Lara thought? The question had been echoing through her mind continuously for the past 3 days. The news travelled swiftly, and there were lengthy articles about her charity pledge in several prominent newspapers. They were calling it a real life Lady to Maid story. Some of the sleazier tabloids were already salivating at the prospect of Lara serving as a maid to a known lesbian, and they were already speculating about how “full service” her duties would be. Lara was ashamed at how close to the mark they actually were.
Her PR manager was delighted by all of the publicity and said that it would be great for her career. He could already smell book and movie deals, and had even hinted at the possibility of a reality TV show as a follow-up. Despite all of the positive publicity, Lara still felt numb with shock. Not only had she now publicly agreed to serve as Sarah Green’s maid for a year, but she had also been manoeuvred into signing over her Title of Countess to Sarah for that period as well. The worst part was that everyone else except her seemed to think that it was a marvellous idea.
Mr Greyson from the charity had already contacted her to tell her that donations from the public were up 30% in just one day since the announcement. Her stunt had also generated an incredible amount of interest from the Charity’s rich benefactors, with dozens of enquiries about whether Lara would be serving as a maid at future fund-raising dinners. Lara felt her stomach turn at the thought of serving people who used to be her equals, at parties that she used to attend as an honoured guest. Mr Greyson didn’t seem to notice the reluctance in her voice and boasted that they would be able to charge double or even triple their usual amount per head.
Lara looked up and saw Zip, Allister and Winston entering the kitchen. They had obviously heard the news.
“Is it true? Are you really going through with this?” Zip asked.
“It’s for charity.” Lara lied. “I gave my word.”
“But isn’t this a little bit drastic, My Lady?” Winston asked. “The newspaper said that Miss Green would be moving into Croft Manor for the year, and that you would be signing over you Title to her, making her the legal Countess of Abingdon, and you a mere commoner!”
“We’ll raise more money this way.” Lara said – another lie.
“Well, I think you’re being very brave, Lara.” Allister said. “And I want to apologise. I always believed you thought that your aristocratic Title made you think that you were better than everyone else; but if you’re prepared to set it all aside for a year for charity, then you have my full support.”
“So, when does this all go down?” Zip asked.
“Sarah’s coming over this morning with a lawyer and a photographer to sign the paperwork.” Lara answered.
“So… what happens to us?” Allister said.
“Sarah wants you all to stay on for some reason. She’s even offered to pay your salaries out of her own pocket.” Lara answered.
Lara was confused by that. It made sense for Sarah to keep Winston and Tori around, since they helped to keep Croft Manor running smoothly; but what possible use could she have for an IT specialist or a research assistant? Lara felt like she was missing something – a clue that was sitting right in front of her, but was just out of her reach.
Sarah arrived with her lawyer just after lunch time. Lara’s lawyers had already looked over the documents, to make sure that everything was above board. Sarah arrived wearing a stylish black cocktail dress. Her hair and makeup were flawless and she looked every part a wealthy English aristocrat. As soon as Lara got a closer look at Sarah’s dress, she realised why. The bitch was wearing a black version of the Saint Laurent cocktail dress that Lara had worn to the Charity dinner just three days earlier. To rub it in, Sarah was even wearing similar pearl jewellery.
For her part, Lara was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. She didn’t see the point of getting all dressed up, just to change into some shabby maid’s costume after the contracts were signed. They sat down in the main hall, alongside Winston, Sarah’s Lawyer and an independent journalist from the Associated Press, who was there to cover the story. Sarah’s lawyer, a serious-looking middle-aged man in a boring grey suit, talked her through the contract.
“To summarise: You, Lady Croft, agree to sign over your Title of Countess of Abingdon to Miss Green for a period of one year, and agree to work as Miss Green’s indentured maid-servant. You also agree to obey all lawful commands of Miss Green during that period. As previously discussed, upon the signing of this contract, Miss Green will become the new Countess of Abingdon for the term of the contract. As such, you will temporarily grant Miss Green the full use of your property and possessions, although she will be prohibited from selling of disposing of any property without your written permission, and will accept full liability for any damage or loss caused to your property while it is under her control. In return, Miss Green agrees to donate a sum of 10 million pounds to the Charity, and to return your property and Title to you at the end of the contract period.” The lawyer explained.
Despite already knowing what was in the contract, hearing the words said out aloud brought Lara a fresh wave of panic.
“If you agree, then sign here.” The lawyer instructed.
Lara picked up the pen and hesitated for a moment, before signing. Sarah co-signed on the page next to her and Lara looked up in time to see the journalist snapping several high resolution pictures with his camera. Their signatures were witnessed by Winston and Sarah’s lawyer, which made the document legally binding, as far as the wider world knew. What only Lara, Sarah and her lawyer knew was that this signing ceremony was all a sham. Just a spectacle they had arranged to keep the public entertained.
The real contract had been signed a day earlier, in the lawyer’s London office, and it contained additional clauses that Lara definitely didn’t want published in any newspaper. For a start, in the real contract Lara was being paid 20 million pounds for her year of service – twice the amount that the Charity would be receiving for her work. Lara doubted that her wealthy socialite friends or the gossip newspapers would be quite a complimentary about her, if they learned how selfish her true motives for becoming Sarah’s maid were.
Lara didn’t transmit the entire contract to her lawyer – she couldn’t trust him not to discuss it with his colleagues, and scandalous rumours involving sex and celebrities always had a way of getting out. He did assure her that the parts she had submitted to him were straightforward and airtight. Lara would be paid 10 million pounds upon signing the contract, and another 10 million pounds upon its successful conclusion. Additionally, Sarah was contractually obligated to return Lara’s Title and property at the conclusion of the contract.
The other parts of the contract – well, that’s where things got complicated. Lara was not at all happy about the language, but Sarah’s lawyer insisted that it was necessary to ensure that the contract was legally binding. Prostitution was still largely illegal in the United Kingdom, although it had been decriminalized by successive governments, so to make the contract legal, it defined Lara as an adult entertainer. Essentially, Lara was signing-on to be Sarah’s personal pornstar for the next year.
Lara practically had a panic attack at the thought of her sexual activities being filmed. The celebrity world was rife with embarrassing sex tapes, and being involved in such a scandal would be a massive hit to her prestige, even if her fame grew larger as a result. Again Sarah and the lawyer gave her assurances to alleviate her concerns. Any videos filmed would only be for Sarah’s private consumption. The lawyer would also put a non-disclosure clause in the contract that barred her from releasing any videos or photos without Lara’s consent.
Lara argued that the contract would do her little good if a video were to leak out “accidentally.” Sarah suggested a hefty penalty clause in the contract. Should any video of Lara’s activities become public, regardless of the source, then Sarah would agree to pay her an additional penalty in the amount of 100 million pounds. Lara was both shocked and jealous at how casually Sarah could throw around such extravagant sums of money. For 100 million pounds, she was almost tempted to tell Sarah that she could release a sex tape… almost.
The other part of the contract that Lara found problematic was the non-disclosure agreement. The contract stated that Sarah was forbidden to make their contract public, but that she could tell specific individuals who had also signed non-disclosure agreements. Lara was loathed to have other people find out about her scandalous arrangement with Sarah. It was bad enough that her lawyer knew the details; but Sarah was insistent and offered to pay the same $100 million pound penalty, should the contract become public knowledge because of anyone else. Lara’s mind wasn’t entirely set at ease, but despite her reservations, she signed the contract.
Lara thought that would be the end of the process, but the lawyer brought out one final form for her to sign – the one that transferred Lara’s noble title to Sarah.
“Couldn’t we just tell the newspapers that you were the Countess? Nobody would know it wasn’t true! I’d still call you My Lady and everyone else would treat you as if you were the Countess of Abingdon.” Lara pleaded.
But Sarah was adamant. For the contract to go through, it had to be real. Lara had to formally renounce her noble Title and gift it to Sarah. Losing her title felt like losing a loved relative, and Lara’s eyes misted with tears as she signed the paper. Once it was done, the lawyer took the document and hand-delivered it to the English Titles Office, so that the transfer of Lara’s Title could be officially recorded. By this time tomorrow, Lara would no longer be the Countess of Abingdon. She would be just another commoner.
Lara’s mind was snapped back to the present, when the lawyer said the words that she had been dreading.
“It’s done. Lady Sarah Green is now officially the 12^th Countess of Abingdon.” The lawyer said, as he placed the freshly signed contract inside his briefcase.
“Don’t worry, Lara. I’ll take extra good care of the place for you.” Sarah said, slapping her playfully on the back.
Winston started forward, as if he wanted to object to the familiarity that Sarah was showing to Lara, but then he remembered what had just happened.
“Lady Sarah, would you like me to make arrangements to move your belongings into one of the guest bedrooms?” Winston asked.
“Actually, Winston, I was thinking that you could move all of Lara’s old clothes out of the master bedroom, to make room for mine.” Sarah said. “But leave the shoes – Lara and I are the same size and she has some really nice heels that I can’t wait to try on. Also leave the jewellery as well.”
Lara’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief, but Winston seemed to be doing a better job of mentally adjusting to the new reality at Croft Manor than she was.
“Very good, My Lady.” Winston answered professionally.
“But first, could you show my lawyer out and then fetch some refreshments for the journalist?” Sarah asked.
“Of course, My Lady.” Winston answered.
“And now that’s taken care of, it’s time for you to go upstairs and change for the photoshoot.” Sarah said.
“Photoshoot?” Lara asked, confused.
Sarah led Lara upstairs to what used to be her master bedroom – until Sarah had claimed it as her own. Laid out across Lara’s massive King-Double bed were two maid’s uniforms.
“I thought I’d let you decide your look for the next year.” Sarah said cheerfully.
The uniforms couldn’t have been more different. The first was a shapeless grey-linen sack dress with a white apron. The dress had a high collar and long sleeves, and looked like it went down well past the knees. Piled next to it were a pair of long black tights and an ugly pair of flat black shoes.
“Try it on!” Sarah said enthusiastically.
Lara did so, and it was just as bad as she had feared. In the ugly grey maid’s dress, she was transformed from a young and sexy aristocrat into a plain, frumpy-looking maid. The overly conservative dress was cheaply made and hung down from her shoulders like an oversized sack, hiding all of Lara’s gorgeous curves beneath. It covered all of her skin as well, with only her hands and face visible poking out from the dour grey dress and the long black stockings. Lara had seen sexier looking nun’s habits, and she found the thought of being forced to wear it for an entire year unbearable.
“If you don’t like this one, you could always wear the other one!” Sarah said, watching her intently.
Lara removed the ugly grey maid’s outfit and turned her attention to the second outfit. If the first dress was shapeless and overly conservative, then the second was the exact opposite of that. It looked like a slutty Halloween cosplay costume, and Lara doubted that any maid in history had ever worn anything that even remotely resembled it. Despite her misgivings, as soon as the dress touched her skin, Lara could tell that it was made from incredibly soft and high quality fabric.
Reluctantly, Lara began to dress. First, Sarah insisted that she put on the underwear that went with the dress: a low-cut black bra and a matching pair of black G-string panties. Once those were in place, Lara slid the dress down over her head. Lara immediately noticed that the dress seemed to hug every curve of her body, as if it had been specifically made for her, which of course it had been. After zipping up the back of the dress, Lara’s first impression of the dress being modelled upon a cosplay French maid was confirmed.
The dress was made from silky black material, with white frilly lace around the openings for the neck, sleeves and bottom hem, which barely covered the tops of Lara’s thighs. The dress started a couple of inches above the middle of part Lara’s athletic thighs, and puffed outwards in a bell-shape around her hips and ass. It synched in tightly around her tiny waist, before swelling outwards again to accommodate her impressive chest. The dress had a very low-cut and wide neckline that showed off Lara’s entire upper chest, and thanks to her low-cut bra, anyone standing directly in front of her would have an unobstructed view down into the deep V-shaped valley of her cleavage. The back of the dress was thankfully higher, but thanks to the ultra-wide neckline, it still showed off a great deal of her naked shoulders in, and the short puffy sleeves ended just below her armpits.
“You’re not finished.” Sarah said, holding out a pair of long white stockings and a pair of black shoes.
The stockings were made to resemble the knee-high white socks that a schoolgirl might wear, except that these were decidedly sluttier thigh-high versions, which looked like something that a stripper might wear. The white stockings ended just below mid-thigh and were held in place by a thick band of elastic sewn into the top. If anything, they made her athletic legs appear even longer, and left a couple of inches of naked flesh visible between them and the short black French maid’s dress above.
Lara was even less thrilled with the shoes. They were made from shiny black leather that wrapped around the sides of her feet, but were otherwise open-topped, except for the enclosed round toe at the front and a strap buckled across her ankle. When combined with the white socks she was wearing, they reminded Lara of the school shoes she had been forced to wear at boarding school. The worst part was that they were almost flat, with barely an inch of rise at the heel. Part of the reason Lara loved wearing very high heels, aside from the fact that they made her legs look terrific, was that they made her the centre of attention wherever she went; they made her feel classy and sophisticated. But in these shoes, Lara felt insignificant and diminished.
Lara looked across at Sarah and grimaced involuntarily. Dressed in her expensive Saint Laurent dress and pearl jewellery, she looked every part the sophisticated English Countess; and thanks to her stylish high heels, she now stood a couple of inches taller than Lara, despite her only being 5’7” tall, while Lara was 5’9”.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Sarah said, walking back towards the bed.
Lara rolled her eyes when she saw the final part of her ‘uniform’: a frilly white apron and a tacky French maid’s headpiece. The headpiece was little more than a white headband with ruffled white lace sticking out from the top. Lara placed the headpiece on her head, while Sarah joyously looped the top of the apron around her neck and tied it closed behind her back, making a pretty bow at the small of Lara’s back.
Sarah walked over to the intercom. “Winston, could you come in here please?” Sarah said.
“Coming, My Lady.” Winston replied through the intercom.
When he finally arrived, Sarah turned towards Lara.
“So? Which uniform do you want to wear?” Sarah asked.
Lara felt a little self-conscious with Winston standing there, watching her, but she tried to stay confident. She walked over to the mirror, watching as the bottom of her French maid’s dress bounced up and down with every step she took, exposing even more of her naked thighs. When she did a twirl in front of the mirror, it caused the entire hem of the dress to levitate upwards like a saucer, revealing the lower half of her black G-string panties. Despite her misgivings, she couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of Zip and Allister lusting after her in this outfit. Lara turned away from the mirror looked back over her shoulder while bending forward at the waist, as if she was picking something up. The entire back of her puffy black skirt rode upwards, revealing most of her heart-shaped ass. Oh yes, Lara thought, imagining the blue-balling to come!
“This one.” Lara said.
Sarah nodded and turned to Winston.
“You heard her. Could you please bring the box of French Maid uniforms up here and have the other uniforms disposed of?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, My Lady.” Winston said, although the look of shock and disapproval on his face made it clear that he thought it was anything but alright.
“I want them placed in the back of the wardrobe, after you’ve finished clearing out Lara’s clothes.” Sarah said.
Winston nodded, although he wasn’t really listening. Earlier that day, Winston had been instructed to unpack both uniforms and lay them out on the bed. Sarah had told him that it would be up to Lara to decide which maid’s uniform she would wear for next year. Not knowing anything about Lara’s blue-balling antics with the other staff, Winston had been certain that his Lady would choose the conservative uniform. Winston was a traditional butler, and so regarded his aristocratic employer with almost reverential admiration. To see Lara voluntarily choose to flaunt herself like a common harlot was shocking and quite frankly appalling. For the first time in his long life of service, Winston began to have doubts about the moral character and judgement of his Lady.
Winston was enough of a professional to keep these thoughts to himself, though, and he dutifully gathered up the discarded maid’s uniform and carried it from the room. Lady Sarah had a long list of tasks that she wanted him to complete before the end of the day, so he didn’t have time to dawdle. He needed to clear out Lara’s wardrobe to make room for all of Lady Sarah’s clothes. These were in boxes that were currently being unloaded by moving men downstairs. He’d asked Tori to help carry the boxes upstairs, so that they could be unpacked as soon as the wardrobe was cleared.
Back in the main hall, Lara and Sarah returned to where the Journalist was waiting. He stood up as they entered, and his eyes lit up when he saw what Lara was wearing. He could already see the dollar signs, as he was certain that his story would be bought by dozens of newspapers and websites around the world.
“I’d like to start with an interview with both of you, and then we can move on to some photographs.” The journalist said.
The interview started off well enough from Lara’s perspective. The journalist asked her why she had agreed to do this and how she thought she would cope, etc. Lara loved being the centre of attention, and so beamed with pride, talking about how selfless she was and how much she loved to support the Charity. Her mood worsened considerably when it became clear that the journalist had far more interest in the ‘new’ Countess and her story. Indeed, it seemed to Lara as if Sarah’s interview went for almost twice as long as hers, despite the fact that Lara was far more famous. Then it was time to pose for some photographs.
The first few photos were just of her and Sarah standing next to each other, but then Sarah suggested that the journalist taking some photos of the two of them in character. Lara wasn’t so sure, but the journalist seemed to love the idea. Soon he was snapping multiple pictures of an imperious-looking Lady Sarah pointing and giving orders, while Lara the maid pretended to clean or wait upon her. Sarah even called Tori and got her to fetch some props. Before she knew it, Lara was bent over dusting furniture, or down on all fours wiping the floor with a cloth, or kneeling at attention beside her Lady, with a silver tray of refreshments in her hand.
Tori didn’t even try to hide the amused grin on her face, and Lara even saw her former maid snap a few pictures on her phone. Lara gritted her teeth and resolved to think-up and excuse to fire Tori, as soon as this horrid year was over. The interviews and photos took about an hour, and then Sarah bid farewell to the journalist and turned her attention back to Lara.
“Lara, I’d like you and Tori to go upstairs and help Winston clean out your wardrobe. Do you understand?” Sarah asked.
“Yes.” Lara answered.
“Yes what?” Sarah asked, while Tori snickered in the background.
Lara felt her face redden as she realised what Sarah expected of her.
“Yes, My Lady.” Lara answered, feeling deeply embarrassed to have to call Sarah by her former Title.
Lara went upstairs and found Winston in the process of cleaning out her extensive wardrobe.
“Ah, Tori and… Lara.” Winston said, looking very uncomfortable with addressing Lara so informally.
She saw him staring at her French maid’s uniform and blushed slightly. Suddenly, she felt very self-conscious and wondered if Winston’s discomfort was because of her newly lowered social status or her slutty new wardrobe?
“You can start by moving all of these dresses into the spare bedroom down the hall.” Winston said.
Being forced to help clean out her own wardrobe was surprisingly hard for Lara. It felt as if she was putting her old life into storage along with her possessions. Lara grabbed an armful of expensive designer dresses and followed the similarly encumbered Tori down the corridor to one of the spare bedrooms. As she hung the dresses up in the wardrobe, she was hit by a wave of regret, as she realised that she would not be in a position to wear any of expensive designer clothes again for at least a year. With a sigh, she followed Tori out of the room and returned to her former wardrobe to pick up another armful of clothes.
Lara was in a foul mood and didn’t say a word to Tori, who walked smugly in front of her. After three trips, the wardrobe in the spare bedroom was full and they started moving clothes into the next spare bedroom along the corridor.
“How can one person own so many clothes?” Tori asked judgementally, as they filled the second bedroom’s wardrobe to capacity.
Lara ignored her comment and walked back to the master bedroom. Tori realised that she must have hit a nerve and rushed after Lara, not wanting to pass up the opportunity to put her former boss back in her place. When they arrived, Winston was starting to unpack Sarah’s belongings and load them into the now mostly empty walk-in wardrobe. He looked up as they entered.
“It must be very humbling for you. You always used to act as if you were better than everyone else, but without your noble title and your fancy clothes, you’re just like the rest of us.” Tori continued.
That hit a nerve and Lara spun around angrily.
“I was better than you before, Tori, and I’m still better than you now! Never forget that my change of status is only temporary, whereas you’ll always be a failure!” Lara hissed.
Winston saw Tori about to shout a reply and stepped between the two women, in an attempt to calm the situation.
“Tori, I need your help unpacking Lady Sarah’s clothes. And Lara… why don’t you go downstairs and start dusting the shelves in the library? They could use a good clean.” Winston said.
Neither woman looked happy at his intervention, but they obeyed him nonetheless. Lara collected a feather duster and cleaning cloth from the hall cupboard and made her way downstairs to the library. Her mood brightened considerably when she saw that Allister was hard at work inside, poring over his books. This was going to be fun, she thought, as she sauntered inside.
“Don’t mind me.” Lara said, as she walked past him. “I’m just going to do some dusting.”
Allister looked up and his face reddened, as he took in Lara’s sexy French maid’s uniform. Lara walked sensuously towards the shelves closest to where he was working and bent down to dust the lowest row of books. Allister’s eyes widened in delight, as he watched the back of her puffy dress rise upwards as she bent over, giving him a great view up the back of her skirt. As he stared at the firm round globes of Lara ass, which were only covered by a thin strip of material from her tiny G-string panties, he crossed his legs in an attempt to hide his growing erection.
Lara finished dusting along the lower shelves and then strutted towards Allister’s desk. Allister swallowed involuntarily, as she halted less than a foot away from where he was sitting. He couldn’t help but look right down the front of her dress at her magnificent breasts.
“Are you done with these?” Lara asked, as she pointed towards a pile of closed books stacked on the floor next to the desk.
Allister couldn’t make his mouth form words and so he simply nodded. Lara squatted down in front of him, causing her skirt to bunch up and expose an indecent amount of her naked thighs above her thigh-high white stockings. But Allister’s attention was stolen away by his unobstructed view down the front of Lara’s low-cut dress. Allister felt like he was being hypnotised: no matter how he tried to look away, his gaze was drawn inexorably down into the deep valley between Lara’s large breasts. Lara smiled up at him innocently, and then carried the first pile of books back to the shelves that they had come from.
After clearing the stacked books, Lara resumed her dusting duties. Allister had given up all pretence of working and was just sitting at his desk and staring at her with undisguised lust. Lara supressed a smile at this male validation, which was already helping her to forget about her fight with Tori. Out of the corner of her eye, she observed Allister texting on his phone. Less than a minute later, a breathless Zip burst into the room. Again, Lara pretended not to notice, but now she climbed up onto a sliding ladder and started dusting the upper shelves.
Lara knew that Zip was an ass-man, so she deliberately arched her back, making her gorgeous bubble-butt appear even rounder and fuller. Her cheeks reddened, as she felt Zip and Allister staring right up her frilly French maid’s dress at her ass. The sound of their heavy breathing and whispered comments told her that they were enjoying the show. Lara turned around and pretended to notice Zip for the first time.
“Zip, would you mind pushing me to the right, so I can dust the next bit?” Lara asked sweetly.
Zip licked his lips and swallowed heavily. As he gripped the sliding metal ladder, not only did he have an unobstructed view up Lara’s dress, but her gorgeous G-string clad ass was only inches away from his face. He breathed in Lara’s scent and was about to give the ladder a push when Tori’s angry voice made him stop dead in his tracks.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Tori shouted angrily, clearly pissed off that Lara was putting on a show for Zip and her brother.
“I’m just dusting, like Winston told me to.” Lara said innocently.
“Winston is the Head Butler at Croft Manor, and as a maid, you should refer to him as Mister Smith!” Tori replied in a condescending tone, parroting back the very words that Lara had said to her just a few days earlier.
“Oh, sod off, Tori!” Lara replied angrily.
She was damned if she was going to let a little nobody like Tori Fletcher order her around. Even if she was no longer a Countess, this was still her house!
“Even as a lowly maid, you’re still a stuck-up bitch, who thinks she’s better than everyone else!” Tori shouted back.
“That’s because I am better than everyone else!” Lara retorted conceitedly.
Allister stood up and moved to separate the two shouting women.
“Please, ladies, let’s not do something you’ll regret.” Allister pleaded.
“I never regret anything I do.” Lara replied imperiously.
Then she spun around on the ladder and placed her hands against Zip’s broad shoulders for support. As she climbed down from the ladder, she pretended to fall forward onto him, so that her large breasts were mashed against Zip’s face. Zip took a step backwards and instinctively wrapped his arms around Lara’s back to catch her as she fell. As she fell, Lara wrapped her arms around Zip’s neck and pushed his face deeper into her cleavage. From over his shoulder, she grinned and stuck out her tongue at Tori.
“You little bitch!” Tori screamed and launched herself forward, but Allister held her back.
“Whoops! How clumsy of me!” Lara exclaimed theatrically.
Zip gave her a stupid grin and mumbled for her not to worry about it, which seemed to make Tori even angrier. On some level, Lara knew that it probably wasn’t wise to deliberately antagonise Tori, but another part of her didn’t see the harm. There wasn’t really much that Tori could do to get even with her, as long as Lara had Winston wrapped around her little finger. Besides, her deal was with Sarah, not Tori, and it felt good to put Allister’s bitchy little sister back in her place. Tori stormed out of the Library, and Lara resumed her cleaning duties. Her enjoyment of the way Zip’s and Allister’s eyes followed her like laser beams around the rooms was made even sweeter by the knowledge that Tori hated her for it.
At 6pm, Winston finally came down and told Lara that her work was finished for the day. Lara felt relieved – she had survived her first day working as a maid. This wasn’t so bad, she thought. After all she had been through on her tomb raiding adventures, surely she could put up with a year of menial maid duties. Lara and the other staff attended the kitchen for dinner. Lara was surprised to see Sarah there. Lara always ate her meals separately from her staff, as was only fitting for an aristocrat of her rank. The fact that Sarah deigned to eat with her subordinates only proved to Lara how unfit she was to be a Countess, no matter what a silly piece of paper might say.
“Before we eat, I think we need to have a talk about Lara’s new role at the Manor and my expectations regarding her treatment.” Sarah said.
Lara breathed in excitedly, certain that Tori was about to be told off for insulting her earlier.
“Tori, could you please stand?” Sarah said.
Here it comes, Lara thought! She was practically giddy with excitement.
“Tori, effective immediately, I am promoting you from maid to housekeeper. You’ll still be expected to help out with the cleaning around the Manor, but you’ll be making a lot more money and I’m going to provide you with a new car to run errands and do the shopping for the Manor, so that Winston doesn’t have to. You’ll also be responsible for supervising the female servants beneath you.” Sarah said.
It took everyone a moment to realise that with her promotion, the only female servant left at Croft Manor was Lara. You could have heard a pin drop in the kitchen. Winston was speechless. Zip and Allister were staring at Lara, wondering how she would react, while Tori was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Lara didn’t take the news well.
“You’ve got to be joking? You’re putting Tori in charge?” Lara exclaimed in disbelief.
“Lara! Watch your tone when you address Lady Sarah!” Winston shouted angrily.
Lara was stunned into silence. Winston had never raised his voice to her before, and Lara was temporarily cowed. Sarah held up a hand.
“It’s alright, Winston. It’s my own fault for not setting proper boundaries sooner.” Sarah said.
Lara hated how gracious Sarah sounded. It was so condescending!
“I’ve been doing some research on Victorian servant etiquette, and I’ve decided that as the lowest ranked servant at the Manor House, Lara should address every member of the household as either Sir or Ma’am; or Mister and Miss if she’s speaking about them with someone else. I don’t want things to get too stuffy, so I don’t expect her to be using everyone’s surnames or anything. You’ve all known each other for too long for that to not feel awkward.” Sarah explained.
Lara’s mouth gaped open in exasperation. As if having to call her former employees Sir or Ma’am wasn’t awkward, she thought!
“So it’ll be Mister Winston and Miss Tori from now on. Understood, Lara?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, My Lady.” Lara grumbled.
“Also, I’ve been watching a lot of Downton Abbey lately, and I’ve decided that I want Lara to curtsey to each member of the household the first time she sees them each day. I also want her curtsey for any guests that I invite over.” Sarah said.
Lara was appalled! She was just supposed to be playing a sexy maid – to fulfil whatever twisted lesbian maid fetish Sarah had. She didn’t want to work as an actual maid! Lara would almost have preferred that Sarah turned her into a tawdry pornstar, rather than subject her to this indignity.
“Why don’t you try it out, Lara? I want you to stand up and formally greet each person in the room.” Sarah said.
Lara was blushing bright red with humiliation. She looked across at Winston, hoping to find some support, but his eyes were strangely cold and devoid of emotion. Zip and Allister now had grins on their faces to match Tori’s. They clearly found the idea of the great Lara Croft calling them Sir and curtseying to them totally hilarious.
“Good afternoon, Milady.” Lara said, curtseying in front of Sarah.
Sarah nodded her head like a princess dismissing a servant, and Lara hated her for it.
“Good afternoon, Sir.” Lara said, repeating her curtsey in the direction of Winston.
Her loyal butler merely nodded to her in reply. Lara moved on to Zip and Allister. Lara curtseyed to each of them in turn. She hated how much they were obviously enjoying her bowing down to them and calling them Sir! Then she came to Tori. With the taste of bile on her tongue, Lara curtseyed to her bitchy former maid and called her Ma’am. Tori was smiling victoriously and openly relishing Lara’s downfall.
“Now that’s sorted, we can eat. Lara, you’ll find two trays of food in the oven, prepared by my personal chef. Please take them out and serve us our dinner.” Sarah instructed.
With her face still burning with shame at demeaning treatment, Lara walked over to the oven. Sarah’s chef was obviously very talented, because even this reheated food looked like it belonged in a Micheline Star restaurant – not that Lara was paying much attention to the food, as she plated the portions and carried them over to the table. Zip and Allister at least said thankyou as she placed down their plates. Winston and Tori simply nodded to her, as they were busy discussing how the Manor would run, now that Lady Sarah was in charge. Sarah didn’t even acknowledge Lara’s existence, and carried on her conversation as if Lara wasn’t even there. Lara was reminded of how she had once treated the lowly servers at the fancy parties that she used to attend, when she would take a drink from the silver trays they held without even bothering to make eye contact.
Once everyone else had been served their meals, Lara placed a portion onto her own plate and carried it towards the table. She sat down at the end of the long table, away from everyone else, and glumly ate her meal. When everyone was finished, Lara was irritated to find out that it was also her responsibility to clear up the dishes and place them in the dishwasher. After that was done, Sarah summoned Lara upstairs to her bedroom. Sarah was dressed in a set of set of expensive white lingerie – the sort that Lara liked to wear when seducing her high-status lovers.
“Lock the door and get undressed.” Sarah instructed her.
Here we go, Lara thought, blushing as she did as instructed. After locking the door, Lara turned around and undid her frilly white apron. Then she unzipped the back of her short black dress and pulled it up over her head, along with her headpiece. Lara started to roll down her white stockings, but Sarah stopped her.
“On second thought, leave the stockings on. Take off everything else.” Sarah said.
Lara blushed and continued, removing her underwear and shoes, until she was standing completely naked except for her white thigh-high stockings. Sarah called her forward with a beckoning finger. Lara walked awkwardly over towards the bed. Her usual poise and grace abandoned her, as she was overwhelmed with doubt at the enormity of what she was about to do. Lara realised that this was the point of no return. Up until now, she had merely been playing the role of maidservant. It had been embarrassing and demeaning, but nothing she couldn’t handle.
If she took this final step and became Sarah’s sex slave, then there would be no going back. She’d basically be admitting, to both Sarah and herself, that she was little better than a common prostitute. Even if no-one else ever found out about her dirty little secret, Lara worried about the long-term impact on her mental health. Could she really sell herself to Sarah and still remain the same person afterwards? Sarah seemed to sense her hesitancy and told her to sit down on the edge of the bed.
“I know you’re nervous, Lara. So how about, just this once, I take care of you first?” Sarah told her.
Lara suddenly felt Sarah’s hands massaging her neck and shoulders. The anticipation of this evening had left her feeling incredibly tense, and Sarah’s massaging hands drew an involuntary sigh from her lips. As her hands slowly kneaded loose Lara’s tight muscles, Sarah leaned forward and kissed her naked shoulder. Lara got a whiff of Sarah’s perfume and realised, with some annoyance, that Sarah had helped herself to one of her expensive designer perfumes. The bitch was probably wearing it just to rub her newfound superiority in Lara’s face, she thought bitterly.
“You’re so tense, Lara. I’ve got just the thing to help you relax.” Sarah said.
The blonde reached behind her and held up a small blue egg. The egg appeared to be made of a smooth rubbery material and was about 2 inches long and 1.5 inches wide.
“Put this inside your mouth and hold it there.” Sarah told her.
Lara grimaced, but reluctantly opened her mouth and pushed the egg inside. It didn’t really have a taste, for which she was grateful, but she still felt mildly ridiculous sitting naked on the bed with a plastic egg in her mouth. After about a minute, Sarah said, “Now take the egg out and slide it between your other lips.”
“My other lips?” Lara asked confused.
Sarah cocked her eyebrow and grinned, before sliding her hand down Lara’s stomach and in-between her legs, indicating exactly what she meant.
“Trust me. You’re really going to like this!” Sarah said cryptically.
Lara sighed with indignity, and then pressed the egg against her pussy lips. She was surprised by how easily it slid inside of her, thanks to a combination of her saliva drenching the egg and the growing wetness between her legs. Lara would never have admitted it to anyone, but being ordered around like this was actually turning her on. Once the egg was lodged deep inside her pussy, Sarah picked up her phone and started fiddling with an app that Lara didn’t recognise. A moment later, Lara moaned loudly, as the egg inside her started vibrating forcefully against her G-spot.
“Mmmmm… purring like a kitten!” Sarah said, as she ran her hands across Lara’s shaking chest.
Lara’s breathing was growing ragged, as the powerful vibrations from the egg sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
“I love these tits! They’re so round and juicy! They really suit a big-titted bimbo like you!” Sarah mocked her.
Lara opened her mouth to reply, but the only sound that came out was a long, passionate moan. Sarah began kneading Lara’s breasts between her fingers, squeezing them like two giant stress balls. Lara pressed her thighs together ineffectually, while her hands gripped the bedsheets on either side of her. Her whole body started to shake. Sarah nuzzled her face into Lara’s neck and bit down hard enough to leave a mark.
“Ughhh!” Lara moaned, sexily arching her back, as the pleasure from the vibrating egg overloaded her senses.
Sarah stood up and forcefully pushed Lara backwards onto the bed. Sarah climbed onto the bed above her, and stared down at Lara’s naked body like a hungry wolf. She pushed her own lingerie-clad body down against Lara’s sweaty, writhing body. Sarah reached down between Lara’s legs and started rubbing her clit, while her other encircled Lara’s neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss. For the first time in 9 years, their lips touched, and just as happened all of those years ago, Lara instinctively opened her mouth to allow Sarah’s tongue inside. Lara’s moans become muffled, as their tongues encircled each other like two wet snakes. The years fell away and Sarah felt like she was back at boarding school, kissing her secret crush.
Lara gave a muffled squeal as she orgasmed. Sarah maintained their passionate kiss and pressed her body down against Lara’s. She rode Lara’s writhing and bucking body like a mechanical bull, while continuing to kiss her mouth and rub her clitoris. When Lara’s mind-shattering orgasm finally subsided, Sarah used the phone to turn the vibrating egg down to its lowest setting. Lara rolled onto her side and curled up into a foetal position. She looked so cute and innocent at that moment. Sarah almost had second thoughts about her mission at Croft Manor. Almost…
“That’s enough fun for you, little maid. It’s time for you to serve your Lady now.” Sarah said.
This reminder of her new social status had the desired effect of snapping Lara out of her post-orgasmic fugue.
“You can start by undressing me, and make sure you address me by my new title as you do.” Sarah said.
“Yes, My Lady.” Lara grumbled, as she wearily climbed off the bed.
Even at its lowest setting, the vibrating egg inside her pussy was incredibly distracting, and it took Lara several attempts to unhook the back of Sarah’s lacy white bra. Sarah’s small but attractive B-cup breasts bounced into view. Lara had to kneel down to removed Sarah’s white panties. As she did so, she was forced to admire Sarah’s flat stomach and tiny waist. Lara slid the panties down Sarah’s long pale legs. Then Sarah sat backwards onto the bed and gestured for Lara to join her.
“On your knees, and get licking!” Sarah commanded, as she spread her legs wide apart.
Lara grimaced and pressed her face in-between Sarah’s creamy thighs. Lara had never been with a girl before and she wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing; so she stuck out her tongue and started lapping it against Sarah’s pussy lips.
“Not bad, but you need to pay more attention to the clit – and use your whole tongue, not just the tip!” Sarah told her.
Lara blushed and adjusted her technique.
“Mmmm… that’s better! That’s much better! Good little maid!” Sarah cooed.
Sarah grabbed two handfuls of Lara’s long ponytail and used it like a handle to push Lara’s face deeper between her legs. At the same time, she started lifting her butt off the bed, so that she could rub more of her wet pussy against Lara’s mouth. For a moment, Lara and Sarah’s eyes met.
“So fucking beautiful…” Sarah whispered, as she brushed a stray hair out of Lara’s face.
Such was the intensity of Sarah’s gaze that Lara had to look away, blushing. She continued lapping at Sarah’s smoothly shaven pussy and soon noticed that the beautiful blonde’s moans were getting louder. Sarah’s movements became more frantic. Sarah cried out and started bucking her hips up and down against Lara’s mouth. Lara felt wet pussy juices filling her mouth and running down her chin. Sarah clamped her hands around Lara’s head and held it tightly against her crotch, as her lithe body jerked and spasmed.
When her orgasm finally exhausted itself, Sarah stretched out languidly at the centre of the bed, with a smile of contentment on her face. Lara wiped the sticky juices from her chin with the back of her hand. Lara looked frazzled and on-edge, and her body was trebling slightly. The vibrations from the egg were keeping her in a constant state of arousal, but they weren’t powerful enough to actually let her orgasm – which was entirely the point. Sarah smiled.
“Would my naughty little maid like to ask me for something?” Sarah teased.
Lara’s first instinct was to deny it and try to hold out, but what would be the point? Sarah had the entire night to torment and tease her, Lara thought, so why give her the satisfaction.
“Can you… please turn the egg up again?” Lara asked shyly.
Sarah frowned in mock irritation.
“You forgot to use my title! That is an unforgivable breach of etiquette, wouldn’t you agree?” Sarah admonished her.
Lara cursed under her breath, as she squeezed her thighs together like a schoolgirl busting to use the toilet.
“Sorry, My Lady!” Lara apologised.
“I’ll think of a suitable punishment for your disrespect later. For now, lie back on the bed.” Sarah commanded.
Lara back and Sarah climbed atop of her, straddling her chest.
“Do you want to cum, little maid?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, My Lady.” Lara answered deferentially.
Sarah grinned, pleased by Lara’s submissive tone. She held up her phone.
“I’ll tell you what – I’m going to sit on your face now. As soon as you make me cum again, I’ll let you come as well. Sound fair?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, My Lady.” Lara answered, since she knew the question was entirely rhetorical.
Sarah spun around and squatted down over Lara’s beautiful face. Lara watched as Sarah’s firm little ass descended down on top of her. Within moments, Lara’s lips were drenched in the juices leaking from Sarah’s excited pussy. Lara grimaced in disgust, as her nose slid in-between Sarah’s butt cheeks and rubbed against the tight brown star of her anus. She tried to ignore the musky aroma of her former friend’s asshole, as she dutifully licked her tongue against Sarah’s pussy lips and clit.
“Mmmm… you’re a fast learner!” Sarah said appreciatively.
Lara blushed with shame at the compliment. Sarah was riding her mouth like a saddle now, sliding her wet slit up and down Lara’s face. She did her best to keep licking, but it was very tiring, with Sarah grinding her full bodyweight down onto her mouth. Then to her surprise, Sarah’s weight suddenly shifted forward, as the blonde adopted a sixty-nine position on top of her. Moments later, Lara felt Sarah’s tongue lapping against her pussy. Now it was Lara’s turn to moan, as the extra stimulation from her clit being licked caused her overstimulated pussy to go crazy. Lara found herself involuntarily humping her hips up into the air, desperately trying to reach orgasmic release.
Sarah continued to lick Lara’s pussy, but then stopped when her own orgasm arrived. Much to Lara’s frustration, Sarah pulled her mouth from Lara’s dripping pussy and let out a loud cry of pleasure. Her sweet pussy juices filled Lara’s mouth, as she arched her back and slid her wet crotch up and down Lara’s bedraggled face. When her orgasm finally subsided, Sarah reached for her phone and turned the vibrating egg up to its highest setting. Then it was Lara’s turn to scream in pleasure, as another mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her body.

The muffled sounds of their erotic cries echoed out into the corridor outside. Zip stood frozen in shock, listening just outside the door. He had been walking past after getting a snack from the kitchen. As he listened to the muffled sounds of lovemaking emanating from Lara’s bedroom, his face split into an enormous grin. He instantly reached for his phone. He couldn’t wait to share this salacious gossip with Allister. Back inside the bedroom, Lara and Sarah lay exhausted atop of Lara’s king-sized bed. Their naked chests were heaving and they were both drenched in sweat.
“That was… wow!” Sarah gasped.
“I’m… glad you… enjoyed yourself… My Lady.” Lara replied breathlessly, just grateful that Sarah had finally deactivated the vibrating egg.
“Mmmm… My Lady! I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you call me that. In fact, for your next little task, I have something special in mind.” Sarah said.
Next task? Did that mean Sarah wanted to go again already? Lara’s jaw dropped in disbelief. How much more sex could the blonde slut want, she wondered?
“But we just had sex multiple times! How can you still want more?” Lara blurted out.
Again, you keep forgetting to use my title.” Sarah said, but this time her voice had an inflection of amusement.
“I’m sorry, My Lady.” Lara answered quickly, not wanting to anger Sarah unnecessarily. “I’m still trying to get used to this.”
“I think I have an excellent idea to help you remember your new place in his household.” Sarah said. “But that can wait until tomorrow. Now, before I forget, I need to explain your morning duties. I hate alarm clocks, so from now on it’s your job to wake me up every morning at exactly 8am.”
Lara was confused. “But… without an alarm clock, how will I know when to get up?” Lara asked,
“That’s what the egg is for. At 7.55pm, it’ll start vibrating on medium to wake you up. Then you can wake me up with that sweet little mouth of yours. Once you make me cum, I’ll let you cum.” Sarah explained.
Lara’s face turned bright red with humiliation, as she listened to what her morning duties would entail. Thankfully, Sarah didn’t demand any further sex from her that night, and Lara was allowed to shower and brush her teeth – although only after Sarah had finished using the bathroom. After using the toilet, Lara reinserted the egg and then climbed under the covers with Sarah. The new Lady of Abingdon was wearing an expensive white negligee, along with a matching bra and panties, but she made Lara sleep completely naked. Once she was in bed, Sarah insisted that Lara spoon her until she fell asleep. Lara was so exhausted that she fell asleep after only a few minutes of cuddling.
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