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Tomb Raider Bliss	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 10935 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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.

Chapter List
- 1-Blackmailed
- 2-Addicted
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The following day, Lara questioned Alistair. She wanted to know if he’d told Zip anything about the photo book. Alistair answered truthfully that Zip had asked him about it, but he’d told him that he’d promised not to talk about it. Alistair didn’t stutter, so Lara was satisfied that he was telling the truth. Alistair couldn’t lie without stuttering. Even so, she felt embarrassed that one of her staff had seen her in such a compromising position, and she avoided him for the rest of the day.
A few days later, Zip gave Lara her first piece of good news: Jonathan Reiss owned a private office building in London, and Zip had managed to hack into its secure network. He now had access to detailed floorplans and real-time CCTV footage. As Lara ran her eyes across his work, two things immediately stood out to her: firstly, that the building had way more security than was necessary for any ordinary office building; and secondly, that the only room in the entire building that wasn’t covered by security cameras, apart from the toilets, was Reiss’s private office on the top floor. Whatever Reiss was hiding in his office, he clearly wanted it to remain a secret.
Lara smiled. She felt better for the first time in days. She hated the feeling of helplessness that came from just sitting around and waiting. Now she had a target and a plan! She thanked Zip for his hard work. He looked tired and had clearly been working very long hours to help her. She made a mental note to reward him with some time off, after this current crisis was over. Come to think of it, even Alistair was looking more haggard than usual. Lara assumed he must be working hard as well, trying to discover the location of Alexander’s Lost Temple. Maybe she’d been too hard on him earlier, she thought. She felt grateful that she had two such loyal employees.
Unknown to Lara, both Zip and Alistair had been masturbating almost around-the-clock to the pornographic videos of her being gangbanged on Jonathan Reiss’s private jet. It was addictive for them – like finding out that a cute girl you went to school with starred in a porno. Except in this case, the cute girl in question was also their sexy and famous boss, and the stuff she was doing in those videos would have put the most hardcore pornstars to shame.
Later that night, Lara dressed in a one-piece black motorcycle suit and a matching full-faced motorcycle helmet. The leather motorcycle suit was made-to-measure and hugged her body like a second skin. Her round heart-shaped ass got many admiring stares, as she sped past the traffic on the motorway. Lara parked her motorcycle in a nearby alleyway that backed onto Reiss’s office building. She left her black motorcycle helmet on, to conceal her identity, and tucked a sub-compact Heckler and Koch 9mm pistol into a hidden holster built into her bodysuit. The gun could only hold half as many rounds as her custom full-sized pistols, but it drew far less attention, and she was only carrying it “just in case.” Even so, she placed a spare magazine into a purpose-built pouch inside her suit.
Lara looked around for witnesses, but the alleyway was completely deserted. She moved towards the fire escape door at the rear of Reiss’s building and told Zip through her headset mic that she was in position. The fire door was alarmed and swipe-card access only. Zip remotely disabled the alarm and unlocked the door for her. Lara grunted with effort, as she pried open the heavy steel door and slipped inside. Lara found herself inside a dark and dusty little-used concrete staircase. She looked up instinctively at the security camera staring straight down at her from the ceiling, but Zip had already looped the footage, and all that showed on the security monitors of the building’s control room was an empty staircase.
Zip guided her up to the fourteenth floor, where Reiss’s private office was located. It would have been quicker to take an elevator, but there was a lot less chance of being discovered while taking the stairs. By the time she reached the fourteenth floor, Lara was sweating freely underneath her full-body motorcycle suit. Zip told her to wait until the coast was clear. Then he unlocked the door and Lara exited the stairwell. Zip used the internal cameras to guide Lara towards Reiss’s office, while avoiding the cleaners on the floor. On several occasions, she had to duck into a side office and wait while cleaners moved down the long corridor outside.
Then disaster struck. The elevator at the end of the corridor pinged and started to open. Zip had been so intent on watching the cleaners locations on the multiple cameras on the top floor that he had forgotten to monitor the elevators. Lara dived behind a receptionist’s desk, just as two burly security guards exited the elevator. Lara held her breath, as she tried to plan what she would do if she was discovered. Would she really shoot two security guards, just to hide her tracks? Were they even involved in Reiss’s schemes, or just two innocent men working normal jobs? Maybe she could knock them out, rather than kill them. All these thoughts raced through her mind. Thankfully the men walked right past the reception desk she was hiding behind, without stopping. Lara breathed a sigh of relief.
When the guards were out of sight, Lara crept the rest of the way to Reiss’s office. Zip remotely unlocked the door and Lara slipped inside and closed it behind her. Reiss’s office was not what Lara would have expected for a man of his wealth: there were no awards or trophies, no photos of him posing with political leaders or famous celebrities, and no expensive artworks or collectables. There was just a simple desk with a computer on it, half-a-dozen filing cabinets, and a closed door that led to a small private bathroom.
Lara pulled out a specially modified USB memory stick that Zip had given her and plugged it into a port on Reiss’s computer. While Zip remotely accessed Reiss’s files, Lara searched the office. The filing cabinets were full of hundreds of files, filled with thousands of pages worth of documents. Some of it was biological research that went way above her head – results of clinical trials, government approvals etc – but most of it looked like financial records. Lara would dearly have loved to take some of the documents with her, but there were just too many. Finding something incriminating in that sea of paper would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Better to leave them untouched and not leave any sign that she was here, she thought.
Lara turned her attention back to the computer.
“Anything?” Lara asked through her mic.
“Jackpot!” Zip said. “It looks like Mr Reiss has been a naughty boy. There’s information on here about illegal research into biological weapons, results from unauthorised human trials, you name it.”
Lara smiled beneath her motorcycle helmet. So, Reiss wanted to blackmail her, did he? Well, two can play that game, she thought! Lara waited until Zip finished downloading the incriminating files onto the USB stick. Then Lara placed it inside a hidden pocket sewn into the seam of her motorcycle suit and exited Reiss's office. Zip guided her back to the stairwell, looping each camera to hide her presence, before returning them back to normal once she was past. A few minutes later, Lara was back outside the building and riding her motorcycle back home to Croft Manor.
The following day, Jonathan Reiss entered his office, unaware that anything untoward had occurred the previous night. His ignorance only lasted until he sat down at his computer and accessed a standalone camera hidden inside the smoke detector above the door. The camera was motion activated, and Reiss saw that there was a recording at 11.30pm the previous night – a time when no one should have been inside his office. He watched the recorded video and smiled.
Despite the full body disguise, it was obvious that the person inside his office was Lara Croft. What other thief had such an athletic hourglass figure, with large D-cup breasts, a tiny waist, and a gorgeous heart-shaped ass? Her face was hidden by a full-faced helmet, but the long brown ponytail hanging down to her waist was all the confirmation he needed. Despite his annoyance that she was wasting her time breaking into his office, rather than finding the Orb for him, he couldn’t help but admire her ingenuity and competence. It confirmed to Reiss that he had chosen the right person to locate and retrieve the artifact for him – providing he could motivate her to do so.
Jonathan Reiss picked up his phone and summoned his head of IT security. The man sat down at Reiss’s computer and quickly identified what files had been viewed and downloaded. Reiss thanked him and waited for him to leave. Then he picked up the phone and started making some calls. It was time for him to cash in some chips and call in a few favours. Two days later, Croft Manor received an impromptu visit.
“My Lady, some men from the British Government are here to speak with you. What shall I tell them?” Winston asked.
Lara looked up from the book she was reading.
“Show them into the study. I’ll be there in a minute.” Lara said.
The visit was unexpected, but Lara always tried to maintain good relations with the Government. She had even performed several missions for the UK Foreign Office and MI6, Britain’s version of the CIA. It was a working relationship that was mutually beneficial, as in return the government turned a blind eye to her sizeable arsenal of weapons, not to mention the hundreds of valuable artifacts that she’d brought back into the country without going through customs.
Lara’s study had once been used as an office by her father, but his research soon outgrew the small room and he ended up doing most of his work from the library – a practice that Lara had continued. Now she used it as an informal setting where she could meet with her guests in private. The room consisted of half-a-dozen high-backed brown leather chair, set around a large and inviting fireplace. The only other piece of furniture in the room was an extensive drinks cabinet, and the walls were hung with landscape paintings by several renowned artists.
Lara entered the study and saw three men waiting for her. All of them were middle-aged and wearing dark grey suits typical of government employees. Lara smiled warmly as she recognised one of them.
“Robert, it’s always a pleasure to see you!” Lara said.
Robert Mycroft was a high-ranking official within the British Government Home Office, whose life Lara had saved during one of her many adventures. Since then, he had repaid that debt by providing her with whatever assistance he could – mostly in the form of information. Mycroft shook her hand but he didn’t return her smile.
“I’m sorry, Lara…” He replied.
He tried to say more, but another of men cut him off.
“You two know each other? Good, that’ll make this easier.” The second man said arrogantly.
Mycroft gritted his teeth. He clearly didn’t like the other man.
“Lara, these gentlemen are from MI5. They’re investigating a break-in that occurred two nights ago at a London office building.” Mycroft said.
“That sounds like a matter for the Metropolitan Police, not MI5.” Lara deflected.
“Information was stolen that is of a sensitive nature, with national security implications. We’d like to know your whereabouts two nights ago?” The first agent asked.
“Am I a suspect?” Lara asked casually.
“A person matching your description was recorded inside the office where the theft occurred, and traffic cameras matched your registration to the motorcycle used as the getaway vehicle.” The MI5 agent said.
Lara cursed inwardly but maintained her poker face. Reiss must have had another camera inside his office. Still, all they had was circumstantial evidence: she’d never removed her helmet, so they couldn’t prove beyond reasonable doubt that it was her. The fact that her motorcycle had been recorded in the area was more problematic, but a good lawyer could probably explain that away as well.
“It sounds like you’ve already made up your mind, and I should talk to a lawyer.” Lara said diplomatically.
Mycroft leaned in close.
“Please, Lara! I’m trying to protect you! If this becomes official, they’re going to charge you under the National Security Act! Theft of classified documents carries a mandatory sentence of 10 years in prison!” Mycroft said urgently.
The second MI5 agent, who had been silent up until that point, now spoke.
“Lady Croft, all we want is the information that was stolen, along with any copies. The government doesn’t need the scandal of a famous English Countess being charged with espionage.” The agent said.
Lara gritted her teeth. The information on that USB was the only leverage she had against Jonathan Reiss – but it wouldn’t do her any good, if she wound up in prison for using it.
“And if the information is returned?” Lara asked hypothetically.
“That will be the end of the matter. You have my word.” Mycroft said.
With a sinking feeling, Lara led the men to Zip’s room and explained the situation to him. The agents left 10 minutes later, carrying with them the USB memory stick and the computer that Zip had downloaded its contents onto.
Richard Mycroft stopped at the front entrance to talk to her.
“Don’t worry, Lara. Jonathan Reiss won’t press charges. He doesn’t want the publicity any more than we do. Just be careful. He’s not the kind of man you’d want for an enemy.” Mycroft said.
Lara watched her friend leave and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She felt certain that Reiss knew about her role in the theft. What would he do now, she thought? She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Just after sunset, Jonathan Reiss arrived at Croft Manor in two blacked-out Range Rovers, accompanied by a small security detail. Two bodyguards remained outside with the vehicles, while the other three accompanied Reiss inside. Lara blushed when she recognised two of his bodyguards from her mid-air gangbang.
“You have a beautiful home, Lara.” Reiss said conversationally, admiring the great hall.
“Thank you.” Lara replied guardedly.
“Go and fetch the remainder of your staff. Our discussion concerns them as well.” Reiss ordered.
Lara hated being ordered around, especially in her ancestral home. But she gritted her teeth and reluctantly went to fetch Zip and Alistair. A few minutes later, they were all sitting down on a couch in the great hall. Winston was seated to her left and Zip and Alistair were seated to her right. Reiss was seated opposite her, with his bodyguards standing on either side of them.
“I must say that I’m disappointed, Lara. I thought we had an understanding.” Reiss began.
“You can’t blame a girl for trying.” Lara replied flippantly, trying to use humour to lighten the mood.
“You’ve proven yourself to be a very resourceful woman. I can see that my initial instincts about you were correct. However, although I admire your resourcefulness, I cannot allow your actions to go unpunished.” Reiss said.
Lara got another sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she had one card left to play.
“You want to blackmail me, go ahead! Release all your dirty videos and photos. I don’t care. I still won’t work for you!” Lara said.
She was bluffing, of course. She cared very much about her reputation. Reiss smiled warmly.
“If that’s how you feel…” Reiss said.
He nodded to one of the bodyguards. Then man exited the Manor house and returned moments later carrying a laptop. Reiss opened it a spun it around to face Lara.
“I’ve set up an OnlyFans account in your name, with all of your videos and photos already uploaded. All you have to do is hit ENTER and it goes live.” Reiss said.
Lara swallowed. His implication was obvious. If she hit ENTER, Reiss would no longer have any leverage over her, but she would destroy her own reputation in the process. She’d be blacklisted by all the universities and museums she worked with, and all of her advertisers would drop her because of the scandal.
“Don’t worry,” Reiss said, as if reading her mind. “I’m sure you’ll be popular enough to make this your new fulltime career.” Reiss said.
Lara’s finger hovered over the ENTER key, but she just couldn’t bring herself to press it. Reiss smiled, as Lara lowered her eyes in a subtle acknowledgement of her surrender.
“Well, now that’s out of the way…” Reiss said, as he pulled a familiar-looking syringe from his inside coat pocket.
“No!” Lara objected, as her eyes went wide with fear.
“I’m afraid I have no other choice, Lara. It’s clear to me that you’ve been spending all of your time trying to thwart me, when you should have been concentrating on finding the Luna Temple.” Reiss said.
“Not here! I’ll come with you! Anywhere you want!” Lara said desperately.
She glanced across at her staff and could see the confusion and concern on their faces.
“I’m afraid not, Lara. I need a way to motivate you to work faster – so once a week, until you find the Temple, I’ll be injecting you with Bliss and leaving you to humiliate yourself with your staff. That is your punishment for defying me.” Reiss said.
“My Lady, what’s he talking about?” Winston asked.
“Would you like to tell him, or should I?” Reiss asked, with a smug smile.
“The drug: it messes up your brain; it makes you do things… sexual things. You don’t have a choice. And the more ashamed you are of what you’re doing, the better it makes it feel.” Lara said, while avoiding eye contact with him.
Winston placed a reassuring hand on her should.
“My Lady, we are your loyal friends. We would never take advantage of you, no matter what this… criminal injects you with!” Winston said vehemently.
Reiss accessed some files on his laptop and then turned it around to face Lara and her staff.
“I’m afraid that if you don’t participate, I’ll have to pay a visit to little Anne.” Reiss said, as a very recent photograph of Winston’s 18-year-old niece appeared on the monitor.
“And to your sister Tori.” Reiss said to Alistair, as he pressed a button and a photograph of Alistair’s sister appeared on the monitor.
“And to your twin cousins.” Reiss said to Zip, as photos of his 17-year-old twin cousins appeared on the monitor.
“I imagine that engaging in public debauchery would see all of them expelled from their schools and universities, and maybe even see them jailed or committed to a mental institution.” Reiss said.
Lara saw the pained expression on Winston’s kind face. He was fiercely loyal to Lara, but he also dearly loved his niece, who was his only living relative. Now he was being forced to choose between them. Lara couldn’t do that to him.
“They’ll play your game. Just leave their relatives alone.” Lara said softly.
“I’ll need proof this time! I want them to take some photos and text them to this number.” Reiss said, handing her a piece of paper with a phone number written on it.
Lara nodded. It would mean giving Reiss even more material to blackmail her with, but at this point he already had so many photos and videos of her that she didn’t think a few more would make any difference. Reiss moved forward and jabbed the syringe into her thigh through her yoga pants. While Reiss collected his laptop, Lara felt a familiar warm feeling flood her body, as the Bliss he injected into her took effect.
“Gentlemen.” Reiss said, nodding to her staff and giving them an amused smile, before departing with his bodyguards.
Lara bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs together. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. One hand unconsciously started squeezing her breasts through her tank top, while her other hand began rubbing her crotch through her yoga pants. She glanced across at Zip and Alistair and saw that they were in shock. She also saw hard erections pressing out from the front of their pants, which showed that they were aroused by her wanton display. Lara used all her willpower to try not to make eye contact with Winston, who she thought of as an adopted father. Unfortunately, thanks to the Bliss rewiring her brain, her wish became a self-fulfilling prophesy.
Within moments of having that thought, Lara rolled across the sofa and found herself straddling her loyal old butler like a stripper. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He tried to resist, out of a sense of duty, but Lara was an incredibly good kisser, and it wasn’t long before Winston was kissing her back. Lara was filled with arousal and pulled her tank top up over her head. She reached behind her and undid her bra, exposing her large breasts. Lara pulled Winston’s hands up to her breasts, inviting him to fondle them, while she undid his belt and pants.
Lara shivered with shame and pleasure, as she realised that Zip and Alistair were watching her with mouths agape. They couldn’t believe what they were witnessing. They’d seen Lara take on many different public personas: classy aristocrat, sexy Tomb Raider, tough-as-nails boss; but this was like something from Girls Gone Wild! Lara stood up and yanked Winston’s pants and boxers down around his ankles. Her own yoga pants and panties followed shortly thereafter.
Winston’s cock sprang into view, and it was impressively hard, given his advanced age. Lara felt ashamed at the thought that her slutty behaviour was making her loyal butler, the man who had raised her like his own daughter after her parents died, think of her in a sexual way. No sooner did the thought occur to her, she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body, and she felt compelled to start gyrating her naked body against him, like an exotic dancer.
“Lara…” Winston objected weakly.
Lara undid her ponytail and then leaned forward and kissed Winston sensually on the lips. Her hair came down around him like a silky waterfall, tickling his face, before she leaned back and flicked it behind her, like a movie seductress. She resumed kissing her aging butler, one hand stroking his grey hair, while her other hand reached behind her and grasped his cock. As she lowered herself down onto his lap, she guided the tip of his cock inside her wet pussy. Both of their faces were red with shame and arousal: Winston from the guilt of having sex with his noble Countess, who he also thought of like an adopted daughter; and Lara from her altered brain chemistry, which turned the shame she felt at seducing her surrogate father into irresistible pleasure.
Lara mashed her lips against his and pushed her wet tongue inside his mouth. Winston moaned with pleasure from the heavenly tightness of her pussy sliding up and down his cock. Lara broke-off their kiss and wrapped her arms around Winston’s neck, holding him in place while she rolled her hips up and down on his cock. Winston looked away guiltily, but as Lara rode him like a cowgirl, she saw his eyes dart down towards her bouncing breasts. The drug made her lean forward and press her large breasts against his face, until she was practically motorboating him. All the while, her tight pussy slid rhythmically up and down his stiff cock.
Winston couldn’t take any more and started to ejaculate. Lara felt his warm cum spurting inside her pussy, and moaned in pleasure from the shame she felt. When he finished cuming, the drug compelled her to go down on him. She slid her tongue up and down his softening cock, tasting the slimy mixture of Winston’s cum and her own love juice. Then she cocked her head to the side and started jerking him off while she sucked on his wrinkly balls. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Winston was too exhausted to get hard again so soon after sex.
“Hot damn!” Alistair exclaimed.
Zip pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of Lara slavishly sucking on her elderly butler’s balls. Lara blushed with shame and moaned with pleasure. To Zip’s shock, Lara looked directly into his camera and shamelessly licked her tongue all over Winston’s ball-sack. Zip had never seen a woman look so sexy and erotic, and kept snapping photos of her. Once he’d taken half a dozen, he turned to Alistair and began discussing how they would decide whose turn it was to go next. Lara watched incredulously, as the two immature men then played a game of rock-paper-scissors. Zip won best two-out-of-three.
“What are you going to do?” Alistair asked.
“You saw those videos. What do you think?” Zip replied.
Lara blushed, as she realised that Zip had lied to her, and both he and Alistair must had watched the videos of her being gangbanged onboard Reiss’s jet. Then she moaned, as another wave of shame-induced pleasure shot through her in response to that thought.
“Hey, Lara said the drug makes her do things. I wonder if that means she has to do whatever we say?” Alistair asked suddenly.
“Only one way to find out!” Zip answered, grinning from ear to ear.
“Lara, follow me!” Zip ordered.
To Zip’s delight, when he started walking, Lara instantly stood up and walked obediently behind him. Being ordered around by her staff, like she was nothing but a lowly servant, sent jolts of shameful pleasure running through her body. Lara’s shame and pleasure were amplified, when she looked up at the stern portraits of the previous Earls and Countesses of Abingdon, staring down at her in judgement. Zip led her across the hall to the large formal dining table.
“Bend over the table!” Zip ordered.
Lara did so, bending forward over the ornate walnut dining table like she was a child preparing to be spanked. She shivered involuntarily, as her breasts pressed against the cold hardwood surface.
“Spread those cheeks!” Zip said brazenly.
Lara blushed and reached back behind her, spreading her firm round buttocks apart to reveal the tiny brown star of her anus. Zip spat on his cock and then spat down onto Lara’s butt crack.
“You’re not!” Alistair said in shocked excitement, as he read Zip’s intention to fuck Lara in her world-famous ass.
“Why not? We know from the videos that this won’t be her first time!” Zip said, as he spat more saliva into his hand and rubbed it onto his glistening cock.
“She’ll be pissed when she snaps out of this.” Alistair cautioned.
“You heard her. She ordered us to cooperate with Reiss. I’m just following instructions.” Zip said, as he pressed the tip of his cock against Lara’s tight brown sphincter.
Alistair wasn’t so sure, but that didn’t stop him from taking out his phone and snapping a photo of Lara, naked, bent over the table, and about to be fucked. He moved around the table until he was standing in front of her, and aimed his phone camera at her beautiful face. Alistair was so used to seeing Lara acting all proud and strong; seeing her behaving so submissively was an incredible turn-on. He wanted to see her face, as Zip stretched-open her asshole. He wanted to record her facial expressions, as she was ass-fucked. Zip pushed forward.
“Goddamn!” Zip gasped, as he watched Lara’s tight asshole stretch open around his black cock, before swallowing it inside.
Lara blushed with shame and moaned wantonly. She could feel Zip’s cock sliding deeper inside her rectum. Lara looked up and saw Alistair snapping photos of her. She involuntarily looked up at his phone and smiled happily, showing the camera how much she was enjoying herself. Then she bit her lower lip seductively, and her facial expression changed to one of orgasmic pleasure, leaving her audience in no doubt that she was a willing participant.
“Hot damn!” Alistair said, as he snapped over a dozen photos of his seductive boss. Then moved around the table, snapping more photos of her being fucked from different angles. Zip fucked her ass rhythmically, with long steady strokes, feeling the tight grip of her asshole loosening with each thrust. When he judged that she’d loosened up enough for what he had in mind, he pulled out until just the head of his cock was still inside her ass.
“Fuck yourself backwards on my cock!” Zip commanded.
Lara obeyed and released her spread buttocks, which she had been holding open for him this entire time. Zip was treated to the delightful feeling his shaft being enveloped by her warm round butt cheeks. Lara gripped the edged of the table and started twerking her ass backwards against Zip’s cock. Zip moaned in pleasure, as Lara’s stretched asshole slid up and down the length of his shaft, while her perfect ass bounced rhythmically up and down against his crotch. She rode his cock like an exotic dancer, while her asshole gripped his shaft like a soft glove.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Zip groaned.
He tried desperately to maintain control, but the sight of Lara’s seductively undulating ass and the incredible feeling of her tight sphincter gripping his cock pushed him over the edge.
“Ohhhhh!” Zip moaned, as he ejaculated inside Lara’s tight asshole.
Lara blushed with shame and arousal, as she felt Zip’s warm cum spurting deep inside her ass. She shivered with humiliation, as she realised that he would probably never look at her the same way again. Lara echoed his moans of pleasure, as she continued to thrust her ass backwards against him and milked his balls dry. Zip was on a power trip: he had just cum inside her wealthy bossy’s snobby ass, and now he threw caution to the wind. He pulled out of Lara’s ass and turned to face her.
“Now taste it, slut!” Zip ordered, pointing down at his cock and leaving Lara in no doubt about what he wanted.
Lara blushed with shame and dropped to her knees. She felt a thrill of pleasure, as she pushed Zip’s semi-rigid cock inside her mouth, and tasted the musky flavour of her freshly-fucked asshole.
“You like tasting your ass, don’t you slut?” Zip said, grabbing a handful of her silky brown hair and pushing her mouth deeper onto his cock. “Lick it clean!” He ordered.
Lara had never felt so degraded, but she dutifully licked and sucked Zip’s black cock, while loving every minute of it. She licked his so thoroughly cock clean, until it was glistening with her saliva. Then it was Alistair’s turn. Alistair pulled out one of the ornate high-backed dining chairs and sat down.
“I want you to give me the best, sloppiest, titty-fucking blowjob of your life.” Alistair said, spreading apart his legs to give her access to his crotch.
Lara groaned, as the drug in her system compelled her to obey his perverted order. She crawled sexily between his legs and leaned forward, until her large breasts were resting on top of his thighs. Lara started by kissing and licking her way up and down the underside of Alistair’s cock. To Alistair, Lara looked gorgeous, with her beautiful face, big brown doe-eyes and flushed cheeks. She slavishly licked her tongue over every sensitive inch of his cock, until it was dripping with her saliva. Then she pushed her large breasts together around his saliva-drenched shaft.
Alistair’s cock was enveloped by the inviting warmth of Lara’s ample cleavage. The smooth flesh of Lara’s breasts pressed inwards against Alistair’s cock from all sides, like two soft warm balloons. Lara pushed her breasts downwards, forcing Alistair’s cock deeper into the soft tunnel of her central cleavage. As Alistair’s cockhead poked out from between her breasts, Lara dribbled saliva down onto it from her mouth, and then lifted her breasts upwards until his cockhead disappeared again.
Lara repeated this manoeuvre until her saliva had transformed the deep tunnel of her cleavage into a slippery waterslide. Now, when Alistair’s cockhead emerged from her cleavage, Lara took the opportunity to wrap her lips and tongue around it. Alistair was in heaven. Lara pressed her breasts together around his cock with her hands, which made her chest appear even larger and rounder than usual. Alistair moaned with pleasure, as Lara rhythmically lifted her breasts up and down around his cock, using her cleavage like a Fleshlight to satisfy his lust.
From where Alistair was sitting, it looked like an erotic version of Wack-a-mole, with the deep V between Lara’s breasts acting like the hole, and Lara’s mouth acting like the hammer. Each time the tip of his cock emerged from her deep cleavage, her mouth descended to swallow it. Then she lifted her breasts from his lap, enveloping his cock again, before repeating the process. Unlike Zip, who was more of an ass man, Alistair had always been a tit man; and the combination of Lara’s lips and tongue on his cockhead, and the slippery warmth of her soft breasts pressing inwards around his shaft felt amazing.
Alistair took out his phone and started recording – not photos this time, but a POV video of Lara servicing his cock. He watched her through the viewfinder, as she eagerly pushed her breasts up and down around his cock, and licked and sucked the tip. When he felt like he could hold out no longer, Alistair stood up and aimed his cock at Lara’s beautiful face.
“Lick my balls!” Alistair ordered, as he frantically jerked his cock above her face.
Lara cocked her head to one side and started sucking and licking Alistair’s ball sack, while he masturbated above her. She couldn’t believe how perverted he was, and she blushed with shame, as her hand started rubbing her pussy.
“Here it comes! Smile for the camera!” Alistair ordered, as he aimed his camera phone directly at her beautiful face.
Lara smiled up at him like an adoring fangirl. Her pretty smile was so out-of-place, it caused Alistair laugh out aloud at how ridiculous she looked. A moment later, he grunted and came. A new jolt of shame-induced pleasure shot through Lara’s body, as long string of sticky white cum streaked across her face and splattered against her flawless skin. Lara felt defiled – like Alistair was a dog marking her as his territory. Lara’s hand continued to rub her clit, while Alistair hosed her down with his cum. Half-a-dozen spurts of cum shot across her face, leaving sticky white lines of gooey cum dripping down her forehead, cheeks and chin. Alistair shook the remaining dribbles of cum down onto Lara’s nose and upper lip. Lara was still smiling sweetly, even though her beautiful face now resembled a sticky glazed doughnut.
“Damn!” Zip said, snapping several photos of Lara’s cum-covered face.
To their astonishment, Lara continued to rub her clit, while thrusting the fingers of her other hand inside her pussy. She moaned loudly, spreading her legs wider apart and putting on a degrading show for them. She appeared to be insatiable!
“How long until the drug wears off?” Zip asked suddenly.
He was speaking to Alistair, but in her drug-fuelled haze, Lara thought he was talking to her. Her eyes were partially glazed-over and she had lost the power of speech, but she retained enough intelligence to answer them. She held up five fingers.
“Five? As in five hours?” Zip asked excitedly.
Lara nodded wearily, still smiling as she vigorously masturbated in front of them. Zip looked down at his watch. They’d only been going for about 45 minutes.
“Go clean yourself up and then come back to us.” Zip said.
Zip had no desire to accidentally have Alistair’s cum dripping onto him.
“And make sure you rinse out your holes as well. Alistair doesn’t do sloppy seconds!” Alistair added.
Alistair would never have dared to speak to her like that just a few hours earlier, but Lara’s enforced sexual compliance had boosted his ego to a ludicrous degree. It was hardly surprising though: Lara was acting like a total slut, so her staff were treating her like one. Lara shivered with shameful pleasure at the rude way they were speaking to her, and went away to wash. She went to the closest guest bedroom and used a spray nozzle in the ensuite shower to wash the cum from her face and rinse out her holes. Then she returned to the great hall.
Lara noticed that Zip and Alistair were both filming her now, rather than just taking photos, as Reiss had directed. It added another layer of humiliation for Lara – knowing that her staff would have videos of them having sex with her, which they would likely watch and masturbate to when the current crisis was over. All three men were naked and the second round of degrading drug-fuelled sex was about to being. Winston, because of his old age, still hadn’t recovered enough to participate, so Zip and Alistair played another game of rock-paper-scissors. This time Alistair won, and even Zip was shocked by his level of depravity.
“Dude, that’s pretty messed up!” Zip said, grimacing in disgusted.
Despite his objections, Lara noticed that Zip was still filming her.
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it!” Alistair retorted.
Alistair was leaning forward at the waist, with his hands on the back of the sofa. Lara was on her knees directly behind him, with her face pressed between his pale ass cheeks and her tongue licking his asshole. One of her free hands was resting against the back of Alistair’s thigh for support, while her other hand was reaching around to his cock and jerking him off from behind. Both Zip and Winston looked shocked, but neither of them could look away.
“Oh yeah. Get your tongue in deeper!” Alistair commanded.
Lara complied, and then shivered with pleasure, as she pushed her tongue inside Alistair’s puckered asshole. Without the drug in her system, the thought of rimming someone would have made Lara die from shame; but under the effects of Bliss, she experienced her greatest pleasure-high yet. Lara doubted she would ever forget this humiliating moment: rimming her research assistant’s asshole, while her tech support employee filmed her and her elderly butler watched. The Lara moaned in orgasmic delight, as the depravity of her actions sent a flood of pleasure crashing through her drug-addled brain.
“I’m ready! Open up!” Alistair ordered.
Lara opened her mouth wide, as Alistair spun around and pushed his cock inside. Lara remained submissively on her knees, with her hands resting against Alistair’s thighs, while he grabbed the sides of her head and started brutally face-fucking her. Lara made slutty “Gluk, Gluk, Gluk, Gluk” sounds, as Alistair fucked her throat. She could feel his balls slapping against her chin, while his cock stretched open her slender throat.
“Ahhhhh!” Alistair groaned, as he emptied his second load of cum directly down her tight throat.
Lara’s eyes teared up and she started to choke, but Alistair held her ball’s deep against his crotch, while his cock spurted a stream of sticky cum straight down her throat and into her stomach. When he finally pulled away, Lara was left coughing and spluttering, with a glistening mixture of saliva and semen drooling down her chin. Zip put his phone down and Alistair started filming. Since Lara didn’t seem to mind, they’d decided to film everything and send Reiss screenshots. They wanted to make the most of their opportunity to film themselves fucking their sexy high-class boss, since they didn’t know how long this arrangement with Reiss would last. As far as they were concerned, they were collecting a treasure-trove of masturbatory material, which they could enjoy at their convenience in the years to come.
Zip had previously planned to fuck Lara’s tight pussy, but something about seeing her rimming Alistair got him curious about how it would feel. And it wasn’t as if he could ever ask a future girlfriend to do it to him, so this might be the only chance he’d ever get to experience what it was like. Zip sat backwards on the sofa, with his forearms wrapped around his legs, holding them up in front of his chest.
“I’ll have what Alistair had.” Zip said.
Alistair chuckled and filmed Lara crawling towards Zip. Without hesitation, she buried her face between his dark buttocks and pressed her lips against his asshole. Moments later, her tongue was licking and probing his sphincter, while her hands reached up and started jerking off his erect cock. If anything, this position was even more humiliating than what she did with Alistair, since she had Zip’s balls resting against her forehead. Lara shivered and moaned, while her free hand unconsciously started rubbing her clit.
“Fuck! Her tongue feels amazing!” Zip said.
Zip groaned with pleasure, and his hips started involuntarily humping up in the air in response. After several minutes of rimming, he was also ready to cum. He grabbed a handful of Lara’s long silky hair and guided Lara’s mouth up onto his cock. Lara swallowed it without argument, and she was soon deepthroating him just as she had done to Alistair.
“Gluk, Gluk, Gluk, Gluk” was the sound Lara’s throat made, as it stretched open and closed around Zip’s thick black cock.
Zip was in heaven and when he came, Lara tasted his warm salty cum spurting against her the back of her throat. Lara swallowed every drop. She shivered with shame-fuelled pleasure, as she massaged Zip’s balls and sucked his cock dry. Part of Lara’s mind was grateful for his cum, since rinsed the foul taste of his ass out of her privileged mouth. In the space of a week, she had gone from dining on the finest food and wine money could buy, to eating out her employees’ asses. How had she fallen so far, she wondered?
“Fuck, this is the life!” Zip said, as Lara dutifully licked his cock clean and left it glistening with her saliva.
Then it was Winston’s turn. To everyone’s surprise, the normally reserved Winston wasted no time in ordering Lara down onto her hands and knees.
“Dirty girl!” Winston said gruffly, as he knelt behind her and pressed his cock against her asshole.
“Ugghhh!” Lara groaned, as her oldest and dearest friend penetrated her asshole.
Being sodomized by Winston added another delicious layer to the shame and humiliation Lara felt, and her drug-addled mind was flooded with another wave of pleasure. She felt Winston grab hold of her hourglass hips and pushed every inch of his cock inside her stretched-open sphincter. Lara pushed backwards against him and felt his hairy balls slapping against her crotch. Winston gave her ass a playful slap, and watched as the round globe rippled beneath his palm like the surface of a pond.
Winston started fucking her ass doggystyle. He fucked her slowly, obviously trying to pace himself, but despite his age, his rhythmic thrusts were surprisingly powerful. Lara’s body rocked forward with each thrust inside her ass, and her breasts swung pendulously beneath her chest. Lara moaned and arched her back, unconsciously raising her ass higher into the air to allow him to thrust even deeper inside her tightest hole. The pace of Winston’s fucking increased, and Lara grunted in time with his thrusts. Lara thought of Winston like an adopted father, so being sodomized by him felt almost like incest.
Lara moaned in orgasmic pleasure, and rammed her ass backwards against him. She longed to feel Winston’s cum jetting deep inside her bowels. Winston slowed his thrusting and hugged his aging body against her naked back. A few moments later, Lara felt his cum spurting weekly inside her rectum. Winston surprised her by tenderly kissing her naked shoulder. Lara’s shame turned into disgust, at the thought of having such an ancient lover, which the Bliss transformed into even more pleasure. Winston drained his balls inside Lara’s asshole and then walked off naked towards the kitchen to get himself a drink.
Winston’s tiredness was to be expected, but even Zip and Alistair were struggling to keep up with Lara’s insatiable sexual appetite. They instructed her to remain in the great hall and masturbate, while filming herself in selfie-mode with one of their phones. While Lara was busy masturbating, Zip and Alistair followed Winston to the kitchen and returned with an armful of fruits and vegetables, which they could use on her while they recovered their sexual stamina.
They made Lara shove carrots up her ass, seeing how many she could fit inside at once – it was 5. Then they made her masturbate with a green cucumber, while both men filmed her on their phones. They laughed at the comical sight of the once-proud Tomb Raider frantically fucking herself with a large green vegetable. Even Winston chuckled at the ridiculous sight of his noble Countess smiling sweetly up at him, while she rammed the thick cucumber in and out of her wet pussy.
Afterwards, they made her deepthroat the cucumber, to see how deeply she could push it inside her stretched-open throat. They watched in awe, as Lara’s slender throat expanded outwards like a boa constrictor. Lara had tears in the corners of her eyes, as she tilted her head backwards and pushed the thick vegetable all the way inside her throat, until only the tip was still visible outside her mouth. She held it there for a moment, before suddenly yanking it out. It left her coughing and spluttering, with long strings of saliva drooping down from her wet lips.
After that, Alistair got several long stalks of leafy green celery and shoved them up Lara’s well-used asshole, one after another. When her ass was full, they made her crawl around the great hall on her hands and knees, while they filmed her. This time, Winston, Zip and Alistair all laughed loudly, as the three men watched Lara crawling around her ancestral home on all fours like a dog, with celery leaves sticking out of her ass like a bushy green tail. Lara loved and hated how creative and depraved they were, and her body was filled with a constant stream of shame-induced pleasure.
Zip and Alistair’s erections returned, and they decided to recreate some of their favourite scenes from Lara’s previous airplane gangbang video. They started by spit-roasting Lara between them, with Alistair penetrating her mouth, while Zip penetrated her ass. They were both still exhausted from their earlier sex with her, so it became more about experiencing something new than actual trying to reach orgasm. They swapped ends regularly, making Lara taste their cocks straight from her own ass, until they felt comfortable enough to take things to the next level.
“DP?” Zip asked, and Alistair nodded in agreement.
Alistair propped his phone up against a cushion on the sofa, so that it would record what happened next. Then he lay down flat on the rug and directed Lara to sit down on his erect cock. Once Lara had fully impaled her wet pussy all the way down onto Alistair’s cock, Zip knelt down behind her and thrust his cock inside her well-used ass. Lara moaned from the shameful feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other inside her body. She could feel them pressing together through the thin flesh separating her vagina and rectum, and she was filled with an unforgettable feeling of tightness and fullness.
Pleasure-shame filled Lara’s body, and she started wantonly rolling her hips back and forth between them, alternately impaling her pussy and asshole on their cocks. To her surprise, Winston appeared in front of her and pressed his cock against her lips. Lara instantly swallowed his cock inside her mouth, and was rewarded with another jolt of shame-fuelled pleasure, as she was made air-tight by her closest friends. The men had already cum multiple times in the previous hours, so none of them were remotely close to finishing.
They fucked her sexy body between them for next hour, making her swap positions for them like she was the lowest prostitute. It shocked Lara to go from being treated like a wealthy and respected Countess to becoming nothing but a set of slutty holes. The realisation of her downfall sent another wave of pleasure flooding through her body. Winston was now on his back, with Lara lying on top of him. While Winston’s cock occupied her pussy, Alistair was thrusting inside her well-used asshole from behind, and Zip was holding her by the hair and fucking her mouth, while filming her POV-style.
When the men were finally ready to cum again, they didn’t have much left in them, and Lara felt only weak spurts filling her pussy, asshole and mouth. Afterwards, they instructed Lara to wash up, including flushing out her sticky holes, and then they went back to having individual sex with her, while the others filmed it. It was only by the 5-hour-mark that the drug’s grip on her mind weakened and Lara’s self-control returned. Alistair tried to thrust his cock inside Lara’s mouth, but she turned her head away.
“Take it, bitch!” Alistair said angrily, grabbing her by the hair.
Lara slammed her fist into his crotch, and he toppled over with a shriek of pain. Zip and Winston froze in place, watching her with wide-eyed shock, while Alistair writhed around noisily on the ground. Lara climbed to her feet and ran upstairs to her bedroom, not once looking back. She took a very long shower and scrubbed clean every inch of her body. For the rest of the day, she did her best to avoid her staff. She felt completely ashamed and humiliated by her behaviour, and she didn’t know how she could possibly face her staff again after her behaviour.
When she finally ran into Winston the next morning, he was all business.
“My Lady, today’s mail.” Winston said.
“Ah… thank you.” Lara said awkwardly, trying to avoid making eye contact.
“Shall I prepare some breakfast for you, my Lady. I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t eat last night, and you must keep up your strength, if you’re to defeat Jonathan Reiss.” Winston said.
Lara realised what Winston was doing. English butlers were famous for covering up the scandals and indiscretions of their employers, and had been doing so for hundreds of years. Winston was a professional and he was doing exactly what he had been trained to do: behave as if everything was normal and nothing untoward had happened the previous day. Lara forced herself to look up and make eye contact.
“Yes, that would be lovely, Winston.” Lara answered, trying not to blush and failing miserably.
“Very good, my Lady.” Winston answered, and walked off towards the kitchen.
Lara still felt incredibly awkward and self-conscious, but at least the crutch of denial let her get on with her life. When she ran into Zip and Alistair later that morning, it was the same story with them. Winston had clearly given them a talking to, since she doubted that they would have possessed the tact not to brag or gloat. Neither of them mentioned Lara’s depraved behaviour from the previous day, although Lara caught both men stealing glances at her breasts and ass when they thought she wasn’t looking. She forced herself to ignore their half-hidden smirks and secret whispers and get back to business.
Zip informed her that Reiss was satisfied with the photos he received. Lara nodded and blushed. Then it was Alistair’s turn to inform her of his progress. He told her that he was following-up several promising leads for the location of the Luna Temple. Lara noticed that his tone was far less deferential than usual, and that neither of her employees was calling her “boss” anymore – instead they were addressing her by her first name. Despite being less than impressed, Lara decided to let the lapse in formality slide. She could hardly blame them: it must be hard to maintain deferential respect for someone who’d been licking your asshole and swallowing your cum less than 24 hours earlier. Lara blushed and tried to push that shameful memory from her mind.
Life got back to normal around Croft Manor. Then, the following week, Jonathan Reiss paid her another visit, and injected her with another syringe of Bliss. To Lara’s dismay, which the mind-altering drug transformed into delight, this time her staff had come prepared. Apparently, Winston, Zip and Alistair had a private meeting regarding what they would do to her the next time she took the drug. Each of the men had brought a bag of costumes and sex toys for her to wear and use. It was as if the three of them had decided to live out all of their sickest sexual fantasies at her expense.
Zip made her wear a red and white cheerleader costume. Lara’s breasts stood out prominently, mashed against the front of the too-small white t-shirt, while the red plaited miniskirt did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. The outfit was completed by a pair of knee-high white socks and two large red pompoms. While Alistair filmed her, Zip made her ride up and down on his cock, while waving her pompoms in the air and shouting out different degrading cheers.
“Lara Croft likes to score! Lara is a filthy whore!” Lara shouted, as she bounced up and down on Zip’s cock.
“S! L! U! T! Go Slut!” Lara shouted next, as she waved her pompoms in the air.
After that, Alistair made her wear a Princess Leia slave outfit, minus the loincloth. The golden bikini looked amazing on Lara’s athletic and voluptuous body. With a faux-gold collar and chain around her neck, Alistair pretended to be Jabba the Hut and forced her to dance erotically for him, before making her ride his cock with her ass. Lara would have made fun of him for being such a nerd, if she wasn’t moaning like total slut, while sliding her asshole up and down on his cock. Winston made her dress up in a black French maid’s outfit, complete with a frilly white bonnet and apron, but again minus any panties. Winston buried his cock inside her wet pussy and fucked her from behind, while she pretended to dust the dining room table. He even spanked her and chastised her for doing a poor job!
Lara noticed that the next round of costumes all appeared to have come from her personal wardrobe. It seemed ridiculous, given her current situation, but the knowledge that they had been rummaging through her belongings made her fume at the invasion of her privacy. Zip made her wear a silver-coloured bikini, which she had made famous by modelling in it a couple of years earlier. Zip had a poster of Lara wearing it, hidden in his bedroom, and now he was determined to fucked her in it. He pushed the tiny thong to one side and fucked Lara’s wet pussy, while roughly fondling her breasts and squeezing her ass.
Alistair made her wear a expensive black cocktail dress that Lara reserved for formal occasions. He made her get down on her hands and knees, with the sexy dress hitched up around her waist, while he fucked her in the ass from behind. But it was Winston’s choice that was the most personal and humiliating. It was her old school uniform: green thigh high socks, a short green skirt that sat high up on her womanly hips, and a green button-up blazer that bowed outwards around her large breasts, making her look more like a stripper than a schoolgirl. Winston didn’t provide her with either a shirt or panties, which only served to reinforce the stripper-vibe.
Winson sat on one of the leather chairs and made Lara ride him with her asshole. She alternated between facing towards him and straddling his thighs, and facing away from him and twerking her ass up and down against his crotch. After each man had his fun, the men made her clean-up and then used her in another marathon group-sex session. They all took turns fucking her pussy, ass and mouth at the same time, while they filmed her – sometimes in POV, and other times with one of the men standing off to the side, or with their phones propped up against a piece of furniture, when all three men were fucking her simultaneously.
They treated her like the lowest trailer-trash slut, making her do things that they would never dream of asking the local village girls to do. Lara was made airtight numerous times, and the men seemed to particularly enjoy “swapping ends” as they called it, and making Lara taste their cocks fresh from one of her other holes. When they were completely sated and spent, they made Lara fuck herself with a variety of different sex toys. They made her cram her asshole full of an oversized string of black anal beads, and then filmed her gaping asshole expand open around them, when she suddenly yanked them out. They made her fuck herself with oversized dildos, seeing how much of them she could cram inside her once-tight pussy and asshole. And they made her take the toys from her other holes and lick them clean, while smiling for the camera like a slutty Onlyfans camgirl.
By the third week of being injected with Bliss by Reiss and then fucked by her staff, Lara became suspicious that Alistair was delaying finding the Luna Temple, just so that he could have extra time fucking her. She confronted him about it and he denied it to her face, but Lara still wasn’t convinced. It wasn’t until the fifth week that Alistair finally found a possible location for the Luna Temple – submerged just off the coast of the Greek Island of Santorini. Lara flew out there the following day and chartered a salvage boat to go to explore the site. After some searching using scuba diving gear, Lara located the Luna Temple.
With the assistance of the salvage crew, Lara recovered the Orb, along with a sizeable amount of gold and treasure. Even deducting the 25% finders fee that the salvage crew was owed, Lara still calculated that her share would be worth at least 30 to 40 million dollars. Lara’s amazing discovery was front page news, and her face was plastered on the front covers of magazines and newspapers around the world. It should have made her extremely happy – another public triumph for her archaeological career – but Lara had other things on her mind.
During the 10-day expedition, Lara started to experience intense sexual cravings. Had she been more knowledgeable about drugs, she would have recognised the symptoms as withal. Much to her shame, she ended up having a short fling with one of the young sailors on the boat; but although he was a talented and considerate lover, and made her orgasm multiple times, the pleasure that she felt was nothing compared to the drug-induced pleasure of Bliss. When she returned to London from her trip, Lara stopped by the British Museum and handed them several important artistic treasures from the Luna Temple, which she would be donating at a public ceremony. Then she arrived home and awaited Reiss’s arrival.
“I knew you were the woman I needed!” Reiss said triumphantly.
He examined the ornate golden Orb for several minutes, while questioning Lara about its precise location inside the submerged Temple. Then he nodded to one of his bodyguards, who placed the golden Orb inside a large black duffel bag and carried it outside to Reiss’s Range Rover. Reiss turned to leave.
“Wait! That’s it?” Lara asked.
“I’m a man of my word, Lara. So long as you don’t interfere with my plans, you’re free to go about your life.” Reiss said.
“What about the injections?” Lara asked.
Reiss raised an eyebrow. “What about them?” He asked.
“I just thought… maybe I could… get some more?” Lara asked, hating how desperate she sounded.
Her staff, who were present during this conversation, seemed shocked at her request. Reiss’s handsome face betrayed a hint of sadness and regret. He immediately deduced that Lara had grown addicted to Bliss through prolonged exposure. Reiss found it regrettable that he had turned a woman as courageous and intelligent as Lara Croft into a drug addict, but he was also pragmatic enough to use it to his full advantage.
“Are you certain that’s what you want?” Reiss asked, pulling a fresh syringe from his suit pocket and holding it teasingly in front of her face.
“Please! I need it!” Lara pleaded.
Lara hated how pitiful she sounded, but all she could think about was how badly she needed the Bliss inside Reiss’s syringe, and how much pleasure she’d feel, once he injected her with it.
“I suppose I could keep you well supplied, if you agree to come and work for me.” Reiss said.
“I’ll need more! At least twice a week!” Lara insisted, not caring about the consequences.
“Of course!” Reiss answered, smiling with the knowledge that he owned her.
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