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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 56685 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, Lara Croft or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story.

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Thirty-six weeks have passed since Lady Lara Croft signed over her noble Title to her former childhood friend Sarah Green, the billionaire heiress and new Countess of Abingdon. Publicly, Lara has assumed the role of Sarah’s maid, but in private, she’s little more than a sex slave, serving the perverted whims of the new Countess. Now, after almost 7 months of social isolation and psychological manipulation, Lara has been convinced to cross the line from Onlyfans model to pornstar. With her reputation in tatters, Lara’s downfall from high society in complete; yet she is completely oblivious, having been gaslit by her friends to believe that she is making good decisions, while they laugh at her behind her back. With no hope of rescue, it seems only a matter of time before the changes to Lara’s personality become permanent.
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Events moved quickly after Lara’s first hardcore boy/girl scene, two weeks earlier. Short clips of Lara’s hardcore debut went viral, and Lara’s Onlyfans membership exploded to over 10 million subscribers. Lara’s Onlyfans now had a monthly turnover of more than $50 million dollars– as much as a company with several thousand employees. Lara was kept busy for the next couple of weeks, with Sam scheduling many more collaborations with high-profile male pornstars. Lara’s filming schedule became half collaboration-videos with different pornstars, and half solo-videos with sex toys. Sam even ran a poll on Lara’s Onlyfans page, where her subscribers could vote on which pornstars they wanted her to film with next.
Interestingly, after Lara’s career change, there was a sudden influx of B-list celebrities like singers, athletes and social media influencers signing up for Onlyfans accounts – proving the adage that women can’t stand it when another woman is getting all the attention. Even more surprising, the widespread nature of this phenomenon normalised it, and what should have been a taboo became mainstream. The phenomenon even spawned a new term in the Urban Dictionary: doing a Lara Croft, which referred to the act of a woman monetizing herself online. Lara did receive some criticism from religious and conservative groups, but she was championed by the liberal media, with numerous puff pieces about the millions of pounds that Lara was donating to charity each month, from her Onlyfans revenue.
The Futa Belts, sold by one of Lady Sarah’s multiple subsidiary companies, were a runaway success, with supply barely able to keep up with demand – and at every point of sale, from local sex shops to online stores, was a pornographic video of Lara Croft endorsing and demonstrating the product. Sales of the new Tomb Raider game also remained strong, passing 130 million copies sold worldwide. Lara’s slutty workout clothes had even spawned a new brand of activewear, slightly toned-down from Lara’s X-rated attire, but still skintight and highly revealing. Lara was wealthier that at any time in her life, with tens of millions of dollars sitting in her escrow account, earning interest, and tens of millions more coming in each month.
Lara’s adventures in the basement playroom continued as usual. Unknown to Lara, she had already slept with almost all of the 300 Charity members and their partners, and they were now on their second go round. Only Lara’s friends – Mary, Sybil, Naomi and Allison – hadn’t had a turn with her in the playroom yet. Apparently, Lady Sarah had something special in mind, and had convinced them to wait in return for promising them “special privileges” with Lara down the road. Her frenemy Mary was particularly excited, and had a long list of suggestions for how she wanted to use her special privileges, when the time came.
Another more recent change was that Lara developed a serious addiction to masturbating. It was hardly surprising: after having every detail of her life micromanaged by Lady Sarah, suddenly finding herself with so much free time left Lara feeling listless and bored; and her constant schedule of sex left her in a continuous state of sexual arousal. It was no coincidence that Lara was feeling constantly aroused, or that Lady Sarah’s Vietnamese maids always seemed to interrupt her, whenever she found a quiet place to pleasure herself. The oversized smartwatch that Lara wore around her wrist flashed subliminal images of Lara having sex whenever she looked at it, which she found herself doing compulsively throughout the day; and the stainless-steel butt plug in her ass contained a tracking device that informed Lady Sarah of her exact location within the Manor house.
At first, the threat of being discovered by Lady Sarah’s maids kept her embarrassing masturbation habit in check, but after being walked-in-on by the maids, it was as if the dam of morality had broken inside Lara’s mind. The maids had walked-in on her in the shower, masturbating after her first pornographic boy/girl livestream with Chad and Tyrone, but this time, instead of being embarrassed, Lara had been angry at the maids for interrupting her. Rather than stopping, Lara had closed her eyes and continued to masturbate to completion. Since then, the maids had caught her shamelessly masturbating multiple times. Each time, Lara shouted at them to “sod-off”, but she continued to masturbate and orgasm in front of them, while they laughed at her and insulted her in Vietnamese.
Lara figured that the maids had already seen her masturbate once, so what difference did it make if she did it again? She didn’t even bother locking the door anymore, since the maids had keys to every room in the Manor. As the days went by, Lara found herself masturbating multiple times per day. It seemed as if she couldn’t go longer than a couple of hours without sex, before she felt the compulsive need to masturbate. It was a troublesome habit for a woman of Lara’s noble birth to have, and another source of shame. Most shockingly of all, Lara came to the realisation that she actually enjoyed getting caught. For reasons she couldn’t fathom, the humiliation of being watched and laughed at while she masturbated made her orgasms much more intense and enjoyable.
It was the unconscious desire to be caught that saw her masturbating in the bathroom closest to Sam’s photo studio. Given that she never locked the bathroom door, it was only a matter of time before she was discovered. It happened a couple of days later, after her morning sex session with Lady Sarah, but before she was scheduled to film her next livestream with Sam. Lara had her leggings and panties down around her ankles, and her top pulled up over her breasts. She had her eyes closed and was rubbing her clit with one hand, while teasing and pinching her nipples with the other. Lara heard the door open, but didn’t bother opening her eyes.
“I was wondering when you’d get here.” Lara said, while shamelessly continuing to rub herself.
Lara assumed it was one of maids, and she felt her excitement increase, knowing that she had an unseen audience watching her indecent performance.
“You love watching me play with myself, don’t you? That’s why you keep spying on me!” Lara said seductively.
Lara moaned wantonly, as she felt her orgasm approaching. She was surprised not to hear any foreign insults or laughter coming from the maids, and she instinctively opened her eyes. Lara’s face turned bright red with embarrassment, as she found herself staring into the amused face to Sam.
“Don’t stop on my account.” Sam grinned.
Lara was so close to orgasm that she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to. The rational part of her mind knew that she needed to stop, but some character flaw prevented her from doing so. Even worse, although she was dying with embarrassment, she couldn’t break eye contact with Sam. Lara’s legs started to shake and she bit her lower lip. Stop, Lara! Stop this now, the voice inside her mind screamed! But she couldn’t, and moments later, she began to orgasm.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara said plaintively, as if she was confessing her sins.
Lara’s entire body shuddered, as she came. It was one of the best orgasms she’d ever experienced from masturbating – only topped by fucking Lady Sarah and getting gangbanged by hundreds of black tribesmen in Africa. When Lara finally stopped masturbating, she was mortified by what she’d just done and looked away guiltily. She was about to tell Sam that it wasn’t what it looked like, and that she could explain, but that absurd lie died in her throat – too ridiculous to even attempt.
“It’s alright, Lara, don’t be embarrassed.” Sam told her.
Except Lara was embarrassed, and feeling deeply humiliated that her best friend had just witnessed her masturbating so shamelessly.
“Every girl does it.” Sam reassured her. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of; besides, you looked so hot doing it!”
Rather than console her, Sam’s words made Lara feel even more self-conscious and ashamed of her behaviour. Lara quickly covered herself and adjusted her clothes. She walked guiltily past Sam, with her eyes downcast to avoid making eye contact. At that moment, Lara realised that her addiction to masturbating was becoming a problem, and she swore to herself that this would be the last time. But by that afternoon, after another livestreaming session using various animal-themed dildos in front of Sam’s camera, Lara felt the urge to masturbate again. She checked her smartwatch, which made her feel even hornier for some reason, and saw that she still had two hours until her daily playroom session.
Lara groaned in frustration. She tried to distract herself by reading, but time seemed to be crawling by. Lara found herself compulsively checking her smartwatch with increasing frequency, until she finally snapped and couldn’t take it anymore. Lara went into the toilet closest to the library and dropped her pants. Again, whether by accident or design, she forgot to lock the door. Lara slid down her yoga pants and started to masturbate. Less than a minute later, the door swung open. Once again, to Lara’s horror, it was Sam and not one of the maids that caught her in the act.
“Hey Lara, there you are!” Sam said casually, as if it was completely normal behaviour for Lara to be frantically rubbing her pussy in front of her. “I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow’s shoot.”
No, Lara’s mind screamed! This can’t be happening! Yet, Lara’s body reacted with a sense of euphoria, and she immediately felt her sexual arousal and enjoyment increase when Sam entered the room.
“You look so hot doing that, I thought maybe we could film a segment of you masturbating in front of the computer, while selecting your next co-star to collaborate with?” Sam suggested.
With her orgasm approaching, Lara lost the power of coherent speech and could only nod her head distractedly, while she masturbated to completion.
“I’m a dirty little slut.” Lara moaned as she came.
Thanks to her mental conditioning, Lara said the phrase automatically now, whenever she orgasmed. What had started as an order from Lady Sarah had now become a compulsive habit, much like her need for constant sexual stimulation. Unknown to Lara, Sarah was deliberately embedded multiple embarrassing habits into Lara’s psyche, to direct her mental focus inwards and distract her from the permanent changes being made to her life.
After she finished masturbating, Lara quickly dressed and walked past the grinning Sam, with her eyes downcast. She felt like an immature schoolgirl who’d just been caught doing something naughty by her longsuffering teacher. Once inside the photo studio, Lara sat down at one of the desks, while Sam setup the boom cameras, with one pointing directly at Lara’s naked body and a second looking over her shoulder at the computer. The computer monitor’s frequency was matched to the camera to avoid any flickering. Sam directed Lara towards a customised central page, where she could scroll through the names and images of different pornstars, both male and female. She found that when she clicked on one, it sent her to another page that linked to each pornstar’s most recent videos. Sam had paid for premium subscriptions to all the major porn sites, so Lara was treated to a veritable buffet of hardcore material.
Lara sat with her legs apart and one foot lewdly up on the arm of her chair, while she scrolled through the pages and masturbated. Sam was off camera, encouraging Lara to verbalise what she liked about each pornstar while she browsed. Lara blushed, as she found herself saying things she never would have believed possible – obscene and lecherous things that seemed completely at odds with her cultured upper-class English accent. It started innocently at first:
“Mmmm, he’s cute!”
“Wow, I love how she moves her hips in this scene!”
But it soon degenerated to:
“His cock is massive!”
“I’d love to have him ride me like that!”
“The way she’s sucking his cock is so sexy!”
“Watching a petite girl getting fisted is so hot!”
Lara orgasmed, while selecting a shortlist of co-stars for her future livestreams. When the shoot was over, Lara kept masturbating, while she checked her subscriber comments. What sealed Lara’s fate was when Sam casually mentioned that Lara could come in here anytime she liked to look through the lists of co-stars. In doing so, Sam was effectively giving Lara, who had already developed an unhealthy addiction to masturbating, unlimited access to pornography. From that day forward, Lara started spending most of her free hours in the photo studio. By design, Lara was never disturbed by the maids while she was inside the studio, which only encouraged her to keep coming back.
Soon, what started out as short masturbation breaks progressed into lengthy hours-long sessions of teasing and edging, as Lara compulsively scrolled through the endless pornographic videos on offer. It got so bad that by the end of the second week, so much of Lara’s routine revolved around coaxing orgasms out of her sexy young body that she hardly spent any time on other activities, like reading books or horse-riding. Lara was secretly horrified by the fact that she couldn’t stop compulsively touching herself, or obsessively watching pornography. She increasingly viewed her problematic behaviour as a failure of her character, and it became a constant source of shame and embarrassment.
Unfortunately, this created a self-destructive cycle of guilt and self-loathing that made her addiction worse. Lara masturbated and watched porn as a form of escapism, which made her feel like a failure, which caused her to masturbate and watch more porn as a coping mechanism. The endless cycle left Lara feeling powerless and ashamed. After each lengthy masturbation session, Lara would promise herself that she’d stop; but within a couple of hours, she’d feel the irresistible urge to masturbate again. The cycle left Lara feeling like a disgraceful failure – a feeling that was completely alien to an overachiever like her. Chronic masturbators were mentally ill – poor and dirty people, unable to control their base urges. Lara was wealthy, cultured and beautiful. Women like her simply didn’t do this sort of thing. She felt like a disgrace to her noble bloodline.
Initially, Lara was reluctant to openly start masturbating in front of Sam. Performing on camera was one thing, but just casually playing with herself while Sam worked was a bridge too far – at least at first. But inevitably, Sam would step out to fetch something or run some errand, and Lara would reach a cautious hand down towards her crotch; and by the time Sam returned, Lara was in the full swing of masturbating and couldn’t stop. Thankfully for Lara, Sam made a point of never drawing attention to Lara’s obscene behaviour, and never mentioned it in their conversation. Lara thought Sam was doing that to spare her embarrassment, when in reality she was doing it to normalise Lara’s behaviour.
It worked, and by the end of the second week, Lara was openly masturbating in front of Sam, edging herself towards her next orgasm, while she and Sam discussed work-related topics, like upcoming livestreams and other planned events for Lara’s Onlyfans channel. It became so that Lara couldn’t sit in the photo studio for more than a couple of minutes without unconsciously touching herself. She even started masturbating while chatting to her friends in their online Group Chat – a development that delighted her frenemy, Mary – and while reading the comments left by subscribers on her Onlyfans page. Sam joked to Lady Sarah that they should rename the photo studio the masturbatorium, which made Sarah laugh aloud.
It was against this backdrop that Lara attended her second Gaming Convention. After her morning workout and make-out session with Lady Sarah, she and her mistress were given to a full hair and makeup treatment in the luxuriously renovated main bathroom. Lady Sarah talked-up how many fans were attending this Gaming Convention just to see the “world-famous Tomb Raider.” Lara was excited to be getting out in public again. After being cooped-up in the Manor for so long, what she craved more than anything was the worship of her adoring fans – which Lady Sarah assured her she would get.
After their hair and makeup was done, Lara and Lady Sarah went upstairs to dress. Lady Sarah dressed in an elegant red Saint Laurant mini-dress, which showed off her sexy legs. As Lady Sarah put on her diamond earrings and chose a pair of high heels to go with her dress, Lara changed into her own outfit. Lara no longer questioned Lady Sarah’s right to choose her wardrobe for her and dressed without argument. First, Lara removed her 2-inch-wide tear-shaped steel butt plug, and replaced it with an equally sized black silicon butt plug, which had the blue “OF” Onlyfans logo printed on the base.
Next, Lara donned her custom Tomb Raider outfit, which was the clear fan favourite in an online poll. A year ago, Lara would have described the outfit as scandalous, bordering on obscene; but by this point, she had been naked so often that she didn’t even feel embarrassed at the prospect of wearing such a revealing outfit in public. Compared to what she had worn at the last Onlyfans publicity event – when she had walked the red carpet wearing nothing but a pair of high heels, nipple pasties and a thong – today’s outfit was practically prudish and conservative.

Lara admired her reflection in the mirror, seeing her outfit as cute and sexy, rather than slutty and overly sexualised. Lady Sarah’s constant psychological manipulation had screwed-up Lara’s moral compass to the point that she was no longer consciously aware of all the changes that had been made to her physical appearance and personality. This was Lara’s new normal, and she didn’t see anything wrong with it. Even before the slave contract, Lara had a secret exhibitionist streak, and had deliberately worn outfits designed to attract attention, and to distract her enemies.
At the first Gaming Convention, Lara had worn a shorter and tighter version of her classic Tomb Raider outfit. At the time, Lara felt like she was playing a slutty cosplay version of herself. If that outfit could be considered cosplay, then this new outfit definitely crossed the line into stripper costume territory. Especially since she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath it. Lara’s long hair had been styled into her signature braided ponytail, but that’s where the similarity to her old costume ended.
In place of her regular crop top was a see-through black fishnet version, which ended just below her ribcage and left her large breasts completely exposed. And instead of her usual brown shorts, Lara was now wearing a brown thong that resembled a bikini bottom, but with a thicker waistband and belt loops. With only a thin strip of material at the back, Lara’s round buttocks were on full display, as was the Onlyfans-branded butt plug protruding from her ass. The final change was to her combat boots, which had morphed into a pair of lace-up knee-high stripper boots, complete with 6-inch stiletto heels and a 1-inch raised platform at the toe.
Lara buckled-up her gun belt and clipped her thigh holsters into place. After holstering a pair of black replica pistols, Lara and Lady Sarah made their way downstairs and out the front entrance, to where Lady Sarah’s black Rolls Royce was waiting for them. It was a 2-hour drive from Abingdon to the London, where the Gaming Convention was being held. Sam had left a couple of hours before them, to set everything up for Lara’s show, so it was just the two of them in the back of the car. Lara felt certain that if it had been Sam sitting in the backseat with her, she would have already been playing with herself. She doubted even the risk of being seen by the anonymous chauffer would have been enough to dissuade her.
It was only Lady Sarah’s majestic presence that prevented Lara from shamelessly masturbating in the backseat of the Rolls Royce. Lara had developed an unhealthy co-dependent relationship with Lady Sarah, in which she felt a constant need to please her mistress. At first, this had been a pragmatic way to avoid punishment, but over the weeks and months, it had morphed into a psychological need for praise and validation, coupled with a crippling fear of rejection. Lara had begun to idealize Lady Sarah, putting her up on a pedestal and seeing only her virtues, without being able to see any of her vices. It was a classic symptom of the cult-like brainwashing that Lara had undergone. Lady Sarah had assumed the role of the charismatic cult leader, and Lara had unknowingly slipped into the role of her devoted worshipper.
When they arrived at the Convention Centre, the venue was packed. There were already 20,000 people inside and thousands more were lined-up outside. The chauffer drove them around to the rear entrance, where they were escorted inside by a dozen burly security guards, wearing black t-shirts and pants. As they walked down a wide corridor in the back-of-house area, workmen and staff all stopped what they were doing to stare at her. Unknown to Lara, she had become to most famous celebrity on the planet, with every television station, celebrity gossip website and magazine posting segments and articles about her salacious career change.
When they finally emerged onto the main Convention Centre floor, Lara’s security detail was immediately swamped by thousands of screaming fans, pressing in from all sides. They weren’t violent; they were just excited to finally get a glimpse of the world-famous Tomb Raider in real life. Lara felt euphoric from the attention, and waved back at her fans. She had never felt so loved and wanted in her life. The Convention Centre was filled with more than a hundred different stalls, all trying to sell their latest games, consoles, controllers, and other accessories. Where moments before, each stall had been its own little world, now every pair of eyes in the centre was staring in Lara’s direction.
The security guards formed a protective bubble around Lara and Lady Sarah, and pushed their way through the enthusiastic crowd. A sea of bright lights and flashes from phone cameras followed every move Lara made, and Lara started unconsciously crisscrossing her steps to put on a show for them. Each graceful step caused her long legs to cross over in front of her, giving her hips an excessively sensual sway. If she was wearing an elegant pair of high heels like Lady Sarah, this would have been called a model-walk; but in Lara’s knee-high platform stiletto boots, it looked more like a stripper walk. The exaggerated sway of Lara’s hips made her juicy bubble butt jiggle against her brown thong, and made her large breasts bounce inside her black mesh crop top.
The security detail led them towards a ceiling-high partition at the back of the main convention floor. The walls here were covered in enormous Tomb Raider posters – half were of Lara herself and half were of Lara’s digital Tomb Raider character. Lara was again struck by the close resemblance between herself and her video game character. It was like the game character was an exact cartoon replica of Lara, or that she was the real-life version of the game character. At the centre of the black wall was a double-height door, flanked by black-clad security guards and taped-off like the VIP area of a nightclub.
At least a thousand Tomb Raider fans were lining up along the wall, waiting to enter. As Lara walked past them, hundreds of them held up their phone cameras and impulsively stepped towards her, torn between their desire to see Lara up close and their fear of losing their place in line. In the end, they returned to their place in line, as the velvet ropes parted and Lara was escorted into the adults-only Tomb Raider section of the Gaming Convention. Thanks to Lady Sarah having bought the Gaming Convention, the Tomb Raider section took up almost a quarter of the Convention Centre. Inside, Lara saw more than a dozen stalls, all twice the size of the ones outside, with people crowding around each one.
Lara was surprised by how many women were present. She had always assumed that her games had a mostly male audience, but at least a quarter of the people present were women. Thanks to the crowds blocking her view, all Lara could see as she was ushered past were the large Tomb Raider and Onlyfans posters above each stall. Had she been able to get closer, she would have been shocked by the products on sale – or maybe she would have been excited by them. It was hard to tell how far Lara’s mind had fallen into sexual madness. One stall was selling Futa Belts by the hundreds, while a pornographic demonstration video of Lara played on a constant loop the background.
The next stall was selling oversized Tomb Raider Fleshlights, each of which were allegedly modelled on Lara’s pussy, asshole and mouth. However, these Fleshlights were much more advanced that any ordinary Fleshlight, with miniaturised servos inside that gripped and twirled around the penis to mimic sex. They also offered a new immersive feature – Bluetooth connectivity, which enabled the Fleshlight to pair with the Tomb Raider game, so that the Fleshlight would mimic the actions that Lara’s game character was performing onscreen. Beside it was a stall was selling collectable Lara Croft Action Figures, but unlike regular action figures, these ones were anatomically correct, and came with various combinations of Tomb Raider and Onlyfans costumes and various insertable sex toys and butt plugs.
There was a stall selling collectable hard copies of the new Tomb Raider game, as well as online subscriptions to the game. Next to it was a stall selling subscriptions to Lara’s Onlyfans channel, along with Ultra High-Definition Blu Ray and USB Thumb Drive compilations of Lara’s most popular pornographic videos and workout videos. Finally, there were about half-a-dozen stalls selling Lara Croft-branded clothing and shoes. Lady Sarah had cashed in on Lara’s fame bigtime, and every outfit Lara had worn on her Onlyfans channel, from her sexy workout gear to her slutty Tomb Raider outfits, were available for sale. They were even of good quality and competitively priced, so most of the women in the space were either standing in line around the Futa Belt stall, or waiting in line to try on Lara’s clothes.
At the centre of the floor was a roped-off area, around which hundreds of fans were queuing-up. Lara caught sight of Sam, who was dressed casually in a black t-shirt, white jeans and a brown leather jacket. Sam smiled and waved them over. As soon as Lara entered the roped-off area, Sam wrapped her in a friendly hug. Lara smiled back at her. Having Sam around always made Lara feel more at ease.
“That outfit looks amazing on you.” Sam said.
Lara smiled at the compliment.
“Indeed.” Lady Sarah agreed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking more beautiful.”
Lara shivered with delight at Lady Sarah’s unexpected praise.
“Today’s event is a massive opportunity to grow your brand, Lara. People have travelled here from all over Europe, just to see you, so please try to make an effort.” Lady Sarah told her.
Lara felt a knot form in her stomach at the thought of disappointing Lady Sarah. It was a classic manipulation tactic: Sarah tempered every compliment with subtle criticism, to keep Lara feeling uncertain and insecure. Lara usually became bored of her romantic partners within a few months, but not so with Lady Sarah. Lara got butterflies in her stomach, whenever she was around her. Perhaps it was the novelty of their relationship, or perhaps it was Lara’s love of a challenge. All Lara knew was that on an intellectual level, she hated the uncertainty of her relationship with Lady Sarah, but on an emotional level she felt drawn to her, like a moth to the flame.
“Yes, Lady Sarah.” Lara answered demurely.
Lady Sarah nodded, as if satisfied.
“Then I’ll leave you with Sam. I’ve got several business contracts to negotiate.” Lady Sarah said.
Lady Sarah was in talks with several online streaming services, about producing an R-Rated Tomb Raider animated series. Sarah had already hired a Lara Croft impersonator for the voice acting – so that the new show didn’t interfere with Lara’s Onlyfans filming schedule – and a team of talented writers. The show would be loosely based on Lara’s real-life exploits, but with lots of adult humour, sexual inuendo and cartoon nudity. It was already decided that a running joke in the series would be how huge a slut Lara was, with a lot of self-deprecating humour from Lara’s character. In the cartoon series, Lara’s first recourse in any difficult situation would be to flash her tits or drop her pants.
Of course, to qualify for general broadcast, all of the sex scenes would need to happen off camera, but they would be strongly implied. For example, in the pilot episode, Lara is stopped going through customs, because she’s carrying an undeclared golden artifact. Lara asks to speak to the customs agent alone, and is escorted into a nearby office. Next, we see Lara drop to her knees, so that only the top of her head is visible through the office window. Lara’s head bobs up and down, while the customs agent throws up his arms in ecstasy. Lara exits the office, casually wiping her mouth with a handkerchief. Then the scene shifts to a closeup of Lara’s passport being stamped “APPROVED”, followed by Lara walking through customs with the artifact under her arm and a self-satisfied smile on her face.
The animated show had all the makings of a hit series, to rival The Simpsons or Family Guy, and it should prove highly profitable and great advertising for Lara’s brand; but that wasn’t why Sarah was doing it. Like the Tomb Raider video game, the animated series was another way for Lady Sarah to re-write Lara’s legend into what she wanted it to be. Like many beautiful women in male-dominated professions, Lara had always been dogged by rumours that she had slept her way to the top. This new cartoon would make people believe that the rumours were all true. As the saying goes, repeat the same lie often enough, and people will eventually come to believe it.
Once Sarah was done with her, Lara’s professional reputation would be so tarnished that no University or Museum would take her seriously. Lara would have no choice but to seek an ally: someone with enough wealth and influence to make her academic aspirations possible; someone who had recently purchased several Museums, and had acquired a seat on the Oxford University Board of Trustees; someone who could give Lara everything she’d ever wanted – an Honorary Doctorate in Archaeology and a teaching position at Oxford University. And in return, this person would steer Lara’s archaeological endeavours towards seeking items of particular interest to them, which Lara would then gratefully loan or sell to the Museums that this person owned. Lady Sarah smiled. Being loved was good, but being indispensable was so much better!
Meanwhile, Lara was blissfully unaware of Lady Sarah’s web closing in around her, and dutifully followed Sam into the photo area. Unlike the last Gaming Convention Lara had attended, there was no large green screen behind her. Sam’s online research had found that most people preferred photos that showed the event they were attending in the background, rather than a digitally altered photo that could have been taken anywhere. The roped-off photo area was set off to one side, in the central floor area between the stalls. The line of fans queuing up to get their photo taken curved around the photo area in a U-shape, which was done deliberately. As Lara posed with the first group of fans at the front of the photo area, the fans queuing up behind her got an amazing view of Lara’s bare ass.
Sam’s camera sat at head height on a tripod, to capture the Tomb Raider stalls and fans in the background. Lara smiled at the camera and assumed a classic superheroine pose: one leg forward, body angled, chin up, chest out, with one hand resting on her hip and the other resting on her upper thigh. The first group of four men, aged in their early twenties, pushed in on either side of her. The closest pair couldn’t help but glance down at Lara’s large breasts, which were practically naked beneath her mesh crop top. Sam grinned as she took the photo. The men typed their email addresses into a tablet computer on a stand, so they could receive digital copies of their photo with Lara, while the next couple came forward.
Several of the men tried to thank her for posing with them, but it was far too loud for Lara to hear what they were saying. The atmosphere of the Convention Centre was deafening, like a nightclub or sports stadium. She did hear a group of particularly loud fans shouting above the din – “We love you, Lara!” Lara managed to lipread enough to know that her fans were excited to be there, and grateful that she was taking the time to pose for photos with them. It tickled Lara’s ego to know that all these thousands of screaming fans were there to see her! Sam saw Lara looking around and gave her a thumbs-up of encouragement. Lara smiled and waved at the screaming fans around her, while the next group of fans came forward.
The next group consisted of only two fans, who were aged in their mid-twenties and looked like they were boyfriend and girlfriend. The girl was very fit and obviously proud of her body, and she was cosplaying as Lara Croft. Sam thought it was hilarious that the female fan’s slutty Tomb Raider outfit was nowhere near as revealing as the one Lara herself was wearing, but Lara seemed not to notice. Unlike the previous group of fans, who were Tomb Raider gamers, this pair were subscribed to Lara’s Onlyfans. As such, their expectation for what Lara would find acceptable behaviour was somewhat broader.
As Lara stepped between them to pose, both the man and woman reached around and presumptuously placed their hands on the exposed flesh of Lara’s thong-clad ass. Many of the queuing fans eyes widened, as they expected Lara to object or for the security guards to intervene, but neither of those things happened. Lara didn’t react at all to this indignity and smiled pleasantly for the camera, while the photo was taken. The other fans in line saw this and excitedly concluded that this was acceptable behaviour. More fans shuffled forward in groups of two to six, with the few solo people grouped together to save time. None of the photos took longer than 10 or 20 seconds, and while Sam was taking photos of Lara from the front, at least 50 phone cameras were continuously photographing closeups of Lara’s sexy butt-plugged ass from behind.
With Lara’s apparent acceptance of being groped, the dam burst, and soon all of her fans were doing it. The next group also groped her ass, and the group after that even went so far as to grab her breasts. Again, Lara didn’t react and smiled professionally for the camera. No, Sam thought, not professionally: that word was too dispassionate. Lara looked happy to be receiving so much love and attention from her fans. Lady Sarah had spent the last 7 months systematically undermining Lara’s self-confidence: Lara’s belief in her physical abilities had been shattered by her humiliating defeat at the hands of Konstantine and his men; Lara’s trust in her judgement was shaken by how quickly her allies had abandoned her; and she even had cause to doubt her own moral goodness, because of her perceived abandonment of Jonah and the other prisoners in Siberia. Lara was left feeling constantly anxious and insecure, and increasingly dependent on external approval.
Lara’s sense of propriety was also much diminished. At the last Gaming Convention, she’d had the decency to feel embarrassed by her slutty Tomb Raider costume, but no longer. Since then, Lara had worn far less and done far worse, so her revealing clothes and handsy fans didn’t cause her any distress. In fact, thanks to her enforced social isolation and her diminished sense of self-worth, Lara welcomed all the attention she was receiving. In her twisted mind, being groped and perved at was a compliment, not an indignity. As the line progressed, Lara’s fans became more brazen in their poses, and soon Lara was being openly groped by everyone that posed with her.
A group of three men posed, with two of them squeezing her buttocks from either side, while the third cupped her breasts from behind. The next group of four men posed on either side of her, with the front pair kneeling and reaching their hands up between her legs, to rest on her inner thighs, while the second pair stood behind them and groped her breasts. Lara’s tits and ass seemed to get the most attention, although many fans also enjoyed caressing her naked thighs, stomach, and lower back as well. Even the women got into the action, going so far as to pinch her nipples through her top and rub her pussy through her thong. Lara’s public image was now that of a shameless slut, and her fans had enthusiastically embraced the change.
After just over an hour of posing for photos, Sam called a halt. The fans at the front of the line were visibly upset, but were mollified when a security guard went around handing out place numbers, while assuring them that they wouldn’t lose their place in the queue when Lara returned. By this time, social media was inundated with salacious pics of Lara shamelessly posing in her slutty Tomb Raider outfit. Ordinarily, such revealing photos would have been censored and demonetized, but despite numerous complaints from other content creators over this clear double standard, the photographs of Lara stayed up. This special treatment was a direct result of Sarah Green owning large shareholdings in all the major social media platforms, and having blackmail material on most of their senior executives.
A circle of Convention Centre security guards escorted Lara and Sam through the dense concentration of fans crowding around her. The fans were visibly excited, as if they knew something that Lara didn’t. Unknown to Lara, Sam had advertised that Lara would be filming a livestream event for her Onlyfans channel at the Gaming Convention today, which would involve contest winners from her Tomb Raider Game. Everyone was excited to see what Lara would do. Would it be a striptease on stage, or perhaps a live sex show, using one of the oversized horse dildos that Lara had become famous for? What role would the contest winners play? No one knew, and everyone was giddy with anticipation.
While Sam led Lara backstage to freshen-up and hydrate, an announcement was made via loudspeaker for fans to scan the QR codes that were being displayed at all the stalls. As people scanned the QR code with their smartphone cameras, it logged them into a special guest page on Lara’s Onlyfans page, where they could watch Lara’s upcoming livestream. Sam had given serious consideration to setting up projectors for Lara’s first public performance; but she had decided instead to use a free one-time QR code for the Gaming Convention attendees, since this had the added benefit of bumping up Lara’s livestream numbers and directing more people to her Onlyfans page. Soon everyone was busily scanning the QR codes and waiting for the show to begin.
Sam led Lara inside a small wooden room, which was about 10-feet long and wide – not much larger than a prison cell – but with a higher ceiling, so it didn’t feel claustrophobic. The room was not part of the Convention Centre, and had been purpose-built from plywood and drywall. The exterior of the room was bare wood, but on the inside were white-painted walls, a plush white carpet – to make it more comfortable for Lara’s knees – and professional shadowless downlights. The space inside was completely empty, except for a ceiling-mounted boom camera and a small hole at the far end of the room.
The gloryhole was setup just below waist height, approximately 4-inches-wide and surrounded by soft black padding. Sam walked over to the boom-mounted camera and checked her equipment. The stabilised boom arm was a scaled-down version of the robotic arms in Sam’s photo studio, and the camera was a more compact design, to allow it to manoeuvre in the confined space. Sam hit the record button on the camera, and then checked the livestream on her smartphone, to make sure it was transmitting properly.
“We’re live!” Sam said, pointing the camera at Lara.
On the other side of the wall, a red light changed to green, and a moment later, Lara saw a smaller-than-average-sized penis push through the gloryhole. Lara was not so innocent that she didn’t know what a gloryhole was. The entire situation felt surreal. She should have felt ashamed or embarrassed, but all she felt was horny as hell. Lara hadn’t had an opportunity to masturbate all day, and now that she was alone with Sam, she immediately unclipped her thigh holsters and unbuckled her gun belt. Lara slid her thong and gun belt down off her hips and then allowed gravity to carry them down to the floor. The audience outside, watching on their smartphones, cheered as Lara stepped out of her thong and belt, and knelt down in front of the gloryhole.
In the soft lighting of the gloryhole room, wearing nothing but her black mesh crop top and knee-high stripper boots, Lara looked unbelievably sexy – like every man’s dirty fantasy brought to life. Lara wasted no time taking the protruding cock inside her mouth. She heard a contented groan from the other side of the wall, as she slid her lips and tongue up and down the shaft in front of her. The first cock wasn’t long enough to reach all the way into Lara’s throat, but she took it as deeply as she could – pressing her lips all the way to the wall and making a soft gulping sound, as the tip of the cock tickled her tonsils. Lara knew that Sam was watching her, and she felt a familiar twinge of excitement, which she always got from performing sexual acts in front of Sam.
Lara’s left hand snaked down between her legs, and Lara felt a tingle of arousal, as she masturbated in front of her best friend. After about a minute of bobbing her head up and down on the cock, Lara heard a low moan come from the other side of the gloryhole. Moments later, she felt warm cum spurting against the back of her throat. Lara reflexively swallowed like a pro, not spilling a single drop of cum from the rapidly softening cock. When she had sucked it dry, the spent cock withdrew and was immediately replaced with by fresh one. Lara wrapped her lips around the new cock, which was slightly larger-than-average, and pushed forward, until she felt it penetrate her throat. While she bobbed her mouth up and down on the cock, Lara massaged the man’s balls with her free hand.
Sam circled around to Lara’s left for a side profile shot, and livestreamed the video of Lara on her knees, rubbing herself while sucking an anonymous cock at the gloryhole. The previously deafening Convention Centre floor was now almost completely silent. All conversation had ceased, and the only sound that could be heard was the indecent “Gluk, Gluk, Gluk” sounds echoing from thousands of smartphone speakers, as everyone stared at the closeup view of Lara’s slender throat stretching open around the cock penetrating her mouth.
Lara tirelessly bobbed her head up and down the cock in her mouth, while she rubbed herself and fondled his balls. Once again, the anonymous man on the other side of the gloryhole didn’t last long, and with a muffled moan, Lara felt his warm cum pumping down her throat. The cock withdrew and a fresh cock was presented to her. Lara swallowed it without hesitation, while continuing to rub her wet pussy towards orgasm. On the other side of the wall, the 20 contest winners of the Tomb Raider Game Promotion waited excitedly for their turn with her. Each man had put thousands of hours into the Tomb Raider game, completing every major quest and side quest and collecting every magical artifact.
Their reward for this dedication was a $10,000 cash prize, a 12-month subscription to Lara’s Onlyfans, accommodation and return flights for two to London for the Gaming Convention, and a special VIP visit with Lara Croft. The men had assumed the VIP visit would be an autograph signing, until they were given medical referrals for STI tests and asked to sign consent wavers. Then they learned that they would be taking part in one of Lara Croft’s Onlyfans livestreams, as participants in her first public gloryhole event. Needless to say, all of them were thrilled at the prospect of getting sucked-off by their idol, Lara Croft, the world-famous Tomb Raider and one of the most beautiful women in the world.
Only one man reluctantly declined the offer, because he was married and didn’t want to cheat on his wife – or was afraid that his wife would find out. Lady Sarah instructed that the married man be given an additional $10,000, as compensation for his silence, and arranged for the twenty-first placeholder to take his spot. There were other married men amongst the group, but they were smart enough to keep the details of the gloryhole to themselves, and attended the Gaming Convention alone, while their wives went sightseeing around London.
Now those men were lining up on the other side of the wall, eagerly awaiting their turn to sample Lara’s impressive oral sex skills. The room they found themselves in was also purpose-built for this event, but it differed from Lara’s room in two respects: it was much larger, and the walls were decorated with life-sized glossy posters of Lara Croft, designed to remind them of the calibre of woman that was sucking them off. Any subscribers to Lara’s Onlyfans would have immediately recognised the posters from Lara’s earliest Onlyfans photoshoots, where she had modelled various skimpy thong bikinis and sexier versions of her classic Tomb Raider outfit. There were also a couple of more recent photos, taken from her Onlyfans catwalk performance, when she had walked the red carpet wearing only a pair of nipple pastiest, black high heels and a thong.
The men were too self-conscious to openly masturbate in front of each other; but every man standing in line was fully erect from staring at Lara’s sexy posters, while they waited for the real thing. After Lara swallowed her third load of cum for the afternoon, the line shuffled forward and the next man pushed his penis through the hole. Lara’s sexual skills had already become something of a legend in the adult film industry. Such was Lara’s fame that any male pornstar who worked with her was quickly invited to do podcasts and television interviews. Inevitably, they were asked how good Lara was at sex, and all of them answered that she was the most talented actress they’d ever worked with.
Unsurprisingly, none of the ordinary men lining up at the gloryhole lasted longer than a couple of minutes with her. By the time Lara finally felt her own orgasm approaching, she was already onto her fifth cock. Sam smiled behind the camera, as she watched her formerly proud and prudish best friend working the anonymous “Johns” at the gloryhole. Even in this act of sexual depravity, Lara unconsciously betrayed her posh upbringing: cupping the men’s balls as though she was cradling a snifter of brandy, and maintaining perfect posture, as if she was back at finishing school and had a textbook balancing on her head.
Sam had seen Lara orgasm enough times to recognise the signs that she was getting close. Sam moved in for a closeup of Lara’s face, positioning her camera above the gloryhole, looking down, to give the viewers a POV perspective. Lara’s fingers became a blur, as she strummed her clitoris like a guitar. Lara pulled her mouth from the cock she was sucking and grasped it with her free hand.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara moaned, as she orgasmed.
Lara continued stroking the cock off in her face, while outside on the Convention Centre floor, the audience cheered as Lara said her trademark catchphrase. Hearing the fan favourite catchphrase delivered in Lara’s posh upper-class accent broke the concentration of the man she was pleasuring, and his cock erupted like a firehose. Streams of cum jetted all over Lara’s face. The first two spurts exploded against Lara’s lips and chin, and the third spurt splattered against her nose, before she managed to get her mouth back over the cock and swallow the remaining spurts down her throat. The fans outside burst into thunderous applause, as they watched Lara receive her first facial of the livestream.
Lara reached up with her hand, intending to wipe her face, but Sam told her to leave it, and Lara obeyed her unthinkingly. With globs of sticky cum dripping down her face, Lara opened her cum-splattered lips swallowed the next cock to emerge from the gloryhole. Even though she had only just orgasmed, Lara immediately started rubbing herself again – like a drug addict chasing her next hit. Sam circled around Lara’s kneeling form, recording her performance from different angles, as she swallowed another four loads of cum.
“Look at the camera.” Sam told her.
Lara obeyed, pulling her mouth from the cock and looking up at Sam’s camera, while continuing to jerk it off with her free hand.
“Tell your fans who you are! Use your full Title!” Sam ordered.
Lara felt slightly uneasy using her former Title, since it now rightfully belonged to Lady Sarah, until she got it back at the end of the year; but Lady Sarah had told her it was fine to use during her livestreams.
“I’m Lady Lara Croft, the 11^th Countess of Abingdon, and the classiest girl on Onlyfans.” Lara said, looking directly into the camera.
Almost immediately, as if in response to Lara’s posh accent, the cock she was jerking off started ejaculating. Several spurts of cum splattered against Lara’s chest, drenching her mesh halter top; while weaker spurts dribbled down her fingers and forearm, like drips from a melting ice-cream. Lara was impressed by the volume of cum the men were producing, and wondered if they had saved it up for her. The thought of these men had abstained from sex with their wives or girlfriends, just so that they could be with her, gave Lara a strange thrill.
When the spent cock withdrew, Lara waited and then wrapped her lips around the fresh cock that replaced it. Moments later, the room was filled with the indecent sounds of “Gluk, Gluk, Gluk”, as Lara deepthroated the new cock like a pro. Sam looked away from the camera’s viewfinder and checked the Livestream stats on her phone.
“There’s over 2 million people watching you right now! This is your biggest show ever!” Sam said enthusiastically.
Once upon a time, the knowledge that 2 million people were watching her performing oral sex at a gloryhole would have filled Lara with shame; but now she felt nothing but excitement and arousal. The constant manipulation and gaslighting had warped Lara’s sense of reality, to the point that she had internalised every lie that Lady Sarah, Sam, and her friends were telling her: that being an Onlyfans model was empowering, that her self-worth was directly linked to how many subscribers she had, and that anyone who said otherwise was just jealous of her success. In a form of cognitive dissonance, Lara didn’t even consider herself to be a pornstar, even though she was filming adult videos on a daily basis.
Lara’s throat expanded like a boa constrictor, as her mouth slid up and down the cock in front of her. Incredibly, Lara was starting to get bored by the repetitiveness of the gloryhole, and the lack of attention that her other holes were getting. To keep herself amused, she started adding small flourishes to her technique: twisting her head from side to side and twirling her togue around the cock, as it passed through her mouth. She felt the cock in her mouth twitch and pressed her mouth right-up against his balls. Moments later, she felt warm cum spurting directly down her throat and into her stomach. So far, Lara had swallowed 9 loads of cum and taken 2 loads on her face, and she hadn’t even passed the 30-minute mark yet.
The line outside shuffled forward, and Lara swallowed the next cock that emerged from the hole in the wall. Lara’s consciousness shrunk down into a sort of tunnel vision: all she could smell was cum and sweat; all she could hear was the grunting of the men and the gulping noises coming from her own throat; all she could see was the cock in front of her; and all she could taste was the cock in her mouth and the cum sliding down her throat. Lara lost count of how many cocks she had sucked, but reckoned it must have been more than a dozen. Only Sam’s voice managed to penetrate her sexual fog.
“Ok Lara, I want you to jerk the next few off in your face!” Sam instructed.
Lara obeyed instinctively, and as soon as the cock she was sucking started to cum, she pulled it from her mouth and jerked it off all over her face.
“Close your eyes and smile!” Sam said, as she manoeuvred the camera directly over the gloryhole, giving the livestream audience another POV view of Lara’s face from above.
Lara closed her eyes and smiled serenely, as ropes of white cum splashed across her face like gooey streamers. Sticky lines of cum dripped down hair, cheeks and forehead, and oozed down her face like syrup. Lara opened her eyes, as the last few drops of cum dribble against her chin. The spent cock disappeared, and another pushed through the hole, which Lara swallowed immediately. Lara took another 3 loads of cum on her pretty face, but was unable to orgasm again, despite rubbing her pussy the entire time. And then, as suddenly as it began, the blowbang was over, and there were no more cocks to suck. In under an hour, Lara had swallowed 14 loads of cum and taken another 6 loads on her cum-drenched face.
“Come-on! I want to get some photos outside.” Sam ordered, deliberately rushing Lara about. “And don’t touch your face!”
Lara was distraught and flustered. Her chronic rubbing and teasing of her clitoris had failed to produce another orgasm, and all she had managed to do was edge herself into a sweaty mess of sexual frustration. But Sam’s word was law, and Lara was unconsciously programmed to obey her. Sam uncoupled the camera and Lara reluctantly stopped masturbating and followed her out of the room. She was so distracted by her horniness that she forgot to put her thong back on, and she was completely naked from the stomach down. With her face literally dripping with cum, Lara followed Sam out of the gloryhole room and back out onto the main Convention Centre Floor.
The livestream got a little bumpy, with Sam walking backwards to film, but the fans outside didn’t seem to mind. Everyone was staring at their smartphones in morbid fascination, watching Lara’s shameless slut-walk. Lara followed Sam in a dreamlike state, feeling light-headed and disoriented. When they finally emerged from the darkness, they were engulfed by the sounds of thunderous applause, as thousands of fans clapped and cheered. Cameras flashed from all around, as fans jostled to photograph and record her. Lara’s previous modelling experience kicked-on, and she instinctively started posing for fans – smiling and waving, and giving the appearance that she was proudly embracing her self-degradation.
The fans loved Lara’s new public image and swarmed around her. She and Sam were quickly surrounded by a circle of burley security guards, who held the screaming fans back and escorted the pair towards the roped-off photo area. Sam continued livestreaming, and placed her video camera on a second tripod, facing the photo area. The feedback from Lara’s fans was that they enjoyed behind-the-scenes videos of Lara’s activities, and a check of the livestream stats on Sam’s phone confirmed that most of the 2 million fans who had tuned-in for the livestream were still watching.
The photo sessions resumed, with groups of fans coming forward to have their photo taken with the legendary Tomb Raider. However, it was a far more bedraggled-looking Lara Croft that greeted them. Fresh from her livestreamed blowbang, which every one of the queuing fans had watched on their smartphones, Lara now looked decidedly sluttier than she had before. In fact, the whole vibe of the photos had shifted from sexy to sleazy.
Lara was practically naked, dressed only in a cum-stained mesh crop top, a pair of knee-high boots and a butt plug. Despite her lower body being completely exposed to the fans, Lara smiled and resumed posing for photos. Lara’s cum-drenched face resembled a glazed doughnut. Gravity had caused the rivers of cum oozing down her face to melt together into gooey white lake, and locks of her formerly pristine hair were glued to her skin in matted clumps. Even her breasts, visible through her mesh crop top, had a shiny wet sheen to them from the drying cum splattered across her chest.
The groups of fans came forward in groups of up to six at a time, but Lara’s slutty appearance made them far bolder than before. They had literally watched Lara suck off 20 guys at a gloryhole, and now she was here, half naked and wearing her cum facial like a trophy. What little etiquette or hesitancy her fans had shown before the livestream completely disappeared. The next group of five men brazenly placed their hands all over Lara’s body, squeezing her breasts and ass, and cupping her pussy. Lara smiled and posed for the photo, apparently indifferent to the obscene way her fans were manhandling her.
Things escalated, when a fan in the next group pushed a finger inside Lara’s pussy. Lara’s lower body squirmed slightly, but she continued to smile at the camera. The perverted fan walked away with a broad grin on his face, as he sniffed his finger. That seemed to open the floodgates, and soon the boldest fans from each group were shoving multiple fingers inside Lara’s dripping pussy, while she posed with them. Lara was so lost in her fog of sexual arousal, that she started subtly grinding her crotch into their fingers.
The fans watching became enraptured by Lara’s sexy performance, which everyone assumed was intentional and part of the show. Lara bit her lower lip and squirmed around sexily, while her fans groped her breasts, squeezed her ass and fingered her pussy. Sam noticed that at least half of the guys who fingered Lara’s pussy sniffed their fingers afterwards. Sam grinned. What was it about guys and sniffing fingers, she wondered? Each successive group edged Lara closer to orgasm, until she couldn’t take it anymore and started rubbing her own clit. Sam’s eyes widened in shock! Even she hadn’t expected Lara to masturbate so publicly, surrounded by thousands of people. It was the reason that Sam had arranged the gloryhole, but watching Lara go made Sam regret that decision.
Hundreds of phone cameras filmed Lara, as she vigorously rubbed her clit in front of them. A chant was taken-up by her loyal fans.
“Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!” They chanted, over and over again, until the interior of the Convention Centre sounded like a football stadium.
“I’m a dirty little slut.” Lara moaned as she came, but her words were swallowed by the loud chanting of her fans.
The fans surrounding the photo area erupted into raucous applause. Before Lara could dwell on the enormity of what she’d just done, Sam distracted her by sending another group of fans forward.
“Smile.” Sam ordered, and Lara immediately pushed any nagging doubts to the back of her mind, and resumed posing for photos.
Photos and videos of a cum-covered Lara Croft, masturbating and posing naked with fans, were posted all over social media. This time, the posts were age-restricted (even Lady Sarah didn’t have enough power to prevent that), but they remained up. Lara’s precious reputation went into freefall, even as her Onlyfans subscriber numbers exploded. It seemed that everyone wanted to see what crazy thing the beautiful Tomb Raider would do next.
The photo session continued, and the fans continued to finger Lara’s pussy, but Sam forbade her from masturbating again. Lara looked like she wanted to argue, but she obeyed Sam’s order. After another hour of posing for photos with her adoring fans, the session was finally called to a halt. Sam ended the livestream and led Lara backstage through the maze of tunnels, to the rear entrance where Lady Sarah’s Rolls Royce was parked. Lara was still naked from the stomach down, and all the Convention Centre staff backstage stopped to stare at her, as she walked past. Even her security detail was no longer being covert in their attention, and were openly perving on her naked body. Everyone had just seen Lara Croft masturbate in front of thousands of people, so they figured she must enjoy the attention.
Lady Sarah was waiting at the open rear passenger door of the Rolls Royce, with one final test for Lara. As Lara bent to sit in the car, Lady Sarah stopped her.
“Not until you clean yourself. I don’t want you getting my car dirty.” Lady Sarah told her, while holding out a box of wet wipes.
As Lara wiped the drying cum from her body, face and hair, Lady Sarah watched her facial expressions, looking for any signs of embarrassment. Lara’s cheeks were flushed, but not from embarrassment, Lady Sarah realised – it was from arousal! Lara was quite worked-up from all the fingering she had received from her fans, but Sam had forbidden her to masturbate again, so now she was desperate for another orgasm. Lady Sarah stood silently thinking for several moments, and then made her decision.
“Sam, I think you should travel back with us.” Lady Sarah said.
Sam looked confused. That wasn’t part of the plan they had discussed.
“I really think should pack up the camera equipment.” Sam replied, thinking of the tens of thousands of dollars’ worth of recording and streaming equipment she had left behind.
“I’ll have my people do it. It’s very important that you come back with us now!” Lady Sarah insisted.
Sam looked at Sarah quizzically, but then she nodded and climbed into the Rolls Royce. Lady Sarah gestured for Lara to climb in next, and then Sarah got in and shut the door behind her. On the trip back to Abingdon, Lara felt like she was literally going to die! The fans had gotten her all riled up, but she couldn’t finish what they started, because she was sandwiched in between Sam and Lady Sarah. Lara tried everything she could think of to take her mind off how wet and horny she was feeling: she squeezed her thighs together, she clenched and unclenched her hands, and she tapped her foot against the floor.
Lady Sarah must have seen how fidgety she was, because she reached into her handbag and handed Lara her oversized digital wristwatch. Lara thanked her, touched by how considerate it was of Lady Sarah to remember to bring it. Lara checked the time on the intermittently flickering display, and saw to her dismay that they wouldn’t be home in time for her afternoon playroom session. Lara wanted to cry! She felt so sexually pent-up and was in desperate need for some relief. Unknown to Lara, as she reflexively glanced down at her watch again, the flickering display was flashing subliminal images of her getting fucked with horse dildos in the playroom.
While Lara stared at her watch, as if willing their 2-hour drive back to Abingdon to be over, Lady Sarah surreptitiously used a custom app on her smartphone to change to subliminal images on Lara’s watch. After a short delay, Lara unknowingly found herself looking at photos of her in the playroom, getting fisted by Sam. These photos weren’t of the same high quality as the ones that Sam had taken, since they were digitally-zoomed closeups from the hidden security cameras in the playroom, but they had the desired effect.
Within minutes, Lara seemed to get even more restless. She started squirming around in her seat, like she had ants in her pants, while casting furtive glances at Sam. Lara found herself staring at Sam’s hands and was imagining what it would feel like to have on of them inside her. Sam looked at her and Lara turned away, blushing with shame and arousal. By the time they arrived back at Green Manor (formerly Croft Manor), Lara was a sweaty horny mess. It was just after 5.00pm, and all Lara could think about was how much she needed to masturbate! Lady Sarah, however, had other plans for her.
“Lara, I realise it’s later than normal, but I’d still like you to report to the basement.” Lady Sarah told her.
Lara reacted like a child receiving her dream present on Christmas morning.
“Yes, my Lady!” Lara answered enthusiastically, unable to hid her relief and excitement.
While Lara rushed towards the elevator that led to the “servant’s entrance” to the basement, Sarah and Sam walked around to the “main entrance.” Sam found the irony quite delicious: Countess Lara Croft being forced to use the servant’s entrance in her own house, while everyone else got to use the fancy main entrance. They walked around the corner, to a partially hidden side door that Lara never paid any attention to, even before her year of slavery. The door had once been used by servants, to unload foodstuffs directly into the larders underneath Croft Manor; but now it was being used by Lara’s “guests”, to come and go without being seen.
They walked down a white marble staircase, to a thick electronically-locked steel door. As she had done every day since arriving at Lara’s home, Sam entered the code and the door slid open. The space on the other side seemed incongruously luxurious, compared to the modesty of the entrance outside. They found themselves standing in a long gallery, which functioned as the impressive entryway to the expensively renovated basement level. There was a long red carpet leading down a wide corridor, with large portraits hanging on either side, illuminated like a fancy art gallery.
The first dozen portraits were paintings of Lara’s ancestors, the previous Earls and Countesses of Abingdon; but about halfway down the gallery, the nature of the portraits abruptly changed. The first portrait of Lara was titled, “Lara Croft, the 11^th Countess of Abingdon”; but unlike the previous portraits, which showed the former Earls and Countesses in all their finery, this portrait showed Lara reclining on an antique sofa, completely naked and with her legs splayed lewdly apart. Next to it was another painting titled, “The Countess and her loyal butler”, which showed a naked Lara masturbating with a large green cucumber, while receiving a cum facial from an unseen man (presumably her butler).
On the opposite wall was a painting titled, “The Countess entertains her guests”, which showed a naked Lara surrounded by a crowd of faceless tuxedo-wearing guests, who were watching three more faceless men fucking her pussy, ass and mouth. The painting next to it was a more recent addition, and had become Sam’s favourite: it was titled, “The Countess travels to Africa”. This painting showed Lara in the middle of an African village, getting double penetrated by two black tribesmen and jerking-off two more tribesmen over her face, while surrounded by hundreds more tribesmen, all waiting for their turn.
Sam followed Sarah through the large double doors at the end of the gallery, which led into the lounge area. Lady Sarah had spared no expense in fitting-out the space to a standard that could rival the finest luxury hotels. There was a long bar, with hundreds of bottles of expensive champaign, wines and spirits on display, along with a seating area filled with plush lounges, and half-a-dozen self-contained changing rooms, each with its own toilet, dressing table and shower. An impeccably dressed middle-aged man in a black suit and tie stood up from behind the bar.
“My Lady, I wasn’t expecting you.” Hillory said.
Hillory acted as the lounge’s bartender and concierge, looking after the guests outside the playroom, while Sam directed events inside. The Charity guests seemed to love having him around: he was well-mannered and well-spoken; he gave impeccable service and he had the sort of posh and obsequious voice that made the guests feel important. In fact, Hillory was a fully-trained butler, and Lady Sarh was grooming him to takeover Winston’s role, now that she had manoeuvred Lara’s elderly butler out of the picture.
“Last minute change of plans.” Lady Sarah replied.
“Should I expect any more guests to arrive?” Hillory asked.
Lady Sarah shook her head. “No, it’ll just be the two of us.” Lady Sarah said.
“Very good, my Lady.” Hillory answered, and then resumed cleaning glasses behind the bar.
Lady Sarah and Sam entered separate changerooms and changed into luxurious white robes and slippers, before meeting again in the lounge. Sam retrieved her headset and controller from an alcove next to the steel playroom door. When Lady Sarah nodded that she was ready, Sam pressed a button on the controller and the steel double-doors slid open. Sam stepped into the familiar large white playroom, which had a double-height ceiling and was flooded with diffused lighting. As she expected, Lara was completely naked and being held spreadeagled in midair by half-a-dozen mechanical arms.
The arms were smooth and silver-coloured, and looked like they could have been modelled after the robotic arms used by Doctor Octavious in the Spiderman movies. One arm held Lara’s head immobile, inside a sensory deprivation helmet that robbed her of sight and hearing. Four more arms were clamped onto Lara’s wrists and ankles, and the last arm was clamped around her slender waist, which prevented her body from moving more than a couple of inches in any direction. Lady Sarah explained her plans to Sam. Sam was excited, but also fearful of pushing Lara too far, too fast. She didn’t want to risk undoing the progress they’d already made, but Lady Sarah was adamant.
Sam pressed a sequence of buttons on her controller, and the robotic arms jerked to life, manoeuvring Lara’s body into a doggy position on all-fours, but suspended a foot off the ground. Sam and Lady Sarah each strapped-on a Futa Belt and got to work. For the next hour, Lady Sarah and Sam took turns fucking Lara’s mouth and ass with 10-inch-long strap-on dildos. Unlike previous occasions, they did not progress to the larger horse dildos, and Lara’s pussy was strictly off limits. Sam could see Lara was getting more and more frustrated, as the continuous double-fucking was clearly turning her on, but she was being denied the stimulus she needed to orgasm. Lara started to beg pitifully.
“Please, fuck my pussy!”
“Why won’t you fuck my pussy?”
“At least use a bigger dildo in my ass!”
“Please! You can keep fucking my ass! Just please put something in my pussy as well!”
Finally, when Lady Sarah judged that Lara was sufficiently motivated, it was time. She nodded to Sam, who activated the boom-mic on her headset.
“Would you like me to fist you, Lara?” Sam asked.
“Yes, please fist me! I need it so bad!” Lara pleaded.
Lara believed that the voice she was hearing was just a synthesised copy of Sam’s voice, but it turned her on to secretly pretend that it was really Sam in the playroom with her. For some reason, the thought of being sexually abused by her best friend was very arousing for her. Lara didn’t like to dwell on why that might be, or what implications it might have for their friendship. Sam pressed another sequence of buttons on the controller. The arms jerked to life and manoeuvred Lara into a reclined sitting position, with her legs spread apart, as though she was sitting in an invisible childbirth chair.
Sam handed the controller to Lady Sarah, and squirted lubricant over the fingers of both hands. Lara waited in silence and darkness, praying that her cruel orgasm denial was finally coming to an end. Lara moaned with pleasure, as she felt four fingers pushing inside her asshole. She relaxed her sphincter and the fingers pushed in up to the knuckles. They were soon joined by a thumb, and then the entire hand speared inside her stretched-open asshole, up to the wrist. Lara heard Sam’s voice giggle through the speakers in her helmet, and blushed with both shame and arousal.
“My, my, look how loose you’ve become!” Sam said, as she pumped her arm in and out of Lara’s rapidly loosening asshole, forcing it deeper inside.
Lara moaned, as she felt Sam’s hand snaking deeper inside her bowels. With the sensory deprivation helmet depriving her of any auditory or visual stimulus, Lara became hyperaware of the physical sensations inside her body. She could feel her sphincter being stretched open wide around Sam’s forearm, as it slid elbow-deep inside her asshole; she could feel Sam’s hand squeezing into her cramped colon, forcing it to expand outwards around her knuckles; and she could feel Sam’s delicate fingers teasing and probing at the entrance to her intestines. Lara could feel everything Sam was doing to her, but it still wasn’t enough to satisfy her!
“Please! Fist my pussy as well! I need to cum so bad!” Lara shouted wantonly, as her last shreds of self-respect were overwhelmed by her need to finally orgasm.
Sam pushed the fingers of her other hand together and speared them into Lara’s once-tight pussy. Lara felt her pussy lips stretch open around Sam’s fingers and thumb, before swallowing her hand up to the wrist. Lara shivered with delight, as she felt her cramped pussy stretch outwards around Sam’s hand. She felt wonderfully tight and full, as Sam’s hands pushed against each other through the thin walls separating her pussy and asshole. Lara was so close to cuming, but then she realised that Sam wasn’t moving. Something was wrong!
“Please, Sam! Fist me! I’m a dirty slut! Fist me hard!” Lara pleaded.
Lady Sarah pressed a button on the controller, and suddenly the sensory deprivation helmet lifted off Lara’s head. Lara looked down to see who was fisting her, and found herself staring at her best friend, Sam. Lara felt so many conflicting emotions: shock, excitement, disbelief, arousal, and uncertainty about what would happen next. Her mind was filled with so many questions: Why was Sam here? Had Lady Sarah told her about the Slave Contract? Was this the first time Sam had been down here, or had the synthesised voice in Lara’s helmet been Sam all along? Why was Sam helping Lady Sarah?
“Do you want me to stop?” Sam asked.
This was the moment of truth. Would Lara be ruled by her inquisitive mind or her physical desires?
“No! Fist me, Sam! Fist me hard!” Lara begged.
Sam grinned at her and started pumping both of her arms in and out of Lara’s pussy and asshole.
“Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!” Lara screamed wantonly.
The room was filled with obscene squelching noises, as Sam speared her hands in and out of Lara’s stretched holes. Lara could feel pussy and asshole distending outwards around Sam’s invading hands, until both holes resembled fleshy gaping waterslides.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lara screamed, as her love juice streamed down her inner thighs and Sam’s forearms.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara moaned less than a minute later, as she orgasmed powerfully from Sam’s double fisting.
Lara’s entire body shuddered, as she came. Sam punched her fists into Lara’s pussy and asshole several more times, as deeply as they would go, before finally pulling them out and leaving both of Lara’s holes gaping open almost 2-inches-wide. When Lara came back down from the ecstasy of her incredible orgasm, she regained her senses and the butterflies in her stomach returned.
“Sam, why are you here?” Lara asked, while blushing furiously.
“Helping you orgasm, of course! It’s obvious you need it!” Sam replied, as if she was talking about something as mundane as giving Lara a lift.
Lara blushed with embarrassment. She had been in dire need of orgasming, but that still didn’t explain why Sam was here.
“Why are you in the playroom?” Lara asked, hating how calling it that made Lara sound like she was a willing participant in the depravity that took place inside.
“Because I know about your Slave Contract with Sarah, and I wanted to help.” Sam answered, smiling broadly.
“Help? She’s been blackmailing me!” Lara retorted.
“I think you mean bribed, since she is paying you a lot of money.” Sam quipped.
“It’s not like that… she tricked me into signing… I was desperate!” Lara rambled.
Sam held up a hand. She wasn’t buying Lara’s excuses. She’d seen the way Lara had behaved during her tribal gangbang in Africa, and she knew how much money Lara had sitting in her escrow account earning interest.
“Nonsense! You signed that contract because you secretly wanted to! If you needed money, you could have gotten a job modelling or on television! We both know you’re beautiful and famous enough for it – but instead, you decided to skip that entirely and go straight to being a sex slave? Give me a break!” Sam retorted.
“It’s not like that!” Lara countered weakly, but even she wasn’t convinced by her denials.
Lara’s mind filled with questions and doubt. Why did she agree to Lady Sarah’s indecent proposal so quickly, she wondered? Did she secretly want to be treated like this?
“No! I did it for the money. No other reason!” Lara insisted.
Lara blushed with embarrassment at basically admitting to Sam that she was no better than a prostitute. Just then, Lady Sarah stepped out from behind Lara and made her presence known.
“I didn’t come up with the idea of a Sex Slave Contract – you did, all those years ago, when we were at boarding school together.” Lady Sarah lied. “You once told me back then that your two most secret sexual fantasies were to get gangbanged by an entire village of black tribesmen, and to be made a sex slave and be used by all your former friends.” Lady Sarah said convincingly.
Lara’s eyes widened in shock. Had she really confided that to Lady Sarah, all those years ago? It didn’t seem likely that she would have forgotten a conversation like that, but then how did Lady Sarah know about her secret African gangbang fantasy? Sarah’s gaslighting cast even more doubt into Lara’s mind. Maybe being a sex slave really was her secret fantasy? Why else had she agreed to go along with it? Lady Sarah continued.
“I love you, Lara, and I just want you to be happy – but you need to stop lying and accept yourself for who you are.” Lady Sarah told her.
Lara was almost convinced, but then she remembered the one thing that she treasured more than money, which Lady Sarah had stolen from her.
“No! You tricked me into this! You’re trying to steal my Title!” Lara shouted.
Lara braced herself for the inevitable punishment she’d receive for her outburst, but what happened next was far worse! Lady Sarah’s eyes welled-up, and she ran from the room in tears. Lara felt sick, like she had just been punched in the stomach.
“Lara! How could you be so cruel, after everything Sarah’s done for you?” Sam said accusingly.
“Everything she’s done for me? She replaced me as the Countess of Abingdon, and made me a servant in my own home!” Lara retorted.
Sam looked really pissed off. “Sarah’s been planning a surprise birthday party for you! She was planning to give you back your Title early, as a surprise birthday gift – and now you’ve ruined it!” Sam said angrily.
Lara felt foolish and deflated. Worse than that, she felt ungrateful! Sam reached for the controller that Lady Sarah had dropped, and pressed some buttons. The robotic arms suddenly placed Lara on the ground and released her from their unbreakable grip. Lara landed with a confused look on her face. She felt like she was going insane. Everything she thought she knew had been turned upside down. Lara thought that Lady Sarah was her enemy, but now she was learning that she was actually Lara’s friend, and she was doing exactly what Lara had asked all those years ago.
Lara started to question every part of her relationship with Sarah, seeing it in a different light. Lara believed that Sarah had tricked and manipulated her, yet look at the results: Lara was richer and more famous than she had ever been before; Croft Manor was renovated to a standard that Lara could have only dreamed of; and Lara felt more sexually fulfilled than at any time in her life. And now she’d learned that Lady Sarah wasn’t even trying to steal her Title. Lara felt like a fool. She had been wrong about everything.
Lara thought back to the brief time she had spent with Sarah, back in boarding school – a time filled with joy and love for the romantically inexperienced Lara, before she had pushed Sarah away. She said she loved me, Lara thought suddenly! Lara’s heart swelled with joy, and then she felt a pit open in her stomach, as she remembered her own rude outburst.
“I have to go and apologise!” Lara told Sam, before running out of the playroom, through the servant’s entrance.
Lara didn’t bother to dress, and she ran at a speed bordering on panic. She rode the elevator up to the ground floor and then ran up the stairs to the second level, taking them two at a time. She found Lady Sarah in the master bedroom, sitting on the bed and sobbing into her hands. Lara ran to her and embraced her.
“I’m so sorry I said those things! I love you too! Please, forgive me!” Lara said, stroking her hair and holding her close.
Lady Sarah kept crying, in a performance worthy of an Oscar-winning actress, and turned her face away, to hide her evil smile.
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