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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 59090 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- 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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Forty-two weeks have passed since Lady Lara Croft, facing an embarrassing bankruptcy, signed a one-year sex slave contract with her former childhood friend, in return of a financial bailout. Publicly, Lara signed over her noble Title to Sarah as a publicity stunt to raise money for Charity. Lady Sarah became the new Countess of Abingdon, and Lara assumed the role of her live-in maid. However, in private, Lara became little more than a sex slave, serving the perverted whims of the new Countess, and being passed around by her former friends and even complete strangers. After months of social isolation and psychological conditioning, Lara was manipulated into becoming first an Onlyfans model, and then a pornstar. As a reward, Sarah returned Lara’s Title of Countess of Abingdon as a birthday present. Since then, Lara has been on an emotional high; but unbeknownst to her, videos of her 280-man African Gangbang and her 300-person birthday gangbang were posted to her Onlyfans page, forever cementing her reputation as a slutty pornstar. Lara’s fall from high society is complete, and now the only question is how much lower she’ll sink before her year of slavery ends.
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Lara awoke and glanced over at the dressing table clock: it read 7.15am. Lara smiled contentedly and stretched languidly under the bedcovers. After months of being forced to wake up at 5.00am every morning, being able to sleep-in until 8.00am was the most delicious luxury imaginable. Lara considered rolling over and going back to sleep, but as often happened these days, she awoke feeling incredibly horny. Lara glanced across at the still sleeping form of Mistress Sarah, curled-up under the blankets, and grinned. Lara quietly climbed out of bed and padded over to the bathroom, where she removed her 2.25-inch-wide butt plug and vibrating egg. The stainless-steel butt plug was a gift from Mistress Sarah and had an expensive Swarovski Crystal set into the 1.5-inch-wide base; the egg-shaped vibrator was programmed to act as an alarm clock, but Lara was so used to waking-up early that she rarely needed it these days.
Lara used the toilet and applied lubricant to her pussy and asshole, and then crept back into the bedroom. Mistress Sarah stirred but did no awaken. Lara silently pulled back the sheets and gently climbed between her Mistress’s legs. Sarah moaned sleepily, as Lara licked her clit. Lara kept licking, while running her hands up and down Sarah’s naked body. Mistress Sarah told Lara that even though the slave contract was still in effect, now that Lara was a Countess again, it didn’t seem right to make her sleep naked while she was clothed. Lara had assumed this meant she would get to wear clothes to bed again, after nine and a half months of being forced to sleep in the nude. Instead, Mistress Sarah now slept in the nude as well, and Lara discovered that she liked this outcome even better!
Mistress Sarah was starting to wake-up, and moaned sweetly, as Lara greedily lapped at her pussy. She tried to close her legs, but Lara used her superior strength to pry Sarah’s thighs apart. Sarah squirmed and struggled, but Lara was all over her like a love-starved puppy, licking and slurping. Mistress Sarah was fully awake now.
“Stop! Five more minutes! Five more minutes!” Mistress Sarah giggled, trying and failing to make herself sound serious and authoritative.
While Lara pleasured Mistress Sarah’s pussy with her mouth, her hands explored every inch of Mistress Sarah’s slender body – tickling and teasing, caressing and squeezing. Lara loved Mistress Sarah’s body, and over the last 9 months, she’d gotten to know it almost as well as her own. Both women were incredibly beautiful, but in many ways, they were exact opposites. Sarah was 5’7” tall, with long blonde hair, blue eyes and pale white skin. She had small but perky B-cup breasts, and the long legs and slender build of a ballerina. In contrast, Lara was 2-inches taller that Sarah and much more voluptuous, with large D-cup breasts, a curvy heart-shaped ass, long brown hair and flawless sun-tanned skin, giving her the athletic look of a swimsuit model.
Lara’s prominent tattoos only served the emphasise the differences between them. If they had been cartoons, Sarah would have been a beautiful Disney Princess, and Lara would have been a succubus painted onto the side of a custom chopper motorcycle. They were like fire and ice. Mistress Sarah exuded class and elegance, whereas Lara oozed raw sex appeal.
“Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!” Mistress Sarah moaned, as Lara’s talented mouth and tongue gave her a mind-shattering orgasm.
Lara tasted Mistress Sarah’s sweet love juice and then walked sensual kisses up her stomach and over her breasts, pausing to playfully bite each nipple, before finally arriving at her mouth. Mistress Sarah started to say something, but Lara cut her off with a passionate kiss. Lara pressed her lips forcefully against Sarah’s and explored her Mistress’s open mouth with her tongue. Mistress Sarah reciprocated the French kiss and wrapped her arms around Lara’s neck, pulling her into a loving embrace. Lara pressed her naked body against Mistress Sarah’s, enjoying the softness and warmth of her skin, before finally breaking-off the kiss.
“Time to get up, lazy bones!” Lara said, grinning mischievously.
“You are in so much trouble!” Mistress Sarah said sternly, although she couldn’t stop a smile from creeping across her face.
It was a game they played, and they both seemed to enjoy it. On cue, Lara turned around and got down onto all fours on the bed.
“Then I guess you’d better punish me!” Lara replied, smiling over her shoulder and shaking her ass from side-to-side.
Mistress Sarah smiled back at her, and then smacked Lara’s ass hard with her hand, leaving a faint red handprint. Lara yelped in surprise, but then smiled and bit her lip with anticipation. Sarah walked over to the dressing table and retrieved her custom Futa Belt. This new Futa Belt was an upgrade of the original prototype. It still sported two large tentacle dildos, each placed one above the other for double penetration, but now the tentacles were now twice as long. Each tentacle dildo was 24-inches-long, with a tapered shape that was half-an-inch-wide at the tip and gradually thickened to 3-inches-wide at the base. The previous tentacle dildos had flopped around flaccidly, but somehow these much longer tentacles – which were 6-inches longer than the enormous horse dildos she used in the playroom – remained fully erect.
Mistress Sarah strapped the Futa Belt into position and rubbed a generous amount of lubricant over the tentacles. Then she climbed onto the bed behind Lara. Sarah grinned, when she saw Lara’s wet pussy and open asshole winking at her from between Lara’s athletic ass cheeks. She loved the physical changes that she had inflicted upon Lara’s exquisite body. Lara’s elastic pussy was constantly moist with arousal, and capable of stretching open around the thickest horse dildos without any preparation; and months of continues fisting and oversized butt plugs had left Lara’s tight anus with a permanent finger-sized gape. Sarah smiled with delight!
Of all the changes to Lara’s body, including her slutty tattoos, Sarah loved Lara’s gaping asshole the most! The sight of Lara’s wide-open asshole seemed so out-of-place on a beautiful, high-born noblewoman like Lara Croft. Sarah found it obscenely erotic: like a visual reminder that Lara was now nothing but a well-used whore, and she was literally open for business. Mistress Sarah carefully lined-up the tips of each tentacle with the entrances to Lara’s pussy and asshole, and then thrust inside her. Without being prompted, Lara unconsciously arched her ass back, to enable her holes to be impaled more deeply. Mistress Sarah grinned and licked her lips with anticipation.
“What are you?” Mistress Sarah asked, teasing Lara’s holes with the first few inches of her twin dildos.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara answered lustily.
Lara moaned wantonly, as Mistress Sarah thrust fully inside her. Lara could feel the twin tentacles sliding deeper inside her pussy and asshole, gradually thickening as they went. The dildos were only a third of the way inside her, when Lara felt the tip of one of the tentacles collide with her cervix. Without missing a beat, the tentacle bent back upon itself and travelled a circular path along the inner wall of her pussy. Lara gasped, as the rogue tentacle slid across her g-spot and began coiling around inside her like a snake. Meanwhile, the dildo in her ass had already passed through her rectum and was slithering its way deeper inside her colon.
Lara moaned louder, as the dildo in her ass stretched open her rectum and slid deeper inside her colon. Lara loved being double penetrated. The incredible feeling of tightness and fullness was addictive, and Mistress Sarah’s Futa Belt dialled those feelings up to ten, because they were much larger than even the biggest penis. This new Futa Belt incorporated advanced sensors and AI developed for the medical field, to manoeuvre endoscopes and pinhole cameras through the human body. The technology had the potential revolutionise the medical industry by reducing the need to perform invasive exploratory surgery; although its high cost meant that it would probably never be incorporated into the standard Futa Belt line of sex toys.
Unlike the horse dildos, which forced Lara’s pussy and ass to bend and flex to accommodate them, these long tentacles conformed to the contours of her holes, making them feel almost gentle by comparison. However, by the halfway mark, Lara could feel the pressure inside her starting to build. Her pussy and asshole were both stretched open around the two tapered tentacle dildos, which continued to thicken with each additional inch that penetrated her. Lara gasped, as her lower abdomen bulged outwards around the tightly coiled tentacle expanding the inner walls of her pussy.
Meanwhile, the dildo inside her ass was snaking its way deeper inside her colon. The human colon is made up of three parts, arranged like an inverted U: the ascending colon, leading upwards from the small intestines; the transverse colon at the top; and the descending colon, leading down towards the rectum. When accommodating an “standard” 18-inch-long horse dildo, Lara’s descending colon had to stretch and elongate around it; but this time, rather than reshaping her colon, the Futa Belt’s AI allowed the tentacle to “turn the corner” into Lara’s transverse colon. Lara’s mouth lolled open and her eyes started rolling up into her head, from the unfamiliar sensation of her virgin transverse colon being penetrated for the first time.
Mistress Sarah’s face was flushed from the intense vibrations transmitted by the Futa Belt, but she didn’t let up. As Mistress Sarah pushed the last few inches of the tentacles into Lara’s body, Lara’s pussy and asshole stretched open 3-inches-wide around the thickest parts of the twin dildos. The tentacle in Lara’s ass turned another corner and penetrated several inches into her ascending colon. Lara’s legs started to shake, as she felt her large intestines being violated in a way she had never felt before. Lara moaned and instinctively cradled her round, pregnant-looking belly. The tentacle filling her pussy had coiled itself into a tight sinuous ball that was roughly the size of a small baby, and Lara could feel the mass of tentacles slithering around inside her inflated belly.
“Fuck!” Lara moaned, as Mistress Sarah started forcefully fucking her from behind.
Sarah didn’t pull out all the way, but instead rammed the last 6 or 7 inches of her twin dildos in and out of Lara’s stretched-open pussy and asshole. Lara rocked forward on her hands and knees, as Mistress Sarah’s crotch slapped forcefully against her ass.
“What are you, Lady Lara?” Mistress Sarah asked, deliberately using Lara’s formal title.
Sarah didn’t want Lara to compartmentalise her new slutty persona from her regular life as a Countess; instead, she wanted to merge the two realities until even Lara found them indistinguishable. While Lara moaned and shook from the intense feeling of being repeatedly impaled by the two enormous tentacles, Mistress Sarah experienced her own pleasure via the haptic feedback from the Futa Belt. The thin 6-inch-long phalluses inserted into Sarah’s pussy and asshole had expanded to double their diameter in direct proportion to her penetration of Lara’s holes. Now both phalluses had inflated to 2-inches-wide, filling Sarah’s holes to capacity, while they vibrated furiously inside her.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara moaned, and then cried out wordlessly as she came.
Lara collapsed forward onto the bed, with her large breasts mashed against her chest like two round cushions, and her pregnant-looking belly visible bulging down beneath her. Mistress Sarah didn’t give her a moment’s respite, and pounded Lara’s holes from above like a jackhammer, while Lara twitched and grunted beneath her. After a few more minutes of brutal fucking, the powerful vibrations from the Futa Belt’s phalluses became too much for Sarah to bear. She held onto Lara’s hourglass hips and held herself fully inside Lara’s holes, while the Futa Belt gave her a mind-blowing orgasm.
After a few moments, Mistress Sarah collapsed onto Lara’s back; but rather than pull out, she rolled onto her side and pulled Lara backwards onto her, in a spooning position. Mistress Sarah reached down and pressed a recessed button on the Futa Belt. Instantly, the tentacles inside Lara’s pussy and asshole seemed to come alive. Lara felt like she had a nest of snakes squirming around inside her. They seemed to move organically, twisting and undulating, coiling and uncoiling, with no discernible pattern. Lara began to buck and writhe in ecstasy, but Mistress Sarah kept a firm hold of her, ensuring that both dildos remained fully lodged inside her.
Mistress Sarah turned an adjustment knob on the Futa Belt, which lowered the intensity of the vibrations by about a third. Now both women moaned happily, as Sarah in-effect edged them slowly towards another orgasm. Lara reached back with a hand and grabbed Sarah’s small but shapely ass, pulling her closer. Lara started unconsciously rolling her hips backwards into Sarah’s crotch, rhythmically impaling herself onto the Futa Belt’s tentacles. Mistress Sarah kissed Lara’s shoulder and neck. Lara turned her head to the side, and the two lovers enjoyed a long French kiss, while Mistress Sarah gradually turned-up the knob on the Futa Belt back to full power.
A couple of minutes later, Mistress Sarah and Lara enjoyed a second powerful orgasm. Lara tried to say her catch phrase (I’m a dirty little slut), as per her mental conditioning, but she was unable to talk because of Mistress Sarah’s tongue filling her mouth. Mistress Sarah shifted over and started withdrawing the two-foot-long tentacles from Lara’s exhausted body. Lara felt the tentacle in pussy slowly unwind, as her pregnant belly began to deflate back to normal; while the other tentacle slithered out of her abused ass like an artificial snake. The sensation felt like a weird mix between having sex, giving birth and taking a dump. When both dildos were out of her, Lara was shocked by their length! Both tentacles were now fully erect again, and Mistress Sarah placed them against Lara’s stomach for emphasis. They reached all the way from Lara’s crotch to her collar!
“That was… wow!” Lara smiled breathlessly.
“I thought you’d like it!” Mistress Sarah grinned back at her, before leaning forward and kissing Lara on the lips.
After the kiss, Mistress Sarah went off to shower, while Lara re-inserted her butt plug and got dressed for her workout. No point in having a shower now, Lara thought, since she was just going to get sweaty again exercising! Lara’s exercise outfit was another manifestation of how warped her perceptions had become. Her tiny hot-pink crop top – little more than a bra really – and her matching sport’s thong were more revealing than any of Lara’s pre-slavery bikinis, yet she saw nothing wrong with wearing them while working-out. Mistress Sarah eventually planned to have Lara work-out completely naked, wearing just a cupless sports bra to support her large breasts, but for now, she still saw advertising value in having Lara’s workouts posted on non-porn social media websites.
Lara walked downstairs to her private gym, passing half-a-dozen of the identical-looking Vietnamese maids on the way. Lara had given up trying to tell them apart, and she did her best not to talk to them, which the maids viewed as a further insult. As she walked past, Lara heard the maids laughing and talking about her in Vietnamese. Lara knew that her Swarovski crystal butt plug was visible, peeking out from either side of the tiny pink backstrap of her thong. On an unconscious level, Lara must have known she looked obscene, because she blushed with shame and walked faster; but her conscious mind mistook her feeling of unease for sexual arousal. At first, Lara had hated the way the maids treated her – especially after they walked in on her masturbating multiple times – but with her new exhibitionist fetish, she’d started to enjoy their contemptuous hostility towards her.
Lara arrived in the gym and opened the small fridge to consume her pre-workout protein drink. The drink was another product placement by a major sports supplement brand, although Lara knew none of that. Just as she was completely unaware that she was being continuously filmed by the AI-controlled cameras hidden behind the one-way mirrors, which ran along the entire back wall of the gym. Judging by the comments on her videos, the fans loved Lara’s slutty gym outfits. Each of Lara’s workout was livestreamed to her Onlyfans page, with Sam posting a shorter 10-to-15-minute highlight video to various non-porn websites later in the day. The YouTube videos alone consistently reached several million views within 24 hours of being posted, and more video clips were posted to Facebook, Twitter and TikTok.
The videos were already sleezy enough that they should probably have been taken-down, but such was Sarah’s influence that they were merely age-restricted. After months of active learning, the AI had gotten so good at filming Lara that Sam rarely had to intervene anymore. The cameras always seemed to be in the right place, at the right time, to film exactly what the fans wanted to see. When Lara performed a bench press or bent-over-row, the cameras looked straight down her crop top, seeing a scandalous amount of her cleavage and even her nipples on occasion. When she performed a barbell squat or deadlift, the cameras focused on her heart-shaped butt cheeks, as they parted to expose her large Swarovski crystal butt plug. Anyone who watched Lara’s livestreams came away believing that Lara was nothing but a shameless attention whore; which was a deliberate action by Mistress Sarah and Sam to irreversibly alter Lara’s public persona.
Lara spent an hour working-out and unknowingly putting on an indecent show for her fans, before going to the toilet and completing her Kegel exercises. Then she stopped by the kitchen for a light breakfast, again being subjected to the mocking laughter and half-disguised insults of the maids, before she walked back upstairs to shower. After dressing in some comfortable casual clothes, Lara checked her smart watch. She still had an hour to kill before her next livestreaming session with Sam in the photo studio. Lara desperately wanted to go down to the studio early to masturbate, but she knew that Sam would be busy preparing for today’s video, and she didn’t want to disturb her.
Lara walked downstairs to the library to read, but she only managed to last 20 minutes before her willpower ran out and she retired to a nearby bathroom to masturbate. Unfortunately for Lara, the enormous amount of sex she was having hadn’t lessened her addiction to masturbating. If anything, it had made Lara’s compulsive need for constant sexual stimulation worse, and she couldn’t go more than a couple of hours without feeling an urge to masturbate.
She didn’t bother to lock the door. Lara knew that the hated Vietnamese maids had keys to unlock every door in the Manor; but in truth, deep down she wanted them to catch her. Lara stripped naked, sat down on a towel on the floor, and started to masturbate. Like clockwork, less than a minute later, she heard the bathroom door open. Lara kept her eyes closed and kept rubbing her clit. She could hear soft laughter and whispered comments, as she masturbated for her unseen audience. As more maids entered the bathroom, the laughter and comments grew louder – the maids were becoming bolder, as their numbers increased. Lara moaned with pleasure, for the benefit of her unseen audience.
“That’s right! I can do whatever I want, because I’m a Countess, and you’re just a bunch of lowly maids!” Lara said brattily, in her posh English accent.
Lara continued to shamelessly masturbate in front of them. Most of the maids were laughing, but a couple of them looked like they were angered by Lara’s haughty attitude.
“Who does this skanky bitch think she is?” one of them said in Vietnamese.
On impulse, the diminutive Asian maid kicked-off one of her flat shoes and pressed her sweaty foot against Lara’s face. It was meant as an insult: many Eastern cultures have social taboos involving feet, which are seen as unclean. In some Asian countries, the women who perform pedicures in nail salons are seen as only slightly better than the women working in massage parlours, who provide “happy endings” to their customers. The Vietnamese maids all started laughing. The maids had all been working for several hours, so their feet, while not dirty, definitely weren’t fresh either.
Lara felt the petite and surprising soft sole of the maid’s foot come to rest against her cheek. It should have disgusted her, but then Lara did something that shocked everyone. Still without opening her eyes, Lara turned her head and began sucking on the maid’s toes. The maids were stunned into silence. They stared at the scene in open-mouthed shock, some of them unable to comprehend what they were seeing, while others became uncomfortably aroused by the sight of a beautiful western woman slavishly worshipping their friend’s foot. The maid in question moaned involuntarily, as Lara’s tongue snaked in-between in her toes. The other maids looked over at her in surprise, causing her to blush and look down.
In the stunned silence that followed, the only sounds that could be heard was Lara’s sucking and moaning. Lara felt her juices flowing like a stream, as she sucked on the maid’s foot and masturbated. She didn’t know why she did it: perhaps it was the submissive exhibitionist part of her personality asserting itself, or perhaps she had a previously unknown oral fixation? Whatever the reason, Lara couldn’t deny that the degrading act of sucking on the woman’s toes was pushing her sexual excitement through the roof! None of the maids were lesbians, but that didn’t stop them from becoming turned-on, watching this arrogant and lazy westerner masturbating while sucking on their friend’s foot. Despite their hatred for Lara, or perhaps because of it, all of the maids found the scene undeniably hot.
The maids’ faces were flushed, and several of their hands had surreptitiously strayed downwards to rub their pussies though their conservative black uniforms. A stern admonishment from Trinh, the head maid, put a stop to that, but even she was blushing with arousal. When Lara finally orgasmed and looked up, it was the maids who were embarrassed and refused to meet her eyes. The maids filed out of the room, and Lara was left feeling elated at her “moral victory.” Following her encounter with the maids, Lara walked over to the photo studio to meet her co-star for today’s livestream. Lara entered the studio to find Sam already talking to the man. Sam seemed angry and flustered, which was extremely unlike her. She walked across to Lara and spoke in a low voice.
“This guy’s a total dick! Why did you choose him of all people?” Sam asked, sounding exasperated.
“I have my reasons.” Lara answered cryptically.
Lara normally followed Sam’s advice when it came to picking her co-stars, but she had chosen to work with Big Daddy over Sam’s objections. “Big Daddy” was a legend in the porn industry. The enormous black man stood over 6’6” tall and was built like an NFL linebacker, with huge shoulders, a bull-neck, an enormous barrel-chest and tree-trunk arms and legs. Big Daddy was as big as he was ugly, with a totally bald head sitting above an ugly thickly-bearded face and teeth that had all been replaced with gold fillings. Big Daddy flashed Lara a toothy golden smile, which combined with his black Adidas tracksuit and golden chains and rings, to make him look even more thuggish.
Lara smiled, thinking about his ridiculous screenname: Big Daddy. In truth, Lara had asked her friends Kana and Nia about him, since they’d been on Onlyfans much longer than she had, and therefore had greater knowledge of the industry. They had also cautioned her against working with Big Daddy, who had a reputation for leaving most of the actresses he worked with in tears. Rumours were that before he got his big break in the porn industry, he had worked as hired muscle for a local pimp, keeping an eye on the girls and helping to “break-in” the disobedient ones. However, Big Daddy had one special attribute that caught Lara’s attention: he was the undisputed biggest dick in porn – reputably about 14-inches-long!
Lara didn’t bother speaking with him and walked across the hall to her dressing room to change. After doing her hair and makeup, she returned to the photo studio about 20 minutes later, dressed in nothing but a white robe. She saw that Big Daddy was already naked and lounging on the sofa, waiting to film their first scene. There was literally nothing aesthetic about him: his chest and back were extremely hairy, and his crotch was unshaven and covered in curly black pubic hair.
“You took your time, bitch! We gonna fuck now or what?” Big Daddy asked her arrogantly.
“All ready!” Lara answered sweetly, ignoring his rude tone.
She reached down and undid her robe, before letting it fall from her shoulders. Bid Daddy stared at her like a hungry lion eyeing his next meal.
“Damn, you a sexy bitch!” Big Daddy said, standing up and walked over to her.
“You’re too kind.” Lara answered in her cultured English accent, as the huge pornstar towered over her.
Sam shook her head and started streaming. There were already 3 million fans watching this livestream, making it one of Lara’s largest, and thousands more were logging in every second. This was one of the most anticipated events in porn, and had taken on the same atmosphere as a UFC Title Fight. Big Daddy was the undisputed King of Porn, and Lara was widely considered to be the new Queen of Porn, and now the two were about to meet. An immovable object was about to face an irresistible force, and anything could happen! Big Daddy arrogantly ran his hands up and down Lara’s naked body, cupping her breasts as if weighing them, and squeezing her ass as if checking it for firmness.
“Do you like what you see?” Lara asked teasingly.
Big Daddy didn’t like being teased by women. He was a black supremacist and a misogynist to boot, and he liked nothing better than making pretty white women cry. He secretly loved the thought that he was fucking the great-great-granddaughters of those men who had once owned his ancestors as slaves. Big Daddy decided to set the tone for this latest porn shoot and establish his dominance over Lara. He reached around a roughly slapped both of Lara’s ass cheeks. Big Daddy was more than twice her size and the violent slap made Lara’s athletic ass jiggle like jelly.
“Call me Daddy!” Big Daddy ordered, in a deep husky voice.
“Sure thing, Daddy.” Lara answered seductively, as she placed a hand against his muscular chest.
Seemingly satisfied by her immediate submission, Big Daddy grabbed Lara by her shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees.
“Good bitch! Now start sucking Daddy’s dick!” He ordered.
Lara was eye-level with the most enormous cock she had ever seen! It was bigger than her forearm! It was even larger than Prince Amon’s magnificent cock; but unlike the Nubian Prince’s cock, there was nothing majestic or beautiful about Big Daddy’s cock – it was as ugly as the man it was attached to. The size was daunting, but Lara bravely pressed-on. She grasped the thick cock in her hands. It was so thick that her fingers could barely wrap all the way around it. Lara stretched open her lips as wide as her jaws would allow, and only just managed to fit the fat mushroom-shaped head of Big Daddy’s cock inside her mouth.
Lara slid her mouth further down the enormous black cock, fighting her gag-reflex as it collided with the back of her throat. Had it been semi-flaccid, she probably could have manoeuvred it down her throat, but Big Daddy was already fully hard at the prospect of ruining yet another beautiful white girl. No matter how hard she tried, Lara couldn’t get the thick cock past the elbow-bend of her throat. Big Daddy decided to show Lara how he liked to break-in misbehaving prostitutes back in the day. He grabbed Lara’s long ponytail near the base and started brutally fucking her face.
Despite all her experience, Lara gagged audibly as Big Daddy’s cock slammed against the back of her throat. After about 30 seconds, he pulled out of Lara’s mouth and turned her gasping and spluttering face towards the camera. Wet saliva was streaming down her lips and chin. Big Daddy grinned and yanked backwards on Lara’s ponytail, using it as a handle to turn her face back around, before ramming his cock back inside her mouth. Lara placed her hands against Big Daddy’s thighs, trying to lessen the impact of his thrusts, but the hulking black pornstar was so powerful that it had no effect. After another 30 seconds of violent face-fucking, he pulled away again and turned Lara’s beautiful face back towards the camera. Lara’s face was red and thick strings of drool were hanging down her chin like long wet ropes.
“Not so pretty now, bitch!” Big Daddy grunted, as he resumed fucking her face.
Big Daddy fucked Lara’s face for another minute, before yanking Lara to her feet and planting a sloppy kiss on her lips. There was nothing romantic about the kiss – it was a statement of dominance and ownership! Still holding Lara’s ponytail like a leash, he forced her down onto her hands and knees and made her crawl along the floor towards the white sofa in front of the greenscreen. Despite not being happy about how rough he was being with her friend, Sam had to admit that watching Lara crawl on all fours like an animal was incredibly sexy. The position forced her ass into the air and exaggerated the sexy sway of her hips. Big Daddy pulled Lara up onto the sofa and made her lie on her back, with her head hanging upside-down off the end.
Big Daddy slapped his enormously thick cock against Lara’s cheeks several times, in another display of dominance, before pushing it back inside Lara’s upside-down mouth. Lara gagged and instinctively raised a hand in protest, but Big Daddy slapped it away contemptuously. His enormous hands gripped Lara’s forehead and chin and forced her jaws apart, before pushing his cock back inside her mouth. Sam had seen Lara’s deepthroating skills before, but even she was amazed by what she witnessed. Sam watched through her camera’s viewfinder, as Lara’s slender throat expanded around Big Daddy’s cock. It reminded Sam of watching a python swallowing a small animal. She could see the precise progress of Big Daddy’s cock by following the thick bulge travelling down Lara’s oesophagus.
Big Daddy pushed deeper and deeper inside her mouth, until his hairy balls were slapping against her nose. Lara’s throat was bulging outwards around Big Daddy’s cock like an inflatable balloon animal. Her face was red and veins popped in her neck from lack of oxygen. Big Daddy sadistically choked her with his cock for several long seconds, before finally pulling out. Lara was gasping and spluttering, as if she had just been waterboarded, and gooey ropes of saliva were oozing down her face like transparent slime. Big Daddy took the opportunity to rub his big cock all over Lara’s wet face, ruining her carefully applied makeup, before thrusting inside her mouth again.
Lara arched her back and spasmed on the couch, as Big Daddy forced his cock back down her throat. Lara’s throat stretched around his cock like a condom. Big Daddy pressed forward, mashing his sweaty balls against Lara’s face, as he pushed his cock down her throat as deeply as it would go. Lara’s throat made loud choking sounds, as Big Daddy cruelly cut off her oxygen supply, before he finally pulled out again. Lara coughed and spluttered, trying desperately to catch her breath, while Big Daddy contemptuously slapped his cock against her distressed face. He smiled, as he rubbed his cock across her cheeks, mouth and forehead, coating her beautiful features in a layer of slimy saliva.
Lara had been spoiled when it came to oral sex in the playroom: the large Futa Belts had breathing holes, which allowed her to keep breathing regardless of how long she was deepthroated; and the men she serviced there were much smaller, which made it relatively easy to time her breathing in-between their thrusts. But Big Daddy lived up to his name: he was too big for her to pace herself properly, and she felt like she was literally drowning in his dick!
“Suck my balls, bitch!” Big Daddy ordered, hoping to further humiliate the world-famous Tomb Raider.
Lara was extremely grateful for the respite, and slavishly ran her lips and tongue across Big Daddy’s sweaty ball-sack, kissing and licking each ball before taking it inside her mouth. Big Daddy was amused by how submissive Lara was behaving, and decided to humiliate her further. He yanked her up by her ponytail and forced her onto her knees, before turning around and presenting her with his ass.
“Lick my ass, bitch!” Big Daddy ordered.
Lara blanched at the thought of having to rim this ugly thug, but anything was better than getting suffocated by his huge black cock down her throat. Grimacing with disgust, Lara reluctantly leaned forward and pressed her lips against Big Daddy’s asshole. Lara dry-heaved at the feint taste of shit on his sphincter, which immediately told her that he didn’t wipe his ass as thoroughly as he should; but she pushed through her disgust and forced herself to keep licking. Thankfully, after about a minute, all she could taste was her own saliva.
“Get in deeper, bitch!” Big Daddy ordered, pulling Lara’s face deeper between his muscular black buttocks. Lara tried not to throw up, as the musky scent of Big Daddy’s asshole filled her senses. She probed Big Daddy’s sphincter with her tongue, until he was finally satisfied and released her. Lara came up for air, coughing loudly and looking dishevelled and revolted. Big Daddy smiled and forced Lara to kneel submissively at his feet and face the camera, while he slapped his heavy cock against her face several times. Sam looked legitimately concerned at how roughly Lara was being treated. She didn’t know that Lara had suffered far worse in Siberia, at the hands of Konstantin and his men.
At this point, Big Daddy was supposed to fuck Lara’s pussy, but he had other ideas. He wanted to break the proud white bitch and make her cry! And in his experience, the best way to make a bitch cry was to fuck her ass!
“Now beg me to fuck your ass!” Big Daddy commanded.
“Please, fuck my ass, Daddy!” Lara said eagerly, genuinely relieved that the painful throat-fucking was over.
Big Daddy pulled on Lara’s ponytail and manhandled her back onto the white sofa, on all fours. He climbed up behind her and lined-up the thick tip of his cock with Lara’s asshole. Big Daddy stared down at Lara’s incredible ass and was surprised to see that her asshole was already gaping slightly. He was slightly disappointed that he wasn’t the first man to fuck her ass, but he knew that he would likely be the last. Big Daddy was a sadist and a misogynist, and it always made him laugh when one of his co-stars had to wear diapers for several days after filming with him, because he’d made them temporarily incontinent. Big Daddy felt himself harden at the thought of ruining Lara Croft’s stuck-up ass and making her wear adult diapers under her expensive designer dressers.
Big Daddy spat down onto his cock – more to ease his own entry than to make life any easier for Lara. Lara wasn’t worried: as with all her livestreams, she had pre-lubed both her holes in the dressing room prior to filming. Big Daddy smiled menacingly, as he pressed the thick tip of his cock against Lara’s comparatively tiny asshole. As he pushed forward into her ass, he expected to hear her grunting in pain and maybe even screaming, but instead something completely unexpected happened: he heard Lara moan.
It threw Big Daddy off his game. He hadn’t bothered to do any research on Lara’s previous performances. Aside from googling his co-stars to make sure they weren’t fat or ugly, he didn’t care about their backstory. He knew Lara was famous from her previous career, and he’d seen enough pictures of her to know that she was beautiful, so the rest didn’t matter to him. Therefore, he didn’t know that Lara specialised in taking large horse-sized dildos inside her ass on a regular basis – dildos that were even bigger than he was! Big Daddy’s eyes widened in disbelief, as Lara’s seemingly tight asshole opened around his cock like a flower. As he slid in-between her silky-smooth buttocks, he was even more astonished when Lara pushed back against him. Lara slid her ass backwards along his cock, taking his entire 14-inch-length in one go.
“What the fuck?” Big Daddy exclaimed in shock.
Sam grinned at his apparent surprise, and even Lara smiled. Now it was her time to shine! Lara arched her back sexily for the camera, and started rocking her ass backwards and forwards along Big Daddy’s cock.
“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me harder!” Lara moaned, looking over her shoulder at the camera.
Big Daddy’s face hardened. The bitch wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this! She was ruining everything! Big Daddy yanked backwards on Lara’s ponytail, making her arch her back even more extremely, and then started brutally pounding is enormous black cock in and out of her asshole. He showed her no mercy, and he was soon piledriving his cock into her ass so forcefully that it started shifting the white sofa they were fucking on across the floor.
“Fuck me, Daddy! Just like that! Don’t stop!” Lara moaned.
This wasn’t going to plan at all, and even worse, Big Daddy could feel himself about to cum. He was getting desperate! He needed to distract himself! But instead of thinking unsexy thoughts, he found himself staring down at Lara’s amazing body. He felt his pulse quicken, as he ran his eyes along Lara’s soft skin and voluptuous curves. Cursing to himself, he tried to focus on Lara’s tattoos. The black garter tattoo around her left thigh was nothing special and quite common amongst sex workers, although he wondered what the strange symbols meant. Likewise, the small lines of text tattooed across Lara’s left ribcage didn’t interest him at all. He had not desire to read some bullshit poem or song lyrics about “being true to yourself” or “following your dreams”.
As his eyes travelled up her body, he saw a flash of black ink on the back of Lara’s graceful neck. Big Daddy pushed aside her long ponytail to reveal the tattoo beneath. He saw it was a tattoo of a black crown, with the initials “S G” written beneath it. Big Daddy instantly understood the meaning of the tattoo, from his time working in the sex industry. It was a pimp’s brand of ownership. Big Daddy wondered who “S G” was, and how they’d managed to get enough leverage to tattoo their brand on a woman as rich and famous as Lara Croft. Perhaps her drug dealer, he wondered, or an ex-boyfriend with blackmail material?
Big Daddy watched his cock sliding in and out between the firm round orbs of Lara’s perfect ass, while her large breasts bounced up and down beneath her chest. Despite trying to calm himself, Big Daddy’s mind wandered, and he imagined what it would be like owning Lara Croft. He’d make a fortune pimping her out to rich and powerful clients; but he’d still occasionally make her walk the streets like a common whore, just to put the snooty bitch in her place! Big Daddy groaned involuntarily, as he began to cum.
“Fuck!!!” Big Daddy groaned, as his cock went off like a firehose inside Lara’s ass.
He was supposed to finish on Lara’s face, but some primal instinct prevented him from pulling out. The primitive part of his brain didn’t care that he was fucking Lara’s ass, and compelled him bury his cock inside her and breed her. Lara felt Big Daddy’s cock jetting warm cum inside her ass like a geyser. She grinned triumphantly and pushed her ass back against him, holding him balls-deep inside her, while she used her powerful anal muscles to milk his cock dry.
“Keep going, Daddy! Fill me with your hot cum!” Lara moaned seductively.
Spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum filled Lara’s bowels. When Big Daddy pulled out, he looked up at the clock and saw that only 20 minutes had passed since they’d started filming. Too short! Much too short! Big Daddy felt embarrassed for the first time in his career. Lara sat back on the sofa, spreading her legs and rubbing herself. Big Daddy considered making Lara perform some ass-to-mouth, to wipe that satisfied smile off her face; but when he looked down at his limp penis, he knew that was out of the question. He needed to buy some time to regain his erection. So, for the first time in his porn career, he reluctantly got down on his knees and started performing oral sex on a woman – he started eating Lara out.
Lara smiled and moaned, as Big Daddy went down on her. He wasn’t very good, but for some reason his obvious lack of enthusiasm made it far more arousing for her. Was this what it was like for all those men who had forced her to have sex with them, she wondered? Now she understood the appeal. Having the power to make someone do what you wanted, regardless of their own desires, felt intoxicating. Big Daddy’s ugly brutish appearance made it even more exciting for her. She felt like she was a fairytale Beauty taming her Beast. Between her own talented fingers rubbing her clit, and Big Daddy’s tongue exploring the folds of her pussy lips, Lara orgasmed quickly.
Lara’s wanton moaning made Big Daddy’s erection spring back to life, but his annoyed expression remained. Lara observed that he did not look happy having her love juice staining his face. Big Daddy immediately tried to re-establish dominance with a display of brute strength. He picked Lara up by the waist, like she weighed nothing, and threw her down onto the sofa. Then he climbed on top of her, missionary style, and pressed his enormous cock inside her pussy.
Big Daddy didn’t give her any time to adjust to his brutal penetration, and Lara gasped and grunted, as he mercilessly pistoned his cock inside her pussy. Lara wrapped her arms and legs around his broad back and held on for dear life. It felt like she was trying to tame a bucking bronco. Big Daddy was piledriving his cock between her legs so forcefully that each powerful thrust caused the sofa they were lying on to shift a full inch across the floor. He wanted to make Lara scream! He wanted to hurt her! He wanted her to cry; but instead of begging for mercy, Lara cried out for more.
“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me harder!” Lara moaned.
Lara moaned erotically and rubbed her long legs against Big Daddy’s back. He felt her hot breath against his neck and her large breasts mashed against his chest; he felt her nails racking his back, as she rolled her hips in time with his thrusts. Big Daddy gritted his teeth and grimly continued fucking her with all his might, refusing to admit defeat; but beneath him, Lara was having the time of her life. It was very rare that vaginal sex alone could make Lara orgasm these days. Usually, she required double penetration or at least a little clitoral stimulation to climax; but the sheer power of Big Daddy’s thrusts was driving her wild! The horse dildos in the playroom might have been bigger – although not by much – but none of the women wearing those Futa Belts used them with anywhere near this level of force.
Each thrust of Big Daddy’s cock impacted against Lara’s cervix like a medieval battering-ram. The inhuman strength of his penetration was forcing her vagina to stretch and lengthen around it, as if she was in childbirth. Lara grunted and moaned, as Big Daddy pounded her from above, like a jackhammer. Her entire body shook, as did the sofa she was lying on. She tried to ignore his ugly sweating face and focus on the intense feelings of pleasure and fullness coming from her tightly stuffed pussy. Despite Big Daddy’s unattractive appearance, Lara was enjoying having his large and powerful body above her. The feeling of being powerless and dominated by this hulking monster was making her pussy juices flow like a stream, drenching her thighs, and leaving a wet patch on the sofa beneath her.
Big Daddy continued to pound her relentlessly, like a wild animal. His powerful body was covered in sweat, which dripped down onto Lara, making both their naked bodies slippery, as if coated in oil. Lara involuntarily scrunched her nose at the strong smell of his disgusting body odour. She felt like she was mating with an enormous sweaty ape. Sam moved behind them and recorded a closeup of Big Daddy’s enormous cock pistoning in and out of Lara’s wet stretched-open pussy. Amazingly, he was managing to pack about three-quarters of it inside her with each thrust, leaving only a few inches exposed.
The sofa beneath Lara was creaking loudly under the impact of Big Daddy’s powerful thrusts. Lara’s body was almost entirely hidden beneath the hulking black pornstar, with only her arms and legs visible, wrapped around his broad back. Sam ginned, when she heard the faint sounds of Lara squealing beneath him. Her best friend was clearly enjoying herself! It never ceased to amaze Sam the amount of abuse that Lara’s sexy body could take. It left her in no doubt that this was Lara’s true calling!
Lara unconsciously squeezed tighter with her arms and legs, trying to pull Big Daddy deeper inside her. On an intellectual level, she hated the arrogant, ugly giant; but on a primitive instinctual level, she wanted him to dominate her and breed her like an animal! She could hear Big Daddy’s breathing becoming ragged, and she knew he was close to cuming. That knowledge pushed Lara over the edge, and her entire body trembled, as she orgasmed.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara screamed passionately, as she came.
Her posh English accent made her unexpected outburst even sexier, and it made Big Daddy lose his concentration and composure. His large body stiffened, as Lara’s indecent words drove him over the edge. His cock was buried in the soft inviting warmth of Lara’s pussy, and it took every ounce of Big Daddy’s willpower to pull out and get in position for Lara’s facial.
“Aaarghhh!” Big Daddy groaned, as he scrambled to his feet and hurriedly yanked Lara onto her knees.
They hadn’t even finished getting into position before Big Daddy’s cock started ejaculating like an out-of-control firehose. The first spurt of cum went high, shooting over Lara’s head and leaving a white line of cum across her hair. The second spurt exploded against her forehead and oozed down her eyebrows. The third and fourth spurts sprayed across her nose and cheeks, leaving long gooey ropes of cum dripping down her face, and the fifth spurt splashed against her mouth and dripped down her chin. As a last act of dominance, Big Daddy yanked backwards on Lara’s hair and forced her to pleasure his balls with her mouth, while he drizzled his remaining drops of cum onto her upturned face. It was an impressive amount of cum, given that Big Daddy had ejaculated less than 20 minutes earlier.
Big Daddy was breathing heavily, completely exhausted from his sexual exertions, but Lara didn’t even miss a beat and sprang to her feet like nothing had happened. Lara turned towards the camera and smiled at the millions of fans watching her livestream, not even slightly embarrassed by the fact that she was naked and plastered in cum. Her daily performances had become so commonplace for her that she no longer even felt shame.
“I’d like to thank Big Daddy for today’s livestream. Make sure you tune in tomorrow, when Big Daddy returns for round two! Also, remember to join me this Sunday for the weekly gloryhole livestream. The winners are drawn a month in advance, to give everyone time to get their STI checks done, so stay subscribed for your chance to win and meet me in person! I am Lara Croft, the world-famous Tomb Raider and classiest Countess on Onlyfans, and I’ll see you next time.” Lara said, smiling confidently at the camera.
Big Daddy gave a thumbs-up and forced a smile for the camera, but he felt deflated. Despite having some of the best sex of his life, Big Daddy felt defeated. He had come to Croft Manor with the intention of dominating Lara, but he felt like the opposite had happened – she had smiled and taken everything he could dish out. Big Daddy promised himself that tomorrow’s livestream would be different, but a seed of doubt had already been planted in his brutish mind.
With the livestream concluded, Lara walked across to the changeroom to wash the sweat and cum from her body, and then went to the kitchen for a light lunch. By the time she was finished, Big Daddy was gone, and Lara took the opportunity to masturbate while watching porn – which she convinced herself was “research” for her future livestreams – while Sam packed-up her equipment. Sam didn’t even bat an eye at what Lara was doing, and acted as though watching her friend masturbate in front of her was the most natural thing in the world. Lara was grateful that Sam didn’t make her feel self-conscious about it – she really was a good friend, Lara thought!
While she was masturbating and scrolling through pornographic videos of her potential future co-stars, Lara thought back to her earlier run-in with the maids, and how exhilarating it felt. It gave her an idea, and she wanted to get Sam’s opinion on it. Lara stopped masturbating and cleared her throat.
“Um, Sam? Do you remember when you told me that I should try and experience as much as I can, before my Slave Contract runs out?” Lara asked tentatively.
“Yeah?” Sam replied, while playing around with her backup camera.
“Well, I think I want to do that.” Lara said.
Sam stopped what she was doing and turned around. Lara took a deep breath, and then told Sam about her run-in with the maids. She spoke of how exhilarating it was to masturbate in front of them, and how aroused it made her feel, when they laughed at her and mocked her. Then she told Sam about some experiences she wanted to try, although these were more like impressions, rather than concrete ideas of what to do.
“It certainly sounds like you’ve developed a bit of an interest in exhibitionism and humiliation.” Sam said, with a cheeky grin.
Lara blushed, but Sam placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about – I mean, unless you want to be embarrassed!” Sam winked.
Lara blushed but couldn’t stop herself from smiling back, since that was precisely what she wanted.
“So, you’ll help?” Lara asked.
“Of course, but humiliation isn’t really my thing. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Why don’t you ask Mary?” Sam suggested. “She’s known you a lot longer than I have. And didn’t you two used to be rivals? I’m sure she dreamed up some very creative ways to humiliate you!”
Lara pursed her lips thoughtfully. It was true that back when they were frenemies, Mary had taken every opportunity to try and embarrass her. One time, about 5 years ago, Mary invited Lara to what she said was a circus-themed fancy dress party – except that only Lara’s invitation had made any mention of fancy dress. Lara had arrived dressed as clown, complete with face paint, only to find that everyone else was dressed in formal attire. Lara had Winston turn the car around before anyone recognised her: better to suffer the embarrassment of being a no-show at the party of the season, than to be a laughingstock for being dressed like a clown! Lara hadn’t even considered Mary, but the more she thought about it, the more it gave her butterflies and tingles in all the right places!
Lara remained in the photo studio until 4.00pm, when it was time for her to visit the playroom. Once inside and restrained, she spent the next 90 minutes being fucked six ways from Sunday, by a group of six middle-aged male Charity members. Since turning Lara into a hardcore pornstar, Sarah had given Sam full scheduling control over Lara’s playroom activities. Sam considered herself a good friend, and was hypervigilant to make sure that Lara was never overtaxed by her busy sexual schedule. So, on days that Lara livestreamed with co-stars, Sam preferred to schedule all-male groups to use her, since they tended to be smaller and gentler on Lara’s holes than the Charity women and their strap-on horse dildos. Sam also went easier on Lara during their fisting session, by going slower and only fisting one hole at a time.
Upon being released from the tentacle-like robotic arms, Lara emerged from the playroom into her basement dressing room to find Hillory waiting for her. He looked her up and down and held out a glass of electrolyte water. Lara drank it down greedily and allowed Hillary to place a luxurious dressing gown over her shoulders, followed by soft slippers on her feet.
“The guests for tonight’s cocktail party will be arriving in an hour. I’ve taken the liberty of laying out several outfit options for you to choose from.” Hillary said.
The basement dressing room looked vastly different to the bare white room it had been just weeks earlier. The bare concrete floor was now carpeted, the cold fluorescent lights had been swapped for warm downlights, and the plain white walls had been replaced with luxurious wood panelling. Hillory had insisted upon the renovations, telling Lara that it was unthinkable for a Countess like her to use such primitive facilities.
“Thank you, Hillory.” Lara said, handing him the now empty glass.
“My pleasure, Lady Lara.” Hillory said, summoning the elevator and then waiting for Lara to walk inside before entering himself.
Hillory was a godsend! In her time being a maid, Lara had forgotten what a help it was to have an attentive butler to manage her day-to-day affairs. Hillory was even better at his job the Winston. Lara winced at the thought of her former butler and friend, and pushed the uncomfortable memory from her mind. Hillory seemed to anticipate her every need, and he was always in exactly the right place at the right time. What was even better, he never leered at her when she was naked, and he never raised an eyebrow at her unusual extracurricular activities. Hillory was a consummate professional, and he treated Lara with the deference and reverence that befitted a woman of her high social status. Lara guessed he was around 35 years old, of average height, cleanly shaven and with a full head of dark brown hair. He was always dressed immaculately in a three-piece suit, and he ran Croft Manor like a well-oiled machine.
Lara went upstairs to bedroom to get ready. True to his word, Hillory had laid out three cocktail dresses with matching shoes and jewellery. The selections were so stylish that it made Lara suspect Hillory might be gay. It would explain why he never leered at her! After showering, Lara chose to wear a short black cocktail dress.
“Can’t go wrong with a little black dress.” Lara said aloud, as she checked herself out in the mirror.
The cocktail dress was completely backless, and started high up her thighs, so that the rear only just covered her ass and nothing else. The front of the dress was held up by thin shoulder straps that wrapped around her neck, and then descended into a deep plunging neckline that went all the way down to her stomach, stopping just above her crotch. The outfit was completed with a set of black 5-inch designer heels, an elegant diamond necklace, a diamond bracelet, which she put on her left wrist, and a matching pair of diamond earrings. Mistress Sarah came in as Lara was applying the final touches to her makeup.
“You look beautiful!” Mistress Sarah told her, kissing Lara lightly on the lips, and being careful not to leave any lipstick on her.
“Thank you, Mistress. You look beautiful as well!” Lara said, and she meant it.
Mistress Sarah was wearing a backless dark blue cocktail dress, although it was more conservatively cut, with a lower hem that started just above her knees, and a higher neckline that only went down as far as her upper chest.
“Um, before we go downstairs, I wanted to ask your opinion about something.” Lara said.
Mistress Sarah sat down on the bed. Lara took a deep breath, and then told her about her experience with the maids, and her conversation with Sam. After hearing her out, Mistress Sarah gave her opinion.
“I agree with Sam. I think you have an exhibitionism and humiliation king, and I think Mary would be the perfect one to help you explore it. Why don’t you ask her this evening?” Mistress Sarah said.
Wow, Lara thought! She had assumed that Mistress Sarah would take some convincing, since she had micromanaged every aspect of Lara’s life for the last nine and a half months. Her willingness to hand over control to someone else threw Lara off-balance.
“Of course, if you do this, I’ll need to have a word with Mary – just to establish some ground rules to make sure she doesn’t take things too far.” Mistress Sarah said.
“Of course, Mistress.” Lara answered.
Lara and Mistress Sarah made their way downstairs to the main entrance, ready to greet their guests. It was starting to become dark and Croft Manor was fully lit, in all its splendour. After the return of her Title, some further renovation work had been done to Croft Manor. The large bronze plaque covering the Croft coat-of-arms had been removed, and Lara’s family heraldry now stood proudly displayed above the front door once again. On either side of the front steps, flanking the entranceway, were two life-sized bronze statues, set atop 1-foot-high bluestone plinths, to match the stone of the Manor itself. The statues depicted two beautiful naked women, each beckoning towards any potential visitors.
Lara thought the statues looked strangely familiar, which should have been no surprise, because they were modelled on her, although owing to the difficulty of casting large bronze statues, the likeness was only about 90 percent. The two life-sized female nudes flanking the main entrance gave Croft Manor the appearance of a high-class continental brothel, although Lara herself saw nothing amiss. Lara and Sarah greeted their dinner guests at the door, while Hillory took their coats and bags, and directed them towards the great hall for refreshments.
The guests were all dressed in expensive suits and designer cocktail dresses, rather than more formal tuxedos and gowns. These weekly cocktail parties were a more casual affair, with only about 50 Charity members invited, so they didn’t use the massive formal dining room. Instead, Hillory and half-a-dozen paid servers went around the great hall with trays, serving sliders, quiches, gourmet skewers, and various other finger foods, along with Champaigne and wine. Once all the guests were inside, Hillory formally announced their hosts.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting Lady Lara Croft, Countess of Abingdon, and Lady Sarah Green, the Marchioness of Dorset.” Hillory announced.
Sarah had grown so fond of being addressed as “Lady Sarah”, that after she returned Lara’s Title to her, she pulled some strings and purchased a long defunct English Marquessate in Dorset, so that she could remain Lady Sarah. There was polite applause from the party guests, before they resumed their conversations, and Sarah and Lara started walking the room.
Lara felt a tingle of excitement, as she felt the eyes of the men and even some of the women checking out her body. This was no accident. All the guests, except for Lara’s friends, were people who had used her in the playroom the previous week. In fact, 6 of the lucky guests had used her earlier that day, although Lara had no knowledge of which men they were, which made greeting and talking to them even more delicious! After doing a polite meet-and-greet with the guests, Lara made her way over to her friends – Mary, Sybil, Naomi and Allison.
Lara loved being able to socialise with her friends again on a regular basis, although she secretly wished that Mistress Sarah would arrange for another Charity sex party, rather than these comparatively mundane cocktail parties. However, this was by design. Mistress Sarah wanted to get Lara used to fucking people one moment and then unashamedly socialising with them the next. It was all done to normalise Lara’s behaviour in her mind, to warp her sense of propriety and distort her perception of reality. It was working: Lara no longer saw anything wrong with being an Onlyfans streamer, since no one in her social circle seemed to have a problem with it. Hilariously, she still didn’t think of herself as a pornstar, despite having taken part in multiple hardcore sex scenes and gangbangs.
Lara had also grown to love the attention. Lara had been spoiled by her father growing up, probably to makeup for his long absences away on archaeological digs, which had slowly turned her into a narcissist. When Lara studied hard to get good grades at school, she didn’t do it because she wanted to get into a good college; she did it so she could be the smartest one in the class. She wasn’t friendly and approachable because it was her personality; she did it because she enjoyed being adored by her classmates. And now her friends were feeding her narcissistic tendances, by salivating over each new detail of her life, and egging her on to for further!
Lara told her friends about her livestreaming session with Big Daddy – which they had all seen by now – and laughed with them at how hairy and ugly he was. They asked her questions: like, what was it like fucking that brute? Did he really make her cum with his cock, or had that just been acting for the camera? In truth, her friends had grown to love their weekly gossip sessions as well, since it allowed them to live vicariously through her indecent exploits. After a lot of gossiping and laughter, Lara pulled Mary aside for a quiet word.
Mary had already been forewarned by Sarah about what Lara would ask her, and listened impassively as Lara told her about her run-in with the maids – about how it made her feel, and how she wanted to experience more feelings like that. It took every ounce of Mary’s self-control not to burst out laughing. She was amazed at how easily Lara was being manipulated into going further and further down the road to self-ruin. Lara continued.
“So, I spoke with Sam, and she thinks I have a fetish for exhibitionism and humiliation, and she suggested I talk to you about it.” Lara said.
“Why me?” Mary asked innocently, while putting on the best poker face of her life.
“We’re friends now, but before we used to be rivals. You always knew how to push my buttons to embarrass me. I’m sure you came up with some pretty twisted stuff you wanted to do to me.” Lara said.
“I told you I’m sorry about how I treated you.” Mary lied. “I only did because I was jealous of how perfect you were!”
That tickled Lara’s ego. She hugged Mary to show that she forgave her.
“I know that, but now that we’re friends, I’m asking you for your help. I want you to take control of me, and make me do the kinkiest most humiliating stuff you can think of.” Lara said.
There it was! The dumb bitch was literally asking Mary to humiliate her. This was too delicious for words! Mary supressed a triumphant smile and instead made herself look concerned for her “friend.”
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Lara? I know you think you’re tough, but I can be really mean! You probably wouldn’t be able to handle it! It could be really hard on you. It might break you emotionally. Maybe you should ask Sam to arrange some more vanilla fantasies for you instead.” Mary said, pretending to try and change Lara’s mind.
This was another manipulation, based upon Lara’s psychological profile, which was designed to trigger her competitive nature and need for approval. Mary had implied that Lara wasn’t tough enough to endure what she had planned, which made Lara even more determined to prove her wrong.
“I’m sure!” Lara said confidently, and this time Mary allowed herself to smile.
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