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Tomb Raider: Natla’s Revenge.	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 77479 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, Lara Croft or any of the other characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Lara’s alarm went off at 7:00am on the dot. Pressing the off button on the alarm clock, she rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Sarah stirred briefly, smiling up at her dreamily before rolling over and going back to sleep. It had been a full week since her blackmail and enslavement at the hands of her arch-nemesis, Jacqueline Natla, and Lara’s days had fallen into a monotonous routine of demeaning domestic servitude and even more demeaning and degrading sex.
As she had on each previous day, Lara swallowed her birth control pill and then applied the elasticity cream to her pussy and asshole. Lara marvelled at how well the cream worked: despite her daily fistings by Sarah, and getting fucked by Bogwyn’s giant cock, her pussy appeared to be as tight as it always been. Well, perhaps tight wasn’t the right word: while it had shrunk back to its original size, it seemed to have gained an almost magical ability to expand around any object penetrating it. It was like she was made of rubber – her holes would stretch wide open and then slowly shrink closed a minute later. Lara was actually relieved: she had been embarrassed and appalled by the sight of her loose, gaping pussy.
Lara dressed in her black sports bra and G-string, and went downstairs to exercise. It was at this time, early in the morning and with no-one else around, that Lara felt most like her old self. She pushed herself hard, sweating through a gruelling series of high-intensity exercises that had her breathing raggedly by the end. Wiping off her sweat with a towel, Lara went to the kitchen, where she knew Bogwyn would be waiting for her.
When she entered the kitchen, Bogwyn was busy wolfing down the large breakfast that Winston had made for him. He eyed Lara as she entered, smiling through his thick, food-splattered beard. Lara ignored him and walked over to Winston.
Despite a week having passed, Winston still felt uncomfortable seeing Lara parading around in her skimpy underwear. His eyes lingered over her cleavage, made even more prominent by the sport’s bra that was pushing her large breasts upwards and together. His eyes strayed down to the skimpy thong panties covering her womanhood, and then he looked away guiltily, busying himself with pouring Lara a bowl of cereal. He knew he was blushing, but if Lara noticed, she had the good grace not to mention it.
“Any progress?” Lara asked quietly, waiting for her breakfast.
“I managed to slip away to London on my day off. I bribed a clerk at the General Registry Office into showing me the copy of your parents’ marriage certificate that they had on file. It shows their marriage occurring before your birth – It’s not the one.” Winston said.
Lara nodded, taking the bowl of cereal from Winston.
“Visit the Oxfordshire Registry Office next. Keep me updated.” Lara said softly.
Winston nodded, and then turned around and returned to the dishes he was washing, uncomfortably aware of the erection growing in his pants.
Lara walked away from the kitchen and went upstairs to shower. Sarah had just woken up, and watched as Lara cleaned herself off and then lubricated her pussy and ass, ready to go and serve Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn. Naked as the day she was born, Lara walked barefoot out of her bedroom, and down the hallway towards Zip’s room. She was a little early – it wasn’t even 9:00am yet – so she was surprised to find Zip awake and his door already open.
“Master Zip?” Lara said, before entering.
Zip watched Lara enter, enraptured by the delightful way her sexy hips swayed seductively from side to side with each step. His eyes travelled up her slim waist to her large, naked breasts, standing proud from her chest, the nipples seeming to point straight at him, inviting him to…
Lara blushed and cleared her throat, uncomfortably aware of her nakedness. She didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what Zip was thinking about: he was wearing charcoal-coloured, knee-length dressing down, and his erection was clearly visible bulging out from the front of the garment.
“Any progress, Master Zip?” Lara asked, referring to Zip’s mission to hack into Natla’s computer network.
“None, I’m afraid. I’m sorry Lara – I don’t think it can be done. The firewall is just too damn strong!” Zip answered.
Lara was crestfallen, but Zip continued speaking.
“I’ve been working on a plan B. If we can’t break into Natla’s network from the outside, then why not try to break in from the inside?” Zip said.
Lara frowned. “Zip, not to seem ungrateful, but just how do you expect to do that? You’re not exactly James Bond, and I’m so micro-managed I couldn’t slip away for half an hour without Sarah noticing.” Lara said.
“I didn’t say it would be easy, but it’s the best I can come up with.” Zip answered.
Lara thought about it for a moment. “So, what’s your plan?” Lara asked.
Zip smiled. He loved talking about his work. “I’m designing a self-downloading virus, which I’ll install onto a USB memory stick. Basically, you just plug it into any computer on Natla’s network and it’ll install a Trojan horse virus onto that computer. The next time anyone logs in, the virus will become active, giving me a backdoor into the network.”
“And you’re sure this will work?” Lara asked dubiously.
Zip smiled again. “Desktops tend to have a lot less security than networks, so if you can get the USB inside, it shouldn’t be a problem. The biggest issue will be designing a program that can install itself without the computer being logged on, or the user having to open any files.” Zip explained.
“How long will the download take?” Lara asked, her intelligent mind already starting to plan through the different possible scenarios.
“15 minutes.” Zip said.
Lara frowned again. “There’s no way I can wait around for 15 minutes to retrieve the device – and if I don’t retrieve it, Natla’s security team will become aware of the unauthorised access to her network.”
“I thought of that too.” Zip said, reaching towards his desk and picking up a silver 32Gb USB stick, with the Natla Technology logo stamped on the top.
“I bought this on the dark web. It’s a legit Natla Technology USB, the type issued to employees. Once the virus has installed, it’s programed to delete itself; so, whoever finds this will just find an empty Natla Tech USB and think it was left there by another employee.” Zip said.
“This… could work.” Lara said, smiling and feeling more confident. Lara was the kind of person who felt lost without a plan or goal to work towards.
“It’s going to take me at least a week to complete the code and beta test it, but I thought you could use some good news… given the week you’ve had.” Zip said.
“Thank you, Zip.” Lara said.
Zip raised an eyebrow. Lara groaned and rolled her eyes. “Fine… Master Zip.” She corrected herself.
“Better.” Zip said, grinning. “You can’t be too careful.”
There was an awkward silence – well, awkward for Lara. This was the best part of Zip’s day.
“So, Master Zip, how would you like me today?” Lara asked, blushing prettily as she did so.
Zip knew he should feel bad for getting such pleasure from watching Lara’s sexual degradation, but he couldn’t help it. Having his sexy, sophisticated boss humiliate and degrade herself on command was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Zip undid the dressing gown he was wearing and moved back to his computer, taking a seat in his high-backed gaming chair.
“Come and sit on Santa’s lap.” Zip said playfully.
Lara groaned and rolled her eyes at him, but complied, stepping around in front of him and then demurely lowering herself down onto his lap. Zip watched as her perfectly round ass cheeks descend towards his crotch, and used his left hand to angle his cock upwards. He grinned as Lara’s smooth pussy lips stretch open around the tip of his cock, and then groaned with pleasure as she descended all the way down onto his lap, impaling herself on his hard, 6 inch cock.
Lara blushed as she felt Zip’s cock slide all the way inside her, embarrassed at the ease with which she had taken it. She knew that it was partly due to the lubricant she had applied earlier, but she worried that it was mostly due to how often her cunt had been fucked, fisted and stretched. She felt like a whore, and she was worried that her body was changing to reflect it. Lara felt Zip’s left hand reach around her flat stomach and down between her legs. She unconsciously bit her lower lip, as the fingers of Zip’s left hand started to gently tease and rub her sensitive clit.
Zip reached around with his right hand and grabbed the computer’s mouse. Lara watched as he maximized a browser window from a website call PornHub, entitled “Lara Croft Loves Giant Cocks”. On the screen was a video clip of her being fucked by Bogwyn, with a watermark of “TombFaker” in the lower right hand corner. Bogwyn’s face had been blurred out, and her own face had a slight pixilation around the neck, making it look a tad off, but it still looked way to real for Lara’s comfort. To her dismay, she saw that the video had been viewed 5.1 million times, and had over 30,000 Likes.
“Sarah wanted me to show you how popular you are.” Zip said, pressing play on the video.
Lara was horrified that over 5 million people had watched a video of her having sex. She felt so degraded and ashamed. Her only consolation was that none of the people watching thought it was real, judging by the numerous comments congratulating TombFaker on his amazing work, and asking who the pornstar in the original video was.
Zip continued rubbing small circles around Lara’s clit, while slowly grinding his hips up and down against Lara’s gorgeous ass. Lara moaned, feeling a familiar wetness between her legs, but her attention was entirely focused on the video playing on the computer monitor. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and she started rocking back against Zip’s cock, in time with the fucking she was receiving on the computer monitor. Again, without thinking, she reached up with her hand and started squeezing her left breast and nipple, while her other hand reached out and grabbed the computer desk for balance.
Why am I reacting like this? Lara’s conscious mind screamed at her; but her subconscious was firmly in control, and it wanted to cum. The rhythmic pace of Lara’s grinding against Zip’s crotch increased, her ass cheeks slapping lewdly against his thighs each time she drove her pussy down onto the cock impaling her. She closed her eyes, grunting each time she bottomed out on his cock. She was so close… Just a few more seconds…
It took all of Zip’s self-control to push Lara’s gorgeous body off his cock. He took a deep breath and rolled his chair backwards away from her. Any longer and he knew he would blow his load. Lara turned around, looking flustered and confused.
“Why… why did you stop?” Lara asked, trying to regain her composure, but obviously desperate for release.
Zip smiled. “I promised Sarah I wouldn’t finish up here: she wants to film your next video downstairs.” Zip said.
In truth, it had been him that had approached Sarah with the idea, but Lara didn’t need to know that. Again, he knew he should feel guilty, taking advantage of Lara’s predicament; but he had seen his boss get out of a heap of tight spots, and he had no doubt that she’d get out of this one; so he might as well take full advantage of the situation while he had the chance. He was only human, after all.
Lara tried to hide her frustration at not being allowed to orgasm. It took all of her self-control not to reach down between her legs and masturbate, but she knew that if she did that, she’d never be able to look Zip in the eyes again. Zip put his dressing gown back on and gestured for Lara to follow him. Zip led her into the library, where Alistair and Bogwyn were already naked and lounging on two of Lara’s expensive antique sofas. Lara scowled. I’ll have to get those steam cleaned! She thought to herself. Or burned!
Both men looked excited to see her. Lara looked across to where Zip was showing Sarah how to use one of his expensive 4k digital cameras, which was attached to an intricate stabilisation rig. A moment later, Zip reached down into a bag on the floor and produced 3 Guy Fawkes masks, of the style popularised by the movie ‘V For Vendetta’. Lara had a sinking feeling that she wasn’t going to like what was about to happen. Sarah seemed to notice her discomfort.
“Don’t worry, Lara. They’re just so that Zip doesn’t have to edit out everyone’s faces for your next PornHub video.” Sarah said, before handed her a printed A4 sheet of paper.
“What’s this?” Lara asked, only remembering to add “Mistress” at the last moment.
“It’s just a short script. You don’t have to do it verbatim – just get the general gist of it on camera.” Sarah said.
Lara wanted to argue, but knew there was no point. Just one more humiliation to endure, Lara thought, as she took her position in front of the camera.
“Action!” Sarah said, and Lara looked straight into the lens.
“Hello, my name is Lady Lara Croft.” Lara began, turning bright red with embarrassment. “I hope you all enjoyed my last video, Lara Croft Loves Giant Cocks.” Lara swallowed hard, and then continued. “I’d like to thank the TombFaker for inviting me to take part in his latest video: Lara Croft’s Airtight Adventure.”
As she finished speaking, Lara beckoned with her finger towards Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn, who entered from off camera, completely naked except for their Guy Fawkes masks.
Zip was the first to act, lying down on the carpeted floor at Lara’s feet. Frowning, Lara reluctantly straddled his naked body and then lowered herself down onto his cock. Her wet pussy lips parted easily and swallowed him all the way to the hilt. Lara blushed as she saw Sarah moving in front of her, capturing her facial expressions. Then she saw Sarah move around behind her, focusing in on her backside.
Lara waited, expecting to feel Alistair’s average-sized cock pressing against her asshole, but her eyes shot open wide as she felt Bogwyn’s powerful hands tightly gripping her hips.
“Wait!” Lara protested, as she felt his swollen cock head pushing into her ass. “Ahhhhh!” Lara grunted loudly, clamping her eyes shut, as her tight asshole stretched painfully open around Bogywn’s thick cock. She could feel every bump and vein on his thick, 9 inch long cock, as her tight sphincter struggled to accommodate his impressive girth. Lara’s mouth made a perfectly round O-shape, as she felt Bogwyn pushing his thick cock deeper inside her, feeding inch after inch into her stretched asshole. When he finally bottomed out inside of her, Lara collapsed onto Zip’s chest, burying her head against his shoulder.
Lara shuddered and gasped breathlessly. She had never felt so full. She could feel the two cocks inside her, pressing against each other through the thin flesh separating her pussy and ass. Zip reached up with his hands and started squeezing Lara’s sensitive nipples, while slowly thrusting his hips upwards between her straddling thighs. Bogwyn slowly pulled backwards, watching as Lara’s stretched asshole prolapsed outwards slightly around his thick shaft. He pulled out about half way and then thrust powerfully forward again, burying his cock balls deep inside Lara’s ass.
Lara bucked and writhed as she was double-fucked with a slow, steady rhythm, each of Bogwyn’s powerful thrusts causing her perfect breasts to swing pendulously beneath her chest. Lara’s eyes were closed and she lost all concept of time. At some point, she felt a cock slapping against her cheek. Without thinking, she tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth, taking Alistair’s cock inside. Alistair grabbed hold of Lara’s lustrous hair and drove his cock in and out of her open mouth. Lara put up no resistance, and soon long strings of her saliva were dripping off Alistair’s cock and drooling sluttily down her chin.
It seemed like an age, but in reality only 3 minutes had passed before Sarah called out, “Switch places!”
Bogwyn was the first to pull out of her, Lara’s asshole bulging outwards around his cock, before finally releasing its grip with an audible pop. Bogwyn spread Lara’s ass cheeks forcefully apart, so that Sarah could film a close-up of her cavernous asshole, which was now gaping open almost 2 inches wide. Alistair pulled out next, slapping his wet cock against her face, and rubbing the excess saliva off onto her cheek.
Zip pushed Lara up off him, and slid out from between her legs, before Alistair took his place underneath her. Alistair lined up his cock with Lara’s wet pussy and then pulled her down on top of him. As Alistair’s cock impaled her pussy, Zip moved around behind her and took aim at her slowly closing asshole. Lara grunted as her stretched asshole, which had slowly started to close, was forced back open around another cock. After Bogwyn’s enormous cock, Lara’s asshole accepted Zip’s cock without resistance, and he was able to shove completely inside her in one quick thrust.
Zip and Alistair resumed fucking the sexy tomb raider between them, Lara’s mind slowly being overloaded by the sensation of having her pussy and asshole fucked simultaneously. Bogwyn moved around in front of her and rubbed his enormous 9 inch long cock against her face. Still in a daze, Lara obediently opened her mouth, tasting Bogwyn’s cock, fresh from her own ass. Lara bobbed her head up and down on Bogwyn’s cock, only managing to take 2 inches inside her mouth. She was dimly aware of the strong, musky taste of her own ass on his cock, but her mind was too far gone to protest.
Bogwyn reached down and grabbed one of Lara’s hands, placing it on the thick shaft of his cock. Then he pulled out and pushed Lara’s face under his curved shaft, towards his balls. Without being told, Lara parted her lips and started licking up and down Bogwyn’s balls and lower shaft, while jerking off his thick cock with her hand. This continued for another couple of minutes, before Sarah again shouted, “Change!”
Alistair slid out from between Lara’s legs and Zip pulled out of Lara’s well-used ass. Bogwyn lay down in front of Lara and motioned her to straddle him. On weak, shaking lags, Lara placed a foot on either side of Bogwyn’s thick waist and slowly lowered herself down. Reaching behind her with her left hand, Lara grasped the base of Bogwyn’s cock and guided his thick head towards her wet pussy. Biting her lip, Lara gingerly lowered her pussy down onto Bogwyn’s cock, feeling her smooth pussy lips expand around his thick cock before slowly swallowing it inside. Lara lowered herself downwards until Bogwyn’s 9 inch cock was pressing against her cervix. Then she felt Alistair slide his 5 inch cock easily inside her stretched asshole.
Bogwyn grabbed hold of Lara’s tiny waist to hold her in position, and started thrusting upwards powerfully with his hips, pounding his cock against her cervix. Meanwhile, Alistair reached around and grabbed two handfuls of Lara’s large breasts, mercilessly squeezing and molesting them while he pistoned his cock in and out of Lara’s unresisting ass. Lara could feel the incredible friction of the two cocks rubbing against each other inside of her. Lara opened her mouth and moaned loudly as she approached orgasm.
Zip moved around in front of her and grabbed hold of Lara’s long dark hair. Lara obediently opened her mouth and Zip thrust inside. Lara gagged as Zip slid all 6 inches of his black cock between her wet lips and down her throat. As her delicate throat expanded around the head of his 6 inch cock, Lara again tasted the familiar musk of her own ass on Zip’s shaft. Lara blushed as her conscious mind finally comprehended that she was performing ass-to-mouth on camera – shamefully licking and sucking on cocks that had only moments before been sodomizing her asshole.
Zip pulled out from Lara’s mouth, leaving a thick wet rope of saliva and pre-cum drooping down between Lara’s red lips and the end of his cock. Then he thrust back inside, deep throating his sexy boss. Sarah moved around and filmed Lara’s face, the delicate microphone on the camera capturing the loud gulping sounds she made each time her throat bulged open around the cock invading it. Lara looked sideways into the camera, both appalled and aroused by the thought of strangers on the internet bearing witness to her depravity. She imagined her friends watching the videos, perversely excited by her humiliation and debasement.
The brutal triple-fucking finally pushed Lara over the edge. She moaned loudly around the cock in her throat, her entire body shaking as she orgasmed powerfully. Zip came a moment later. His previous fucking of her had already lowered his resistance, and the delightful vibrations caused by Lara moaning around his cock had finally pushed him over the edge. Zip pulled out quickly and shot 3 long streams of cum over Lara’s face and hair. The first jet splashed across her right cheek and forehead, the second landed on her left cheek and nose; and the third dribbled across her red lips.
Zip moved over to stand beside Sarah, who had captured the humiliating cumshot in vivid high definition. Alistair was the next to cum. Feeling about to explode, he pulled out of Lara’s ass and rushed around in front of her. His first spurt of cum missed her face entirely and landed in her hair, but her next two shot across her forehead, joining the sticky cum already coating her beautiful face.
Bogwyn lasted the longest, fucking Lara for a full 3 minutes longer before finally pushing her off him and standing in front of her. Bogwyn purposefully jerked his cock off over Lara’s pretty face, sending 4 thick streams of cum jetting across her forehead, cheeks and chin. When he was finished, Lara’s beautiful features were almost entirely hidden under a thick layer of warm, sticky cum. Sarah moved forward and filmed a close-up of Lara’s gooey, cum glazed features.
“Smile for your audience.” Sarah instructed.
Lara forced herself to smile, looking completely ridiculous: naked, freshly fucked and her face plastered in a thick layer of cum. Lara blushed heavily, feeling about as far from a sophisticated, wealthy aristocrat as it was possible to be. Lara reached up to wipe the cum from her face.
“Make sure you don’t waste any. Swallow it all.” Sarah said, moving in closer to focus on Lara’s cum-covered face.
Shivering in disgust, Lara reluctantly stuck out her tongue and licked the disgusting cum from her hand. The taste of salty cum seemed to overwhelm Lara’s senses. She forced herself to swallow, feeling the obscene sensation of warm, slimy cum sliding down her throat; but the strong aftertaste remained, a sticky layer of the stuff coating her tongue. Lara scooped more of the gooey cum off her face, licking the disgusting substance from her fingers and palms and swallowing it down her throat. When she was finally finished, Sarah gestured for her to say her last line.
“Make sure to hit the Like button and Subscribe.” Lara said, feeling completely humiliated as she forced herself to smile and made the ‘thumbs-up’ gesture towards the camera.
“And that’s a wrap!” Sarah said.
Lara was allowed to go upstairs and shower. It was only 11am, so she was running ahead of schedule, but Lara decided to dress in her French maid’s costume now, rather than remain naked. Then she went downstairs for an early lunch. Winston was making sandwiches, and though she wasn’t feeling very hungry, she forced herself to have one, along with a large glass of water. Winston tried to smile at her reassuringly, but Lara couldn’t bring herself to return the gesture and focused on her sandwich.
When she was finished, she asked Winston for her assigned cleaning tasks.
“Today, you will be vacuuming all the hallways.” Winston instructed.
“Yes, Master Winston.” Lara answered robotically.
She went into the disused servant’s room where the cleaning supplies were kept and retrieved the vacuum cleaner, dragging out into the ground floor hallway before getting to work. For someone as intelligent as Lara, used to adventures and puzzles to overcome, spending hours on end performing boring menial cleaning tasks was pure torture. She constantly found her mind wandering, and it took all of her willpower to make herself focus on what she was doing.
She had only been working for about 2 hours, when she started to daydream about a trip to Central America, replaying in her mind the various traps and obstacles that she’d had to overcome. Her work slowed noticeably, and Winston, who had been dusting nearby, looked around and saw that Sarah had seen it too.
Winston saw Lara starting to daydream again. He looked around, hoping that Sarah hadn’t noticed, but she had. Pursing his lips, Winston stopped what he was doing and walked over to Lara. Sarah had allowed Lara to work under Winston without interference for the first day, seemingly content to just observe; but on the second day, Sarah had told him that Lara was slacking off, and it was his responsibility to punish her. Sarah had told him that for her punishment, he’d need to bend Lara over his knee and spank her 10 times on the bottom. Winston had initially refused, but then Sarah had announced that if he wouldn’t do it, she would get Bogwyn to do it, except that he’d be giving her 50 smacks using a leather belt. Lara had practically pleaded with him to spank her – and Winston could never say no to Lara.
Winston had tried to go easy on her the first time, but Sarah had told him to hit her harder, or she would get Bogwyn. And so Winston had spanked Lara until her sexy round bottom turned bright red. Lara had borne the indignity well, and Sarah seemed to be satisfied, allowing Lara to return to her cleaning duties. Lara had made an effort to stay focused, but inevitably, each day her mind would start to wander and her work would slow, and Winston would have to punish her again – Like now.
“Lara! What have I told you about not concentrating on your work!” Winston’s stern voice said, shocking Lara out of her daydreams.
“Sorry, Master Winston.” Lara apologised.
“I’m afraid I shall have to punish you again.” Winston said, trying to sound stern for Sarah’s benefit.
“Yes, Master Winston.” Lara agreed.
Winston moved towards a nearby chair and sat down. Lara blushed deeply and obediently leaned forward over his lap, so that her stomach was resting against his thighs. Winston reached down and pulled Lara’s short, frilly black maid’s dress up over her back, so that her G-string clad buttocks were completely exposed.
“I’m sorry.” Winston whispered softly, so that only she could hear.
Winston’s left hand suddenly slapped loudly against her naked left buttock. Lara grunted, more from shock than pain. Winston hit her ass again, this time on the right buttock, and again Lara grunted. Each stinging smack turned her shapely ass a brighter shade of red. She felt so humiliated and infantilised – here she was, a grown woman, being spanked on the bottom like a naughty child. When Winston reached smack number 7, Lara felt a familiar wetness growing between her legs. No! Lara thought. Not that! Not now! Not in front of Winston!!!
Smacks 8, 9 and 10 drew louder grunts from Lara, though now the sounds were deeper, and tinged with pleasure. Then she noticed something hard poking up at her stomach from Winston’s lap. At first she couldn’t think of what it was. Then she realised, to her horror, that it was Winston’s erection. He was getting turned on by spanking her. With her punishment over, Lara stood up and blushed as she pulled down and straightened her short frilly dress. She looked down and saw Winston wiping his wet left hand against the leg of his trousers. Lara blushed a deeper shade of red as she realised that the wetness coating his hand was her own pussy juices. Neither of them looked the other in the eye, each embarrassed by the thought that they had become aroused by this degrading act of corporal punishment.
Lara returned to her vacuuming, promising herself that she wouldn’t daydream again. At approximately 3.00pm, the front doorbell rang, and Lara moved to answer it. Over the past week, there had been a steady stream of couriers delivering packages and parcels from Sarah’s online shopping. Lara had almost gotten used to being ogled by strangers, though she still couldn’t stop herself from turning red with embarrassment. Sarah always made sure to be present when Lara answered the door, presumably so that she could witness her embarrassment. Today was no exception, and Sarah followed her downstairs towards the main entrance.
Pulling open the grandiose front door, Lara’s stomach turned when she saw that the person on her front step was not another random stranger but her best friend from high school, Samantha Nishimura. Sam was the same age as Lara, but several inches shorter, standing about 5’7” tall, with a sexy lithe build and a pretty face, framed by stylish, shoulder-length black hair. Her mixed European-Asian heritage softened her features and gave her a flawless tanned complexion that Lara had always been jealous of. Her brown eyes were hidden beneath an oversized pair of red designer sunglasses, and she was wearing what Lara would have described as a scandalously short red strappy sundress and a pair of matching red open-toed heels.
“Lara? Oh my God! Why are you dressed like that???” Sam blurted out, laughing uncontrollably.
Lara had always been such a tomboy. It had been an effort to get her to wear anything even remotely feminine. Now Sam looked on in disbelief at her best friend, dressed like a slutty cosplay maid. Lara was wearing a pair of black high heels that accentuated her long legs, which were even more exaggerated by the shortness of her frilly black maid’s dress, which barely covered her panties. The dress was synched in at the waist by a white apron tied around her back, while the low bust of the dress showed off the top part of Lara’s breasts and a great deal of her cleavage. Instead of her trademark ponytail, Lara’s long brown hair hung loosely down her back. Despite her efforts to remain composed, Sam bent over double, giggling uncontrollably at her best friend’s ridiculous costume.
Sam had known Lara since the age of 16, when she had travelled over to England for 6 months as an exchange student. Born to mixed Japanese and Portuguese parents, Sam had moved around a lot and had trouble fitting in, but she found a kindred spirit in Lara, who was also a bit of a loner. It was strange that they should have become such good friends, because they were polar opposites in so many ways: Sam was an extrovert, whereas Lara was an introvert; Sam loved to have fun and party, whereas Lara liked to train and study.
Despite their differences, or perhaps because of them, she and Lara seemed to complement each other. Lara made her focus more on her studies, and her dream of becoming a documentary film maker; and for her part, she tried to show Lara how to lighten up and have fun. At the end of her stay in England, Sam had invited Lara to spend the summer with her in California, staying with her parents. While there, she had dragged Lara along to countless nightclubs and parties, trying to show her that there was more to life than just visiting museums and reading dusty textbooks.
When Lara started tomb raiding, Sam accompanied her, filming her exploits and discoveries. It was in large part because of Sam’s viral YouTube videos that Lara had shot to fame as quickly as she had. They had been inseparable, until their friendship hit a large bump in the road. While travelling with Lara in Japan, Sam had been kidnapped by a crazy cult that believed she was descended from a long-dead Japanese Queen named Himiko. They fed her a constant cocktail of opiates and hallucinogenic drugs that made her believe she was possessed by Queen Himiko’s spirit.
Lara managed to find and free her, but she hadn’t been aware of the drugs that Sam had been taking. One week after her escape, and suffering from some serious drug withdrawal, Sam attacked a random stranger on the Tokyo subway with a knife, and then stabbed herself in the stomach, trying to expel the spirit of Queen Himiko. She ended up being committed to a mental institution – only her father’s enormous wealth and influence as a media mogul had s saved her from being criminally charged and serving jail time.
Sam spent the next 18 months in a mental institution, with no visitors allowed except for her mother and father. When she had finally been released, her parents refused to let Lara see her: they were concerned that reconnecting with her old life might lead to a relapse. It was a full two years before Sam contacted Lara again, and tried to rekindle their friendship. Despite both their efforts, she recognised that there was now a distance between them. On some level, Sam knew that she blamed Lara for her mental breakdown – maybe if she hadn’t followed Lara on her adventures, the Cult of Himiko would never have taken an interest in her. For her part, Lara felt guilty that she hadn’t been to visit Sam in all this time.
Their renewed friendship started off slow: just weekly emails, which soon turned into daily emails, and then finally into hour-long Skype sessions. Sam started getting her life back together, enrolling at UCLA and completing a degree in film making. It was during that period that she met her fiancée, a local Japanese tattoo artist named Han Kubota. Her parents had initially been against the match, viewing the award winning tattoo artist as socially beneath Sam; but when they saw how happy she was with him, and how much her mental state seemed to have improved, they slowly relented and finally gave the couple their blessing.
And so two weeks ago, Sam had travelled to England, to see her best friend and ask her to be her maid of honour. Lara had agreed, and was supposed to be organising a bachelorette party for her, but then she didn’t hear from Lara for over a week. She tried calling her, but her phone always seemed to be turned off and went straight to voicemail. Sam decided to drive to Croft Manor to see if anything was wrong, only to be confronted by her proud, beautiful friend, inexplicably dressed like a slutty French maid.
Lara turned bright red in the face of her best friend’s laughter.
“Why are you dressed like a slutty French maid?” Sam asked, doubling over and laughing hysterically.
“I… lost a bet.” Lara said lamely.
“Damn, Lara. I spend the better part of 4 years dragging you around to nightclubs, trying to bring out your inner party girl, and you’re telling me that all it took was a bet?” Sam said, giggling uncontrollably and wiping tears from her eyes.
“Lara, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” Sarah said from behind her.
Lara shuddered, feeling a pit in her stomach. “This is Samantha Nishimura. We went to school together.” Lara said, before turning to Sam. “And this is Sarah.”
Sam looked over at Sarah, who was wearing an expensive floral dress and jewellery, looking every inch the lady of the manor, and then back at Lara’s skimpy but rather plain French maid’s uniform.
“So… how come you haven’t been answering your phone?” Sam asked, trying to tactfully work out what was going on.
“I lost it.” Lara answered, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.
“What’s the deal here exactly?” Sam blurted out a moment later, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“Well, tell her.” Sarah goaded.
Lara cleared her throat. “Sarah is… my Mistress.” Lara said.
“Get out of town!!!” Sam shouted, unable to hide her surprise. “Wait! So… are you two, like, a couple?” Sam asked.
Lara blushed deeply.
“Oh my God!!!” Sam exclaimed. “I had no idea! No wonder you weren’t interested in any of the men I tried to hook you up with. How long have you known? And why are you dressed like a slutty maid?”
“I… lost a bet to Sarah.” Lara said, trying to think of the least humiliating way she could explain her current situation. “For the next month, I’m Mistress Sarah’s slave. I have to do everything she tells me.” Lara blushed with shame, feeling like she would die from embarrassment.
Sam started speaking very quickly, practically bombarding Lara with questions. “Wow! So you’re the bottom? That’s what you guys call it, isn’t it? I never would have guessed you’d be the submissive one. When did you first realise you were a lesbian? Or are you bi? I still don’t get the maid thing, though? Is this part of some sex game? What if someone else sees you? Aren’t you worried? How does Winston feel about all this? Do any of your other friends know? God, there’s so many things I want to ask!” Sam said.
“Perhaps we should go inside, where we can talk more comfortably.” Sarah said, motioning for Sam to enter.
Sam practically barged past Lara, unable to contain her excitement.
“Lara, fetch us a bottle of champagne and some glasses. We’ll take our refreshments in the library.” Sarah ordered.
“Yes Mistress.” Lara answered, watching her friend’s jaw drop in astonishment, as she obediently headed off to the kitchen.
“Details! Tell me everything!” Sam said eagerly, as Sarah led her towards the library.
Lara retrieved a bottle of champagne from the fridge, and two crystal glasses, laying them both on a silver serving tray, which she carried into the library.
As she entered she could hear Sarah and Sam giggling and laughing. They had only just met, but they were acting as though they were already best friends. Lara supressed a feeling of jealousy and walked into the library.
“If I wasn’t already engaged to be married, I’d be jealous.” Sam said. “Going from maid to Mistress in less than two months: now that’s impressive!”
“I know. Part of me still can’t believe it.” Sarah answered.
“When did you first know?” Sam asked, as Lara laid her serving tray on the table.
Now it was Sarah’s turn to blush. “I knew I was in love with Lara the moment I first laid eyes on her.”
“Ohhhhh.” Sam said, swooning and then turning to Lara. “You two make such a cute couple.”
Lara was shocked by how quickly Sam had accepted this situation. “How can you be taking this so well?” Lara asked incredulously.
“It’s the 21^st century, Lara! You don’t have to hide who you are anymore! I’m your friend and I am fully supportive of your alternative lifestyle. I’m sure all of your friends will be too. You do whatever makes you happy.” Sam said.
Lara was speechless.
“You can go back to helping Winston, Lara. We’ll call you if we need anything.” Sarah told her.
“Yes Mistress.” Lara answered, grating at the indignity of being dismissed from her best friend’s presence, in her own house!
Lara resumed her vacuuming, but she was preoccupied thinking about what stories Sarah was telling about her. Winston noticed her inattention, but thankfully Sarah wasn’t around, so he didn’t have to punish her again. More than two hours passed before Sarah used the intercom to call Lara back to the library. When she entered, she saw that Sarah and Sam were watching a video on Sam’s smartphone. Sam’s mouth was gaping open in disbelief.
“And you’re telling me that this is real?” Sam said in disbelief.
“Zip alters it to make it look fake, but it’s a hundred percent real. That’s Bogwyn whose face has been blurred out.” Sarah explained.
Lara blushed as she realised that they must be watching her previous sex tape.
“Holy shit, Lara. I never know you were so kinky. You’re lucky that Sarah lets you have an open relationship like this. I’d be so totally jealous!” Sam said.
“It’s Ok.” Sarah said. “Lara has special needs. I’m hoping that this will let her get it out of her system, and then we’ll be able settle down into a normal relationship; but until then, I’m just happy to be part of her life.”
Sam got up and grabbed hold of Lara’s shoulders, shaking her theatrically. “You are so lucky, Lara! Sarah loves you so much! Do not screw this up!” Sam said.
Lara’s jaw practically hit the floor. What the hell was happening? She thought.
“So… do you two use… you know, toys or strap-ons or something?” Sam asked, obviously excited to be discussing Lara’s sex life.
“Not so far. I’m happy with oral, and Lara seems to really enjoy the fistings I give her.” Sarah said.
Sam’s jaw dropped in shock, and Lara blushed in complete humiliation.
“You fist Lara? How??? I’ve seen her naked. She’s really small down there!” Sam said.
“Small but stretchy.” Sarah smiled. “Honestly, it’s like her pussy is made from rubber and magic.”
Lara blushed again, and Sam turned to her.
“When did you first realise that you were a submissive exhibitionist?” Sam asked her.
“I… think I’ve always know.” Lara said, hating having to play along with this degrading charade. “I was just too afraid to admit it.”
“I’m so proud of you, Lara.” Sam said, standing up and embracing her like a sister. “It takes a lot of courage to come out of the closet like this.”
Sam kissed her on the cheek and then walked over to Sarah. “It was lovely to meet you, Sarah.” Sam said, kissing the younger blonde on both cheeks. “I wish you both the world of happiness.”
“It was lovely to finally meet one of Lara’s female friends.” Sarah answered, blushing.
“I’ll see you both this weekend for my bachelorette party.” Sam said, smiling and winking to Sarah before walking towards the front door. “Thanks again for letting me have it here… and don’t worry Lara: I’ll make sure that all the girls know what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” Sam said.
Lara stood there dumbfounded, as her best friend apparently gave her full blessing to Lara’s sexual slavery and walked out the door.
“She seems really nice, Lara. You’re so lucky to have such an accepting friend.” Sarah said, as Lara watched Sam walk across the gravel driveway towards her car.
“Yes Mistress.” Lara answered nonplussed, before closing the door and following Sarah back inside the house.
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