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Prepare to see lying. Lots and lots of lying. It’s gonna get hot.
Chapter 35: Xavier’s Grudge: Mark Tremaine
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A bright overhead light penetrated the weave of the dark hood over his head.
The captive, having come to, found himself tied to a chair, bound to the armrest and the legs by metal cuffs.
A quick test showed the chair to be immovably bolted to the ground.
“State your name, please.” A voice, seemingly filtered through the intercom, said.
“Where the fuck am I?” the captive muffled through the hood.
Suddenly, an indescribable pain lanced through his body, as electrodes that he couldn’t see through the hood sent a stream of burning agony.
When it finally subsided, a puddle of urine was forming underneath the chair.
“State your name, please.” The voice repeated.
“M… Mark Tremaine… please… what do you want with me?”
“Are you the same Mark Tremaine that attended the University College London, who played rugby for the school team for all four years?”
“Y..yes… please… my brother is a member of the House of Lords...he’ll pay whatever you WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The shock this time was cut short of being as long and excruciating as the first round, although its effects were no less felt by Mark.
“Only answer questions and provide statements as prompted. Now, are you familiar with Countess Lara Croft of Abbingdon?”
“What? No… I mean… we went to the same school…she was two years above me…”
“Two days ago, you happened across a thumb drive whilst commuting home from your workplace. Did you not?”
“Oh god… that… I swear… I had no idea what was on that thumb drive when I found it… “
“Did you open it and view its contents?”
“I… please… I promise… I’ll never tell anyone what I saw… just please let me go…”
“Do you admit to having had a tryst with the Countess during your sophomore year at the University?”
“How did… yes… yes I did…but she was the one that initiated, I swear, I never did anything to hurt her. Please…”
The intercom went silent for what seemed like an hour, but might’ve only been half that long. Then, Mark heard a door behind him open, and blinked back the brightness as the hood was pulled off of his head.
“Please… I didn’t see anything!” he begged, squeezing his eyes shut. He was sobbing. He knew it was pathetic, a 16 stone former collegiate athlete crying like a class A wuss.
“Calm down, we’re not going to hurt you, provided that you cooperate with us, understand?”
“Yes… yes I swear I do anything…”
“Did you view all of the contents on that thumb drive?”
“…yes.” Mark hesitated before answering.
“Was pretty hot, was it not?” the voice said silkily.
“W...what?” the question caught Mark entirely by surprise, and in spite of himself, he opened his eyes, looking up at the speaker.
She was a gorgeous broad, A brunette, dressed in a starch white collared shirt and blue business suit, both so form fitting that her shapely breasts and buttocks seemed to be in danger of bursting out from their confines.
“I asked you, did you find the videos and images of Lara Croft engaging in multiple varieties of hard fucking hot? Did you jerk off to it?”
“I...yes… it was very hot.” befuddled, Mark nearly forgot his anger.
“I know, right, it was totally hot. My name is Kitty by the way. Which one was your favorite? The one where the Fatty had her taped down in the interrogation room? Or the one where she was getting porked by the huge Russian and a dozen other men?” As she introduced herself, Kitty encircled Mark, one hand lazily dragging around his broad shoulders.
“...I... liked the one with the chains and the spiked dildo...was that for real? That looked like it really hurt, she looked like she actually fainted…” Mark found himself being surprisingly honest.
Kitty smiled.
“That’s one of my favorites too, but let’s move on. I’m going to tell you exactly what is going on here, so listen carefully, and try not to interrupt.” Her last words were breathed into his ears as both of her hands slid down his front from behind him, exploring his well muscled pecs.
“Lady Croft first came to us a few years ago, seeking the thrills of… let’s say… an alternative lifestyle that she couldn’t otherwise come across. I’m sure you’re at least familiar with the concept of bondage and submission.
Our club is quite exclusive, well funded, and, until recently, a closely guarded secret. These were the qualities of our organization that first drew Lady Croft to us. Speaking of secrets, did you tell anyone about what you found?”
“No.”
“I believe you. The moment you plugged that drive into your computer it sent out an encrypted warning to us, and we’ve monitored your every movement and action since then.
Anyways, back to the story.
Initially, Lady Croft was a patreon to our services, paying the not insignificant retainer for our services that promised her ample opportunities to deviant experimentation while making sure no one ever found out about her peculiar tastes.
However, as you may have heard, For quite a few years leading up to, and during, her college years, Lady Croft was embroiled in a legal battle with her uncle Lord Errol Croft due to the mysterious circumstances regarding her father’s disappearance.
Now, the tabloids will tell you that Lara Croft won this battle, and became endowed with a significant inheritance from which she has been living off of comfortably ever since, but the truth is a few years ago, A reinvestigation of the proceedings of this legal case resulted in a backdoor judgement against Lady Croft, in which she retained the title of the Countess of Abbingdon, as well as permission to continue living in Croft Manor. However, all of her hitherto owned inheritance was judged to rightfully belong to Lord Errol.
This not only included all of the money she had left, none of which she actually earned herself. It also included all of the money she had spent, a large portion of which was paid to my organization for her deviant lifestyle.”
“You must be joking!” Mark suddenly said. “I don’t know Lara that well, but there’s no way she’d do that…”
“How do you think she got into the University?”
“...I assumed her family pulled some strings…”
“No, her parents were both dead, and she and her uncle were hardly friends. She also had little academic qualifications as an actual applicant since she spent most of her schooling years following her father around on his adventures, which, by the way, is where she acquired her sexual eccentricities.
The truth is she seduced several members in the office of enrollment, who managed to slide her name past the system. Not that I’m here to ruin your memory of her, but quite a few of her Professors at the university enjoyed her company as well…”
“You...can’t be serious…” Mark said, but already the conviction in his voice was gone. Did he really know Lara? They met at one of his games, and hooked up that one unforgettable time... at least it was for him. She was quite aggressive during the hook up, but afterwards seemed to lose interest, and despite his best efforts any possible followup ended up being snubbed.
Was I just one of her random sexual cravings? Used then forgotten?
The wall in front of him lit up, and to Mark’s surprise, and abject horror, the entire wall had become a huge screen on which Lara Croft, the one and only, was in the process of fucking the same giant Russian from the prison themed rape video he had seen two days ago. He had replayed that video, in addition to the one with the spiked dildo, several times, in his masturbatory sessions.
But this… the video looked to be taking place in a room very similar to the one Mark was in. Could it be? The same concrete floors, the same light fixtures. The only difference was the room being a little smaller, and there being a dirty looking mattress on the ground upon which the two shimmering naked forms were vigorously copulating.
“Is this… live?!”
Kitty looked up, and smiled at the screen.
“She does seem to be enjoying herself quite a bit, doesn’t she? But I’m going to finish my story.
Anyways, due to the unique protocols of our accounting system and the need for discretion, we couldn’t accept payment for our services if the legality of those funds are called into question. So we were forced to return everything Lady Croft had paid us, even though she had made ample use of our services over a course of several years. All in all, we were only one of many debtors that she ended up owing a substantial sum of money to.”
“So… you forced her into prostitution?” Mark concluded, still wanting to believe that Lara couldn’t possible have agreed to this, that she was an unwilling victim.
Still, watching Lara bounce up and down on the huge cock of the Russian, Mark could feel that she was genuinely enjoying herself. Her flushed face didn’t seem distressed or even removed from the action, in fact looking like she had already cummed quite a few times. And unlike the way he behaved in the ultra realistic prison rape video, the Russian wasn’t strong arming Lara at all. As a matter of fact, he was wearing a black blindfold, his thick hands interlocked with Lara’s own as she fucked him cowgirl style. She was looking down at the him with a thin smile as she gyrated into his lap. Both of them were moaning in obvious pleasure, and although the volume on the video was turned way down, Mark could still hear the louder fragments of the sex.
“Actually, it was Lady Croft herself who approached us.” Kitty said
”She figured, that since she had no desire to stop using our services despite not being able to afford it, that she might simply work off her debt by her enrolling in some of our… more extreme… scenarios, as a worker, rather than a client. We have some very wealthy patrons, and some of them, once they heard the famous Lady Croft had put herself on the market, paid quite handsomely for single meetings with her. Would you like to hear it in her own voice? Here is the audio advertisement on her clientele-accessible page.”
As if on queue, the intercom blipped, There was a few seconds of soft buzzing static, then....
“My name is Lara Croft, and I’m here to work off my accumulated debts in the service of my creditors.….
“Holy sh…” there was no doubt. The inflection, the luscious tone. This was Lara Croft, the same one that had taken Mark’s virginity back when he was barely nineteen.
“...To my creditors, I am making all of my services, be it professional, personal, or physical, available for your perusement and use…I am able...and willing to experiment with virtually all kinds of sexual activity. I’ve participated in gang bangs, extreme bondage, and have let myself be raped by many men and women...In fact, I often cum the hardest when being raped.”
“Good god…” this woman....
“...I can’t afford for anyone to find out about my secrets, and until I work off my debts, I’m counting on my creditors to keep those secrets for me.” The clip ended, and for several seconds, Kitty let Mark stew in shocked silence.
”How much of my story do you believe now?”
“I… why should I trust you?”
“The real question, Mr. Tremaine, is why shouldn’t you trust me. What reason would I have to spin this rather elaborate yarn when our motive to keep everything a secret can easily be solved by having you killed in an accident?”
“I...okay, good point, but why are you telling me this?” The evidence was pretty damning.
”Now that we have established what Lady Croft has been doing in her spare time, we come to you, Mr. Tremaine. Two days ago, when the whole world thought Lara Croft had departed the United Kingdom for an excavation in Peru, she was in reality making an extended visit to one of her clients in London. Out of the numerous requests the client chose to make, Lady Croft was to bring with her a thumb drive containing a series of erotically stimulating footage to play in the background while she and the client conducted their business.”
”Somehow, Lady Croft managed to lose this thumb drive. And, somehow, it managed to find its way into your hands, thereby exposing you to not just Lady Croft’s intensely private life, but also potentially jeopardizing our entire operation.”
“...does that mean you’re going to let me live if I promise never to tell anyone?” Mark asked, a glimmer of hope. He was sporting a massive hardon now, as he watched Lara, willingly, roll to the side, switching positions with the prone Russian, who waited until she had wrapped her legs around his herculean buttocks before starting to hammer into her. Lara’s moans were getting loud enough that Mark could hear most of it.
No way she was being forced.
“Well, as you might guess, Lady Croft was quite distraught over losing the thumb drive. Not only did she earn far less money from her client that night than she had planned, but now she had to worry that whomever saw that drive would share it’s racy contents with the world or let something slip verbally. That sort of publicity would be devastating to her. I mean, sure there are a few members of her archaeological circles that she’s slept with to advance her career, but this sort of wide exposure would be far more damaging.
So… she hired us, promising more of her time in service of course, to track down anyone who has seen the videos, and, pardon my honesty, eliminate them.”
“She hired you to kill me?!” Mark said, incredulous but not without a part of him already buying the story.
“Well, not you specifically, but when we did our research into you and told her that you and her may have had past history, she did stick with her decision to have you silenced.”
On queue, Lara’s voice came back over the speakers.
“Just kill him…..Oh for god’s sake, I want to you kill Mark Tremaine!”
“That cold bitch!” Mark swore. Whatever pity at Lara’s possibly coerced plight was wiped out by the knowledge that she wanted him dead. That was her voice specifically naming him out as the target of termination. The little famous slut got in over her head by fucking around, and now wants him dead for simply chancing across her secret?!
“But...why are you telling me all of this?” he said, once he had a chance to calm down.
“I’m telling you this because what we have here is a decided conflict of interest...” Kitty begun, pausing as Lara’s moans reached a fevered pitch, lasting for several seconds while her legs thrashed about with orgasmic fervor. Even with his newfound fury towards her, Mark couldn’t help but wish it were him and not the Russian that was fucking her senseless on that mattress.
“While I can neither confirm nor deny that we have, in the past, silenced potential witnesses, your case happens to be a rather special one.”
“Namely, one of our founding members happens to hold your brother in high regard, and would rather his service in Parliament not be disrupted on account of his kid brother mysteriously dying, even if accidentally.”
“That being said, since Lady Croft is simultaneously one of our highest earners as well as being a long time, well, former, long time patron, we can’t ignore her request for preserving her secrecy, can we?”
“Grrr, let me go, I’ll promise not to tell anyone,” Mark said, gritting his teeth in anger. “Besides, what proof do I have? Who’s going to believe me even if I said something?”
“You might be surprised. For years the paparazzi have been trying to pry into Lady Croft’s personal life. I can only imagine that they would redouble their efforts if even a rumor of her participation as an escort service got out.”
“Then what do I have to do?” Mark said, now getting more optimistic about his survival chances since Kitty was being so forthcoming.
“I’m going to make you a one time offer, that I cannot possibly imagine you’d want to refuse even if you didn’t know anything about our program.” Kitty begun.
“Firstly, it is our policy to protect our clients and workers with all means necessary. So when Lady Croft tells us to silence you, it is because you’re a witness and potential leak. However, if you were to become our client, it would mean we could not kill you even if one of our workers, in this case Lady Croft, wants you dead, as we are contractually obligated to protect you, provided you show no signs of letting our secret out.”
“That’s… simple enough. Where do I sign up?” Mark said, a little too eagerly. Then, looking at Lara, who seemed to have reached another climax while the Russian had switched to pounding her asshole, he had another thought.
“And what’s it gonna cost for me to fuck this cold hearted bitch until she can’t walk anymore?” he added.
“Well,” Kitty grinned, “this is where I can tell you that it is your lucky day. We happen to have a patron, one of Lady Croft’s other influential clients, who is currently extremely unsatisfied with her recent performances. He has offered to foot the cost of seeing someone with a grudge against Lady Croft have his way with her during his next scheduled session with her, as punishment.
Now, given the knowledge that Lady Croft wants you dead, wouldn’t you say you happen to meet that criteria?”
“Fuck yes.” Mark exclaimed, in near disbelief at his luck.
“In addition, in return for your silence, we are prepared to offer you a lifetime basic membership to access our escort services, which gives a steep discount on all but the most premium of selections. To protect our extensive list of high end workers, I can’t give you the full list of names or pricings, but I can tell you that the discount is a fixed 60% off. This membership will, of course, persist as long as you remain quiet about any of Lady Croft’s ties to our organization, as well as refrain from making even the subtlest of insinuations regarding her private sex life. How is this deal sounding so far?”
“I. Fuck, I guess I should be thanking you?” Mark said, salivating as he eyed Lara, who was now being rocked back and forth on all fours, doggy style. There were thick strands of semen drenching her midriff, and Mark could swear the white flecks flying from the tips of her pierced nipples were her milk and not just the big Russian’s cum.
“Out of sheer curiosity...how much does a night with this cold bitch cost?”
“Oh, that depends on the specifics of the request. But given the the understandable demand and the novelty of her royal genealogy, the basic fee for a one time two hour meeting with Lady Croft is two hundred thousand pounds.”
“Two hundred thou… holy shit.”
“I can tell you that the average that Lady Croft’s clients spend on her per meeting is half a million pounds.”
“Fuck...that must be some real debt this bitch is paying off…”
“Oh, the payment is not directly routed to Lady Croft. We handle all transactions on her behalf, then giver her her cut once her incurred expenses and the interest from her debt has been deducted.” Kitty said matter of factly.
“That’s pretty sly of you guys… did the Russian pay that much? He doesn’t look like he can afford her.”
“Oh, no, Lady Croft is actually his client. She pays quite a bit to enjoy the use of his obviously impressive assets.”
“What a slut...lucky guy, maybe I should start working a shift here, haha” Mark said, joking but partly meaning it.
“Oh I don’t think you’re brother would take too kindly to his kid brother choosing this line of work. Neither would the founding member that I had mentioned earlier. A scandal involving you would reflect poorly on your brother, which would be against our interests.
That being said, let’s get down to business.” as she spoke, Kitty undid the bindings to Mark’s wrist and ankles. She had already pulled the electrodes from his body at some point, when he was too engrossed in staring at Lara, who was currently taking nearly all of the Russian’s massive cock into her mouth, apparently in an effort to get him hard again as he had just dumped a load all over the small of her back. Mark actually took two steps in the direction of the screen as if it were actually a glass wall, and Lara was having sex on the other side. Then he remembered and turned to look at Kitty, who flashed him a smile.
She was quite a piece too. He wondered if she was also available for a “date”, but didn’t ask.
“Now, am I to understand that you would like to take our wealthy patron up on his offer to enjoy Lady Croft’s company for a night?”
“Fuck yes.” Mark exclaimed, his eyes fixated on Lara. The Russian’s cum was pouring from her ass and pussy, dripping from her back and chest, and he was pretty sure in a few moments he was going to see it ooze from around the massive rod in her mouth. The bitch was positively hyperventilating now, writhing her body in ecstasy, two dark messy blotts had formed on the mattress beneath her, continuing to expand as it absorbed the milk leaking from her rocking tits.
“Very well then. Of course, our client has several requests that he wishes for the person using his paid for time honor. I’m just going to rattle them off, stop me if you object to anything on the list.”
“Oh I’m sure I won’t” Mark said, brimming with anticipation. He didn’t even feel or smell his own urine caking the inside of his pants.
Welp, it’s time to rape a bitch and teach her a lesson...
************************************************************************* Ok the momentum's slowed a little. I might take a bit more time with the next chapter, but it's going to be called "Xavier's Grudge: Reunion". There will be an update in the discussion thread covering what I have planned next.
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