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Part 4: Fuck Slave Protocols

“A spoiled little rich bitch...?”, Lara muttered to herself angrily as she watched her digital doppleganger deep throat about ten inches of Zip's cock on the screen before her. “Worthless white throat...?”, she was still bent over the real Zip's recumbent body in the dark and steamy expanse of Croft Manor's newly refurbished undercroft, her face level with her employee's big vertically erect cock, her nose filled with the musky scent of his swarthy unwashed balls.

For the past twenty minutes or so she had been unable to tear her eyes away from the screen, seemingly mesmerized by the sordid scenes of herself and Zip acting out the black man's adolescent sex fantasies. Her curiosity had quickly turned to indignation as she had witnessed him push her around, undress her, spank her ass, take liberties with her body that she knew he would never dare in real life. But this was taking it too far.

On screen, Zip had now buried one hand deep in her thick chestnut tresses and was casually thrusting his hips up into her face, forcing first ten, then eleven inches, then a solid foot of forearm thick coal-black cock down her throat. Lara's digital twin was gagging pathetically on her employee's shaft, her eyes wide and pleading as she looked up at him imploringly.

“Right, I think that's quite enough of that”, Lara hissed, reaching for the big glass and metal mask covering the top half of Zip's head. She grabbed it with both hands and was just about to rip it off the tech geek's head when Alister's voice stopped her.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you, Lara”, he said, calmly descending the steps that led down from the main hall.

“And why the bloody hell not?”, Lara demanded.

“Well, the consequences could be extremely unpredictable for one thing”. He reached the bottom of the staircase and stopped, maintaining a distance of about twenty feet between himself and Lara.

“The neural uplink from Zip's central nervous system to our main server has been troublesome from day one. I'm afraid we still haven't been able to resolve a feedback loop error that occurs when the remote subject's temporary sensory blocker terminates before the appropriate shutdown sequence has processed”.

“Riiiight...”, Lara batted her eyelashes. “And in some language that's English?”

“Zip could fall into a coma if you remove his headset now”.

“Works for me”, Lara nodded appreciatively. “It would make it easier for me to cut off his balls and feed them to him”.

“You're angry, I understand.” Alister held up his palms and started walking slowly towards her. “Look, I know how this might look to the untrained eye, Lara. But believe me, Zip and I have been developing this project for all the right reasons”.

“The right reasons?!”, Lara almost choked on the words – while on-screen the digital Lara really did choke on Zip's big thrusting cock as he rammed almost the full length of it down her throat with deep forceful thrusts. He was still laying on his back with his eyes closed, but now had two bunches of Lara's luscious chestnut locks gripped firmly in both hands. He was using them as leverage to more effectively fuck her throat at an upward angle while holding her head in place above his crotch.

“Yes, of course”, Alister lied. His eyes dropped to check out Lara's thighs and ass, which were still very much on display as she leant over Zip and inspected his head-set. “The moment we discovered your financial problems early last year we started an inventory of your life. Our aim was to identify your most valuable, err... assets, so to speak”.

Lara glanced over her shoulder, puzzled for a moment, then noticed where he was looking.

“Oh, really, Alister”, she rolled her eyes, “is that all you men ever think about? I'm not some naïve glamour model getting by by flashing my cleavage on instagram, you know. I'm a respected member of the Royal Society of Archaeology. My family name is synonymous with some of the most important archaeological discoveries of the last one hundred years”

“Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?”, Alister cupped his ear. The thick glottal noises coming from the monitor above Zip's thighs were drowning out Lara's voice. All around them the cellar walls echoed with obscene salival gagging sounds as Zip hilted his fourteen inch cock deep in the recesses of Lara's throat and held it there.

“I said,” Lara raised her voice, “my family name is synonymous with...”

“GLLUUURK SSpplurrgghll... HUUUUAAAHHH!!”, the onscreen Lara gasped desperately for air as Zip let her up for a five-second breather.

“Sorry, say again?”, Alister requested politely.

“I said, my name is synonymous with some of the most...”

“UMMmmphmmph...mmmmbbllmmblll...”, her digital doppleganger moaned loudly around Zip's cock again. He was now rolling his big, cum-leaking helmet around in her mouth, pushing it into Lara's cheek and lewdly distending her lips and face.

“Not to mention, I-I'm a bloody feminist icon!”, Lara blurted, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than Alister now. “Strong, independently minded women the world over draw inspiration from...”

“Fuck yeah!”, Zip laughed on screen. “Fuckin' take that cock you big titted white whore!!”

“They draw inspiration from my... from my...”, Lara lost her train of thought again. Her eyes kept on being drawn back to the screen.

They were still on the sun-lounger, but now Zip was kneeling above Lara with her head caught between his thighs. This gave the gadget geek a more dominant position to fuck the tomb raider's face from. By pushing the base of his shaft downward with his thumb, he was able to angle his thick black cock straight down Lara's throat and force-feed her almost his entire length. Lara was gasping and spluttering in time with his thrusts, snatching husky breaths on his upswing then gagging pitifully with each foot-long downward stroke that Zip plunged into the pit of her oesophagus. Gazing up at him with her big hazel eyes wide and pleading, she was truly a pathetic sight, thick globs of bubbly saliva erupting from her nostrils and ruining her face as Zip owned her throat with his cock.

The real life Lara was beginning to look a little disheartened.

“Look, Lara”, Alister saw his opening. “I'm not trying to take anything away from what you've achieved with your expeditions. Not only in England, but all over the world, you've attained a level of fame that most people in your field would be willing to sell their souls for. But let's face it, what are most archaeologists, Lara? Stuffy middle-aged men sitting around in libraries with their noses buried in old books”.

“Well, yes, that's true, but...”, Lara still couldn't tear her eyes away from the sleeze-filled scenes on the screen. It was very distracting to watch herself being treated like a five-dollar whore by a man she had spent a good portion of the last three years cock-teasing for her own personal amusement. Zip really had a lot of pent-up sexual frustration, she realized. Was this the effect her body really had on men? “But”, she faltered, “but... just because I'm an attractive young woman doesn't mean I'm nothing more than a sex object...”

“Of course not”, Alister cut in. “It was never our intention to imply anything of the sort. All we're suggesting is that you use every resource at your disposal to overcome your current financial crisis, Lara. Now as you know, the series of video games based on your adventures, the “Tomb Raider” franchise, has always been one of your estate's biggest money-spinners”.

“That's true”, Lara ventured cautiously. She didn't like the sound of where this was going.

“And now that we're experiencing something of a shortfall in terms of income from our usual sources, Zip and I have hit upon the idea of, well, shall we say, rather radically overhauling the content and gameplay of your next release”.

“You want to release THIS to the public?!”, Lara blurted. “Oh, absolutely not! This could ruin my reputation, releasing a... a sex simulator that anyone could use to... do all kinds of horrible things to ME? You need your head examining if you think I'll agree to this!”

“No, no, not this, Lara”, Alister gestured dismissively at the screen. “What we're really trying to develop here is a fully interactive, fully immersive virtual reality adventure game”.

The couple on screen had changed positions again. Zip was now standing beside the sun lounger with Lara kneeling directly in front of him. The black man had a big bottle of baby lotion in one hand which he was squirting all over Lara's luscious bikini-clad tits while she held them up for him.

“Players will be able to enter this virtual world through a total sensory replacement visor, such as the one Zip has on right now. Once inside, players can take on a persona of their own choosing within the storyline of one of your adventures. Where they decide to go, what they decide to do, and how they decide to act, will be completely at their discretion”.

After Zip had emptied about half the bottle over Lara's now-gleaming breasts, he made Lara sandwich his cock between them. The Tomb Raider's generous cleavage proved more than a match for even Zip's forearm-thick black python, enveloping his entire girth in a tight, slick tunnel of supple tit-flesh that bulged lusciously between Lara's slender fingers. Then she started working her tits firmly back and forth along the entire length of his oiled-up cock, giving the black man an intensely pleasurable tit-fuck that made Alister's own shaft twitch and strain beneath his slacks with envy. Swallowing hard, he pushed on with his sales pitch.

“We're working on a revolutionary AI system that will continually adapt to the actions of the player, creating a potentially infinite number of different gaming experiences, each one tailored to the preferences of the individual player”.

“Zip's just getting a little... lost in the moment here. He was only supposed to run a few routine checks on your in-game model's physical capabilities. Before giving you a formal presentation this morning we just wanted to make sure everything was running smoothly. The poor chap's been working on this project night and day for the past six months. You can hardly blame him for letting off a little steam when the opportunity arose”.

“No, well, I suppose not...”, Lara couldn't believe that Alister's words were actually starting to make sense. But still, if she really was broke this would be a rather cost-effective way of regaining her family fortune. She didn't want her name going down in the history books as the one who had squandered the Croft family heritage. Maybe her reputation would take a few blows in the short term, but she could re-invest any money made from this... game in a new expedition. And soon enough her latest ground-breaking archaeological discovery would eclipse any bad publicity coming from a mere toy. These things were just pop culture anyway, she reasoned. Here today, gone tomorrow, abandoned to the recesses of some nerd's cum-encrusted laptop hard drive.

“Well, let's imagine, just for a moment, that I'm not entirely averse to your little project here”, Lara raised a thoughtful eyebrow. Alister felt his blood surge. Was she really giving in this easily? “What exactly would you and Zip need me to do?”

“It's quite simple actually”, Alister circled around the chair to stand opposite Lara. “As you may have noticed, the in-game Lara model is a near perfect match for you physically. But no matter how many personality profiles or AI algorithms Zip tries to install on her, we just can't seem to replicate your, how can I put this, your highly individual personal character traits”.

They both looked at the screen together for a moment. Lara's digital twin was holding her full oiled-up tits together around the girth of Zip's cock. She was kneeling before him, up on the balls of her feet, energetically bouncing her torso up and down as she gave the groaning black man the tit-job of a lifetime.

“Are you enjoying this, Mister Zip, sir?”, she asked hopefully.

Zip just nodded dreamily. His eyes were half closed and his head was lolling back as though he were about to pass out at any moment from the sheer mind-blowing bliss of having his cock lubed, rubbed, massaged, stroked, sucked and serviced, seemingly endlessly, by one of the hottest women ever to walk the face of the earth.

“Yeah, baby”, he groaned, “You doin' a damn fine job there, Lara. Keep it up”.

“Yes, Mr. Zip, sir”, Lara replied enthusiastically, before re-doubling her efforts. Craning her neck forward, she took the entire head of Zip's cock inside her mouth and started energetically bobbing her head. Keeping pace with her full slippery tits sliding up and down the lower ten inches of his cock, she slurped and slathered his protruding glands with almost the full length of her tongue while sucking hard on his helmet. Hollowing out her cheeks she eagerly swallowed the spurts and creamy gouts of precum that were now pumping and oozing almost non-stop from Zip's ripe-to-nut balls.

Alister cast a sideways glance at Lara. “See what I mean?”

“Yes”, Lara had to concede, “she is a little overly compliant”.

“So what we're proposing”, Alister continued, “is essentially a complete neural superimposition”.

“A what now?”

“In layman's terms we want to map the neural structure of your brain, convert that structure into a digital data map, and then upload that map into the AI model's personality database. In theory, doing so should allow the digital Lara to replicate your reactions much more authentically. She will think, talk, react, and make decisions in much the same way you would act in any given situation”.

“And you can do this?”, Lara glanced at him dubiously. “Sounds like science fiction to me”.

“If you agree, Lara, then yes, we can do this this afternoon, in a matter of minutes in fact”.

“And what would I have to do?”

“Oh, nothing much”, Alister kept his nerves in check. It was all going better than he could have hoped, despite Zip's massive cock-up here – allowing himself to get caught with, well, his massive cock up. “We'd just need you to put on the sensory replacement visor and sit in the chair. The tech will take of the rest. It should all be over with in twenty minutes or less”.

“And there are no side effects? No chance I'll end up a vegetable, or develop a sudden craving for human flesh if this thing back-fires and fries my brain or something of the sort?”

“Lara, please”, Alister help up his palms, “you have to trust me. Everything we've done here has been for you. All Zip and I want is to help you through this rough patch. You'll see, a few months from now, after we market and sell this game, and reap the profits, you'll be back in some sweltering South American rain forest, hot on the trail of some new ancient artefact. Just like old times”.

Lara thumbed her lower lip thoughtfully. Alister's cock twitched in his slacks. He was so close, yet so far. Just one more step and he could make this spoiled little upper-class princess pay for cock teasing him for the past four years. He had a long laundry list of grievances against her, and an even longer list of sexual fantasies that he was just aching to act out with her ripe young body. All he needed was...

“Alright”, Lara's response caught him off guard.

“Alright? You mean you'll do it?”

Lara nodded. “On one condition”.

“Name it”, Alister replied eagerly.

Lara glanced at the monitor. Zip was now taking her digital doppleganger doggy-style, up her ass. His big black cock was pumping in and out of her asshole like a steam powered piston, stretching it out to an obscene width while Zip squatted above her, thrusting down with both hands braced against Lara's thick white ass-cheeks.

*WHAP!* The black man landed a firm palm on Lara's right buttock, making it jiggle deliciously as he hammered down on her asshole.

“Yeah, bitch!”, he laughed. “Not so tough now, Lara, huh? Think you such a bad ass, kicking all them special forces' be-hinds? Well, you ain't so tough that you don't squeal like a little white bitch when you gettin' power-fucked up yo ass by a big ol' black stud like me, do ya?”

He was pounding down on Lara's upraised ass with such force that she had to brace herself against the sun lounger with both hands. But Zip's hard deep thrusts still drove her forward until her face was pushed painfully up against the horizontal slats of the chair's back rest. All she could do was pant, grunt, and take it as Zip punished her ass with all fourteen inches of his thick black cock.

The real-life Lara narrowed her eyes. She glanced at Zip's real cock, which was still solidly erect, jutting up from his groin like a supernumerary limb. A constant flow of chowdery off-white precum was oozing from its urethra, dribbling down the pulsing shaft like honey on a banana. The black man's grapefruit sized balls looked ready to nut at any moment. His hips kept reflexively twitching, thrusting up into empty air with sharp needy spasms like his body had lost its ability to distinguish between the virtual and the real worlds.

“I want you to stop the simulation before Zip gets a chance to finish up”, Lara stated flatly, a little smile forming at the corner of her mouth. “I want our virtual Romeo here to end up with the biggest set of blue balls he's ever experienced”.

Alister raised his eyebrows. He knew Lara was a cock-teasing bitch, but this was beyond even his expectations. Still, needs must when the devil drives, he rationalized. He would let Lara make it up to Zip later, when they had her firmly under their control after the brain scan.

“Very well”, he sighed. Pulling an extendable control panel out from the side of the chair, he tapped in a few commands, flicked a switch, and poised him thumb over a big red push-button with the word 'shutdown' etched above it in block capitals. “Now, you're sure about this?”

“Positive”, Lara deadpanned. “Do it”.

Alister pressed the button. They watched together as Zip's fantasy island beach setting quickly faded to a drab landscape of criss-crossed light blue lines on a darker blue surface that seemed to stretch off infinitely into the distance. The virtual Lara model disintegrated around Zip's still thrusting cock, becoming little more than an effervescent fizz of rising pixels that rapidly folded in on themselves, before collapsing to sparkling dots and disappearing entirely.

“Oh, mother...”, Zip started the sentence in the virtual world, then “...fucker!!”, finished it in the real world. As sensation flooded back into his limbs, he clumsily reached up to yank the visor from off the top of his head.

“Damn, Alister, I was so close, man!”, he groaned. “Now why in the fuck would you go and do somethin' like...”

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Lara standing beside him. His hot young boss had her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up beneath her tight cotton tank top until it strained at its seams. Zip's eyes widened as he took in her clearly visible nipples, then he gulped when he saw the expression on her face, and realized what had just happened.

“Ohhh... hey Lara”, he grasped futilely for damage control. “I was just, uh, well... you know, me and Alister, we were just like testing out this bad-ass virtual reality simulator that we been developing, in secret, cause, like we wanna help you and all. So...”

“Save it, Zip”, Lara's glare could have frozen molten lava. “Alister has already filled me in on the details”.

Zip and Alister shared a quick glance, and something unspoken passed between them.

“It's true, Zip”, Alister winked, unnoticed by Lara, “she knows the whole story now. And fortunately for you, Lara has realized the true value of our project here. She's agreed to help us out with the neural mapping”.

“Damn, that's great”, Zip turned to Lara and attempted a smile, which came off as more of a pained grimace. He followed her eyes down to his crotch and realised that his cock was still rising up out of his combat pants like a rigid black cobra.

“Put it away, Zip”, Lara ordered cooly. “You're going to keep that thing firmly in your pants until we're finished here. Then you can go back to your bedroom and wank yourself off to your heart's content. Just don't ever let me catch you at this kind of thing again. Or else, believe me, 'mister Zip, sir', a little unplanned coitus interruptus and a pair of blue balls will be the least of your problems. In fact, I'm not sure if you can technically call them blue balls if they're no longer attached to your body”.

She leaned in until her breasts brushed against Zip's muscular chest. The black man gulped, scenting his boss's subtle feminine fragrance, feeling the heat of her breath on his face. Reaching down, Lara wrapped her hand around Zip's cock. She tightened her grip around his big uncut snakehead until Zip felt like she had him in a vice. Zip grunted, but didn't move a muscle. He could have sworn he saw a hint of amusement in Lara's expression as, torturously slowly, she pushed his cock down and tucked it back inside his baggy combat pants. Zip grimaced with discomfort when Lara 'accidentally' snagged his cock head on the chunky metal zipper. The mixture of pleasure and pain almost made the black man blow his load right there in Lara's hand as she roughly shoved his burning dick back inside his boxer shorts, then zipped him up.

“Do we have a clear understanding, mister Zip, sir?”, Lara whispered in his ear.

Zip nodded enthusiastically, fresh beads of sweat dripping down his face. “Yuh-huh, I get your meaning loud and clear, Lara. No more of that kinda thing for ol' Zip. Nu-uuh, I keep it locked up tight in my pants from now on...”

“Good boy”, She wiped her hand off on Zip's combats. After giving his bulging package a firm squeeze inside his shorts, she located his ripe to nut balls and cruelly ground them down into the chair beneath her palm until Zip groaned with agony and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Right then, let's get started”.

“Indeed”, Alister replied, his pity for Zip still not quite outweighing his lust for Lara. “Get started we shall. Zip, out of the chair, please. Make way for Lara. And perhaps you can clean it up a little”, he added, noticing a shiny wet-spot where Zip's copious pre-ejaculate had soaked through the seat of his combats and stained the leather upholstery.

“Uh, yeah, ok”, Zip staggered out of the chair and snagged a few tissues from a box beside it and wiped the seat clean.

Lara eyed him distastefully, then brushed past the bigger black man and hopped up onto the chair. She swung her long athletic legs onto the lower portion, then leaned back and rested her forearms on the arm rests. Needless to say, the position did wonders for Lara's breasts, compelling her to arch her lower back and push out her chest until her 36-DD's strained against the front of her tank top very attractively. Not for the first time that day, Alister and Zip eyed Lara's perky nipples.

“Help Lara with the head-set, please Zip”, Alister checked the computer terminal beside the chair while Zip passed Lara the glass and metal visor.

With a few adjustments it fitted over her hair perfectly and she leaned back.

Zip waved a hand in front of the visor to see if she could see. When she gave no reaction, he gave her the finger just to make sure. Then he turned to Alister and silently fist-pumped. They had her now.

“Okay, Lara”, Alister said calmly, “just relax and this will all be over with soon. I'm booting up the scanning protocols now. You may see a few colours flash before your eyes. Don't worry, that's perfectly normal”.

“Yes, I can see... something”, Lara replied. “Strange, should I be feeling weightless now? I think my legs are going numb... is that normal?”

“Yes, all perfectly normal... nothing to worry about”, Alister grinned as he double-clicked on a file labelled 'LARA_FUCK_SLAVE.exe' He ticked a few boxes, then clicked 'Initialize', and Lara's whole body immediately went rigid.

“Is that it?”, Zip asked. “She's being primed, right?”

“Yes, I believe that should about do it”, Alister watched as a progress bar gradually filled up on screen. “The brain scan is going to take about twenty-one minutes, and installing the command files on Lara's neural cortex should take about ten”.

“Sweet!”, Zip enthused.

“Yes, my friend, in about half an hour Miss Lara Croft here will be irresistibly compelled to obey our every command. And I'm sure we both have a few commands lined up for this cock-teasing little minx”.

“You got that right, bro”, Zip held up a palm and he and Alister high-fived.

They turned to look at Lara, both their minds churning with years of held-back sexual fantasies just begging to be let loose. After the initial shock of Alister's invasive mind control installation, her body had begun to relax. Now she was mostly still. Her lush recumbent figure just occasionally twitching as her mind and central nervous system were re-programmed by Alister's fuck slave protocols.

It was going to be a long thirty minutes. But it was going to be worth the wait.

End of Part 4...
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