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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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It’s funny how the mind works, Lara thought to herself, as she waited nervously for the party guests to arrive. The first week of her enslavement had seemed to crawl past, her days reduced to a repetitive routine of degrading sexual servitude to Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn, humiliating domestic chores and spankings at the hands of Winston, and embarrassing encounters with couriers and postmen at the front door. Her passionate lovemaking with Sarah, although still demeaning, was almost a relief by comparison. However, the last 5 days spent waiting for her best friend’s bachelorette party had seemed to fly past.
Samantha Nishimura, her best friend from high school, had come to visit, curious about why Lara hadn’t contacted her. After her long conversation with Sarah, Sam had been left thoroughly convinced that Lara had ‘come out’ as a submissive lesbian, and was exploring her repressed sexual fantasy of living as a sex slave. Sam had always teased Lara about her boring personal life: how she never wanted to go out to parties and nightclubs, and how she looked down her nose at Sam’s casual hook-ups and one-night-stands. With Sam’s confirmation bias, it was easy for her to imagine that Lara was secretly a sexually repressed nymphomaniac.
Sam called Sarah daily to check-in on preparations for her bachelorette party, which was being held that weekend at Croft Manor. The two had apparently exchanged phone numbers, and they spent hours on the phone, talking and laughing. It was almost unseemly how excited Sam was to talk about the sordid details of Lara’s sex life. Lara was always allowed to say hello and talk with her, but it always on speaker with Sarah present, so there was no opportunity for Lara to let Sam know that she was being blackmailed into behaving this way. Consequently, Sam was 100 percent convinced that Lara was in a loving lesbian relationship with Sarah, her former maid, and that Lara was voluntarily living as a sex slave.
Lara wasn’t privy to any of the details for the party that she would be hosting that night, except that there would only be 7 guests invited, plus Sarah and herself. This seemed rather small, as she knew that Sam had dozens of female friends and family, but Sam had told her that she would be holding a second, larger bachelorette party back in the United States. This party would just be for very close friends, who could be trusted to keep Lara’s secret. Winston, Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn had all been given the days before and after the event off, and Sarah had given each of them 1,000 pounds of Lara’s money to stay in hotels. Lara had paid off a further 12,000 pounds billed to her credit card for catering and alcohol. Lara felt butterflies in her stomach each time she thought about how freely Sarah was spending her money.
On a positive note, Sarah had given Lara two days off from her chores, wanting her to be fresh for the party. It was particularly amusing for Lara to watch how edgy and irritable Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn had become after just a day of not being able to relieve their sexual tensions on her. It was like watching drug addicts going through withdrawal: they were grumpy and irritable, snapping at each other over the most trivial things. The break would give Winston a chance to investigate the source of Natla’s copy of her parents’ Marriage Certificate; and Zip was getting closer to completing his Trojan Horse virus, to hack into Natla’s computer network. On the whole, things were starting to look up.
It was just after dark and the exterior of Croft Manor was fully illuminated, emphasising the size and grandeur of Lara’s ancestral home. It had been over a year since Lara had hosted a formal event here, and usually Winston would have been present to see to the guests’ needs, along with 3 or 4 serving staff hired to assist him. On this occasion, Sarah had decided to hire an upmarket catering company, whose two chefs were busy in the kitchen, preparing the night’s food.
Sarah was wearing an elegant, ruby-coloured Dolce and Gabbana midi dress, made from expensive French lace that puffed outwards from the stylishly high waist. On her feet were a pair of expensive red designer heels, and she was wearing a pair of Lara’s diamond earrings and a Swarovski crystal choker. Her makeup was flawless and she’d been to the hairdresser earlier in the day, getting her blonde locks straightened and cut into a stylish bob that extending halfway down her neck, and had a long fringe that hung down over her eyebrows.
Lara looked unhappily from Sarah’s stylish outfit and down at her own humiliating clothing. Her black French maid’s dress was indecently short, just barely covering the upper parts of her thighs, while the bust was scandalously low-cut, putting most of her cleavage on clear display. Even worse, every accessory seemed to emphasise the sexual nature of the outfit. The white apron tied around her back emphasised her tight waist and drew attention to her gorgeous hourglass figure, while the 5 inch high black heels elongated her already long legs, and seemed to draw the eye upwards towards the short, frilly black dress that just barely covered her black G-string panties. The increase in height should have made Lara feel more confident, but instead she was put on edge, knowing that the slightest movement could see her inadvertently flash her underwear to anyone watching.
Contrasted against Sarah’s flawless hair and makeup, Lara’s hair was tied back into a simple ponytail that hung down to the waist cord of her white apron, and the only makeup she’d been allowed to wear was a coat of thick red lipstick, which looked even more prominent against her black and white French maid’s uniform and gave her a wanton ‘come fuck me’ look. Lara kept glancing nervously at the large clock on the wall of the entrance hall. It was almost 7pm and the first guests would be arriving any moment now.
What had Sam and Sarah told them about tonight? Lara wondered. How many of the guests would she know? Lara knew that her best friend, Sam, wouldn’t do anything to deliberately harm her; but she also remembered back to their days in high school, and how much Sam enjoyed putting Lara in awkward social situations, giggling uncontrollably while the shy, reserved Lara turned bright red with embarrassment.
The doorbell rang, and the moment that Lara had been dreading for the past 5 days had finally arrived. Lara’s heart started beating out of her chest as she took a deep breath and opened the front door. On the doorstep were two attractive, brown-haired young women aged in their early 20’s. They were both wearing colourful cocktail dresses from low-level fashion designers, neither of them costing more than 200 pounds. Lara assumed they must be Sam’s girlfriends from the University of California, in Los Angeles, and she saw they were both carrying tote bags.
“Hi,” said the first girl excitedly. “We’re here for Sam’s bachelorette party.”
“Please, come in.” Lara said, trying to sound businesslike.
“You must be Lara.” Another of the women said. “I’m Courtney, and this is Ashley.
“Pleased to meet you.” Lara said politely, aware that she was blushing under their stares.
“And you must be Sarah.” Courtney said, walking over to where Sarah was standing. “I love your hair. It’s so stylish.”
“Ohhhhhh, thank you. I just got it done today. You don’t think it’s too short, do you?” Sarah said, fishing for compliments and pleased to be the centre of attention.
“No, it looks great.” Courtney said.
“That dress looks amazing on you.” Ashley said. “Who’s it by?”
“Dolce and Gabbana.” Sarah answered proudly.
The women completely ignored Lara and became engrossed in a conversation over fashion and hairstyles, which only served to underline Lara’s diminished status among them. As they spoke, the doorbell rang again.
Lara opened the door and found herself face-to-face with Lucy Kang, who Lara hadn’t seen since high school. She was the daughter of a wealthy Hong Kong businessman, who had been sent to study in England. Despite the historical animosity between Japan and China, she and Sam had become good friends. Lara supposed it was probably because Hong Kong was more westernised than the rest of China. Lucy looked like an Asian fashion model, tall and graceful. She was wearing an expensive red silk dress that travelled down from her collar bone to just above her red heels. The dress was stylish but quite risqué, with a side slit that ran all the way up to her right hip, and a very low back that just barely covered her small but shapely ass. Lucy’s dark hair hung tastefully down her shoulders, and her makeup, from her red lipstick to her dark eyeliner, was flawless – as usual.
“Lara, this is just too funny!” Lucy laughed. “When Sam first told me about your slave fetish, I didn’t believe her. After all, what intelligent, well-bred woman would voluntarily subject herself to the shame of working as a lowly servant?”
Lara blushed with embarrassment as Lucy continued. “Don’t worry, Lara: I’ll keep your dirty little secret, and if you’re ever in Hong Kong, feel free to stop by and clean my penthouse. I might even let you lick my feet, if you ask nicely.” Lucy said, smiling wickedly.
Lara couldn’t bring herself to answer, and Lucy walked past her to where the other guests were speaking. Before she’d had a chance to turn around and close the door, Sam walked inside, followed by a young Asian woman.
“Hi, Lara.” Sam said affectionately, embracing Lara and kissing her on both cheeks.
Sam was wearing a navy blue evening dress with matching heels, and her dark hair was styled into a fashionable bob. The girl she was with couldn’t have looked more different to her: she was very young, possibly only 17 or 18 years old, with shoulder-length jet black hair and an extreme goth-punk look that Lara found very off-putting. She had multiple piercings through her ears, eyebrows, lips and nose, and when she opened her mouth to speak, Lara saw that she also had a piecing through her tongue. Even more egregious were the colourful tattoos that covered her hands, arms, chest and neck, leaving her face as the only visible skin that was free from ink.
The girl was very thin and only about 5’2” tall, dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, a black leather vest and sneakers. She would have been quite pretty, were it not for all the vulgar tattoos and piercings marring her flesh.
“Lara, is this Mio, my fiancée’s younger sister.” Sam said. “She’s also a tattoo artist, like her brother.”
“I never would have guessed.” Lara said sarcastically, before she could help herself.
Sam smiled and said something to Mio in Japanese, which caused the other girl to laugh. Mio responded, also in Japanese.
Sam turned back to Lara and said, “Mio doesn’t speak any English. She said she thinks you’re funny, and she loves your outfit.”
Lara blushed again, as she was reminded of the maid outfit she was wearing.
Mio said something else and Sam continued translating. “She also said that she’s really looking forward to doing your tattoo later.” Sam said.
Lara’s eyes widened in horror: she had always hated tattoos! Only cheap, low-class attention whores decorated themselves with tattoos.
“I don’t want to get tattoo!” Lara started to stay, but Sam leaned in close and whispered softly into Lara’s ear.
“You can cut the act, Lara. Sarah told me about your slave bet – or more precisely that there was no bet, and that you’re just using that as a cover story.”
Sam smiled cheekily and Lara felt she had to try and explain herself. “Sam, it’s not what you think…” Lara started to say, but Sam cut her off.
“You don’t have to be ashamed. Everyone has kinks and fetishes – and yours is for exhibitionism and humiliation. I'm just honoured that you trust me enough to share your journey with me.” Sam said.
“Sam, I don’t want to do this…” Lara tried to say, making one last attempt to plead with her best friend, but Sam seemed to mistake her reluctance for cold feet.
“I told you not to worry. Tonight, Sarah and I are going to make your deepest, darkest fantasies come true; and everyone has given their word to keep your secret. So, no getting cold feet, OK?” Sam said, and then laughed and added, “Hey! Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to be making sure I don’t get cold feet?”
The Sam and Mio walked past Lara into the house, and Lara noticed that they were both carrying tote bags. Moments later Lara heard more high pitched laughter as they joined the guests already present. Lara closed the door and waited.
10 minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Lara opened the door and the colour drained from her face. The two women standing on the doorstep both went to school with Lara and still moved in the same social circles, but were definitely not her friends. The first was Sybil Marlow, the daughter of a wealthy London investment banker. She was a shameless social climber, who had recently turned her hand towards being a social media influencer, with a large following on both Instagram and Facebook. She was wearing a gaudy, glittering gold cocktail dress that proved to Lara that money could not buy class.
The second woman was Mary Bucksomby, the daughter of Lord Bucksomby, the Duke of Marlborough. Although she always acted friendly and polite, Lara knew that Mary resented her for inheriting her father’s title and estate; Mary had two elder brothers, and so would probably never inherit anything. Realising that she would likely never become a Duchess, Mary set her sights on becoming a lower-ranked Countess instead, and so engineered an engagement to the Earl of Chichester. Lara had met the Earl on several occasions, and he had even tried to court her, though she had rejected his advances. Mary saw that as yet another insult – firstly, that the Earl had courted Lara before her, and secondly that Lara had rejected him, as if her fiancée wasn’t good enough for Lara. Mary was dressed in a tasteful black cocktail dress and expensive diamond jewellery.
“Lara, it’s so good to see you again.” Sybil said with fake friendliness. “Love the outfit.”
“You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to tonight.” Mary said joyously, clearly loving Lara’s new circumstances. “Falling in love with your own maid – it’s so scandalous!”
Both women walked past her into the party, also carrying tote bags.
Lara spent the first two hours serving trays of champagne-filled glasses to the 8 women present, followed by trays of savoury finger food from the kitchen. The women were all talking and laughing, and drinking large amounts of alcohol. She was certain she heard her name mentioned several times, and felt the eyes of the gathered women turn to her as they whispered and giggled; but after the first hour, the novelty of being waited upon by an English Countess seemed to have worn off, and she was largely ignored as she went about her menial tasks.
This level of indifference didn’t suit Mary, who said “whoops!” and deliberately dropped her empty champagne glass onto the floor. The glass shattered with a loud crash, causing everyone present to stop talking and turn in her direction.
“I’m so sorry, Lara.” Mary said fakely.
“Don’t worry about it.” Sarah said. “Lara will clean it up in no time.”
Her face burning with humiliation, Lara left the main hall and returned a moment later with a dustpan and broom. Steeling herself for what was to come, Lara got down on her hands and knees and started sweeping up the glass fragments. The action caused her short black maid’s dress to ride upwards, exposing her black G-string to everyone in the room.
“Nice panties, Lara.” Mary said, laughing. Soon all of the women started giggling and commenting on her slutty clothing, causing Lara’s cheeks to burn with shame.
Lara completed her task and then returned to the kitchen to retrieve the next course of finger food. The chefs had already finished and left, and the food was being kept warm on trays in the ovens. Lara spent another hour serving food and alcohol to the gathered women, who were now becoming quite tipsy and giggly.
“Ladies and gentlemen, could I have your attention please.” Sam said, slightly slurring her words as she moved to the centre of the room. “I’d like to thank you all for coming tonight, and I’d like to give special thanks to my best friend, Lara, for letting us use her beautiful home.”
The gathered women cheered and a few whistled.
“Lara, come up here. You too, Sarah.” Sam said.
Blushing, Lara reluctantly moved to the centre of the room, joining Sam and Sarah
“My best friend Lara has fallen in love with the beautiful Sarah here. Isn’t that wonderful?” Sam said.
The women clapped and cheered, though Lara didn’t know where Sam’s speech was going.
“But before they can settle down, Lara needs to finish her journey of sexual discovery, and I told Sarah that we’d all help her out. Now, you all know the rules. No photographs and no social media posts – I’m looking at you Sybil!” Sam said, and Sybil held up her hands in mock surprise.
“Everyone grab a chair and put them in a circle, and get your tote bags out.”
The 8 women formed a circle of chairs, with Lara standing at the centre. Each of the women placed a tote bag in front of their chair. They were all laughing and whispering to each other. Lara felt butterflies in her stomach; she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like what was about to happen.
“Sarah, as Lara’s girlfriend, would you like to go first?” Sam asked.
“Thanks.” Sarah said, standing up and approaching Lara.
“As you know, Sam asked each of us to bring the most extreme sex toy we could find. I decided that I’d like to try some pet play.” Sarah said, tipping out the contents of her bag. Lara looked down and saw a pink leash and collar with the word “KITTY” printed on it in bold white letters, a pink headband with a pair of cat ears sticking out of the top, and a 2 foot long fluffy pink tail attached to a stainless steel butt plug.
“Take off your clothes.” Sarah ordered her.
“But Mistress…” Lara pleaded.
“No butts, Lara. You don’t want to ruin Sam’s bachelorette party, do you?” Sarah asked.
“No, Mistress…” Lara said.
“Don’t worry, Lara.” Sam said. “This is a safe space. You’re among friends. Just go with it.”
The gathered women collectively held their breath with anticipation, as Lara reached up and undid her white apron, handing it to Sarah. Next she reached behind her and unzipped the back of her black French maid’s dress, lifting it up over her head. Sarah took it from her and waited as Lara kicked of her black 5 inch high heels.
Sarah took the shoes from her and said, “Keep going.”
Unable to hide her embarrassment, Lara reached behind her back and unclipped her black push-up bra, handing it to Sarah. Lara’s perfect breasts bounced into view, drawing more giggles and whispered comments from the gathered women.
“Nice tits!” Sybil shouted, causing Lara to blush more deeply.
With her heart beating out of her chest, Lara grabbed hold of her black G-string and slid them down her long legs and onto the floor. The gathered women started whistling and cat-calling, while Lara stood in their midst, completely naked and utterly humiliated.
“Alright, Lara, get down on your hands and knees, like a good little kitty.” Sarah said.
Lara reluctantly complied. A moment later, she shivered as she felt Sarah squirt some lubricant into her asshole. Then Sarah moved behind her with the pink tail. The 2 foot long, fluffy pink tail was attached to a 1.5 inch wide, stainless steel butt plug. Sarah squirted more lube onto the shiny metal butt plug and then pressed forward. Lara grunted as she felt her tight asshole stretch open around the plug, before swallowing it inside. Lara heard the gathered women gasp in astonishment at how easily the large butt plug entered her.
“That’s not the first time she’s taken something up her ass!” she heard Mary say, causing the gathered women to laugh.
“I always knew she was a slut!” She heard Lucy’s cultured voice shout out, followed by more laughter and lewd comments at her expense.
Next, Sarah buckled the pink “KITTY” collar around her neck and placed the pink cat ears on her head.
“Mio, you’re a tattoo artist. Would you mind drawing on the whiskers and nose?” Sarah asked.
Sam translated her request into Japanese, and Mio smiled and nodded.
Mio took the large eyeliner pencil from Sarah and knelt down in front of Lara’s face. Grabbing hold of Lara’s chin, she skilfully drew three thick, perfectly proportioned cat whiskers on each of Lara’s cheeks. She completed Lara’s transformation by colouring in a round, black circle on the tip of her nose.
“Time for walkies!” Sarah said, tugging on her pink leash and walking Lara around the circle of women on her hands and knees. The women giggled, watching as Lara’s ass swayed from side to side with each step, making it appear as though she was wagging her tail. Lara blushed with humiliation at her embarrassing predicament. As she slowly crawled around the circle, the women started running their hands all over her body, stroking her back and flanks, and squeezing her swinging breasts and undulating backside. After two full circuits around the circle of chairs, Sarah led Lara to where Sam was sitting.
Lara looked up into Sam’s heavily dilated eyes. Sam was obviously drunk and flushed with excitement. Lara’s eyes widened in dismay as her best friend reached behind her back and unzipped her blue evening dress, before sliding it up over her head. Sam was wearing a black bra and panties, which she quickly ditched, before sitting back down on the chair.
“Come and show me what a good little kitty you are.” Sam said drunkenly, spreading her thighs and exposing her smooth, shaved pussy.
“But… you’re my friend.” Lara said in disbelief.
Sarah roughly smacked her ass, causing Lara to yelp in surprise. The gathered women looked on in disbelief as Sarah spanked her 9 more times, causing Lara’s ass to turn bright red. The women burst into laughter as Sarah chastised her. “Naughty kitty!” Sarah said, and then handed the end of Lara’s leash to Sam. Sam gave it a rough tug, and Lara reluctantly crawled forward between her best friend’s legs
Sam bit her lower lip in anticipation: the sight of Lara completely naked and crawling towards on her hands and knees was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Lara stopped, her face inches from Sam’s naked pussy, and looked up at her, pleadingly. Sam mistook the look for longing, and guided Lara’s mouth towards her crotch. Sam felt Lara’s hot mouth cover her pussy, and a moment later felt Lara’s tongue licking over her sensitive clit. Sam moaned and grabbed a handful of Lara’s long dark hair, pushing her face deeper into her crotch.
Lara increased the pace of her licking and soon Sam was sweating and breathing heavily.
“Such a good little pussy eater.” Sam said, enjoying the way Lara’s cheeks reddened at the comment. The sight of her sophisticated friend submissively eating out her pussy was pushing Sam over the edge. She lifted her hips up off the seat and ground her crotch against Lara’s beautiful face.
“That’s it! Oh shit that’s good!” Sam said, getting closer to orgasm. “Make me cum, you sexy little whore!”
Lara visibly bristled at being insulted by her friend, but continued licking. Sam smiled, thinking that it was really funny how Lara wanted to be treated like a sex slave, but still got annoyed at being called a sexy whore. A minute later, Sam came, bucking her hips and spreading her juices all over Lara’s beautiful face. She held Lara’s mouth in place over her crotch for another minute, revelling in the feeling of Lara’s tongue licking over and inside her pussy. When she was finally finished, she patted Lara on the head and said, “Good kitty.”
“Who’s next?” Sarah asked.
“Me!” Sybil said, stripping out of her own clothes and sitting back on her chair.
Lara didn’t resist as she was led on all fours across the circle of chairs to where Sybil was sitting, her eyes wide with excitement. As Lara leaned forward and started to lick her frenemy’s pussy, the other women took this as an invitation to strip off. Sybil moaned as Lara’s wet tongue skilfully licked and teased her clit.
Sybil made sure to look Lara in the eye, enjoying the feeling of power that came from dominating her sophisticated, high-born friend. Sybil had never even thought about having sex with another woman, but Lara’s talented tongue was making her reconsider. Sybil groaned with pleasure and spread her thigh’s wider apart, pushing Lara’s wet mouth harder against her crotch.
Meanwhile, Sam had recovered from her orgasm and moved around behind Lara. Kneeling down, she squirted an entire tube full of lubricant into Lara’s tight cunt, before squirting the last few drops of the tube’s contents over her hand. Sam looked over to Sarah, who nodded in permission, and then started sliding her fingers in and out of Lara’s cunt. Lara moaned, but continued licking Sybil’s pussy, as Sam speared her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. After a minute or so, Sam inserted her thumb as well and slowly pushed forward, sliding her entire hand into Lara’s tight hole. Lara groaned as her pussy muscles stretched and expanded around the hand invading it.
The extra stimulation of Sam’s hand in her pussy caused Lara to lick and suck on Sybil’s clit like a woman possessed, and soon Sybil was coming hard, adding her own juices to the wetness coating Lara’s face. Sam pulled her hand out of Lara’s gaping pussy with a plop, and Lara was led over to the next chair, where Mary was sitting. As Lara started licking between Mary’s legs, Sybil knelt down behind her and started fisting her hand in and out of Lara’s slippery, gaping cunt.
Lara moaned as her pussy twitched and spasmed, expanding wider around the hand invading it. Lara’s senses were overloaded with the thick musk of pussy juices covering her face and tongue, and the slippery hand roughly stretching her pussy open around it.
Mary bit her lip as her beautiful rival started submissively licking and sucking on her clit. She looked down past Lara’s slim waist and heart-shaped ass, to where Sybil was fisting her hand in and out of Lara’s gaping cunt. Who would have guessed that Lara Croft would turn out to be such a slut? Mary thought to herself. I wonder if Sarah would be willing to lend her out to me sometime?
Lara started to lose track of time. She felt Mary cum, and was then led over to Lucy. Lara dutifully licked the gorgeous Asian’s shaved pussy, while Mary’s hand replaced Sybil’s inside her. Mary was not gentle in any way, slamming her hand into Lara’s pussy as far as it would go. Lara’s face reddened as she came, praying that Mary didn’t notice.
“The slut just came on my hand!” Mary announced to the room, leading to more laughs and lewd comments.
Mary was revelling in Lara’s humiliation and debasement. Mary had dreamed of this moment so many times – putting the great Lara Croft back in her place. Clenching her fingers into a fist, Mary pulled back, watching as Lara’s stretched pussy muscles strained against her hand. Lara grunted in pain, but Mary wasn’t in a sympathetic mood. Bracing her other hand against Lara’s naked ass, Mary pulled backwards, slowly stretching Lara’s straining pussy lips open wider around her fist. Lara’s once-tight pussy distended outwards, gripping Mary’s hand, before finally releasing it with an audible squelching sound.
Mary extended her fingers again and speared them back inside Lara’s gaping cunt, before clenching her fist and repeating the manoeuvre. Lara grunted as her tender pussy slips stretched open around the widest part of Mary’s hand. Mary immediately inserted her fingers and rammed them back inside Lara. The women gathered around, shocked and amazed, as they watched Lara’s sexy body being brutally fisted. But Mary wasn’t finished yet. She wanted to completely ruin Lara’s pussy – to make it so big and loose that no man would ever want to fuck it. Mary pulled her fist out with a plop, but this time didn’t unclench her fingers; instead she pushed her whole clenched fist back against Lara’s loose pussy opening.
Lara grunted in pain as her pussy muscles resisted the intrusion, before stretching open wider than ever before and swallowing Mary’s clenched fist whole. Mary didn’t give her a chance to recover, yanking her fist painfully out and then punching it back inside Lara’s gaping cunt. Mary did this a dozen more times, causing Lara’s large breasts to bounce forwards under her chest with each thrust. Then Lucy came, and Mary’s turn was over. She reluctantly pulled her fist out of Lara’s stretched-open cunt, and Lara was led over to the next chair in line.
Lara started licking and sucking on Courtney’s neatly trimmed cunt, while Lucy moved behind her and resumed the fisting that Mary had started. Lucy’s petite Asian hand was smaller than Mary’s, and her clenched fist slid easily inside Lara’s stretched, sloppy cunt.
“It’s good you’ve become a lesbian, Lara. What man would want you now?” Lucy commented, as she rammed her fist and forearm in and out of Lara’s stretched cunt.
“Damn she’s loose.” Lara heard one of the women say.
“It looks like she’s been fucking horses her whole life.” Another woman added.
“I heard a rumour that she did.” Mary said, and Lara blushed with humiliation as all the women laughed at her expense.
Courtney came, coating Lara’s face in more pussy juices. Lara was led over to Ashley, licking the younger woman’s tight pussy, while Courtney took over fisting her cunt. Courtney’s hand was slightly larger than Lucy’s, but she had no trouble fitting her whole fist into Lara’s gaping cunt. Lara lost track of time, as she licked and sucked on Ashley’s pussy, while Courtney mercilessly fisted her loose cunt open wider. At some point, Ashley came, and Lara was led over to Mio. Ashley took over from Courtney, fisting her hand in and out of Lara’s sloppy cunt.
It took about an hour for Lara to work her way completely around the circle. By the end of it, each of the women had sampled her tongue, cum on her face, and fisted her gaping cunt. Lara’s face was covered in so much female cum that it had smudged her whiskers and black nose. Sarah cleaned her face with a makeup wipe, and then Mio drew on a fresh set of cat’s whiskers and nose on her face.
“Alright, who wants to be next to show Lara their toy?” Sam asked
“I will!” Mary said excitedly, reaching down into her tote bag and producing an enormous, dark red horse dildo. Mary had deliberately bought the largest size of dildo commercially available. The one she had chosen was based on a horse’s cock, but with a more rounded head, for easier penetration. It was 18 inches long, with two thick black balls at the wide base, attached to a thick, dark-red 15 inch long shaft. The dildo had a slightly flared head, and a 2.75 inch thick shaft, that slowly widened to 3 inches at the medial ring. Essentially, it was as wide as a Coca Cola can and three times as long.
Mary placed the huge dildo on the ground and squirted a liberal amount of lubricant over it. Sam led the still leashed Lara over to the dildo.
“Say thank you to Mary for your present.” Sam told her.
“Thank you, Mary.” She forced herself to say, which caused everyone to laugh and made Lara blush with shame.
Lara was forced to squat over the huge dildo and then slowly lower herself downwards onto it. The horse dildo was even bigger than Berwyn’s enormous cock, and she doubted she would have been able to accommodate its massive girth without the previous fisting. As it was, her gaping cunt only gave the slightest resistance, before swallowing the thick, rubbery horse dildo inside. Lara slid downwards on the slippery dildo, breathing in deeply as it started slowly getting thicker, the further down she went. Lara squatted down until almost half of the dildo, a full 7 inches, was inside her stretched hole.
Mary pushed down on her shoulders, trying to make her sink down deeper onto the dildo, but the flared head was already pressing against her cervix, and the dildo was too stiff to bend sufficiently to push outwards through her abdomen. Mary refused to admit defeat and kept pushing, until Sybil suggested they try Lara’s ass instead. Lara turned pale and shook her head, but no one really cared what she thought any more. The women told her as much, calling her a filthy whore, a dirty slut, a fuck toy, and a host of other demeaning names.
Lara raised her cunt up off the large horse cock, and then grunted as Mary pulled the fluffy cat tail butt plug out of her ass with a plop. Mary squirted more lubricant onto the horse cock, and then pressed the tube against Lara’s anus and emptied the remaining contents of the tube into her bowels. Lara shivered as the cold lubricant filled her ass, and then felt Mary’s hands on her shoulders, pushing her back down onto the dildo. Sybil knelt behind her and lined up the thick head of the horse dildo with Lara’s tight ass.
Lara took a deep breath as she felt the thick head of the horse dildo slide between her ass cheeks and press upwards against her anus. Lara groaned as the slippery head of the horse cock pushed against her asshole, slowly stretching her sphincter open around it. Lara clamped her eyes shut and grimaced in pain, as her asshole widened around the dildo. Becoming impatient, Mary cruelly pushed down harder on Lara’s shoulders.
“Down, down, down!” Mary said, as Lara’s asshole expanded and swallowed the flared head of the horse cock inside. Mary pushed down harder on Lara’s shoulders, causing Lara’s stretched asshole to slide downwards along the thick, slippery shaft. The gathered women watched in disbelief as inch after inch of the thick horse cock disappeared between Lara’s sexy ass cheeks. Lara had taken almost half of the huge dildo, her ass wedged against the thick medial ring of the horse cock, when Mary pushed down with her full body weight. Lara grimaced in pain as her ass stretched open around the thick medial ring of the horse cock, and sunk down past it. She could feel her internal organs shifting around inside her, as she took the remaining length of the shaft inside her in one go, sliding downwards until her buttocks were resting against the large balls at the base of the dildo.
Lara had taken a full 15 inches of thick horse cock inside her ass. Sybil reached into her own tote bag and pulled out large, oddly shaped purple vibrator. The vibrator was 9 inches long and about 1.5 inches wide, with a smaller clitoral stimulator branching outwards about 2 inches from the base and curving up, making it look like half a saguaro cactus.
“I thought this was pretty extreme when I bought it, but I can see I’ve been upstaged.” Sybil announced to the gathered women, who all laughed.
Sybil smiled and thrust the purple vibrator inside Lara’s well-used pussy, sliding all 6 inches of the main shaft easily inside her. While her pussy was impaled by the vibrator’s main shaft, the clitoral stimulator slid up the outside of her pussy and pressed tightly against Lara’s clit. Sybil reached down to the base and turned the vibrator onto its highest stetting. Lara’s sexy body started bucking and writhing on the large horse cock in her ass, as the loudly buzzing vibrator caused her orgasm. She instinctively reached down between her legs and pulled the vibrator out, panting in relief as she did so.
“I think she likes it.” Sybil said, and everyone laughed.
Lucy reached into her tote bag and pulled out a black ball-gag, a pair of stainless steel handcuffs and a pair of stainless steel nipple clamps, attached to small silver bells. Moving behind Lara, Lucy grabbed hold of her wrists and cuffed them behind her back. Then she put the black ball gag in Lara’s mouth and tied it behind her head, stifling her protests. Sybil immediately reinserted the purple vibrator into Lara’s pussy, against turning it up to its maximum setting. Lara screamed into the ball gag, and actually started crying as she was forced to orgasm again. She didn’t even notice as Lucy clamped the silver bells onto her nipples.
Lara was unable to maintain her balance and fell down onto her side, curling up into at foetal position. She continued to writhe and scream into the ball-gag, as she was forced to experience a continuous stream of orgasms. Mary took that opportunity to start fucking Lara’s ass with the horse cock impaling it. Mary pulled back on the dildo, admiring the way Lara’s stretched anus distended outwards around it. She slid the dildo all the way out of Lara’s gaping asshole, before pushing it back in to the hilt. Lara bucked, but kept shivering and cuming on the vibrator. Mary started ramming the massive horse cock in and out of Lara’s gaping asshole as fast and hard as she could, mercilessly stretching Lara’s ass open wider. Soon the women were all laughing and commenting on how loose her ass was becoming, but Lara was too far gone to hear them.
Courtney and Ashley were next up with their tote bags. Both of them had come with 10 inch long, 2 inch thick black strap-on dildos. When they had bought them, they had thought they were over-the-top, but now they looked comparatively tame compared to the 18 inch long horse cock that Mary was fucking Lara’s asshole with.
“You’ve had your fun, Mary. Let someone else have a go.” Sam said.
Mary reluctantly pulled the enormous horse cock dildo out of Lara’s ass with a pop.
“You too, Sybil. Lara’s obviously had enough.” Sam told her.
Sybil extracted the buzzing purple vibrator and turned it off. Lara actually sighed in relief, her drool dripping down her chin from the ball gag and onto the floor.
“Where do you want to do this?” Courtney asked.
“Couch?” Ashley ventured.
Courtney nodded and grabbed hold of Lara’s leash, pulling her towards the couch. Lara, her hands still cuffed behind her back, got up as fast as her tired, abused body could manage, and allowed herself to be led over to the couch. Ashley laid back, the large black strap-on sticking out from her crotch, and Lara was forced to climb up onto the couch and straddle her. The black strap-on easily penetrated her loose pussy and slid inside until it was pressing against her cervix. Moving behind her, Courtney impaled her gaping asshole with her own black strap-on, pushing it in up to the hilt. The two young women started eagerly fucking the beautiful tomb raider between them, pounding her abused holes as fast as they could. Ashley leaned forwards and licked Lara’s face around the ball gag, while Courtney reached around and grabbed hold of Lara’s nipple clamps, cruelly pulling them away from her body. Soon, they were both planting sensual kisses along the sides of Lara’s neck and shoulders, while they roughly double penetrated her between their naked bodies.
They fucked her vigorously until all three of the women were exhausted and covered in sweat. Finally, after about 10 minutes, they both pulled out of Lara’s loose holes and led her back into the circle of chairs.
“I’ll go next.” Sam said, pulling out a thick, pink, 12 inch long tube from her tote tag. The tube appeared to be hollow inside, with a 2 inch wide base that tapered down to 1 inch wide at the tip. Sam held the tube upside-down and squirted lubricant into the opening at the thickest end, watching as it slowly travelled down the length of the tube, towards the tip.
“What the hell is that?” Sarah asked.
Sam smiled. “It’s called an ovipositor.” She explained, taking a small blue egg out of her tote bag. “These eggs are made of soft silicon.” Sam explained, squishing the 2 inch long, 1.25 inch wide blue egg in her hand. “They go down the tube and then plop out inside you, making it feel like someone’s laid an egg in your pussy.”
“People are into some sick shit!” Sybil said.
“Tell me about it!” Sarah said, looking over at Lara, which caused the women to laugh again.
Lara was forced to lie down on her back, with her hands still cuffed behind her, while Sam inserted the ovipositor tube into her loose pussy. Then Sam coated the first egg in lubricant and loaded it into the thick end of the ovipositor. The pink ovipositor tube swelled wider around the slippery blue egg inside it. Sam pushed the egg all the way in and then inserted a second egg, and then a third, making the ovipositor look like a snake that had swallowed 3 small mice. Placing both her hands behind the last egg, she squeezed hard and pushed forward, forcing the eggs further along the tube. The gathered women watched engrossed, as the bulges in the ovipositor slowly inched their way towards Lara’s pussy.
The first bulge reached Lara’s pussy lips, the tube widening to about 1.75 inches around the thickest part of the egg. Lara’s abused pussy lips put up virtually no resistance and stretched wide around the bulge, allowing the egg to plop out inside her pussy. Lara bucked as the first silicon egg bounced around inside her, rubbing against her sensitive pussy walls. Sam pushed again and the second egg slid inside, followed by the third. Lara shook and groaned into the ball-gag, as the slippery eggs squished against each other and bounced against her g-spot.
Sam loaded another 3 silicon eggs into the ovipositor and repeated the procedure. Lara’s pussy lips stretched open around the fourth egg, leaving her feeling completely full. The fifth egg pushed inside her, causing Lara’s flat stomach to bulge slightly outwards. The sixth egg added a second bulge to her stomach. Sam loaded another 3 eggs into the tube, but only managed to push a seventh one inside Lara’s pussy. The rest simply wouldn’t fit.
Reaching into her bag, Sam produced a black, mushroom-shaped inflatable plug, with a hand pump attached to it, which looked similar to the type found on a medical blood pressure monitor. Sam pulled the ovipositor out of Lara’s cunt and immediately placed her palm over Lara’s stretched pussy, to stop any of the eggs from slipping out. Then she pressed the plug inside Lara’s pussy lips and started pumping. The plug expanded to a full 3 inches in diameter, sealing Lara’s pussy tight, and pushing the squishy blue eggs deeper inside her. Lara’s lower stomach bulged outwards, making her look like she was several months pregnant.
Sam flipped Lara over onto her stomach, so that her chest was on the ground and her ass was up in the air. Lara’s ass was so loose after taking Mary’s horse dildo that Sam was able to insert the blue silicon eggs directly inside by hand. She loaded egg after egg into Lara’s stretched ass, slowly filling her bowels. After the sixth egg was inside her, things started to get tighter, so Sam re-inserted the ovipositor and squeezed another 3 eggs into Lara’s ass. Lara’s stomach was now bulging obscenely downwards beneath her, making her look almost 6 months pregnant. Sam managed to squeeze a tenth egg into Lara’s ass and then pulled out the ovipositor tube and replaced it with the second black plug. Sam inflated the plug to its full 3 inch diameter and sealed the eggs inside her.
Lara’s handcuffs and nipple clamps were removed, along with her leash, ball-gag and kitten ear headband. Sarah moved forward and wiped the black nose and cat whiskers off with makeup wipes, to make sure that Lara’s face was completely recognisable. Then Lara was made to stand in the middle of the women and model her new, pregnant look. Lara stood there, blushing in abject humiliation, as she cradled her painfully swollen belly.
“Who’s the father, Lara?” Mary asked cruelly.
“I heard it was her horse.” Sybil joked, and they all laughed.
Lara saw a flash out of the corner of her eye and turned to see Sybil using her phone to photograph her naked, pregnant looking body. Lara reached an arm across her chest to cover her naked breasts, while her other hand covered her crotch. To her surprise, her pose seemed to please Sybil, who continued to snap away with her phone.
“No photos!” Lara said in horror. “You promised!!!” she looked imploringly towards Sam.
“It’s just insurance, to make sure that you don’t chicken out of getting your tattoo.” Sam said, seeing that Lara was starting to tear up.
“But, I don’t want a tattoo!” Lara protested.
Sarah leaned in close and whispered into her ear. “It’s Ok. Jacqueline told me exactly what kind of tattoo you’ve always secretly wanted. Mio’s really good; I promise you, it’ll look perfect.” Sarah said.
Lara wanted to cry, knowing that whatever tattoo Jacqueline Natla suggested would be the most horrible and egregious imaginable.
“So what’s it to be, Lara? Is Mio giving you a tattoo, or does Sybil announce to her 1.2 million Instagram followers that Lara Croft is pregnant with twins?” Sam asked.
Lara looked over to Sybil, who had a photo of her loaded on the screen of her phone, her finger hovering over the Upload button. Lara’s pose in the photo was reminiscent of Demi Moore’s pregnancy photo shoot for Vanity Fair magazine.
Lara could have slapped Sam right then, for putting her in this position. She so wanted to say no, but then her secret would be out. Even worse, Natla would punish her for disobeying Sarah’s instructions and give her parent’s marriage certificate to her Uncle Errol. She’d lose everyone, and all that she had suffered up to this point would be for nothing. Lara steeled herself, vowing to find the best laser tattoo removalist in the world, as soon as this was all over.
“Fine.” Lara said softly, resigned to her fate.
“You won’t regret this, Lara. Mio is a great tattoo artist.” Sam reassured her.
Lara was certain that she would regret this, but didn’t have any choice but to play along.
“We’d better get those eggs out of you first.” Sam said, and nodded her Sarah, who returned a minute later with a large wicker basket, of the kind that might be found on a farm.
“All you have to do is lay your eggs, like a good little hen.” Sarah said.
Lara wanted to cry with humiliation, but she needed relief from her painfully swollen belly and knelt down over the basked. Sam activated the release valve on the plug in her ass and yanked it out of her. Immediately, a stream of slimy blue eggs tumbled out of Lara’s loose asshole and down into the basket. The women laughed and cheered, and Lara sighed in relief as some of the pressure on her stomach was relieved, and the bulge in her lower abdomen shrunk. Sam moved to the second plug and pressed the release value, before yanking it out of Lara’s pussy. More eggs flowed out from Lara’s stretched cunt, bouncing against the other eggs already in the basked.
Lara looked down and was relieved to see her stomach shrink back to its formerly flat state. Her relief was short-lived, as she saw Mio removing a tattoo gun and some stencils from her tote bag. Lara was made to lie down on her back, as the as the women gathered around her to watch. Lara tried to look down to see what was happening, but Sarah folded Lara’s discarded white maid’s apron and tied it around her eyes, telling her “No peeking!”
Then Lara felt Mio place a stencil over her lower abdomen, just above her crotch. Oh God, they’re giving me a crotch tattoo! Lara thought with dismay. In Lara’s opinion, a crotch tattoo was even worse than a tramp stamp: it was designed to draw the eyes downwards, and basically advertised to everyone that the woman wearing it was a slutty piece of sexual meat. Lara felt Mio adjust the placement of the stencil, before applying it to her lower abdomen. She heard the women whispering and laughing at the design, which made her feel even worse about it.
“Talk about a slutty tattoo!” Mary laughed cruelly.
“I think it’s sexy.” Sarah said.
All of the women chimed in with their own opinions, giggling and laughing between themselves. Lara tried to block them out, waiting helplessly for the vandalization of her body to begin.
She heard Mio activate her tattoo gun, and then grimaced in both pain and dread, as she felt the tattooing needle penetrate her flawless skin. Lara grimaced as Mio skilfully inked the outline of the design onto her lower abdomen, and then began colouring it in. It took Mio just under 2 hours to finish Lara’s tattoo. When she was done, Lara was led to the full-length mirror in the hallway. Lara braced herself and then looked down towards her crotch. Her face went pale when she saw the word “WHORE” tattooed in bold capital letters an inch above her pussy. Lara realised it would be impossible to disguise the tattoo: it was written in highly legible thick black lettering, and was about 1.25 inches high and 4 inches wide. Lara just prayed that it wouldn’t be visible when she wore her underwear or swimsuit.
Mio covered her new WHORE tattoo with gladwrap and Sam translated instructions for how to care for it – mostly about applying ointment twice a day and not exposing it to direct sunlight for 2 weeks. Lara would have laughed at the absurdity of that last instruction, were it not for all the outdoor sex she’d had with Bogwyn during the previous weeks. Lara’s completed tattoo signalled the end of the party. The women, including Lara, all got dressed back in their clothes and left. Much to Lara’s relief, Sam made Sybil delete the naked photo of her, much to Sybil’s annoyance. Sam left with the other guests, kissing Lara goodbye on the cheek.
When all of the guests were finally gone, it was just Sarah and Lara present.
“I love you, Lara.” Sarah said, leaning in and kissing her on the lips.
“I love you too.” Lara answered back instinctively, too physically exhausted and mentally drained to stop herself.
Sarah’s eyes lit up with happiness at this verbal slip, and she passionately French kissed Lara on the lips. When she finished, she dropped down onto one knee and said, “Will you marry me?” looking up at Lara expectantly.
Lara’s mouth fell open speechless, as her life suddenly became even more complicated.
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