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Chapter 40: Mark and Lara

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In the flesh, he finally saw her.

They had freshened her up. Cleansed her body of all traces of the huge Russian, polished her skin to a translucent glow, emulsified her flesh with a subtly intoxicating scent.

And dressed her in the most lewd of outfits.

It appeared that they had taken a leather catsuit, gutted its middle of chasteness, leaving only the sleeves for the arms and legs intact, held together by the barest remnants of the suit’s torso. Nothing was left to the imagination.

The remaining fabric was reinforced with what appeared to be Kevlar straps, with additional bindings that gave the option of securing the wearer’s limbs against themselves as well as against other anchor points.

It was thus that she was presented to him, her legs frogtied, thighs against calves, spread open from ropes tied to the posts the bed she was on. Her arms were similarly folded up against themselves, elbows tucked towards her waist while her wrists hung from her collar so her arms framed her luscious tits, pressing them inwards and outwards The state of bondage didn’t seem to bother her at all, and her body seemed to be quivering with anticipation like the horny little slut Mark now knew her to be.

The genuine look of surprise in her eyes when she saw him enter the room was easily interpreted.

Righteous fury transformed to raging lust, Mark wasted no time pouncing on her.

“Tried to have me killed huh, you fucking whore.”

Of course, even if she could answer through the red gag, he didn’t want to hear her out.

Cursing the fact that they had generously supplied him with a fresh set of cloths which he now had to take time to remove, Mark stumbled out of his pants, not bothering with his shirt, and found his place between her legs, where her womanhood glistened invitingly.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Huh? Trying to have me killed. You know who the fuck I am?”

His first attempt at penetrating her met with significant resistance, and it wasn’t until several tries later that Mark found out why.

“What the fuck? You had this huge thing inside your cunt the entire time?”

Her clean shaven pussy lips had been closed to a tight slit, but upon inspection, he found a small finger sized ring handle buried in her folds that when pulled, produced a trifecta of vibrating toys the size of three kiwis stringed together. Her pelvis bucked several times as he uncorked her, coating his hand with a spray of obvious ecstasy.

“Awwww, did the little slut just cum? You sick bitch, I thought you wanted me dead, what, did you change your mind?”

Her eyes, which had squeezed shut as she came, opened, focusing on him. There was a look of pleading in them, and she made some sort of attempt to communicate through the gag.

“Oh…. Right. I forgot, they told me. You get off on being raped, huh. No wonder you’re begging for my cock. I bet you’re getting off on seeing me here after you told them to kill me.”

She shook her head vigorously, making another loud but muffled vociferation.

“Right… the rape role play. Everything’s just a game to you, isn’t it.” Mark said, even angrier now, but, also more horny, and filled with glee. He grabbed his throbbing member by the shaft and started rubbing it up and down Lara’s eager slit, his precum mixing with her wetness.

“Well, how… about…. THIS!?”

One swift thrust drew a muffled scream from her. She bucked wildly, and he could feel her clamping down on him as he fought to control her lower half with both hands. Her back arched so hard it jiggled her breasts. Mark wished he had two more hands to utilize, but found the patience to put off that bit of gratification.

She was looking at him again, her eyes bleary, obviously from cumming so hard. Once again, there was that pleading look, and apparently she was trying to talk again.

Mark briefly wondered what she’d say if he ungagged her now. Would she try to come up with some obvious lie to say she hadn’t ordered his death? Would she beg him to keep her sick fetish a secret?

No.

She was still at it, still playing out this rape fantasy. The bitch was just asking for more cock by pretending it was rape.

This truth couldn’t have been more apparent. She came as soon as he had her stuck. Mark grinned, his cock swelling to a hardness that even had him briefly consider pulling out and measuring it. He was certain he had never been this big in his life, in his mind imagining he was actually the Russian giant from earlier, stretching Lara’s slutty hole to its limits.

He started to thrust with what he thought passed for carnal savagery, and as soon as he did , Lara reacted vigorously. She squealed into the gag, squealing sweet cries of pain from being so roughly conquered, that he knew would transform into pleasure soon enough.

The bitch was insatiable, and even while she continued to struggle, or act like she was struggling, against Mark and her restraints, she wasn’t fooling anyone with how much she enjoyed being dominated. Her hips bucked in jest, acting like she was trying to throw him off of her, the restraints on her legs straining with every wet collision of their groins.

Then, she was cumming, clamping down on him again, gripping his shaft with so much force that it hurt too much for Mark to endure, pulling out of her and shooting all over her face, tits, and abs. Mark’s legs gave out like rubber as he tried to get off of the bed, and actually slumped to the floor, panting from the heavenly afterglow.

When he collected himself from the foot of the bed a few seconds later, Lara still looked like she was quivering from her orgasm, and screamed deliciously when he flicked a finger against her soaked clitoris.

“Fucking hell, I almost forgot. I’m supposed to punish you.”

The electrodes were already hanging from the sleeves of her outfit, and Mark had no problem letting the magnetized ends snap against the piercings on each of her sensitive buds.

“Wait… is this going to punish you or are you just going to get off on it even more?” he asked the gagged and pitiful looking whore shaking

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Lara’s brief moment of confusion, shock, and shame at seeing Mark be her “secret guest” of the night turned to a deep sadness.

It was obvious what Kitty had done. Manipulated events to attain a complete character assassination.

It hurt her even more that Mark was so eager to believe this one sided account of her.

With the O-device, Lara couldn’t help but become aroused, cumming right as the vibrating eggs inside her pussy were pulled out. Then, she came again when Mark penetrated her.

Both orgasms hurt like hell. The icing of her holes earlier had helped with the swelling, but Lara’s pussy was still sore from her time with Vasily,. So when Mark started to “pretend” rape her, her cries of pain were very much genuine, abetted by the O-device’s keeping her at the edge of cumming for two agonizing minutes. It was almost a relief when her tightened loins forced Mark to pull out and finish on her body, the slight emptiness making a world of difference to her painful spasms.

This wasn’t the boy with whom she had previously shared a pleasurable and consensual experience. That innocent boy was gone, replaced by this arrogant, vengeful man, whose misled hatred was just barely sated, and will soon to be venting itself upon her once more.

Her eyes widened as Mark snapped the electrodes to her piercings. The current immediately came on, and despite herself, Lara screamed into her gag.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! For everything!” She wanted to scream at Mark. Such was the pain that had he ungagged her at that moment, she wouldn’t even have tried to rectify his flawed view of her. She would’ve played to his misconceptions of her being a degenerate and begged for him to let her please him in any way he wanted, if it meant he pulled the electrodes off of her.

Except Mark didn’t seem to feel the need to hear her speak. He seemed to take in her tears with a gleeful mirth that made Lara’s blood chill.

After the initial burst of pain, the electrodes dialed back in intensity, starting to surge into her rhythmically with an audible hum. Not strong enough to make her see stars, but neither too weak as for her to ignore the pulsing pain.

“What, you want these off?” Mark asked, reaching down and pulling at both electrodes on her nipples, not enough to disengage them, just hard enough to lift her breast’s up by the buds.

“Apparently these shockers only get powered up when you cum. That’s what I’ve been told, anyways.” Mark informed her.

“It’s hard to say what I want more. ”

“On one hand, I’m supposed punish you using these and make you not want to cum.”

“On the other hand, they’re making you pay me real money every time I make you cum, so you already owe me fifteen thousand quid.so you can see I’m getting some mixed signals here.

What?! What exactly did Kitty tell you?! Lara thought, making a loud, bewildered whine.

As if on queue, she could vague feel herself cum again, although she felt none of the pleasure due to the numbness from the brief but powerful surge in electric intensity that immediately followed.

“Cha ching, and there’s another five thousand quid you owe me. Is that how much you pay Ivan everytime you hire him to stuff your holes? If you wanted the rough stuff you could’ve gotten it for free if you weren’t so stuck up about it and didn’t want people to know how sick of a bitch you were, hahahaha.”

I’m paying you for what?! Lara couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Although I hear you’ve been whoring yourself out to anyone with deep pockets to clear your sex debt, so I guess you’re just have to fuck some more oil magnates or Japanese businessmen for my services, huh?” Mark finished.

You think I’m spending money on sex AND whoring myself out for money? That doesn’t even make sense! And what the fuck do you consider “services”??!

Trying to ignore Mark’s mad ravings, Lara instead concentrated on trying to stop herself from cumming again, flexing and relaxing her abs and abused vaginal muscles in the well practiced method of arousal control. It was something that she’s learned over the past year, that, due to the recent introduction of the O-device, had fallen into disuse until now.

She was so focused on getting her libido under control that she failed to notice the blur of motion out of one corner of her eye. Pain flared across her left cheek, her head snapping to the side as Mark leaned in close and backhanded her.

“Bitch, look at me when I’m talking to you.” He said, and suddenly there was a blue sheen of raging lust in his eyes.

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Mark could only describe the surge of confidence he had felt the moment Lara’s wet snatch greeted his cock with an immediate orgasm as a blue aura of invincibility.

That confidence had briefly faded when he had been forced out of Lara’s snatch by its crushing tightness, but quickly returned as he relished in revealing to the slut just how much of her secret life he was now privy to.

He was annoyed when, after the expected look of shock, Lara seemed to brush off his revelations ever so nonchalantly, her eyes actually looking away from him not out of the shame of her situation, but of utter disinterest. He couldn’t believe it; that the bitch would be so nonplussed to have her dirty secret exposed.

It was easy enough to get her attention with a hearty slap, but Mark realized that, for the time being, words were wasted on her.

His shirt was stained with sweat, and now,as he waited for his returning hard on, Mark stripped himself fully.

A few minutes later, he climbed back between Lara’s legs, sticking her again. He could hear, and feel, the light pulsing of the electrodes through Lara, and knew, instinctively, that if he timed his thrusts with the pulsing rhythm, he could make her cum very quickly.

Or, if he were to alternate thrusts with the blue current’s pulses, he could drive Lara to the brink of orgasm but keep her there indefinitely.

How he knew this, Mark didn’t need to ponder at all. The blue aura of confidence flowing through him told him so. It felt completely natural to him, even though this was his first time feeling it.

The only question he had in his current anger towards Lara was which was more punishing for her, to cum and be shocked, or to not be allowed to cum.

At first, Mark decided that what Lara felt was irrelevant. What was more important was for him to dump a good sized load into her cunt, plant his flag, one might say.

It was easy enough to hurt the bitch while he was at it. The hard fucking felt great to his massive dick, but Mark knew Lara was smarting from every thrust.

Somehow, he ended up syncing up with the rhythm of the electrodes, and didn’t even notice until Lara was declaring her orgasm loudly via a gagged scream, each of her contractions causing her to be shocked viciously.

Which reminded him that she was losing money to him every time he pounded an orgasm out of her.

That removed any deliberation, and now that he knew exactly how fast to thrust, Mark made damn sure to throw his hip into every thrust, having familiarized himself with the dimensions of the bed to better pile into her with leg strength he hadn’t used since his rugby years.

“Ungh… take that… you… slut… ungh… “

The girl’s slick canal was gripping him just as hard as before with every few dozen thrusts, but Mark had acclimated, imagining he was drilling her cunt open every time it tried to squeeze shut. He didn’t even feel any pain, as if his hard fucking was instead forcing that pain back into Lara.

“.... Twenty-five thousand….. Thirty thousand…. Forty… you… slut….” Mark celebrated each time he heard Lara’s vocalizations peak in volume.

His quads were getting tired from having to lay into her from above. Untying the two ropes connecting Lara’s thighs to the edge of the bed, Mark hoisted a weakly struggling Lara Croft up, forcing her to the edge of the bed where he propped her on her frogtied legs, her luscious ass hanging out past the bed, at a perfect height for him to stick her from behind from a standing position.

The bitch tried to right herself, as if standing up would somehow make them equals. Of course, her legs were still frogtied, and with her wrists bound to her neck her arms were also useless. so she resorted to using Mark’s grip on her waist to right herself, teetering on her knees at the edge of the bed.

Let the bitch stay up for now, Mark thought to himself, reaching around her with both hands to play with her large tits.

“Ew, disgusting.” he exclaimed as, one after the other, Lara’s nipps let out two fine sprays of milk, the electrodes attached to the nipple piercings designed to not hinder this lactation.

Mark imagined himself drinking the milk, and almost considered doing it, until he realized the stickiness he was feeling as he groped Lara’s breasts was his own jizz from his first ejaculation, which was now smeared all over his palms, as well as all over Lara’s breasts and nipples.

The thought of possibly imbibing his own ejaculate sickened him. Mark stopped fondling Lara’s tits, grabbed her by her ponytail, and wiped his hands off in her hair.

Then he anchored one hand around Lara’s groin, pinching her clit, while the other reached between her shoulder blades, and in one motion, folded her forward like cardboard, her face and tits falling into the bed, bending so far into herself her head was nearly between her legs. Her snatch veered back into perfect sticking angle, and wasting no more time, Mark guided his prick back into her. Finding the rhythm, he now had the additional glee of seeing Lara’s face being pressed into the bed, her already gagged protestations becoming even more muffled when he rocks her forward off of his cock.

“Where were we… forty-five thousand… hahaha... “

Mark could’ve gone on like this forever, but his self control eventually did give. Shortly after earning himself a hundred thousand pounds sterling, he broke rank with the pulsing of the electrodes, pumping into Lara faster and faster.

At the last moment, he took advantage of the straps of fabric across her back, grabbing and yanking her off of the bed. releasing the hold on the straps, Mark deftly caught Lara by her tits, both squeezing hard as well as pulling her down onto his cock. He felt her start to clench, as if being manhandled was bringing her to climax.

Stars flooded Mark’s vision, a blue haze descending as he pumped several enormous loads of jizz up into the vice like passage.

“Unnnnnngh! That’s it… you… stuck up… bitch... “ he heard himself say.

It took everything he could to stay on his feet, and he relinquished his hold on Lara, his still stiff dick popping free of her as she slid off of him, gaining momentum and crashing into the bed, her tucked forearms barely breaking her fall.

“Hmm…I guess you could always kill me by fucking me to death, hahaha… ungh” Mark laughed briefly, before having to sit himself down on the bed due to sudden vertigo.

There was a knock at the door, followed by it opening and Kitty entering the room.

“Mr. Tremaine?” she said smoothly, striding over to him gracefully and handing him a bathrobe she had brought with her.

If Mark hadn’t just had a good bit of blood leave his brain, he might’ve thought that this timing most likely meant that his entire session with Lara had not been without an audience.

“Yeah?” Mark responded, still a little dazed as he took the proffered bathrobe and pulled it around himself, barely standing up.

“Would you like to freshen up before dinner?” Kitty said. She was still dressed in her business attire, and despite her politeness Mark felt as if her voice was laced with coyness.

The mention of food finally brought Mark

“That… depends, where’s dinner?” He asked, for some reason finally noticing that the windows in the room had all been covered up, letting no light through. Maybe that was why it didn’t feel like nighttime at all, because there wasn’t a ready visual confirmation.

As all this was happening, Kitty had strode over to Lara, produced a black dildo from somewhere, and in one smooth motion slid it all the way into her pussy, drawing a slight shudder from her. With the handkerchief in her other hand, she wiped away the bit of Mark’s cum oozing from around the end of the dildo, deftly avoiding getting any on her fingers.

The thought of his jizz being pushed deep into Lara excited Mark, and he watched Kitty press the flattened base of the dildo up against Lara’s pussy so it barely covered her lips, before attaching a piece of Y shaped cord to the dildo, pulling it around between her buttcheeks, and with two snaps, turn the dildo into a thong that plugged Lara.

“What’s up with the dildo? Did I not give the bitch enough dick?” Mark joked, but earnest in his curiosity.

“You know, I was just as surprised. Apparently Lady Croft always wears something like this underneath her clothing. This massager is from her personal collection” Kitty said.

“Whoa…nice…” Mark said.

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Lara heard every word of the conversation, every lie Kitty was feeding Mark, who, she now cursed, was so set on Lara being a cock craving slut that he seemed to accept Kitty’s lies as truth.

Temporarily in too much pain to move from her face down spot on the mattress, Lara could only tilt her head to the side to keep from smothering herself. Behind her, she heard another pair of feet patter into the room.

“Why don’t Anika here show you to the bath. She’ll take you to the dining room once you’re ready. Do you have any particular food in mind? Our kitchen can accommodate for just about anything.”

“...Nah, anything is good. I could use a pint or two, you people got a good stout?” Mark’s voice drifted to Lara from a moving angle as he followed “Anika” towards the bathroom.

“That can be arranged,” Kitty said politely, waiting until the bathroom door had closed behind Mark and his escort before descending upon Lara, who had finally rolled into a fetal position facing away from her tormentors. The thick dildo inside her was inert, but its mere thickness was enough to agitate her internal injuries while at the same time making a small part of her wish that it would start sliding in and out of her.

“I bet you’re just full of questions for me, you little minx.” Kitty’s voice whispered next to Lara’s ear, sultrily mocking her.

“I’d like to show you something, then, if you’re in the cooperative mood, I might even let you eat something that isn’t someone else’s bodily fluid, hmm?”

What choice do I have? Lara thought bitterly.

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Notes: Sat on this one for a bit. Most likely still missed a bunch of punctuation. Oh well, hope you bdsm oriented folks like it.

The next chapter can either have a lot of Mark or a little, but the main goal is to wrap things up in Peru and move Lara back into the air and onto her next locale, which I'm having a ton of fun imagining and drafting at the moment.

Reviews are welcome, and I'll update the discussion thread soon.
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