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Disclaimer: I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's note: Credit where credit is due. I lifted a lot of the inspiration from HunterOpera's Reins of the Tomb Raider for certain elements of this story arc. That fic is a fantastic read and any fan of mine would certainly be a fan of his.
The bold time numbers are in military time, so 2000 hours means 8pm (edited thanks to guest feedback). Just clearing up any confusion.
Chapter 47: The Arab Prince #3: Open Waters
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2000 hours...
Lara dined with Samir in his private quarters, her mission requiring that his invitation be her command. The elderly prince spent much of dinner admiring her as she sat opposite him, naked and enjoying her food. The chefs that worked for the prince were very good.
<“Tomorrow, princess, I will give you the tour of my ship.”> Samir declared, sipping Lara’s milk from a teacup, reveling in its flavors.
<“I would very much look forward to that.”> Lara said, and truly meant it. Samir laughed, pleased with himself.
Lara didn’t really care one way or another about Samir. What she looked forward to was the prospect of avoiding Damian. Her instincts told her he enjoyed hurting people.
<“Ohohoho!”> Samir let out a great laugh, his eyes staring at his laptop which he had put next to his dinner. He looked back up at Lara.
<“Come”> he beckoned, and Lara, herself curious about what had grabbed his attention, rose from her seat and circled over to stand over Samir’s shoulder.
It was a video of her. The footage on the screen was of Lara, dressed in adventure gear, climbing the sides of a very precarious cliff, where a slip would have meant a 200 meter plunge into a rocky rapids. Lara recognized the footage as being taken by her friend Samantha Nishimura, seven years prior. Lara hadn't realized the footage had been uploaded to the internet.
“This is you?” Samir asked in English, an impressed look on his face.
“Yes, your highness.” Lara responded, herself glad that the video wasn’t one of the more recent recordings of her.
“Where you learn this?”
“I’ve had many teachers, but I suppose it was my father.” Lara said, glad to be seen in a light other than a sex object.
Samir was looking at Lara with redoubled interest now.
<“So what brings you aboard this ship, ‘Duchess’?”> he asked.
Lara had been prepared for this question and answered without pause.
<“I’ve just returned from an excavation in South America. An acquaintance said your highness has a great collection of many artifacts from Africa, where I’m going next, so I was hoping to convince you to let me have a look at them.”>
<“Oh? So our meeting wasn’t just by chance, I see.”> Samir mused with a revelatory smile.
<“My apologies, your highness. It wasn’t my intention to deceive you.”>
Samir gestured at Lara’s naked form.
<“If by means of apology you mean this, then apology accepted, ‘Duchess’!”> he said jokingly, but also seriously.
After that, Lara would not return to her own quarters until almost midnight. Samir had his manservant and two guards escort her back to her suite, insisting that Lara let the manservant know if she should need anything.
Back in her suite, Lara was happy to find it empty, and her previously unfurnished bed now supplied with the finest of pillows and sheets.
0000 hours…
Lara stepped out of a much-needed shower to find Damian waiting for her in her suite. The man was comfortably sat on one of the living area couches, one leg propped up on the other.
<“Lady Tits”> he said, having decided to address Lara using his rude Sudanese nickname for her.
“What do you want?” Lara said, already knowing the answer.
“Drop the towel.”
“Are we really going to do this right now?” Lara, only just cleaned, asked bitingly.
“Drop the towel.”
She sighed, unwrapping the bath towel and letting it fall from her damp body.
Damian noted that Lara wasn’t wearing any of her piercings and attachments.
“Who gave you permission to take your piercings out?”
“No one… I just thought….” Lara begun, but hesitated as Damian stood up and came over to her.
“You thought what… hmmm?” Damian said, getting right up in Lara’s face, one hand reaching out and grabbing her by the scruff of her neck.
“You don’t think, you understand?” He said, his breath hot against Lara’s face, making her wince.
“You don’t think. We think.” the hand around Lara’s neck shook her slightly for emphasis.
“We think, then you do. Hmm?” he pressed his other hand against Lara’s stomach, sliding it down until his fingers curled around her damp sex, pinching her flesh. Lara squirmed, wanting to fight back but only going so far as to rest one hand lightly against Damian’s chest. Her other hand rested against the hand Damian was using to toy with her cunt.
Seeing she wasn’t going to fight him, Damian nonetheless continued with his threats.
“Now, did you make sure not to let the prince know about your relationship with us?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.
“I… I said nothing about you or Trellick to the prince. For all he knows our only connection is that Trellick and I are both from England… and that I’m well known there…” Lara said.
Damian looked at her suspiciously, his fingers hooked against her g-spot, his thumb pressing down on her pliant flesh from the outside.
The two remained in that position for several seconds while Lara’s pelvis quivered in discomfort.
“Get on the bed, doggy style.” Damian said, letting go of Lara’s pussy and leading her by the neck over to the bed, pushing her in it.
Lara, furious but obedient, got onto all fours, facing away from Damian and looking up at the headboard, anticipating Damian moving into to take her from behind.
What she felt instead was a strange pulling sensation, Damian’s fingers doing something near her pussy, then a sudden explosion as her piss hole was uncorked.
Lara hadn’t noticed that it had been hours since she had been able to pee, as the device in her urethra had been numbing her sensation to that need.
And now, even as she fully wet herself, a powerful orgasm ripped through Lara. An involuntary cry escaped her lips, and Lara, unable to move her body because of it seizing up from the orgasm, sent pulses of urine jetting all over her pristine bedsheets.
The orgasm left her breathless, her limbs giving out underneath her, collapsing atop her own piss drenched sheets.
Panting, and shaking with humiliation, Lara weakly turned her head to see Damian holding up removal tool that he had used to suck the urethral device out of her.
“Y… you.. why…!” she mumbled, her head swimming from the piss induced orgasm.
Damian circled around the bed and lifted Lara’s head up by a fistful of her wet hair, making sure she was looking him in the eye.
“Let this be a lesson for you. If you had waited for me to tell you to take your piercings out, I would have let you do it in the bathroom. Remember. You don’t think. We think, and you do, you got that?”
Struggling to lift herself off the bed so her hair wasn’t supporting her weight, Lara nodded.
“Good.” Damian said, pocketing the removed urethral device, only to pull a larger replacement out from the same pocket and wave it at Lara.
“Get back into doggy style.”
Lara did as she was told, thinking Damian was going to put the replacement device back into her urethra. Instead, she felt his hands grab her by the waist as he pulled her hips back to the edge of the bed so he could fuck her while standing, avoiding getting piss on himself while Lara’s palms and knees sunk into the wettest part of her ruined bed.
“Unnnngh… god your tight...” Damian said, and Lara shivered at the complement.
Not saying anything for several minutes, the Texan pumped himself against Lara, his flesh slapping against her own. Eventually, he pulled out of her, letting himself loose all over Lara’s back.
“Turn around, clean my cock.”
Trembling in outrage, Lara did as was told.
“Keep your tongue out. Look at me while you do it.” Damian said, using Lara’s tongue as a cock rest as he rubbed his dick across it, deliberately doing so messily, leaving a strand of himself dragged across her face.
“Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, ‘great, now I’m going to have to sleep somewhere else.’ But like I told you. You don’t get to think that. You’ve made your bed, and now I think you should sleep in it. Right on this spot.” he said, pointing at the darkest spot in the sheets.
“You’re an asshole, did you know that?” Lara said, the words escaping her even though she stayed kneeling in her own piss.
“Hah.” Damian laughed, tucking his spent penis back into his pants.
“Kitty will pick you up in the morning. I’ll let her know to expect you to smell like piss and have a nice Jackson Pollock on your back. If I find out that you don’t have either of those things…” he said menacingly, finished redoing his zipper, pointing at the security camera in the suite’s ceiling that was aimed right at the bed, then pointed back at Lara “… well… I can think of other things for you to do.”
<“Light’s out, Lady tits”> he said, once he had reached the door to Lara’s suite, hitting the switch on his way out, leaving Lara to wallow in her own filth, illuminated only by the star light coming in through the floor length glass windows.
Five hours later, 0545 hours…
“Ooooff. Damian really did a number on you.” Kitty said teasingly as she helped the shivering Lara out of bed, noting the Duchess of Arlington’s eagerness as Lara, of her own accord, lowered herself into the opened maw of the pleasure mobile, undoubtedly in anticipation of its warmth and cleaning functions.
Kitty closed up the suitcase around Lara, rolling it out of the suite and into the service lift that took them down into the research and holding areas. There, she plugged the hot and cold water sources into the suitcase, setting it to a 15 minute cycle, which gave her enough time for some preparation work.
0615 hours
Her body finally cleaned, Lara was back in a white cell, stood up and spread eagled. Once again, Trellick spoke to her while Kitty and Anika prepped her body. Damian, however, was conspicuously absent.
“First of all, my apologies for Damian’s behavior last night. You did well yesterday, and there was no reason for him to treat you that way… don’t speak, just listen…” Trellick said, holding up a finger to stop Lara from voicing her anger about Damian.
While he spoke, Kitty inserted a new urethral device into Lara, informing her that the device will vent her bladder once every two hours, and that it was Lara’s prerogative to plan her day accordingly.
“Your next scheduled piss break is at 8am. When the time comes, the device will vibrate for 15 seconds, during which time urine will pass through it with or without your help.” Kitty told Lara, massaging Lara’s cunt with her fingers as she adjusted the gold ornament around Lara’s clit.
Lara was told that the updated device now drew a bit of power from her body heat, although that power was only used for the stimulatory and urinary functions, meaning her available time for siphoning data from Samir’s laptop remained unchanged.
“The prince was very impressed with the video of your outdoor adventures, and I expect he might wish to see you in your adventure garb.”
Anika brought over a briefcase and opened it, pulling out a modified re-creation of Lara’s jungle shorts and crop top. The side of the dark green shorts had been trimmed, held together by a latticework of paracord and Velcro, which allowed Kitty and Anika to wrap the shorts around Lara’s pelvis without freeing her ankles.
The green top was similarly designed, with three-centimeter strips of fabric taken out the front and sides, strapped around Lara in a similar fashion as the shorts. Lara noted that at least two centimeters had been taken out of the neckline of the shirt, so the top edges of the mesh sports bra underneath could be seen. Underneath the sports bra, Lara was, once again, wearing her gold nipple caps, the liquid breakfast from the pleasure mobile having replenished the nutrients in her breasts.
“Thank you for your work yesterday. If I may offer a word of advice, you should try to get closer to Samir’s laptop. Yesterday, you pulled about 15% of the data from it before running out of batteries. If you can get within one meter of the laptop, you should be able to pull 30% to 35% of the remaining data.”
Lara took all this in without responding.
“As a token of my appreciation for your continued cooperation, I have told Damian that he is to show you some more respect when asking you for intimacy.”
“Your suite has been cleaned and your bed remade. Try to get some rest. I need you to continue impressing Samir until the data transfer has been complete. Kitty will take you back to your room now.”
Back in Lara’s suite, 0800 hours…
True to Trellick’s word, Lara was finally able to enjoy the comforts of her luxury suite’s bed, sleeping for an hour straight, until the urethral device alerted her that it was getting ready to void her bladder.
As she sat on the toilet, Lara shuddered as the device throbbed inside her, the stream of urine exiting her body for exactly 15 seconds, which was long enough for her to climax once.
Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Lara answered it to find a manservant there, with a note from Samir.
Dear Duchess,
I had expected you to spend the night in my suite. Meet me in the pavilion for breakfast when you read this.
Signed,
Samir of House Saud.
Lara, already dressed, followed the manservant up through the regular elevators, until she arrived at the glass biome topside of the cruise liner.
0830 hours
Samir happily greeted Lara, complimenting her on her bold “western” apparel, speeding through the pleasantries as he was eager to get to the part where he asked her to demonstrate her acrobatic skills for him.
The fake cliffs and rock formations, while impressive visually, wasn’t much more than child’s play for Lara, who made the most of the available terrain to display for Samir her graceful agility as she sprinted, jumped, balanced, and somersaulted through the landscape at breakneck speeds, all to the cheers and applause of Samir, who thankfully had chosen to vacate the entire area save for a few personal bodyguards.
Once he had seen enough to become aroused, Samir beckoned Lara to him, where she knelt before him, taking him into her mouth while he reached down to pull her shirt around one of her breasts, so he could remove the nipple cap and top off his morning coffee with her milk.
Now that he knew she had something she wanted from him, Samir no longer saw Lara as an equal, not that he would ever see a woman as his equal. The ‘Duchess’, which he now called her as a sort of pet name, was simply here to earn his good grace so that she might have the privilege of seeing his private collections back in his vacation palace.
<“You’re highness”> ‘Duchess’ suddenly said from her place between Samir’s knees. <“Would you excuse me while I visit the restroom.”>
<“Of course, but please, go to the restroom the way you do it when you’re out on one of your little adventures.”> Samir said, gesturing at the artificial scenery.
The ‘Duchess’ blushed, looking around and noting the nearby guards and realizing Samir had no issue with them watching. Meekly, she rose from her knees and went over to a nearby bush, sliding her shorts down enough to squat.
1000 hours…
Samir watched as the ‘Duchess’ relieved herself for a good couple of seconds, small tremors running through her body as she seemed to exact pleasure from peeing in front of an audience.
Afterwards, the ‘Duchess’ returned to her place between Samir’s legs and dutifully finished him off, cleaning him and putting his spent member away all without prompting.
They made small talk for an hour or so, before Samir had another idea just before noon.
<“The ‘Duchess’ would like to try out the swimming pool, yes?”>
A man servant brought over a white bikini, and Samir had Lara strip out of her adventure garb, directing her to leave her clothes and boots with him as she donned the white swimsuit and dove into the fish exhibit.
1200 hours…
Lara realized she had become something akin to an ornamental fish, as she looked down through the glass bottom of the pond to see dozens of pairs of eyes belonging to lunch goers looking back up at her. They seemed quite accepting of her out of place presence in the aquarium: a beautiful bikini clad woman surrounded by dozens of colorful koi that brushed up against their strange new tank mate. Several times, Lara eyes met Samir’s own as the prince would flash her a wide appreciative smile from where he was eating at the table that afforded him the best view of her.
Trellick and Damian were also among her onlookers, Damian in particular making every effort to catch Lara’s eyes.
Even knowing that all of the lunch goers were essentially part of Samir’s extended staff didn’t diminish the embarrassment Lara felt, the only silver lining being she was able to hide her urination and subsequent orgasm as she tread water in the aquarium.
Whatever oils and lotion Kitty had applied to her entire body kept Lara’s skin from pruning as Samir’s man servant finally came to retrieve her from the pool, giving her a tower to dry off and handing her a transparent sundress to wear over her bikini as she joined Samir for lunch in the dining room, where her fellow guests all wore knowing smiles on their faces as they accepted her into their midst without a single commentary on the way she was dressed.
After lunch, Samir took Lara back up to the biome, where the two enjoyed a long leisurely walk, with Lara answering many inquiries from Samir regarding their shared interest in ancient artifacts.
1400 hours…
Lara excused herself once more, this time masking her bathroom break by playfully jumping back into the pool, letting out a pleasurable sigh as she both peed and came inside it. Samir laughed, but didn’t bother joining her, instead watching from the shade of the pavilion.
He mused that they should be in the mid Atlantic by now. Lara, dripping with water from her short dip in the aquarium, sweetly lamented about the afternoon sun, asking if Samir might enjoy an afternoon nap in his suite, which the prince was more than happy to oblige, first taking the ‘Duchess’ back to his quarters, then “taking” her there, this time without bothering to dismiss his man servant and guards.
‘Duchess’ mentioned that she had neglected to bring her personal computer with her, asking to use Samir’s to do some web research into her upcoming African exploration. Samir, eyes clouded over from a recent lowering of sperm count, lazily gave her his blessing, trusting his man servant to keep an eye on ‘Duchess’ while she did so.
1600 hours…
Samir joined ‘Duchess’ in the shower, where the two took turns washing each other.
1800 hours…
Lara, after a quick dip in the pool, joined Samir for a spectacular view of the sunset from the pavilion, which became a beautiful backdrop for a session of love making as she perched her firm, yet soft body onto Samir’s lap, her warm and slick sex enveloping him as he admired the way her body was silhouetted by the setting sun.
2000 hours…
It brought Samir a great sense of accomplishment when he made ‘Duchess’ cum so hard that she accidentally peed herself. He accepted her mortified apologies as his man servant hurried off to bring him some clean cloths.
Afterwards, Samir and Lara enjoyed a nice candlelit dinner under the aquarium. ‘Duchess’ seemed a little perturbed that Samir had taken away her clothes, and was now making her accompany him in the nude, wearing only her gold nipple covers and clitoral ornament.
<“As an apology for the accident.”> he joked, having had the decency to order that their immediate surroundings be cleared of onlookers, so that only his man servant and a few guards remained. Even so, it brought a rosy color to the Duchess as she conducted herself with poise despite the trail of Samir’s seed and her own juices dribbling down her inner thighs.
2200 hours…
Samir, drained from a day of leisure and sex, invited ‘Duchess’ into his bed, enjoying the warmth of her body coiled around his, trusting her enough to dismiss his men from the suite.
Through the night, the sleeping prince dreamily noted the regularity with which ‘Duchess’ seemed to leave his side to visit the restroom.
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Author's note: Credit where credit is due. I owe a lot of the inspiration to HunterOpera for a lot of elements of the entire Arab Prince arc.
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