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Tomb Raider: Natla’s Revenge.	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 77477 -:- 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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“Will you marry me?” Sarah asked expectantly, down on one knee in front of her.
Lara stood there speechless, stunned by this unexpected turn of events. She should have seen the warning signs: Sarah was young and shy, and had hidden her sexuality all her life. For all Lara knew, she was Sarah’s first lover; no wonder she had fallen so hard. Lara knew that she should set the record straight, but looking down into Sarah’s big blue puppy dog eyes, she found herself hesitating. She told herself it was because she didn’t want to hurt Sarah’s feelings, but there was another, more selfish motive: she needed Sarah as an ally. Although it made her feel soiled and ashamed, Lara resolved to do what she had criticised other women for doing: she would use her body to get what she wanted.
Dropping down to her knees, she gently grabbed hold of Sarah’s face, drawing her into a passionate kiss. Lara tilted her head to the side, thrusting her tongue deep between Sarah’s lips, exploring every inch of her mouth. When she finally broke off the kiss, she forced herself to hold Sarah’s loving gaze, feeling guilty for what she was about to do.
“Sarah, I love you so much,” Lara lied, “which is why I know I can trust you.”
“You can!” Sarah answered back sincerely.
“I need your help: I’m being blackmailed.” Lara said.
It was a massive gamble, bringing Sarah in on Natla’s extortionate scheme; but Lara liked to think she was a good judge of character, and she didn’t detect any malice or ulterior motives in her young blonde maid.
Sarah’s expression wasn’t what Lara had been expecting: she looked disappointed.
“Oh Lara, you were making such good progress.” Sarah said.
“Progress? Didn’t you hear what I said? I’m being blackmailed!” Lara said exasperated.
“Jacqueline warned me that you might relapse. She even said you might make up stories to explain your behaviour, because you couldn’t accept your nymphomania diagnosis.” Sarah explained.
Lara felt sick. She had just made a terrible mistake.
Sarah took out her phone and started dialling. “Don’t worry, Lara. It’ll all be OK. Jacqueline will know what to do.” Sarah told her.
“Wait! I made a mistake! I was… overwhelmed when you asked me to marry you. Please don’t tell Natla!” Lara pleaded desperately.
“Lara…” Sarah tried to reason with her.
“Please. I’ll marry you! I’ll do whatever you want! Just please don’t call Natla!” Lara begged.
Sarah frowned, but put away her phone.
“Alright, but you have to talk to me from now on; no more hiding your feelings. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, you need to tell me so I can help! If you can’t talk to your fiancée, who can you talk to?” Sarah said, drawing her into a tender hug
“I promise.” Lara said, relieved. Then she realised that Sarah had just referred to her as her fiancée. “Sarah, about us getting married…” Lara began.
“It’s OK, Lara.” Sarah told her, hugging her tightly. “We don’t have to get married until after you finish your treatment. I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to get better.”
Lara went upstairs to shower, with Sarah joining her a short time later. Lara applied copious amounts of the elasticity cream to her pussy and ass, and then joined Sarah in her large bed, where the two spooned until they feel asleep.
Lara woke up late the next morning: Sarah had allowed her to sleep in. Lara fell immediately into her usual routine: taking her birth control pill and applying elasticity cream to her holes. She was about to dress in her demeaning exercise bra and panties, when Sarah stopped her.
“You know, Lara, the boys won’t be back until tonight.” Sarah said, biting her lower lip suggestively.
Lara pursed her lips. The last thing she felt like doing after the previous night’s debauchery was having more sex this morning, but she also knew that she needed to keep Sarah happy. Forcing a smile, Lara sauntered towards Sarah and pushed her backwards onto the bed. Sarah yelped in surprise, excited by Lara’s new dominant persona. Lara ran her hands over Sarah’s hips and stomach, before grabbing Sarah’s small breasts and pinching her nipples. While she did that, she trailed kisses downwards over Sarah’s belly.
Sarah groaned, as Lara walked soft kisses down her abdomen towards her sensitive clit. Lara thrust out her wet tongue, caressing and tickling Sarah’s clit, while continuing to massage her breasts. Sarah was already wet, and started unconsciously rocking her hips up and down against Lara’s mouth. Lara shifted her right hand down between Sarah legs, wetting her fingers with her tongue, before thrusting two of them inside Sarah wet pussy.
Sarah moaned in pleasure, as Lara brought her thumb up to Sarah’s clit and began rubbing it. Lara moved her head back up to Sarah’s chest and started sucking on her breasts, gently nibbling on her nipples while rubbing Sarah’s crotch. Lara tightened her c-grip, pressing the fingers and thumb of her hand together. Sarah moaned as Lara’s fingers pressed together through the walls of her pussy, hitting both her clit and g-spot at the same time. The sensory overload was too much for Sarah, who shuddered and came on Lara’s hand.
When her orgasm subsided, Lara allowed herself to be pushed backwards onto the bed, and Sarah knelt down between her legs, eagerly lapping at her pussy with her mouth and tongue. It felt good, but something was wrong: no matter how much she tried to relax, Lara just couldn’t cum. Lara blushed with shame when she realised what was missing. She didn’t want to ask for it, but she needed to cum so badly. Her cheeks burning with humiliation at the indecent words she was about to utter, Lara made her degrading request.
“Sarah… would you… use your hand?” Lara asked sheepishly, horrified by the thought that she was becoming addicted to fisting and gaping.
Sarah smiled down at her sexy goddess and brought her right hand up to her mouth, licking her fingers to get them wet. Then she bunched her fingers together and pushed them into Lara’s tight pussy. The elasticity cream treatments and constant fistings had loosened Lara’s pussy muscles considerably, and Sarah was able to fit all four of her fingers between Lara’s pussy lips without difficulty. Sarah worked her fingers in and out of her sexy lover’s pussy, coating them in Lara’s own slippery juices, before adding her thumb and pressing forward. Lara moaned as her pussy stretched open around the widest part of Sarah’s hand, before swallowing it inside. Sarah curled her fingers into a fist and pushed forward, cramming as much of her hand inside Lara’s pussy as she could, before pulling backwards.
Lara moaned as her pussy lips bulged outwards around Sarah’s fist, before finally releasing their grip. Lara unconsciously reached up and started squeezing her own breasts for extra stimulation. She teased and pulled at her nipples, while Sarah thrust her hand back inside her wet pussy and then pulled her clenched fist out again. Lara hated the disgusting sounds her pussy made each time it distended outwards around Sarah’s hand; she hated how nasty and degraded being fisted made her feel; but above all, she hated how much she was enjoying it. After just two minutes of intense fisting, Lara shuddered and came, grinding her pussy harder onto Sarah’s fist, as she coaxed every last tremor out of her orgasm. When she finally finished, Sarah slid up her naked body and nuzzled her face against Lara’s chest, draping her arm across Lara’s stomach.
“I love you.” Sarah said sweetly.
“I love you too.” Lara answered breathlessly.
Lara showered and then got changed. She decided to skip her exercises and dressed in her slutty French maid’s uniform, before going downstairs to eat breakfast. Sarah seemed content to give her the day off, and even let her relax in the library. God, how Lara had missed the simple pleasure of reading books!
The doorbell rang, and Lara instinctively stood up to answer it.
“I’ll get it.” Sarah told her. “You just relax.”
Several minutes later, Sarah walked back into the library. Beside her, dressed in a stylish business suit, was Jacqueline Natla.
“Don’t be mad, Lara. I just want to help you.” Sarah told her.
Lara went pale. She felt like she would vomit. Sarah had told Natla! She was going to lose everything. She’d be ruined!
“Lara, I’m very disappointed in you.” Natla said. “I warned you of the consequences of breaking our agreement.”
“Please, Mistress! I made a mistake! Please give me a second chance!” Lara pleaded.
In her desperation, Lara even dropped down to her knees, the ultimate act of degrading submission. Natla forced herself to supress a smile, loving every moment of Lara’s discomfort. She pursed her lips purposefully, as if pondering what to do, drawing out the moment for her own enjoyment. Finally, she answered.
“Well, I suppose I could give you one more chance.” Natla said. “But from now on, you have to do everything I tell you, without question.”
“I will, Mistress! Thank you!” Lara said, gratefully.
“Firstly, I need know who else you’ve told these lies to, so I can set them straight.” Natla said.
Lara hesitated. She knew she had to tell Natla something – the woman was too smart not to suspect that Lara had told others of her situation; but if she told the whole truth, she would be throwing away her only chance to free herself from Natla’s blackmail. Lara weighed up the options in her mind. Natla probably already suspected Winston – she may even have had him followed – but she had no reason to suspect Zip: he’d been using her for sex like everyone else.
Taking a deep breath, Lara answered. “I’ve told Winston.” She said.
“No one else?” Natla asked, eyeing her intently.
“No one else.” Lara lied.
There was a pregnant pause as Natla stared at her. Then she moved on, seemingly satisfied.
“Secondly, now that you’re engaged to be married, Sarah is your only Mistress. You will call everyone else either Sir or Ma’am. Is that understood?” Natla commanded.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Lara answered.
“Thirdly, I’ll be moving in here for a while to help with your train… I mean, treatment.” Natla corrected herself, remembering that Sarah was still present. “My bags are outside in the car. Have them brought up to your parents’ bedroom. I understand you don’t use it. And make sure it’s freshly cleaned and dusted for my stay.” Natla said.
Lara looked like she wanted to argue. Natla smiled, knowing that Lara’s parents were an emotional trigger for her. She would enjoy twisting the proverbial knife into that particular wound.
After a moment, Lara lowered her eyes in defeat and said, “Yes Ma’am.”
“Lastly, I’ll need you to convince Winston to take part in your treatment.” Natla said.
Lara gasped. “But Ma’am, he’s threatened to leave if…” Lara tried to argue.
“Then you had best convince him, or our little deal is off.” Natla interrupted her. “I expect to see both of you in my bedroom at 6pm tonight – and tell Winston to wear his bathrobe and nothing else.”
“Yes Ma’am.” Lara answered.
Lara was dismissed from the room like a lowly servant, and went to collect Natla’s belongings, while Natla and Sarah discussed her treatment. Lara’s parents’ room was the largest bedroom in the manor house and should have been hers; but it held to many painful memories, and she could never bring herself to occupy it. So it remained an untouched shrine to her parents: all of the pictures and furniture in the room remained exactly as they had been while her parents were alive, although Winston had put their clothes and personal belongings into storage. Lara was thankful for that, as having to pack up her parents’ clothes to make room for Natla’s would have broken her heart.
As it was, she angrily unpacked the clothes from two of the three large Samsonite suitcases that Natla had brought with her. The third suitcase was locked, so she left it in the corner. Then she dusted and vacuumed the room, to prepare it for Natla’s stay.
Her staff arrived back from their brief absence throughout the day. Bogwyn was the first to return, grunting something unintelligible in his heavy accent. Alistair made her skin crawl with his lascivious gaze and vulgar comments. Zip had good news: he had almost finished writing his Trojan horse virus, though Lara told him that they would need to be even more careful, now that Natla was staying under the same roof. The last to arrive was Winston.
Winston, too, had good news: the absence from Croft Manor had given him a chance to visit the Oxfordshire Registry Office and the Oxfordshire Chapel where her parents had been married. The marriage certificates held there showed that her parents’ were married after her birth date. Though this was good news, it raised the obvious question of where Natla’s copy of the certificate had come from. However, that was a question for another day, as now Lara had to broach a rather more distasteful and indecent subject.
“Winston,” Lara began, “I’ve made a terrible mistake.”
“What happened?” Winston asked.
“Sarah asked me to marry her. I thought I could trust her, so I told her about the blackmail, thinking that she could help us; but Natla was one step ahead of me. Now, Natla knows that I broke the rules and told you.” Lara said.
“Oh no, Lara.” Winston said. “So Natla is going to give the marriage certificate to Lord Errol?”
“No, she’s agreed to give me one more chance, but at a price…” Lara’s voice trailed off.
“What price?” Winston asked.
“She wants you to… participate in my training.” Lara said, blushing.
Winston turned bright red. “Lara!” He said, outraged.
“I know! I’m sorry, but there isn’t any other way! Please Winston, I’ve got no right to ask, but I need your help. Please don’t abandon me now!” Lara pleaded.
Winston knew he should say no to this outrageous request; he knew that if he agreed, his relationship with her would be irrevocably altered; but he never could say no to Lara.
“I… suppose I could.” Winston said reluctantly.
Lara smiled joyously and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek and pressing herself against him.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Lara repeated, kissing him again.
Winston blushed, uncomfortably aware of Lara’s large breasts pressing against his chest, and the erection growing in his pants. He tried to tell himself that his sole motivation in agreeing to do this was to help Lara, but he worried that this was just a pleasant veneer, hiding a decidedly more shameful motive.
Lara told Winston to be at her parent’s bedroom at 6pm, wearing only his bathrobe, and then went to find Natla. She and Sarah were sitting in the library. Sarah smiled when she came in.
“How’d it go with Winston?” Sarah asked.
“He’s agreed to help with my treatment, Mistress.” Lara answered.
“That’s wonderful. Jacqueline thinks that Winston will be a key part of helping to treat your nymphomania.” Sarah said.
Natla turned to Lara and spoke. “You see, I believe all of your sexual hang-ups stem from unresolved issues surrounding your parents. Don’t you agree?” Natla said.
Lara was seething, but forced herself to agree. “Yes, Ma’am.” Lara said.
“Remember when you told me that you used to sneak into your parents’ bedroom, when you were younger, and masturbate while watching them having sex?” Natla prompted.
Lara blushed in shame at this outrageous and disgusting suggestion.
“Lara?” Natla prompted again, “I need you to admit to what you did. It’s important, for your treatment.”
Lara turned bright red. “Yes Ma’am.” Lara answered miserably.
“I need you to say the words.” Natla prompted again.
“It’s true. I… used to watch may parents’ make love and masturbate. I know it was wrong.” Lara forced herself to say.
Sarah looked a little disgusted. “Wow Lara, that’s kind of gross, even for me!” Sarah said.
“I know. I suppose this means you won’t want to marry me anymore.” Lara said, hopeful that she had just found a way out that particular problem.
“Don’t be silly!” Sarah said. “I still love you, and I’m going to help you get through this.”
“Thanks.” Lara said, her heart sinking.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to start your treatment.” Sarah said. “I’m going to start browsing engagement ring ideas online. I thought we could get two rings custom made at Tiffany’s.”
“That sound wonderful, Mistress.” Lara said, cringing inwardly at how expensive that was going to be.
They left Sarah in the library, sipping champagne and browsing the internet on her phone, while Natla led Lara up the stairs to her master bedroom. It was only 5:30pm, so they had at least 30 minutes before Winston arrived.
“Take off your clothes.” Natla ordered.
Lara stripped out of her slutty French maid’s uniform, neatly folding each item of clothing and placing them on the dressing table.
“Love the tattoo, by the way.” Natla said, causing Lara to clench her jaw in anger.
She had almost forgotten about the degrading WHORE tattoo written across her lower abdomen, just above her shaved pussy.
“I’ve decided to make a few alterations to your schedule and wardrobe.” Natla announced. “As punishment for breaking our agreement, you are no longer permitted the privilege of wearing clothes. The only exception is a sports bra while you exercise. We wouldn’t want your big bouncing tits to get saggy, now would we?” Natla said.
Lara was silent.
“Would we?” Natla prompted again.
“No, Ma’am.” Lara answered.
“Your meal breaks will remain the same, but the rest of your day will be spent at my beck and call. You are to report to me each morning, after your exercises. Is that understood?” Natla said.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Lara answered miserably.
“Also, from now on I expect you to wear these at all times, except while showering.” Natla said.
Natla opened her suitcase – the one that had been locked – and took out the black SLAVE collar that she had made Lara wear on the first day: it consisted of a thick piece of 2 inch wide black leather, with a stainless steel buckle at the back, a large metal O-ring at the front, and SLAVE written on it in large stainless steel capital letters. At the moment, the SLAVE collar was missing the short black leash that had previously been attached to the O-ring, but Lara assumed that it was probably in the suitcase.
“Kneel.” Natla ordered.
Lara obeyed, and allowed Natla to buckle the SLAVE collar around her neck.
“It goes wonderfully with your tattoo.” Natla commented with a nasty smile, causing Lara to blush with humiliation.
Natla reached back into the bag and pulled out 4 thick leather cuffs that appeared to be part of a matching set with her collar. Each cuff was approximately 2 inches wide, with a large stainless steel buckle and a matching metal O-ring. Natla moved around behind her and buckled each cuff into place around her wrists and ankles. Lara looked over at Natla’s open suitcase and saw a dizzying assortment of stainless steel spreader bars, ball gags, crops, paddles, sex toys and rope.
“No peeking!” Natla said, picking up a 12 inch long stainless steel spreader bar and then zipping her Samsonite suitcase shut. “Turn around.” Natla ordered
Lara obeyed, and a moment later felt Natla shackle her hands behind her back, securing each of her wrists to the 12 inch long spreader bar. The stainless steel bar felt cold against her skin and forced her to arch her lower back slightly and thrust out her breasts.
Natla got dressed in an expensive black garter belt, suspenders and stockings, which accentuated her long legs and toned stomach. She completed the outfit with a matching cupless black shelf bra that made the most of her modest B-cup breasts, pushing them up and together, while leaving her nipples and upper breasts on open display. Damn, I look hot! Natla thought, as she admired herself in the mirror. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and her pussy and ass were on full display.
Right on time, Winston walked into the bedroom wearing a dark red bathrobe. He looked down at Lara, naked and kneeling on the ground, and then back to Natla’s lingerie clad body. Natla smiled as she saw him try to hide the arousal on his face. She had done her research and tailored this scenario just for him: it was almost too easy, she thought.
“Winston, so good of you to join us.” Natla said.
She walked over to the dressing table and took out a bottle of pills, unscrewing the lid and passing one to Winston.
“What’s this?” Winston asked suspiciously.
“It a proprietary drug developed by Natla Technology. It’s like Viagra, but faster acting and with fewer side effects. It’s going to make me billions, once I get FDA approval.” Natla bragged.
She chose not to mention that these particular pills also contained a synthetic analogue of scopolamine: a proprietary drug her company had designed for the US Military, and which made the user highly suggestible. Winston looked at the pill uncertainly, while Natla grabbed a glass of water from the dressing table and passed it to him. After a few seconds hesitation, he swallowed the pill and flushed it down with the water.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” Natla asked rhetorically.
Winston’s mouth opened in surprise, as Natla moved forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into a sensual open-mouthed kiss.
Lara looked on in shock, as Natla passionately kissed Winston, before pulling him over towards her parents’ marital bed.
“I want you to know that I do this under protest!” Winston said seriously.
Natla laughed and pulled his bathrobe open, sliding it down off his back. “Cheer up, Winston! How often do you get to make love to a beautiful blonde?” Natla said.
It was true, Lara thought miserably, though she hated to admit it. Underneath the serious business suits that Natla wore to garner respect from the business community, the older woman had a smoking hot body. Winston clearly thought so too, judging by his raging 6 inch erection, or was that the Viagra? Lara wondered. Lara watched with a sense of unreality, as Natla guided Winston inside her, biting his neck playfully and wrapping her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer.
“I hate you… for what… you’re doing… to Lara!” Winston grunted as he thrust rhythmically into Natla’s tight pussy.
Natla laughed and then licked her index finger, before reach down and thrusting it inside Winston’s asshole.
“Oh My Lord!” Winston shouted, as Natla pressed against his prostate, giving Winston the most powerful orgasm of his life.
Winston gave a long cry as he drained his balls into Natla’s tight pussy. When he finished, he rolled off Natla, exhausted.
“That wasn’t bad, though next time I expect you to last longer.” Natla said.
Winston blushed in embarrassment and bent down to pickup his bathrobe, but Natla stopped him.
“We’re not finished yet, Winston.” Natla told him, before turning to Lara. “Lara, come over here!” Natla ordered.
Lara got up from her knees and walked over to where Natla was sitting on the bed. Natla spread her legs wide apart.
“Suck Winston’s cum from my pussy.” Natla ordered.
Lara wanted to cry at this command.
“Lara, don’t make me ask again.” Natla said, menacingly.
Grimacing in disgust, Lara pressed her face forward between Natla’s thighs and placed her mouth over Natla’s pussy. Closing her eyes, Lara started slurping cum out of her enemy’s pussy.
“Make sure you use your tongue as well. I want you to get it all.” Natla instructed.
Lara thrust out her tongue, tasting Natla’s sweet pussy and Winston’s warm, salty cum. Lara spent the next minute sucking and slurping every last drop of warm cum out of Natla’s open pussy. She blushed with shame at how degraded she felt, her humiliation made worse by that fact that Winston was watching her do it, and it was his gooey cum that she was swallowing down her throat. When she finally got it all, she leaned back, a look of utter defeat and humiliation written across her beautiful face.
“Thank Winston for letting you drink his cum.” Natla commanded.
Lara made eye contact with a clearly excited Winston. “Thank you, Sir, for letting me drink your cum.” Lara forced herself to say, dying inside with each word she uttered.
“Not Sir – from now on, call Winston Daddy.” Natla ordered.
Lara turned even redder as she forced out the degrading words. “Thank you, Daddy.” She said.
“Winston will be fucking my ass next, so I need you to get it nice and wet, OK? Use your mouth.” Natla ordered.
Lara was horrified! This was beyond the pale! It was sick! Natla turned around and bent forward, before reaching behind her and spreading her pale ass cheeks apart. Lara scowled with revulsion, but leaned forward and pressed her mouth between Nala’s butt cheeks.
Winston stared in rapt fascination as Lara sexily licked her tongue against Natla’s puckered asshole. Winston blushed with both shame and arousal. He knew it was wrong; he knew he should look away; but the sight of his high-born boss licking Natla’s sexy ass was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Winston had always had a kink for sexy blondes and dominant women in lingerie, and Jacqueline Natla was ticking all of his boxes. He knew that this was Lara’s arch-enemy; he knew he should hate her; but he just couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her sexy ass.
“Use your tongue to get in nice and deep.” Natla instructed.
Lara blushed deeply, as she pressed her lips against Natla’s ass and pushed her tongue deep inside. Winston felt his cock grow hard again, as he heard Natla moan at the pleasurable sensation.
“That’s enough. Now get Winston ready.” Natla ordered.
Lara’s hands were still shackled behind her back, so she had to knee walk cross the bed to where Winston was standing. They briefly made eye contact, Lara looking utterly ashamed and humiliated, before she leaned forward and took his cock inside her warm mouth. Winston closed his eyes and groaned in ecstasy.
Lara bit down her pride and opened her mouth, sliding Winston’s engorged cock between her red lips. She thought that nothing could be more degrading than licking Natla’s ass, but sliding her mouth up and down her mentor’s cock was even more humiliating. She tried to shut out Winston’s pleasured groans as she swirled her tongue in slippery circles around his cock, coating it with her saliva.
“That’s enough, Lara. We wouldn’t want poor Winston to cum again too soon.” Natla said. “I want you to kneel down on the end of the bed and watch Winston fuck me.”
Natla got down on all fours, so that her face was only a few inches away from Lara’s.
“Come on, Winston. Stick it in my ass.” Natla said, looking over her shoulder at him.
Winston knelt down behind Natla and pressed his cock between her smooth cheeks. He moaned happily as he slowly pushed his cock inside her slippery asshole. When he was about half way in, he started rocking his hips backwards and forwards, feeding more of his cock inside Natla’s tight ass with each thrust.
“You’re jealous, aren’t you, Lara?” Natla teased. “You wish Winston was fucking you.”
Lara shook her head. She hated everything about this: that Winston was having sex with Natla; that they were doing it in her parent’s bed; it was all horrible!
Natla smiled at the look of horror on Lara’s face. She felt Winston’s 6 inch cock bottom out, balls deep inside her ass. Natla had been using the same elasticity cream she had been giving to Lara, and easily accommodated Winston’s cock. Her scientists claimed to have developed a procedure to make the effects permanent, but she didn’t want to risk it going wrong. Maybe she’d test it out on Lara… Natla thought, as Winston pounded her ass from behind.
Lara watched the surreal scene of her friend and mentor fucking her worst enemy, in her parents’ bedroom. Natla and Winston were both moaning now, and Lara found herself hating Winston for enjoying this. She knew it was unfair: he didn’t want to do this anymore than she did; and she had been the one who had convinced him to participate in the first place, but she couldn’t help it. How could he be enjoying himself?
Winston moaned in pleasure, watching as his cock disappeared between Natla’s creamy ass cheeks. He grabbed hold of her garter-clad waist, pulling her deeper onto his cock. His eyes strayed towards Lara’s naked form, kneeling on the end of the bed, with her wrists shackled behind her back and a SLAVE collar around her neck. He briefly locked eyes with her, and then looked away guiltily.
“Stop!” Natla commanded.
Winston slowed and pulled out, unable to hide his disappointment. Natla got up and spun around, so that her ass was facing Lara.
“Winston, come over here and let Lara taste your cock.” Natla instructed.
Lara scowled as Winston crawled across the large bed and thrust his cock towards her face. Grimacing in disgust, Lara opened her lips and leaned forward, taking Winston’s cock in her mouth. Lara tasted the familiar musky scent of Natla’s ass on his cock. Lara blushed with shame, as she spent the next 30 seconds sucking Natla’s ass juices off Winston’s cock. She looked up at Winston and saw that his eyes were closed, a look of utter contentment on his face.
“Her slutty mouth feels amazing, doesn’t it Winston?” Natla commented.
“It sure does.” Winston answered unconsciously, causing Lara’s eyes to widen in shock.
To her dismay, she realised that Natla was slowly getting to him.
“Winston, I want you to thrust into my ass 10 times, and then thrust into Lara’s mouth 10 times. Keep alternating until you cum again.” Natla told him.
Natla laughed, as Winston grabbed hold of her waist and roughly pulled her into position.
Winston was in a state of total bliss. Natla’s tight pussy and ass had felt amazing, and Lara’s warm mouth felt even better. He revelled in the sensation of her wet lips gliding up and down his stiff cock, while her soft tongue tickled the underside of his shaft. He lost all concept of time, mesmerized into a soporific state of pure joy.
He heard Natla talking to him, as if from far away, telling him to alternate between fucking her ass and Lara’s mouth – 10 thrusts each until he came. Opening his eyes, he grabbed hold of Natla’s sexy hips and positioned her next to where Lara was kneeling. With a lack of hesitation that surprised him, he grabbed hold of Natla’s ass and roughly thrust inside, 10 times as ordered. Then, without missing a beat, he switched to Lara, gripping both sides of her head and thrusting equally roughly into her open mouth.
Lara gagged on his cock, saliva drooling down her lips and chin.
“She’s such a dirty whore, isn’t she Winston?” Natla prompted.
“She is a dirty whore!” Winston agreed, fucking Lara’s mouth 10 times, before switching back to Natla’s ass.
“You don’t feel guilty for fucking her anymore, do you?” Natla said.
“I don’t!” Winston answered, and realised that it was true.
He knew he had felt guilty before, but he couldn’t for the life of him understand why? After all, none of this was his fault: he hadn’t wanted to do this; it was Lara who had begged him, over his own honourable protests. He never made her parents have sex out of wedlock! It wasn’t his fault she was born a bastard! All of these thoughts ran through Winston’s mind, as he pulled out of Natla’s slick ass with a pop, and roughly shoved his cock back inside Lara’s waiting mouth.
Lara coughed and gagged, as Winston mercilessly crammed his 6 inch cock down her throat. She heard him groan, as her throat expanded around his swollen shaft. She couldn’t believe he was treating her like this. There had to be some explanation, but her mind was blank. Winston, her longest and most trusted friend, was fucking her face like a cheap whore. Lara looked up at Winston, and their eyes met, but she didn’t see any sympathy or kindness there; only lust and contempt. A tear rolled down her cheek, as she realised that Natla had destroyed another cherished part of her life. Even if she got out of this, her relationship with Winston would never be the same after today.
Winston pulled out of Lara’s mouth with a pop, leaving a glistening string of saliva drooling down her chin. Lara looked up at him pleadingly, praying that he’s snap out of whatever had caused his change in behaviour.
“Shoot your cum down her slutty throat, Winston!” Natla shouted. “She wants it bad!”
Winston looked down at Lara and sneered. What a slut! He thought, as he pushed his cock back between her soft lips. He crammed the entire length of cock roughly into her mouth, burying her nose in his pubic hair. After all, he thought, what respectable Lady would act in such a disgraceful manner. His breathing quickened as he fucked her face without mercy, his balls slapping lewdly against her chin with each thrust. Lara looked up at him, her eyes pleading for him to cum in her mouth. Well, he was more than happy to oblige her.
Lara gagged on Winston’s cock, as it repeatedly slammed against the back of her throat. With her hands shackled behind her back, and Winston holding her head in a vice-like grip, she was powerless to do anything other than take his abuse. He fucked her brutally, slamming his crotch against her mouth so roughly that he actually made her lip bleed. When he finally came, he pressed her mouth down on his cock, holding her there while he shot weak spurts of cum directly down her throat. When he finished, he wiped his cock clean in her long, silken hair.
“See you this time tomorrow. I know you’re looking forward to it.” Natla said.
Winston turned and smiled. “I am looking forward to it!” He agreed, before collecting his dressing gown and stumbling out of the bedroom.
Natla turned to Lara and smiled. “Well, that was easy.” Natla gloated triumphantly.
The following morning, Lara resumed her schedule, although now she would have to perform her exercises wearing the black leather SLAVE collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs, along with no panties. Heading downstairs wearing only the black sports bra, collar and cuffs, Lara went to the kitchen for breakfast. Winston was preparing breakfast, and Lara blushed as he stared at her nakedness, his gaze lingering over the WHORE tattoo located above her shaved pussy.
“Good morning, Lara.” Winston told her, as if nothing had happened the previous day.
“Good morning, Daddy.” Lara forced said gruffly, still annoyed by Winston’s behaviour the night before.
Winston looked at her in confusion. “Lara, have I done something wrong?” He asked innocently.
Lara’s jaw dropped in outrage. “Wrong! No, what could be wrong with you enjoying a threesome with me and my worst enemy!” Lara replied sarcastically.
“Lara, I don’t know what was in that Viagra Natla gave me, but I don’t remember anything past her kissing me. I swear it!” Winston said truthfully.
“The pill – Natla must have drugged you!” Lara said.
“I… hope I didn’t do anything too embarrassing.” Winston said, blushing.
“Don’t worry about it.” Lara told him. “We just have to stay strong until I can figure a way out of this mess.”
Lara ate her breakfast and exercised. Then she visited Natla to find out her duties for the day.
“Ready for your first day of training?” Natla asked cheerfully.
“I can’t wait, Ma’am.” Lara answered sarcastically.
Natla laughed. “That’s what I love about you, Lara: you have spirit. I could have drugged you like Winston, but breaking you will be much more enjoyable.” Natla said.
“I’ll never break, Ma’am. No matter what you do to me.” Lara said defiantly.
“Oh, Lara, you’re getting me excited! I do so love a challenge.” Natla teased her.
Natla collected several items from her suitcase and placed them into an expensive leather duffle, before leading Lara out of the room, towards the main hall.
“Wait for me downstairs.” Natla instructed, stopping at the balustrade overlooking the main hall.
Reaching into her duffle, she pulled out a length of thick black robe, which she tied off around one of the banisters, and then dropped the other end down to the ground below.
“Stand directly beneath the rope.” Natla told Lara, as she walked down the stairs towards her.
Lara started to get an uneasy feeling, as Natla approached her holding the 12 inch spreader bar. Natla leaned forward and shackled Lara’s leather wrist cuffs to either end of the stainless steel bar in front of her. Then she grabbed the end of the rope and tied it to the centre of the spreader bar, using an elaborate hitch knot.
“Wait right there!” Natla told her, walking back upstairs.
A moment later, Lara felt her hands being pulled up above her head, as Natla took up the slack in the rope, pulling it over the balustrade and then tying it off around one of the ornate pillars supporting the upper gallery’s arched roof. Natla came back downstairs and took out a longer 24 inch spreader bar from the duffle. Natla shackled her ankle cuffs to either end of the longer stainless steel bar, forcing Lara’s legs lewdly apart. The position left Lara teetering on her tippy toes, held up by the rope and bar holding her wrists above her head.
“Mmmmm, you look good enough to eat!” Natla said.
Reaching into the bag again, Natla pulled out a black facemask, which she tied in place over Lara’s eyes, blocking her sight.
Lara waited, and then cried out as a sharp pain hit her left ass cheek. A moment later, a second sharp pain impacted her right ass cheek, drawing another cry of pain.
Natla smiled, as she viciously smacked a black leather-tipped riding crop against Lara’s bare backside. Lara squirmed against her bonds, helpless to protect herself, as Natla whipped a second stinging blow against her shapely ass, leaving a bright red mark in its wake. Moving around to the front, Natla ran the wide, flat leather tip of the crop down over Lara’s flat stomach, across the WHORE tattoo, and downwards between her legs. Lara clenched her jaw fearfully, bracing herself for the next blow. Natla slapped the crop hard against Lara’s clit, causing her whole body to shake.
Lara screamed in pain, the sound music to Natla’s ears. Natla brought the leather crop down on Lara’s perfect breasts alternating between left and right, leaving more angry red marks on Lara’s flawless skin.
“Please…” Lara moaned.
Natla moved back behind her and gave Lara another 5 hard strokes on the backside, turning her heart-shaped ass bright red.
“Please what?” Natla asked, leaning over Lara’s shoulder and whispering into her ear.
“Please, Mistress, no more.” Lara begged.
Natla smiled, and cropped Lara’s sexy ass a further 5 times, eliciting more screams from the proud tomb raider.
“I told you to only call Sarah, Mistress. Are you so dumb that you’ve already forgotten?” Natla asked her.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am!” Lara cried, willing to say anything to make the pain stop. She had never felt so helpless.
Natla hit her red backside another 5 times: hard, stinging blows that stripped away the last vestiges of Lara’s proud defiance, and left her a sobbing, tear-streaked wreck.
Natla leaned in close and whispered softly into her ear. “Tell you what, Lara. I’m going to go and get the boys, and they’re going to fuck you. I want you to scream out the entire time: tell them what a dirty slut you are, how much you enjoy being fucked by them, and how you love being treated like a dirty whore. If you make your acting believable, I won’t whip you again. Deal?” Natla said.
Lara nodded her blindfolded head in defeat.
Lara was left alone for what seemed like an eternity. Then she felt a pair of hands gripping her hips and a stiff cock pressing against the entrance to her pussy.
“Oh God, yes! Stick your big cock into my dirty pussy!” Lara forced herself to shout with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
Lara felt the cock push past her lips and slide inside her. Lara groaned wantonly and started thrusting her hips back against the man fucking her.
“Fuck me harder! I need it so bad!” Lara moaned, as she felt man fucking her from behind increase his pace. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, and knew he was getting close to cuming.
“Keep going! Fill my slutty pussy with your sticky cum!” Lara begged, squeezing her pussy muscles tightly around the cock inside her.
That seemed to do the trick: the man fucking her groaned and she felt jets of cum spurting deep inside her cunt.
“Fuck, Lara; that was amazing!” The man said – Lara recognised the voice as belonging to Zip.
Zip pulled out and then next man took his place behind her.
“Tell me how much you want me to fuck your ass.” The man said – Lara recognised the voice as belonging to Alistair.
“Please stick it in my ass. I need it so bad!” Lara begged, wiggling her sexy butt invitingly.
Lara grunted as she felt her anus stretch open around Alistair’s cock, before swallowing it inside.
“I’m a dirty slut! Fuck me harder!” Lara moaned, again pushing back against the man fucking her, trying to get him off quicker.
“What a filthy… whore… you are!” Alistair grunted between thrusts.
“You’re right! I am a filthy whore!” Lara agreed, clenching her ass around his cock, attempting to milk him dry.
“Oh fuck…” Alistair moaned, as he shot his warm cum deep inside her bowels.
Winston looked on in rapt horror, as Lara shamelessly begged first Zip and then Alistair to fuck her. Even worse, she seemed to be enjoying it.
“See what a dirty slut your precious Lara is?” Natla whispered into his ear. “The whore tattoo really does suit her, doesn’t it?”
Winston wanted to deny it, but the evidence was right there in front of him. Lara uttered not a single word of protest; the only sounds escaping her lips were moans of pleasure and wanton pleas to be fucked harder. It was obscene, but he found himself unable to look away.
“Are you sure you don’t want to have a go?” Natla asked him.
Winston’s mouth felt dry. He desperately wanted to say yes, to sink his stiff cock into Lara’s tight wet pussy, but he shook his head.
“Suit yourself.” Natla told him. “It’s an open invitation, if you ever change your mind.”
Alistair pulled out of her and wiped his cock off on Lara’s thigh. Then her legs were suddenly pulled out from under her, leaving her hanging by her wrists in mid-air. Lara guessed that it must be Bogwyn, since only he possessed the necessary strength to do such a thing. Lara’s legs were lifted up above her head, and then she felt Bogwyn lower them over his broad shoulders, the steel spreader bar resting across his shoulders like a barbell.
Lara felt like an animal tied to a spit, her body hanging down loosely by her wrists and ankles. She groaned as she felt Bogwyn move in closer and rub his enormous cock against the entrance to her pussy.
“Stretch me open with your giant cock!” Lara moaned wantonly.
A moment later, she was rewarded by the sensation of Bogwyn’s thick shaft stretching her pussy lips open around it. As he thrust inside her, Lara found herself thankful for all of Sarah’s fistings, as her pussy easily expanded to accommodate his monstrous 9 inch long cock. Lara groaned as she felt his cock slide all the way inside her wet pussy, until it was pressing against her cervix.
“Fuck me, Bogwyn! Make me gape!” Lara cried.
Bogwyn pulled back and then slammed forward again. Lara screamed as her whole body shook from the impact.
Winston watched, open-mouthed, as Bogwyn slammed his obscenely large cock into Lara’s tiny pussy. Lara looked amazing, her splayed legs draped lewdly over Bogwyn’s massive shoulders. Each powerful thrust caused Lara’s juicy ass to ripple like pond, and made her pendulous breasts bounce hypnotically against her chest. Harder, harder, he heard Lara cry out over and over again, as Bogwyn brutally fucked her. For the first time in his long life, Winston found himself doubting whether Lara Croft deserved to be the Countess of Abingdon. After all, what noble Lady would behave in such a fashion?
Bogwyn fucked her brutally, slamming against her cervix again and again.
“Harder! Harder!” Lara repeated breathlessly as the burly Welshman brutalised her.
After a solid 5 minutes of rough fucking, Bogwyn finally came, filling Lara’s pussy with powerful jets of cum. He kept thrusting while he came, causing the excess cum to spill out around his cock and trickle down her ass. When he finally pulled out, he wiped his cock off on Lara’s flat stomach and then disentangled himself from her legs.
Natla shooed Winston away, so that Lara wouldn’t know that he had witnessed her lewd behaviour. Then she allowed Lara to rest, use the bathroom and have something to eat. That afternoon, the scene was repeated, this time with Lara bound over a coffee table, doggy style, with her wrists and ankles shackled to each table leg. Again, she was blindfolded and forced to enthusiastically beg each of the men to fuck her. Natla made sure that Winston was present to witness the obscene spectacle. Again, he declined to participate.
Later that day, Natla fed Winston another Viagra-scopolamine pill. Then he and Natla fucked Lara on her parents’ marital bed. Lara was made to lie on her back, with Winston kneeling between her thighs and Natla sitting on her face, facing him. Lara was forced to eat Natla’s pussy while Winston fucked her own, as both of them French kissed each other above her. For Lara, it felt surreal, like a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale: it was as if they were fucking each other through her body. All the while, she heard Natla telling Winston how much of a slut she was, how she deserved everything that was happening to her, and that he shouldn’t feel guilty for fucking her and treating her like a whore. The drugs had Winston agreeing with everything Natla said.
At the end of her first day at Croft Manor, Natla was very pleased with the way things were progressing. The potent combination of suggestive drugs and Lara’s forced pornographic displays had been extremely effective at weakening Winston’s resistance. His mind was being slowly reconditioned to stop thinking of Lara like a daughter and friend, and to start viewing her as a sexual object. It was now just a matter of time before Winston’s mental resistance finally crumbled, and his self-control with it. When that happened, he would willingly fuck Lara, without the need for drugs or subterfuge. Then the fun would really start!
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