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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.

Chapter List
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“Our rings have finally arrived!” Sarah shouted from the bedroom.
Lara stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed after her morning workout. Then she caught sight of her naked reflection in the mirror and frowned: even after a full week, she still wasn’t used to seeing the humiliating tattoo painted above her crotch. The black tattoo was 1.25 inches high and 4 inches wide, and spelt out the word “WHORE” in bold capital letters. It was actually an accurate description of what she had become, Lara thought bitterly: of what Natla had turned her into. She just prayed that this nightmare would be over soon, so that she could get it removed.
After drying herself off, Lara buckled the thick black SLAVE collar around her neck, and then did the same with the matching wrist and ankle cuffs. She walked into the bedroom, naked except for the leather SLAVE collar and cuffs, to find Sarah waiting for her, wearing a light yellow sundress. Sarah smiled at her happily, as she entered the room.
“Hey there, beautiful!” Sarah said, wrapping her arms around Lara’s neck and pressing herself against Lara’s naked body. She leaned forward and kissed Lara on the lips, before releasing her and turning around to a small Tiffany’s Jewellery bag sitting on the bed.
“You’ll need to pay off the credit card again, because these things weren’t cheap!” Sarah said.
Lara groaned inwardly. More of her inheritance squandered by Sarah’s reckless spending! In the last month alone, Lara estimated that Sarah had spent almost 300,000 pounds of her money on clothes, shoes and jewellery. It was particularly galling, because Lara had always been so careful and frugal with her own money, denying herself the extravagances that Sarah now enjoyed at her expense.
Sarah opened the bag and pulled out the first jewellery box. Inside was a stunning princess-cut diamond ring, set into an elegant white-gold band. The main stone was at least 2 carats in size, and was flanked on each side by 10 smaller diamonds, set into the top of the band. It was an exquisite piece: the kind of ring that Lara had always daydreamed about wearing one day, when she met the right man.
“Would you do the honours?” Sarah said, holding out her left hand.
Rolling her eyes, Lara reached into the box and then slid the ring onto Sarah’s finger. Sarah giggled like a happy schoolgirl as she admired the beautiful ring on her finger, tilting it around to catch the light.
“Your turn!” Sarah said.
Sarah reached into the Tiffany’s bag and pulled out a second box. The ring inside was identical to the one she was wearing, except sized for Lara’s slightly larger hand.
“I designed them myself.” Sarah said proudly. “Here, try yours on.”
Sarah grabbed Lara’s left hand and slid the expensive ring onto her finger. Lara looked down at the elegant engagement ring and felt a terrible weight pressing down on her chest. She didn’t know why, but the diamond ring reminded her of the SLAVE collar around her neck – another symbol that she was no longer in charge of her own life.
“Do you like it? I wanted it to be elegant and beautiful – just like you.” Sarah said.
“It’s wonderful.” Lara lied, forcing herself to smile and sound pleased.
Sarah gave her a long, almost sad look, and then kissed her on the cheek. “You’d better take it off for your training.” Sarah told her.
Lara bristled at the word training. When Natla had first arrived, she called their sessions her “treatment”, under the presentence that she was helping to treat Lara’s alleged nymphomania; but over time, Natla had started referring to their sessions as Lara’s training. Sarah seemed not to have picked up the subtle difference in meaning, but Lara had: Natla was training her to be a better slave and whore. Lara placed the ring back into the box and left the room.
The smile faded from Sarah’s face, as soon as Lara left the room. She felt incredibly sad, knowing that Lara didn’t really love her, and that the whole thing was just an act. Far from stupid, Sarah had realised after the first day of Jacqueline Natla’s “treatment” that something was amiss. She had detected a sinister undertone of Jacqueline’s conversation with Lara, and the mention of consequences for breaking their “agreement”. When she confronted Jacqueline about it the next morning, instead of denying it, the older woman had confirmed Sarah’s suspicions: Lara was being blackmailed.
Sarah’s first reaction had been one of anger: how dare Jacqueline treat the love of her life this way! Then Jacqueline had pointed out a painful truth that Sarah didn’t want to acknowledge: Lara wasn’t really a lesbian, and without the blackmail, she would never have become romantically involved with her. Now Sarah was faced with an impossible choice: betray the trust of the woman she loved, in order to be with her; or help to set her free, and then lose her forever. Sarah had been wrestling with that question for days, and was still no closer to a decision.
Lara made her way downstairs to the main hall. Natla didn’t bother having her come to the master bedroom anymore – not since Winston’s change. That had been three days ago. Lara had been tied spreadeagled across the main staircase, with her wrist and ankle cuffs secured to four of the banisters with black rope. Again, her eyes were covered by a blindfold, and she dutifully fucked Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn in turn; but then a fourth man had climbed on top of her and started fucking her. At first, Lara had been confused. Who was this fourth person, she wondered?
Then Natla had knelt by her head and removed her blindfold. Lara had been heartbroken to see that the man roughly fucking her was Winston. Lara couldn’t stop herself from sobbing, as Winston pounded into her pussy, while squeezing her ass and molesting her breasts. Lara had always thought of Winston as a gentle and loving man – a father figure and friend; but he fucked her brutally, showing absolutely no regard for her feelings or comfort. What was worse, the whole time he was fucking her, he was smiling. It was as if he was happy that he was finally having sex with her.
While he fucked her, Winston whispered into her ear that she could drop the act: he knew for a fact that she enjoyed being treated like a dirty whore. Then he called her all kinds of obscene and offensive names, and told her that she was a disgrace to the Croft family name. When he finally came, he pulled out and pressed his cock against her lips, telling Lara to lick his cock clean, like a good little whore.
Tears rolling down her cheeks, Lara had stuck out her tongue and obediently started licking the residual cum from his slimy, spent cock. Because her arms were restrained, she couldn’t use her hands, so Winston squatted over her face, moving his cock over Lara’s mouth and making her lick it clean. He even made her lick his sagging balls, while telling her what a good little cocksucker she was. When he was finally finished humiliating her, he got up and looked down at her as if she was piece of dog shit under his shoe. There was no kindness in his gaze at all – only contempt.
Today, Lara was naked in the main hall, wearing nothing but her black SLAVE collar and cuffs. Her wrists and ankles were shackled together on each side of her body, forcing her into a submissive, kneeling position. As on each of the previous days, she spent the first hour watching highlights from pornographic blowjob videos that Zip had edited together. All pretence of “treatment” had been dropped now: Natla told her bluntly that she needed to improve her oral skills, so she was expected to watch the videos and then practice what she had learned. Winston, Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn were already naked, and had excited looks on their faces, while Sarah and Natla were seated off to the side. Sarah looked strangely subdued today, though Lara didn’t know why.
Zip, her only remaining ally, stepped forward first. The only piece of good news that Lara had received over the last few days was that Zip had finally finished the Trojan horse virus. A USB memory stick loaded with the virus was hidden in a void space in her walk-in closet, but Lara wondered if she would ever get the chance to use it. Zip stepped forward and presented his cock to her.
“You have 2 minutes to make Zip cum. For every second over, you get one stroke of the riding crop.” Natla said.
“Begin!” Natla said, starting the stopwatch.
Lara leaned forward and opened her mouth, pressing her face down onto Zip’s cock until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. They had first played this “game” two days ago, although at that time Lara had been able to use her hands to stroke their cocks and massage their balls. Without the ability to add extra stimulation, she found that the most effective way to make them cum was by using her throat and tongue.
Lara pulled back until only the tip of Zip’s cock was in her mouth, and then pushed forward until the head slid past her tonsils and into her throat. Two days of painful chastisement at the end of Natla’s leather riding crop had helped Lara overcome her gag reflex, and she could now deep throat like a pro. Lara pulled back, using her tongue to lick delicate circles around the head of Zip’s cock, before driving forward with her mouth, taking his shaft down her throat.
“1 minute!” Natla said.
Lara increased her pace, moving her mouth up and down faster on Zip’s cock. Her throat made shameful gulping sounds each time his cock pushed inside it. Zip groaned and started to breathe more quickly.
“30 seconds!” Natla said.
Lara pushed all the way down on Zip’s cock, stretching her throat wide around his shaft, and then stuck out her tongue and started tickling his balls, which were hanging down against her chin. Zip moaned and came, shooting warm jets of cum directly down her throat. Lara gulped it down without hesitation, draining his balls and swallowing his seed.
Zip finished and Alistair stepped forward.
“Begin!” Natla said, re-starting the stopwatch.
Lara repeated the process, sliding her red lips open around Alistair’s cock and deep throating him in one smooth motion. Lara made sure to maintain eye contact with him. She had worked out early on that this made Alistair cum much quicker – she supposed it was a power thing. Alistair looked down at her as she slid her mouth up and down on his pole. He didn’t even make it to 1 minute, before he shot his warm cum down her throat.
Bogwyn was next. Lara always dreaded blowing Bogwyn: his giant 9 inch cock was uncomfortably thick, and the slight upward curve made it difficult to deep throat. Leaning forward, Lara wrapped her red lips around the thick head of his cock and started drawing wet circles over it with her tongue. Then she pushed her lips down onto his thick shaft, taking it deeper into her mouth. She kept going until she had taken over half of his cock between her lips, and the tip was pressing against the back of her throat. Bogwyn grunted, but his breathing remained steady. Lara slobbered over his cock until it was drenched in her saliva, and then pressed forward, feeling her throat bulge open obscenely around his thick shaft.
“1 minute!” Natla said.
Lara pulled back, took a deep breath and then pushed forward again.
Winston watched with amusement, as Lara’s delicate throat bulged obscenely around Bogwyn’s ridiculously large cock. He still found it hard to understand why he had felt sorry for her. The slutty tattoo above her pussy was the perfect description of what she really was: a whore. He looked over towards Natla and frowned. For some reason, now that he was fucking Lara voluntarily, she was no longer inviting him to her bedroom, or feeding him the Viagra pills. Although disappointed, he consoled himself with the knowledge that he now had Lara Croft as his personal fuck toy.
“30 seconds!” Natla said.
Winston smiled, as he watched Lara desperately trying to cram more of Bogwyn’s thick cock down her throat. She looked so sexy, naked and down on her knees where she belonged. Lara resumed sliding her mouth up and down Bogwyn’s cock, but was now tilting her head left and right, rotating her lips around his shaft. Her movements became more and more frantic, as the clock wound down.
“10 seconds!” Lara heard Natla say.
Lara frantically sucked on Bogwyn’s cock, sliding her wet lips over the thick shaft, massaging the tip with her tongue, and then cramming it down her throat. She rotated her mouth from side to side like a washing machine, licking and sucking with each movement.
“Time!” Natla said.
Lara cursed inwardly and redoubled her efforts, using her lips, her tongue, her throat, and even her teeth. Saliva was leaking from the corners of her mouth and drooling down her chin. Her face was flushed and her breathing became ragged. With one last monumental effort, Lara pulled back and then pushed her mouth down onto Bogwyn’s cock as hard as she could. Lara gagged as she felt her throat stretch obscenely around Bogwyns thick shaft. She pressed forward another inch, and then another, until she had finally crammed the entire thing down her throat. Lara held herself in place and started humming softly, using the soft vibrations of her vocal cords to add extra stimulation. Finally, Bogwyn came, shooting a thick jet of warm cum straight down her throat.
Lara gagged but held herself in place as Bogwyn emptied his balls down her throat. When he pulled out, a thick rope of cum and drool spilled out from Lara’s mouth, drooping down between her wet lips and the end of Bogwyn’s cock. Lara collapsed forward onto the floor, her flushed face and her mouth gasping for air.
“2 minutes and 22 seconds!” Natla announced, standing up.
Natla picked up a 24 inch leather riding crop and walked behind Lara. Lara shivered as she felt the thick leather tip slide downwards along the curve of her back, over her butt cheeks and down between her thighs.
Without warning, Natla brought the crop down on Lara’s left ass cheek. Lara yelped, but didn’t move. She had been through this routine the day before, and knew that if she protested, she would only be made to suffer worse. Lara grunted as Natla brought the crop down again, this time against her right butt cheek. As she was being whipped, Lara was dimly aware of the boys gathering around to watch her. The room became deadly silent, except for the sound of the leather riding crop slapping against her bare skin, and her own painful cries.
Despite promising herself that she wouldn’t give Natla the satisfaction of seeing her cry, Lara only made it to 18 strokes before there were tears running down her cheeks. Lara had always thought of herself as tough, but Natla had slowly stripped away her pride and shown her how arrogant her self-belief had been. By the time Natla had delivered the 22^nd stroke with the riding crop, Lara’s heart shaped ass was bright red, like a tomato. She hoped that they would give her a few minutes to recover, but Natla was not in a merciful mood.
“Next!” Natla said, and Lara looked up with despair at Winston standing above her, with a lascivious smile on his face.
“Ready to give Daddy his reward?” Winston asked her.
“Yes, Daddy.” Lara answered miserably.
“Begin!” Natla shouted, restarting the stopwatch.
Winston really got off on making Lara call him Daddy, which seemed to amuse Natla no end. For Lara, it was just one more insult heaped upon so many others. Lara opened her lips and slid her wet mouth down onto Winston’s hard cock.
“That’s it, slut.” Lara heard him moan, as she tickled the underside of his cock with her tongue, while running her soft lips down his shaft.
She pushed forward, sliding his cock deeper into her mouth, until the head pushed past the entrance to her throat. She held it there for a moment, before sliding back and then pushing forward again. Lara blushed at the slutty sound his balls made each time they slapped against her chin; and she cringed, inwardly, at the gulping noises she made each time she deep throated him. Lara bobbed her mouth up and down on Winston’s cock for almost a full minute, before he suddenly pulled out and started spurting uncontrollably over her face. Lara shut her eyes and grimaced in disgust, as Winston plastered her face with cum.
Winston groaned as Lara’s mouth slid up and down on his shaft. He smiled as he watched her throat expand around the tip of his cock, at the apex of each thrust. Her mouth felt amazing – even better than Natla’s ass. Lara’s oral training was definitely progressing nicely. At this rate, she’d have all the skills of a professional whore in no time. Winston’s breathing quickened and he felt himself about to cum. Yanking his cock out of Lara’s startled mouth, Winston shot three long spurts of cum that splashed against her cheeks and nose, and then ran down her chin. He thought that was it, but the look of revulsion that Lara gave as she flinched away caused more cum to erupt from the end of his cock and dribble down onto her lips. Winston gave Lara a satisfied smile; he really had come to love finishing on her face.
Lara was released from her bonds and allowed to shower and eat lunch. That afternoon her blowjob training resumed, although now she was allowed to use her hands. This time, she managed to make all the men cum in less than 2 minutes; even Bogwyn, whose swollen balls she massaged with both hands until she had milked them dry. Natla actually seemed pleased with her performance, and told her that she could go upstairs and wash-up.
Lara wasted no time stripping out of her degrading SLAVE collar and cuffs, before hoping into the shower. The hot water felt good on her skin, and helped her to momentarily forget the humiliating nightmare that her life had become. Lara finished showering and then dried herself off in front of the mirror. A month of daily exercises and no junk food had left her sexy body looking the best it had ever been. However, Lara’s perfect body was now spoiled by the egregious WHORE tattoo painted across her lower abdomen. She gritted her teeth in anger each time she thought about the vandalism that had been done to her flawless skin.
Reaching down, Lara slid the beautiful diamond engagement ring back onto her finger. The elegant white-gold ring gave her an uneasy feeling when she wore it: it felt like a physical symbol of her submission to Sarah. In its own way, the ring was as much of mark of slavery as the leather collar that Natla had given her. Lara blushed as she picked up the thick black SLAVE collar and placed it back around her neck. The leather felt cold against her skin, as she reached up behind her neck and buckled it into place. Last to go on were the four matching black leather cuffs, one for each wrist and ankle, which she buckled up in turn.
Lara walked out of the bathroom and found Sarah was waiting for her.
“Take off the collar and cuffs.” Sarah told her.
Lara hesitated in confusion, wondering if this was some kind of twisted trick or test, but then reached up and unbuckled the collar. Whatever Sarah’s motives, Lara would make the most of the small joy she got by being free from the symbols of her humiliating slavery. Once the collar and cuffs were off, Sarah handed her a skimpy red dress.
“Natla wants you to wear this.” Sarah told her.
Lara eagerly took the dress from her, just happy to be allowed to wear clothes again. I wonder if this means that my punishment is over? Lara wondered, daring to hope. This dress was a trashy and slutty affair, made from cheap polyester and a far cry from the expensive designer labels she was used to wearing. That said, wearing this sleazy clothing was still better than parading around naked in a SLAVE collar, so Lara put on the skimpy cocktail dress without complaint.
The dress was deep red in colour, and started just above her knees. It had a low draping neckline that plunged down between her large breasts and stopped just below her ribcage, putting her ample cleavage on full display. It was completely backless and was held up by two thin red straps that ran up over her naked shoulders and formed a loop behind her neck. Most scandalous of all were the dress’s high side slits, which ran all the way up to her hips and fully revealed the naked sides of her thighs. Lara had always stayed away from this style of dress, because the high slits and plunging neck meant that you couldn’t wear any underwear with it.
Next, Sarah handed Lara a pair of slutty red high heels. Far from the expensive, elegant shoes Lara was used to wearing, these were what Lara would have described as stripper heels. They were made of red-coloured synthetic leather, with open toes and a strap that ran up her ankles and wrapped around her leg. What made them look so tacky was that they were platform heels. Each heel had a ridiculous 1-inch-high platform under her toes, and a long, thin 6 inch heel at the back. When Lara put them on, she felt like she was walking on stilts. The heels raised her from her normal 5’10” height to a towering 6’4” off the ground. Furthermore, the heels made it nearly impossible for her walk with any kind poise or grace; instead, she teetered and wobbled on them, like a half-drunken slut stumbling out of a nightclub at 3:00am in the morning.
Sarah walked into the bathroom and returned with Lara’s expensive makeup kit.
“Hold still.” Sarah told her, as she applied foundation to Lara’s face and neck.
Next, Sarah added blush and eyeshadow to her cheeks and lids, before blending them flawlessly with highlighting powder and then applying multiple layers of sheer red lipstick to her lips. Lastly, Sarah combed Lara’s dark, silky hair straight, and then braided it into a long, graceful ponytail that draped down her naked back, ending just above her tiny waist. Sarah let Lara look at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. To Lara’s surprise, her hair and makeup looked really good: she would have felt comfortable attending a royal gala ball made-up like this – if it weren’t for the cheap, slutty outfit she was wearing.
“Natla’s waiting downstairs in the main hall. You’d better get going or you’ll be late.” Sarah told her.
“You’re not coming, Mistress?” Lara asked, a little confused.
“I wasn’t invited.” Sarah said, pausing and giving Lara a strange look.
“Lara… I…” Sarah started to say. Then she seemed to change her mind and said, “You’d better get going, or you’ll be late.”
Lara wobbled along the corridor, trying to get the hang of walking in her ridiculously high platform heels. When she reached the stairs, she was forced to hold onto the side rail with both hands and then carefully climb down one stair at a time. When she finally reached the bottom, she found Natla there waiting for her. Natla’s blonde hair and makeup both looked professionally done, and she was wearing an elegant, black strapless cocktail dress.
“Shall we get going, Lara?” Natla asked.
“Where are we going, Ma’am?” Lara answered.
Lara hadn’t left the grounds of Croft Manor since the first day of her slavery, over a month ago. Where could Natla possibly want to go? Lara wondered.
“I realise that I’ve been a little harsh in my treatment of you.” Natla told her. “You’ve been punished for breaking our agreement and telling Winston and Sarah about your blackmail, but since then you’ve been exceptionally well behaved.”
Lara unconsciously felt her chest swell with pride, and then she remembered who was praising her and ruthlessly crushed that emotion.
“So I’ve decided to reward you for your obedience. Tell me, are you still interested in getting that Honorary Doctorate from Oxford University?” Natla asked.
Lara remained silent, trying to work out if this were some kind of trick.
“I assure you, it’s not a trick.” Natla told her, as if reading her mind. “Oxford University is holding its annual Archaeology Department Dinner. All of the faculty will be there, along with their wives, and every member of the Board of Trustees. As I’m a member of the Board, I’m inviting you as my plus-one.”
Lara was ecstatic, until she realised the implications of what Natla had just said. Natla had dressed her up in a slutty, revealing dress, and now she was going to make Lara flaunt herself in front of the very people whose respect she had been trying to earn.
“Please, Ma’am, can’t I wear something else?” Lara asked hopefully.
“Certainly, Lara: would you rather change into your French maid’s outfit, or back into you SLAVE collar and cuffs?” Natla asked cruelly.
Lara’s heart sank. She realised that there would be no getting out of this. Her private humiliation was about to become public. Right then, she considered whether her inheritance and title were worth all this humiliation. Maybe she should just walk away – leave it all behind and start again, she thought. And do what? Another voice in her mind asked. You never even finished high school and you have no job history to speak of – without your money and your name, you’re nothing; you’d be lucky to get a job flipping burgers at McDonalds. There’s always modelling, she thought. Magazines and fashion brands were always flocking to photograph her. Except that she had the wrong body type to be a fashion model, which only left swimsuit modelling; and how long before the swimsuits became skimpier and skimpier, until she was eventually pressured into modelling topless, and then finally, fully naked?
“Lara, I know we’ve had our differences, but have I ever lied to you?” Natla asked her.
“Not that I can prove, Ma’am.” Lara answered defiantly.
Natla smiled with amusement. “I promise that if you do what I tell you, the board will announce your Honorary Doctorate by the end of tonight’s dinner. What do you say to that?” Natla asked.
Lara remained silent, thinking it over. She knew that she shouldn’t trust Natla, and yet, this was the goal that she had spent over a year working towards: an honorary doctorate; the first step towards being a respected university lecturer! Also, what reason did Natla have to lie to her? Natla was holding all the cards, and Lara was at her mercy. Lara still intended to break free from Natla’s blackmail, but perhaps something good could come from this sordid situation after all.
“What do you want me to do?” Lara answered after a long pause.
Natla smiled. “Winston’s waiting out the front with the car. I’ll explain when we get there.”
It was a 25 minute drive from Lara’s Abingdon estate to the Oxford University building where the dinner would be held. It was just after 8:00pm when they arrived. As their car pulled-up out the front, Natla opened her door and got out, gesturing for Lara to follow.
Lara felt like her stomach was full of butterflies. She tried to calm herself, telling herself that it was just another dinner, but she knew it was a lie: she was about to shamelessly display herself in front of a roomful of strangers. Almost shaking from nervousness, Lara stepped out of the car. It appeared as though almost all of the guests were already inside. Lara assumed that Natla had deliberately turned up late to make more of a spectacle of their entrance.
Those few that were still arriving stopped to stare at her. Lara tried and failed to stop herself from blushing. She felt almost naked in the skimpy dress. As they reached the front door, a middle aged man froze in place, his jaw almost hitting the ground. He only stopped staring at her when the woman beside him, presumably his wife, slapped the back of his head with her hand.
“Stop staring at that tramp and get inside!” she scolded him.
Lara blushed a deeper shade of red, for being called a tramp to her face. Lara and Natla walked past the main doors, into a front foyer that led to the main hall. They were immediately met by a waiter, who slyly ogled Lara’s exposed cleavage, as he led them into the crowded, noisy dining hall, towards their allocated seats.
The long hall they entered had a high arched roof and dark wood-panelled walls, adorned with paintings of former board members and distinguished alumni. There were two long tables that ran the length of the hall, each with 20 chairs per side, and a raised platform at one end of the room, with a podium for speeches, along with a portable projector and screen. The dark, oak tables were set for a formal dinner, and most of the guests had already taken their seats. Of the 80 or so people in the hall, Lara estimated that there were about 50 men and 30 women – hardly surprising, given the Archaeology was a male-dominated field, and many of the academic staff were unmarried.
The hall was filled with a loud hum of talking and laughing. Lara felt she might go unnoticed, but she had only walked a dozen steps when the first few people noticed her and stopped talking. Soon, they were tapping their neighbours on the arm and pointing; and then other people turned to see what they were pointing at. Within moments, all conversation in the dining hall ceased, and every pair of eyes was staring at Lara, strutting through the hall in her slutty high heels and her scandalously revealing dress.
The women in the hall started whispering amongst each other and giggling – Lara knew at her expense – while the men simply stared in open lust, or tapped their neighbour on the arm and laughed at some lewd comment. Each step that Lara took caused the side slits of her dress to move apart and expose her long legs to the onlookers; they could all tell just by looking that she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties underneath the revealing dress. Lara felt herself turning bright red, but forced herself to stare straight ahead, as she followed the waiter to her seat.
As soon as they sat down, Natla introduced her to some of the guests in their immediate vicinity. Lara tried to ignore the lascivious smiles of the men, and the passive-aggressive, judgemental looks she received from the women. She knew she was blushing with shame, but there was nothing she could do about it.
“And this is William Heathcote, one of the other board members.” Natla said.
“Pleased to meet you.” Lara answered demurely.
William was a short and thoroughly unimpressive man, and his tuxedo seemed too big for his thin frame. He introduced his wife, Pamela, who gave Lara an openly hostile look, merely nodding in greeting and then making a point of ignoring her and turning around to speak to another of the wives.
“William is a great advocate of yours, isn’t that right?” Natla said.
“Absolutely. I’m a great admirer of your work.” William said, staring at Lara’s breasts while he spoke. “I thought we could discuss your qualifications in the study, while the remaining guests are being seated.
“Lara would love to, William. Why don’t you go on ahead?” Natla said.
William excused himself, taking one last look at Lara’s exposed cleavage, before walking away towards the study.
“You need to seduce him.” Natla said bluntly.
“What???” Lara said loudly, causing everyone at the table to stare in her direction.
“I’ve already discussed it with him. All he wants is a blowjob, and he’ll support your application.”
Lara lowered her voice, so as not to be heard by the other people at the table. “Please, Ma’am. Don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything you want when we get home. Please don’t humiliate me in public like this.” Lara pleaded.
“It’s not in public, Lara. You’ll be in the study, just you and him.” Natla told her.
“Please, Ma’am, I’m begging you.” Lara pleaded desperately.
Natla pointed to a man standing at the end of the hall, next to the projector.
“Do you see that man?” Natla asked.
Lara nodded.
“He works for me. If I give him a signal, he’s going to turn on that projector and start playing a video of you getting gangbanged by Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn.” Natla said.
Lara turned pale. She felt light-headed and dizzy.
“It’s decision time now, Lara. Do you want some private humiliation that will lead to that doctorate you’ve always wanted; or would you rather public humiliation, followed swiftly by a national scandal?” Natla asked.
Lara knew she had been outmanoeuvred. “I’ll… do what you want, Ma’am.” Lara whispered softly.
Natla smiled. “There are only 8 members on the Board of Trustees: 6 men and 2 women, including me. You’ll need each and every one to support your application, because the vote has to be unanimous. So make sure you do a good job!” Natla said, dismissing her and then turning to speak to some of the other guests.
Lara excused herself from the table and walked towards the end of the hall, into the foyer that led to the study. She tried to walk as gracefully as possible, but the high heels made her feel clumsy and awkward, and the increased height drew even more attention to her. Lara felt every eye in the room following her movements, as she walked outside the hall. Once in the foyer, Lara walked to the door labelled “Study” and knocked twice.
“Come in.” A voice answered from inside.
There room was lavishly appointed, with 2 leather couches and 8 high-backed leather armchairs, facing towards a dormant fireplace. William was seated on one of the couches, and Lara made herself sit down next to him.
“Lady Croft, it’s so good of you to join me.” William said, turning to face her and smiling lasciviously.”
“I’m so grateful for you agreeing to see me privately, Mr Heathcote.” Lara said politely, trying to gather up the courage to do what came next.
“Please, call me William.” He said, leaning forward and placing a hand on her knee.
Lara gritted her teeth, but forced herself to smile.
“I… I wanted to discuss what I can offer to the University.” Lara said.
“I’m sure you have much to offer.” William said, sliding his hand up under dress.
“I’ve made many important archaeological discoveries.” Lara said, and then gasped, as his hand slid down between her thighs and brushed against her naked pussy. “And I’m a full Countess, with a high media profile.” Lara added, breathing in sharply William’s fingers slowly rubbed against her pussy.
“No panties, Lady Croft. How very naughty of you.” William said, smiling as her gently teased her smooth lips.
“I… thought that maybe we could be friends.” Lara said, becoming flushed.
“I would like that, very much.” William said.
Lara blushed redder, as she stood up and pulled apart the low, draped neck of her dress, exposing her large, perfectly shaped breasts.
“And friends do each other favours.” Lara said, dropping down to her knees in front of him.
“They certainly do.” William said expectantly.
Lara reached forward and undid his belt. “I’d be very grateful, if you’d support my application for an Honorary Doctorate.” Lara said, unzipping his fly.
“Why don’t you show me just how grateful you are?” William said excitedly, reaching down and exposing his stiff cock.
Lara blushed with shame and nodded, and then lowered her face down towards his cock. Lara parted her red lips and swallowed his cock inside her mouth. William groaned with pleasure, as she skilfully licked and teased the head of his cock with her tongue, making sure to maintain eye contact. Then she pressed her mouth forward, sliding the full length of his shaft between her lips.
“Oh, you dirty girl! That’s not the first time you’ve done that!” William groaned, as his cock slid deeper into Lara’s mouth.
Lara’s blushed with embarrassment at his degrading comment, but pushed forward until his cock pushed inside her throat. Lara cringed at the humiliating gulping sound her throat made as it expanded around William’s cock. Closing her eyes, she bent forward and started bobbing her head up and down on his cock, deep throating it with each stroke. William was moaning louder now, and had grabbed hold of her long ponytail, using it as a handle to control her pace.
“Oh, yes! Just like that!” William said, looking down at her flushed face.
Lara kept gagging on his cock, continuing her steady rhythm, while reaching up and cupping his balls. A minute later, William gave a long groan and shot several short spurts of cum against the back of her throat. Lara gagged, but forced herself to swallow the thick, warm cum. She continued to slide her lips up and down over his shaft until it finally started to soften and shrink. Pulling her mouth away, Lara leaned down and licked his cock clean with her tongue, before putting it back in his pants.
“You can definitely count upon my support, Lady Croft.” William said with a satisfied smile, as he zipped up his pants and exited the room.
He didn’t even wait for Lara to clothe herself, and she had to scramble to pull her dress closed over her exposed breasts, as he swung the door open. Looking in a wall mirror to make sure there was no cum visible on her red lips, Lara straightened out her dress before leaving the study and walking back to dinner hall. Back inside the hall, the first entrees were starting to be served. Lara felt the guests staring at her, and she prayed that none of them guessed what she had just done in the study.
“How did you go?” Natla asked, smiling.
“I… convinced him to support my application.” Lara answered, looking extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable.
“Excellent. So that’s 2 votes in favour, including mine.” Natla said. “That just leaves 6 more go.”
Lara’s turned pale. “You don’t expect me to…” Lara started to say.
“Whore yourself out to each of them, in return for their votes. I certainly do.” Natla said.
Lara felt sick. What if word got out? Her reputation would be ruined! She’d never be able to show her face in polite society again.
Natal pointed towards an elderly, overweight man seated four places away. “That is Pierce Addison, another board member. Why don’t you see if you can speak to him privately, in the study?” Natla suggested.
Lara blushed with shame, but got up and walked towards the balding, overweight man.
“Mr Addison? I’m Lady Lara Croft.” Lara said, by way of introduction.
“Lady Croft, I’ve heard a lot about you. I was a great admirer of your late father; such a tragedy about his death.” Pierce said.
“Thank you for your kind words. I was wondering if I could speak with you privately, in the study.” Lara said.
“Can it wait, Lady Croft? They’re just starting to serve the first course.
“Please, Mr Addison, I promise I only need a few minutes of your time.” Lara said.
Pierce Addison frowned, but rose from the table and followed Lara into the study.
“And just what is so urgent that we have to discuss it now?” Pierce asked.
“I was hoping to convince you of my suitability for an Honorary Doctorate.” Lara said.
“Lady Croft, this is hardly the appropriate time to discuss such matters.” Pierce said, turning to leave.
“Wait!” Lara said insistently. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
He paused “I… suppose, yes; but I don’t see what this has…” Pierce started to say.
Lara pulled the front of her dress open and exposed her large breasts. Pierce stopped in his tracks, gazing in awe at Lara’s perfectly formed breasts.
“Don’t my breasts look sexy?” Lara asked, cringing internally as she fondled and squeezed her own breasts invitingly.
Pierce’s face became flushed and he licked his lips in excitement.
Lara turned a brighter shade of red, as she stepped forward and reached down towards his crotch, rubbing Pierce’s cock through his pants. Pierce groaned and started sweating. Lara dropped to her knees and unbuckled his pants. Pierce made no move to stop her, and then groaned louder as Lara’s fingers encircled his cock.
“If I had a doctorate, I could work at the university, and then we could see each other all the time.” Lara said, slowly masturbating his cock with her hands.
Pierce groaned loudly, as Lara opened her mouth and swallowed his cock inside. Lara deep throated him on the first attempt, pushing his stiff cock down her throat, while she licked the underside of his shaft with her tongue. Lara bobbed her head up and down on his cock, pushing it in and out of her throat like a pro. Pierce barely lasted 30 seconds before spurting his thick cum directly down her throat. Lara dutifully swallowed it and then licked his cock clean, before placing it back in his pants.
“I trust I can count upon your vote?” Lara asked, as she put her breasts away and adjusted her dress.
“You… certainly… can.” Pierce answered breathlessly.
Lara turned and walked quickly back into the study, trying to allay suspicions by walking back inside the dinner hall separately from the man she had just fucked. No-one in the hall seemed any the wiser to her obscene activities, though they still stared in her direction. Lara returned to her seat, and Natla pointed to another board member – an old, silver-haired man.
“That’s Alexander Bracken. Go and introduce yourself.” Natla instructed her.
Alexander was in a heated conversation with several other men, and Lara waited for a natural pause in the conversation.
“Mr Bracken, I’m Lady Lara Croft.” Lara introduced herself.
“Ah yes, the adventuress.” He said condescendingly. “Not playing explorer tonight, I see.”
Lara forced herself to smile prettily. “I’ve given up that lifestyle, Mr Bracken. I was hoping I could speak with you for a moment.” Lara said.
“Well, whatever it is, Lady Croft, you can tell me here – and be quick about it. I haven’t got all night!” Alexander said impatiently.
“It’s a matter of some delicacy: I was hoping I could discuss it in private?” Lara asked.
He looked as though he might refuse, but finally he nodded and followed her out of the hall and into the study.
“Well? What did you want to discuss?” Alexander said.
“As you know, I’m applying for an Honorary Doctorate…” Lara began.
“Lady Croft, I know you’re a Countess and so deserving of some respect; but as a woman, you need to understand that archaeology is the dominion of men.” Alexander said.
Lara flushed with anger, but forced herself to smile sweetly and remain calm.
“I… thought I might convince you of my other qualifications.” Lara said, reaching forward and rubbing her hand over Alexander’s chest.
“And what… ah… qualifications would those be?” Alexander asked, clearly aroused by her touch.
Lara turned red from the humiliating words she was about to say. “I thought I could suck your cock, in return for your vote?” Lara said seductively, sliding her hand down to Alexander’s crotch.
“Jacqueline told me you were a lusty wench.” Alexander said, smiling as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers and underpants down around his ankles.
Lara forced a smile and fell to her knees, resting her hands on Alexander’s thighs, as she leaned forward and took his cock into her wet mouth. Alexander moaned as she licked her tongue in gentle circles around the tip, before deep throating his shaft. With practiced skill, Lara bobbed her head up and down on his cock.
“That’s right, you dirty slut! Just like that!” Alexander said, grabbing the sides of Lara’s head and fucking her mouth like a cunt.
He made Lara gag repeatedly on his cock, while his balls slapped lewdly against her chin. Lara forced herself to groan wantonly, as she massaged the shaft of his cock with her lips and tongue. Lara was actually impressed when Alexander managed to last a full 3 minutes, before filling Lara’s mouth with his cum. Lara swallowed the thick, salty liquid down her throat, gulping it into her stomach. Once again, she licked the cock clean before putting it away.
“Consider yourself one vote closer to your goal.” Alexander said, patronizingly patting her on the head.
Lara straightened her dress and walked back to her seat. Lara had missed another course of food, and waiters were clearing away the plates, while others brought out the next course. Natla smiled as she sat down and pointed to a fat, balding middle-aged man seated on the opposite side of the table. “Henry Ashton. I understand he has a secret fetish for women with tattoos.” Natla told her.
Lara blushed at the reminder of her slutty tattoo, and walked around the table to where Henry was sitting.
“Mr Ashton, I’m Lady Lara Croft.” She told him.
“Ah yes, Jacqueline’s friend.” Henry said absently, looking over towards the waiters carrying the next course of food.
“I was wondering if I could talk to you privately for a moment?” Lara asked.
“Lady Croft, can this wait. They’re about to bring out the main course.” Henry complained.
“I… wanted to ask your opinion about a tattoo: I’m worried it might breach the Oxford University morality clause, and I might need to get it removed.” Lara said.
Henry’s eyes lit up with interest. “Certainly, Lady Croft. Why don’t you show me?” He said eagerly.
“It’s in a very… private place. Could we go somewhere more discreet?” Lara asked, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.
Henry nodded and got up from his seat. A short time later, he followed Lara into the study, closing the door behind him.
“Well, Lady Croft, what is this tattoo that you’re so concerned about?” Henry asked eagerly.
“Perhaps you should sit down?” Lara said.
Henry grunted and sat down on one of the couches. Lara’s hands were trembling as she reached down and humiliatingly hitched her dress up above her waist. Lara blushed with shame as she brazenly showed Henry her smooth, shaved pussy and the black WHORE tattoo painted above it.
“Oh my…” Henry said excitedly.
Lara shivered as he reached forward and rubbed his hand over her lower abdomen, tracing the outline of her slutty tattoo with his pudgy fingers.
“I was hoping you could appreciate the artistic merit of the tattoo, and support my application for an Honorary Doctorate.” Lara said, turning so red she thought she would die of embarrassment.
“What a naughty girl you are.” Henry said, licking his lips and sliding his hand down over Lara’s shaved pussy.
Lara forced herself to smile, while he pressed a finger inside her pussy. She blushed with the realisation that this humiliating display had made her wet.
“I… suppose I could be persuaded to support your application.” Henry said, growing flushed with excitement.
Lara went to kneel down, but Henry stopped her.
“No, I want that juicy pussy of yours.” He said.
Lara nodded, hating having to whore herself out like this. She moved forward and straddled Henry’s lap. He wasted no time in unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants and underwear down around his ankles.
“So, do I have your vote?” Lara teased, rubbing her wet pussy lips teasingly against his hard cock.
Henry nodded, and Lara reached down and guided his cock inside her wet pussy. Henry moaned in pleasure, as Lara lowered herself down onto his cock, not stopping until she had taken all of it inside her. She reached down and freed her large breasts from the dress, thrusting them in Henry’s face as she impaled herself on his shaft. Henry grabbed hold of Lara’s tiny waist and pulled her forward onto him, so that he could bury his face in her ample cleavage.
Lara grimaced in disgust, as he shook his face back and forth between her large breasts, while making a lewd motorboat sounds with his mouth. Lara tried to ignore his boorish behaviour and continued riding up and down on his cock. Next, he grabbed hold of her breasts and started roughly molesting them.
“Do you like that?” Henry asked her.
“Oh, your hands feel so good on my tits!” Lara lied.
Suddenly, Lara heard the door open behind her and instinctively turned around: it was one of the waiters!
“I’m so sorry… I didn’t know the room was in use.” The embarrassed, wide-eyed waiter said, before closing the door again.
Lara felt totally humiliated. She had just been caught straddling a half-naked man, with her dress hitched up around her waist, and her bare breasts thrust into his face; even worse, she knew from the angle of the couch to the door that the waiter would have had an unobstructed view of Henry’s cock buried inside her pussy. Lara flushed with embarrassment and went to get up, but Henry pulled her back down onto his cock.
“Don’t worry about him! Finish what you started!” He ordered.
Lara pushed thoughts of the waiter from her mind and began grinding her hips up and down on Henry’s crotch. Leaning forward, she mashed her breasts obscenely into his face and made degrading moaning sounds with her mouth, trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. Henry reached up and grabbed hold of her head, pulling her face down towards him. Fighting down her revulsion, Lara parted her lips and allowed his disgusting tongue to thrust inside her mouth. She sucked on it and massaged it with her own, moaning wantonly around his tongue until he finally came.
Lara felt him shoot several spurts of gooey cum deep inside her pussy. She continued to French kiss the fat old man until he finally stopped cuming and pushed her off him. Lara got back to her feet and lowered her dress back down over her crotch and ass. As she walked back into the dining hall, she became aware of all of the waiting staff staring at her and whispering to each other. Several of them were laughing, and she felt totally humiliated with the knowledge that they were talking about her. She sat down beside Natla, having missed another course of food.
Before Natla had a chance to point out the next board members, two of them walked over and introduced themselves.
“Jacqueline, always a pleasure to see you.” Said a handsome, dark haired man aged in his early 40’s.
“Jacqueline.” Nodded a second man, also dark haired and about the same age, but slightly taller.
“And this beautiful creature must be Countess Croft.” The first man said.
Lara blushed as he reached forward and took hold of her hand, kissing her fingers.
“Lara Croft, may I introduce Charles White and Geoffrey Hawthorn, our two newest Board Members.” Natla said.
The man introduced as Charles leaned down between Lara and Natla’s chairs and lowered his voice so that no one else could overhear. “I’ve heard a wicked rumour that our beautiful Countess here is trading her sexual favours in return for Board votes.” Charles said, staring brazenly at Lara.
Lara felt her cheeks redden under his gaze, feeling completely humiliated by his brazen accusation.
“Is that something you’d be interested in?” Natla asked with a smile.
“We certainly would.” Charles said.
Lara blushed with humiliation, as they discussed her as if she weren’t there.
“Which of you fine gentlemen would like to go first?” Natla asked.
“Actually Jacqueline,” Geoffrey said, “we’ve always wanted to try a devil’s triangle. Do you think your lusty Countess is up to that?”
“Certainly. You boys go and enjoy yourselves.” Natla said.
Her cheeks burning with shame, Lara got up from her table and then made the long walk back towards the study. The waiting staff were all watching her and smiling. They knew exactly what she was up to. Lara led the two men inside the study and then closed the door behind them, making sure to lock it this time.
“Mr White, Mr Hawthorn.” Lara nodded, trying to project with a confidence that she didn’t feel.
“We understand you have a certain tattoo on your body. Take off your dress and show us.” Geoffrey commanded.
Lara shivered, knowing that the board members were talking about her indecent behaviour behind her back, and wondering about who else they might have told. Frowning unhappily, Lara slid the dress up her body and lifted it over her head.
Both men whistled appreciatively at her perfect, naked body. Then they caught sight of the humiliating tattoo above her pussy and both started laughing. Lara felt mortified by their examination.
“Oh, Charles… this is just too funny!” Geoffrey said, laughing.
“Not that I don’t love the advertising, but what possessed you to get that tattoo?” Charles asked.
“My fiancée made me.” Lara said lamely.
“A lucky man.” Charles said, noticing the engagement ring on her finger for the first time.
“Actually, it’s a she.” Lara corrected him, and then instantly regretted it.
“Really? You must make sure to invite her to our next function.” Charles said excitedly.
The two men started to strip out of their clothes, folding them neatly over nearby chairs. Charles lay down on the carpeted floor. His 6 inch cock was fully erect and standing upright.
“Ready to mount your stallion, Milady.” Charles said.
Lara rolled her eyes and stepped over his body, so that her legs were straddling him. Then she squatted down until the tip of his cock was brushing against the entrance to her pussy. Lowering herself, she felt her pussy lips stretch open around his cock. She moved lower, sliding inch after inch of Charles’s cock into her pussy, until he was balls deep inside her. He reached up and grabbed two handfuls of Lara’s pendulous breasts, squeezing them roughly.
Lara heard a spitting sound, and turned to see Geoffrey spitting saliva onto his cock. He spat more onto his fingers, which her rubbed onto Lara’s tight asshole. Lara groaned, as she felt Geoffrey’s cock press against her sphincter, which easily stretched open around it. Geoffrey moaned in surprise, as Lara’s asshole swallowed his cock to the hilt.
“Holy shit, her ass is incredible!” Geoffrey said, holding onto her hips, as he slowly thrust in and out of her ass.
“Her pussy is pretty incredible too!” Charles replied, slowly moving his hips up and down beneath Lara’s body.
Lara moaned as she was double penetrated by the two Board members. The two men fucked Lara’s sexy body between them, establishing a steady rhythm. Each time Geoffrey pushed forward into Lara’s ass, she was forced deeper onto Charles’s cock inside her pussy; when Charles pushed upwards with his cock into Lara’s pussy, it forced her backwards onto Geoffrey’s cock in her ass. Despite herself, the sensation of the cocks rubbing together through the thin flesh separating her pussy and ass was causing Lara to build towards an orgasm.
“Are you getting excited, Countess Whore?” Charles asked from beneath her.
Lara moaned but didn’t answer.
“Answer him, whore!” Geoffrey shouted, slapping her ass with his hand.
“I’m… going to cum.” Lara gasped breathlessly.
A moment later, she shook and came around Charles’s stiff cock. As her trembling orgasm took her, Lara felt Charles groan and shoot his load inside her well used pussy, coating her sensitive walls with his sticky cum. Geoffrey came a minute later, shooting his own cum deep inside Lara’s bowels. When they had both finished using her, they pulled out and stood up.
“Clean us off, whore!” Geoffrey commanded.
Feeling completely ashamed and degraded, Lara climbed to her knees and used her wet tongue to lick clean each of their cocks in turn. She blushed as she tasted her own pussy and ass juices on their cocks, as she dutifully licked them clean.
“Which tastes better?” Charles asked, as Lara finished licking Geoffrey’s cock and started on his, “Your pussy or your ass.”
“My pussy.” Lara said, blushing as she finished licking clean the second cock.
The two men started to get dressed, and Lara took the opportunity to shimmy back into her dress, sliding it back down over her hips. The two men walked back into the dinner hall, while Lara walked across to the ladies room and entered one of the stalls. Lara used toilet paper to wipe her pussy and ass clean, making sure that no excess cum could drip down her thighs or stain her dress. While she was in the cubical, she heard the door to the toilet open.
“Did you see that slutty girl in the red dress?” the first woman said.
“Yeah – what a total whore! She’s not even wearing any underwear!” the second woman answered.
“Must save time. One of the waiters told me that he walked in on her having sex with some guy in the study!” the first woman said.
“Wow. What a tramp!” the second woman said.
Lara blushed as she overheard them talking about her. She felt so cheap and humiliated, and she knew that if she eventually did start teaching at Oxford University, rumours of her lewd sexual behaviour would be all over campus. She just prayed that scandalous gossip didn’t make it into the media.
Lara waited until they were gone and then washed her hands and walked back to her seat. The waiters were serving desert, but there was another woman sitting in her chair.
Natla looked up at her and said, “Lara, this Cindy Chalmers, the only other female member of our board.”
“Miss Chalmers.” Lara said, aware that many of the other dinner guests were staring at her again.
“Lady Croft, I have heard so much about you – both from Jacqueline and my other colleagues.” Cindy said with a wink.
Lara blushed at Cindy’s words. Cindy continued. “I’m prepared to give you my vote… if you let me pick out another tattoo for you.” Cindy said.
Lara’s eyes widened in horror. Not another tattoo! She thought of refusing, but then remembered Natla’s threat regarding the man standing near the projector.
“Why a tattoo?” Lara asked, hoping that Cindy could be reasoned with.
“I get off on humiliating rich, upper-class women like you, and the idea of making you walk around with a trashy, embarrassing tramp stamp under all your finery is just too good an opportunity to waste.” Cindy said.
Knowing that she didn’t have any choice in the matter, Lara lowered her eyes and asked, “What kind of tattoo were you thinking of?”
“I thought that your Croft Family Crest would do nicely, but with some slight alterations.” Cindy said with an evil smile. “Jacqueline will make all the arrangements, and then send me a photo as proof. Do you agree to my terms?” Cindy asked.
Lara nodded her head in submission.
Natla smiled and then nodded towards William Heathcote, who was standing at the podium at the front of the hall.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, can I have your attention please? I’d like to announce this year’s recipient of Oxford University’s Honorary Doctorate in Archaeology, Lady Lara Croft.” William said, clapping.
The rest of the guests in the room clapped politely, though none of them seemed particularly pleased by the announcement.
“On behalf of the Board of Trustees, I’d like to welcome Lara Croft to the Oxford family. We’re looking forward to working very closely with her in the future.” He said.
Lara had to sit through another hour of speeches before Natla finally decided it was time for them to leave. Winston drove them home in the Rolls Royce, and they arrived home just before midnight. Lara went straight upstairs and stripped out of her slutty dress, before jumping into the shower.
Natla walked upstairs her master bedroom to find Sarah sitting on the bed, waiting for her.
“Have you made a decision?” Natla asked.
Sarah hesitated before answering. “I want… I want to make Lara love me.” Sarah said.
“And how far are you prepared to go, to make her love you? What would you be willing to do?” Natla asked.
“Whatever it takes.” Sarah answered.
Natla smiled. “Come back to my room tomorrow morning, while Lara’s exercising, and we’ll discuss it further.” Natla said.
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