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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 50012 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, Lara Croft or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story.

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Twelve weeks have passed since Lady Lara Croft signed over her noble title to her former friend Sarah Green, the billionaire heiress and new Countess of Abingdon, and agreed to become her maid and sex slave for one year. Almost immediately, Lara suffered the humiliation of having to clean her own Manor House, while being bossed around by her former employees, all of whom now outranked her. Not content with that, Sarah decided to share Lara’s sexual services with her former employees, turning her into little more than a disposable sex toy for their amusement. But the Tomb Raider’s downfall has only just begun, and she still has a long way left to fall before she hits rock bottom.
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Lara couldn’t tear her eyes away from the extraordinary sight of her flat stomach bulging outwards obscenely around the hand lodged inside her rectum. Lara was lying on her back on the large king-sized bed, while Sarah tirelessly fisted her asshole and licked her pussy. She started every morning in this fashion now. At exactly 7.50am every morning, the vibrating egg inside Lara’s pussy would awaken her, giving her enough time to use the bathroom and then wakeup Sarah at 8.00am. For the first two months, Sarah instructed Lara to leave the egg inside her. Lara would then go down on Sarah and bring her to orgasm, before being rewarded with an orgasm of her own, in the form of the vibrating egg being turned onto its maximum setting.
But for the last month, Sarah had decided to dispense with the egg, using it only as an indecent alarm clock, which Lara removed as soon as she woke up. Instead, Sarah decided to reward Lara in a more intimate manner – by licking her pussy whilst simultaneously fisting her asshole. Lara spent almost 16 hours a day wearing a large black 2.5-inch diameter butt plug, which she was only allowed to remove when she slept, washed or used the toilet. The butt plug had loosened her anal sphincter considerably, and Sarah’s daily fisting sessions had only made it looser still.
Now, whenever Lara removed the butt plug, her asshole would gape open three-quarters-of-an-inch wide of its own accord, unless she made a conscious effort to clench it shut. Lara worried about the long-term effects of having her asshole constantly stretched out, and made a concerted effort to strengthen her anal muscles by performing daily Kegel exercises for her butt. The result left Lara’s formerly virgin asshole amazingly stretchy and elastic, and yet also gloriously tight. It was as if her asshole were made of a magical rubber substance that moulded itself perfectly to accommodate whatever cock or object was penetrating it.
Lara moaned lewdly, as Sarah’s talented tongue flicked rapidly across her clit, while she stared in disbelief at Sarah’s slender arm, which was buried almost elbow deep inside her asshole. It felt impossibly deep inside her, and Lara felt sure that the blonde’s hand must be rearranging her internal organs to get that deep. Of course, that wasn’t actually the case, as evidenced by the fact that Lara’s flat stomach was distending outwards around Sarah’s hand to make room. Even so, Lara could feel Sarah’s arm penetrating the entire length of her colon, and her fingers were probing against the entrance to Lara’s intestines.
Lara’s daily schedule had changed again, now that Sarah decided that she wanted to fist Lara’s asshole every morning. While Sarah enjoyed Lara’s humiliation at coming to her covered in her former employee’s cum, she found the prospect of sloppy seconds – fisting Lara’s well-used asshole – a little distasteful. Winston pointed out that it was also a little inconvenient having Lara’s workday interrupted by a meal break in the middle. It would be far more efficient use of her time, he said, if she completed all of her sexual duties before lunch and then continued with her maid duties afterwards. Lara didn’t know whether to feel annoyed that he was speaking about her humiliating situation so casually, or proud that in spite of everything, he still cared about the smooth operation of Croft Manor.
In the end, a new schedule was arranged, whereby Lara would have a longer lovemaking session with Sarah in the morning, followed by breakfast and exercise; and then sex with each member of the Household, followed by lunch. After lunch, Lara would perform her maid duties until dinner, followed by more sex with Sarah – although in the evenings Sarah preferred to fuck her from behind with various strap-on dildos. Her new favourite was a double 8-inch-long strap-on, which allowed her to fuck both of Lara’s holes at the same time. Lara would never admit it out aloud, but that new dildo was her favourite as well. The act of having her pussy and asshole penetrated at the same time made her orgasms even more intense.
She was also grateful that her poor asshole was given a break from more fistings, as she feared that being fisted twice a day might have broken her. As for the Household staff, Sarah seemed to have given them specific instructions about what they could and couldn’t do with Lara, although she sometimes made exceptions. Lara’s pussy was, for the most part, off limits; and to her relief, Tori hadn’t been allowed to fist her again. Aside from that, though, anything else was permitted. As she had guessed, ass-to-mouth became a regular part of her sexual diet. The boys all enjoyed regularly “changing ends” as they called it – speaking about her as if they were playing cricket – while Shaun and Winston added an additional element of spit-roasting into the mix – preferring to fuck both ends of her body at the same time.
Lara’s wandering mind was brought back to the present by Sarah’s talented tongue teasing her clitoris, and Sarah’s forearm stretching open her asshole like a rubber-band. As her orgasm approached, Lara’s eyes strayed up towards the master bedroom’s most recent addition. Hanging above the bed was another spectacular portrait painting, by the same talented artist that had completed the earlier work that Sarah had gifted to Winston – to celebrate his 30 years of faithful service to the Abingdon Estate. That painting was mockingly titled, “The Countess And Her Loyal Butler”, and showed Lara sitting naked with her legs spread, masturbating with a large green cucumber while her butler masturbated over her face.
The artist had completed the painting using photographs taken by Shaun, Sarah’s personal chef. That painting had been breathtakingly beautiful, in both its realism and attention to detail. The 4-foot-tall and 5-foot-wide painting that now decorated the wall above her bed was even larger and more spectacular. This one was titled, “The Countess Entertains Her Guests”, which was written on the plaque at the base of the ornate gilded frame. Lara recognised the painting as being based off another degrading set of photos taken by Shaun, although the artist had clearly taken some creative licence regarding the background.
In the painting, Lara was depicted naked on all fours, with her back slightly arched and her large breasts dangling down beneath her chest. The painting’s vantage point was from behind and to the left, and showed Lara straddling one tuxedo-clad man, whose belt and fly were undone and whose cock was clearly visible impaling her moist pussy. The man’s hands were reaching around her tiny waist and grabbing her round buttocks, pulling them slightly apart, as his fingers sank into her perfectly toned flesh. The man’s face was hidden by Lara’s long dark hair, which cascaded down from her head like a silky waterfall, but Lara knew that it was Allister.
A second tuxedo-wearing man was painted kneeling down behind and just to the right of her. His belt and pants were also undone, and he was using his right hand to push the tip of his thick black cock inside Lara’s asshole. The figure’s head was cut-off by the top of the painting, but Lara was in no doubt that it was Zip. Lara’s eyes travelled up from her splayed athletic thighs and heart-shaped ass, and up towards her face. Standing directly in front of her was a third figure in a tuxedo, whose face was again cut-off by the top of the painting, but who Lara knew was Winston. His tuxedo pants were undone and his erect cock was pointing straight at Lara’s open mouth.
The Lara in the painting was looking back over her left shoulder with an almost comical expression of shock and surprise on her beautiful face. Her red lips formed a perfect O-shape and there were glistening strands of saliva stretched out between her mouth and the cock next to her face, leaving the viewer in no doubt as to where her mouth had been just moments earlier. While the main subject of the painting was photo-accurate, the artist had taken more liberties with the background. In the background were another four men in tuxedos, standing around her in a semi-circle, with a fifth figure at the far left of the painting, standing with his back to the viewer. All of this gave the viewer the impression that Lara was being fucked in the middle of a small circle on onlookers.
Again, the men were anonymous, with their heads cut-off by the top of the painting. Lara couldn’t decide whether the men were simply watching the show or waiting for their turn with her. Lara found the thought both embarrassing and arousing at the same time. However, the most embarrassing thing for Lara was that this scandalous painting was hanging in her own bedroom, advertising to anyone who happened to enter that Lady Lara Croft, the Countess of Abingdon, was a perverted slut.
“Former Countess”, she heard Sarah’s mocking voice say inside her mind. Lara gritted her teeth with determination. I was a Countess before and I will be again, Lara’s own defiant voice answered in reply. Still, Lara imagined what her friends would say, if they ever saw this painting. They’d probably disown her, and denounce her as nothing but a common whore. She imagined them gossiping cruelly behind her back, while the scandal completely destroyed her reputation. Lara arched her back and orgasmed. Why was being humiliated such a turn-on, she wondered? When her orgasm subsided, Lara collapsed backwards onto the bed.
“I need to talk to you about something.” Sarah said, as she wiped Lara’s sex juices from her face with the back of her hand.
“Yes, My Lady?” Lara asked.
It was a little unusual for Sarah to preface her conversations like this, so Lara’s interest was piqued.
“There’s a gaming convention being held over the weekend and I want you to attend as the Tomb Raider, to help promote your new game.” Sarah said.
“New game?” Lara asked.
This was the first that she’d heard of any new game. Her original game, Tomb Raider, had been released over 6 years ago, early in her tomb raiding career. Lara had made several notable discoveries in her first year of tomb raiding, which caused her to become a household name in England. As a result of her fame, she’d been approached by a local video game company, Enos Interactive, who wanted to use her name and likeness to promote their newest video game. The game had originally been called Treasure Hunter, and involved the player running around different ancient tombs and temples, solving puzzles, battling enemies and finding treasures. It had been a simple matter for the game developers to substitute in her likeness for the generic Indiana Jones character they originally designed for the game.
As far as Lara was concerned, the deal seemed like good publicity and free money for basically doing nothing but allowing them to use her image and name. And Lara could certainly use the extra money - when her father died, the Government seized 40% of her inheritance in taxes, and Lara had been forced to spend another 15 million pounds on renovations to Croft Manor. Lara didn’t really know much about video games and she didn’t expect the Tomb Raider game to make much money, so rather than negotiate for the usual fee of 3 to 5 percent of the net sales revenue, Lara accepted a much lower 1 percent licensing fee and a much larger upfront payment of half-a-million pounds.
To her surprise and annoyance, the original Tomb Raider game was a runaway success, selling over 14 million copies. Enos immediately tried to capitalise on the game’s success by releasing Tomb Raider 2 barely 18 months later. Lara tried to negotiate for a higher licencing fee but she had signed a multi-game contract and couldn’t afford a costly legal battle. In the end, she had to settle for her measly 1 percent licencing fee and another half-a-million pounds upfront. She needn’t have bothered, though: Tomb Raider 2 turned out to be a flop, selling less than 3 million copies. The gaming journalists called it a lazy attempt at money making, and described the game as little more than an unoriginal and overpriced expansion pack.
Enos was supposed to be working on a third Tomb Raider game, but it was 3 years behind schedule and the company was plagued by development issues and financial problems. Unknown to Lara, Enos had been purchased by Sarah in a multi-million-pound bailout. Sarah didn’t have the slightest interest in video games, and had only bought the company so that she could own the licensing rights to Lara’s name and image. Despite her disinterest in gaming, Sarah’s business acumen turned out to be a godsend for the company. She immediately brought in a professional management team to streamline the company’s operations, and she headhunted dozens of top game developers and software engineers straight out of university.
They binned the boring and bug-ridden Tomb Raider game then under development and began a much more ambitious project. “Tomb Raider 3 – A New World” was the result. Tomb Raider 3 was a completely open-world game, like Skyrim or Grand Theft Auto, where the player – playing as Lara Croft – could freely explore and interact with the world around them, join alliances, choose missions and experience multiple different endings, depending on their choices. The game was truly epic, and had over 30 million sales in just its first month of release. However, probably the greatest contributing factor the game’s success was Sarah’s insistence on promoting the game to online game-streamers and the game-modding community.
The streamers were a no brainer and provided free advertising for the game, but her idea of reaching out to modders was far more controversial. Software companies have typically had a contentious relationship with modders, who they view as making unauthorised alterations to their intellectual property. Sarah overruled those objections and released open-sourced modding tools online, so that anyone with the time and talent could make custom levels, custom clothing skins and buildings and even custom cut-scenes. Almost immediately, hundreds of modders started creating add-ons to the game and sharing them online. As a result, sales continued to boom, as more and more players wanted to get involved.
Thanks to Sarah’s changes, Tomb Raider 3 was on track to reach 100 million sales by the end of the year, making it one of the most successful games of all time. Even only earning 1 percent of net sales, Lara’s measly 1 percent licensing fee had netted her almost 4 million pounds in royalties. If the game’s meteoric sales continued as expected, she’d eventually make enough money to pay off all of her debts – a least in the short-term. That was why Sarah delayed the game’s release until after Lara had agreed to become her maid and sex slave. Cut-off from the internet and the outside world, and kept fully occupied with her domestic and sexual duties, Lara had no idea that she had almost 4.5 million pounds (including her half-million-pound upfront payment) waiting for her in an escrow account.
“My Lady, how do you know about my new game before I do?” Lara asked.
“Because I bought Enos Interactive a few years ago. Now I own Lara Croft and the Tomb Raider!” Sarah said grinning.
Lara blushed with shame at the reminder that she had sold herself to Sarah, but she was a little uneasy at only finding out about this new development now. What other secrets was Sarah keeping from her, she wondered? Sarah explained the ins and outs to her. Lara was expected to attend the convention in costume, pose for photos with fans and conduct a short questions-and-answers session with the gaming journalists. In truth, Lara was excited by the prospect of being the centre of attention once again, after so many weeks of enforced isolation. She was decidedly less thrilled about the costume that Sarah wanted her to wear.
“I’m not wearing that.” Lara objected flatly, staring down at the glossy page of Tomb Raider 3 cover art that Sarah had just handed to her.
Sarah just grinned at her with amusement, not the least bit perturbed by Lara’s futile display of defiance. Sarah had personally chosen Lara’s new look in the latest Tomb Raider game, choosing it from amongst hundreds of possible outfits. It had been her design brief to the development team that the new game was to be explicitly targeted at adults – knowing full well that this would make teenage boys want to play it even more. It was therefore almost inevitable that Lara’s look would become far more sexualised than before. Sex sells, after all, as Sarah had told her development team many times!
“Lara, do we really need to go through all the reasons why you will wear it?” Sarah asked.
“But I’ll look like a slut!” Lara objected.
Sarah chucked. “So, sometimes art does imitate life.” Sarah joked.
Lara turned bright red at her implication. “My Lady, please…” Lara pleaded.
“It’s already decided, Lara. This is what the Tomb Raider wears in-game, so this is what you’re going to wear to the convention. Just be thankful I’m not making you get the tattoos as well! But, as a sweetener, I’ve decided to give you a couple of days off from your maid duties. I want you nice and fresh for the convention.” Sarah said.
Lara thought about arguing further but knew there no point: Sarah always got what she wanted.
“Cheer up, Lara! Imagine all of those young fans, fawning over you and lusting after you.” Sarah said suggestively.
Lara felt her cheeks redden at the prospect of being perved on by so many horny young men. Maybe the new costume wouldn’t be so bad after all, Lara thought. And it would be nice to finally get a break from her boring and degrading duties around the Manor.
The following days were a dream for Lara, and she actually started feeling like her old self again. With a temporary reprieve from her demeaning servant duties, she was free to roam about the Manor House and grounds at her leisure. She was also given a reprieve from her sexual duties – aside from waking up Sarah with oral sex each morning and getting fisted – although Sarah still insisted that she wear her 2.5-inch-wide butt plug each day. She was also given a new tomb raiding outfit to wear instead of her maid uniform, since Sarah wanted her to get used to it for the convention. To her great surprise, Lara didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed wearing it, since it was actually less revealing than the slutty French maid’s uniform that she usually wore.
In fact, she actually liked the sexiness of the outfit, and used it to extract a little blue-balling revenge on her former staff. They had grown so accustomed to freely using Lara’s body for their sexual gratification that the sudden loss of that privilege left them all feeling anxious and short-tempered. Even Tori appeared grumpier than normal, which Lara found hilarious. She cruelly added to their frustrations by deliberately parading around them in her tiny new outfit, to temp and tease them. She was pretty sure that Zip, Allister and Shaun were all masturbating several times a day as a coping mechanism, and she’d even caught Tori emerging from one of the downstairs bathrooms with a suspiciously flushed face. Lara tried not to think about what Winston was doing to cope.
When the day of the convention finally arrived, Sarah brought in a hair and makeup stylist, so that Lara would look her best. It felt good to be pampered again, after so many weeks of playing the role of lowly servant, and Lara closed her eyes and managed to forget that she still had another 9 months of indentured servitude left to go. Lara’s hair was expertly styled into her signature French braid – a long braided ponytail that hung down to her lower back – and her makeup was flawlessly applied, giving her a sexy, natural appearance. Sarah specifically told the makeup artist not to apply the makeup too heavily, as she didn’t want it to detract from Lara’s natural beauty. Despite her current circumstances, Lara couldn’t help but feel a heady sense of validation at this – it was the first compliment that Sarah had given her that wasn’t overtly sexual or sarcastic.
With her hair and makeup looking flawless, Lara walked downstairs to where Sarah and Winston were waiting for her. Lara also saw that Zip and Allister had also found an excuse to be in the main hall, and they were staring at her like hungry wolves. Lara thought back to the countless times she had descended these very steps, dressed in an expensive ballgown and jewellery, and ready to mingle with the wealthy elite of London high society. On this occasion, however, instead of wearing a fancy designer dress, Lara was dressed in something more akin to a slutty cosplay version of her old Tomb Raider outfit – which was itself pretty sexy to begin with.
The only carryover from her usual Tomb Raider outfit were her high-cut brown leather boots and white socks, which went up to mid-calf, and her black gun-belt and thigh holsters. The rest of her outfit looked like it had shrunk in the wash and was now two sizes too small for her. Her brown cargo shorts were now completely skin tight and sat much lower on her hips, while the backside disappeared between her round buttocks like an unseen hand was giving her a wedgie. They were also much shorter than her old shorts – which weren’t exactly conservative to begin with – and left the lower half of her bubble butt hanging out the back.
Thankfully, despite their tight fit, the shorts were still made out of the same rugged material as her old cargo shorts. While she wouldn’t have exactly described them as practical, at least it meant that the outline of her butt plug – which Sarah insisted she keep wearing – wasn’t visible through the back. While Lara wasn’t thrilled at how overtly sexualised and slutty the shorts were, she had to admit that they made her ass look amazing. Lara’s top had gotten the same treatment. Her green singlet had shrunk into a very short crop top – little more than a sports bra, really. The top had a relatively conservative high crewneck, but it only extended down just below her breasts, leaving her flat toned stomach and the sensual curve of her naked back on full display.
Unlike a bra, aside from a thick band of elastic at the bottom, to prevent her boobs from spilling out, the green top had virtually no structure. Not that it really needed one – the thin elastic material felt so tight that it mashed Lara’s breasts against her chest, making them appear even larger and rounder, while leaving her nipples prominently outlined. As Lara had expected, Sarah refused to let her wear any underwear with the outfit. She said that a bra would ruin the lines of her top, while panties would have left an unseemly whale-tail at the back. Despite the lewdness of her attire, Lara couldn’t help but feel excited of the prospect of leaving her Abingdon Estate, after spending the last 3 months under virtual house arrest.
Lara looked down the stairs and saw the Sarah was wearing a stylish yellow sun dress, with black shoes and a matching handbag. She looked beautiful, and Lara felt instantly jealous of her. Lara walked downstairs, to where Sarah handed her the final part of her outfit: two replica handguns for her holsters and a comically small brown leather backpack. The backpack would have been practically useless for actual tomb raiding, unless the only supplies she planned on taking with her consisted of a flashlight and thong. Lara holstered the fake gun and slid on the backpack, which sat high up over her shoulders and left her naked lower back completely uncovered. She caught Zip and Allister staring at her ass and made sure to bend over slightly and wiggle her bubble butt from side to side, while appearing to adjust her backpack. Supressing a grin, Lara followed Sarah and Winston down the long hallway that led out to the garage.
Then Winston said something that killed her good mood.
“Try not to embarrass yourself.” Winston admonished her.
Lara felt hurt. Did he think so little of her? Then she remembered everything that she’d done in front of him, and with him, these past weeks. Lara blushed with shame at the memories.
“Yes, Sir.” Lara mumbled in reply.
Lara and Sarah sat in the backseat of Lara’s black Rolls Royce Phantom, while Winston drove them to their destination. It was approximately 2 hours to London, and Sarah used that time to talk Lara through the schedule and what sort of questions she could expect to be asked during her press conference. They’d already spoken about it several times over the last few days, but Lara supposed that Sarah had a lot riding on this and didn’t want her to mess it up. It actually set Lara’s mind at ease to see Sarah behaving so professionally and businesslike, since in her mind it meant that Sarah was unlikely to do anything that might publicly embarrass her, and thereby risk the success of her game.
Their destination was ExCeL – the Exhibition Centre of London. ExCeL was a relatively modern convention centre, having been built in the year 2000 and boasting over a million square feet of indoor space for hosting events. That made it perfect for hosting Britain’s annual Computer and Gaming Convention. This was only its fourth year of operation, but it had already overtaken Gamescom in Germany to become the largest gaming and computer convention in the world. With over half a million attendees over 4 days, it dwarfed E3 in the USA, which was mainly a trade event with limited tickets available for the general public.
Thanks to the combination of lower entry costs for stall holders, a massive marketing budget and an unscrupulous gaming media all scrambling for a piece of that advertising budget, everyone wanted to be involved in the event: from gaming and software developers, computer and accessory manufacturers and even broadband internet companies. The massive venue was already packed, but Sarah instructed Winston to drive them towards the VIP entrance. They were stopped by a guard at a security checkpoint, but Sarah rolled down a window and showed him her VIP Lanyard, and he quickly waved them through.
The Convention was actually another one of Sarah’s creations, which she used as a way to promote her other investments in software and IT. Many hundreds of businesses around the world had no idea that they were owned by companies directly controlled by Sarah. Her father had taught her well – to hide her wealth in offshore bank accounts and behind multiple layers of corporate ownership, far from the prying eyes of greedy government tax men. As they pulled up to the covered VIP entrance, a well-dressed valet opened the rear passenger door of their Rolls Royce.
Being beautiful, Sarah got an admiring look from the young valet, who couldn’t have been older than 18, but then his eyes bulged out of his head when he caught sight of Lara. His first sight of her was of her long sexy legs, as she scissored out of the backseat of the Rolls Royce. Then when she stood up, his eyes travelled upwards to her prominent breasts, which were barely contained by her green crop top, and then to her beautiful face.
“Oh my God! You’re Lara Croft!” the valet said, forgetting all decorum.
Lara smiled at his recognition of her, and his dumbstruck response to her beauty. His jaw practically hit the floor as she walked gracefully past him, while his eyes stared longingly at her gorgeous buttocks, which were half-displayed by the indecent cut of her shorts. When they entered the venue, Lara received similar admiring stares from the other security guards and workers present. They walked across a carpeted reception area and through a large double-door that led into the main Convention Centre floor. Inside was a hive of activity, with tens of thousands of people walking between hundreds of different stalls and displays.
It didn’t take long for the patrons to notice Lara, and within minutes she had a crowd of hundreds of people gathering around her. A team of more than a dozen security guards had to escort them through the crowd and up an escalator to the room where the Tomb Raider press conference was being held. Inside were dozens of photographers and gaming journalists, and they all stood as Lara entered the room. Sarah gestured for Lara to take a seat at the centre of the raised stage at the front of the room. At the back of the stage were three larger than life posters from the game.
Lara was greatly impressed by how much the game’s graphics had advanced since her previous games. The Lara Croft in the new game, while still obviously computer generated, looked incredibly realistic – almost like a real picture of her had been run through a cartoon filter. She was decidedly less impressed by the various tattoos that the game version of herself was sporting. Lara hated tattoos, viewing them as being incredibly common and slutty. She would never ever consider getting one herself.
Lara took a seat at the centre of the stage, in-between half a dozen game designers and producers, there to answer any technical questions; but unsurprisingly, victual all of the journalist’s questions were directed toward her. Thankfully, Sarah had fully briefed her on what they would ask, and she already had her answers prepared. At first, all of the journalist spoke at once and shouted over each other, but then one of the Convention staff calmly reassured them that they’d all have an opportunity to ask questions. The staff member walked around the room, holding out a microphone for the journalists to speak into.
As the first journalist prepared to ask his question, dozens of photographers shot video and snapped photos of the press conference, while another staff member livestreamed the event out onto several large viewing screens, positioned throughout the main Convention Centre.
Journalist – “Lara, are you surprised by the success of your latest game?”
Lara – “I’m very grateful for the tremendous support of the fans, but most of the credit should go to the development team, who put together a brilliant game.”
The first journalist tried to ask a follow-up question, but the staff member took his microphone away and moved on to the next journalist in line. The first journalist looked pissed-off that he had just wasted his only question on something so banal. The next journalist wasn’t going to make the same mistake. That said, he had to phrase his question carefully. The gaming industry exerted disproportionate control over gaming journalists, through the lucrative adds that they placed in such publications. All of the journalists present had been told by their editors to keep all of their questions family friendly.
Journalist– “How do you respond to criticism that Tomb Raider 3 contains too much explicit content?”
The journalist was referring to the full-frontal nudity in the game. Lara hadn’t actually played the game and so knew nothing about that. She believed, as Sarah had told her, that the journalist was implying that the game was too violent.
Lara – “The players who started playing Tomb Raider 1 have all grown up and want a more adult gaming experience. Besides, there’s an inbuilt parental mode that can age restrict more mature content.”
The journalists were hanging off her every word now. One of the most talked about features of Tomb Raider 3 was that the game allowed players to dress Lara in different outfits that they located or looted from dead foes. These outfits often gave the player buffs, such as damage resistance or the ability to infiltrate enemy bases, but players soon noticed that they had the ability to not select any clothing for the different body slots, leaving Lara effectively naked, except for her gun belt, boots and backpack. Enos Interactive insisted that this was just a bug, but it had so far made zero effort to correct that bug, despite the game having been on the market for many weeks since then. Had Lara Croft just defended nudity in her game, they wondered?
Journalist– “Are you saying that you’re ok with the explicit content in the game?”
Lara – “I fully support mature content for mature audiences.”
The room broke into hushed whispers and several of the journalists started frantically taking notes. Lara felt a thrill of excitement, as she looked out across the packed press gallery and the dozens of cameras pointed at her. She loved being the centre of attention, and after so many months serving other people’s needs, it felt good to have a roomful of people all interested in what she had to say.
Journalist– “What do you think of the new Tomb Raider outfit? Any plans to change your own wardrobe to match?”
Lara – “No plans. I don’t think it would be terribly practical out in the real world, but this is just a game, after all.”
The same journalist shouted a follow-up question into the microphone, before the staff member could pull it away.
Journalist– “Any plans to get some tattoos?”
Lara – “You never know…”
Lara forced a smile. She hated the idea of tattoos, but she decided to flirt with the journalists to remove the venom from their questions.
Journalist – “How do you feel about the negotiation mechanic in the game? Specifically, the seduction mechanic?”
Tomb Raider 3 contained a mechanic that allowed Lara to negotiate with different groups in order to join alliances, complete missions and retrieve items, rather than just relying on the tried and tested game mechanics of violence and stealth. Part of that mechanic was seduction, which allowed the player – playing as Lara – to seduce enemies and allies alike, to convince them to help her. This was represented in game by Lara giving the person a French kiss. What Sarah hadn’t told her was that modders had released patches that replaced these PG cutscenes with hardcore pornographic ones, which showed Lara lewdly fucking whoever – and in some cases whatever – she was seducing.
Lara – “I think it’s good to finally have an action game where the player doesn’t have to always rely on violence.”
Journalist– “So you’re OK with your game character using her body to complete a mission?”
The staff member gave this journalist a hard look, while several other journalists looked worried that his question might have crossed the “family friendly” line.
Lara – “I don’t know why you’re all so prudish about it. Cleopatra seduced Julius Caesar. Mata Hari seduced enemy officers during World War 1. History is full of examples of women using whatever tools they had at their disposal to complete their mission.”
The journalists couldn’t believe what they were hearing. It sounded to them as though Lara Croft was defending prostitution, since they were referring to the pornographic cutscenes that showed Lara whoring herself out to complete her missions. Meanwhile, Lara didn’t know what the big deal was about her game character giving NPCs a kiss? They continued to speak across purposes, with Lara being completely oblivious to the message she was actually conveying.
Journalist – “How do you feel about the explicit mods that have been made for the game?”
The journalist was referring to a mod that greatly expanded the seduction dynamic, allowing Lara to prostitute herself to different factions, in exchange for money, equipment and alliances. It even included an obscene new skill tree that the player could use to level-up, with creative skill names like “Deepthroat” (allows Lara to completely distract the enemy she’s seducing, allowing her to pickpocket undetected and allowing any nearby allies to sneak past), “Three Hole Whore” (allows Lara to distract up to 3 enemies at the same time) and “Beast Tamer” (allows Lara to seduce non-human enemies).
The other change it made was to turn off the “death” outcome from losing a fight, and replace it with a “captured” outcome instead. This meant that in game, when Lara’s health dropped below critical while fighting enemies, rather than dying she would be captured by her enemies. The game would then shift to a pornographic cutscene (many of which were several minutes long) of Lara being gangbanged by her enemies, before being released completely naked and without any equipment. The player would then have to journey to the nearest settlement to obtain fresh supplies, in order to continue with their mission. Of course, arriving naked and without any money, this would leave them with only Lara’s body to use for currency.
Some players deliberately lost multiple times, just so that they could watch all of the different cutscenes, which changed depending on Lara’s surroundings and the number and types of enemies involved. In fact, many fans were shocked by how professional most of the mods looked. Many of them even included dialogue for the Lara and the NPCs, spliced together from other voice recordings. If Lara had known what they would end up using her voice for, she would never have agreed to read out lines like “It won’t fit!”, “Take it slow!” and “My God, that’s deep!”
In reality, the mods looked professionally made because they were professionally made. Sarah had paid several of the software engineers that created Tomb Raider 3 to also create mods for it under the table, and then give their friends in the modding community the tools to add extra details to these mods. What had resulted were mods that transformed Tomb Raider 3 into the most expansive and realistic sex game every created.
Lara – “Once people buy the game, they’re free to modify it in any way they like. I fully support free speech, even though what they’re doing might not be my personal cup-of-tea.”
Outside in the main Convention Centre, hundreds of fans cheered as their idol, Lara Croft, stood up for the modding community. After years of cancel culture, it felt refreshing to finally have a famous celebrity who was on their side. Many of the fans were also excited by the fact that Lara Croft seemed to be Ok with having herself portrayed in sex mods. After the “Me Too” movement, they were overjoyed that someone as beautiful and famous as Lara Croft was openly embracing her sexuality.
Journalist – “Have you ever seduced anyone?”
Lara – “A Lady doesn’t gossip about such things.”
Her playful answer, which wasn’t actually a denial, just added fuel to the journalists’ imaginations. More than a few of them were now wondering if there was any truth to the rumours that Lara Croft had traded sexual favours in return for information and access to archaeological sites. As Lara was bombarded with more questions, Sarah looked on with a satisfied smile on her face. The press conference had exceeded her wildest expectations. Lara had basically defended porn mods for her game. This would virtually guarantee the game’s future sales, thanks to the free publicity that Lara’s statements would bring, and the fans who Sarah knew would now go out of their way to support her.
After the press conference, Sarah pulled Lara aside.
“Well done!” Sarah said, smiling from ear to ear.
“Thanks.” Lara said, feeling her heart flutter inexplicably at the news that she’d made Sarah happy.
“Now it’s time to go and meet your fans.” Sarah explained.
Lara couldn’t wait. The old Lara Croft would have been somewhat concerned by her scandalously skimpy attire, but the Lara that emerged onto the main Convention floor was so used to indecently displaying herself that she hardly even gave it any thought. They emerged onto the busy Convention Centre floor and walked slowly towards the Tomb Raider stand. The place was alive with sound and colour, as different games competed with each other for attention, with dynamic game footage playing on large screens above each booth.
There were tens of thousands of people walking around, and Lara saw that many of them were dressed up in cosplay as their favourite game characters, giving the Convention Centre a fun Comic Con-like atmosphere. She saw more than a few Lara Crofts along the way, although none came close to matching her own beauty. Within minutes, Lara was being approached by awestruck fans, asking her to sign autographs and pose with them for photos. Now that she wasn’t being escorted by security guards, they were able to walk right up to her.
They practically begged her to take a photo with them, or to sign their Tomb Raider merchandise, and Lara was only too happy to oblige. Lara signed countless Tomb Raider game posters and collector’s edition game boxes, and posed for hundreds of photos. After so long out of the limelight, she revelled in being the centre of attention again. She was so excited that she failed to notice the lecherous glances of the fans as they posed with her. Sarah stood back and waited while Lara posed with fan after fan. Some pictures were taken with single fans, while others involved her posing with small groups.
While she posed for the camera, dozens of other fans covertly took close-up photographs of her sexy outfit. Soon, social media was bombarded with hundreds of HD photographs of Lara Croft at the Gaming Convention, and her name instantly began trending. The fans loved her new Tomb Raider costume. Many of them told her so, which in turn made Lara feel more comfortable wearing it, since now she was receiving the validation that she so desperately craved. She managed to rationalise her change of heart by telling herself that she’d been photographed in bikinis that revealed far more flesh than this outfit. As she become more comfortable, she actually started posing more confidently with her fans.
She posed like a model with one foot forward, accentuating the length of her athletic legs, while not caring that this exposed an indecent amount of her naked thighs as well. She leaned forward for a group photo and smiled, not minding that the pose caused her breasts to jiggle forward and press out prominently against the tight material of her top. She posed with her back to the camera, smiling cheekily back over her shoulder, while completely oblivious to the fact that the lower curves of her glorious bubble butt were on full display, hanging out the back of her indecently tiny shorts.
Time flew past, and after what seemed like almost 2 hours of threading her way through the throng of fans and posing for countless photographs, they finally arrived at the Tomb Raider stall. This was one of the largest stalls in the entire Convention Centre, and it was selling not only games but also Tomb Raider merchandise, like figurines, clothing and other collectables. Sarah had turned the Tomb Raider from simply being another game into a fully-fledged brand. Lara posed for more photographs in front of the large Tomb Raider 3 cover-art posters that flanked the stall.
Sarah disappeared for about half an hour, and when she returned, she was wearing a headset similar to the one that Lara wore while Tomb Raiding. Sarah handed Lara an identical wireless headset, which included a stubby but powerful antenna and a boom microphone for transmitting, and led Lara behind the Tomb Raider stall to a backstage area. Lara saw a long line of Tomb Raider fans queuing up along the side of the stall. Lara followed Sarah around behind the stall, and then got her first clear look at what they were queuing-up for.
Directly behind the Tomb Raider stall was a two-storey-tall greenscreen. Directly opposite it was a large flat-screen TV connected to a laptop computer, and an upright carboard sign that stated, “Get your picture taken with Lara Croft!” Sarah led her over to a nearby security door and swiped them both inside with her access card. Inside was a poorly lit maze of scaffolding and boxes. Sarah led her up a narrow staircase to a raised platform, wide enough for them to both walk side-by-side. At the end of the platform was the thick canvas backing of the greenscreen. As they got closer, Lara noticed there was a gap in the greenscreen, with a green curtain draped across it.
“What are we doing here?” Lara asked
“Put on the headset and climb through. I’ll explain as we go.” Sarah told her.
Sarah pulled back the curtain and Lara leaned out through the gap. She looked down upon her fans below, who immediately started pointing and cheering as soon as they noticed her. Lara smiled and waved, as she basked in their adoration. Lara felt a thick harness being wrapped around her waist, which Sarah cinched tight, locking her in place. Lara supposed it must be for her safety. Sarah pulled the green curtain back down across her body, closing off the hole in the greenscreen. Unseen by Lara, Sarah unfolded a previously concealed laptop and placed it atop a horizontal metal beam that was supporting the greenscreen. Sarah turned on the laptop, and Lara’s face appeared, shown from the perspective of the camera far beneath them.
“Grab onto the handles in front of you.” Sarah told her through the headset.
Lara looked down and saw two horizontal steel poles projecting out through the greenscreen just below her. At the end of each pole was a horizontal handle for her to grip onto. Lara leaned forward and took hold of the handles. The position of her body reminded her of riding one of her Ducati sports motorcycles. Lara saw that there were two black Kevlar vests hanging off the front of the handles, which blocked the camera’s view of the support poles behind them. She assumed they had something to do with the game, but not having played it herself, she didn’t realise their significance. Then she felt Sarah unbuckle her belt.
“What are you doing?!” Lara asked in a panic.
She tried to pull herself back through the hole, but the thick harness around her waist pinned her securely in place.
“Just relax.” Sarah told her through the headset, as she undid Lara’s thigh holsters and then unzipped her tight brown shorts.
Lara desperately tried to scramble back through the hole in the greenscreen, but to no avail, and a moment later she felt Sarah yank her shorts down around her ankles.
“If you keep struggling, someone might come up here to see what the problem is.” Sarah warned.
Lara looked down and saw several people pointing up at her and looking concerned. With her shorts pulled down around her ankles and a large black butt plug sticking out of her ass, that was the last thing in the world that Lara wanted. Lara forced a smile onto her beautiful face and waved down towards her fans, indicating that everything was fine. Sarah lifted Lara’s booted feet one at a time and removed her shorts, leaving her naked from the waist down.
“Sarah, let me go! This isn’t funny!” Lara said through the gritted teeth of her forced smile.
“It’s very simple, Lara. While you get your photo taken with your fans out there, some more esteemed fans will be sampling your ass back here.” Sarah said.
The smile fell away from Lara’s face.
“You can’t be serious!” Lara said incredulously.
“I’m perfectly serious. They’ve all signed non-disclosure agreements, so this is entirely within your contract.” Sarah said. “Now, I’d go back to smiling if I were you, unless you’d like to draw some more unwanted attention.”
Lara realised that Sarah was right and forced herself to smile again, while two staff members arrived with short stepladders. As the first two fans climbed up onto the ladders and were installed into the hanging black Kevlar vests, Lara felt her ankles being pulled apart and strapped to the railings on either side of the walkway, to prevent her from closing her legs. When both of the fans below were strapped in, the ladders were removed, leaving each fan dangling about a foot off the ground. Each of them was handed a fake black assault rifle and then the staff cleared the set. Sarah nodded towards the other end of the walkway, signalling that everything was ready. Her guests walked forward out of the shadows.
“Alright. Look into the camera and smile!” The staff member at the computer said.
Despite her current predicament, Lara’s natural instinct to pander to the cameras took over. She flashed the camera below a mesmerising smile, while her two fans dangling down from the Kevlar vests did the same.
“Now I want you to look terrified,” the staff member told the two fans, “And Lara, I want you to look fierce and angry.”
Lara put on her best “war face”, and the staff member took a second photo. Moments later, the line of fans within viewing distance of the TV screen connected to the camera oohed and aahed, as they watched the staff member add the special effects to each photo. Where before there had been a blank green canvas, there was now a cavernous and foreboding tomb in the background; and where Lara’s lower body disappeared behind the screen was now the long, sinuous body of a serpent. The fans were ecstatic. This was one of the most iconic scenes in the game, where Lara Croft recovers a magical totem that temporarily transforms her into a Lamia – a powerful creature from Ancient Greek myth with the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a serpent.
In the main quest of the game, Lara uses her newfound powers to defeat a group of mercenaries that have been hunting her. In this case, the fans get to have their photos taken with a magically transformed Lara Croft, while dressed as mercenaries. The first two fans were released from their dangling vests and walked over to the staff member at the camera, who entered their email addresses onto his computer, so that they could each receive copies of the HD photos that had just been taken. Lara’s eyes suddenly widened, as she felt Sarah’s hand pulling at her butt plug.
“Shhhhh… just relax.” Sarah told her, as Lara’s asshole expanded open around the 2.5-inch-wide butt plug.
“Ugghhh.” Lara groaned, as her ass felt suddenly empty.
Sarah nodded towards the first shadowy figure in line. As he walked forward, Sarah handed him a tube of lubricant, which he applied liberally to his cock. Even in the dim light of the backstage walkway, Lara’s perfectly toned ass looked amazing, but the man was forced to do a doubletake when he saw her asshole. Unlike the tightly clenched sphincter that one would have expected from someone with the high social status of a Countess, Lara’s asshole was gaping open over half an inch wide. It looked like a perfectly round black hole, whose gravitational field pulled the eyes inexorably down into its dark and mysterious depths.
“Fuck yeah!” The first man groaned, as Lara’s tight asshole stretched open to admit his cock.
The man looked down in awe, as he watched his thick cock sliding in and out between Lara’s firm round buttocks. Lara grunted softly, as her asshole became accustomed to this latest invasion. She could feel the silky inner flesh of her rectum gripping the anonymous man’s shaft like a Fleshlight. Evidently, he could feel it too, judging by the sweatiness of his hands gripping her hourglass hips. Lara’s upper body rocked imperceptibly as she was fucked from behind the greenscreen.
“And… smile everyone!” The staff member taking the photos instructed.
Lara forced a smile onto her face, even as she felt herself being sodomised. She felt mildly ridiculous, smiling casually for the camera while some unknown person fucked her in the ass.
“I bet you’re wondering who it is that’s fucking you.” Sarah said through the headset.
Lara forced a fierce look onto her face for the next photo, and then watched as the two fans were released from the hanging vests, while a fresh pair walked forward. Lara groaned softly, as she felt multiple spurts of warm cum jetting deep inside her bowels. The first man had lasted less than a minute. In much the same way that the fans were being rotated through the photoshoot below her, no sooner did the first man pull out of her ass when the next man in line pressed his well-lubricated cock inside her. Lara tried to hide her humiliation and forced another bright smile onto her face, as she posed for the next photo.
“They’re all people that you know!” Sarah explained, planting the seed in Lara’s mind. “And now they’ll all know what a dirty slut you really are.”
Lara felt her cheeks blush as she started losing her composure. She felt herself growing wet with excitement, as her mind tried to imagine who the men might be: they could be her friends’ brothers or boyfriends, who’d admired her from afar but were too shy to ask her out; or they could be men that she’d turned down for dates, because they weren’t good enough for her; some of them might even have been ex-lovers that she’d dumped. Lara imagined them all talking about her behind her back, sharing lewd and insulting stories.
Lara unconsciously reached down between her legs, but her hand collided with the greenscreen instead. Lara looked down at the faces of her adoring fans and blushed with shame, as she realised that she had been unthinkingly about to masturbate in front of them. What was wrong with her, she wondered? It was as if her sexual servitude to Sarah was slowly re-wiring her mind. The Lara of old would never have tried to masturbate in public. Lara felt the friction of the cock sliding in and out of her ass quicken. Moments later, the man moaned and felt another load of warm cum spurting deep inside her bowels. Then he pulled out and a fresh cock pushed inside her stretched-open anus.
By the 30-minute mark, Lara had lost count of how many men had fucked her so far, but she felt certain that the number must be in the double digits, since none of the men lasted very long. She felt too distracted by having to smile and look fierce for the camera, and by her frustration at not being able to orgasm. Lara moaned softly, as she felt more spurts of warm cum jetting deep inside her ass. Behind the greenscreen, the line of anonymous men shuffled forward and the next man lined-up his cock with Lara’s ass. Lara’s once tight asshole was gaping open almost an inch wide now and was leaking a thin trickle of cum down her inner thighs. Far from being red and angry, Lara’s asshole looked impossibly round and inviting.
The man’s cock was already well lubricated but it needn’t have been – Lara’s well-used asshole now felt like a slippery waterslide. The man pushed forward and watched her sphincter expand wider to admit the tip of his cock. His shaft slid effortlessly inside her round sphincter, until he was balls-deep inside her. Then he pulled completely out of her. Lara was surprised that this man didn’t fuck her asshole with the same frenzy as her previous anonymous lovers. In truth, the man behind the greenscreen was mesmerised by the sight of his cock sliding in and out between Lara’s gorgeously round buttocks, and the way her sphincter expanded effortless around his cock with each thrust.
After a minute or so of this slow thrusting, the man got a hurry-up in the form of a tap on the shoulder from the man behind him. Soon the man was pounding away inside Lara’s asshole, feeling her rectum gripping his cock like a tight silky glove. Lara was ashamed that it didn’t even feel uncomfortable any more. Actually, it felt kind of good – not in the same way as vaginal sex, but definitely still pleasurable. It must have felt the same for the man fucking her from behind, because less than a minute later he too had emptied his balls inside her, adding to the pool of cum already filling her ass.
“And smile!” The staff member taking the photos instructed.
Lara’s cheeks were turning bright red now, and the more she tried to hide her embarrassment, the redder her face got. There was no way that the fans down below wouldn’t be able to tell that she was blushing. What would they think, she wondered? She hoped that they’d assume it was from the physical exertion of having to maintain this pose for an extended period of time.
“And now look frightened.” The staff member told the fans hanging from the Kevlar vests in front of her.
Lara automatically assumed her ferocious expression – or at least tried to. When that particular photo appeared on the TV screen, several of the fans noticed that Lara looked more horny than angry. Her beautiful face was flushed and she was biting her lower lip suggestively. None of the fans complained, and those still in line couldn’t wait to get their own sexy photo with the world-famous Tomb Raider. The two fans beneath her were unbuckled from their vests and a fresh pair strapped in, while behind her, a fresh man thrust inside her well-used asshole.
As the seemingly endless procession of photographs and sodomy continued, Lara’s mind started playing tricks on her. Despite knowing that the greenscreen behind her was blocking all view of her lower body, she started to imagine that the fans below could see what was happening behind her. It felt like she was posing for hardcore pornographic pictures – smiling while she was being fucked doggy-style in her ass. It reminded her of how humiliated she had felt when Sarah filmed her lewdly sucking and fucking the gearstick of her Jaguar convertible; but if anything, this was even worse, because it was happening in public, in front of hundreds of people.
With each click of the camera, Lara felt like another small piece of her pride was being stripped away. What was worse, all she could think about was how badly she needed to orgasm. Her pussy was dripping wet now, but without any stimulation she wasn’t any closer to cuming than when this anal-sex-train first started. The situation wasn’t helped by Sarah constantly making lewd comments through Lara’s headset, calling Lara and slut and a whore for being so wet; taunting her about how much she was enjoying getting gangbanged in the ass; and telling her that they guys couldn’t wait to tell all of their friends what a massive slut she was. Lara doubted that any of them would talk, since Sarah said they’d all signed non-disclosure agreements, but the thought still drove her wild.
But what really sent Lara’s overactive imagination into overdrive was when Sarah told her that all of the men fucking her in the ass were from her own social circle. From this day forward, Lara would never be able to attend another high society party without bumping into someone who’d fucked her in the ass. Even if they told no one else about her sordid activities, Lara’s mind would assume that everyone knew. In her mind, every smile, every whispered conversation, and every private joke would be at her expense. And that thought made Lara’s needy pussy even hotter.
Another pair of fans posed for their photos with Lara, while another anonymous man slid into her slippery asshole from behind. Sarah paused to admire the sight the latest man’s cock ploughing in and out between Lara’s well-toned bubble butt, but then she turned her attention back to her laptop. She couldn’t get enough of the cute expression on Lara’s beautiful face: the way her cheeks reddened with arousal and embarrassment, and the way her eyes lost focus and her forced smiles had started to look more and more suggestive and sexual. Lara’s outstretched arms and splayed legs were trembling, but while the fans below might mistake that for muscle fatigue, Sarah knew it was from pent-up sexual frustration.
By the time the last of the two dozen men Sarah had invited finished with her, Lara’s once tight asshole had been transformed into a gaping, cum-filled hole. Sarah dismissed the men with a wave of her hand and turned her attention back to Lara. Lara’s sloppy asshole was now gaping open over an inch wide and was overflowing with cum. It was one of the most awe-inspiring sights Sarah had ever witnessed. Sarah snapped several HD photos for prosperity and then gently reinserted Lara’s 2.5-inch-wide butt plug, sealing the cum inside her. The unseemly ease with which the plug slid back into Lara’s well-used asshole made Sarah grin. Lara had come a long way from the prissy, stuck-up aristocrat that she’d once been, but she still had a long way left to go.
Sarah signalled the staff member down below that it was time to wrap things up.
“Ladies and gentlemen, that’s about all we have time for, but before we go, could we get Lara to show the camera her sexiest face?” The staff member said.
At that exact moment, Sarah pressed a powerful vibrator against Lara’s sopping-wet pussy and turned it up to maximum. Lara’s cheeks turned bright red and her mouth formed a perfectly round O-shape, as she felt the intense vibrations rubbing against her clit. The fans below stared up in awe at the sexy face that Lara was making.
“That’s great, but I’m sure she can do better than that!” The staff member said, gesturing towards the crowd.
On cue, the crowd started clapping and cheering in encouragement. Lara’s entire body shook as her orgasm approached. Not like this, she thought desperately! Not in front of all these people! Her shame and embarrassment tipped her over the edge. Lara moaned loudly as she orgasmed. Her cheeks turned bright red, while her eyes rolled upwards and her wet tongue lolled out of her open mouth. The fans below burst into applause, believing that Lara Croft was making a sexy ahegao face for their enjoyment. Meanwhile, the high-definition camera snapped shot after shot of her facial expressions. Unknown to her, all of the HD photos from today would be uploaded to Tomb Raider 3 as a patch, in order to make the sex mods even more realistic and immersive.
Lara was mortified: as far as she was concerned, she had just orgasmed in front of hundreds of her fans, and they were applauding her for it. Behind her, Lara felt Sarah wiping down her trembling legs with a wet wipe. Then she felt her ankles and waist being unstrapped. Not wasting any time, Lara pulled herself back through the greenscreen, to where a very smug looking Sarah was waiting for her. Lara winced as she stretched out her stiff body and aching muscles.
Lara was both relieved and disappointment that the men who had been fucking her were gone, because while it would have been extremely humiliating to have to look them in the eye, now she would have no idea who they were. Sarah had the decency to spray her half a dozen times with expensive perfume, to help cover-up the distinctive aroma of cum emanating from Lara’s sweaty body.
“Get dressed.” Sarah said, holding out her shorts and gun belt.
Lara pulled her shorts back up her legs and then buckled her belt and thigh holsters back in place. Sarah led her back downstairs and out into the main Convention Centre.
“Please tell me we’re going home, My Lady.” Lara pleaded, hoping that using Sarah’s stolen Title might placate her.
“The convention doesn’t close for another few hours, so I thought you could help out by posing for some more photos with your adoring fans." Sarah told her.
Sarah practically had to push the reluctant Tomb Raider back out to the front of Tomb Raider stall, where more fans were lining up to get their photos taken with her. Even as she blushed with shame, Lara tried to hide her discomfort behind a forced smile. But it was exceptionally difficult to smile, when she could feel a small lake a gooey cum sloshing around inside her asshole. Lara spent the next 2 hours anxiously posing for more photographs with her fans, while praying that none of them noticed the strong smell of cum emanating from her body, and that no cum leaked out from her ass.
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