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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.

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Lara felt butterflies in her stomach, as she walked down the seedy London Street towards the tattoo parlour. It was early Sunday morning and most of the shops were only just opening. Natla had made Lara wear the humiliating red cocktail dress and platform high heels from the previous evening, and the outfit looked totally out of place 9:00am in the morning. Lara knew that it gave her the appearance of making a walk of shame, returning home after some casual hook-up the night before. Lara blushed as passing cars honked at her, and several workers from a nearby construction site whistled and cat-called. Even cyclists and pedestrians winked at her and gave her derisive smiles.
Lara forced herself to look straight ahead, walking as quickly as her awkward high heels would allow. The whole experience was completely degrading, and she prayed that she didn’t run into anyone she knew. When she finally arrived at her destination, Lara found a dingy-looking tattoo parlour called London Ink. How original, Lara thought sarcastically, as she opened the door and went inside. A Goth-looking female receptionist, covered in tattoos and piercings, greeted her as she came in.
“Good night?” the receptionist asked with a cheeky grin.
Lara blushed at the insinuation.
“I… I’m here to see Damien.” Lara said, mentioning the name Natla had told her.
“You must be Lara. He’s expecting you. Follow me.” The receptionist said.
The receptionist led her into one of the tattooing rooms, located towards the rear of the shop. A few minutes later, another man, bald and also covered in tattoos, entered the room and introduced himself.
“Lara, it’s good to finally meet you. Jacqueline’s told me a lot about you.” Damien said.
“Jacqueline exaggerates.” Lara said, trying to diffuse whatever terrible lies Natla had told about her.
“Really? Then you’re telling me you don’t have WHORE tattooed just above your crotch?” Damien asked.
Lara blushed with shame and looked away, embarrassed.
“Hey, no need to be embarrassed. My own sister is into the whole BDSM scene, so I get it.” Damien said.
Lara knew he was just trying to make her feel comfortable, but that didn’t make her feel any better about the situation. She did not want to be here. She did not want him putting another tattoo on her skin. This was all wrong!
“So, I’ve finished the design. Do you want to see it, before it goes on?” Damien asked her.
Lara shook her head. Natla had given instructions that she was not to view the tattoo until it was on her skin; and for all Lara knew, the tattoo artist would report her if she tried to see it beforehand.
“Ok then. Take off your dress and hop onto the table, face down.” Damien said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, after I print out the stencil.
Lara stripped out of her cocktail dress, wishing once again that she was able to wear underwear. She shivered as she lay down, completely naked, on the cold leather tattooing table and waited. Damien returned a few minutes later and lined up the stencil on her skin.
“This is going to look amazing.” Damien said, as he applied the stencil to her lower back and got his tattoo gun ready. “So, this is going to take about 7 or 8 hours to complete. Let me know any time you need to take a break or have a drink.” Damien said.
Lara heard the loud hum of the tattoo gun being turned on, and gripped the edges of the table to brace herself. A moment later, she grimaced as the sharp needle lanced into the soft skin of her lower back.
The tattoo ended up taking the full 8 hours to finish. Lara’s naked skin was bathed in a light sheen of sweat by the end of it, and her hands were shaking from the vice-like grip with which she had been holding onto the table. Lara felt dizzy and slightly lightheaded as she stood up. Damien led her over to a full length mirror, and then held a second smaller mirror behind Lara’s back, so that she could see the reflection of her new tattoo. Lara’s heart beat out of her chest, hoping desperately that the new tattoo wouldn’t be too humiliating.
An image immediately appeared in Lara’s mind of her actual family Coat of Arms: it consisted of a medieval heater shield with two red chevrons (essentially upside-down Vees) running horizontally across it. Underneath the chevrons was a large capital “C”, written in a stylised Old English font, which stood for Croft. A medieval knight’s helmet sat atop the shield, flanked by two angled sword hilts protruding out from either side. The helmet symbolised the family’s noble rank as an Earldom, while the crossed swords were a symbol their heroism and honour in battle. There was a decorative mantling that flowed around either side of the shield, like silk banners fluttering in the breeze, and underneath the shield was a heraldic ribbon with “CROFT” written on it in Old English font.
Lara opened her eyes, and then grimaced as she saw the bastardised Coat of Arms that had been tattooed onto her lower back. The tattoo was black and grey, done in the traditional style, with thick, bold lines and prominent shading, making it highly legible, even from a distance. There nothing delicate or feminine about the tattoo at all: there were no soft colours or gradations to the shading; all of it was prominently outlined, and solidly filled in.
The tattoo consisted of the thick black outline of a medieval heater shield tattooed on her lower back, just above her ass; it was about 5 inches high, with two thick black chevrons running across it, and the Croft “C” underneath, written in Old English font. The medieval helmet and angled sword hilts were still present, but as bold 2 dimensional outlines, and the flowing mantling and heraldic ribbon had been discarded entirely. Even so, it was easily recognisable as the Coat of Arms of her house. Lara hated it, but as tattoos went, she had to admit that it was actually pretty good. The problem was the heraldic ribbon directly beneath the shield.
The delicate ribbon of her actual Coat of Arms had been replaced by a much larger one, approximately 1.5 inches wide, with a solid black outline. The ribbon had twin-forked ends, and started on the upper curve of her buttocks, in line with her waist. It ran horizontally across her ass cheeks, before curving suggestively downwards between them, mimicking the panty-line of a G-string. Lara went pale when she saw what was written across the ribbon. Instead of CROFT, the ribbon tattooed across her upper ass had the words “CUM SLUT” written across it in bold 1.25 inch high Old English font, with one word on each butt cheek.
Lara was horrified. The sight of the humiliating tattoo made her want to throw up. The fact that the Coat of Arms above it was largely unchanged made her feel even worse; for now the “C” on her Coat of Arms no longer stood for CROFT; now it stood for CUM SLUT. Another cherished part of her life had been ruined by Jacqueline Natla.
“This’ll look great in the front window.” Damien said, snapping a photograph of Lara’s lower back with his digital camera.
Lara eyes widened in horror – by leaving her heraldry the same and just changing the lettering underneath it, Natla had made sure that anyone familiar with her Coat of Arms would know that the tattoo belonged to her!
“Please, you can’t show anyone that photograph!” Lara pleaded.
Damien frowned. “I always advertise my best work at the front of the shop. I made that very clear to Jacqueline when she paid.” Damien said.
“What if I… sucked your cock? Would you delete the photo then?” Lara asked quietly, blushing with shame.
Damien flushed, clearly excited by the idea of getting his cock sucked by the beautiful English aristocrat.
“OK, but only if I get to cum on that beautiful face of yours.” Damien said.
Lara lowered her eyes and nodded. Damien smiled and undid his belt. As his pants dropped down around his ankles, Lara knelt down in front of him and grabbed hold of his cock, slowly rubbing it until it was fully erect. With practiced skill, she leaned forward and parted her red lips, sliding the entire length of his cock inside her mouth and down her throat.
“Oh fuck!” Damien moaned, as Lara rhythmically bobbed her face up and down on his shaft, deep throating his cock over and over again. Lara looked up and made eye contact with Damien, while continuing to lick and suck his cock. Damien moaned and his breathing quickened – Lara knew he wouldn’t last long. Lara expertly slid her lips up and down on Damien’s cock, using her wet tongue to add further stimulation to the underside.
Damien’s eyes were half closed now, and Lara could feel him tensing up. Lara continued licking and sucking for a further minute, at which point Damien pulled his cock out of her mouth and started cuming. Damien mustn’t have gotten laid in quite a while, Lara thought, because the amount of cum he produced rivalled even Bogwyn. Cum started jetting from his cock in long, powerful spurts that painted thick, white lines across Lara’s cheeks, nose and forehead. This was followed by several shorter squirts that splashed against her lips and chin.
“Damn! That’s the hardest I’ve cum in my life!” Damien said, rubbing his cock against Lara’s beautiful face and smearing his cum over her skin.
Lara blushed, feeling totally humiliated, but things were about to get a whole lot worse. As Lara stood up, she heard giggling coming from behind her. Turning around, she blushed when she saw Goth receptionist staring at her cum-covered face.
“I guess she really likes the new tattoo.” The receptionist said, laughing uncontrollably.
Lara turned bright red and tried to cover her nakedness with her arms. She felt so humiliated, both for being caught with cum on her face, and for having performed oral sex on a man she’d only just met.
“I just came to tell you that your ride’s waiting outside: some guy called Winston.” The receptionist said, still giggling. “Love the WHORE tattoo, by the way. I think it really suits you.” She added, smirking as she walked out the door.
Lara felt sick, and moved towards the sink in the corner to clean up. When she was done washing her face with water and paper towel, she turned to put her dress back on, but Damien stopped her.
“I’ll need to wrap your tattoo first.” Damien said.
Damien applied moisturising cream and glad wrap to Lara’s new tattoo, and gave her instructions on how to care for it. Then Lara got dressed and walked outside, to where Winston was waiting with her blue Bentleigh sedan. Lara’s revealing red cocktail dress was completely backless, so her new cling-wrapped tattoo was on full display. The low back of Lara’s revealing cocktail dress thankfully concealed up the CUM SLUT ribbon covering her upper buttocks, but the rest of the tattoo was fully visible. Lara’s appearance was already drawing a lot of unwanted attention, and she walked as quickly as she could towards the waiting Bentleigh and got inside.
As she shut the door, Winston looked back at her in the rear view mirror and smiled, before lowering all of the tinted windows, so that people could see inside the car.
“Winston, put the windows back up!” Lara demanded, feeling extremely self-conscious.
“Open the bag on the floor.” Winston said.
Lara did as she was told, and then blushed when she saw a large black 10 inch long dildo, along with a small GoPro video camera.
“I’ll put the windows back up if you strip naked and film yourself masturbating in the back seat.” Winston said.
“Winston!” Lara said, outraged.
“Look, Lara. People are starting to gather around. It would be a shame if anyone recognised you and started taking photos.” Winston said cruelly.
“Alright! Alright! I’ll do it! Just put the damn windows up and get us out of here!” Lara pleaded.
Winston smiled and put the windows back up, before pulling away from the curb.
“Well?” Winston prompted, glancing at her in the rear view mirror.
Lara grimaced and slid her dress up over her head. Opening the bag, Lara removed the Go Pro camera and clipped it onto the rear pocket of the seat in front of her. Next, she pulled out the large black dildo and started licking it, to get it wet. Reaching down between her legs, Lara stroked her delicate clit to get her juices flowing, and then pushed the large dildo inside her. The dildo itself was about the same size as Bogwyn’s cock, so she had no difficulty in accommodating it. Lara’s pussy lips easily expanded to admit the intruder, and she soon had 7 inches of thick black dildo buried inside her.
“Keep going until you cum.” Winston told her.
Lara blushed as she slid the thick, 10 inch long dildo in and out of her cunt, feeling every bump and curve on the shaft as it slid between her smooth pussy lips. Daily fistings from Sarah had made Lara crave bigger and rougher vaginal penetrations, and within moments, Lara was ramming the thick dildo in and out of her hole as fast as she could. The tip slammed repeatedly against her cervix, causing Lara to moan with pleasure.
Lara was breathing heavily now, using both hands to plunge the dildo in and out of her pussy. She could feel herself getting close to orgasming. She increased her pace, practically pounding the dildo in and out of her stretched pussy. Finally, her pussy muscles clenched down onto the dildo and she came. Lara closed her eyes and moaned happily, as her whole body shuddered and shook. When the last aftershock of her orgasm subsided, Lara opened her eyes and looked up at Winston, who had been watching her in the rear-view mirror.
“Why… why did you make me do that?” Lara asked.
“Leverage.” Winston answered. “If you ever try to terminate my employment, I’ll release the video.”
Lara scowled and went to put her dress back on.
“Who said you were finished, slut? Fuck your asshole next.” Winston ordered her.
“Winston, I don’t know what Natla’s done to you, but…” Lara said, trying to reason with her former mentor.
“Natla didn’t do anything except open my eyes to the truth. Now, are you going to stick that dildo in your ass, or do I put the windows back down?” Winston asked, theatrically reaching towards the window controls.
Lara looked outside the car and cringed. They were on a crowded London street, and there were cars and pedestrians all around them, including a packed double-decker bus two lanes over. If Winston lowered the windows now, everyone would be able to see her, sitting completely naked in the back seat of her car.
“No, don’t lower the windows! I’ll be good!” Lara said.
Winston watched as Lara spat into her hand and then reached down and started rubbing saliva into her puckered asshole. Winston was amazed by how much Lara had changed: just a month ago, Lara had been a sophisticated, well-bred English Countess; now, she was a tattoo-covered slut, who had just masturbated on camera, in the backseat of a moving car, in the middle of London. This video would be Winston’s insurance policy: even if Lara managed to somehow escape from Natla’s clutches, which he thought was unlikely, he’d still have enough dirt on her to ensure that she’d be sucking his cock and paying his bills until the day he died.
Even though he felt nothing but contempt for his former boss, Winston was still forced to admit that she was stunningly beautiful. She had the face of an angel and the body of a goddess – it was a shame that she had the mind of a whore, he thought. Winston looked at the WHORE tattoo above Lara’s smooth pussy and smiled. With that tattoo, and her large breasts, Lara looked more like a pornstar now, than an English Countess. Winston wondered, idly, if he could make Lara work as a cam girl, maybe with just her head cropped out of the video. Lara was sure to find the whole thing very humiliating, which Winston definitely found appealing. He’d have to mention the idea to Natla.
Lara grunted, as her asshole stretched open around the thick head of the dildo. Once the thickest part of the black dildo was past her anal ring, she started slowly sliding the rest of the shaft inside her. Soon, she had pushed all but the flared base of the dildo into her asshole. Moving slowly at first, Lara slid the dildo out about half way, and then pushed it back inside. At the same time, she continued to rub her sensitive clit, moaning softly.
“I’ll let you get dressed again, as soon as you cum again.” Winston said.
Lara continued to fuck herself in the ass with the dildo, while rubbing her clit, but a further orgasm proved elusive. Eventually, she resorted to shoving four fingers from her other hand inside her pussy, stretching it open, while at the same time rubbing her sensitive clit with her thumb. After another 10 minutes of trying, Lara finally came again, although this orgasm was much weaker than the first. Winston seemed satisfied though, and allowed her to get dressed. Lara pulled the dildo out, and watched as her asshole gaped open for half a minute, before slowly clenching shut again.
Lara swiftly slid her red cocktail dress back over her head and looped the halter around her neck. Once she was fully clothed again, she looked up and was surprised to see Winston driving down another narrow street. Lara had expected them to be heading towards the motorway, back to Croft Manor.
“Where are we going now?” Lara asked.
“There’s an adult shop a few blocks away. It has gloryhole in the back.” Winston explained.
The colour drained from Lara’s face. “Winston, please…” Lara started.
“Natla’s orders, I’m afraid.” Winston said apologetically, with fake regret.
The car drove for several more minutes, before pulling into a seedy alleyway. There was a door halfway down the alleyway with a large, neon-red “XXX” sign above it, and an arrow pointing down the stairs.
“The rules are simple. Go downstairs and ask to use the gloryhole. Suck off 12 guys and then come back upstairs. Natla will be watching you through the CCTV cameras, so no cheating.” Winston told her.
Winston unlocked the doors, but Lara hesitated to move.
“Well???” Winston asked.
“Winston, there must be some other way.” Lara said, trying desperately to find a way out of this.
Winston took out his phone. “Do you really want me to call Natla and tell her that you’re refusing to cooperate?” Winston said.
“No.” Lara said softly.
“Then get your slutty ass out of this car and down those stairs. Now!” Winston shouted at her.
Lara took a deep breath and reluctantly stepped out of the car. She looked around fearfully, but the alleyway was mercifully deserted. Lara darted towards the entrance to the sex shop as fast as her red platform high heels would allow, and then walked down the narrow staircase. At the bottom of the stairs was an open door, covered by a beaded door curtain that blocked her view inside. The beaded curtain had a picture of a naked woman on it, reclining backwards with her legs akimbo, as if beckoning people to enter between her spread thighs. Lara curled her hips in distaste, and ducked through the beaded curtain.
The room on the other side of the curtain was dimly lit, but much larger than Lara had been expecting. It was mostly open, with the exception of a single row of 1 foot wide concrete pillars that ran down the length of the room at regular intervals, supporting the roof. The space was approximately 40 feet long and 20 feet wide, with a long glass display counter by the entryway, and a wide doorway at the rear of the room, also covered by a beaded door curtain. The concrete floor and ceiling were painted black, while the walls and pillars were a deep red colour. The room was ringed with shelves packed with pornographic DVDs and Blu Rays, sex toys and bondage gear of every description.
Lara froze in the doorway, as she saw, to her horror, that the dimly-lit room was crowded with men, mostly white, but with a sizeable minority of Africans and Asians. Some were browsing the shelves, but most were talking amongst themselves, and there was a loud buzz of conversation that masked her entrance; they hadn’t noticed her yet, but Lara knew that could change at any moment. There was an overweight, middle-aged woman behind the counter, and Lara approached her.
“What can I do for you?” the woman asked her.
Lara swallowed hard and cleared her throat. “I’d… like to use your gloryhole.” Lara whispered, embarrassed.
“What?” The woman asked, leaning closer.
“I’d like to use your gloryhole.” Lara whispered more insistently.
“You’ll have to speak up, love.” The woman said over the background noise.
“I’d like to use your gloryhole.” Lara repeated, slightly louder.
“What?” The woman repeated.
“I’d like to use your gloryhole!” Lara said loudly, at the exact same moment that there was a natural lull in the surrounding conversations.
Lara turned bright red as every pair of eyes in the room stared in her direction.
“Why didn’t you say so? Go down the back, through the beads. It’s the red door on the right.” The woman said grinning.
Lara lowered her head, praying that no one recognised her face in the dim lighting, and walked through the throng of men towards the rear of the showroom. Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see the men staring at her, open mouthed, as she walked past. It was clear from the shock on their faces that no-one as beautiful as Lara had ever come here before, and they could hardly believe their luck.
The beaded curtain at the back of the store was even more explicit than the one at the front: it showed the back of a naked woman, who was kneeling down suggestively in front of a standing, naked man. The back of the woman’s head was blocking the view of the man’s crotch, making it look as though she was giving him a blowjob. Lara ducked through the vulgar beaded curtain and found herself in a smaller room with two red doors, set about 6 feet apart. Men from the showroom were already rushing to form a line outside the left-hand door, and she saw the first man in line open the door and step inside. Lara blushed and opened the right-hand door, walking through and then locking it behind her.
Tyrone’s jaw practically hit the floor when he caught sight of the tall, leggy brunette that walked into the sex shop. She was absolutely gorgeous! He didn’t get a good look at her face in the dim lighting, as his eyes were immediately drawn downwards to her large cleavage, which was being prominently displayed by the low, draping neckline of her red dress. Her chest was perfectly proportioned and seemed to defy gravity, despite the obvious lack of a bra. As she walked past him, he saw the high side slits flash open, exposing the woman’s long, sexy legs, all the way up to her naked hip. No panties either, Tyrone realised with a smile. The dress was backless, and Tyrone caught sight of a tattoo on her lower back. It was some kind of coat of arms that he didn’t recognise, but the subject matter was immaterial: Tyrone knew a tramp stamp when he saw one.
Tyrone had been coming to this sex shop for almost a year now. It was attached to a swingers club that he frequented with his current girlfriend. For female members, it offered them a chance to live out their gloryhole fantasies; for the men, it offered them a cheap way to get their rocks off. Most of the women who came here were either older, or plain looking, or overweight, but Tyrone didn’t mind: it only cost him 20 pounds to get his cock sucked, and the anonymous nature of the gloryhole meant he didn’t have to look at them anyway.
This was the first time that Tyrone found himself wishing he could look at the woman that was sucking his cock. This girl was like something out of a wet dream. She was a sexy goddess in a slutty red dress. Tyrone rushed towards the rear of the store, jostling with the other men to get a place near the front of the line. Clearly everyone in the room was thinking the same thing he was: this was their lucky day!
“She has to be a stripper.” The man in front of him said. “Look at that rack!”
“Could be a pornstar.” Another ventured from behind him.
“When have you ever known a pornstar to have sex for 20 pounds a pop?” a third man said.
“10 pounds; the club keeps half.” Another corrected him.
“Did you see that ass? And that tramp stamp? Fuck, that’s sexy!” the man behind Tyrone said.
“I don’t care who she is, boys, as long as she knows how to give good head!” Tyrone said, smiling broadly as the other men in line laughed in agreement.
Lara found herself in a small square room, approximately 5 feet wide. It followed the same black and red colour scheme as the main shop, except that the concrete floor had been covered with black padded-rubber mats. Lara looked to her left and saw a 5 inch wide hole, surrounded by padded leather. The hole had a long, hard cock poking through it.
Lara wanted to cry. Am I really going to go through with this? She asked herself. Am I really going to suck off a bunch of strangers through a gloryhole? I’ve gone from being a rich, successful, world-famous adventuress to an anonymous gloryhole slut. At that moment, she vowed to herself that she would break free from Natla’s blackmail. She vowed that she would make Jacqueline Natla pay for every indignity she had suffered. She vowed that…
“Hey! You ready to go or what?” She heard the muffled voice on the other side of the gloryhole say.
Blushing with shame at the indecent thing she was about to do, Lara knelt down in front of the hole. After a moment’s hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around the cock and then leaned forward, opening her mouth and swallowing it inside. Lara heard the unknown man groan, as she expertly licked her tongue in small wet circles around the tip of his cock, while jerking off the shaft with her hand. He leaned further forward, pushing his hairy balls through the 5 inch hole in the wall. Lara reached up with her other hand a cupped his balls, slowly massaging them as she sucked his cock.
After a minute of skilful fellatio, the man grunted and shot his load into Lara’s mouth. Lara was careful not to let any sticky cum spill out of her lips. She didn’t want to get any of the stuff on her dress, as she was certain that Winston would not have brought her a change of clothes to wear. As soon as she finished swallowing his warm cum, he pulled away, and the next cock pushed through the hole.
The next cock was also white, but slightly shorter at about 5 inches long. Lara reached up and started jerking it off with her hand, while sucking on it with her mouth. Wanting to get this degrading nightmare over with as quickly as possible, Lara started bobbing her head up and down on the cock, taking it deeper into her mouth. After 30 seconds, she switched her grip to the man’s balls, and started taking the whole cock inside her mouth, gulping loudly as the tip pushed into her throat.
The man moaned loudly and suddenly emptied his balls down her throat. Lara was caught unawares and gagged on his cum. She involuntarily pulled back, and a second jet of cum hit her squarely in the face, splashing off her nose and cheeks. A third spurt splashed against her lips and ran down her chin. By some miracle, no cum had landed on her dress, but Lara wasn’t about to take any more chances. Reaching up, Lara lifted the thin halter neck over her head, careful not to let any part of it touch her cum-covered face. Then she pulled the dress down around her waist, and shimmied it downwards over her hips, before sliding it down her long legs. She neatly folded the dress and placed it in the far corner, before returning to the gloryhole, where another anonymous cock was waiting to be serviced.
This cock was larger, about 7 inches long and black. Lara opened her mouth and slid the cock between her lips. Within moments, she was bobbing her head up and down, allowing the cock to push into her throat at the apex of each thrust. Soon, the cock was slick with her saliva, some of which leaked from the corners of her mouth and dribbled down the sides of her chin. Lara heard the man on the other side of the gloryhole swear appreciatively. Despite her humiliating predicament, Lara felt herself smile around the cock in her mouth. She had always been highly competitive, and the man’s honest reaction to her sexual prowess filled her with a perverse sense of pride.
“Holy fucking sssssshit!” Tyrone moaned.
He was in total ecstasy. Tyrone had always thought that his girlfriend gave good head, but the woman on the other side of this gloryhole was operating at a whole other level. She had turned the simple act of giving oral sex into an art form. Tyrone prided himself on being able to hold off on cuming. He considered himself a gentleman in bed, always making sure to get his partner off before he did – ladies first, as the saying went; but he knew that this sexy stranger had his measure. He didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of holding off from cuming.
He tried slowing his breathing and thinking about other things, anything to try and delay the inevitable, and to enjoy the anonymous woman’s talented mouth for a few seconds longer, but it was futile. In less than 3 minutes, she had him spurting like a firehose. Tyrone groaned as his cum jetted into the warm mouth on the other side of the wall. Holy shit, she was good!
Lara gagged as the first spurt of cum splashed against the back of her throat. Lara swallowed as fast as she could, but more cum kept erupting from the cock she was sucking. She felt the warm, sticky cum slide obscenely down her throat, as she sucked the large cock dry. When she had swallowed the last few dribbles, the cock pulled back out of the gloryhole.
“Thanks babe. You were incredible!” Lara heard the man on the other side of the wall say.
“You’re welcome.” Lara answered automatically, before she could stop herself.
Lara blushed, both embarrassed by what she was doing, and at the strange pride she felt at being so good at it. The next cock pushed through the hole: this one was brown, so she guessed that it belonged to an Asian, probably an Indian or Pakistani. Without missing a beat, Lara wrapped her lips around it and started deep-throating it like a pro. Lara’s throat made slutty gulping noises, as it repeatedly stretched open around the cock, but soon those noises were drowned out by the loud grunts of the anonymous man on the other side of the gloryhole. Lara increased her pace, sliding her wet lips up and down over the slick cock, as it plunged into her throat again and again.
Lara felt the guy tense up and pushed her face forward until her nose was buried in his dark pubic hair. He came a moment later, and Lara felt his warm cum spurting directly down her throat. She swallowed it all, this time without gagging. He pulled out a moment later, leaving a wet mixture of cum and saliva trickling down Lara’s chin. The spent cock withdrew from the gloryhole, and moments later a fresh one replaced it – this time it was another white one. Lara opened her mouth and started sucking it without a second thought.
This guy only managed to last 2 minutes inside Lara’s talented mouth, before filling her throat with more warm cum. Lara swallowed as quickly as she could, but the guy came like a fire hydrant, and soon cum was spilling down her chin and dripping down onto her chest. Lara looked at her cum coated breasts and felt incredibly turned on by it. She started blowing the next cock through the gloryhole, a black one this time, and soon he too was ready to cum. Lara didn’t understand why she did it, but at the last moment she pulled back from the gloryhole, curled her fingers around his stiff shaft and started jerking him off over her chest.
Within moments, thick ropes of cum were splattering against her perfectly shaped mounds. Lara reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clit, as she jerked the cock off over her tits. The cock withdrew and the next one pushed through. Lara bobbed her mouth up and down on it, while continuing to rub her excited clit. A few minutes later, she pulled back and jerked him off over her breasts as well. Her breasts were now slick with cum, and Lara reached up and rubbed it into her skin, revelling in the kinkiness of what she was doing.
The cock withdrew and another one replaced. Lara licked and sucked it like a pro, until he too was ready to cum. Acting on impulse, she pulled the cock from her mouth and started jerking it off in front of her face. Lara shivered as the warm cum spurted against her cheeks and forehead. He pulled his shrinking cock out of the hole, and the next guy thrust his erect cock through in its place. Lara opened her mouth and swallowed it inside.
This is so degrading! Lara thought, as she bobbed her mouth up and down on the anonymous cock. So why am I feeling so turned on by it? She wondered. It’s not my fault! Natla did this to me! Lara told herself; but another voice whispered in her mind: Did she? Or did she just expose what you really are? Lara pushed the thoughts from her mind and focused on the cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked it until she felt him tense. Then she pulled back and took another load on her beautiful face.
Lara licked and sucked each and every cock that was thrust through the gloryhole. Some she swallowed, but most she let cum over her face and chest. She lost count of how many she had serviced – was it 10, 15, 20? She kept going. She tried to convince herself that it was because she had to make sure she had blown more than 12, so that Natla didn’t punish her; but her deep down she knew the real reason. She was enjoying herself too much to stop.
Time lost all meaning for her. Lara’s world shrunk down until it consisted of nothing more than the sight, taste and smell of cocks and cum. It came as a surprise when finally, after what seemed like an eternity of sucking, licking and jerking, no new cocks pushed through the gloryhole. Lara waited, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else coming. After a minute, there was a knock at the door.
A female voice said, “You can come out now. They’ve all left.”
Lara looked over at her dress, but realised that she’d ruin it if she tried to put it on in her current state.
“Is there anywhere I can clean up?” Lara asked through the door.
“There’s a staff bathroom.” The female voice said.
Lara gingerly opened the door and peeked outside. The female store attendant smiled in amusement, as she caught sight of Lara’s naked, cum-covered body.
“They sure did a number on you.” She said, unlocking a third door in the small outer room. This door was against the far wall and painted black, which was probably the reason that Lara hadn’t noticed it earlier. Picking up her dress as carefully as she could, Lara stumbled towards the staff toilet. The toilet had a large mirror over the basin, and Lara almost didn’t recognise her reflection. She was a gooey mess! Her entire front was plastered in a sticky, glistening layer of cum. It coated her chest and stomach, and trickled down between her breasts. Her face was almost unrecognisable, with thick strands of cum crisscrossing her cheeks and forehead, and dribbling down her nose and chin.
Lara used wet paper towels to wipe up the cum from her skin, as best she could. Then she dressed back in her degrading red cocktail dress and made for the exit.
“Here.” The overweight woman said, pushing a small wad of cash into Lara’s hand.
“What’s this for?” Lara asked.
“Each of the guys paid 20 pounds to use the gloryhole, and half of that is yours. You made 260 pounds today. Not bad for one and a half hours work!” The woman told her.
“260?” Lara asked, confused.
“Yeah, you sucked off 26 guys. That’s got to be some kind of record. Come back anytime.” The woman said.
Lara blushed with shame at the thought that she had just prostituted herself for money. Natla had turned her into a cheap, nasty whore, selling blowjobs for 20 pounds a pop; but that wasn’t even the worst of it: Lara still felt horny! She had been rubbing her clit for the better part of an hour, but hadn’t managed to make herself cum. Gritting her teeth, Lara strode up the stairs, back out into the alleyway. Thankfully, Winston was parked right out front, in the Bentleigh.
Lara slid into the back seat, and turned bright red when she made eye contact with Winston in the rear-view mirror. She didn’t know what was more embarrassing: that she had just whored herself out to 26 anonymous men at a gloryhole, or that Winston knew what she had done. Winston smiled and pulled out of the alleyway, driving back through the busy London streets towards the motorway and home.
Lara tried to sit still, but she was still feeling incredibly horny and frustrated. She started fidgeting around in her seat, squeezing her thighs together in a futile attempt to make her indecent desires go away. Winston’s gaze flashed repeatedly between her and the road in front.
“Something the matter, Lara?” Winston asked.
“Nothing.” Lara mumbled back.
“You know, the dildo’s still in the back seat – if you have any urges you need to satisfy. All you have to do is ask.” Winston told her.
Lara bit her lip but didn’t answer. They drove for another 20 minutes, pulling onto the motorway. Lara’s resolve started to weaken. She didn’t want to say the humiliating words, but she felt so horny!
Lara blushed and lowered her head in shame. “Winston… could I please… use the dildo?” she asked.
Winston laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Earlier that morning, he had used blackmail to force Lara to masturbate in front of him; and now here she was, 2 hours later, asking for permission to do exactly the same thing.
“I’ll allow it, if you do it in front of the GoPro.” Winston told her.
With unseemly haste, Lara reached into the bag and clipped the GoPro in place on the back seat pocket and pressed record. Then she lifted her dress up around her waist, exposing her smooth pussy and WHORE tattoo. Winston watched as Lara rubbed the bulbous tip of the dildo up and down her slit. He saw her shiver with pleasure, as she pushed it inside a moment later, stretching her smooth pussy lips open around it. Winston undid his fly and started stroking his cock, while watching Lara’s movement’s in the mirror.
Lara shivered with pleasure, as the large dildo stretched her pussy open around it. Her pussy was so wet with excitement that the dildo easily bottomed out inside her. Lara pulled it halfway out, and then plunged it back inside her hole, ramming the tip of the dildo against her cervix. Lara moaned, pulled the dildo partway out, and then pushed it forward again. The large dildo felt so good inside her, and Lara increased her pace, furiously pistoning the 10 inch long dildo in and out of her pussy.
After several minutes of furious fucking, Lara tensed and came, causing a wet patch to form on the creamy leather seat beneath her. Lara blushed and pulled her red dress back down over her thighs, before putting the dildo away. She looked up and saw Winston stroking his cock.
“Come up here and finish me off.” Winston ordered.
“I can’t. The windows in the front aren’t tinted.” Lara protested.
She feared that Winston might order her anyway, but instead, he put his cock away and drove onwards. Lara breathed a sigh of relief, and settled back in her seat to enjoy the ride. The rest of the 2 hour ride back to Croft Manor was mercifully uneventful. When they finally pulled into the driveway, Lara walked unsteadily towards the front door, and stepped inside. Natla and the rest of her staff were waiting for her in the main hall, although Sarah appeared to be absent. Zip was holding a camera and had an excited look on his face.
“Take off your dress and show us your new tattoo.” Natla told her.
Blushing, Lara lifted the skimpy red cocktail dress up over her head, revealing her naked body to the gathering. Lara heard repeated clicks, as Zip started taking dozens of photographs with his camera.
“Turn around.” Zip said.
Lara complied, and shivered when she felt Winston come forward and remove the cling wrap covering her new lower back tattoo. As soon as the humiliating tattoo was fully revealed, Zip took more photographs, zooming in on her new humiliating tattoo. Lara braced herself for the cruel comments that were sure to follow.
“C for Cum Slut! That’s hilarious!” Zip said, laughing.
“We should change every coat of arms in Croft Manor to match.” Alistair said. “And make Lara change her surname to Cum Slut as well!”
“Cum Slut does suit her more than Croft – and Cum Slut Manor does have a certain ring to it.” Winston joked back.
“Can you imagine it? Lara attending a royal ball and being introduced as Lady Cum Slut, the Countess of Abingdon?” Alistair said.
All the men laughed, while Lara’s face went pale, imagining the humiliation of going through life as Lady Lara Cum Slut. The thought made her want to die of shame.
“Countess Cum Slut – That’s hilarious!” Zip giggled, unable to stop himself from joining in the humour.
After Zip finished taking photographs of Lara’s new tattoo, Natla handed her a pile of folded clothes and a pair of white runners. Lara was confused, because they weren’t the usual humiliating fetish clothes; they were normal clothes – her clothes.
“Go upstairs, shower and get dressed.” Natla told her.
Lara hesitated, looking over at Natla in confusion.
“If you don’t want to wear regular clothes, I can always put the SLAVE collar back on you.” Natla said.
Lara quickly grabbed the pile of clothes from Natla’s outstretched arms and walked upstairs. If Natla was going to let her wear normal clothes again, then she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Lara walked into her bedroom and laid the folded clothes on the bed, before taking a long, hot shower. The warm water felt wonderful on her skin, and soon she had washed all of the sweat and cum from her earlier ordeals off her smooth skin. When she got out, she dried herself off and then applied elasticity cream to her pussy and ass, and to the new tattoo on her lower back. Then she walked back into the bedroom to dress.
Lara put on a pair of white panties and a matching bra. Then she pulled on a pair of skinny blue jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt. Last came a pair of white ankle socks and the white runners. Lara smiled, feeling almost normal again. She walked back downstairs, where Natla told her to sit down and wait. Lara only had only been waiting for 15 minutes when the doorbell rang.
“Right on time.” Natla said, looking down at her watch.
Winston went to answer the door and Lara was shocked to see half a dozen uniformed police and two plain clothes detectives, one of them female, enter the Manor House.
“This way, gentlemen.” Winston told them.
Winston grinned as he led the police into the Library, towards the secret room hidden behind one of the bookcases. Pressing the secret button recessed into the top shelf of the bookcase, he unlocked the false wall, allowing it to swing open at the centre like revolving door. The false wall opened out into a narrow corridor that ran for almost 30 feet, before coming to another door. This door was made of 1 inch thick steel and had an electronic access panel on it. Winston keyed in the access code and unlocked the door.
Inside, stacked on top of steel racks that circled the entire edge of the 15 foot long by 10 foot wide room, was Lara’s personal armoury. There were 6 AR15 style rifles, fitted with different scope and accessory setups, 2 AK47 assault rifles, 2 bolt action sniper rifles, 3 shotguns with folding stocks, and an entire cabinet filled with Glock, Walther and Heckler and Koch pistols. There was even a 40mm grenade launcher and an FN Minimi light machinegun sitting in the corner. The remaining cabinets were filled with explosives, hand grenades and flashbangs, spare magazines and thousands of rounds of ammunition. This wasn’t just at armoury, it was an arsenal – and it was all highly illegal.
Fully automatic and semi-automatic rifles and pistols had all been banned in the United Kingdom since 1997, after the Dunblane School Shooting. The penalty for possessing even one was up to 14 years in prison, and Lara had dozens of them.
The two plain clothes detectives returned to the main hall, accompanied by two of the uniformed officers. The female detective moved in front of her and gestured for Lara to stand.
“Lara Croft, I’m arresting you for possessing prohibited firearms and explosives. You do not have to say or do anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, anything that you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand that?” The female detective told her.
Lara stood frozen in shock, as the two uniformed officers moved in and handcuffed her wrists together behind her back. She looked over a Winston, who smiled smugly, apparently untroubled by his horrific betrayal of her trust. Lara was led from Croft Manor with her head bowed, feeling utterly hopeless and defeated. As she sat down in the back seat of the police car, flanked by the two detectives, she looked through the window at her ancestral home, and wondered if she would ever see it again.
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