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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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Thirteen weeks have passed since Lady Lara Croft signed over her noble title to her former friend Sarah Green, the billionaire heiress, and agreed to become her maid and sex slave for one year. Since then, Lara has become a sexual plaything for not only the new Countess of Abingdon, but also her former staff as well. Recently, she learned that Sarah now owned the software company responsible for creating the Tomb Raider computer game franchise and had released a new game featuring a much more sexualised Lara Croft. Lara agreed to help promote the new game at a gaming convention, but unknown to her, much of its runaway success was owed to professional mods (commissioned in secret by Sarah) which transformed it into the world’s first mainstream open-world porn game. Lara was tricked into publicly supporting these mods, meaning that as far as the media and her fans know, she’s fully onboard with her game character appearing in hardcore sex scenes and being turned into a prostitute. Predictably, Lara’s reputation among polite society takes a nosedive, even as her fame and popularity with her loyal fans explodes.
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Lara attended the Computer and Gaming Convention in London on all four days, to promote her new game. Thankfully, there were no further press conferences and while she did pose for more photos in front of the massive greenscreen, there was no repeat of the events of the first day – when Sarah had allowed dozens of anonymous strangers to fuck her in the ass, while she posed for photos through the greenscreen. Lara still blushed at the memory, partly because she had to smile and pose with fans while she was being sodomized, and partly because Sarah told her that all of the men fucking her knew her. Now, she would never be able to attend another high society party without wondering which of the men present knew her dirty little secret.
The last day of the convention had been yesterday, and now life was returning to normal. No, Lara thought, there was nothing normal about a high-born Countess living as a virtual sex slave inside her own Manor house. Sarah had given her the week off from her domestic and sexual duties, so that she’d be well rested for the Convention, but now that had come to an end. So, after her morning exercises, Lara found herself padding naked down the long corridor towards the Zip’s bedroom, with a large black butt plug stretching open her ass. After so many weeks, it still felt weird to walk around the Manor House while feeling her long ponytail swishing against her naked back.
Lara was surprised to find only Tori inside waiting for her, with Zip nowhere to be seen. Ever since her former staff had learned of her shameful sex slave contract, Tori and Zip had always used her together. Lara suspected this was Tori’s doing, since she obviously felt threatened by Lara’s beauty that wanted to make sure that her former boss didn’t steal her boyfriend. The fact that Tori seemed pleased to see her already had Lara feeling on edge. The broad smile on Tori’s pretty face made Lara both anxious and excited by what her former maid had in store for her.
No sooner had Lara stepped into the room, when Tori pushed her against the doorframe and pressed her lips against Lara’s. Torri forced her tongue inside Lara’s mouth, and Lara found herself instinctively returning the French kiss. When Tori finally broke off the kiss, Lara’s eyes narrowed when she saw that Sarah was wearing an expensive Egyptian cotton bathrobe monogramed with the letters “L.C.” Lara doubted that Tori would have taken her bathrobe without permission, which meant that Sarah was now giving away her personal possessions for the staff to use.
“Do you like my new robe? I think it suits me much better than you.” Tori said.
Lara reddened but refused to let herself be baited.
“Good morning, Ma’am.” Lara said, curtseying politely, since this was the first time she had seen Tori that day.
“Mmmm… it’s so good to have you back where you belong.” Tori said, taking her by the hand and leading her towards the bed.
Tori undid her bathrobe and Lara saw that she was naked underneath. The dark-haired Tori had a pretty face and a sexy body, although her B-cup breasts were considerably smaller than Lara’s full D-cups. Tori was also an inch shorter than Lara and her ass was much bigger, giving her a bottom-heavy appearance. PAWG was the word she’d heard Zip use to describe her – Phat Assed White Girl. Lara found herself understanding what Zip saw in her, although she was at a loss to understand how he managed to put-up with her bitchy personality.
Tori sat back on the bed and spread apart her thighs. Without instruction, Lara immediately dropped to her knees and pressed her face against Tori’s crotch. As Lara started licking her tongue across Tori’s pussy, Tori sighed contentedly and stroked her fingers through Lara’s hair, patting her like a pet.
“I bet you’re wondering where Zip is.” Tori said teasingly.
Lara’s mouth was too busy to answer, but she was curious.
“Zip wanted to take part in the gangbang the others have planned for you.” Tori explained, as Lara dutifully went down on her. “I was initially reluctant to agree, but then Lady Sarah made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
Tori moaned loudly, as Lara hooked a finger inside Tori’s pussy and started rubbing it against her G-spot. Unlike Winston, who referred to Sarah by her stolen Title at all times, Tori had only used the honorific in Sarah’s presence; but that changed when Tori learned of how flustered it made Lara, to hear another woman being addressed by the title that she believed rightfully belonged to her. Tori had never addressed Lara as “My Lady” or “Countess”, so to hear her address Sarah like that was a subtle insult to Lara that told her Tori believed her role-swap with Sarah was well deserved. She’d also teased Lara many times that she hoped it would be permanent.
Tori arched her back and orgasmed, while Lara grew wet imagining how humiliating it would be to spend the rest of her life as a slutty maid. Tori rubbed her pussy up and down Lara’s beautiful face, leaving a wet trail of juices coating Lara’s lips and chin. Then she got up off the bed and walked over to the nightstand. Tori pulled an object from the second draw that made Lara’s jaw drop with disbelief. Tori grinned broadly upon seeing the shocked expression on Lara’s face.
“Do you like it?” Tori asked rhetorically, as she buckled the strap-on dildo around her waist and between her legs.
The black dildo looked like it was modelled on a heavily anthropomorphised horse cock. The enormous horse cock was made of smooth black silicon, which was soft enough to bend, while remaining firm enough to stay horizontally erect, with only a slight downward droop. It had a very authentic-looking set of heavy black balls at the base of the shaft, but instead of a flat, flared equine cockhead, this dildo’s tip was the same diameter as the shaft and rounded to ease penetration. It also lacked the thick medial ring that all equine penises possessed. Instead, it had a gradual taper, being 18 inches long and 2 inches thick at the tip, before gradually widening to just over 3 inches thick at the base.
Tori made a few experimental shakes of her hips, and watched the enormous black horse dildo bounce up and down in front of Lara’s kneeling face.
“Lady Sarah said I could fuck your tight little asshole with any strap-on I wanted – this was the largest one I could find.” Tori explained.
Lara’s heart sank. If Sarah had given Tori permission to do this, then Lara had no choice but to obey her. Lara blushed, as Tori slapped the enormous black dildo against her cheek, and then rubbed it up and down her face.
“Get to it, slut! This dildo isn’t going to lubricate itself!” Tori said.
Lara gingerly opened her mouth and experimentally licked her tongue against the dildo. The dildo had an unpleasant plasticky taste, but Lara steeled herself and began licking her tongue up and down the shaft.
“More saliva! I want it nice and wet, so it goes in easily!” Tori ordered imperiously.
Lara gathered saliva in her mouth and then dribbled it down onto the thick shaft, before spreading it out with her tongue. Lara blushed with shame at how coarse her behaviour was – a far cry from the noble Lady she had been just months earlier. After several minutes of licking her tongue up and down the enormous dildo, the entire shaft was wet and glistening with her saliva. The initial plasticky taste had faded and now all she could taste was her own saliva drenching the dildo. Tori grinned with satisfaction and told her to get down on her hands and knees. Then she felt her former maid remove her butt plug.
“Oh my, look at that gape!” Tori commented excitedly.
Lara’s asshole was gaping open around three-quarters-of-an-inch wide. Rather than concentrating on clenching her anal sphincter shut, Lara instead tried to relax her muscles to ease the inevitable penetration. Tori lined-up the tip of the dildo with Lara’s asshole and pushed.
“What a beautiful sight!” Tori commented, as Lara’s asshole expanded open around the enormous black horse cock.
Lara moaned softly, as the slippery dildo pushed in-between her firm round buttocks. Tori ran an admiring hand over Lara’s ass, as she watched her former boss’s asshole swallow inch after inch of the huge strap-on. Tori managed to slide 9 inches of the dildo into Lara’s stretched asshole, and then pulled back, leaving just the tip inside her. She was forced to admire the perfect smoothness and symmetry of Lara’s asshole. There was not a hint of distention or angry red prolapse. On the contrary, Lara’s gaping asshole looked perfectly smooth and round – like the black hole at the centre of a glazed doughnut.
Tori grinned and pushed the dildo forward again, this time managing to cram an extra inch inside Lara’s anus. Lara groaned, as Tori pulled back and pushed forward again, each time forcing the dildo deeper into her defenceless ass.
“Oh my God! Can you believe how deep I am?” Tori asked giddily.
Lara certainly could believe it. She currently had 12 inches of artificial equine cock pushed up into her rectum. She was actually thankful that Sarah’s morning fisting had already loosened her up, otherwise the experience might have been much more painful. She felt Tori reach a hand down between her thighs.
“Wow, you’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?” Tori said, staring at her wet fingers in disbelief.
Lara blushed when she realised that her pussy was dripping wet. It wasn’t her fault! Sarah had been conditioning her for weeks to associate anal fisting with orgasms, and now her body was just reacting in the way it had been trained. Lara groaned as 15 inches of thick horse dildo speared into her rectum. She felt unbelievably full and her asshole was being stretched to its limits.
“Almost there… just a little more.” Tori said.
Lara didn’t think any more would fit inside her. The enormous horse cock was about the same length and width as Sarah’s upper forearm, but that part of human anatomy was roughly oval in shape, whereas the dildo was round, which gave it an even greater circumference.
“One more time. All the way in!” Tori said.
Lara grunted loudly. She felt her internal organs shifting inside her, to create a path for the smooth black dildo sliding up inside her bowels. She felt her elastic sphincter stretching open impossibly wide around the thick 3-inch-diameter base of the horse cock. And then it was all the way inside her, and she could feel the large black balls of the strap-on slapping against her pussy.
“I didn’t think anyone could take the whole thing. You really were born to be a slut!” Tori commented.
Lara’s face reddened, and Tori knew that her comment was on target. Tori reached underneath Lara’s body and felt the distinct outline of the horse cock bulging outwards through her flat stomach. Tori pulled half way out and then slowly pushed forward again, marvelling at the feeling of the horse cock sliding against her hand through the smooth flesh of Lara’s abdomen.
“This is so trippy.” Tori said.
Lara looked down and stared incredulously at the obscene sight of the horse cock moving in and out of her body. Her stomach was distending outwards around the long thick horse cock like a python swallowing a bird. She could even visually follow its progress by observing how the bulge slithered up along her stomach towards her ribcage, like a snake slithering underneath a blanket. It felt like a log was impaling her asshole. Lara felt short of breath, and she felt certain that the enormous dildo must be pressing against her heart and lungs. Her anus and rectum felt stretched to bursting point, and she feared that she would pass out.
Tori pulled halfway out and then rammed the horse cock back inside Lara’s ass. Lara’s entire body rocked forward and her large breasts swung pendulously underneath her chest. Tori pulled back and slammed forward again. Lara grunted, as she felt the air knocked out of her lungs. Tori rummaged around under the pillows and pulled out a large black vibrator.
“Would you like to cum?” Tori asked, as she paused mid-thrust and pressed the head of the vibrator between Lara’s legs.
“Ughhh Goddddddd!” Lara moaned breathlessly.
Tori removed the vibrator, leaving Lara’s hips wantonly humping thin air.
“I asked you a question.” Tori said, momentarily pressing the vibrator against Lara’s crotch and then removing it again.
“Yesssssssss!” Lara answered breathlessly.
“I can’t hear you!” Tori teased, touching the vibrator to Lara’s pussy and then removing it again.
“Yes, I want to cum!” Lara answered, growing frustrated at Tori’s teasing.
“Ask me nicely.” Tori said.
Lara lowered her head, as she sacrificed her pride and self-respect, and begged her former maid for permission to cum.
“Please, may I cum, Ma’am?” Lara asked pleadingly.
“Alright… but you’re going to have to earn it. I’m going to hold the vibrator between my thighs, and I want you to slide yourself back and forth on the horse cock. Each time you reach the balls, you’ll feel the vibrator against your slutty pussy. Understand?” Tori asked.
Lara nodded, blushing with embarrassment.
“And don’t try to cheat by just holding yourself against it. I want to see you fuck yourself on this big horse cock!” Tori said.
Lara shuffled forward on her hands and knees, and then rocked backwards until all 18 inches of the thick horse cock was impaling her stretched asshole. Then she shifted her weight forward onto her hands, and slid her asshole forward until only about 6 inches of horse cock was still buried inside her. Lara pushed backwards against the horse cock, feeling her asshole slowly stretch open around the thick shaft, until she reached the widest point and bottomed out. Then she moaned, as she felt the head of the vibrator, which was sitting just below the dildo’s balls, buzzing against her wet pussy.
Lara held her position for a few seconds, with the thick horse cock completely impaling her rectum, before a slap on the ass from Tori told her that it was time to rock forward again. Lara pulled out 12 inches and then impaled herself again, and received another reward from the vibrator buzzing against her clit. Tori, who was kneeling behind her with the vibrator squeezed between her upper thighs, had stopped moving her hips entirely, and was literally forcing Lara to fuck herself with the enormous black horse dildo. Lara gasped and moaned each time her pussy met the buzzing vibrator, while her asshole stretched open around the 3-inch-wide base of the dildo.
Tori was also deriving pleasure from the vibrator squeezed between her thighs. Even though the head was resting against the dildo’s balls, the vibrations were transferring up through the long handle into Tori’s crotch. Tori stared admiringly at the firm round globes of Lara’s ass, which seemed to stretch apart impossibly wide around the thick black dildo thrusting in and out between them. This angle made Lara’s sexy hourglass figure look even more extreme, with her buttocks thrust backwards and her lower back lewdly arched, emphasising her tiny waist and showing off the outer curves of her large breasts, which were bouncing freely beneath her chest.
Tori wished she could have seen the expression on Lara’s face, as she slid her ass back and forth along the dildo – she bet it would have been priceless! Tori had initially hated Lara, viewing her as arrogant, condescending and manipulative; but since Sarah had moved into Croft Manor and assumed Lara’s former Title of Countess, Tori had actually found a sort of grudging respect for her former boss. Lara had performed all of the menial maid duties asked of her, not to mention the sexual duties that Sarah and the staff had demanded from her. That’s not to suggest that Tori didn’t still enjoy humiliating and using Lara, or that she liked her as a person. It was simply that their relationship had changed from one of open hostility to something more akin to bickering sisters.
Tori had to admit that she could see what men found so attractive about Lara. Aside from her beautiful face, Lara had the sexy body of a swimsuit model, with long athletic legs, a tiny waist, hourglass hips and large perky breasts. Tori felt slightly less threatened by Lara, since Zip had assured her that her own ass looked better than Lara’s; although, now that she had a closeup view of Lara’s gloriously round buttocks stretched open around the glistening back horse dildo, she started to wonder if Zip was just being sweet. Still, she had finally relented and given Zip permission to fuck Lara without her being present. She figured that a gangbang setting was hardly one in which Lara would have any time to seduce her boyfriend, and it would hopefully lower Zip’s opinion of her even further, so that he would come to see her as nothing but a sexy set of holes and not girlfriend material.
Lara’s movements became more frantic and Tori had to lean forward to stop herself from being knocked over, as Lara was literally slammed her asshole backwards along with glistening horse dildo. Tori noticed that Lara was beginning to short-stroke her thrusts, only pulling out about 6-inches on the horse dildo before slamming herself back down again. Lara’s asshole looked incredible, gaping open around the 3-inch-thick horse dildo. As she impaled her asshole faster and faster, the friction turned Lara’s saliva and ass-juices into a foamy white lather that coated the slippery black horse cock and clung to Lara’s stretched-open sphincter. Tori loved how nasty it looked – a far cry from the elegant and sophisticated English socialite that Lara had been just a few months earlier.
Tori finally had enough of their foreplay and wanted to bring this event to a close.
“Keep repeating that you’re a dirty little slut and I’ll let you cum.” Tori said, as she yanked backwards on Lara’s ponytail and buried all 18 inches of horse cock inside her ass.
“I’m a dirty little slut.” Lara said.
“Louder!” Tori repeated, pushing the head of the vibrator between her pussy and Lara’s, so that both women could experience the full force of it at the same time.
“I’m and dirty little slut! I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara repeated, blushing with humiliation, as she traded the last shreds of her pride for the opportunity to cum.
A moment later, a powerful orgasm rippled through Lara’s body, and wet pussy juices started dripping down her inner thighs. Tori also orgasmed a moment later, and leaned forward to kiss the back of Lara’s slender neck and nibble her ear. Lara collapsed face down onto the bed, with her ass still up in the air, while Tori slid the long horse cock from her ass. As Tori had hoped, the girthy horse cock had left Lara’s once-tight asshole gaping open almost 1.5 inches wide. Tori would have loved to keep Lara here so that she could tease her about it, but she didn’t want Lara’s sphincter to close-up again before the boys got a chance to play with her.
Tori riffled around for Lara’s butt plug and pushed it back inside her ass. She was amazed by how easily the 2.5 -inch-wide back butt plug slid back inside Lara’s asshole. Tori sent Lara on her way to her next appointment with a playful smack on the ass, but not before whispering some more instructions to her, which also had Sarah’s seal of approval. As the naked and blushing Tomb Raider walked off towards the library, Tori smiled in the knowledge that the boys were definitely in for a good time at her expense.
Lara’s asshole had never felt so loose. She felt like she had to clench her anal muscles tight just to keep the huge black butt plug from falling out. Tori had ordered Lara to attend the library for her next sexual encounter. Lara didn’t know what she found more annoying – being ordered about by her former maid or the fact that she felt certain Tori had suggested the location of the library to taint yet another part of Croft Manor with memories of debauchery. It made Lara wonder if she’d ever be able to relax inside Croft Manor, once her year of servitude was over.
Lara walked into the library to find all four of Croft Manor’s male staff naked and waiting for her inside. The library furniture had been pushed to the side, and Zip and Shaun were making adjustments to four UHD video cameras that had been setup on tripods around a large grey mattress, placed in the centre of the room. Lara looked at the mattress and cameras with distaste – she felt like she was walking onto the set of a low-budged porno.
“We’re good to go.” Zip said, ensuring that each camera was positioned to optimally capture the action on the mattress.
Zip told her to get down on all fours on the mattress, and then started ordering her about in a way that just reinforced Lara’s feeling that she was starring in a sleazy porn movie. Lara felt herself blushing with shame at the centre of the mattress, as everywhere she looked, there was an unforgiving camera lens staring right back at her. Her mind couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if one of these videos ever leaked out. Her conscious mind was horrified by the prospect of her carefully cultivated reputation being ruined by the scandal; but her subconscious mind was inexplicably excited at the prospect of her being publicly shamed as a slut.
Lara felt someone pulling out her butt plug, and looked back over her shoulder to see that it was Winston. Even after all these weeks, Lara was still appalled at the eagerness with which Winston, her long-serving butler and oldest friend, participated in her debasement. The butt plug came out with almost indecent ease, as Lara’s well-used asshole effortless expanded around the thickest part. When the 2.5-inch-wide black butt plug was removed, Lara’s gaping asshole was left staring out from between her firm round buttocks. Lara shivered with shame and tried to clench her gaping asshole shut, but a hard slap against her bubble butt from Winston stopped her.
“Relax your muscles, slut! Show the camera what a dirty little girl you are!” Winston said gruffly.
Lara shuddered, as she realised why Zip had been so particular with her body positioning on the mattress, as she looked behind her and saw that one of the UHD cameras was staring straight at her gaping asshole.
“Holy shit! Look at the size of that gape! Tori really did a number on her!” Zip said, leaning in to get a better view.
Lara hid her embarrassed face between her arms, as the degrading comments continued.
Shaun knelt down behind her and thrust his cock inside her 1.5-inch-wide gaping asshole. Lara was horrified when she realised that her asshole had been stretched open so wide that he wasn’t even touching the sides.
“It’s like throwing a sausage down a corridor!” Shaun joked, causing the other men to laugh.
“Ready to start?” Zip asked.
“I don’t know. It still seems a bit gay to me.” Allister complained.
“What’s gay about fucking a beautiful woman in the ass?” Zip countered.
“But our cocks will be touching!” Allister objected.
“Suck it up, man!” Shaun chastised him.
Still grumbling, Allister and Zip got into position. Zip lay down on the mattress and slid himself in between Lara’s legs. A moment later, she felt his black cock sliding inside the gaping entrance to her asshole. Then Allister knelt down behind her and thrust his own cock into the same hole, just above Zip’s. Lara shuddered with the knowledge that she was being sodomized by two cocks at the same time – something that only the nastiest pornstars would even dream of doing. How would she ever be able to look any of her staff in the eye again, and not feel embarrassed?
Lara gasped, as the two cocks slid against each other inside her gaping asshole. While their combined width wasn’t larger than the horse dildo that Tori had fucked her with earlier, they stretched her sphincter open in a different way. The two cocks entered her from slightly different angles, prising her asshole apart like a speculum, while their tips pressed and rubbed against the sensitive walls of her rectum. The feeling of the two cocks rubbing against each other inside her ass sent her embarrassment reaching new heights – partly because of the cameras recording the obscene spectacle from all angles, and partly because of the knowledge that her once tight asshole was now so loose that this was even possible.
“I reckon there’s enough room for a third in here.” Zip said.
God no! Not that, Lara thought desperately!
“I’m game.” Shaun replied.
Shaun walked over and straddled Lara’s backside, before lowering himself down in front of the kneeling Allister.
“Jesus!” Allister exclaimed with distaste, looking away in disgust as Shaun’s elderly backside appeared in front of him.
“Quit your whinging!” Shaun said, as he pressed his cock against the stretched opening of Lara’s already occupied asshole.
“Ugghhhh!” Lara grunted, as Shaun pushed forward against her stretched sphincter.
Lara screamed wordlessly, as her tortured asshole was pushed to its limits. Her asshole spasmed and bulged inwards around the tip of Shaun’s cock. Then her mouth fell open in shock, as she felt her asshole expand open wider than she ever believed possible.
“Oh, yeah!” Shaun moaned triumphantly, as he slid is cock inside Lara’s ass, just above the two already inside.
The three cocks rubbed and twisted against each other, stretching her asshole apart in all directions. It felt even more intense than the horse dildo, because each cock was moving independently, prodding her rectum and prying apart her straining sphincter. It felt like three slippery snakes, twisting around inside her. Shaun’s bodyweight pushed Lara forward, and Zip started motorboating his face between her dangling breasts. The feeling of Shaun’s breath on the back on her neck made Lara’s skin crawl. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any more degrading, Winston stepping in front of her and started rubbing his erect penis against her face.
Lara blushed and dutifully opened her mouth. Lara’s extremely unladylike predicament clearly had the old butler excited, because he immediately grabbed hold of both sides of her head and forced his entire cock between her lips. Lara gagged, as the tip of Winston’s cock slid along her wet tongue and pushed past the tight entrance to her throat. Lara’s throat bulged outwards obscenely around Winston’s cock, as he deepthroated the former Countess. When she felt Winston’s pubic hair mashed against her nose, she knew that he had bottomed-out.
Winston held that position for several seconds, robbing her of breath, before pulling all the way out of her mouth. Lara gasped and spluttered, while saliva from Winston’s wet cock dribbled down her face. Zip suddenly slapped Lara’s cheek to get her attention. Lara froze, more shocked than hurt by the stinging blow.
“Remember what Tori told you, bitch?” Zip asked.
When Lara nodded, Zip grinned and announced, “It’s showtime!”
Almost immediately, Lara’s eyes widened in shock, as without warning she was set upon from all sides by the horny men fucking her. She felt Shaun pull hard on her ponytail, yanking her head backwards, while his other hand encircled her throat and squeezed – not hard enough to block her windpipe, but enough to restrict her circulation and cause her face to redden. Meanwhile, Winston rammed his cock back inside her mouth. Having her head titled backwards at such an extreme angle created a straight line between her mouth and throat, allowing Winston to thrust all the way inside.
Winston had deepthroated her before, but this time he was being uncharacteristically rough about it. He was literally fucking her face, ramming forward so hard that it actually hurt, each time his crotch slammed against her nose. While Lara’s throat made gagging and gulping noises around the cock impaling it, streams of saliva started dribbling down her mouth and chin. To keep from passing out, Lara had to time her breaths to occur in-between Winston’s balls slapping against her chin.
Her throat felt even tighter than usual, thanks to Shaun squeezing his hand around it. Lara thought that he must be able to feel Winston’s cock underneath his grip, almost as though he was giving his old comrade a handjob; but if either Shaun or Winston minded, neither man gave any sign. Zip, Alister and Shaun continued the slow fucking of her stretched ass, with each man occasionally slipping out and having to push back inside her tortured sphincter to regain their place.
“Ughh, I’m getting close!” Winston said through gritted teeth.
Zip stopped thrusting upwards and reached in-between his and Lara’s body until he found her clit. Lara moaned around Winston’s rapidly thrusting cock, as Zip started mercilessly rubbing her sensitive clit. His technique was so hard and rapid that it bordered on painful. Zip’s other hand brutally molested Lara’s right breasts, pulling and squeezing it like a stress ball. At the same time, Allister reached around Shaun’s legs and started alternately slapping his hands against Lara’s left and right buttocks, hitting her hard enough to leave red marks on her flawless skin.
Lara was shocked at how roughly she was being treated. She’d known Winston, Zip and Allister for years! They were practically friends... well, not exactly friends, since they were far beneath her and she treated them like employees; but she was sure that she’d been a good boss to them! Part of her was angry at them for taking such liberties with her, but another part of her – a part buried deep inside her mind – actually felt sorry for how she had treated them. In a rare moment of introspection, Lara felt ashamed of what she had become. Her confidence in her abilities had turned into arrogance; her single-minded desire to succeed had become self-obsession; and her well-deserved pride had turned into arrogant narcissism.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Lara moaned, pulling her mouth away from Winston’s cock, causing his next thrust to glance off her cheek, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum and saliva running diagonally up the side of her face.
“Say the words, Lara!” Zip ordered
“Say it, whore!” Shaun snarled into her ear.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara moaned breathlessly.
“Again! Keep saying it!” Zip ordered, now rubbing her sensitive clit even harder.
“I’m a dirty little slut! I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara squealed in a higher pitched voice, almost crying from the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing.
“You certainly are!” Winston grunted, as he furiously masturbated over Lara’s beautiful face.
Moments later, Winston’s cock erupted across Lara’s face, sending thick ropes of cum crisscrossing her nose, cheeks and forehead. He continued to masturbate over her face, flicking the last few drops of cum down onto her lips. Shaun handed him Lara’s long ponytail, and Winston wiped his cock clean in her dark silky hair. It was a deliberate insult, since everyone knew how much Lara hated getting her hair dirty. Shaun dismounted from Lara’s stretched asshole and walked around in front of her. Shaun immediately thrust inside her slack mouth, forcing her to taste his cock straight from her own asshole – another casual insult. Then he furiously jerked-off over her face and plastered her features with even more sticky ropes of cum.
Zip was next. He slid out from between Lara’s legs and stood up in front of her. With the clitoral stimulation finally ended, Lara tried to collapse forward onto all fours, but Shaun roughly yanked her upright by her ponytail, while wiping his own cock clean with her long hair. Zip took hold of Lara’s ponytail from Shaun and used it as a handle to control Lara’s head, while he fucked her face. Then he pulled out of her mouth and sent powerful spurts of semen splashing against her lips and nose, and dribbling down her chin.
Alister was the last of the group to pull out of Lara’s gaping asshole, and took hold of Lara’s long ponytail like a rider taking hold of a horse’s reins. Alister thrust into her open mouth, again making her taste a cock that had been deep inside her ass just moments before. After a couple of minutes of deepthroating, he pulled out and spurted another load of cum against Lara’s face. Lara beautiful face had taken on the appearance of a glazed doughnut, and she looked almost unrecognisable underneath the gooey layer of sticky cum that was slowly oozing down her flawless skin. Alister also wiped his cock clean in Lara’s long dark hair, which had now been transformed into a sticky matted mess. Shaun walked over to one of the tripods and dismounted the UHD video camera it held. Walking forwards, he aimed the camera directly at Lara’s cum-covered face.
“Say it again!” Shaun ordered.
“I’m a dirty little slut.” Lara said, blushing at the inarguable truth of those degrading words.
Shaun walked around behind her and zoomed in on her gaping asshole. It seemed almost inconceivable that this perfectly round and impossibly deep fist-sized hole could fit in-between Lara’s firm athletic buttocks. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that the image had been photoshopped. On impulse, he reached down and picked-up Lara’s 2.5-inch-wide butt plug. When he pressed it into Lara’s gaping asshole, he saw that it was only marginally wider than her greatly expanded sphincter, and only just touched the sides.
“Damn! She’s going to need a bigger plug!” Zip joked.
Lara shivered with embarrassment, while they all laughed at her expense. Even worse, she had to clench down hard with her tired anal muscles just to prevent the enormous butt plug from falling out of her gaping asshole. She couldn’t believe how far she’d fallen, or how good it had felt. Afterwards, Lara scurried away to use the bathroom. It took considerable effort and all of her considerable muscular control to clench her gaping asshole shut again. She took a long hot shower, as she tried to reaccustom herself to the feeling of having a fully closed asshole again. Then she dried herself off and reluctantly reinserted the large black butt plug, still feeling embarrassed by how easily it now slid inside her.
Lara dressed in her revealing black and white maid’s outfit and then went downstairs for lunch. She ate in silence and tried not to make eye contact with any of the other staff. At one point, she glanced up to see Sarah staring at her appraisingly. Sarah’s knowing smile made Lara blush and immediately look away. After another grinding day of cleaning and dusting, Lara went upstairs, where she pleasured her mistress using her mouth. After Sarah came, Lara’s heart sank when she saw her strap on another enormous black horse cock dildo. The dildo looked almost identical to the one that Tori had fucked her with earlier, except that in the place of the other dildo’s anthropomorphised balls, this 18-inch-long phallus had a small but powerful egg-shaped vibrator mounted beneath it.
Lara’s asshole still hadn’t fully recovered from her earlier abuse, and the 2-inch-wide tip of the horse dildo easily squeezed inside her well-used sphincter. Sarah pushed forward with her hips, and the entire dildo slid effortlessly inside her rectum. Lara grunted, as the tapered dildo thickened towards the base, forcing her asshole to expand open wider around it. Then she moaned loudly, as the 18-inch-long dildo bottomed-out inside her ass. Lara felt the powerful egg vibrator pulsing against her pussy, while her gaping asshole stretched and strained around the thick 3-inch-wide base of the dildo. Sarah pulled halfway out, so that about 9 inches of the dildo emerged from Lara’s gaping asshole, before impaling her again.
Lara moaned lewdly, as she felt more powerful vibrations throbbing against her clitoris. But the next time Sarah pulled halfway out of Lara’s asshole, she held her position. Lara, who was on all fours on the bed, looked back over her shoulder in confusion.
“If you want to cum, you’ll have to fuck yourself on the dildo. Understand?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, My Lady.” Lara replied, seeing a theme emerging in her sexual abuse.
“And when you cum, I want you to repeat the words Tori told you to say. Keep saying them until you finishing orgasming.” Sarah instructed.
“Yes, My Lady.” Lara answered, her face turning crimson with embarrassment.
Lara tried to tell herself that she was only going along with this to get it over with, but deep down she knew that she was lying to herself. The wrongness of the massive horse cock in her ass felt exciting, and she desperately wanted to orgasm. Down on all fours atop the bed, Lara widened her stance, moving her arms and legs further apart for better balance. Then she slid her ass backwards, impaling her asshole on Sarah’s strap-on dildo. Sarah watched in awe, as Lara’s once-tight asshole swallowed the enormous horse cock. Her gorgeously firm buttocks spread wider and wider apart, as the horse cock slid in between them and thickened towards the base, until her bubble butt formed a perfect heart-shape.
Lara moaned, as the vibrator pulsed against her clit. Then she slid forward off the black horse cock, before pushing her ass backwards into Sarah’s crotch.
“My, my, Lara. Your ass has become so loose and sloppy! I wonder what our school friends would say, if they could see you now?” Sarah commented.
Lara blushed with shame at the thought, but kept sliding her stretched asshole up and down the black horse cock. She tried to ignore Sarah’s comments and focus on moving her ass up and down the enormous dildo, but the truth was that Sarah’s cruel words were turning her on the same way that the Manor staff’s earlier rough treatment had.
“Who would have guessed that the high and mighty Lara Croft would turn out to be an anal queen?” Sarah mocked.
Lara’s face reddened, as she felt her orgasm approaching. Just when she was about to orgasm, Sarah rammed forward just as Lara was sliding herself backwards. The horse cock impaled her asshole to the hilt, while the vibrator sent tremors through her entire body. Lara automatically tried to slid forward again, but Sarah held her in place and spoke into Lara’s ear.
“I think I might buy your Title and Estate outright, so that you can pursue your true calling of becoming an extreme anal pornstar!” Sarah said.
The thought of never regaining her stolen Title and being forced to work as an obscene pornstar sent shivers running down Lara’s spine. Her entire body shook, as the tremors of a powerful orgasm rippled through her.
“Tell me what you are, Lara!” Sarah ordered.
As she continued to orgasm, Lara repeated the degrading words over and over again.
“I’m a dirty little slut! I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara moaned continuously.
When her orgasm finally abated, Sarah withdrew the enormous horse dildo from Lara’s gaping asshole. Lara’s once-tight ass closed a little, but only slightly, leaving an impressive 2-inch-wide gape peeking out between her firm buttocks.
“Oh my, how loose you’ve become!” Sarah said in mock surprise.
Lara blushed with shame at her remark. Then she shivered with pleasure, as she felt Sarah’s finger delicately tracing around the circumference of her gaping sphincter.
“Reach back and spread your buttocks for me.” Sarah ordered, while stepping away from the bed to retrieve her digital camera.
Lara rested her chin and against the mattress, reached back behind her and pulled apart her sexy bubble butt, making her gaping asshole appear even wider.
“Wow, look at that gape!” Sarah said, as she started snapping dozens of photos.
“Roll over onto your back. Smile for the camera and keep spreading those cheeks!” Sarah instructed.
Lara rolled over onto her back like a turtle, with her legs tucked into her chest and her hands pulling her ass cheeks wide apart. Lara could feel her face turning bright red, as she smiled while looking directly into her tormentor’s camera. Her humiliation increased with each photograph, as she was forced to become a willing participant in her own degradation. Lara found herself worrying about what would happen if anyone ever saw these photographs, or even worse leaked them to the tabloids. Lara knew that it hardly mattered at this point - Sarah had enough obscene videos and photos to ruin her reputation a hundred times over.
Then Sarah decided to film a short video of Lara masturbating with the horse dildo. Lara sat down on the bed, resting against the backrest, while Sarah sat opposite her. Looking directly into the camera, Lara started sliding the huge horse dildo in and out of her stretched asshole, while simultaneously rubbing her pussy. She was already wet just thinking about being outed as a depraved slut, so it didn’t take her long to orgasm.
“I’m a dirty little slut! I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara moaned wantonly, over and over again, while she came.
That finally seemed to satisfy Sarah, who announced that they should shower and get ready for bed. Of course, it was Lara’s job, as Lady Sarah’s faithful servant, to wash Sarah’s body first, before she was allowed to see to her own needs. Once they were finished, Lara reinserted her large black butt plug and then climbed into bed with Sarah. Sarah was wearing a comfortable night t-shirt and panties, while Lara remained naked, since sex slaves didn’t get to wear clothes. Lara was so exhausted that she fell asleep almost instantly, curling up into a cute foetal position, while Sarah spooned her from behind.
During the two next weeks, Lara returned to her grinding routine of domestic chores and sexual exploitation. It seemed that Tori’s permission for Zip to have sex with Lara without her being present was just a one-time deal. They went back to using her together, in a bizarre ritual that reminded Lara of something from The Handmaid’s Tale. Tori made Lara lie down on her back, and then Tori and Zip would face each other at either end of her body, with Tori sitting on her face and Zip fucking her asshole. Lara found it surreal how Tori and Zip would kiss and caress each other, as if she wasn’t there, while simultaneously fucking her at either end. It was as if they were having sex through her – like she was nothing but a life-sized sex aid.
The other big change was that Alister finally gave into Shaun’s pressuring and now joined him and Winston in group-fucking Lara. Although her pussy was off limits again – at least until the next special occasion designated by Sarah – they all took turns spit roasting her mouth and ass, while regularly changing ends. Ass-to-mouth seemed to be a particular favourite of the men, so Lara was forced to ensure that her anal hygiene was top-notch. How they chose to finish with her was much more variable, with each of the men choosing to cum in her asshole, in her mouth or on her face with equal frequency.
Sarah continued the instruction that Lara was to tell anyone fucking her what a “dirty little slut” she was, whenever she orgasmed. The added humiliation this caused only seemed to heighten her arousal, and she found herself saying that degrading phrase with alarming regularity. Sometimes the staff would order Lara to play with herself while they fucked her or came on her face, but to her great shame, she had begun touching herself even when no instructions were given. Her saying, “I’m a dirty little slut” had started out as just another humiliating ritual, but the more she said it, the more Lara worried that it was actually true.
In the mornings, Sarah went back to fisting her asshole, but now she decided to fuck Lara with the horse dildo and vibrator every night. Lara was secretly disappointed to be missing out on the double 8-inch strap-on dildos that Sarah had been using to fuck her previously. While most girls would have classified them as large, Lara found them very comfortable and she loved the sensations they gave her while they double penetrated her pussy and asshole.
It also created the problem that her asshole was now being stretched to capacity both morning and night; and the fact that Sarah loved teasing her about how loose her ass had become only increased her anxiety. Lara was already performing her anal Kegel exercises every time she removed her butt plug to shower or use the toilet; but now, she went to the extreme lengths of secretly adding anal exercises to her morning workout routine. She’d searched around her gym and found one of her old grip strength trainers that she’d used to strength her hands when she’d first taken up rock climbing.
Most hand grips were very simple – two straight grips connected to a spring at one end, which the user would compress by squeezing the two grips together in their hand. This was a high-end model that included variable reach and resistance. At the end of her workout, Lara went into the toilet and locked the door to ensure that she wouldn’t be disturbed. She set the gip strength trainer to its lowest resistance and shortest reach, so that the two grips were almost touching. Then she removed her butt plug, bent forward at the waist and inserted the grips inside her asshole.
It was painful at first, and she could only open the grips about an inch or so; but by the end of the first week, she was able to open the grips a full 3 inches wide and then squeeze them shut again, using only her anal muscles. Ever the perfectionist, Lara even varied the orientation of the grips between vertical, horizontal and diagonal, so that she could hit her anal muscles from different angles. She spent almost 10 minutes every morning training her asshole in this way. She would have died of embarrassment if anyone had caught her, but her efforts paid dividends, and by the end of the second week, her asshole had achieved a grip strength of almost 30 pounds.
Two weeks after the Computer and Gaming Convention, Sarah informed the staff that there would be another Charity fundraiser dinner being held at Croft Manor. Tori, Winston and Shaun all flew into preparation mode, deciding upon the menu and place settings, and ordering food and wine for the event. On the morning of the Charity dinner, Lara had a conversation with Sarah, hoping against hope that she could spare herself from more humiliation in front of her former social peers.
“Lady Sarah, can I please have a word?” Lara asked, curtseying respectfully.
“Of course, Lara. What’s on your mind?” Sarah asked.
“I know you said that I have to keep the butt plug in all day,” Lara said nervously, “but I’m worried that the guests might see it when I bend over.” Lara said.
It was a legitimate concern. The only panties that Sarah allowed her to wear were black G-strings, and the floss-thin material that ran up between her buttocks would do nothing to conceal oval-shaped base of the plug. It was even more of a problem, since her scandalously short French maid’s dress had a habit of riding upwards and flashing her ass whenever she bent over or curtseyed.
“I was wondering if I could have permission to remove it during the Charity dinner?” Lara asked hopefully, while expecting the worst.
Sarah’s face went serious, and Lara worried that she might be punished for her suggestion.
“I suppose that would be alright,” Sarah said, “But are you sure that’s wise? Your asshole’s getting pretty sloppy. I’d hate for you to fart at an inopportune moment and embarrass yourself.” Sarah said.
Lara was both angered and embarrassed by Sarah’s words, but she was wise enough to hold her tongue.
“I’ll… try not to embarrass myself, My Lady.” Lara answered diplomatically.
“That a girl!” Sarah said, giving her a playful slap on her backside as she walked past. Then she stopped in the doorway. “But just to be safe, I’ve had all the guests sign non-disclosure agreements, as a condition of attendance. A few complained, but most of them heard about your spanking at the last event and couldn’t wait to hand over the 10,000-pound attendance fee.”
Lara initially felt relieved that all of the guests would be signing non-disclosure agreements, but then the second part of what Sarah had told her sunk in: the previous guests were already gossiping about what had occurred at the last dinner. No doubt, scandalously exaggerated stories of Lara’s public spanking were already doing the rounds at every high society social club and party. And now it seemed that rather than feeling sorry for her, more of her former friends were paying 10,000-pounds a head to be present for her next humiliation.
Croft Manor was once again a hive of activity, with all of the staff busily preparing for the Charity dinner being held that night. Lara spent her morning assisting Shaun in the kitchen, followed in the afternoon by assisting Winston and Tori with setting up the long dining table. Lara was excused from her sexual duties, so that she’d be fresh for the party, but that didn’t lessen her anxiety, as she waited for the evening to arrive. The last dinner had seen 60 guests attend, and Lara had been shocked when most of them eagerly paid to participate in her public spanking – precipitated by Lara forgetting her place and gossiping too much with the guests she was supposed to be serving, leading to Sarah deciding that she needed to be punished. This dinner was going to have 80 guests, and Lara was determined not to give Sarah any excuse to publicly humiliate her again.
Dressed in a fresh black and white maid’s outfit, but minus her usual butt plug, Lara waited downstairs for the first guests to arrive. At just past 6.00pm, the doorbell rang and Winston welcomed the first group of guests into “Green Manor”, as Sarah liked to refer to it. It still irked Lara to hear her ancestral home being referred to by Sarah’s surname, even if only temporarily while she held Lara’s Title of Countess of Abingdon. Sarah looked simply stunning, with her hair and makeup professionally styled, and dressed in an expensive red cocktail dress, with a matching pair of red-soled black leather Louboutin high heels. She was also wearing a set of Lara’s favourite diamond earrings and a matching diamond necklace. Looking at Sarah’s gorgeous outfit made Lara feel like a pauper in her revealing black and white French maid’s outfit.
As the first guests entered the Manor house through the grand front entrance, Lara curtseyed politely and offered to take their coats, while respectfully referring to each of them as either Sir or Ma’am. The first guests had attended the previous dinner, and so didn’t seem surprised by Lara’s obeisance, although the female guests still smiled with arrogant amusement at her plight, while the men took the opportunity to stare down her low-cut top at her cleavage. The next group of guests had not attended the previous dinner, and their reaction to her was more amused.
“Oh my God! She’s dressed like a slutty French maid!” One of the women commented, as Lara curtseyed low before them.
“She looks like a stripper!” Another joked.
Dressed in their fine gowns and jewellery, the group of a dozen women all laughed at Lara’s appearance and openly delighting in her fall from grace. Lara blushed with shame at their comments and silently took the woman’s coat.
“She doesn’t look so high and mighty now!” Another woman commented.
Lara’s humiliation was increased by the realisation that so many of her former social circle obviously disliked her. She wondered if they had always secretly been jealous of her great beautiful and her status as an aristocratic Countess. Again, Lara blushed but remained silent, not wanting to appear rude and thereby give Sarah an excuse to punish her again. Lara’s suspicions were confirmed when she glanced across the room and saw Sarah watching her intently. But Lara didn’t have time to dwell on it, as more guests started arriving.
Lara curtseyed again and politely asked each guest, “May I take your coat, Sir? May I take your coat, Ma’am?” and then forced herself to smile, while they mocked her appearance and laughed at her expense.
It turned out that about half of the 80 guests were new and had paid 10,000 pounds each, just for the novelty of being waited upon by a Countess – even though she didn’t technically hold that Title anymore. Lara was quickly learning that many of the upper society people who had pretended to be her friends secretly resented her and wanted to see her ruined. The lecherous behaviour of the men staring at her breasts and ass Lara could understand, but she found the snide comments of the women the most hurtful. These jaded women thought it was hilarious that someone as rich and famous as Lara Croft had been humbled and reduced to role of menial servant, and they took every opportunity to emphasise their newfound superiority.
As the guests were seated, Tori and Lara moved amongst them, serving the first courses of food, while Winston poured wine for the guests. Lara could tell that the guests were all gossiping about her – they would talk and laugh amongst themselves, but then fall silent whenever she approached. She saw several of them whispering to each other, while others giggled at whatever degrading jokes were being made at her expense. And whenever she walked away to fetch more plates, they would all burst out laughing behind her back. Lara tried to ignore their comments, but she couldn’t help but hear snippets of their conversations.
“The arrogant bitch is finally getting what she deserves.” One woman whispered to her companion.
“I’d pay half of my inheritance to have the slut working as my indentured maid.” A lecherous younger man commented to his friend.
“A Countess reduced to serving as a maid in her own house. How delightfully scandalous!” An older aristocratic woman remarked.
Lara kept her head down, serving each new course of food as it became ready, and then clearing away the used plates and cutlery in preparation for serving the next course. When all five courses were finished, Lara helped clear away the last of the plates, while Winston invited the guests into the great hall for drinks. Tori and Lara walked amongst the groups of guests, serving champagne from large silver trays. Several of the groups tried to engage Lara in conversation, but she politely declined. She informed them that she had duties to perform, and that Lady Sarah didn’t like her forgetting her place and speaking with the guests. It was true, but it was still an embarrassing admission for someone of her former high status to make – an admission that she had given up any pretence of being the guests’ equal and had fully accepted her role as a lowly servant.
Most of the guests found her explanation very amusing, and joked that she’d better get a move on, if she didn’t want to suffer another public spanking. Lara blushed with shame at the reminder of her humiliating public spanking at the previous party. She also didn’t like the excited gleam in the eyes of the guests when her humiliating punishment was mention. It seemed to her that they wanted to see her punished and humiliated, and they weren’t even trying to hide it. With her ears still burning from their laughter, Lara politely excused herself and rushed away to continue her demeaning servant’s duties. Suddenly, Sarah tapped her champagne glass to call for silence.
“Ladies and gentlemen. As promised, may I present tonight’s guest of honour: Richmond Duval.” Sarah announced.
Lara’s ears pricked up at the mention of a “guest of honour”, since Sarah hadn’t mentioned anything to her or the other staff.
“Mr Duval is going to entertain us with an exhibition of his extraordinary artistic talents. In front of our very eyes, he will be sketching a nude life model in various poses. He will then transform those sketches into paintings that will be auctioned at the next Charity dinner.” Sarah explained.
There was enthusiastic applause from the gathered guests. Lara had never heard of Richmond Duval, but the guests apparently had and were extremely excited by the prospect of watching him create art. Unknown to Lara, Richmond Duval was the hottest new thing in the London art scene, and he was touted to become the next Pablo Picasso or Jackson Pollock. Already, his paintings were fetching tens of thousands of pounds, in anticipation that when he died, they would probably be worth millions.
Mr Duval was a rather unremarkable-looking man: short and pudgy, of indeterminate age, clean-shaven with a prematurely balding hairline, and wearing a plain brown suit. Mr Duval accepted the guests’ applause with a bow, and then pointed towards the centre of the room. Winston followed behind him, carrying a wooden artist’s easel, which looked like a cross between a tripod and an A-frame. After setting down the easel, Winston approached Lady Sarah and made a show of whispering into her ear, while Mr Duval started unpacking his sketching papers and pencils.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid we have some terrible news. The model that we hired for tonight’s exhibition has been involved in a car accident and will not be attending.” Sarah announced.
There were groans of disappointment from the guests, who were clearly looking forward to seeing a nude model being sketched before their eyes.
“Couldn’t he draw something else?” One guest asked.
“Mr Duval is only interested in drawing naked models, so unless we have any volunteers…” Sarah said, spreading her hands apologetically.
“What about Lara?” One particularly bitchy woman shouted out.
There was amused laughter at her suggestion, but soon it was joined by excited murmuring. Why not Lara, several of the guests asked? After all, wasn’t she just a servant now? It would have been unthinkable for a Countess to disrobe in front of a room full of people, but Lara wasn’t technically a Countess anymore. And wasn’t it her job to keep her Lady’s guests happy? Why should they be denied an art exhibition, when Sarah could just order Lara to fill in for the absent model?
“I’d have to check with Lara.” Sarah said, motioning for Lara to join her just out of earshot of the other guests.
“So, what do you say?” Sarah asked, smirking.
“Absolutely not, My Lady!” Lara said firmly.
“Fair enough. I won’t force you.” Sarah said.
Lara breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’ll just show them one of Mr Duval’s previously completed works instead. How about the picture hanging in our bedroom?” Sarah suggested.
Lara’s face paled in horror. That painting – titled, “The Countess Entertains Her Guests” – showed Lara on her hands and knees, being gangbanged with a cock in her pussy, a second one in her ass and a third one having just been inside her mouth, with drooping strands of saliva stretched out between the tip and Lara’s wet lips.
“You wouldn’t!” Lara exclaimed.
“I’m well within my rights, since they’ve all signed non-disclosure agreements.” Sarah explained smugly.
Lara grimaced in despair, as she realised that Sarah had outplayed her again. She had probably planned this entire thing! Lara started to doubt whether there even was another model who had been unable to attend.
“Fine!” Lara said softly.
“I beg your pardon?” Sarah asked.
“I’ll do it, My Lady.” Lara answered reluctantly.
“Excellent!” Sarah said, clapping her on the shoulder.
“Good news, everyone! Lara is a great admirer of the arts and would be honoured to model for us!” Sarah announced.
The 80 guests laughed and cheered.
“Why don’t you go upstairs to change, and then return in a robe – unless you’d rather perform a striptease for our guests.” Sarah whispered into Lara’s ear.
Lara blushed and exited the great hall. Once in her bedroom, she stripped out of her French maid’s uniform and underwear, and then donned a soft white bathrobe. Her journey back downstairs felt like she was walking towards her own execution. When she arrived back in the great hall, every pair of eyes in the room were staring at her excitedly, wondering if she was actually going to go through with it. Lara saw that Tori and Winston had carried an expensive antique Victorian sofa into the centre of the room.
“To start, I’d like you to remove your robe and lie back on the sofa.” Mr Duval said.
Taking a deep breath, Lara undid the belt holding her bathrobe closed and then slid the robe off her shoulders. There was a collective intake of breath, as the bathrobe dropped down around her feet, to reveal her gorgeous naked body to the gathered guests. Lara could feel herself blushing bright red with embarrassment. She had never been naked in front of so many people before, and unlike being in a revealing bikini at the beach, in this room she was the only one naked, while everyone else was fully clothed in their finest suits and gowns.
Half-whispered comments started almost immediately.
“Look at that ass!” One man said admiringly.
“Those breasts have to be fake!” A catty women commented.
“Fake or not, she’s definitely excited to be here!” Another woman joked, referring to how hard Lara’s nipples had grown.
“She looks more like a stripper than a Countess.” A man joked.
“I heard she’s not even really a Countess – that her mother gave birth to her out of wedlock.” The man’s wife replied, repeating the scandalous lie that her uncle had spread about her years ago, when he launched a legal challenge to her late father’s will and tried to steal Lara’s inheritance for himself.
Lara blushed a deeper shade of red, as the laughter of the audience grew, before Sarah finally called for silence, so that Mr Duval could begin his work. Mr Duval finished setting up his easel and then started shouting instructions for Lara’s first pose.
“Lean back!”
“Bend your right leg!”
“Let your left leg hang off the sofa!”
“Tilt your head back!”
“Thrust out your chest!”
When he was finished, Lara was reclining backwards atop of the sofa, in a pose reminiscent of a Victorian prostitute. Mr Duval spent the next 30 minutes furiously sketching her naked body, while the guests looked on in rapt fascination. When that sketch was complete, he placed it to one side, where the guests could file past and get a closer look, while he took out a fresh piece of paper.
“Now face away from me and place your knees on the sofa!”
“Lean forward against the back of the sofa!”
“Spread your knees further apart!”
“Look back over your shoulder!”
“Arch your back more!”
Lara blushed with shame, as she realised that both of her holes were now completely exposed to the guests. Lara silently prayed that none of them would be able to tell how much anal sex she’d had over the last few weeks. She almost sighed with relief when she heard the first lewd comments from the male guests about how tight her holes looked and how much they’d like to fuck them. Nevertheless, Lara felt deeply embarrassed to be so lewdly displayed in front of so many people, many of whom had once been her peers and even her social inferiors. Mr Duval spent another 30 minutes furiously sketching Lara’s naked body, before also placing that drawing to one side, for the guests to view.
Then Mr Duval took out a fresh piece of paper and prepared for the third and final pose. He immediately started shouting more instructions.
“Face towards me!”
“Sit back against the sofa!”
“Spread your legs as wide as you can!”
“Place your feet on the arms of the sofa!”
Lara was now sitting with her legs splayed wide apart, lewdly displaying her naked pussy for the artist. She felt completely vulnerable and exposed, and she knew that her cheeks must be blushing furiously.
“Use your left hand to cup your left breast!”
“Put your right hand down between your legs and push your middle finger inside your vagina!”
The room went into pandemonium at that last instruction. He couldn’t be serious, Lara thought! She looked over at Sarah pleadingly, but the look she received in return told her that if she didn’t do as Mr Duval asked, Sarah would carry out her threat to show the guests the painting of Lara getting gangbanged. Lara sacrificed the last shred of her dignity and reluctantly slid her middle finger inside her pussy. Lara hadn’t realised how aroused this humiliating experience had made her. Her wet pussy lips parted almost immediately, as soon as her finger touched them, and Lara inhaled sharply from the pleasant sensation of her middle finger sliding inside her wet pussy.
“God damn that’s hot!” A male guest commented.
“I’ll wager She’s done that before!” A bitchy woman said.
“Look at her! She’s completely shameless!” Another woman said.
While the 80 guests laughed and gawked at her lewd pose, Mr Duval resumed sketching her naked body. As embarrassing as holding this pose was, what was even harder was mentally willing herself not to start masturbating in front of everyone. It would have been so easy to give into her body’s shameful desires, and thereby prove to everyone present what a dirty little slut Lara Croft had become. When the last sketch was finished, Sarah asked for a round of applause for Mr Duval’s talented display, and for Lara being such a good sport.
With her face still burning with shame, Lara gathered up her bathrobe and excused herself from the room. She rushed back upstairs to change, but as soon as she arrived in her bedroom, she shut the door and furiously masturbated to satisfy her need to orgasm. The fact that Sarah had just embarrassed her in front of an entire roomful of people and probably ruined her reputation in the process only made Lara’s orgasm even more intense. When she finished cuming, Lara wiped away the wetness from between her legs and got dressed. She knew that Sarah would still want her to help Winston see-out the guests at the end of the night; although after what she had just done, Lara had no idea how she’d manage to do so without dying of embarrassment.
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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement