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Tomb Raider: Natla’s Revenge.	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 77478 -:- 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 looked miserably out the side window of the crowded police car, as she made the 17 minute drive from her home in Abingdon to the Thames Valley Police Station, located in Kidlington. Two uniformed police officers were seated in the front seats of the police car, while two plain clothes detectives, one male and one female, both wearing business suits, sat on either side of her. Lara’s hands were handcuffed securely behind her, and the cold metal was pressing painfully against the fresh tattoo on her lower back.
Lara’s heart was beating a million miles a minute. This was a disaster – even more so because she had been a public advocate for gun control. No one needs a gun for self-defence, she had said. Of course, she was an exception: she had enemies; of course she still needed to keep her guns! Lara could see the news headlines now: “Countess Lara Croft’s Gun Hypocrisy Exposed! Guns for me, but not for thee!” Lara couldn’t stop thinking about what a public relations nightmare this would be. The press loved to print stories about the high and mighty falling from grace. They would have a field day printing details of a rich and beautiful celebrity like herself being tried and convicted of a criminal offence. She doubted her reputation would ever recover from this sort of scandal.
Bad PR was hardly her most pressing concern, however: Lara realised that she would probably be facing some very large fines, and perhaps even some jail time. After she had been handcuffed, the female detective had introduced herself as Detective Chief Inspector Lewis from Thames Police. She had shown Lara a copy of the police Search Warrant, and everything looked legal and official. Lara knew that she was in deep trouble!
Lara just hoped her lawyers would be able to plea-bargain the penalty down to a fine and perhaps some community service. Then she blushed, as she imagined being forced to wear bright orange overalls and pick up trash on the side of the motorway, while passing motorists tooted their horns and jeered. Given her high profile, there’d probably be a camera crew following her around the whole time, broadcasting her degrading fall from grace for everyone to see. A few months in jail might actually be preferable to suffering such public disgrace.
The police car drove down Oxford Road, coming to the Thames Valley Police Station. The police station had been heavily renovated and expanded, and only the red-bricked first floor of the police station was still original. Towering above it were three more stories, made from white concrete, glittering blue-coloured windows and black steel. The police car drove behind the police station, to the sally port roller-door, where prisoners were brought into the station.
The police driver rolled down his window and activated an intercom next to his door. A moment later, the large roller door, wide and high enough to admit a mid-sized truck, rolled open. They drove inside the large concrete sally port, where three custody staff were waiting for them. There was an older female custody Sergeant, a young male constable and a very young-looking female constable. Detective Chief Inspector Lewis got out of the car and spoke to the custody sergeant.
A moment later, Lara was escorted out of the car and into a nearby cell. The male police constable left the room, leaving Lara alone with Detective Chief Inspector Lewis, the custody sergeant and the female constable. The younger female constable was a short, thin, dark-haired woman who couldn’t have been more than 19 years old. She moved around behind Lara’s back and un-cuffed her hands. Lara rubbed her wrists, glad to be out of the uncomfortable restraints.
“We’re going to be performing a full search, for our safety and yours. Please remove your shoes.” The middle-aged custody sergeant ordered her.
Lara read the name on her nametag: Sergeant Pearson.
“Sergeant Pearson, is this really necessary?” Lara asked.
“You’ve been arrested on serious weapon offences. I’m not taking any chances with the safety of my officers. Now start undressing, or I’ll have you held down and your clothes cut off you!” Sergeant Pearson said.
Lara looked unhappily towards Detective Chief Inspector Lewis, who seemed to be the one in charge, but she just smiled cruelly.
Lara reached down and untied each of her shoes, while the female constable slipped on a pair of disposable blue gloves. Lara handed her shoes to the female constable, whose nametag said Constable Wright. Constable Wright searched each of her shoes carefully, tipping them upside down and tapping the soles several times, before placing them on the ground behind her.
“Socks next.” Sergeant Pearson ordered.
Lara rolled them down and handed them to Constable Wright, who searched them thoroughly and placed them behind her.
“T-shirt.” Sergeant Pearson ordered.
Lara shivered as she pulled the white t-shirt up over hear head and handed it to Constable Wright to be searched.
“Jeans.” Sergeant Pearson said.
Lara pulled down the jeans and handed them to the female constable.
“Now your bra.” Sergeant Pearson said.
Lara reached around behind her back and unhooked her white bra. She blushed as she handed the garment to Constable Wright, while covering her naked breasts with her other arm.
“Now the panties.” Sergeant Pearson said.
Lara went pale, realising that if she took off her panties, all three of the women would see her degrading tattoos. Lara knew how much people loved to gossip, and there was no way that the knowledge of her indecent tattoos would remain a secret. Even if she got out of this, the rumours would start to spread about her, further tarnishing her reputation.
“Detective Chief Inspector, is this really necessary?” Lara asked, addressing the most senior officer in the room.
“Lady Croft, you may be used to receiving special treatment in your private life, but I can assure you that you will get none here. Rich aristocrats and poor commoners are all equal before the law.” Detective Chief Inspector Lewis told her.
“Panties!” Sergeant Pearson repeated.
“It’s all right. You can put them straight back on, after I search them.” Constable Wright said soothingly, seeing Lara’s hesitation.
Lara grimaced and slid the panties down around her ankles. Constable Wright burst out laughing when she saw the word WHORE tattooed above Lara’s crotch.
“Constable, please show some professionalism.” Sergeant Pearson admonished her, while fighting to contain her own amused smile.
“Sorry Sergeant.” Constable Wright apologised.
Lara blushed and waited, while Constable Wright searched the white panties and placed them onto the pile of clothes behind her.
“Turn around and squat down.” Constable Wright told her.
Lara did as she was told, and then heard Constable Wright stifle another laugh, as she caught sight of Lara’s degrading tramp stamp, which consisted of a shield bearing her coat of arms on her lower back, with the words CUM SLUT written underneath, on a heraldic ribbon that ran across the top of her buttocks.
“Talk about a kinky Countess.” Lara heard Sergeant Pearson whisper to Detective Chief Inspector Lewis.
Lara blushed heavily at the derogatory name. She felt totally embarrassed and humiliated, forced to stand totally naked in front of the three fully clothed women, while they whispered to each other and giggled.
“You can get dressed now.” Constable Wright told her, grinning from ear to ear and desperately trying not to laugh.
Lara put her underwear on first, followed by the t-shirt, jeans and socks, but Constable Wright kept possession of her shoes.
“You can’t have laces in the cells. It’s to stop you from trying to hang yourself.” Constable Wright said.
“I’m not suicidal!” Lara protested.
“It’s just procedure.” Constable Wright told her.
Lara was led out of the cell and along a cold concrete corridor to the main charge counter. Her photograph was taken from the front and sides, and then she was electronically fingerprinted, like a common criminal. While this was happening, Constable Wright went behind the charge counter, which was fully enclosed by reinforced security glass, and spoke to the male custody officer. Lara couldn’t hear what Constable Wright said to him, but she saw them both laughing and looking in her direction. Lara blushed with shame, realising that Constable Wright had just told her male colleague about her slutty tattoos.
When Lara was finished being entered into the custody computer, the male constable emerged from behind the charge counter and led Lara down another corridor, towards an empty interview room. The room was bare, except for a desk, four chairs, and a video recording deck.
“Kinky Countess in Interview Room 3.” The young constable called down the corridor.
Lara blushed when she heard Constable Wright and Sergeant Pearson laugh in reply. Lara was mortified by the horrible nickname they had given her. The male constable closed the interview room door, locking her inside. The concrete interview room was very Spartan: white walls, a blue carpeted floor and a single long table, with four chairs bolted to the floor, two on either side. Lara sat down on the nearest chair and waited. After about 10 minutes, the door to the interview room opened and Detective Chief Inspector Lewis stepped inside.
“Before things get too serious, I thought we might have an informal chat.” DCI Lewis told her.
“I want to speak with my solicitor.” Lara demanded.
“Of course, of course – that will all be arranged. Although, I’m afraid the best solicitor in the world won’t be able to get you out of this mess. You’ve been caught with 8 assault rifles, 2 sniper rifles, 3 shotguns, 19 handguns, 1 machinegun, 1 grenade launcher and a large quantity of explosives. Given the extensive nature of your offending, I’ certain the court will have no choice but to impose the maximum 14 year prison sentence.” DCI Lewis said.
Lara was shocked. “I’ll be 40 before I get out of prison.” Lara whispered in disbelief.
“And as soon as you are released, you’ll then be extradited to the United States, to stand trial for the murder of James Rutland.” DCI Lewis explained.
“What???” Lara blurted out in shock, taken completely by surprise.
“James Rutland, the only son of a rather influential United Stated Senator, was murdered in Ghana 4 years ago. The FBI team sent to investigate recovered several intact bullet fragments and casings from the scene, and a little birdie told me that the ballistics will be an exact match for two of the Heckler and Koch USP handguns we seized from your house earlier today.” DCI Lewis said.
Lara closed her mouth, not wanting to implicate herself further.
“I understand that Senator Rutland Senior is quite a vindictive man, and will probably use his influence to ensure that you receive the maximum sentence of life in prison. Of course, you might be able to plea-bargain down to a charge of manslaughter. That way you’d only have to serve another 10 years or so in a US Federal Prison. After that, you’d be extradited to Ghana, for being in the country illegally and removing ancient artefacts without permission. The court system in Ghana is quite corrupt, I’m afraid, so you could potentially be held there for years, perhaps even decades.” DCI Lewis said.
Lara felt like she was going to throw up. Her life was over.
“Of course, there is another alternative that could see you avoid any jail time altogether.” DCI Lewis said. “But you’d need to agree now. If the lawyers and courts get involved, then my hands are tied and I can’t help you.”
“What would I have to do?” Lara asked softly, her eyes downcast.
DCI Lewis smiled. “Follow me.” She said, standing up.
DCI Lewis led Lara back out into the custody area, where Constable Wright was busy typing on her computer.
“The prisoner is being released, pending further enquiries.” DCI Lewis told her.
Constable Wright nodded and went to get the sergeant. After a brief disposal interview by Sergeant Pearson, Lara was led outside to an unmarked police car.
“Where are we going?” Lara asked from the back seat of the police car.
“Back to your home. There’s some paperwork for you to sign. After you do, I’ll inform my superiors that the weapons we confiscated were just props for a new video game that you’ve been working on. You’ll agree to pay a large fine for not having the proper permits, and I’ll ensure that the evidence is disposed of – except for the pistols, which Miss Natla plans to keep as insurance for your continued cooperation.” DCI Lewis said.
Lara was both relieved and worried. “What kind of paperwork?” Lara asked.
“I think it’s best if Miss Natla explains that part.” DCI Lewis said.
They rode in silence for several minutes, before Lara asked DCI Lewis, “Why are you doing this?”
DCI Lewis looked back at her in the rear view mirror. At first, Lara thought she wouldn’t answer, but then she shrugged and said, “I don’t plan to be a cop forever. Miss Natla has promised me a high-paying executive position in one of her companies. It’s nothing personal, you understand.”
It’s very personal to me! Lara thought, as they rode the rest of the way in silence. When they arrived at Croft Manor, DCI Lewis escorted Lara to the front door. Despite no longer being handcuffed, Lara felt more like a prisoner than when she had first been arrested. Her heart was beating out of her chest with the realisation that she had absolutely no control over what would happen next. It was a terrible feeling for Lara, who was so used to being the master of her own destiny.
DCI Lewis led Lara through the large entrance hall and into the formal dining room. Seated inside were Natla, Winston, Sarah and a balding, overweight, middle aged man wearing a navy business suit, who Lara didn’t know. Sarah immediately stood up and rushed over to Lara, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her in close.
“It’s ok. You’re home now.” Sarah said, nuzzling her head into Lara’s neck. Then she whispered softly into Lara’s ear. “I know about the blackmail.”
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later!” Natla shouted out impatiently.
Lara gave Sarah a lingering look. She knows about the blackmail? Lara could have jumped for joy at the thought, except for one lingering doubt. Could Sarah be trusted? Winston had already betrayed her; how could she be sure that Sarah wouldn’t do the same?   It was too much to hope for, and yet Lara clung to that hope like a drowning man clings to a piece of driftwood. If she ever needed an ally, it was now.
“Judge Fallon.” Natla gestured to the man seated next to her.
The balding, middle-aged man stood up and walked around the table to where Lara was standing with Sarah.
“Do you, Sarah Jones, take Lara Croft to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Judge Fallon asked.
“I do.” Sarah said, reaching out and squeezing Lara’s hand.
“Wait!” Lara protested. She didn’t want to get married, and certainly not to Sarah! Notwithstanding the fact that she didn’t love Sarah, same sex marriage, although now legal in the United Kingdom, was still almost unheard of in the upper levels of society. A Countess marrying her lesbian maid would cause quite a scandal. More worrying, however, would be the implications for Lara’s inheritance: without a prenuptial agreement, under English Law, Sarah would have claim to half of her estate.
Natla became impatient at Lara’s reluctance.
“Should I call Detective Chief Inspector Lewis and have her take you back to the police station?” Natla asked.
“No.” Lara answered, knowing that she had been outmanoeuvred.
Judge Fallon continued. “And do you, Lara Croft, take Sarah Jones to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honour and obey, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” He said.
Lara noticed that only her vows included the word obey. Lara wanted to refuse, but she knew that cooperating with Natla’s demands was her only chance of avoiding a prison sentence.
“I do.” Lara said softly.
“You may now kiss the bride.” Judge Fallon said.
Sarah gave Lara a passionate kiss on the lips, while Judge Fallon moved to the table and produced a marriage certificate. Sarah and Lara were each invited to sign the document. As Lara signed her name, she felt like she was signing away her future. The judge countersigned below their name, as did Natla and Winston, who signed as witnesses.
“Winston, please drive Sarah to her appointment.” Natla said.
Winston gave Lara a cruel smile, before walking past her out of the room. Sarah moved forward and gave Lara a comforting hug.
“Stay strong. I have a plan.” Sarah whispered, before leaving the room.
“Please be seated.” Natla told her.
Lara sat down opposite Natla. Judge Fallon, who was still standing, placed a pile of legal documents in front of her. As Lara read the documents, the colour drained from her beautiful face.
“I… you can’t seriously expect me to agree to this?” Lara said incredulously.
“It’s either that or prison.”
“But this gives Sarah full power of attorney over my finances. She could sell everything I own right out from under me!” Lara protested.
“Then I guess you’d better be extra nice to your new wife, to make sure that doesn’t happen.” Natla said, emphasising that Sarah and Lara were now legally married.
Lara gritted her teeth and clenched her fists in impotent rage, but after a few moments hesitation, she signed her name to the document. Judge Fallon witnessed the document and then placed it into a folder on the table.
The next document they asked Lara to sign was a Deed Poll to change her name.
“I don’t see what the problem is?” Natla said. “Women change their surnames all the time, when they get married.”
“But my name is part of my heritage. It’s who I am. I’ve built up a reputation around it.” Lara said.
“It’s this or prison.” Natla repeated.
Lara grimaced and signed the document. From this day on, she would no longer be called Lara Croft: now she was Lara Jones. Lara felt like another part of her life had been stripped away.
If that document was bad, the next one was positively horrid: reading it made Lara want to cry.
“This says…” Lara started.
“It says that you agree to be declared mentally incompetent, and unfit to manage your own affairs. That’s why we needed the shotgun wedding. Only a close relative or spouse can be appointed as a legal guardian, and since you don’t have any living relatives, only a spouse would do.” Natla explained.
“But why? I’ve already signed the power of attorney!” Lara exclaimed.
“A power of attorney can be revoked at any time – unless the person who originally signed it has been declared legally incompetent. Then only their appointed guardian has the power to enter into or dissolve contracts on their behalf.” Natla said.
Natla watched Lara’s face intently, as the ramifications of her total defeat finally became clear to her. Natla had originally been content to simply blackmail Lara with the knowledge of her illegitimate birth; but when Lara had told others of her blackmail, in direct violation of their agreement, Natla had decided to take a more hands-on approach. She had drugged and seduced Winston, Lara’s butler, and forced Lara to watch and participate. Natla could have hired another to do that, but she wanted to be there, to watch Lara’s face as she took her oldest friend and mentor, and slowly turned him against her. That alone had made fucking the old man worth it.
After he was completely under her spell, Natla had interrogated Winston for any additional information that she could use against Lara. She hadn’t been expecting much – maybe some embarrassing secrets from her past. His disclosure of Lara’s secret and highly illegal weapons cache had been an unexpected gift. Natla had immediately acted upon it, using her connections inside the police force and judiciary to manoeuvre events in her favour. Now, her victory was almost complete. After today, Lara would never again pose a threat to her plans.
“This is intolerable! The scandal…” Lara said, trying to reason with her.
“Judge Fallon will ensure that the legal documents are sealed. No one else will ever learn of your disgrace – unless I choose to tell them.” Natla said.
“But, if I do this, I’d be a Countess in name only. Sarah would control everything.” Lara said.
You won’t even be a Countess in name, once I’m finished with you, Natla thought, but she’d leave that particular surprise for later.
“You won’t be a Countess anyway, if I give Lord Errol a copy of your marriage certificate, but that’s neither here nor there. The question you need to ask yourself is whether you want to spend the rest of your life in prison or not.” Natla said.
Lara’s shoulders sagged and she lowered her head in defeat. Natla had never seen the confident young tomb raider look so crestfallen. It was glorious! Natla was smiling from ear to ear, as Lara signed her name to the document. Not that it would have been a problem if she had refused: Natla already had in her possession a separate document, signed by three registered psychologists, testifying that Lara was mentally ill and unable to manage her own affairs. This was just the icing on the cake. This was Lara admitting that she was beaten.
As she signed her name to the document, Lara felt true despair for the first time in her life. She was now entirely at the mercy of her enemy. Natla had her right where she wanted her.
“And now I think it’s time you thank Judge Fallon properly for his help.” Natla said.
Lara blushed, but obediently dropped to her knees in front of the Judge.
“No, I want her ass.” Judge Fallon said.
Lara gritted her teeth, but climbed to her feet and started to undress. Off came the t-shirt and jeans, followed shortly afterwards by her underwear. Judge Fallon laughed when he saw the word WHORE tattooed above Lara’s pussy. Lara forced herself not to react. What was one more humiliation, compared to what she had already suffered?
“Turn around.” Judge Fallon said, licking his lips.
She heard Judge Fallon laugh behind her. “I love her tramp stamp!” she heard Judge Fallon tell Natla.
“I thought you might.” Natla answered.
Lara shivered with disgust, as she felt Judge Fallon rub his sweaty hands up and down her naked body. Suddenly, he pushed her forward onto the table.   Lara tried to brace herself, but Judge Fallon wrapped both his hands around her neck and pushed down hard, mashing Lara’s face and breasts into the cold wood of the dining room table. Lara felt him remove his right hand from behind her head. A moment later, she grunted in pain as he started slapping her ass as hard as he could. The man was clearly a sadist, and Lara could feel his cock stiffening against her, as he roughly spanked her bottom.
It took every ounce of Lara’s willpower not to reach behind her and tear the disgusting man’s balls off. Instead, she silently took his abuse. He spanked her for what seemed like several minutes, turning Lara’s sexy ass a painful red colour. Finally, when he was fully erect, Judge Fallon spat into his hand and started rubbing saliva over his cock. A moment later, Lara felt him pushing the wet tip of his cock between her round ass cheeks.
Lara winced as Judge Fallon roughly forced her asshole open around his cock. Then she blushed, when she felt her tight ass stretch open and swallow his cock with barely any resistance. Judge Fallon was not gentle, and he cared nothing for her discomfort, not that there was much. After everything that she had been through, Lara’s well-used ass had no difficulty accommodating him. Judge Fallon also noticed the ease with which Lara’s ass was able to swallow his cock.
“I’m definitely not the first to fuck this fat ass, am I whore?” Judge Fallon asked rhetorically, as he slapped her heart-shaped bottom for emphasis.
Lara blushed at his comment, embarrassed by how easily her once-tight holes had adapted to her new indecent lifestyle. Judge Fallon pushed his cock into her ass as far as it would go, and then started brutally fucking Lara from behind. His powerful thrusts caused Lara’s shapely buttocks to jiggle with each impact. Reaching forward, Judge Fallon grabbed two handfuls of Lara’s large breasts and roughly mashed them together.
“Take it, you dirty whore!” Judge Fallon shouted, as he fucked her roughly from behind.
Lara gritted her teeth, trying to contain her anger at his brutal and degrading treatment of her. Even Winston had not been so cruel in his use of her. When she didn’t react as intended, Judge Fallon transferred his attention to Lara’s nipples, cruelly pulling and twisting them until Lara finally let out a cry of pain. Judge Fallon seemed to revel in her pain, and increased the pace of is fucking. He was a true sadist, and Lara’s only mercy was that he didn’t last long. After only a few minutes, she felt him spurt his warm cum into her bowels. He kept thrusting into her several more times, before pulling his limp penis out of her asshole and wiping it off against her ass cheeks.
Lara looked up from the table and saw a large portrait of her parents staring down at her. Lara blushed and turned away, feeling totally ashamed by what she had become. She turned and saw Judge Fallon zipping up his fly. The man hadn’t even bothered to undress.
“Thank you for your assistance, Judge Fallon. The money will be in your account by the time you get home, as agreed.” Natla said.
“Excellent.” Judge Fallon said. “I’ll show myself out.”
“Time to get dressed, Lara. We have several more stops to make.” Natla said.
“Please Natla… Mistress… haven’t I already done enough?” Lara pleaded.
Natla just grinned in reply. “It’s far too late to beg for mercy, Lara. You had your chance to cooperate, and you tried to double-cross me. I know about Zip’s virus.” Natla told her.
Lara stopped dead in her tracks, and the colour drained from her face. Zip’s virus was the last card Lara had to play.
“You didn’t…” Lara started to say.
“Turn him like I did Winston?” Natla finished her sentence. “There wasn’t any need. Once I explained the consequences of being my enemy, and the benefits of being my friend, he chose the latter. In fact, all of your former staff did. Especially in light of the very generous severance packages you’re giving them.” Natla said.
“Severance package?” Lara asked.
“2 million pounds each, in exchange for their departure and silence.” Natla said.
“That’s 8 million pounds! I can’t afford that! I only have 4 million pounds in my bank accounts!” Lara protested.
“It’s already taken care of. Right now, Sarah is on her way to London to sign some papers. By the end of today, your estate and title will have been sold for 21 million pounds – a very fair price, since I want everything to be legal and above board. I’d tell you who the buyer is, but I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.” Natla said.
“She can’t do that!” Lara protested in horror.
“She can and she will. Sarah has full power of attorney, now. It’s all legal.” Natla smirked.
Lara’s mouth was agape in disbelief.
“Don’t be too upset with Sarah. She’s actually doing this for you. This was part of our agreement for me finally letting you go – eventually.” Natla said.
Lara stood frozen in shock and horror at this latest revelation.
“I wish you could see how ridiculous you look right now. Well, what are you waiting for? Get dressed! We don’t have all day!” Natla said impatiently.
Lara got dressed back into her jeans and t-shirt, and then accompanied Natla outside to where Natla’s Rolls Royce was waiting. Natla’s chauffer drove them for almost an hour. Natla sat in the backseat with Lara, but refused to divulge their destination. At the end of their journey, the car turned down a long, tree-lined driveway. As the trees cleared, Lara caught sight of Blenheim Palace, a gigantic and extravagant Baroque style castle, constructed of yellow-brown limestone. Built in the early 1700s, the palace was enormous: it comprised almost 200 rooms, spread out in the shape of a 3 sided square, with a grand courtyard arranged in the middle. It made Croft Manor look like a bungalow by comparison, and her own home would have fit inside Blenheim Palace 6 times over.
The house was awe-inspiring in its scale and magnificence, but seeing it filled Lara with a deep sense of dread. Blenheim palace was the stately ancestral home of Lord Bucksomby, the Duke of Marlborough, and father of Mary Bucksomby, her former high school rival.
“What are we doing here?” Lara asked.
“After your little betrayal, I had Winston give me a list of your friends and associates. He told me of your intense dislike for Mary Bucksomby, so I reached out to her, and your other friend, Sybil Marlow. They were both extremely eager to play a role in the next stage of your punishment.” Natla said.
Lara felt sick. The last time she had seen Mary and Sybil had been at Sam’s bachelorette party a couple of weeks earlier, where both of them had eagerly participated in Lara’s sexual humiliation. Mary and Sybil seemed to derive intense pleasure from degrading and abusing their former classmate and social peer. Mary, in particular, seemed to revel in Lara’s humiliating fall from grace. Only Sam’s presence, and the pretence that Lara was on a journey of sexual discovery, had stopped Mary from going too far. Lara dreaded to think of what cruelties Mary would inflict upon her now, without any such limitations.
When Natla’s Rolls Royce reached the end of the driveway, it turned left, rather than continuing on towards the main house. The car drove a long circuit around the enormous house, while the setting sun cast long shadows across the sprawling, manicured gardens that surrounded it. Located on the opposite side of Blenheim Palace were the stables, a large single-storey building constructed from the same yellow-brown limestone as the main house. The stables’ 3 sided square shape mimicked the design of the main house, but on a much smaller scale. The car drove into the long courtyard between the three wings of the stables, and came to a halt.
“Take off your clothes and hand them to me.” Natla ordered.
Lara looked out the windows of the car, scanning the stables and surrounding grounds. She couldn’t see anyone about, but the thought of being naked out there filled her with a sense of dread. Taking a deep breath, Lara removed her shoes and socks, and then slid off her white t-shirt and jeans. Last to go was her underwear. Natla gathered the clothes into a neat pile and placed them on the seat next to her. Then she opened the car door and gestured for Lara to follow her. As Natla strode towards one of the stable doors, Lara darted fearfully behind her, naked and barefoot, while trying to cover her pussy and breasts with her arms.
Natla waved Lara through the door and then locked it behind them. The inside of this wing of the stables was well lit. It consisted of an 18 foot wide central corridor, flanked on both sides by horse stalls, which had floor to ceiling walls and 5 foot tall wooden gates. Lara blushed when she saw Mary and Sybil waiting for them beside the nearest stalls. They looked like they were about to go riding: both of them were immaculately dressed in tailored equestrian gear, which consisted of black knee-high riding boots, tan-coloured riding breeches, white riding shirts and navy-blue show coats. Sybil was holding a video camera, and both of them were smiling expectantly.
“Are we going riding?” Lara asked fearfully, afraid that they were going to make her ride nude across the fields, like Lady Godiva.
Mary and Sybil immediately burst out laughing. “We’re not, but you are!” Mary said.
Mary turned to Natla. “I’ve sent all of the stable staff home early, and I’ve told daddy that we’d be out riding. No one will be disturbing us.” Mary said.
Lara had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Mary walked over and cupped one of Lara’s breasts, slowly squeezing it in her hand. Lara grunted with outrage, but forced herself not to react.
“You know, I was always jealous of you at school.” Mary said. “It’s hard to admit, but I’m mature enough to say it aloud. You were always so beautiful and popular, and you were the first girl in school to get your boobs. All the boys wanted to be with you, and all the girls wanted to be you. I wanted to be you!”
Lara exhaled sharply as Mary squeezed her nipple cruelly between her thumb and forefinger.
“And look at us now. I’m engaged to be married to an Earl, and you’re just a plain commoner, who sold her house and title to avoid prison.” Mary said.
Lara’s eyes widened with shock. Mary knew she was being blackmailed? Why wasn’t she helping her? Sure, they weren’t exactly friends, but Lara wouldn’t have wished this fate upon her worst enemy.
“Ever since Sam’s bachelorette party, I just couldn’t get the image of you taking that horse cock dildo out of my head. It was so… hot! Not just the act itself, but the fact that you, the high and mighty Lara Croft, were the one doing it. And now I get to see you fuck a horse for real.” Mary said.
Lara’s jaw practically hit the floor. Mary couldn’t have just have just said that? She must have misheard.
“I’m dead serious!” Mary said. “I want to watch you fuck a horse!”
“Mary, please don’t do this to me!” Lara pleaded.
“I’m afraid it’s far too late for that now. It’s this or prison, so what’s it to be?” Mary asked.
Lara’s eyes misted with tears, as she lowered her head and nodded silently. Sybil held up the camera and started filming. Mary took her by the hand and led her over towards a hay bale located at one end of the long central corridor. Sybil laughed out aloud, when she saw the slutty tramp stamp on Lara’s lower back.
“Oh my God! That is just priceless!” Sybil said, moving forward to give the camera a better view of Lara’s tattoo.
Mary stopped walking and moved around to see what Sybil was talking about. She laughed hysterically when she saw Lara’s degrading lower back tattoo. Lara shivered as Mary ran her delicate fingers over the fresh tattoo.
“Cum Slut…” Mary said, tracing the letters with her fingers. “You really have turned into a nasty whore, haven’t you?”
Lara blushed but remained silent, not wanting to give Mary any further ammunition to use against her. Mary seemed disappointed when Lara didn’t react to her baiting. She clicked her fingers dismissively and pointed towards a large hay bale located near the end of the long corridor.
“Bend over the narrow end.” Mary ordered.
Lara walked forward towards the hay bale. It was rectangular in shape, approximately 4 feet long and 3 feet high, made of densely packed dried hay. Lara’s heart filled with dread, as she moved into position and bent forward over the narrow side of the hay bale.
Mary left Lara with Jacqueline and Sybil, while she went to fetch the first of the horses. Mary’s hands were trembling with excitement, as she opened the stall that contained the first beast – a brown, chestnut stallion of 15 hands height. Initially, she had wanted to simply bring out the largest and best hung of the horses to fuck Lara senseless, but Jacqueline had insisted that Mary choose Lara’s equine lovers based upon their calm temperament. This particular horse was gentle and well-behaved, making him perfect for Lara’s first lover. Mary led the horse to where Lara was waiting. When she arrived, she found Natla driving her lubricated hand in and out of Lara’s gaping cunt, while Sybil filmed the scene for posterity.
“Just getting her ready.” Natla said, smiling as her hand disappeared between Lara’s stretched pussy lips, eliciting a groan from the naked beauty.
Mary led the horse over to where Lara waited, bent forward over the hay bale. Carefully, she guided the horse forward until it was directly above Lara, with its forelegs straddling either side of the hay bale. Its bowing stomach was brushing against Lara’s ass, but its cock was still flaccid. Mary reached up and started slowly masturbating the cock, watching it inflate, as if by magic. In the space of a minute, it had grown to an impressive 16 inches long and 2.5 inches wide, flaring to 3 inches wide at the medial ring half way along its length. The blunt tip of the cock flared outwards and was about 3.25 inches in diameter.
Natla removed her hand from Lara’s gaping pussy and handed Mary a tube of lubricant, which she squirted liberally onto the enormous horse cock. Then she took hold of the cock and lined up the flared tip with Lara’s pussy.
“Move around in front of her.” Mary told Sybil. “I want to see the look on her face, when she takes her first horse cock.”
Mary looked down at Lara’s beautiful, naked body, sandwiched between the hay bale she was lying on, and the horse above her. It was the most erotic sight Mary had ever seen. She could barely believe it – she was about to make the great Lara Croft, her bitter high school rival, have sex with a horse on camera. The sense of power Mary felt was intoxicating.
Mary could have quite happily kept Lara prisoner in the stables for the rest of her life, being fucked senseless by horses each day, until her body was so ruined that even the horses grew tired of her loose, gaping holes; but Natla had other plans for her. Mary contented herself with the knowledge that Lara’s life was ruined beyond repair: she’d been forced to sign away her estate, her title, and even her name. Lara’s days of mixing with the elite of English society were at an end. Soon, she’d become just another “where are they now” former celebrity anecdote on some late-night TV gossip show.
Forcing Lara to perform bestiality on camera was just the icing on the cake. For Natla, this might just be more blackmail material – not that any more was really needed; but for Mary, this was her last chance to humiliate Lara while she was still Lara Croft. Putting such thoughts aside, Mary walked the horse forward until its legs were straddling either side of Lara’s naked body. Mary reached down and wrapped her fingers around the enormous horse cock and positioned the flared head against Lara’s pussy. The cock was so thick that she couldn’t completely close her hand around its girth. This was going to be good, Mary thought.
Lara looked up into the lens of Sybil’s camera and winced. It was disgusting enough to be forced into bestiality by these cruel women, but thought of other people watching recordings of her disgrace was almost too egregious to bear.
“Smile for the camera!” Sybil said happily.
Lara opened her mouth, ready to tell the dark-haired socialite where to go, when she felt the massive horse cock pushing against her pussy lips. Lara’s mouth formed a perfect O-shape, as the dark, blunt head of the horse cock pressed against her straining pussy lips. She started trying to squirm away, but she was pinned between the heavy hay bale and the soft fur of the horse’s belly and couldn’t move. Lara grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut, as her well-lubricated pussy slowly expanded to accommodate the massive horse cock pushing inside it.
In truth, the penetration didn’t even hurt that much. Sarah’s hand was about the same size as the flared head of the horse’s cock, and she’d been giving Lara daily fistings for weeks now. Lara’s pussy lips stretched open and the slippery, mushroom-shaped tip of the horse cock pushed past her pussy lips and slid inside her. Lara grunted, while the horse neighed and shifted its feet. Sarah ran a hand over its face to calm it, and then slowly walked it forward.
With the widest part of the horse cock already inside her, the thick shaft had no problem pressing deeper inside Lara’s cunt. Soon, a full 7 inches of thick horse cock was lodged inside her pussy, with the flared head pressing against her cervix. The horse seemed to instinctively know what was expected of it, and started rocking its hips forward into Lara’s helpless body. Lara had thought that Bogwyn’s thrusts were powerful, but they were nothing compared to having a half-ton horse fucking her like she was a brood mare. The horse started rhythmically thrusting forward, instinctively trying to bury more of its cock inside her. Pinned between it and the hay bale, Lara could only grimace and grunt as the flared head of the horse cock slammed powerfully against her tender cervix.
Soon, her cervix started to distend inwards, allowing the horse to cram another inch of cock inside her. The horse now had more than half of its 16 inch long cock buried inside her, and Lara became aware of the cock’s thick medial ring pushing against her tortured pussy lips at the apex of each thrust. Lara tried to arch her back and pull her hips away from the massive intruder, but her body was pinned securely in place. The horse kept up a steady, relentless pace, thrusting its cock as deeply as it could into Lara’s tight, warm hole. Even worse than the pain was the growing arousal that Lara felt. Lara wanted to deny it, but she could feel her body starting to betray her. Her juices started to flow freely, adding more lubricant to the massive cock fucking her.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” Mary said, leaning down next to Lara’s face.
Lara was too breathless to argue, but mostly she remained silent because she knew that Mary was right. Lara blushed with shame at the thought that she might actually orgasm while being fucked by a horse. What is wrong with me? Lara thought. Her stretched pussy made loud, wet squishing noises, as the massive horse cock slammed in and out of it. Suddenly, the horse slowed its thrusting and neighed loudly. A moment later, Lara felt the disgusting sensation of warm horse cum flooding her pussy. Lara shuddered as the thick, slimy cum coated her insides, while more of the gooey stuff started to leak out around the horse cock and stream down her toned thighs. Mary reached under the horse and jerked the cock a few times, to make sure it had emptied its entire load inside Lara’s cunt. Then she led the horse back to its stall.
Sybil moved around and filmed Lara’s sloppy, cum-filled hole. Lara’s cunt was gaping open a full 2 inches wide, and a long stream of cum was running down the backs of her legs and pooling on the ground beneath her. Natla moved forward and slid several lubricated fingers into Lara’s asshole.
“Better get you ready for the next one.” Natla said behind her, as she slowly stretched and lubricated Lara’s ass.
Lara wanted to cry at the thought of being sodomised by a horse. Mary returned a short time later with another horse, this one a brown, bay stallion of about 15.5 hands. This horse’s cock was about the same length and girth and the previous horse, and Mary was already masturbating it to full erection. Mary rubbed lubricant along the length of the dark horse cock, while Natla thrust her lubricated fingers in and out of Lara’s asshole, readying it for the ordeal to come.
Once both the horse cock and Lara’s ass were suitably lubricated, Mary led the horse forward to straddle the hay bale. Lara moaned impotently as the horse’s mighty legs moved past on either side of her, straddling her naked body.   A moment later, she felt the flared head of the horse cock pressing against her slippery asshole. Lara grimaced with pain, as the powerful horse cock pressed against her slippery, loosened ass and pushed. This penetration was much more painful than the last one. While Lara’s ass had been fucked almost daily since her slavery first began, Sarah had never fisted her in it, so her ass had remained comparatively much tighter than her pussy. Lara squeezed her eyes shut and let out a guttural cry of pain, as her sphincter was slowly pushed inwards, stretching uncomfortably open around the massive, blunt-headed horse cock invading her ass.
The pain was incredible, but just when it felt like the horse cock might tear her in half, her gaping sphincter stretched open wider and swallowed the flared horse cock inside. Lara shuddered as the horse trotted forward, feeding more of its thick cock into her asshole. The thick horse cock slid in a full 8 inches, before its thick medial ring slapped against her anus, preventing further progress. The horse withdrew a couple of inches and then pushed forward again, trying to bury more of its massive cock inside its mate.
Lara grunted, as the blunt medial ring slammed repeatedly against her stretched anus. Her sphincter resisted for a moment, and then stretched open wider, allowing the thick medial ring of the horse to slide inside her. Lara winced in pain, as a moment later, the horse thrust the thickest part of its cock deep inside her ass. She arched her back and cried out, as the horse buried the remainder of its cock inside her asshole. She felt it bottom out deep inside her bowels, while its swollen balls slapped against her naked pussy lips. Lara couldn’t believe it: she had just taken an entire 16 inch horse cock inside her gaping asshole.
The horse started roughly thrusting its cock in and out of Lara’s stretched asshole. Each time, it pulled out to just past the medial ring, before slamming back all the way inside. Lara grunted in time with each powerful thrust, as the horse cock impaling her knocked the air out of her lungs. Lara tightly hugged the hay bale she was lying on, trying to brace herself against the relentless, piston-like strokes of the enormous horse cock impaling her from behind. She tried her best to ignore the presence of Sybil circling around her, searching for the best angle from which to film Lara’s disgrace.
Sybil grinned like a schoolgirl, as she filmed the massive cock sliding in and out of Lara’s once tight asshole. It was shocking to see how much punishment Lara’s holes could take. Natla had explained the effects of the elasticity cream she had given Lara, but hearing about it and seeing it were two different things. Sybil too had become pre-occupied with Lara Croft, ever since the events of Sam’s engagement party. Sybil had also enjoyed Lara’s debasement, but unlike Mary, Sybil didn’t actually hate Lara: yes, she was jealous of her, but she would have been just as happy siding with Lara and abusing Mary, if the tables had been turned.
No, what Sybil desired more than anything else was social status – the one thing her father’s multi-million dollar fortune couldn’t buy, until now. It had taken quite a lot of convincing, getting her father to pay 21 million pounds for Lara’s Abingdon Estate and title. The thought made her giddy. By this time tomorrow, she would be Lady Sybil Marlow, the 12^th Countess of Abingdon. It was everything Sybil had ever dreamed of. She couldn’t wait to see Lara’s face when she found out. Smiling, Sybil moved back around in front of Lara and filmed a close-up of Lara’s face.
Lara groaned and found herself staring right into the lens of Sybil’s camera, as the horse mounting her came. Lara blushed with shame, as warm cum starting jetting deep inside her ass. With the giant horse cock lodged blocking the entrance to her asshole, the gooey cum slowly started filling Lara’s bowels. Lara’s ass was quickly filled to capacity, but the horse kept cuming, and soon the excess pressure forced Lara’s flat stomach to bulge outwards. Lara moaned in discomfort and despair, as she felt her tight stomach inflating painfully beneath her, making her feel painfully bloated.
She saw Sybil move around and video her ballooning belly, before the horse finally stopped cuming and pulled out with a loud squelching sound. As soon as the horse cock vacated her gaping asshole, Lara’s belly deflated and a thick stream of cum came gushing out of her gaping asshole and down her legs. As Mary led the horse away, Sybil moved forward for a close-up shot. Lara’s sloppy, cum-splattered ass was gaping open a full 2.5 inches wide, and the light from the video camera allowed Sybil to see almost a full foot inside her cum-filled hole. Lara shivered, as her dilated sphincter slowly shrunk closed again.
Mary returned several minutes later with an even larger horse: a dappled grey stallion of 16 hands height. What caught Lara’s attention, however, was the truly enormous black cock jutting down between its legs. The cock must have been 18 inches long and at least 3 inches thick along the first half of the shaft, widening to 3.5 inches at the medial ring. Most frightening of all was the flared, mushroom shaped head, which was around 3.75 inches in diameter.
“I’m going to let you decide which hole this goes in.” Mary said, rubbing her fingers over the horse’s cock suggestively.
“Could I… put it in my mouth?” Lara asked, turning red with embarrassment, while Sybil filmed her lewd request.
“Kinky girl!” Mary teased. “You’ll get to do that later, but I’m afraid this one will either go in your pussy or your ass.”
Lara frowned at this no-win situation. She definitely didn’t want something that huge going inside her pussy, but she worried that having something that massive in her asshole could do permanent damage, and maybe even make her incontinent. After everything she had suffered, the prospect of having to go through life wearing adult diapers was just too much to bear.
“My pussy.” Lara said softly.
“Speak up and ask nicely. Make sure you say please.” Mary ordered.
Lara blushed a deeper shade of red, as Sybil moved forward to record her humiliation.
“Can I please have the horse in… my pussy?” Lara asked, dying with shame at the obscene things she was being forced to say.
Mary smiled triumphantly and said, “Lie down on your back.”
Lara was confused, but got up from her bent-over position, and laid herself backwards along the hay bale.
“Spread your legs.” Mary instructed.
Lara opened her legs so that they dangled down on either side of the hay bale, giving Sybil’s camera a perfect view of her beautiful, naked body and her gaping, cum-filled holes. Mary rubbed lubricant over the horse’s enormous cock and then walked it forward to where Lara lay. Lara’s breathing quickened, as the horse trotted over her recumbent body, straddling the hay bale and blocking her vision. A moment later, she grunted as the thick, flared head of the horse’s cock pressed forcefully against her gaping pussy. Her stretched pussy had already been loosened by the previous horse, but not nearly enough. This horse’s cock was thicker and longer than Lara’s forearm and would easily be the largest thing that had even been inside her.
Lara moaned in pain, as the powerful horse pushed forward. Her pussy lips twitched and strained against the huge intruder, distending inwards around it. A moment later, Lara cried out in pain as the blunt horse cock forced her stretched pussy lips apart, widening her hole until it popped inside her. Lara shivered and moaned, as the thick horse cock slid deeper inside her pussy, widening her tender hole as it went. It felt like she was giving birth in reverse. The thick head of the horse cock stretched her delicate pussy open around it, as it pushed deeper and deeper inside her. Finally, she felt the massive cock bottom out, pressing uncomfortably against her cervix.
The horse whinnied, frustrated at this new obstacle, and suddenly bucked its hips. Lara screamed as a full 7 inches of horse cock ploughed into her stretched pussy and slammed against her cervix. The horse was right above her now, and Lara instinctively reached up and wrapped her arms and legs around its flanks, trying to brace herself against its powerful thrusts. To Sybil’s camera, it looked as though Lara was reaching up to embrace her lover. The horse pulled back a couple of inches, before thrusting forward again. Lara cried out in pain, as the half-ton stallion drove its thick cock back into her stretched pussy, once again slamming against her cervix. Lara felt something shift inside her, as her cervix slowly distended inwards. The horse jerked forward again, cramming another inch of thick cock inside her pussy.
The horse now had 8 inches of its cock buried inside her, and the girthy medial ring was pressing uncomfortably against Lara’s stretched pussy lips. Lara held on tightly to the thrusting horse above her, trying to limit the damage it was doing, but the horse was relentless. Over and over again, it battered its thick cock against her cervix. Lara moaned, as her cervix slowly started to dilate open – a phenomenon caused by a combination of the elasticity cream that Lara had been applying to her pussy, and her own body’s feminine instincts, believing that Lara must be giving birth.
The horse rammed repeatedly into Lara’s stretched pussy, causing her cervix to bulge inwards and open wider. After another minute of relentless thrusting, Lara’s cervix finally surrendered and dilated fully, allowing the thick horse cock to plunge inside. Lara screamed breathlessly, as the thick horse cock pushed past her cervix and entered her fertile womb. Lara looked down in horror at the sight of the long horse cock bulging outwards from her flat stomach, its thick outline clearly visible through her smooth skin. The horse pulled back and Lara saw her stretched pussy lips distend outwards around the thick cock impaling her, gripping the thick shaft as it pulled out. Her pussy lips were pulled almost an inch from her body, before disappearing back inside her, as the horse thrust forward once more.
Her gaping pussy had swallowed the thick medial ring of the horse cock, and now only a couple of inches still remained outside her pussy. Lara guessed that she had at least 15 inches of thick equine cock buried inside her. The horse whinnied and bucked forward again, pushing its thick shaft deep inside Lara’s womb. She cried out, but this time not just in pain. Lara moaned, as the horse rammed its cock against the back of her womb, over and over again. She bit her lips and unconsciously moved her hips up and down to meet it, oblivious to the smirking faces of Mary, Sybil and Natla, and the indecent spectacle she was giving them.
The horse pushed forward one last time, burying its massive cock as deeply as it could, before shooting its gooey cum directly into Lara’s fertile womb. For Lara, the sensation of thick, warm horse cum spurting against the sensitive walls of her womb was too much to take. Lara bucked wildly and screamed in ecstasy, as she came around the monstrous cock impaling her. The horse coated her insides with its cum, filling her womb to capacity, but it just kept on cuming. Lara’s cervix formed an air-tight seal around the horse cock filling her womb, so the excess cum had nowhere to go. Soon, the pressure forced Lara’s womb to expand in a disgusting parody of pregnancy. Lara’s once-flat stomach distended outwards, bulging obscenely until she looked almost 6 months pregnant.
When the stallion finally pulled out of her, a stream of thick cum spilled out from Lara’s gaping, ruined pussy and cascaded down between her legs. Lara’s sloppy, cavernous cunt was now gaping open a full 3 inches wide, and her cum-filled womb was fully visible through her yawning, open cervix. Mary led the horse away, while Sybil took close-up video of Lara’s sloppy, ruined hole. Mary returned with another horse, this one a large brown stallion of 16 hands.
“Please… no more…” Lara pleaded, pitifully.
“I’ll tell you what, Lara. Since you’re a commoner now, if you use my title and ask nicely, I’ll make this the last one. If you ask really nicely, I’ll even let you use your mouth this time.” Mary said.
Lara climbed wearily to her feet.
“No, get down on your hands and knees. Kiss my feet and ask.” Mary said.
Mary grinned triumphantly as the once-proud former aristocrat got down on her hands and knees and crawled forward across the dirty floor. Lara blushed with shame, as she leaned forward and kissed each of Mary’s shiny leather riding boots.
“Please, Lady Mary, may I take this last horse in my mouth?” Lara asked.
Mary cocked her head to the side and pursed her lips theatrically, as if considering the question.
“I don’t know. Perhaps you should ask Lady Sybil.” Mary said.
Sybil enjoyed the confused look on Lara’s face.
“I don’t understand…” Lara said.
“It’s very simple. I’ve bought your estate and title from Sarah. I’m the Countess of Abingdon now, while you’re just a common little peasant!” Sybil said triumphantly.
Sybil zoomed in as tears started to streak down Lara’s beautiful face.
“Crawl over to Lady Sybil and use her full title!” Mary commanded.
Lara crawled dejectedly towards where Sybil was standing. Sybil theatrically pressed her left boot against Lara’s cheek and waited. She smiled when, a moment later, Lara cocked her head to the side and kissed her boot. Sybil swapped feet and pressed her other boot under Lara’s chin. Lara lowered her face and kissed it too. Then Lara said the words that Sybil had been dreaming of for so long:
“Lady Sybil, Countess of Abingdon, may I please take the last horse in my mouth?” Lara asked.
Sybil nodded, and kept filming.
They made Lara crawl across the dirty floor to where the last horse waited. Its dark-coloured cock was still flaccid, and Lara hesitantly reached up and wrapped her delicate fingers around its girth. Lara knelt beneath the massive horse and used both her hands to masturbate the cock, watching as it expanded and lengthened in her grasp. It grew so thick that it forced her fingers open around it. The horse cock was a full 19 inches long and 3 inches thick, with a 3.75 inch wide flared head. Lara open her mouth and tried vainly to wrap her lips around it, but it was simply too big.
Grimacing in disgust, Lara thrust out her tongue and started licking small circles around the giant, mushroom-shaped head, while using both of her hands to rub up and down the thick shaft. The horse above her shifted and whinnied at the pleasant sensations it was feeling. Lara increased her pace, milking the cock and licking the head as quickly as she could. She tried to ignore the strong equine odour of the horse, and the pungent, bestial taste of its cock. Lara blushed as she saw Sybil kneel down beside her to shoot a close-up of Lara giving a blowjob to a horse.
Lara kept licking and jerking, wanting this whole horrible nightmare to be over. The horse snorted and stamped its foreleg. Lara felt its cock start to tense and spasm, and realised that the horse was about to cum. Lara opened her mouth and braced herself for what was about to happen, while continuing to jerk off the massive horse cock dangling in front of her face. A moment later, a thick jet of horse cum shot against the back of her throat. Lara gagged and instinctively pulled back, as a second spurt of cum splashed against her nose. More jets of milky cum sprayed against her cheeks and forehead, and ran down her chin.
Lara tried to move away from the ejaculating horse cock, but felt Mary’s hands grab her by the ponytail and push her roughly forward. More horse cum shot directly into Lara’s face and hair, drenching her beautiful features until she was almost unrecognisable. The horse dribbled some final spurts of cum down onto Lara’s naked breasts, before its balls were finally empty. Lara gagged with revulsion, and it took all of her willpower not to throw up.
“You’d better go and clean up, Lara. We still need to discuss your new occupation, now that you’re no longer a Countess.” Natla said.
“But… what about my honorary doctorate from Oxford?” Lara asked. “You said I’d be able to start teaching next year.”
“I’m afraid that simply isn’t an option any more, given your greatly reduced circumstances; but don’t worry: Mary and Sybil have both thought of some other ways for you to earn a living – jobs more suited to your new social status. For example, in return for room and board, Mary would like to employ you as a maid, cooking and cleaning for her and her fiancée. On the other hand, Sybil would rather have you work for her as a personal assistant, running errands on her behalf, carrying her shopping, that sort of thing.” Natla said.
Lara was horrified, but the news just kept getting worse.
“Then there’s the question of money. Winston suggested that you become a cam girl, and both Mary and Sybil were very excited by the idea, but again there’s some disagreement about the best way to go about it. Mary believes you should go professional, create your own website and charge a monthly subscription fee for people to view your content. She’s also in favour of hiring professional pornstars to film with you. Sybil, on the other hand, believes that you should do amateur reviews of adult products and toys, and film yourself using them. Apparently, these kinds of videos are very popular with women, and Sybil believes she can get her millions of Instagram and Twitter followers to check them out. Sybil wants to post the videos for free, to maximise web traffic, and instead collect money on the back end, from third party advertisements and paid product endorsements.” Natla said.
Lara listened in mute horror, as Natla explained the direction that her new life would take.
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