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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 50127 -:- 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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Sixteen weeks have passed since Lady Lara Croft signed over her noble Title to Sarah Green, the billionaire heiress and new Countess of Abingdon, and agreed to become her maid and sex slave for one year. Early on, Sarah revealed Lara’s new status as a sex slave to her former staff at Croft Manor, and forced her to service them as well. More recently, Lara was tricked into endorsing a new and highly pornographic version of her Tomb Raider game; and at the last Charity dinner, Lara was forced to model nude for a famous artist, in front of 80 high society guests. All of this has reinforced Lara’s new reputation as a wanton slut. Lara’s tumble down the social ladder has begun.
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A week after the events of the Charity dinner, where she had been forced to strip naked and perform the role nude life model, Lara found herself sitting inside the luxurious cabin of Sarah’s private Gulfstream G700 jet. Lara had hired many private jets in her time – it was one of the habits that had led to her becoming so indebted – but none were as large as this one, which looked big enough to transport an entire basketball team. The fact that Sarah actually owned this jet further underlined the huge disparity in their wealth.
Ordinarily, Lara would have consoled herself with her superior social status. Other people might be wealthier than her, but she was a noble Countess. Now she didn’t even have that emotional crutch to lean on, since she officially no longer held the Title of Countess of Abingdon. That title now legally belonged to Sarah, until she signed it back over to Lara at the end of her year of indentured servitude. In Lara’s depressed mind, this made Sarah the wealthy aristocrat, while she was nothing but a lowly peasant.
Despite her poor mood, Lara couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of being pampered, as a female flight attendant in a tailored blue unform delivered a glass of sparkling champagne to her seat. It felt good to be wearing designer clothes again, rather than her degrading French maid’s uniform. The dress she was wearing was an expensive and sexy black cocktail dress that started just above the knees and had side-slits that ran up to mid-thigh on each side. The dress was backless and sinched-in tightly at the waist, before flowing up over her breasts and looping together behind her back. Underneath the dress, Lara was wearing a tiny black G-string and her mandatory large black butt plug – although Lara had gotten so used to wearing the latter that she hardly even noticed it anymore.
What Lara wasn’t wearing underneath the expensive black dress was a bra. The dress had a daringly low neckline, which plunged down a couple of inches below her breasts. It left a scandalous amount of her central cleavage on open display, as well as the outline of her perky nipples, which were visibly poking out through the silky black fabric of the dress. The outfit was completed by a pair of stylish black 5-inch high heels and, most surprisingly, an expensive pearl necklace that had once belonged to Lara’s mother. It felt good to wear jewellery again, especially a piece that held so much sentimental value to her, after having been denied that privilege for so long. It made Lara feel like a proper Lady again, even if she was technically just a common servant.
Lara was immediately suspicious when Sarah announced that they’d be travelling overseas together. Lara didn’t doubt that Sarah had a host of humiliating new ordeals planned for her, but she was also incredibly bored of her maid duties and weary of her grinding routine. However, what finally won her over was when Sarah said that while they were travelling, Lara be allowed to behave as her old self, rather than as a servant – although Sarah still expected Lara to use her Title and to service her sexually in private. Just the chance to leave Croft Manor as an almost free woman was too good to pass up, so she agreed. Now they were only hours away from landing in Tokyo, Japan, where they would be attending a dinner with important local businessmen.
The jet landed in Tokyo and they immediately transferred to a waiting black limousine. While Sarah’s extensive luggage was transferred into a second vehicle, one of the flight staff handed over a bundle of passports to a waiting Japanese immigration official, who rubberstamped them without any further scrutiny. Lara was unsurprised that they were able to bypass the usual customs procedures: people flying on private jets weren’t subject to the same bureaucratic rules and long wait times as regular people. That was one of the reasons that Lara preferred to use private jets, despite the extra expense. Lara didn’t doubt that phone calls had been made and travel permits approved well in advance of their visit.
After a short drive, they arrived at private luxury hotel – the kind of establishment that was not open to the general public and only rented rooms to members and specially invited guests. The name of the hotel was written in Japanese, so Lara had no idea what it was called. A young Japanese valet, dressed in a black three-piece suit, opened the car door for them, while two identically dressed valets took their luggage. Sarah led Lara up the front steps, where a fourth valet opened the double-width glass doors for them. The hotel’s interior was stylish and modern, but with small Japanese touches, like the use of Japanese Elm and Cedar for the furniture and wall panelling, and tasteful Japanese sculptures and paintings dotted around the rooms and corridors. It also looked very expensive.
Lara was confused when, rather than going to their hotel room, she and Sarah were escorted through a staff entrance into the kitchen. The room was a hive of activity, with more than a dozen chefs and servers preparing a multitude of delicacies and loading them onto steel serving trollies. Sarah led her through the kitchen and out another staff entrance into an expansive private dining room. Lara stopped in her tracks, when she saw two young Japanese women – no older than 18 or 19 years – lying completely naked atop of two serving tables. The two women lay perfectly still, while the kitchen staff carefully stacked sushi and other delicacies onto large green leaves that had been strategically placed over their breasts, stomachs, pubic regions and thighs. Lara couldn’t understand how their faces could look so serene, despite being completely naked and surrounded by a dozen fully clothed men.
“Everything is prepared, Lady Green.” The middle-aged Japanese hotel manager said, gesturing towards the empty third serving table in between the other two.
Lara’s face paled when she turned to Sarah and saw the wicked smile on her face. Lara opened her mouth to object, but after everything that Sarah had already put her through, she knew it was pointless to argue. Lara was led away to a changeroom, where she reluctantly removed her expensive black cocktail dress and jewellery. Sarah mercifully permitted her to remove her butt plug, which Lara washed and dried at a nearby sink, before handing it to Sarah to keep safe in her handbag, along with Lara’s expensive pearl necklace. Then Lara dressed in a silky white dressing robe and walked back out into the dining room.
The kitchen staff were professionals who had done this many times, but even so, Lara caught several of them stopping to look at her, when she disrobed and climbed onto the table. Lara tried to ignore them and stared vacantly up at the ceiling, while broad green leaves were placed over her breasts, pussy, stomach and thighs. Each woman’s naked body would be serving a different part of tonight’s gourmet meal. The body of the first young Japanese woman, located next to Lara’s feet, was loaded up with different varieties of uncooked sushi, which would serve as the entre; the body of the second young Japanese woman, located next to Lara’s head, was stacked up with small bamboo bowls containing various jellies, ice creams and other specialty deserts; but main course, consisting of expertly prepared and flawlessly garnished meats and seafood, had been reserved for Lara.
Lara’s flat stomach held a pyramid of expertly cooked wagyu beef strips; her athletic thighs were stacked high with lobster meat, king crab and abalone, and her crotch was covered in pre-shucked oysters. For her magnificent breasts, they had reserved the rarest and most expensive Japanese delicacies: bluefin tuna – which sold for $3,600 a pound in Japan – and fugu – the infamous puffer fish that could kill the eater if improperly prepared. Each voluptuous breasts was decorated with concentric circles of fugu and tuna, which were angled upwards towards her nipples like the poles of a teepee.
As the kitchen staff cleared away their serving trays and tables, yet more staff laid out stacks of plates and napkins onto a fourth table, along with numerous glasses of alcoholic Sake. This was to be a standing buffet, rather than a formal sit-down dinner. The main lights dimmed to about half their original brightness, while the lights directly above the three naked women stayed on full intensity, leaving them spotlighted at the centre of the room. There was minute of silence, after the kitchen staff cleared the room, before the large double doors at the other end of the dining room opened, and the dinner guests entered.
The bright lights shining down directly into Lara’s face made it hard for her to make out the faces of any of the people entering the room. She could see Sarah, distinguishable because of her feminine silhouette, but all of the other men were indistinct shapes slowly edging closer towards her table. Lara could feel herself blushing from her embarrassment, but she kept her eyes locked on the bright ceiling, while silently praying that none of the anonymous men knew who she was. Unfortunately for her, two of the guests recognised her almost instantly.
The 12 men that Sarah had invited to this informal meeting were all powerful and influential businessmen, whose cooperation she needed to further her business ventures in Japan. Foremost amongst these businessmen was Toru Nishimura, a successful and influential Japanese media mogul whose resources in advertising and product placement were unmatched. He was also a long-time ally of Lara Croft, who had rescued him from an assassination plot years earlier. The stocky 6-foot-tall Japanese businessmen couldn’t hide his surprise at seeing his aristocratic friend presented before him as a naked Nyotaoimori model.
The practice of Nyotaimori originated in Japan the late 1600s, as a way for erotic bathhouses to attract male customers. Over the centuries, it slowly evolved into a status symbol for successful executives and salarymen, and was used to grease the wheels of business in the same way that western businessmen might take important clients to a gentlemen’s’ clubs. Because of its origins in sex work, Nyotaimori models were considered little better than prostitutes. To see a high-born Countess like Lara Croft performing such a role was unthinkable – unless she was undercover on one of her missions.
Lara had always been headstrong, thought Nishimura, especially when compared to the submissive women of Japan. Nishimura had always been attracted to large-breasted western women, and Lara Croft was just his type. Despite considering her an ally, he couldn’t help but admire her flawless skin and sexy figure, peeking out from beneath the strategically placed food covering her naked body. Nevertheless, he tried not to give away the fact the he knew her, for fear of blowing her cover. As the Japanese businessmen walked forward to load-up their plates with food, Nishimura made sure to keep to the shadows and not lean too far forward into the light. He didn’t want his sudden appearance to alarm Lara and break her concentration.
A few feet away from Nishimura was another businessman who also recognised Lara Croft. Shogo Takamoto was an antiques dealer and Yakuza boss. Standing 5’7” tall and extensively balding with a moustache and goatee, beneath his suit Takamoto’s upper body and arms were covered in traditional Japanese tattoos, which were the trademark of the Yakuza. Where Lara had saved Nishimura’s life, she had almost ended Takamoto’s, when the later had tried to cheat her by selling her some counterfeit relics from the Asuka period. She had shot dead two of his bodyguards and wounded him personally, which caused Takamoto to lose face among the other crime bosses.
Nishimura expected to see anger on his face, but instead he saw a delighted smile. Takamoto made a beeline for Lara’s table and immediately started speaking to her. This raised several eyebrows among the other businessmen, since it was considered rude and uncultured to speak directly to a Nyotaimori model. However, Takamoto seemed not to care, and none of the other businessmen wanted to risk intervening and earning the enmity of a dangerous Yakuza boss.
“Lady Croft. So good to see you again in these circumstances.” Takamoto said smugly.
Hearing Takamoto’s voice so unexpectedly caused Lara to jump with freight, almost dislodging several pieces of seafood.
“So, tell me: how does a famous archaeologist come to find herself working as a Nyotaimori model?” Takamoto asked, as he picked up a piece of bluefin tuna from Lara’s breast and placed it inside his mouth.
Lara could feel herself blushing with shame under her enemy’s gaze, but she was unable to think of plausible answer to give him. Then an unexpected ally appeared, but rather than comfort her, it made her feel even more embarrassed.
“Talking with Nyotaimori models is highly discouraged.” Nishimura said, suddenly appearing beside Takamoto.
Takamoto grunted in acknowledgement.
“You’re right. Upstanding businessmen like us shouldn’t lower ourselves by talking to prostitutes like her. Although, maybe you want to do more than just talk, eh? I remember that you like the big-titted western women, with their fat cow udders!” Takamoto said.
At the mention of big-titted western women, Nishimura couldn’t help but glance down at Lara’s voluptuous chest. Takamoto noticed his wandering eyes and smiled down at Lara, who had seen it as well. Lara felt sick to her stomach with embarrassment. Takamoto took another piece of Fugu from Lara’s right breast, and a piece of bluefin tuna from her left.
Takamoto decided to increase Lara’s shame by calling out to the other businessmen in Japanese. He told them the bluefin and fugu tasted incredible and they really needed to try some. Soon all 12 men were loading up their plates with pieces of seafood from Lara’s breasts and many came back for seconds. As they ate, the businessmen drank down impressive quantities of alcoholic Sake, and their conversations became more boisterous. Once Lara’s breasts had been entirely empties of seafood, Takamoto remarked that the green leaves holding the seafood were also edible. To Nishimura’s horror, he then removed the leaf covering Lara’s left breast and wrapped it around a piece of wagyu beef, before devouring it.
This was an extreme breach of protocol, but the drunken businessmen seemed not to mind. In fact, one of their number immediately emulated Takamoto’s action and wolfed down the green leaf that had been covering Lara’s other breast. Lara’s cheeks flushed, as her naked breasts were revealed to the gathered men. Like many Japanese men, these businessmen had a special fetish for large-breasted Gaijin women, and they gathered around to discuss the proportions and symmetry of Lara’s impressive chest. Despite them speaking in Japanese, Lara could tell from their lecherous stares and hand gestures that they were talking about her, and she felt a shiver of humiliation run up her spine.
The other two Japanese Nyotaimori models had not signed up for this sort of treatment and tipped the remaining food off their bodies, spilling much of it onto the floor. Then they ran towards the exit, while doing their best to cover their nakedness with their arms. The drunken businessmen laughed at the spectacle and then returned their attention to Lara. As the businessmen laughed, ate and drank, Sarah pulled them aside one at a time to speak with them. Beside her was a young Japanese man in a suit, who was acting as her interpreter. When his turn came, Takamoto eagerly joined Sarah at the back of the room, while glancing over at Lara.
Lara’s crotch had been completely denuded of oysters and green leaves, and was now as naked as her breasts. The look of humiliation on Lara’s beautiful face, as the lecherous businessmen leaned down to sniff her naked pussy, made Takamoto laugh with joy. Then he returned his attention to Sarah.
“Tell me, Lady Green, how is it that you have the famous Lady Croft performing Nyotaimori at your dinner?” Takamoto asked, deigning to speak English to his foreign hostess.
“You clearly don’t follow British news. Lara signed a contract to become my indentured servant for one year. Now, she does whatever I tell her to do.” Sarah explained, dismissing her interpreter.
Nishimura had edged closer to listen-in on their conversation, and his face betrayed his shock when he overheard Sarah’s last sentence.
“I must say that I am surprised Lady Croft would agree to such a thing. She’s always struck me as an overly proud woman.” Takamoto said, as if it was some sort of insult. “Why did you agree to it? I thought that you western aristocrats always stuck together.”
“I’m not an aristocrat.” Sara corrected him.
“But your Title? Your invitation said that you were a Countess?” Takamoto said, appearing confused.
“The Title I now hold was previously owned by Lara Croft, but she signed it over to me when she agreed to become my servant.” Sarah explained.
“So, she is no longer a noblewoman?” Takamoto said, unable to contain his joy at hearing of his enemy’s downfall.
“No, she’s just a common maid now. I even make her clean the Manor house that she used to live in as Countess.” Sarah said.
Sarah could see how excited Takamoto was becoming from speaking about Lara’s downfall, so she went into more detail, describing how Lara was forced to dust and clean toilets in her own Manor House. He became especially excited when Sarah told him about Lara being forced to obey all of her former servants, and to courtesy to them and address them as Sir or Ma’am. Takamoto was clearly impressed by Sarah’s control over Lara, and his eyes shone with respect. It was a rare thing for a Yakuza to display respect for a foreigner, much less a woman.
“I think we can do business together, Lady Green. I wonder, might I be permitted to witness Lara Croft performing her maid duties first hand?” Takamoto asked, his mind racing with ways that he could humiliate Lara.
Sarah leaned forward so that she would not be overheard, and then answered him with a suggestive smile.
“I’m sure you can find a better use for her than simply cleaning your hotel room.” Sarah said.
Takamoto’s eyes widened with shocked understanding, as he understood what Sarah was implying.
“And she would agree to this?” Takamoto asked.
“Lara does whatever I tell her. Would 3 hours be sufficient time for you to sample her charms?” Sarah asked.
Takamoto nodded eagerly.
“I would need your promise that you will not mark or injure her, as it would lower her value to me. Is that acceptable to you?” Sarah asked.
“That is acceptable.” Takamoto said, actually bowing to Sarah in a rare sign of respect.
“Then I’ll send her to your hotel room around 8.00pm.” Sarah said. “Oh, and feel free to share her with your bodyguards, if that would amuse you.” Sarah suggested, to Takamoto’s obvious delight.
As soon as Takamoto walked away, Nishimura took the opportunity to approach the dinner’s host.
“Lady Green, might I have a moment of your time?” Nishimura asked respectfully.
“Mr Nishimura, I’m so pleased that you accepted my invitation. Please, call me Sarah.” Sarah said, holding out her hand.
Nishimura shook it. “Please, call me Toru.” Nishimura said, dispensing with formality. “I must admit, I was intrigued by your ambitious proposal, but I am even more curious to know how you managed to convince Lara Croft to become your servant?”
Sarah took Nishimura’s arm and walked him over to a quiet corner of the room. Nishimura looked over his shoulder and saw that Takamoto had cleared away the last of the green leaves from Lara’s naked body, leaving her completely exposed. Lara’s beautiful face was a portrait of embarrassment and humiliation; and yet she made no move to end her misery or attack her tormentors. Nishimura had seen Lara Croft in action and knew that she could have easily outfought these drunken middle-aged businessmen; but instead, she simply lay there, perfectly still, gritting her teeth and blushing with shame. Nishimura felt his cock stir and turned away, ashamed at himself for becoming aroused by the sight of his ally’s degrading treatment.
“Lara agreed to become my servant as part of a publicity stunt for a Charity that we both support.” Sarah explained, once they were alone.
“For how long?” Nishimura asked.
“One year.” Sarah answered.
Nishimura looked shocked. “Why would she have agreed to such a thing… even for Charity?” He asked.
Sarah leaned in conspiratorially.
“Well, that’s just the official cover story. If you want to know the real reason, I’d need you to sign a non-disclosure agreement, to protect Lara’s privacy.” Sarah said.
Nishimura thought about it and then nodded.
“Why don’t you come to my hotel room around 10.00pm and we’ll discuss it further?” Sarah suggested, and then they shook hands in agreement.
Meanwhile, Lara’s evening just kept getting worse. With the other Nyotaimori models gone, the full attention of the dozen drunken Japanese businessmen was focused solely on her. Lara tried her best to remain stoic, as she looked up into the lecherous faces of the gluttonous businessmen, but it was almost impossible. The men were pigs, who chewed with their mouths open and carelessly sprayed her body with half-chewed globs of food and sprays of alcohol each time they laughed. As a well-bred English noblewoman, Lara was used to eating in immaculately clean formal dinning rooms; by comparison, this felt like a messy food fight in a seedy strip club.
Then a few of the businessmen became bolder and starting pouring their glasses of alcoholic Sake into Lara’s belly button and then slurping the liquid from her naked skin like dogs lapping at a water bowl. Soon, all of the men were taking it in turns to slurp alcoholic Sake from Lara’s chest, stomach and even her crotch. It made her feel completely dehumanised – like she was just a piece of meat. Her humiliation at being naked in front of so many men intensified each time she glanced up and saw Takamoto or Nishimura staring at her. Takamoto looked overjoyed at her downfall and was eagerly egging-on the other men; while Nishimura remained silent, and Lara worried what he must think of her, after seeing her being so obscenely used.
The dinner finally concluded about 30 minutes later, by which time all of the Japanese businessmen, except Nishimura and Takamoto, were extremely drunk. With heavily slurred words, they thanked Sarah profusely for a wonderful dinner and then staggered away towards their hotel rooms. Takamoto smiled and thanked Sarah for his gift, while Nishimura looked dead serious and simply nodded before leaving. Lara shivered with disgust and rolled into a sitting position. The pristine makeup on Lara’s untouched face looked completely at odds with the food-smeared mess below her neck. Lara’s upper body was drenched in sticky Sake, and her thighs, stomach and chest were covered in the messy remains of the various foods that had been served from her body.
Lara used a napkin to wipe away the largest deposits of filth caking her body, while Sarah waited nearby with her hotel robe. Lara took the robe gratefully, and then Sarah led her back to the changeroom where her clothes were hanging. The changeroom was not equipped with a shower, but it did have a small bathroom. With no other option, Lara wetted a towel in the sink and gave herself a hobo shower, wiping herself clean before drying herself off and dressing in her expensive black cocktail dress. When she exited the changeroom, she found Sarah waiting for her, dangling Lara’s pearl necklace in front of her. Lara gritted her teeth, but still placed it around her neck and clasped it shut.
“You performed excellently, despite the over-exuberance of our guests.” Sarah said.
“Thank you, my Lady.” Lara answered, feeling her chest swell with pride at the compliment.
But then she remembered that it was Sarah’s fault that she was even in this situation, and her smile faded.
“What do you think of Mr Takamoto?” Sarah asked curiously.
“The man’s a pig and a criminal! He’s dangerous and treacherous, and you shouldn’t trust a thing he says, my Lady!” Lara said with passion.
“I wasn’t aware that you two had history.” Sarah lied.
In fact, Sarah had detailed dossiers on every one of Lara’s acquaintances, be they friends or enemies. What she had said about Takamoto being valuable to her business plans was true, but the main reason she had invited him was because of his personal history with Lara. Sarah’s initial plan was to humiliate Lara in front of her friends and social group, hoping that it would be enough to strip away her arrogance and narcissism, and return her to the person that she used to be back in boarding school. But they were now 4 months into Lara’s year of slavery and it still hadn’t worked – Lara was as proud and stubborn as ever.
Sarah reasoned that much of Lara’s pride was rooted in her past achievements, so that was where Sarah would strike next. By humiliating Lara in front of her enemies, Sarah intended to taint and corrupt each one of the Tomb Raider’s accomplishments, until it impossible for her to think about her past glories without feeling shame. Hopefully that would rid Lara of her towering arrogance.
“A few years ago, Takamoto tried to sell me some counterfeit artifacts. When I called him out on it, things escalated quickly. I ended up shooting him and two of his bodyguards." Lara explained.
"I can see why you don’t trust him. Nevertheless, Mr Takamoto is a high-ranking member of the Yakuza, with a lot of influence among the local public officials and politicians.” Sarah said.
“If by influence, you mean bribery, blackmail and extortion!” Lara retorted.
“Regardless of how he achieves his influence, as an outsider doing business in Japan, his support would be invaluable in removing any bureaucratic hurdles to my operations. To seal our new business arrangement, I promised to send you up to his room to serve him tonight.” Sarah said.
Lara’s face paled.
“You expect me to give myself to that pig?” Lara asked incredulously.
“I expect you to do as you’re told!” Sarah said firmly. “Go up to room 1201. Stay there for 3 hours and obey Mr Takamoto’s commands, as if they were my own. When you’re finished, take the elevator to the top floor penthouse, where we’ll be staying. Understood?” Sarah asked, in a tone that brooked no argument.
Lara nodded her head glumly.
“Oh, and my previous instructions regarding your orgasms still applies: anytime you cum, I expect you to say that you’re a dirty little slut.” Sarah said.
“Yes, my Lady.” Lara said, even as the voice in her mind said, fat chance of that, since Takamoto was a notoriously selfish lover!
Lara walked out into the corridor and took the elevator to the 12^th floor, where Takamoto’s room was located. As soon as she exited the elevator, she was greeted by the sight of two Yakuza bodyguards in black suits guarding the door to Room 1201. Lara strutted forward on her high heels, with as much confidence as she could muster.
“I’m here to see Mr Takamoto. I believe he’s expecting me.” Lara said, uncertain whether the bodyguards even spoke English.
One of the bodyguards spoke into his earpiece and awaited a reply. A minute later, the door opened and Lara was escorted inside, where a second pair of bodyguards searched her for weapons. Lara bit back her anger, as the smiling bodyguard kneeling in front of her slid his hands up her long legs and up under her dress. Meanwhile, the second guard ran his hands over her arms and back, and then took the opportunity to reach around and fondle her breasts.
“Satisfied?” Lara asked, feeling her face reddening from their indecent treatment.
Both men smiled and one said something in Japanese, while gesturing for her to continue down the corridor. Takamoto’s hotel suite was actually a series of rooms branching off from the entrance corridor, with the other end of the corridor leading to a large dining and entertainment area. Takamoto was seated inside with the rest of his entourage: four more black-suited bodyguards with earpieces and a woman dressed in a tight-fitting black minidress. Lara instantly formed the opinion that the pretty young Japanese woman must be Takamoto’s mistress, since no Yakuza boss would ever tolerate his sister or daughter dressing in such a revealing outfit.
Lara guessed that the dark-haired Japanese woman was about her age – although it was always difficult to tell with Asian women. The woman was pretty, but much shorter and more thinly built than Lara. The young woman was staring at her with undisguised hostility, obviously believing that Lara posed a threat to her own position as Takamoto’s mistress. Lara smiled with genuine amusement, wondering how on earth a woman that was almost a foot shorter than her thought that she’d be able to intimidate her. That smile faded when she made eye contact with Takamoto. The way he was staring at her made her feel like a small animal that had accidentally wandered into a predator’s lair.
“I would ask why the great Lady Croft has come to visit me, but we both know that you are no longer a Lady.” Takamoto said.
The way Takamoto emphasised the word Lady implied that he was speaking of more than simply her Title. He was calling her a slut, she realised. Lara cleared her throat and try to think of a reply that didn’t confirm his accusation.
“Ahem… Mr Takamoto… I’ve come to… umm… I’m here to…” Lara said, struggling for the right words to say.
Takamoto spoke to his entourage in Japanese and then turned back to Lara.
“Let us make this simple. Who ordered to come here?” Takamoto asked.
“Lady Sarah Green.” Lara answered, and Takamoto translated her answer for the benefit of his entourage.
“And what is her power to order you?” Takamoto asked.
“She is the Countess of Abingdon, and I am sworn to obey her.” Lara answered, feeling herself redden from this line of questioning.
“Was that not your old Title?” Takamoto asked, knowing full well that it was.
“Yes.” Lara answered.
“But not anymore?” Takamoto pressed.
“No.” Lara replied, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
“So, Lady Green is now the Countess of Abingdon, and she has ordered you to come here tonight?” Takamoto asked.
“Yes.” Lara answered.
“Tell me, then: what were her orders to you?” Takamoto asked.
“To come to your hotel room, to remain here for 3 hours and… ahem… to obey your commands.” Lara said.
Lara’s throat felt dry and she could feel her face turning bright red with embarrassment. Takamoto translated what Lara had just said, and all of his entourage started smiling. Takamoto barked an order to his mistress, who strutted forward on tacky black platform high heels, which looked like they had been purchased from a sex shop. The mistress circled around behind her, while running her black-painted nails up Lara’s exposed arm and shoulder. Lara shivered at her touch. The mistress walked in front of her and then turned back towards Takamoto and said something in Japanese.
“My mistress likes your dress. Give it to her!” Takamoto ordered.
Here we go, Lara thought. After a moment’s hesitation, she reached up behind her neck and unclasped the halter holding up her black cocktail dress. The front of her dress fell down past her hips, exposing her naked chest and stomach. Now blushing bright red with embarrassment, Lara reached behind her and unzipped the back of the dress, before sliding it down over her hourglass hips and stepping out of it. Lara handed the expensive black cocktail dress to the dark-haired Japanese mistress, who grinned and spoke in Japanese to Takamoto.
“She says she likes your panties as well. Give them to her!” Takamoto ordered.
Lara shivered with humiliation and slid her black G-string down her long legs, before handing it over. She was now completely naked, except for her pearl necklace and her stylish black high heels. Takamoto barked an order to his mistress, who carried the dress and panties from the room.
“I’m going to have your dress and panties framed and mounted on my wall as a trophy!” Takamoto announced triumphantly.
Lara’s face paled, as she imagined Takamoto bragging about his victory over her to everyone who visited his office.
“Now, I want you to apologise for shooting me.” Takamoto ordered.
“I… ahem… I’m sorry for shooting you, Mr Takamoto.
“Get down on your knees and beg for my forgiveness.” Takamoto ordered, clearing getting off on his power trip.
Lara dropped to her knees and clasped her hands together like a penitent at a convent.
“Please, Mr Takamoto, forgive me for shooting you.” Lara pleaded.
“Now crawl to me, and show me how sorry you are.” Takamoto ordered, his eyes wide with lust.
Lara crawled forward across the carpeted floor like a dog, with her large breasts bouncing freely beneath her chest and her sexy buttocks swaying from side to side. As she crawled towards him, Takamoto unzipped his suit pants and exposed his cock. Lara placed her hands on top of Takamoto’s spread thighs and saw that he was already rock hard. Lara knew there was no point in delaying the inevitable, and with a resigned sigh, she lowered her lips towards her hated enemy’s cock. Lara began by sliding her red lips up and down Takamoto’s average-sized shaft, and then twirling her tongue around the sensitive tip. She took his deep groan as a signal to open her lips and take his cock inside her mouth.
As the former Countess of Abingdon knelt submissively in front of her enemy and slowly bobbed her head up and down on his crotch, Takamoto’s mistress returned. Lara had given enough blowjobs in the last four months to know that Takamoto was quickly building towards a climax. She even reasoned that if she brought him to orgasm quickly enough, it might shame him in front of his men – a small victory, perhaps, but she’d take what she could get. Takamoto said something to his mistress, and a moment later, Lara felt herself being yanked upright by her hair. Before she knew what was happening, the mistress pressed her lips against Lara’s and forced her tongue inside Lara’s mouth. The mistress’s kiss wasn’t loving or gentle, and when she broke it off, Lara was left coughing and spluttering.
Then, without warning, the mistress spat directly into Lara’s beautiful face. Lara’s jaw dropped in shock and outrage, but before she managed to process what was happening, the mistress grabbed her by the hair with both hands and rammed Lara’s face back down onto Takamoto’s cock. Lara gagged, as Takamoto’s cock impaled her unprepared throat. Lara made a series of gagging and choking sounds, as the mistress brutally pushed her head up and down on Takamoto’s cock. Ordinarily, Lara would have had no trouble deepthroating someone of Takamoto’s size, but the cruel mistress was messing up her rhythm and interfering with her breathing.
After another minute of brutal face-fucking, Lara’s head was yanked back off Takamoto’s cock. Lara gasped for air, like a swimmer whose head had been held under water. Her beautiful face was dripping with slimy ropes of saliva, which the mistress added to by again spitting on Lara’s face, before forcing her head back down onto Takamoto’s crotch. Takamoto gave an order in Japanese to his bodyguards and they began to undo their belts and pants. The first guard knelt behind Lara, still wearing his black suit but with his pants now down around his knees, and pressed his cock against Lara’s tight pussy. Lara moaned around Takamoto’s cock, as she felt the bodyguard behind her slide all the way inside her pussy.
The mistress grabbed two handfuls of Lara’s long silky hair and used it to ram Lara’s red face violently down onto Takamoto’s cock. Lara was brutally throat-fucked for another minutes, before she coughed and spluttered, as the mistress yanked her upright again. The mistress spat in her face again, seeming to take some sort of obscene pleasure in soiling her beauty, before pushing Lara’s faced back down onto Takamoto’s crotch. As she choked around Takamoto’s cock, Lara became aware of the other bodyguards standing around her, stroking their cocks while they watched her being spit-roasted.
The Yakuza bodyguard fucking Lara from behind had a firm hold on her sexily curved hips, and was using them like handles to ram himself as deeply as possible inside her pussy. The mistress released Lara’s messed-up hair and knelt down beside her heaving body. Looking up at Takamoto, who was holding the base of Lara’s ponytail to control the pace of her bobbing head, the mistress licked two fingers of her right hand and pressed them inside Lara’s asshole. She had intended the unexpected intrusion to shock the beautiful English woman, but instead it was she who was shocked, when her fingers slid inside Lara’s elastic asshole without resistance. The mistress said something to Takamoto in Japanese, and then added a third finger.
“My mistress says you must be a total whore, to have such a loose asshole.” Takamoto said, not bothering to stop fucking Lara’s throat to get a reply.
Takamoto barked another order to his mistress, who grinned and reached her other hand down between Lara’s legs and started rubbing her sensitive clit. Lara moaned around Takamoto’s cock, as the combination of the cock pistoning in and out of her pussy, the furious rubbing of her clitoris and the three fingers stretching open her asshole sent her into sensory overload. Lara’s entire body shook, as she orgasmed. Takamoto pulled her mouth from his cock, as much to pace himself and stave off his own orgasm as to see Lara’s face. Lara’s beautiful face was drenched in gooey saliva, her red lipstick was smudged across her lips and her dark eyeliner was streaked down her cheeks.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara blurted out from habit, still caught up in the throes of her own orgasm.
Takamoto smiled and translated Lara’s humiliating admission for her mistress and bodyguards, who laughed derisively at the bedraggled Tomb Raider. Takamoto rubbed his wet cock all over Lara’s face, further smearing her features with frothy white saliva, before plunging back inside her mouth. Lara felt the bodyguard fucking her pussy finally ejaculate inside her. She felt several spurts of hot cum splash against the back of her pussy and then he withdrew, leaving a thin trail of cum leaking down her leg. After a brief pause, Lara felt someone lifting one of her legs upward, so that another bodyguard could slide beneath her. The bodyguard in between her legs pulled her hips downwards onto his crotch and impaled her pussy on his cock.
A moment later, a second bodyguard knelt down behind her and pushed his cock inside her asshole. Lara groaned, as her body was made airtight by the Yakuza gangsters. With two bodyguards double penetrating her from below and behind, Lara submissively bobbed her lips up and down along Takamoto’s shaft, feeling her throat stretch open around the tip each time she bottomed-out. The mistress moved back around to Lara’s head and mashed her face down hard into Takamoto’s crotch, while leaning forward and seductively kissing her lover. As her face turned red from lack of oxygen, Lara felt the cock she was choking on begin to ejaculate, spurting warm cum directly down her throat.
Just when Lara feared she would pass out from lack of oxygen, the Yakuza boss finally finished draining his balls into her throat and pulled back. Lara was left flush-faced and gasping for air, while Takamoto rubbed his slimy, cum-coated cock against her cheeks, nose and lips, further ruining her makeup. Without Takamoto’s grip holding her head in place, Lara’s body started to rock backwards and forwards from the powerful thrusts of the two Yakuza bodyguards double penetrating her.
The mistress reached down towards Lara’s bouncing breasts and started pinching and pulling her sensitive nipples. Lara moaned and arched her back, turning her wet blushing face upwards just in time to receive another glob of spit from the mistress. The mistress said something in Japanese to the bodyguard that Lara was straddling. He removed one hand from Lara’s athletic thighs and used it to vigorously rub her clit. Lara shuddered and cried out, as the cruel Yakuza forced another orgasm from her tired sweaty body.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara said, almost sobbing from the sensory overload she was experiencing.
“Lick my pussy, Gaijin whore!” the mistress commanded in broken English.
Lara shouldn’t have been surprised that a woman in her line of work would have picked up some coarse English sexual phrases. The mistress released her hold of Lara’s large dangling breasts and grabbed her by the hair again. The mistress stood with her feet wide apart and pulled Lara’s slimy face against her crotch. Lara immediately stuck out her tongue and started licking the mistress’s pussy. Lara screwed up her nose in disgust, as she imagined how many thousands of cocks had been inside the pussy that she was now licking. Her nose filled with the moist feminine odour of the mistress’s sweaty pussy, while her tongue was drenched with the mistress’s love juice.
The bodyguard fucking Lara’s ass suddenly groaned and came, shooting powerful jets of cum deep inside Lara’s rectum. When she had orgasmed, Lara had begun unconsciously clenching and unclenching her anal muscles, causing her tight rubbery asshole to literally milk the cock impaling it. The other bodyguards joked and laughed in Japanese, probably making fun of the man for cuming so quickly, while another of the bodyguards took his place inside Lara’s tight asshole. This one swore loudly in Japanese, as almost immediately Lara’s asshole sucked his cock inside like a vacuum cleaner. The other bodyguards laughed and Takamoto’s mistress said something in between her moans.
“My mistress says you are an excellent whore.” Takamoto said, and Lara saw that his cock was hard again.
The mistress moaned loudly, as Lara’s talented tongue flicking against her clit and finally pushed her over the edge. She orgasmed moments later, drenching Lara’s lips and chin in her love juice. Takamoto grunted an instruction in Japanese, and no one moved to use her now vacant mouth. The man between her legs started cuming next, followed almost immediately by the man behind her. Lara shivered, as she felt warm cum spurting against the back of her pussy and jetting deep inside her ass.
When they pulled out, again no one moved to replace them. Then Lara saw why: Takamoto had decided to try out her asshole for himself. Lara shivered with humiliation, as her hated enemy pushed his cock against her elastic asshole. Her sphincter expanded easily around his average-size cock, and he pushed forward balls-deep between her firm round buttocks. Takamoto swore in Japanese, as Lara’s magical asshole effortlessly swallowed his entire cock like a boa constrictor. It felt as if his entire shaft were being gripped and massaged by a soft but firm handshake. Takamoto increased the speed of his thrusting, but Lara’s asshole easily kept pace, conforming to his cock like a rubbery mould.
Takamoto was pistoning in and out of Lara’s tight asshole with complete abandon now, and Lara rocked forward on her hands and knees, while her large breasts swung pendulously beneath her chest. The room was filled with the lewd sounds of Takamoto’s grunting, and the loud slapping sound of his crotch bouncing against the firm flesh of Lara’s butt cheeks. Takamoto’s mistress said something in Japanese and then spat again on Lara’s messy face.
“My mistress thinks I should buy you from Lady Green and put you to work in one of my brothels.” Takamoto said.
Lara shivered, as she imagined spending the rest of her life getting fucked around the clock in some seedy Japanese brothel. Her right hand went unconsciously to her crotch and she began rubbing her clit.
“Then I’ll invite all of your rich western friends to see what a whore you’ve become!” Takamoto continued.
Lara bit her lower lip and moaned, as she imagined an endless line of men queuing up around the block to fuck her. In her mind, they were all people she knew – friends, enemies, acquaintances, and even distant relatives – who flew to Japan just to live out their sickest sexual fantasies with her. Lara’s fingers became a blur, as she imagined the sleezy tabloid journalists interviewing each man after they finished fucking her, and then publishing the scandalous details of what they had done with her, so that the high society women back in England could read about it and laugh at her misfortune. Lara shuddered and orgasmed.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara moaned, the words now sounding more like a pleading confession.
Takamoto groaned, as the orgasm caused Lara’s asshole to squeeze his cock like a python. Less half a minute later, he ejaculated for a second time, filling Lara’s asshole with his sticky cum. He pulled out and watched Lara’s asshole winking open at him from between her athletic buttocks. Her asshole was perfectly round and gaped open about half an inch, before slowly squeezing shut again. Takamoto stood and shouted an instruction to his bodyguards. The first two bodyguards to use Lara went outside and relieved the two bodyguards standing watch at the front door, so that they would have a chance to use the once-proud Tomb Raider.
Moments later, Lara was back on her hands and knees at the centre of the room, with a cock in her pussy, a second one in her ass and a third one down her throat. Lara rocked backwards and forwards on her hands and knees, as her sexy body was buffeted from all sides. Her hot skin was beaded with sweat and her long hair clung to her back in a matted mess. Lara’s mind was in a sexual fog, and her world shrunk down until all she was aware of was the cock she had between her lips and the two cocks grinding against each other through the sensitive wall separating her pussy and ass. Meanwhile, Takamoto watched her from his seat, waiting for his cock to recover its hardness, so that he could enjoy another round of sex with the fallen Tomb Raider.
Takamoto’s mistress said something in Japanese, while staring at Lara’s expensive pearl necklace.
“My mistress likes your necklace. Give it to her!” Takamoto ordered.
Lara pulled her lips away from the cock in her mouth.
“That’s not part of the deal! These pearls belonged to my mother!” Lara replied, while gasping for breath.
“My mistress wants them!” Takamoto repeated.
“Well, I’m not giving them away!” Lara retorted angrily.
Takamoto said something to his mistress, who grinned in response. The bodyguard standing in front of Lara pulled her forward by her hair, and then roughly shoved his cock back down her throat. The mistress knelt down beside Lara and reached underneath her stomach towards her raw sensitive clit. Lara’s body bucked, as the intense feeling of the two cocks stretching open her pussy and asshole was joined by the feeling of the mistress mercilessly rubbing her clit. Lara reached down to try and push the mistress’s hand away, but the bodyguard fucking her from behind grabbed hold of her wrist and twisted it painfully behind her back.
“My mistress wants your pearl necklace.” Takamoto repeated with an amused smile.
“Then you go and buy her one!” Lara responded in a determined voice, until she collapsed under the throes of yet another orgasm.
While all this was happening, Toru Nishimura was meeting with Lady Sarah Green inside her luxurious top floor penthouse suit. Once the formalities were over, Sarah presented him with a standard non-disclosure agreement to sign, before she would discuss Lara’s situation further. As a successful media mogul, Nishimura was intimately familiar with such agreements, and after reviewing it to ensure that there were no abnormal provisions or hidden clauses, he signed it. He then listened in shocked silence, as Sarah explained both the public and private provisions of Lara’s service contract – namely that she had agreed to become Sarah’s sex slave for one year, in exchange for 20 million pounds.
Then she explained that she had sent Lara as a gift to Shogo Takamoto, to seal their new business arrangement. At first, Nishimura didn’t believe her, but then Sarah took out her laptop and showed him CCTV footage from the corridor outside Takamoto’s hotel suit. It showed Lara arriving just after 8.00pm, wearing her stylish black cocktail dress. After a short conversation with two of Takamoto’s bodyguards, she was escorted inside his room. The footage then fast forwarded about an hour, and showed two bodyguards with very satisfied looks on their faces relieving the two guards outside the front door. The footage fast forwarded again, and an hour later, those guards were relieved by another pair of equally satisfied looking bodyguards. Meanwhile, Lara had still not emerged from inside the hotel room.
“As you can see, Lara Croft is not the same woman you remember.” Sarah explained.
“Apparently not.” Nishimura replied absently, his mind still numb with shock.
“That being the case, would you reconsider allowing her to participate in your gameshow?” Sarah asked.
So, there it was: the real reason that Lady Green had invited him up here. Nishimura had already agreed to a lucrative advertising deal with Sarah’s companies. What he had not agreed to was Lady Green’s peculiar request that he allow his old friend and ally, Lara Croft, to be a contestant on his top-rated gameshow. Nishimura was surprised that Lady Green had even heard of his gameshow, which was not widely known outside of Japan. The concept was as simple as it was controversial: half a dozen contestants, all female, competed against each other in various challenges, with one girl being eliminated each round. At the end of 5 rounds, the remaining girl was declared the winner and awarded prizemoney of 5 million Yen (roughly $36,000 US dollars). The catch was that the challenges were all highly sexualised and the contestants had to compete in revealing bikinis.
In short, the program was practically softcore pornography and the official censors had banned it from Japanese television. However, Nishimura was able to get around the ban by using a loophole in the law to broadcast the gameshow over the internet, via his online streaming service. If anything, being branded too indecent for television only added to the show’s sex appeal, and it quickly grew to become Japan’s most popular program, with tens of millions of viewers, mostly men, viewing each weekly episode. Nishimura knew exactly who his target audience was, and selected only the most beautiful women to compete on the program. Thus far, most of the contestants were young aspiring models, actresses and social media influencers, all trying to use the free publicity of appearing on the gameshow to help launch their careers. Nishimura despised them all, considering them little better than prostitutes.
Nishimura tried to dissuade Lady Green from her request, telling her that the gameshow as no place for an upstanding Lady like Lara Croft. But after what he had just learned about her, he wasn’t so certain. Japanese society was highly patriarchal and masculine, with clearly defined gender roles for both sexes. Men were expected to be courageous and decisive, while women were expected to be caring and submissive. The distinction between those people who lived up to these ideals and those who did not was stark and inflexible: men were either strong or weak, successful or lazy, heroes or cowards. For women, the categories were equally unnuanced: in Japanese culture, women were either innocent virgins, honourably married mothers, or wanton whores, with no shades of grey in between.
Lara Croft was an unmarried woman, and certainly no innocent virgin, so what did that make her? Nishimura knew the answer, although he was too polite to speak it aloud. And yet, he still felt conflicted. Lara Croft was a courageous woman, who had saved his life from an assassination plot years earlier. Such honour debts were not something that could be casually dismissed.
“I will need some time to consider your proposal.” Nishimura said, as he stood up to leave.
“Please, take as much time as you need.” Sarah replied, before shaking his hand and showing him to the door.
Back downstairs, after almost 3 hours of constant fucking, both Lara and her sexual partners were completely exhausted. Takamoto and his bodyguards had all had sex with her multiple times, and even the sight of Lara’s heavenly body couldn’t breathe fresh life into their spent cocks. Lara was lying a short distance away, curled up in a foetal position on the carpet. Standing above her and now wearing Lara’s expensive pearl necklace around her neck like a battle trophy, was Takamoto’s extremely pleased-looking mistress.
After more than a dozen forced orgasms at the hands of Takamoto’s mistress and bodyguards, Lara finally reached the end of her sexual endurance. Her sensitive clit had been rubbed red raw by the cruel mistress, while her sweaty overstimulated body was completely exhausted. Lara simply couldn’t take any more, and agreed to “give” Takamoto’s mistress her expensive pearl necklace, just to end to her sexual abuse. Lara was deeply regretting her weakness now, as she realised that her mother’s expensive pearl necklace now belonged to Takamoto’s mistress. Lara’s chest tightened with anxiety, as she imagined the mistress parading around Tokyo wearing her prized family heirloom, and then eventually pawning it off like a cheap piece of costume jewellery.
“It’s time for you to return to Lady Green.” Takamoto announced, at the end of the 3 hours.
“Can I at least have some clothes?” Lara asked, fearful that the vindictive Yakuza boss would eject her naked into the corridor.
Takamoto spoke to his mistress in Japanese and then laughed at her reply.
“My mistress says she has the perfect outfit for you to wear.” Takamoto replied ominously.
Outside in the corridor, Toru Nishimura stepped from the elevator towards his hotel room – 1202. He didn’t like sharing a floor with the untrustworthy Yakuza boss, Shogo Takamoto, but Lady Green had booked and paid for all their accommodations in advance, and it would have been rude to complain. Nishimura nodded politely to the two Yakuza bodyguards stationed outside Takamoto’s suit. As he started to walk towards the door to his hotel room, the door to Takamoto’s room swung open. Lara Croft came stumbling out into the corridor, looking very different to the elegant and sophisticated woman that had entered 3 hours earlier.
Lara’s trademark hair was tangled and matted with cum. Her beautiful face was a sticky mess of smeared makeup and drying saliva. Nishimura also saw drying cum was leaking down Lara’s chin and inner thighs as well – a testament to what she had been doing during the last few hours. On her upper body, Lara was wearing a sheer white t-shirt that looked several sizes too small for her. It was so short that it left her stomach entirely exposed, and it was stretched so tightly across her chest that every curve and outline of her large breasts was clearly visible, as was the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Beneath the t-shirt was an indecently short black leather miniskirt. Lara’s hips were significantly wider than those of Takamoto’s mistress, so the dress sat much higher on her waist, exposing an indecent amount of her long legs.
As she exited the room, Takamoto mistress gave Lara a forceful shove in the back, which caused her to stumble forward. The moment she bent over, the back of her dress lifted up, completely exposing her naked pussy and ass, and confirming to anyone watching that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Ironically, the only part of her outfit that was still original were her black 5-inch high heels, although anyone who saw her wearing such a slutty outfit would have probably assumed that Lara’s expensive designer heels were just cheap knockoffs.
“Don’t forget your payment!” Takamoto said, throwing a handful of Yen notes at Lara’s feet.
Fearful that she would get into trouble for not delivering the money to Sarah, Lara hurriedly gathered up the notes, thereby confirming her status as a prostitute. As she staggered to her feet, Lara made eye contact with Nishimura. She immediately blushed with shame at being seen in such a humiliating condition, and then hurried away towards the elevator. Nishimura watched her go, admiring the way the back of her black miniskirt exposed the bottom curves of her round buttocks with each step she took. Then he nodded respectfully towards the smiling Takamoto and walked awkwardly towards his hotel room, while trying to ignore the raging erection poking out through his suit pants.
Once he was safely inside his hotel room, Nishimura fished his phone out of his pocket and dialled Lady Green’s number.
“Yes.” Lady Green answered.
“Hello, Lady Green. It’s Toru Nishimura.” Nishimura said.
“Hello Toru. I’m surprised to hear from you so soon. Have you made a decision?” Lady Green asked.
“I have. The next gameshow will be filming in two days’ time.” Nishimura said.
“Excellent. Please let me know if there’s anything else you require.” Lady Sarah said,
“Actually, I was wondering if after filming the show, Lara might be available for a date?” Nishimura asked.
“I’m sure we can arrange something.” Lady Green answered, and Nishimura felt his pulse quicken at the prospect of spending an erotic evening with the beautiful Tomb Raider.
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